Modern Chinese revolutionaries have long said that peace cannot be achieved through prayer, but must be achieved through bloody struggles.

Weak countries have no diplomacy, and weak people have no self-esteem.

Now, if I am the leader of the Yellow Flower Society, I must aim to "kill Zuo Fengshou" and go all out to implement strategies and tactics.

I looked at the "Gu Refiner's Spear" from afar, and I couldn't help but sigh for the Yellow Flower Society. This time, the Yellow Flower Society raised the tiger and left it to blame.

"Let's go." Oaran said slowly, his voice returning to normal.

I didn't say anything and continued to drive forward.

"Although I am a girl, just like you, I have no reason to collapse." Paddle Lanzhou said again.

I nodded: "Yes, since there is no reason to collapse, then really cheer up and grit your teeth until victory." ”

Baolanzhou opened the window, leaned out, and shouted three times towards the endless wilderness, venting the depression in his heart.

I did the same thing more than once three years ago.

In Dunhuang, the biggest advantage is that you can see wilderness everywhere, and this kind of roaring towards the wilderness can indeed relieve anger.

I know that Lan Zhou and I are on the same path, and we have both been forced into a corner by the situation.

There is no better way than to rise up.

In the early morning, the square in front of the Mogao Grottoes was silent, and both the caretaker and the cleaners were still asleep. The only waking ones are the toll booths and security booths at both ends of the parking lot.

"Send what? How did you get here? A black-clad security guard walked out of the toll booth and asked, shaking the flashlight in his hand.

"If the leader gets out of the way, stop the car first, and then wait for the call." I replied lazily.

The security guards didn't have anything to do with the painters, so I didn't have to worry about them recognizing my true identity.

"Let's go inside." The security guard walked around the car and waved it away.

The bar was raised, and I immediately drove into the parking lot and chose a location facing the Mogao Grottoes to stop.

Looking up from here, the Mogao Grottoes are empty outside, and it seems that everything is business as usual.

"No movement? Could it be that Zuo Fengshou has already evacuated? Paddle asked.

I looked around for a suspicious vehicle. However, I looked at it for a while and found nothing.

"Go up, go to Cave 112." I say.

This time, instead of agreeing, he reached out and pulled out his gun and immediately began to check the magazine.

"There are no guns in that place, and when the two sides meet, one round can decide life and death." I say.

In the event of a conflict within the Mogao Grottoes, there is a high risk that the murals will be damaged if a shot is fired, thus destroying the previous state and government protection of key cultural works. This kind of result is definitely not what I want to see.

"Do you think that they also follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, and all battles must avoid hurting innocents? Don't forget, the Gu Refiner is an alternative among the alternatives, and it seems that what Zuo Fengshou wants to do, there is nothing that he can't do, and there is nothing he can't do. Paddle Lanzhou said.

If the rules are set by people, they will be broken. Those who do not follow the rules always make a profit from it and find the first pot of black gold in the industry.

I don't know Zuo Fengshou's growth trajectory, maybe he also had an unusually dark childhood and adolescence, which determined the current direction of life.

"You never use a gun?" Paddle Lanzhou asked.

I shook my head and didn't answer.

When I need to use a gun, I naturally use it, but most of the time, I restrain myself and try to solve the problem in a harmless way.

At the beginning of my martial arts studies, my teacher taught me: "Reckless men always rely on force to solve problems, and even if a wise man can kill thousands of troops with a single stretch of his hand, he will always be patient and restrained." When you come out to mix, you always have to pay it back, killing people is creating evil, and if you have too many debts, you should naturally pay them back. When the time comes, many people can't afford it, so they have to take their lives to bear it. Therefore, people who practice martial arts spend their whole lives in restraint, and how many blessings they can cultivate are between their hands and feet. ”

If it weren't for this kind of earnest teaching and long-term forbearance, people like the Tank Gang would have been strewn with corpses under my hands a long time ago.

