"Thanks, Hollim, order everyone to check the tables, and in ten minutes the blasting operation will begin as planned. Note that the structure has a peculiar shape and may need to be blasted multiple times, reminding everyone to be careful about saving explosives. Ding Jun returned the military salute to Huo Lim and calmly carried out the combat deployment.

Although he has taken off his military uniform, the tactical command skills he developed as a Navy SEAL will never go away.

Huo Lim was a dark-faced, low, sturdy young man, and he quickly took off his rifle and handed it to Ding Jun with both hands.

Ding Jun shook his head: "No need."

"Your Excellency, Commander, it is a great honor for the team to be able to fight with you." Hollim withdrew his gun, saluted Ding Jun again, and then turned back and let out a sharp whistle.

The team closest to the outer wall of the temple sprang into action, planting explosives in their respective areas within five minutes, and then retreating to safety.

"Master, what do you think?" Ding Jun turned his face sideways and asked Master Baolong humbly.

"There are many evils and few auspicious, and there are many ghosts and ghosts, and it feels very bad." Master Baolong said frankly.

Ding Jun lowered his head, toeed with the withered grass roots with his toes, and quickly recalled in his mind all kinds of things that happened after falling into the river in the air. He's envisioning a worst-case scenario, with the temple at the heart of the valley, and possibly from within which the petrified mystical power comes from. Once the stone wall is destroyed, the power will leak out, and none of the people present will be able to escape, and they will definitely die.

"Master, what can you detect?" He asked thoughtfully.

Master Baolong frowned and thought for a while, lifted the gray cloth covering his face, pulled out a slender dragon head golden hairpin from his bun, leaned over and drew a triangle, a square frame, and a circle on the ground.

"There is no greater form in the world than these three forms, namely, the angle, the square, and the circle. In my sect, there was a technique of 'drawing the earth as a prison and asking the heavens', the main purpose of which was to use a spiritual element in nature to integrate one's own understanding, so as to obtain information thousands of miles away. This is similar to the technique of 'shrinking the ground into inches and moving thousands of miles in an instant' in your Chinese alien art world. This skill is very draining and I rarely use it, but Mrs. Lan has a great kindness to me, we Bhutanese people, despise life and value virtue, if I don't repay the kindness, even if I live a long life, I will be despised and condemned. So, in order to repay Mrs. Lan, even if I sacrifice my life, what do I get?" She said.

In fact, not only the Bhutanese people, but also the real heroes of the rivers and lakes will do "the grace of a drop of water and the spring of spring". In the ancient Chinese motto, "repaying kindness" has been revered to a very high status.

On the other hand, the reason why Mrs. Lan was able to obtain today's status in the rivers and lakes is inseparable from her emphasis on virtue and benevolence, and her neglect of interests and wealth. The road knows the horsepower, and the people will see it for a long time. The eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes are bright, and they will definitely be able to distinguish between good and bad, right and wrong.

"Thank you, Master." Ding Jun bowed and expressed his gratitude.

He didn't want Master Baolong's life to be damaged, but for the safety of the dozens of people in front of him, he could only bother her.

Master Baolong lowered his head and stared at the three geometric figures, and whispered, "I saw a person...... Sitting at a great distance from us, it was like the bottom of a very deep well. I couldn't see the man's face, but I could sense it from the aura, it was a woman. She is not imprisoned, on the contrary, she is happy...... She's a normal earthling, but I don't understand, why is she there? So what is there to be nostalgic for in the depths of the place? As soon as I saw the place, my chest was suffocated and I couldn't breathe, because it was beyond the limits of the underground that humans could tolerate...... There is also a huge force there, surging and agitating, like a latent active volcano. It was a terrible power, neither good nor evil, good or evil, and it was completely beyond my knowledge. I think that there is an immeasurable amount of super energy contained within that power, and if it is fully exerted, it can even destroy the earth and destroy the universe......"

With her head hanging deeply, she drew a Bhutanese flag on top of the three figures, one stroke at a time.

"This is the faith of my faction, our flag, the source of strength in our hearts. Only by trusting in it wholeheartedly can we not be ruined in the midst of darkness and despair, and can we renew the hope of life. She muttered.

Ding Jun knew that, by standard, the national flag of Bhutan was a kind of dragon flag, which was rectangular in shape, with a ratio of three to two in length to width. The banner consists of two right-angled triangles of golden yellow and orange, with a white wyvern in the center, and each of its four paws grasping a bright white orb.

golden yellow, symbolizing the power and role of the king; Orange, the color of the monk's robe, symbolizes the spiritual power of Buddhism; Dragon, a symbol of state power, also refers to the name "Bhutan", because the name of the Kingdom of Bhutan is also translated as "the land of dragons". The dragon's claws hold white beads, symbolizing infinite power and supreme holiness.

