"Of course it's true, I promise." I say.

In all the cooperation in the world, there are no eternal friends or enemies, only eternal interests.

As long as there are enough interests, even the enemies of the needle against Mai Mang will have an opportunity to cooperate.

"Okay, I wish you all success in your cooperation." Lady Ice struck while the iron was hot, and stretched out her hand to me and Shalo, respectively.

"Hmph." Shalo shook his head coldly, rejecting Lady Ice's smiling face.

Mrs. Bing is worthy of being a veteran in the political arena, and when she was rejected in person, she didn't care, smiled slightly, raised her hand to stroke her sideburns, and silently resolved this embarrassment.

"We're different." Shalo stared at me.

"Yes, it's different." I understood what he meant.

The royalists are considered to be the new democratic parties, while Madame Bing represents the will of the government, and there is a fundamental difference in political stance between the two. What Charlo means is that he only represents himself or the royalists, and that cooperation with me is also the meaning of the royalists, not the will of the government, let alone the orders of the government.

There are not many metaphysical people who have such arrogance as Shaluo, and most of them have fallen under the government's authoritative stick and soft policies, and have become the mouthpiece and lackeys of the government.

If he has this kind of temperament, I am even more relieved. The direct cooperation between the two metaphysical figures, which does not infringe upon or involves government secrets, is relatively easy to grasp.

"Come with me." Shalo said.

He left the snow wall, and the other two followed with their heads bowed, without saying a word.

"Unaccompanied, take good care of Jian Rong." I nodded to Madame Ice and followed the three.

Sha Luo took the lead and walked towards the temple, and the three of them walked in unison, between the ups and downs, as if they were the six legs of a person, extremely neat and perfect.

The streets have been buried by snow, and although the special police brought by Lady Ice are hiding behind the corners of houses and walls, they are clearly reflected by the snow between heaven and earth, and it is almost impossible to hide.

I looked up the hillside above the temple, and if there were enemy snipers there, I would shoot the SWAT officers one by one, leaving no one alive.

In this case, if Miyankov and Mrs. Ice die again, the northern powers will really fall into a situation where the country is ownerless and chaotic.

I have a feeling that Miyankov's political structure is too small to assume the top power and greatest responsibility of this superpower, and Madame Bing is too selfish and short-sighted, and she is trapped in small things to break out of the circle to resolve the current crisis.

The times create heroes, and heroes create the times.

The electric falcon and the rise of the northern powers are complementary to each other, and he has become a world-renowned hero with the help of the great powers, and the great powers have also returned to the ranks of superpowers because of his appearance, and will not sink forever.

A big country that has left the electric falcon is like a wild goose that has cut off a wing, and can no longer spread its wings and fly south.

Walking through the knee-high snow, I was reminded of many things, including the history of the royalists of the great powers. Masters of the rivers and lakes like Sha Luo are directly subordinate to the Tsar, although they have no position, they have the power to cut first and then play, which is equivalent to the factory and governor of the East Factory and the West Factory during the Ming Dynasty of China.

They only have the emperor in their eyes, and they are hardcore royalists.

The emperor lost power, and these people were like mourners, and once they had the opportunity to restore, they would definitely follow one after another and swear to follow.

Arriving at the bottom of the slope in front of the temple, Shalo stood still, staring back at the small building.

The appearance of the small building is ordinary and dilapidated, and there is neither a plaque nor an inscription. If outsiders come here, I am afraid that it will not be able to imagine that it is a strange and inexplicable temple, and it comes from the ancient Ya people.

"What is it?" Shalo asked suddenly.

The two people who followed him were like puppets, so this sentence must have been asked of me.

"Xiaolou is a coat that hides the truth." I replied.

"It's not. Look at it again, what is it? Shalo shook his head.

I gathered my spirit and looked up and down the small building. From the outside, it is indeed lackluster. What can really be said is the two stone walls on the second floor.

"I don't see it." I didn't hide myself, I'll be honest.

"It's a monster, a monster from the Black Water Stream. Ancient books say that its body is all hidden under the Caucasus Mountains, revealing only a pair of killing eyes and a toad mouth outside. Everything that the eye sees can control life and death; Everything that the mouth touches, it can swallow and nourish the Caucasus Mountains. Shalo said.

In the "History of the Sui and Tang Dynasties", it is recorded that the black water is mainly nomadic and hunting, and the nation is fierce, daring to be the enemy of thousands of birds and beasts in the world, and subduing the ancient divine beasts as national totems, named "Fu Tuo".

The Fuda Divine Beast has a pair of life-killing eyes, one eye the Lord is immortal, and the other is the Lord is dead. What is seen by its right eye can escape, and what is seen by its left eye becomes a meal in its belly.

