I can't describe what kind of power is floating in this space. Power is invisible, but it seems to be omnipresent and omnipotent. I couldn't walk on my feet, and my mind was filled with panic and uneasiness.

I just heard it clearly, a syllable coming out of a corner of the space. I was sure that the syllable, though intermittent and very indistinct, even sounded ethereal, but it must have been a human voice.

The atmosphere in the space makes me feel top-heavy. Is there still anyone in this place that has been closed for so long?

I couldn't help but start looking here, and the space was full of stones, and I walked around and looked around to see where there might be hiding.

I can't tell if it's this invisible force in the space that affects me, and my emotions become restless and complicated, sad, helpless, unwilling, and angry...... This emotion gradually got a little out of control, and I felt quite uncomfortable, and I couldn't wait to open my throat and shout to release all these emotions that were congested in my chest.

Smack......

At this moment, in a small corner, there seemed to be the sound of something falling, and I gasped for breath and moved the beam of light of the flashlight.

As soon as I glanced over, my gaze froze.

In this corner of the space, which is full of cluttered stones, there is a man, a man who has been dead for a long, long time. This man seems to be sitting in a very upright posture and sleeps here. From his life to his death, and to today, thousands of years later, his posture has remained the same.

His flesh was completely dried up, and like everyone who died in the desert, he was reduced to a dry corpse that made his scalp feel numb.

I took my flashlight and walked step by step to the dried corpse in the corner. At this moment, I could not perceive the breath of fear, but my mind reverberated with indescribable sensations.

I sensed that this man must be a very remarkable person. He shouldn't have died in such an unknown place, and he shouldn't have been buried by the wind and sand for thousands of years. However, he was willing to choose this place as the place where he buried his bones.

In an instant, I understood as if I had been enlightened, and all the invisible power in the space I sensed came from this person.

To be exact, it should not be a kind of power, it is a "thought" that this person has never discarded before he died.

Probably, he lived all his life to do one thing, and for this thing, he gave everything, even pinning his life on it, but in the end he failed.

When a person spends his whole life in a matter that ultimately has no result, then everything he has endured all his life will completely explode in an instant.

Sadness, helplessness, unwillingness, anger...... This may be all the feelings in this person's heart before he died.

My eyes were a little glazed, and I couldn't even forget where I was now. Such a person, although he achieved nothing in the end, he is also a hero.

I stared blankly at the dried corpse in the corner, he had been dead for many years, and his life had long since dissipated. But at this moment, I always felt that there seemed to be a little imperceptible light in his two dry eyes.

"You know...... Banda Jue ......"

Just when I was in a trance, a sentence came out of the mouth of the dried corpse. At the same time, I saw one of the corpse's arms, seemingly slowly raised, up to his chest.

His slightly lowered head was also raised, and the two faint lights in his eyes were like two stars in the endless night.

I don't know why, but I felt my legs trembling and weak, as if I couldn't support the weight of my body at all. With a pop, my knees bent and I fell to my knees involuntarily.

After a person falls involuntarily, he or she will reflexively want to roll over and get up. I was the same, I was holding my hands on the ground and trying to straighten my waist, but I felt as if my body had suddenly pressed against a mountain, and I couldn't even lift my head.

"You know...... Banda Jue ......"

As I struggled to stand up with all my might, the voice came to my ears again. My mind was a little confused, but my hearing didn't seem to be affected in the slightest. I could hear that it was an old man's voice, and the tone was faint and calm.

I'm not a wooden man, and I can't be honest with anyone, especially strangers of unknown origin. However, at this time, I seemed to have lost the ability to lie, and I only felt that I should tell everything I knew.

Gu Zhangxiong's secret technique Banda Jue, before my trip to the car, I really didn't know anything, it was because I encountered some strange things on the way, I learned a little bit under Xiao Mao's narration.

"I know...... Knowing that Banda Jue ......, "I didn't seem to be able to control my heart, my vocal cords, and my tongue, so I answered the other party's question bluntly."

The voice that came to my ear did not continue to ask questions, but the voice began to explain the ins and outs of Bandar Jue. I couldn't lift my head, so I was forced to kneel on the ground, but every word of that voice was clearly floating in my ears.

Zhang-zhung's Banda Jue, and Najō's Zhongjue, the six dharmas, are basically the same principles of practice. But what I've seen, and what I've heard, are very different. The things that Zhong Jue extended out all gave people a sense of unfathomability, involving reincarnation and awakening. As for Banda Jue, the targets of the spell are all dead cats and rotten dogs.

