Chapter 274: Mandala Hua and the Flower of the Other Shore
What could make him feel shocked would naturally not be an ordinary Dao method, but even the most top-notch methods in the world would not necessarily make him feel this kind of emotion. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
- Three Corpses Slashing Divine Knife!
That's right, it's the Three Corpses Slashing Divine Knife!
The knife technique engraved on the stone wall, there is actually the shadow of the three corpse slashing knife, from the general direction, both sides are almost the same road, but, compared with the three corpse slashing knife, the knife technique on the stone wall is slightly rough, and the meaning of the Tao is not coherent, if you practice according to this method, it is easy to encounter the situation of going mad.
In fact, the Three Corpse Slashing Divine Knife originally belonged to the category of swords going off the beaten path, and there were many hidden dangers in practicing this kind of Dao method, and there was no one who died well since ancient times.
Especially after the chaotic war in ancient times, this method has long been no longer spread in the world, and there are naturally very few monks who know the way.
But in this unknown place, on a wild mountain wall, there is a Dao method that has a relationship with the Three Corpse Slashing Divine Sword, and the hidden inside story has to make people look sideways.
Standing there silently and thinking for a long time, Kill Shengren squinted his eyes, and his gaze was almost condensed into substance.
A kind of pressure emanated from the body, oppressing the mountains and forests in the dark night, and became more silent.
I don't know how long it took, but his body moved slightly, his mouth muttered to himself, and his fingers kept moving in mid-air.
A faint glow of fluorescence on the fingertips, and in the darkness, it looks unusually eye-catching.
If it were ordinary, it would definitely attract some fierce beasts hidden in the dark, but at this moment, his expression was focused, and the momentum he unintentionally exuded drove away some living beings, and for those fierce beasts with sharp spiritual sense, it was tantamount to some kind of terrifying creature showing his territory.
Perhaps it was the sword technique that gave him all the inspiration, and under the continuous deduction, the whole person gradually fell into a state of self-forgetfulness, until the sky gradually turned white, and the clouds on the horizon projected a ray of light, which shone on the face of the killing Shengren, making his originally slightly closed eyes move a few times.
As if waking up from a deep sleep, he stretched his waist slightly and let out a long breath of turbidity.
Standing there to recognize a direction, he walked slightly, greeted the sun pouring from the sky, and came to the outside of the thatched house.
Although she had been to Houshan at night, the little girl had obviously gotten up early, and not only was there smoke coming out of the house, but even a piece of land in front of the yard had been planted with rhizomes that looked like sweet potatoes.
Standing outside the courtyard, she watched as she struggled to hold a clay pot filled with stream water, and after setting it aside, she filled it with some water in a bamboo tube and watered some of it in the soil she had planted.
When she had done all this, the little girl smiled happily and waved her hand to wipe the sweat from her face, and when she turned back to the hut, she came out with a ripe sweet potato in her hand.
Sitting on the steps and eating silently, occasionally looking at the sky where the sun was rising, the little girl clapped her hands and devoted herself to a whole day's work after eating a sweet potato.
Compared with ordinary children of this age, what the little girl did was undoubtedly much more difficult, and even if she wasted a lot of effort, but the harvest was not great, and she could not even complete the daily trivialities by doing it herself, so it was strange to kill the little girl, how did this little girl survive in the remote mountains and forests?
The day's work is not done, and the sun is already setting.
The little girl panted and examined the sweet potatoes she had planted, then went back to the house and fell asleep.
Killing Shengren noticed that she had only eaten a fist-sized sweet potato a day, and it seemed that food was very precious to her.
It wasn't until the second watch that the little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, got up on time, went to take the bamboo basket as usual, put the firewood knife on her back, and walked to the back mountain.
This time, however, the little girl did not go to the stone wall, but after collecting some firewood, she walked in the other direction of the mountain.
This direction is very strange, not only are there no poisonous snakes and beasts, but even some birds and insects cannot be seen, and as for mosquitoes and flies, they are nowhere to be seen.
So she didn't encounter any creatures along the way, except for the silence of the mountains, this mountain forest seemed to have become a forbidden place for some creatures.
A quarter of an hour later the little girl came to a small river, the water of which was full of smooth stones, and in the light of the moon it seemed sparkling and clear.
This small river is not big, it flows down from the mountain, and it is no more than a zhang wide at the point, and it can be crossed out of thin air at the narrow point.
The little girl squatted by the river, took some water in her hand, put it in her mouth and drank it, as if to solve some of her hunger, she licked her lips, and then got up and climbed up the river.
I didn't go far, I could hear a rumbling sound of water, it seemed to be the impact of a small river falling from a high place, and the cliff obviously formed the shape of a waterfall, four or five meters high, not as spectacular as imagined.
When she came to this waterfall, the little girl stuck to the stone wall of the cliff and slowly entered the waterfall.
There must have been a cave behind the waterfall, and the little girl stayed in it for a long time, until half an hour later, when she got some water, came out of the waterfall, and then returned the way she came.
Killing Shengren stood expressionlessly on a hill, frowning his thick brows slightly.
Maybe it's because of the successive discoveries of some things, and the surrounding environment has caused him to have some strange emotions.
Descending from the top of the hill, he waved his hand to push away the water of the waterfall, lifted his legs and walked in, and after getting used to the darkness inside, he found an oil lamp in a clay bowl on the stone platform not far away.
The oil lamp was evidently left here by the little girl, and there were two flints beside it, both on a slightly dry stone platform.
He walked over, lit the oil lamp, and then took the oil lamp and walked into the depths of the cave.
The cave was obviously not a natural formation, as the surrounding rock walls were so flat that it seemed as if they had been cut open with a knife.