Several generations of emperors of the Tang Dynasty sent envoys to inspect the Heishui Eagle, and they had seen the monster with their own eyes, and drew an atlas and recorded it in the annals of history.

"The monster can live until now, and its age is already more than a thousand years, right?" I asked.

"Millennium? I don't know where it came from, I don't know when it returns, how can it last for a thousand years? If you use carbon 14 to detect it, its age is immeasurably far away, but I am afraid that it is even more ancient than ancient times. Shalo replied.

I can't imagine the ancient monster being crushed under the Caucasus Mountain, but there must be a source and basis for what Shalo said.

"I want to save Jian Rong." I say.

The matter was urgent, and I didn't have the time or mood to discuss the smoke of the ancient past.

"Don't forget what you promised." Shalo said gloomily.

"That's a quid pro quo, reciprocal with each other, and you don't forget to promise me." I say.

"Let's go." Shalo said.

I thought he was going to enter the temple, but when he got five steps to the front of the building, he stopped again.

The SWAT officers hiding in the shadows flashed out, and the four* were fanned out towards us.

"We don't go in, we just stand here and see." Shalo said.

The SWAT officers were alert, took two steps back, and * still pointed at us.

"You have to get to the root of it, and it's pointless to just look at the appearance." Shalo said again.

"Don't need to go in?" I asked.

Sha Luo shook his head: "Of course, of course, how can you see forests and mountains when you are entangled in a leaf?" ”

What he said is naturally the meaning of the Chinese idiom "a leaf blinds, and you can't see Mount Tai".

My gaze went beyond the small building and looked up at the distant mountaintop.

If the monster is crushed at the bottom of the mountain, then the Caucasus Mountain will become a sacred mountain that protects the safety of mankind, worthy of worship by the world.

"You Chinese have an ancient book that once told the story of a monkey. The monkey was also crushed under the mountain, pressed for five hundred years, and once it got out of trouble, the world was shocked......" Shalo muttered.

He is talking about the Monkey King in "Journey to the West", a monkey derived from stones, the only one in heaven and earth.

Fuda is not a monkey, and the Caucasus Mountains are not the Marble Mountains, so there is no comparison between the two.

I didn't answer Shalo's words, because I felt that he had been talking about him a few times, and he didn't have his own goal of action.

The second floor of the temple was lifeless, and it seemed that Miyankov and Lady Ice were helpless and clueless.

"Mr. Shalo, do what you want to do and what you can do, we don't have a lot of time." I say.

"Your heart is upset, that's a * annoyance." Shalo shook his head.

I am thinking about Jian Rong, of course my heart will be confused. Otherwise, why cooperate with Miyankov and Madame Ice?

"Have you ever drowned?" He asked.

I shook my head, restless, but unmoved.

"The drowning man knew that he was going to die, and when he had no distractions, he relaxed, and naturally floated up from the bottom of the water. Those who can really escape are because they have no business and are bent on death. It is precisely because of concentration that I have a glimpse of the highest method of life. Charlo explained.

I know the truth contained in these words, but Jian Rong's physiological characteristics have disappeared, and he is in a completely "rigid and petrified" state, and I don't know how long he can hold on. Her only hope for life is mine, and if I don't hurry up and figure out a way, she'll be finished.

More importantly, I heard her. She said that Gu Qingcheng was also in that strange environment. In other words, after Gu Qingcheng disappeared into Cave 112 of Mogao Grottoes, he has also been in a state of chaos and trapping, also waiting for me to rescue him.

"Two people, you have two people in your heart?" Shalo turned his head and stared deeply at me.

His gaze was like that of an angry hedgehog, and the steel needles stood straight up, probing into my thoughts, leaving me with nowhere to hide.

"Yes." I nodded in acknowledgement.

"You can't take on such a big responsibility, not even your Chinese giant Kuafu. He tried in vain to catch up with the sun and ask for clarification, but in vain he fell on the way to the west. A man can only hold up the hope of one woman, and if you force it, both women will die. Shalo said.

I didn't dare to compare myself to my father, but I asked myself, what Shalo said was very reasonable. If Gu Qingcheng and Jian Rong fall in front of me at the same time, and I can only save one of them, who should I save?

His words were a warning that woke me up.

Since I can't save both of them at the same time, even if I follow Shalo to find a place to rescue, how can I have the best of both worlds?

"Master, I have been taught." A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back, as if a speeding car had braked suddenly, and my thoughts turned around, and my eyes suddenly became clear.

Taking a step back and opening up the sky, it was this "retreat" that I suddenly discovered that the action I had been trying to rescue Jian Rong had actually forced myself into a dilemma.

"Do you have an answer?" Shalo asked.

