When I saw these electric eyes, my heart jumped at first, and then I immediately reacted.

Boa!

Wu Gang told us that the people of the Keyan tribe are not pure little sheep, and in order to survive in this mountain, in order to protect their own safety, in addition to having guns, the elders of their tribe can also train snakes and turn these terrifying insects into their own weapons. As the only temple in the mountain village, leading the faith of the entire tribe, the monk Shanzang in this temple is naturally a master of this way, and it is not surprising that there are snakes here.

It's just that it's looking at a flat ground, why did it suddenly fall down?

The snake was stabbed in the head with a sword from the miscellaneous hairy path, and shrank back, its head trembling slightly, and it did not strike again at once, but swam away into the darkness.

In the dark, I realized that the pit was not big, but only a few square meters, and I and the miscellaneous trail had mysteriously fallen together. I stood up, my hands outstretched, and I was more than a meter from the ground. I was about to speak, but in the darkness there was another wind blowing in my face, and the python that had just swam away jumped over again, and suddenly entangled my body, I reached out to pull, and felt that the snake's head was coming with its mouth open, and its mouth opened 120 degrees to a huge size, and a gust of fishy wind came to my face.

I am not a good person, so I avoided the bite with both hands, and then choked the python's neck to prevent it from biting me. The snake's skin was smooth and mucus, and my hand struggled with it, but it held it firmly and wrestled hard.

This python is five meters long, and in the moonlight, seeing the yellow and white lines around it, it seems to be an extremely rare golden python.

The golden python is an albino mutant species of the Burmese python, which I have heard before, has a docile temper, generally does not attack people, and many families keep it as a pet. However, this one on me was obviously not the type of Mr. Yes, I saw it wrapping around my body, constantly swimming, my skin was tense like a puff, and I was strangled by this omnipresent pressure.

Can I sit still? Of course not!

As the miscellaneous hairy path pierced the snake seven inches with a sword, I also summoned my Golden Silkworm Gu Master and slipped into the python's mouth.

In three seconds, when my body had reached the critical point where it could no longer withstand the pressure, the tense pressure suddenly relaxed.

This piece of meat, which was as hard as steel bars just a time, has now turned into noodles in the water.

Soft.

As soon as the fat bugs come out, all problems are solved immediately. I took out the machete from the driver's backpack and was about to break the rare golden python, but a voice came from overhead, which we didn't understand at first, and then an old bald head came out of the pit. It's really depressing to not know a foreign language...... However, the bald owner immediately discovered this problem and asked a word in English, and the miscellaneous hairy trail quickly answered and said "Chinese". The old monk was silent for a moment, and then asked us in Chinese with a Yunnan accent: "Who are you, and why are you here?" ”

Seeing the knife in my hand raised high again, he hurriedly shouted, "Mercy ...... men."

I looked at him suspiciously, and he frowned and said, "This golden python is raised by me here." "I tilted my head and looked at this old monk, who thought it was the Venerable Zenzo that Wakaga was talking about. This is an old man of Southeast Asian race, very ordinary, full of wrinkles, except for a large mole on the left eyebrow, with a pinch of white hair on it, which is particularly scary. I don't think he's a good guy, and the weirdness of the ground and the sudden appearance of the pit must be the old guy's trouble. Since he values the golden python so much, I won't expose it, let him let us go up and talk about it.

He agreed, and after a while, threw down a rattan rope.

I let the miscellaneous hair trail go up first, and then regardless of the golden python on the ground and the golden silkworm Gu in its belly, I also climbed up along this vine rope, three times and two times, and finally got out of the deep pit.

In the moonlight, in front of the pagoda, a wizened old monk was dressed in a shabby robe.

Speaking of which, I have seen all kinds of monks and monks here in Myanmar, almost all of them are of the type of "no flesh on the body", so when I mention it, I always say "thin monks" and "thin monks", which are very different from those fat-headed, big-eared, and overnourished Buddhas that are often seen in China.

However, if he was more than just a monk in a temple, then it was a different matter.

