When the statue approached Lin Xuan infinitely, just like the law of physics that "the action of force is mutual", Lin Xuan also penetrated into the heart of the statue, and expanded from the statue to the whole universe, into the hearts of all universes and statues, of course, including the Nazi party leader who was far away in the basement of the Berlin Chancellery in World War II.

It's a strange feeling, similar to the possession of a soul between different people, but it's not all.

Through the eyes of the party leader, Lin Xuan saw the real scene seventy years ago again. However, it should be clarified that the outcome of the same thing that happens between countless universes is completely different, and it does not matter whether it is right or wrong, let alone real or unreal. If human behavior loses the standard of good and evil, then whoever holds the authority is the party of justice.

Seventy years ago, Berlin was littered with bombed concrete rubble, and all the strategically important buildings in the city were occupied by both sides of the war, flying the broken flags of different countries......

Lin Xuan entered the famous building at a turning point in history, surrounded by barbed wire on the high walls, and the guards were still patrolling the high places, but it was obvious that it was already the end of the crossbow, and they were powerless to resist the Allied forces on all sides.

In this case, the fate of the Nazi leader was left with only two results, either suicide, or capture.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but sigh that some big figures in history had risen and died, just like a bizarre power game. The stage of world politics is very large, and there must be a curtain call when there is a stage, and only those who can't see through it are lost in it. On the contrary, the successive generations of presidents of the United States since the founding of the United States have played very chicly, not obsessed with power, not greedy for authority, and when it is time to leave office, they have signed a resignation document without care, and have changed from the president of a big country to a lonely farmer in the mountains. Update as soon as possible, so those people will always be at peace and will eventually be able to live happily.

As a modern person seventy years later, Lin Xuan's feelings for the Nazi party leader are not all hatred, because after all, there is a huge span of time and space, and there is no direct national hatred and family hatred.

He remembered "Left Biography? The text on the eleventh year of Zhuang Gong: Yu and Tang are guilty of themselves, and their prosperity is also perverse, and their death is also slight.

There are various styles of emperors in Chinese history, and Yu and Tang blame themselves, and their prosperity is rapid and unstoppable; And Ji and Xuan blame others, and their demise is also very quick and sudden. It can be said that the rise and fall of political power is entirely caused by the emperor himself, which is a subjective reason, while the role played by the assistant and rebel is an objective reason. Be the first to update

Lin Xuan once savored the rise and fall of previous dynasties, and found that the process of creating prosperity of previous dynasties was extremely similar, and the trajectory of their decline was also strikingly similar. In the era of centralization or centralization of imperial power, the rise and fall of the state was directly related to the holder of the supreme power of the dynasty, the "Son of Heaven".

Well, by extension, the rise and fall of the Nazis were all caused by the party leaders, and they could not blame others. Poor people must have hateful things, and the desolate and withered embarrassment of the Prime Minister's Office in Lin Xuan's eyes is not worthy of sympathy. I believe that after the Soviet KGB invaded the Prime Minister's Office in the past, everyone's feelings were similar to Lin Xuan's.

What really surprised Lin Xuan happened on the side of the entrance of the basement, where there was a Mani stone wall that was more than two meters high.

Mani stones, Mani piles, Mani stone walls and other things should only appear in Tibet, at most on the edge of Tibet, and it is impossible to travel thousands of miles to Europe. Be the first to update

Lin Xuan knew about the Tibetan monk Bayan Zongxia in the Great Snow Mountain before, so he could guess that the Mani stone wall must have something to do with the other party.

The stone wall, made of white stones of various sizes, enclosed the entire building where the basement was located, leaving only a two-meter-wide gap at a few important doorways. The highest section of the stone wall is more than two meters, and the lowest point is not less than one and a half meters, which is both a mani stone wall and a natural fortification. As soon as the battle is overwhelmed, sandbags are put on top of the wall and immediately become a solid bunker on the perimeter of the basement.

Even in the scene that was both real and illusory, Lin Xuan still didn't dare to make a mistake, and respectfully bowed to the Mani stone wall. More and faster chapters are here.

He looked down at the Mani stones, most of which had traces of the "six-character mantra" with a carving knife or pen and ink. The "six-character mantra" is the "six-character mantra" - Om Mani Horn Mi, which is the mantra of Guanyin Bodhisattva, which is derived from Sanskrit, representing the compassion and blessings of all bodhisattvas, and its connotation is rich and mysterious, supreme, containing the great power, great wisdom and great compassion in the universe, and also represents the subtle heart of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

In Tibet, Mani stones have always represented a blessing of peace, and now they appear on the battlefield of the city where the artillery is raging, which is really a desecration of these sacred stones.

Peace and war can never coexist, Lin Xuan really doesn't know what the intentions of those who have transferred the Mani stone to this place are?

Quietly inside and outside the stone wall, Lin Xuan went to the left, wanting to enter the stone wall in a clockwise direction......

In fact, in Tibet, when people see the Mani pile, regardless of men, women and children, whether on foot, riding horses, or carrying weights, they always turn clockwise around the left side of the pile, and some even rotate for several weeks, in order to avoid disasters and blessings and prolong life.

This is even more important today during the war years. Unfortunately, all the soldiers and politicians who are here are in a hurry, and I am afraid that no one is in the mood to care about this kind of etiquette.

Just as he entered the gap in the stone wall thirty paces away, a tall and thin monk in a crimson robe suddenly appeared, spread his arms, and blocked his way.