"Save a man, forsake a man." I said frankly.

"So, there is a clear choice of who to save and who to abandon, right?" Shalo asked.

I nodded: "Yes, there is a bright light in my heart, and I don't let the wind blow and mess up." ”

A person will face countless wonderful women in his life, but there is only one person he loves. For me, that person is Gu Qingcheng.

In the dark, I moved from Hong Kong Island to Dunhuang to wait for her to appear. The chance encounter in Cave 112 is the arrangement of fate, which is all pulled by the mural of the rebounding pipa picture, until the accurate encounter, the fate has arrived, and the merit is complete.

Except for her, the other women are all water and moon, flowers in the mirror, passing by the smoke and clouds, and scattering with their hands.

It's not just Jian Rong who should give up, but also the Huanghua Congregation Shu who has met along the way.

"You've figured it out, it's time to go." Shalo's clay wood carving face trembled for a moment, and there seemed to be a smile.

He led me around the temple to the right and up the slope.

The snow on the slopes is deeper, and sometimes half of your legs sink into the snow when you step down.

"Hey, Mr. Long, it's dangerous in the mountains, there's an ......avalanche," called the SWAT officer who was guarding the temple.

I didn't look back, for them the avalanche was the greatest threat, but for me any visible danger from nature was not to be feared, only those that could not be seen, touched, or heard were the most terrifying.

Soon, we climbed halfway up the mountain.

When I look back, the Cheka Town is like a small chessboard, with houses turned into chess pieces, and the streets covered with snow have become monotonous grids on the board.

Shalo stopped and pointed down the mountain, "Like what?" ”

I wiped the ice from my eyelashes, put my hands on the pergola, and looked closely.

The distribution of dwellings in the Cheka town is rather strange, with more houses at the farthest end of the temple, forming an approximate circle. The diameter of the circle is about 70 meters.

Near the temple, the dwellings are arranged in a straight line on both sides of the road until they reach the front of the temple.

"Like a long-necked vase." I replied.

Shalo didn't make a sound, staring silently.

I understood that the answer was not what he wanted.

I couldn't help but get agitated again, bent down, grabbed a snowball, and threw it far away.

The snowball howled and smashed on a pine tree, shaking the snow from the branches.

The snow danced in the wind, which gave me an instant inspiration - "rebounding pipa dance...... Pipa...... Musical instrument...... The Cheka town resembles a lute, or a long-necked instrument that resembles a lute. ”

Knowing this, I was not overjoyed, but felt that the future was more uncertain.

"Why is this happening? Why does the layout of the houses in this town resemble a pipa? The Cheka Town and the Mogao Grottoes are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, why are there such inextricable abstract connections? "I really can't understand it, but the facts are right in front of me and there is no room to deny it.

"What are the two sides of the sphere connected by? In particular, this sphere is divided into many layers, the mantle, the core, the core of the earth, lava...... Remember what those great people said? The Pacific Ocean is big enough for the United States and China. In the same way, the North Pole is equally large, and it can accommodate any intelligent sect, and everyone can always find their own suitable place, or sleep, or health, in short, live well, endlessly, endlessly. Shalo said.

"The Pacific Ocean is big enough, the Earth is big enough......" I kept up with Shalo's thoughts.

Demographers claim that there is no room for 10 billion people on the surface of the earth. So, when the total number of human beings exceeds six billion and soon approaches ten billion, the earth is in danger.

It is a pity that these demographers did not study stereoscopic geometry. They have no idea that the earth can survive and develop like a super skyscraper, in the form of a dozen or dozens of floors, folded and stacked, and can accommodate 10 billion, 20 billion, or even more than 100 billion people.

It's like a modern city, where bungalows occupy too much land but have too few people, so the city demolishes the bungalows and builds a large number of small high-rises, high-rises, and skyscrapers, and hundreds of times more people live on the same surface area.

"Humans are connected by the surface, and people below the surface are connected by underground passages, right?" I kind of understood what Shalo meant.

From the surface, Mogao Grottoes and Cheka Town are far apart, but if there is a shorter passage underground between the two places, then Gu Chengcheng will appear in the Qika Town Indigo Temple, and the ancient Dunhuang people may also have turned to the Indigo Temple after the construction of Mogao Grottoes, founded the Cheka Town, and then took the "Pipa" as a totem symbol.

"If you understand the tsar's robe, you will understand everything." Shalo said again.

"What kind of treasure is that?" I asked.

"That is the heavenly machine, the heavenly machine that belongs to the tsar, and it is also the highest wisdom that belongs to your Chinese Zen Buddhism. You don't understand, and I don't understand. Let's go, get there, and you'll be able to see it. Shalo turned and pointed to the top of the snow-studded Caucasus.