"Mr. Long, you are different from others, which is very admirable. However, my predecessors have said that as long as they are mixed with the rivers and lakes, no one will be different, but the way everyone does things is slightly different, and the final result must be the same goal, for the four words of 'power, profit, wealth, and sex'. If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, this is already a universal truth. With both hands in his hands, he raised his gun and aimed twice in the direction of Mogao Grottoes.

The truth is "the truth", everything in the world, no matter how you say it, there is reason. However, philosophically speaking, no two leaves in the world are exactly the same, and there must always be someone who keeps his maverick and becomes an alternative in this world.

When I left Perak Hall, too many gang seniors were puzzled by this, thinking that I was going to leave Lei Dongtian to set up another mountain and achieve my own hegemony. In the end, I went north with a sigh and a sigh, which became one of the most sensational events on Hong Kong Island that year.

"You're right, but, don't use a gun." I'll be brief.

"It depends on the situation, is that okay?" This time around, he wasn't going to listen to my advice.

I suddenly reached out my left hand, snatched the pistol from her palm, and dismantled it with one hand, breaking the pistol into a pile of parts, and then pulling out the bullets from the magazine one by one.

"Lan Zhou, don't use a gun, you never know what will happen in this ancient Mogao Grottoes. This time, you're going to have to listen to me. I have been here for three years, almost every day, and I know more about it than you. Listen clearly, don't use a gun, and don't even fire a firearm even if you grab it in battle. You never know what's hidden in the dark. I lowered my face and told each other honestly and seriously.

In the eyes of archaeologists and artists, Mogao Grottoes is a cultural treasure and a place where oriental art is concentrated; In the eyes of cultural relics dealers and tomb robbers, Mogao Grottoes is a treasure house, a "gold mountain and silver sea jade palace", and a good place where gold is everywhere and easy to get. In the eyes of foreign experts and cultural brokers, the Mogao Grottoes are the epitome of ancient Chinese culture.

There are 1,000 Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and in the same way, there are 100,000 Mogao Grottoes in the eyes of 100,000 people.

So, in my eyes, what are the Mogao Grottoes?

I can only say in general terms that it is a place that I have been haunted by all my life and cannot be liberated. I even feel that my roots are in the Mogao Grottoes, rooted in the deepest part of its history and the most entangled mysteries.

I can't do more than defend it with my life.

"Mr. Long, I heard the music...... No, it's that kind of ...... The strange sound of music before the appearance of the Golden Armor Celestial. On the winding mountain road, it was the sound of music that I heard first, and then I saw the golden armor god-" Halfway through speaking, the oars suddenly shut up, because we all saw the legendary "Golden Armor Heavenly God", not elsewhere, just by the railing of the Mogao Grottoes.

To be precise, on the side of the railing on each floor stood the Golden Armor Celestial. Roughly calculated, there are at least a hundred.

It was an absolute "golden-armored god" - with the railing as a reference, its height was between two and a half to three meters, almost twice the height of an adult. They wore golden armor, golden helmets, and golden knee-high boots underneath. The most conspicuous thing is that they have flags of various colors, quantities, and sizes behind their backs, similar to the costumes of military generals on local stages.

They appeared silently, without warning at all.

I also heard the sound of music coming with the wind, and I didn't know the lyrics of it, but after careful distinction, I realized that it was a kind of Sanskrit singing with a very profound meaning and a tune that pointed directly to people's hearts.

The gods stood behind the railing, their arms folded horizontally, or drooping, or their hands pressed against the railing, or pointing towards the sky, and so on.

"That's them, that's them." Paddle Lanzhou shouted.

I have been to the Mogao Grottoes no less than a thousand times, and I have stayed in this parking lot a thousand times, but this is the first time I have met the Golden Armor Heavenly God.

The strange scene in front of me made me feel like I was in a nightmare, but I was very conscious, knowing that it was not a dream.