He stared at me and said, "My little python, was you descended by Gu?" ”

I raised my eyebrows and saw the budgie hanging from the treetops, far away from the low stupa, as if he had any scruples. I smiled and said to Master Shanzang that you know the Dao Gu Descending? He nodded and said let the little python go, and you guys left on your own. Before I could say anything, the miscellaneous hair trail interjected next to him and said: "It's okay to let go of that golden python, and it's okay for us to leave, but we came to find a Chinese named Yao Yuan, we have very important things to look for him, and if we can't see it, we won't leave." ”

Master Shanzang asked Zamao Xiaodao, "You guys, why are you looking for Yao Yuan?" ”

The miscellaneous hairy trail said that this person took a thing, and we need this thing to save our lives, and it is urgent, and there is no time to delay...... The two of them said this, while I looked closely at the small temple, which consisted of a stupa and a few low living rooms and a few walls. Except for the pagoda itself, all the other buildings are made of mud and rammed earth, and they have existed for a long time, so they look particularly dilapidated. This pagoda is three stories high, brick and stone structure, with windows on the second floor, enshrined a bodhisattva with eight hands on all sides, and in the night, an oil lamp is lit, and there is a golden light coming, not a golden body, but gold dust.

In the whole temple, we didn't see anyone else except Gen Zenzang.

Including Yao Yuan.

Master Shanzang quietly listened to the description of the miscellaneous hairy path, then shook his head resolutely and said, "Yao Yuan, you can take it away, as for what he has on hand, no. That's not what you're looking for. Go away and don't reappear, or the guardian spirits of the Kyan tribe will awaken and lead you all to the endless abyss, where you will be washed away by the wind forever......"

Miscellaneous Xiaodao sneered, saying that we have come all the way here, and we can't let you pass it away with a word, how much, we still have to give us a look. How else would we go back?

Venerable Zenzang looked sad and thought for a while, then asked us to wait and turn back to the pagoda.

The tiger cat flew from the branches outside the temple, and his voice became very low: "This place is very evil, I saw the aura of the dragon, it is extraordinary. And this old coffin is also a powerful character, you must not conflict with him for a while, otherwise you won't be able to get out. After it finished speaking, it left, leaving me and Miscellaneous Hair Xiaodao in doubt, looking at each other.

This old monk is so powerful that even the tiger cat said this?

What is the Qi of the Dragon? Isn't this thing a legend, is it really true? Moreover, at the mention of Jiaolong, the brows of the miscellaneous Xiaodao furrowed, and he silently looked around the empty temple, where there was darkness, like a tumbling fog cloud.

I turned sideways and saw that the golden python, which was more than five meters long, was still lying limply in the deep pit.

At this time, in the low pagoda, the light on the second floor suddenly shone brightly, like a small sun, scorching and shining. The light bloomed for a moment, and then it was like an ephemeral flower, and then there was a loud brass bell that rang and thumped—the bell echoed in all directions, echoed through the valley, and then returned to the temple compound halfway up the hill, and it made my ears burn.

A strange rhythmic sound seemed to emanate from beneath the ground, indescribably strange.

Is it a Buddhist scripture? No! It was the folk tune that Mo Dan hummed to us in the evening when we were resting at Du Ruoga's house, and this tune was humming the little girl, full of childlike fun, like flowers blooming, and when I heard it at this moment, I felt that in the dark night, poisonous snakes were lurking and crawling in the grass, silently spitting out letters to explore the way, and inexplicable fear spread in the air.

Almost as soon as the bell rang, the hairy trail rushed towards the pagoda, and I followed closely behind, rushing up in a few steps.

A three-meter-wide ditch appeared in front of us, more than two meters deep, crisscrossed by black sharpened bamboo nails. As soon as my speed was raised, I could not stop, and with a leap of myself, I crossed the ditch and rushed to the foot of the stupa steps, and there seemed to be a cry from behind me, and I had no time to look back, and kicked the carved door open.

The first floor of the stupa was empty except for a blackened iron dome and swirling smoke.

When the building was empty, the mountain wind blew and rolled up the black and yellow curtains.

I looked up at the Buddha hall on the second floor.

There is a gilded Buddha statue with eight hands and a lamp that never goes out. Perhaps there are also hidden Venerable Shanzang and Yao Yuan, an old man with a goatee who only appeared once at the Yangon jade trade fair and was never seen again.

I looked around with a machete in my hand, and finally found a wooden staircase. The staircase swirled and connected up, I shouted boldly, oh, rushed up, the light gradually opened, the figure appeared, when I came to the second floor, I saw a bare man with his back to me, throwing himself to the ground, bowing to the Buddha statue, deaf to the movement here.

Looking at this person's figure, it is Yao Yuan.

I was about to rush forward, when a red cloud sprayed at me with a terrifying aura, and I had no choice but to bow my head and cover my eyes, feeling numb, and the hoarse voice of Master Zenzo sounded in my ears: "Suffer death, you blasphemers." ”