Chapter 348: Painting the Ground as a Dungeon

In extreme frustration, his emotions collapsed and went out of control, and he used the last strength of his body to rush forward.

This cave with no beginning and no end exhausted all the strength of the Bandung Treasure Master, and eventually, he fell forward, and his limbs were like loose threads, and it became extremely difficult to even move them.

"I'm dead." He thought.

I don't know how long it took, his body was tired, but his mind was always clear, and he didn't feel sleepy and sleepy.

"How can I end this qiē? How can we die peacefully and go to another world...... I'm obviously a half-dead person who was sentenced to death by a doctor, so why can't I die once? "The clearer his mind becomes, the more painful his heart becomes, like an ant fried in hot oil.

After a long time, not only did he not die, but he had the strength to stand up and continue to walk.

He didn't want to stop where he was, feeling that as long as he walked forward, there was hope to see the end.

Later, he finally realized that the cave was a connected circle, and no matter how long he walked, it was moving forward in an endless loop, repeating itself and making no sense.

When he figured this out, he stopped moving blindly, but slowed down, carefully groping with his left hand for the stone wall as he went, hoping to find the mirror embedded in the cliff.

Heaven paid off, he finally touched the mirror, and found that it was a kind of double-sided mirror. He saw himself in the mirror, and the background was a deep cave.

In his imagination, he had been trapped in the cave for a long time, and he had been running wildly, and he must have looked extremely wolf. However, in the mirror, he has not changed, including his hair, collar, face and other details, all of which are exactly the same as before entering the cave.

He raised his hand to brush his hair, straightened his collar again, and laughed bitterly at himself: "What the hell happened?" The qiē I experienced in this cave seemed to be just some empty episode, like a pantomime actor, doing this and that, just empty-handed gestures, and it didn't produce any effect at all. Look, I'm still me, not the slightest bit of change. ”

He leaned closer to the mirror, examined his face, and used his little fingernail to pick out a small piece of eye droppings from the corner of his eye, and then picked at his nostrils to check if his nose hair had grown.

There is no wind in the cave, and the temperature is about 20 degrees Celsius, which is quite mild and comfortable. However, he suddenly felt the wind and snow chill, and three or four cool swishing things fell on the back of his neck.

He was startled, and immediately reached for the back of his head, and his fingers touched the cold thing, which immediately turned into droplets.

"What's that?" He couldn't help but scream.

In fact, any earthlings with common sense know that that kind of thing is called "snow", which is one of the three forms of water on the earth: liquid, gaseous, and solid.

The snow doesn't come down into the cave, only outside the cave.

When he understood this, he was filled with ecstasy and looked up.

The mirror was embedded in the cliff, and when he looked up, the only thing he could see was the gray stone wall, but above the stone wall, there was a blue sky.

"Wow, I'm out, I'm out of the cave...... I finally escaped! He screamed and stomped his feet in excitement like a gorilla burrowing into a banana warehouse.

After screaming wildly for a while, he looked into the mirror again, and the background in the mirror had changed to mountains, blue sky, and white clouds, which was completely a normal mirror.

To be on the safe side, he slowly retreated, and after a dozen steps away from the mirror, he turned around and ran wildly down the ridge.

When he came to Mount Everest, he was determined to die, so he was full of boredom with this world.

At this moment, he was first trapped in a strange cave, unable to die, unable to survive, and his soul suffered painful torment. In that process that is difficult to describe in words, he realized the preciousness of life, and no longer wanted to die, but longed for immortality.

After running for half an hour, he noticed something even stranger, all the pain in his body was gone. Now he has a strong body and a long breath, and he climbs and jumps on uneven ridges like a parkour master without the slightest difficulty.

"I seem to have changed as a different person, could it be that the mirror has a healing function, and as soon as I go in and out, I will cure all my terminal diseases? How is that possible? How is that possible? ”

In confusion, he slowed down and looked back in the direction of the mirror, only to see an even stranger scene.

Of course, he knew that the mirror was embedded in the middle of the cliff, and the position he was looking at was also the middle part of a majestic mountain, but he did not expect that there was a unique sign on the mountain that was absolutely eye-catching and highly recognizable, so that he, like all travelers to Tibet, could blurt out the name of the mountain as soon as he saw it.

"That's ...... That's right, it's the sacred mountain! But, but how could it be that mountain? I obviously saw the big eagle on Mount Everest, and the deep valley I went to must be near Mount Everest, how could I come here after coming out of the mirror? The two places are hundreds of kilometers apart, which is simply not realistic and impossible to achieve...... What's going on? Am I still dreaming? He subconsciously pinched the flesh on his thigh again, and the sharp pain made him instantly sober up, convinced that what he saw in front of him was the real reality.

Under the sun, a huge ice trough hangs down from the summit of the mountain, like a snow-bright sword falling from the sky, and the ice trough and a horizontal white rock formation on the mountainside just form a very vivid Buddhist swastika.

It is the symbol of Mount Kailash, which resembles a pyramid and is called the "handle of the stone mill" by Tibetans, with very symmetrical walls.

The swastika symbol is a symbol of spiritual power in Buddhism, meaning that the Dharma is eternal, representing auspiciousness and protection.

The Bandung Treasure Master will not admit mistakes, because there is only one sacred mountain in the whole world with the symbol of the natural swastika.

What puzzled him was: "I am obviously hundreds of kilometers away on Mount Everest, how did I get to the bottom of Mount Kailash in an instant?" Is this a trip through time? Or is it the 'drawing of the ground as a prison and the fingertip hourglass' in the heart of the cactus? ”

He paused for a moment, unable to find an answer, so he could only slowly descend the mountain.

Within 48 hours, he was sure that he had no physical problems, so he set off for the south, flying directly from Kathmandu, Nepal to Hong Kong, and went non-stop to the four most advanced and authoritative hospitals on Hong Kong Island.

The conclusions of those reports were the same, that his body was fully recovered, and that his limbs, muscles, and organs were similar to those of a young man in his twenties.

In his excitement, he invited a few friends to meet one of Hong Kong's most famous writers.

The writer has written more than a dozen popular martial arts novels around the world, one of which tells the story of a down-and-out warrior and an ancient condor. In that book, the Condor was the samurai's half-teacher and half-friend, healing his physical and mental wounds, accompanying the samurai to the rivers and lakes, and finally making him the most famous "Condor Hero" in the late Southern Song Dynasty.

The only purpose of the Bandung Treasure Master meeting with the great writer was to ask the other party - "Does the Condor really exist?" Where did you get the inspiration for this novel? ”

He was able to recover all thanks to the great eagle's traction.

If there is such a big eagle in the world, there will definitely be a "divine eagle" written by a great writer.