The monk walked up to me and Nangong and said to everyone: "You follow me, there is a trick in this "Brahmanda", if someone walks in here without knowing its reason, even if he walks for three days and three nights, he will not be able to get out. However, it is better to prepare some food and water first, as the rest of the journey will be long. After saying that, he looked at me and motioned for me to join him. The few of us went back to the place where the accident had happened, and although there was blood stained there, there was no body, presumably pulled back to the nest by the roars. A few of us managed to find a few backpacks that had been left behind, and found some necessary equipment and food from them.

After everything was ready, we followed the monk and continued to walk forward, I pulled Nangong to follow the monk closely, and the other four people slowly followed us. Seeing that the monk had no ill will towards us, I slowly walked up to him and chatted with him, "You said that you are not a monk, why do you want to dress up as a monk?" ”

The monk didn't have a bit of a fight, just like a friend chatting, and while looking at the road ahead, he said, "I was born in Tibet, and my family believes in Tantra, and I wanted to be a monk since I was a child, so I've always dressed like this." ”

Seeing that he was very talkative, I then asked, "Although you don't have a name, you always have a name." ”

The monk looked at me and smiled, showed a mouthful of neat white teeth, and said, "My Tibetan name is very long, and it will be troublesome to pronounce it, so you can call me another name." ”

When I heard this, I was a little curious: "Then what is your other name?" ”

The monk looked at the boulders on both sides and said, "My other name is James." ”

The water I just drank in was sprayed directly on Nangong's clothes, and a Tibetan monk told me that his name was James! I really don't know if this guy is playing with me or if he deliberately doesn't want to tell me his name. Nangong is a little silent now, Officer Li's death hit her hard, we didn't even save Officer Li's body, and were taken back to the lair by that group of roars.

After following the monk for ten minutes, we finally came to the center of the "Bora Xianda", where there was only a crack in the mountain that was half a meter wide and more than ten meters long. The crack was so deep that the bottom of the black sky could not be seen from above. Could it be that these boulders were artificially placed here to hide the crack? Even at the level of modern industrialization, it is a huge project to lay out such a stone forest in a deserted mountain forest, so what kind of forces could have done it in the first place?

As if he had known about the situation here, the pangolin said to the monk, "Let's go down now?" ”

The monk nodded and said, "This is the entrance to the 'Sanga Leaf', in the legend of Tantra, the 'Sanga Leaf' is extremely dangerous, and those who are not of great wisdom and perseverance cannot pass through. It's too late for you to quit. ”

Nangong and I don't actually want to wade into this troubled water, but if we want to leave now, the pangolin gang will definitely not agree, although he will let me go for the time being, but it is impossible for us to go out to call the police and make trouble for them. The rest of the guys are all from mountain scorpions, so naturally they will not be intimidated by a word. Seeing this, the monk asked the pangolin to take out a rope and tie it to a boulder on the side, and hang a cable into the crack. Everything was ready, but Li Dakui and the three of them looked at me and Nangong with ill will, ready to ask us to explore the way.

Just as I was about to hold on to the rope and go down, the monk grabbed me and said, "This crack is very deep, you are all injured, so I should go down first." In case there are no accidents. ”

glanced at the monk gratefully, although this guy's name is not reliable, he is really the heart of a monk. The monk crawled down the rope into the crack, and for a moment I couldn't see him above. After about two hours, there was a jolt in the rope, and after a while there was a jolt, and after three times it stopped. This is the code we have set, meaning that he has reached the bottom of the rift and there is no danger below.

Nangong and I were forced by the pangolin to climb down the rope first, this crack is extremely dark, I can hardly see the environment around, but fortunately this crack is not wide, so it is not difficult to climb down. We climbed along the rope for an unknown amount of time, and finally reached the bottom of the crack. The monk was holding a lighting rod in his hand, and through the light that was not particularly bright, I noticed that the bottom of the crack was a hole about half the size of a basketball court. It is said that this is the inner space formed by the cooling of large bubbles in the magma in the early stage of mountain formation. In the deepest part of this space, there is a cave that leads to no one. Although the light was not very bright, I could vaguely see that there were traces of man-made in the cave, but I couldn't tell exactly when it was formed. At this time, the four pangolins also climbed down from it one after another, and when they saw the cave, they were all happy, but they didn't expect to find the entrance so easily.