But the Bandar Jue interpreted by this voice is different from what I perceive.

The Banda Jue applied to the dead cat and rotten dog is the most superficial and lowest-level Banda Jue, because the caster's cultivation is not deep. If Bandar Enlightenment reaches the highest level, then it will have a similar effect of "hiding".

The mysterious hiding has aroused the curiosity and pursuit of many people, and many legends about the hiding have also been derived. There are probably three forms, or three levels, of concealment, which are the well-known book collection, the holy object collection, and the knowledge collection.

In fact, the collection of books and relics is fundamentally just an act, and cannot be said to be a secret art. As the name suggests, the collection of books and sacred relics is the preservation and circulation of scriptures and scriptures and ritual objects by hiding them.

Knowledge, on the other hand, is different, and it is a completely different concept from the collection of sacred relics in books. The way in which hiding is to hide consciousness in the depths of the mind of a living being. No matter what happens in the outside world, even if the sky collapses and there is no homeland, as long as this living body is still alive, then the consciousness hidden in the depths of his mind will wake up at the right time.

There has been such news before, saying that the originally illiterate herdsman, after suffering some external injuries, will not die, and when he wakes up again, he can recite millions of words of the biography of King Gesar like a ghost.

In other words, even if all the books and classics engraved with the legend of King Gesar in the whole world are completely lost and destroyed, as long as this herdsman is still alive, then this Tibetan epic will not be lost.

Regardless of whether the concepts of these three levels are the same or not, the purpose is the same, and it can be said that the role of hiding is to ensure the continuity and inheritance of Taoism and culture.

In ancient times, especially in countries with harsh natural environments, due to the backwardness of productivity and technology, climate changes, plagues, natural disasters, and wars, a country or part of the region may fall into chaos and disasters on a large scale. At that time, the ancient kingdom of Zhangzhung also had this sense of crisis, so when Banda felt the highest state, he would also have a similar effect of knowing Tibet.

However, the vast majority of Banda Jue's targets are not living beings, and when they reach the highest level, they can hide their consciousness information on an object, a brick, a stone, or a piece of clothing, or a piece of wood. As long as these unnoticed objects can be preserved, then the consciousness information hidden in them can also be preserved.

I fell to my knees and listened to these explanations very clearly and clearly. The Zhang-zhung civilization was earlier than the Tibetan civilization, and the beliefs of the two were different before and after, and when the Zhang-zhung and the later Tubo fought a war to dominate the plateau, it was actually a contest of faith.

In the end, Zhangxiong was defeated, and there were many factors that contributed to its defeat. I have to admit that at least in these means of inheriting the Taoist system, Zhangxiong's Banda Jue is lagging behind Zhizang. It is because of this difference that the Zhangzhung civilization has now become a mystery, and nothing substantial has been handed down.

"Do you understand this......" After a long explanation, the voice asked.

"Listen...... I understand...... "I was still pressed and couldn't lift my head, however, no matter whether I resisted deep down or not, I still couldn't help but answer the other party's question."

Banda Jue is a kind of conscious practice, and it is two different concepts from reading and practicing martial arts. It is possible to learn something else, but as long as you are willing to work hard, you will always gain something. But the practice of Bandar Jue requires perseverance, talent, and opportunity, all of which are indispensable. Therefore, even when Zhangxiong is on the plateau and the national power is at its peak, there are very few people who can master the highest level of Bandar Jue.

I don't deny this, although the education I received since I was a child, and the value points, the saying that where there is a will, there is a way, has become a famous saying, but when I really put it into action, I will find that in fact, many things, or many professions, can not be achieved and successful by one's own dedication and hard work. In the textbooks I studied before, there was a story about Wang Xizhi's hard practice of calligraphy, washing the brush every day, and dyeing the pond in front of his house in ink. It seems that it is because of Wang Xizhi's hard work and hard work that he excels in calligraphy and has become a popular master for future generations. But I believe that if he doesn't have talent, he will still write seven pieces for a dollar in the end.

Therefore, in the Zhangzhung Dynasty, there were very, very few people who could use the top Banda Jue, and some other reasons led to the severance of Zhangzhung culture and Taoism.

"Do you know where the information that Bandar Jue was going to hide for the last time was hidden?"

"I don't know ......"

"Ears." The voice replied affirmatively, "On one ear." ”