I looked towards the entrance of the parking lot, and if the security guards and toll collectors over there also saw the Golden Armor Celestial, I was afraid that they would immediately flee in shock, as if the end had come.

"Don't panic, it's just ...... It's just ...... "I can't find a suitable reason to explain this phenomenon."

The Golden Armor Heavenly God had existed for about eight minutes, but I felt that this time was as long as eight hours, and every second was a devastating torment of my nerves.

As a materialist atheist, in his ideology, he does not admit the existence of such an image as a "golden armor god" in the world, let alone the appearance of more than 100 strange people at the same time for no reason.

"Summon—it must be a Gu or Dao summon from Zuo Fengshou!" Oar's voice was stiff and terrifying.

It wasn't until the Golden Armor Heavenly God disappeared that I and Lan Zhou breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Zuo Fengshou is stronger than we imagined." That's the only conclusion I made.

"What's next?" Paddle Lanzhou asked.

"Let's go up and see what he's doing." I replied.

I got out of the car with the oar, and under the cover of various vehicles, quietly approached the maintenance scaffolding on the north side of the Mogao Grottoes. Those shelves, covered with blue canvas, are one of the tools that will inevitably appear during regular maintenance every year.

Other painters don't pay attention to the scaffolding, because they only aim for the murals in the cave and don't think much about anything that has nothing to do with painting.

We crept up from the scaffolding to the second floor of the front of the Mogao Grottoes.

The Sanskrit chant is getting clearer and louder.

From the source of the sound, it is near Cave 112.

"You stay here to cover up, I'll take a look." I commanded by the ear of the oar.

Oaran nodded obediently, shrunk silently, and hid behind the folds of the canvas.

I stepped out of the scaffolding and flashed into a cave that was being repaired.

There was a wooden warning pier "under construction" at the entrance of the cave, and a little further in, the light became extremely dim, and it was not a problem to hide three or five people.

"Go down first...... Me and ...... The Great Hand is here...... I have something to talk about......" Zuo Fengshou's voice came intermittently.

I was secretly pleasantly surprised in my heart, the Great Demon Hand was still alive, at least able to fight against Zuo Fengshou at the level of Gu arts, and lighten the burden on me and Lan Zhou.

After a shuffle of footsteps, the depths of the cave fell silent, and outside the cave there were sounds of coughing and talking. Obviously, the people who followed Zuo Fengshou had moved away from Cave 112.

I leaned out, made sure there was no one on the left and right, and quickly approached Cave 112.

"Zuo Fengshou, your 'Gu Refiner's Spear is indeed powerful, but with it, it may not be able to pierce the barrier of the 'Golden Mountain and Silver Sea Jade Palace'. After all, Gu Miao Thirty-six Villages are just a small thaumaturgical faction in the south, and there are too many layers of these barriers, and each seal is a secret that has not been passed down from ancient times. Let's be honest, you're just a blind man lighting a lamp in vain, so stop making a fool of yourself. "This is the voice of the Great Demon Hand.

"Hehehehehe......" Zuo Fengshou sneered grimly.

I approached quickly, leaping into a narrow cavern less than ten paces from Cave 112, creetly creeping and listening to what was going on.

"Great Demon Hand, the 'Gu Refiner's Spear is indestructible, I don't believe that these seals can block the gnawing of the 'Great Worm'. Alas, is it necessary for me to explain to you? You are no longer a guest in Luopan Village, but a prisoner of my left harvest. I left you a life, not because you have any value to use, but because when I open the 'Jinshan Yinhai Jade Palace', there must be people from Gu Miao Thirty-six Villages to witness it, and witness that my Zuo Fengshou is the number one Gu refiner in history...... There are so many Gu Refiners in the world, and there are countless people who claim to be kings and hegemons, but who can be like me and refine the 'Gu Refiner Spear' alone? I am the number one in history, hahahaha......" Zuo Fengshou laughed wildly.

Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze hit me, and a cold blade silently pressed against the back of my neck.