The pangolin took out a searchlight and turned it on, and suddenly the cave became bright. Only then did I realize that the four walls of the cave were covered with mottled murals. I was immediately fascinated by these murals and couldn't help but lean forward to take a closer look. Although the mural is very old and many of the pigments have been decolorized, the style of painting is very realistic and extremely exquisite. The mural depicts a group of people standing in the water, which is full of poisonous snakes and poisonous insects, and their expressions are extremely painful, and they want to climb to the shore. On each side of the shore is an image of the Buddha, the one on the left with a smile and kind eyes, and the one on the right with a sad face and tears on his face. In the back of the mural are people running towards the smiling Buddha, and some people climb ashore and kneel in front of the Buddha to pray for protection. One by one, almost all of them are like this. However, in the last one, the style of the painting suddenly changed, and the scene became strange, the shore of the Buddha with the mercy of the eyes was already full of people who had come ashore, and the rest of the people could no longer go ashore, and the Buddha with a weeping face disappeared, leaving only the people in the water to cry there.

Looking at this strange mural, I felt a little uncomfortable. I have seen many Buddhist murals, but I have never seen such a strange style of painting and such realistic scenes. Looking at the style of painting and the use of pigments in this mural, it is a bit of a shadow of the Zhang school of the Ming Dynasty, but the story told in this picture has never been seen in Buddhist allusions.

When I woke up from the mural, I found the monk standing beside me. It was the first time I had seen a bewildered look on his face, his handsome face full of doubt, his brows furrowed and he stared at the mural in front of him in a daze, as if trying to tell who the two Buddhas in the mural were. After a while, he took a deep breath and smiled at me when he saw that I was staring at him. His eyes were full of pity, pity for all the people in the painting! At this moment, I was sure that he was really a monk, and only those who had a Buddha in their hearts would have such feelings in their eyes.

The monk settled down and said to everyone, "Let's go down." With that, he walked straight to the cave. I pulled Nangong and followed him into the cave. The pangolin behind him turned off the searchlight, and the light in the cave suddenly dimmed, this cave is very well repaired, and the smooth stone steps wind down and don't know where it leads. After walking like this for ten minutes, we finally came to the end, and at the end of the cave was a stone chamber, but we stopped as soon as we entered the stone chamber.

There were two corpses in the stone chamber, and the blood that had not dried up was clear that they had just died. After seeing the two corpses, the four pangolins became a little gloomy, and it seemed that someone was robbing them of this business. Nangong had recovered at this time, and after seeing the two corpses, he instinctively stepped forward to check them. I followed her forward, and found that the two bodies were a man and a woman, the death of the two people was extremely terrifying, both of them had a big hole in the stomach, and the intestines and internal organs flowed out, looking at the painful expressions of the two of them, this wound should have been caused by the two of them before they died, if it weren't for the tragic situation of the undercover policeman before, I have a certain immunity to these corpses, and it is estimated that I have to vomit again now.

Nangong stepped forward and rummaged through the clothes of the two people, but he didn't find anything he was carrying, and he couldn't know the identities of the two people. The two men were carefully examined from top to bottom, but no other wounds were found. Nangong shook his head at the monk and returned to my side.

It was then that I had the heart to observe the stone chamber, which was surrounded by Buddha statues, but there was no exit to other places. Are these two the only people who came before us? Did they come here and die inexplicably, or are there other exits here that we haven't found? A few of us approached the relief on the wall, and when we examined it carefully, the relief directly opposite me was a Maitreya Buddha, and the lines of the whole statue were extremely smooth, and even the close-up of the face was extremely exquisite, and I deliberately put my finger into the statue's grinning mouth, and found that even the teeth that could not be seen from the outside were carved. While I was researching randomly, there was a clicking sound, but I didn't know who had touched the mechanism. I was startled, but I found that Maitreya Buddha, who was still grinning, had changed his expression at some point, and was staring at me angrily.