With intuition, Lin Xuan judged that the other party was Bayan Zongxia, a visitor from the Great Snow Mountain who had disturbed history and made the siege of Berlin finally a mystery.

The monk's face was extremely thin, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were burning and shining like hidden black relics......

Lin Xuan straightened his back in that blade-like gaze, and looked at the monk coldly.

They do not belong to either side of the war, and in theory, they are all outsiders without any conflict of interest. There is no conflict, it is a passer-by here, and it is completely possible to pass by gently without leaving a trace.

"Why?" The monk's lips twitched, and he couldn't hear whether he was speaking in Tibetan or Chinese, but Lin Xuan understood this sentence from the other party's demeanor.

"I'm going in, ask the master to give way." Lin Xuan said in Tibetan.

The Tibetan language has changed somewhat in the 70 years since World War II, but Lin Xuan has penetrated deep into the poor mountains and remote areas of the Ali region, and has come into contact with indigenous people who have not been infected by modern civilization, so he spent most of the three years communicating with people in an old-fashioned Tibetan language. More and faster chapters are here. If Bayan Zongsha had spoken in Tibetan, there would have been no language barrier between the two.

"Why are you here?" The monk's raised arms did not drop, indicating that Lin Xuan was not welcome to enter.

"I need to see what's going on in that basement." Lin Xuan replied calmly.

Previously, he saw an ending from the statue and Eva, that is, the party leader was beheaded and Eva shot and killed. If possible, Lin Xuan wanted to see this scene with his own eyes and verify whether someone was lying.

"That doesn't make sense." The monk frowned and said expressionlessly.

"So what makes sense?" Lin Xuan asked.

This is not a Tibetan Buddhist temple debate, but a battlefield where blood will flow every minute...... Therefore, Lin Xuan didn't want to engage in a wise debate in such an extremely dangerous situation.

"What you think is meaningful, but it is not; What you think is meaningless, but it is meaningful. The monk replied immediately.

Lin Xuan didn't think much about it, bullied himself and strode forward.

If it comes, it will be safe. He had to get to the deepest part of the basement and see the heart of the matter, which was the most important thing to do at the moment.

In an instant, the two exchanged five moves.

Lin Xuan used a small grappler, a big stumbler and the special forces' "one-move enemy control technique", he belonged to the attacking side, so as soon as he made a move, he twisted the monk's chest clothes and the elbow of his left arm, and quickly twisted back, intending to throw the opponent's back out. His body is slightly shorter than his opponent's, and this attack is very appropriate, and his fighting ideas are impeccable. More and faster chapters are here.

The monk didn't fight back, nor did he move, he only used his right palm to nudge Lin Xuan's chest, and the force used was not much heavier than dusting off his clothes.

The terrifying thing was that just at that moment, Lin Xuan suddenly felt that the blood flow all over his body was like well water pushed by a high-horsepower water pump, and it accelerated tenfold in an instant, surging wildly inside his body.

The "pump room" of the human blood vessels is the heart, but when the blood flow rate is ten times faster, the heart must also increase the speed ten times to cope with the flow of blood in and out, which completely exceeds the normal load of the heart. Roughly calculated, the average person's heart beats at about 70 beats per minute, and if it is accelerated by ten times, it immediately becomes 700 beats per minute.

At high speed, in less than ten minutes, the human heart will burst open.

"It's the Tantric Blood Mudra-" Lin Xuan stepped back, and with the nail of the little finger of his left hand, he lightly swiped the vein of his right hand, cutting a small incision one centimeter long and three millimeters deep.

With a snort, a dark purple blood arrow flew upward, quickly releasing the pressure on his heart.

"Blood handprint" is a unique mysterious martial art of Tibetan tantric monks, which originated in the era of Songtsen Gampo, the king of Tubo in the Tang and Song dynasties, and emerged in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and once made the martial arts people in the Central Plains suffer greatly. The most famous example should be the late Kangxi Dynasty of the Qing Dynasty, when the Tantric Tibetan monks helped Yinzhen eliminate the Han martial arts figures, and finally supported Yinzhen to ascend the throne and become the Yongzheng Emperor.

This allusion to the rivers and lakes is scattered in the book "Yongzheng Swordsman", and there are countless Jiangnan martial arts characters who died under the bloody handprints of Tibetan Tantra, and even the most famous "Jiangnan heroes" in the past, Gan Fengchi, and "Bishan Heroine" Lu Siniang almost died under the bloody handprints.

After the Yongzheng Dynasty, it is said that because of the high merits of the masters of Tantra, they were purged together with Nian Qianyao, and all the Tibetan masters of that generation were cut down and eradicated, and no one escaped. Since then, the bloody handprints have disappeared.

"It's amazing." Lin Xuan's injury and cracking were only a matter of less than ten seconds, although he had already rolled back from the ghost door closed, the expression on his face was still calm, and he did not panic in the slightest.

"So are you." The monk was a little surprised and said, "No one here can crack the bloody mudra." ”

"Yes-" Lin Xuan smiled faintly, "Asking the soldiers of the Axis and Allied forces during World War II who only knew how to carry guns to fight against the Tibetan Tantric Blood Mudra is as difficult as using millet plus rifles to eliminate aircraft and artillery mobile troops." Luckily, I'm here, and you finally have a decent opponent, right? ”

Fifteen steps forward, the promenade inside the door is flanked by a wall of weapons, on which there are both long and short spears.

As long as he could get the gun, Lin Xuan could control the situation, because when he organized the training, he had specialized in studying all the infantry firearms from 1938 to the present, and he was proficient in all of them, and none of them were missed.

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