And on top of the rock wall, Kill Shengren found some drawings, which were mixed with some crooked words and some very strange symbols.
He did recognize some of the words, they were legendary ancient gods, and the symbols and the like were difficult to understand at all, like tadpole scripts, and almost no one would recognize them.
However, those pictures are easier to identify, although they are very subversive, but if you look closely, you can see how many people come in.
Especially the girl who is a little smaller, it is obviously the little girl, and the stubble uncle next to him who is full of vicissitudes of life, but he doesn't know where it is sacred.
At first, Kill Shengren thought that the scumbag man might be the little girl's father, but after looking at it carefully, he found that this man seemed to be the little girl's childhood sweetheart!
I don't know if it's because this man is a little old, or because the little girl has extraordinary painting skills and paints a young man like this, but according to some of the words and pictures above, this stone wall should be similar to the existence of a handbook, recording some more important things between the little girl and this man.
After looking at the last painting, Kill Shengren sorted out his thoughts for a while, and then he roughly figured out something.
Because it is from the inside out, the first thing you see is obviously something that has happened recently, so if you want to understand these things in the chaotic narrative, you obviously have to start with a painting in the depths.
The first picture is of a large tribe, with a jumble of humanoid creatures that pervade the entire frame.
By the time we got to the second picture, the creatures were lying on the ground, and some four-legged beast-like creatures were beginning to take over the whole picture.
As for the third, it was evidently a bearded child holding an even smaller child standing beside a hut not far from a stream and towering trees all over the hills.
These three words should be the detailed origin of the two people, relying on those strange symbols and vague divine inscriptions, Kill Shengren can barely decipher that they come from a tribe called "Waste".
This tribe is characteristic of the barbaric era, with all kinds of strange creatures appearing in vague pictures, from bearded boys holding hatchet knives to howling and crying children.
Obviously, it is not easy for a young boy with a younger child to survive in this kind of barren mountains and mountains.
They were often attacked by poisonous snakes and beasts, and the boy with the firewood knife was covered in blood, and even broke his skin and flesh several times, and survived.
In this dangerous environment, the two struggled to survive for a while, and it was not until after the thirty-second picture scroll that there was a slight change.
It was a waterfall that flowed down continuously, and a dark cave appeared behind the waterfall, and two older children stood in the cave, looking at a cluster of red flowers that were slightly blooming, but in the next picture, the flowers were white, and in addition to that, there were some withered stems and leaves, and the colors depicted with special stones were a little unusually dazzling.
Although the little girl's painting skills are not very good, and the depiction of some of the characters' environments is also a bit chaotic, but under the deduction of the back and forth, Kill Shengren still noticed something, especially these two flowers, which are clearly the flowers on the other side of the Lethe River, and the legendary mandala flower.
In the thirty-fourth picture, the young man plucked a red flower, put it in his mouth and ate it, and then in the thirty-fifth picture, he became so powerful that he could punch a beast and tear a viper alive.
It seems that these other flowers played some role in the legend, and the boy was reborn and stood at the top of the food chain around him.
After the thirty-sixth picture, a mandala flower appears, and the boy plucks the white flower and hands it to the little girl to eat.
But judging from the thirty-seven paintings, after the little girl ate the mandala, there was no special change, she was still as weak as usual, and even carried a bucket of water, which seemed extremely difficult.
After eating two strange flowers at different times, the stems and leaves gradually withered, but they could no longer grow the previous flowers, and the two seemed to have checked and checked, and several years passed, and there was no change.
The boy had not been seen since the forty-first drawing, and judging from the reading of some of the text symbols, it seemed that he had gone out to seek revenge on the four-legged creatures.
From here, the little girl lived alone in the mountains and forests, and her appearance did not change at all.
It seems that after eating that mandala flower, she has always been a small person, and she has never grown up.
Later, a small loose tribe appeared near the mountain forest, but because she never grew up, she did not dare to contact those people of the small tribe.
It wasn't until the sixty-seventh picture later that a bearded man with a large knife on his back lay covered in blood in front of a thatched hut.
This is the first time in a few years, the boy has reappeared, but now he is no longer as immature as he once was, but has become a young uncle with vicissitudes of eyebrows and eyes and a sloppy beard.
It seems that because of the strong enemy outside, he was seriously injured and began to recuperate at the little girl's place.
They lived in a cave behind the waterfall for a while, until the man's injuries were getting better and he moved back to his thatched hut.
At this time, the appearance of the man will appear in every picture, and even between a stone wall, there will be a scene of the man wielding a large knife, until the ninety-first picture, Kill Shengren saw the man waving a knife on the stone wall, as if he was carving something.
Thinking back to what he had seen earlier, he was visibly stunned for a moment.
After the ninety-second picture, the man disappeared again from the scroll, but the little girl often drew against the stone wall, and began to learn the knife technique with a firewood knife.
It's just that she can't understand the meaning of the Dao Fa carved on the stone wall at all, so even if she practices hard day and night, she can't practice at all.
During this time, she became weaker and weaker, and even became often dizzy.
There were many images of her after she passed out.
In the ninety-ninth picture, the thatched hut where she lived was discovered by a small tribe scattered around her, whose leader was so fierce that he began to rob her of what little food she had.
At this time, the leader obviously regarded the surrounding mountains and forests as his own territory, and if the little girl lived in his own territory, it was obvious that she would risk some fatty food to the chief, but in the one hundred and first picture, the little girl's frugal sweet potatoes were slapped away by the leader with a wave of his hand, and one of them took out a rattan and whipped her vigorously a few times......
The last picture had not been dried, and it was evident that it had just been finished, and considering that the little girl had been in the cave for a while, it seemed that she had used it as a private place to express her emotions, to engrave the memories of her life in the past......
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