Now, Master Baolong paints an abstract, dynamic national flag, the dragon is half-hidden and half-exposed on the flag fluttering in the wind, without color, but with a flexible posture, so that people can know at a glance that she is drawing the national flag of Bhutan.

"I see...... No, I can't see it, because the power is completely hidden in the darkness, so vast and immense, like we sail on an ocean steamer, on the Pacific Ocean, on the Atlantic. We are small, but we can dominate together. What kind of power is that? Is it magma? Is it the primordial chaos force from the center of the earth? I can't guess, I can only feel it, once it rushes out of that deep place, the world will change from then on......" Master Baolong's expression became more and more painful, and he no longer cared about covering his face with a gray cloth, but showing his true face.

Ding Jun couldn't understand Master Baolong's spiritual world, but he found a paradox in the other party's words, that is, "human women live under the nine shadows but are happy". That's impossible, human beings should be animals living under the sun, and all life activities must rely on sunlight, air, moisture, and food to complete. What will there be, what can she be happy underground? Unless she's a lonely ghost who can only live in the dark.

Moreover, geographers have long detected that the Earth is a solid sphere divided into three parts: the outermost crust (composed of rocks), the middle mantle (composed of magma aggregates), and the innermost core (composed of magma). Magma is a hot, flowing liquid that contains high thermal energy and oscillates with the Earth's revolution and rotation. When the Earth's crater is hit by such a shock, a volcanic eruption occurs, and magma rises into the sky with mudslides and ash, causing a catastrophe.

Ding Jun does not believe in the magma layer under the temple that leads directly to the earth's core, because from a geographical and geological point of view, there can be no volcano on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. So, without magma, where does the great power come from?

"If you don't believe me, you can give it a try." Master Baolong smiled bitterly.

The golden hairpin moved again, and she painted another Bhutanese national emblem on the national flag.

"I believe you, but I still need to give it a try, so that I can feel at ease." Ding Jun nodded.

"However, I always have a sense of foreboding, as if we are about to cause great trouble." Master Baolong cautiously bowed his head again and painted the national emblem more vividly.

Bhutan's national emblem is a circular shape with two distinctive golden dragons as the main body, two facing dragons holding a beam of light fire on their front paws, surrounded by thunderbolts and thunderbolts, and it also holds a cross pattern of red thunderbolts. Bhutan is located in the Himalayan valley and is extremely prone to thunder and lightning, and the Bhutanese people who worship the dragon believe that the thunderbolt is the roar of the dragon, which comes from the nine heavens of the sky, which is terrifying and awe-inspiring. The thunderbolt on the coat of arms also shows the authority of the Lamaist monks, and the coat of arms is surrounded by a white ring with the Tibetan proverb "Glorious Bhutan is invincible" written on the top.

The national flag and national emblem are the pride of the subjects of any country, and anyone who has patriotic beliefs will pin the national emblem to their collar at any time, proud of it, proud of it. Although Master Baolong is a master of foreign arts, this kind of patriotism is the same as that of ordinary people.

"Using the national flag and national emblem of the 'Land of the Dragon' to guide my thoughts, lead me to break through the barrier of thinking, and see through the illusion of the void to obtain a portrayal of the real world. I am sure that it was a happy woman, a very beautiful woman...... She lives on a small cliff, and below the cliff, it is empty and deep...... No, I saw it, I saw it......" The golden hairpin in Master Baolong's hand waved more urgently, and he drew more than a dozen national emblems in a row, and then used the huge lightning symbol to run all the national emblems together.

Ding Jun noticed that the tip of the golden hairpin rubbed against the stones on the ground in the rapid dance, stirring up brilliant sparks, and the flower was passing through the golden hairpin to Master Baolong's hand, forming a shining lotus-like light cluster on the tip of her index finger.

"Give me energy, I have to get more energy to see through the darkness!" Master Baolong raised his head, and the pupils in his eyes were no longer pure inky black, but colorful and constantly changing.

Ding Jun slowly raised his palms, held Master Baolong's left palm, and used the "technique of internal breath conduction" in Chinese kung fu to transmit his own power to the other party through the palm of his hand.

"Great, wonderful, I see it...... The altar, where there is an altar, and the text, which seems to be written in ancient Sanskrit. I'll try to decipher it...... Strength, great power comes from the baby, and the energy in the gem can make the weak baby become a giant who stands up to the sky, open up the universe, reshape the world, and destroy all the existing qiē, and restore the original appearance of the universe. Only the right person, at the right time, and all the sacrifices are put in place, and the power can reach the baby's brain. This is the biggest secret and the source of power...... What do you mean? Infant sacrifice? Could this be the altar of some cult? No, look at the underground, the ground is paved with moving boulders, and the boulders are moving, and strange fires peek out of the cracks in the boulders...... What's going on here?" Master Baolong gained Ding Jun's power, but the words he said became incomprehensible.

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