I believe that Eberron's simulation must be real. So, what I hear now is exactly what he heard then.

"What else? What else?" I cried out to Alberon as the waves receded.

Before he could answer, he was pushed by the beard and rushed into the virtual stone formation.

"You look to the east, and surrounded by the crowd, a man in a golden chariot is slowly approaching, like an emperor in the world. His clothes were all made of gold, and they shone so brightly that he couldn't open his eyes...... "Alberon muttered.

I looked east and saw nothing but a half-white sky obscured by thick clouds.

The air in Tibet is fresh and the sunshine is excellent, and as long as there is such a phenomenon of thick clouds gathering, it must be pregnant with an overwhelming storm.

"It's going to rain there. I said.

Alberon shook his head: "No, no, behind the clouds, there is the golden car." ”

I tried my best to look to the east, my eyes were tired and sore, and I still didn't wait for what Alberon said about the golden car.

"Why don't you just tell me what your research goals are?" I asked.

Since Eberon had gone to great lengths to get to the Great Eagle Flat, there must have been some utilitarian goal in his original intelligence.

"Sharks. Alberon replied.

This answer is really beyond my expectations, the Tibetan area is in the southwest of Asia, and the merman is due east of Asia, and the distance between the two is not far from the thousands of miles, and Ebelon's attempt to find the merman in the Tibetan area is not far from the stupid thing that the ancients said about "seeking fish from the wood".

I didn't speak, but the expression on my knee's lips had angered Albert.

"You must be laughing at me stupidly in your heart, aren't you? It's hard to find even a fish on the top of the mountain, let alone a merman? I activated twelve intelligence lines, two of which even went straight to the heart of the Japanese spy agency 'Sakurane', and all the feedback told me an answer that seemed stupid on the surface. You Chinese have the idiom 'Yuanmu begging for fish', which means a fool goes to a tree to catch fish. The fish certainly can't be in a tree, and it can't be on a hilltop. Then why did these informants fabricate such information to me?" he said indignantly.

Human energy is limited, and when Alberon tracks down the mermaid along the Great Eagle Flat, he will put a lot of energy into it, delaying other tasks at hand.

The task is fruitless, because Yuanmu begging for fish is the same as carving a boat for a sword, and the final result is just a laughing stock for the world.

If this matter is publicized, Eberon's spy career will probably be completely over.

The clouds in the eastern sky grew thicker and thicker, and at last half of the sky was obliquely sealed, as if there was a large blue-gray lead plate erected there, and not a single ray could be seen.

The rest of the sky was white, with an irregular cloud floating loosely in the middle.

"That cloud is about to turn into a flag. Alberon reminded.

It's easier to accept this.

Those who are familiar with the weather in Tibetan areas know that one of the ten most insoluble mysteries in Tibet is the saying "Everest flag cloud." In a special weather, the white clouds in the sky will change into the shape of a flag, as if a large flag is waving in the wind.

Each of the top 10 unsolved mysteries in Tibet is a mystery that mankind will not be able to solve in this century, but Qiyun, although strange, is not the goal of our research at this moment.

Sure enough, within a minute of Albert's words, the cloud changed with the wind, and sure enough, it turned into a banner that spread from left to right.

"The golden car is about to come out, and it will come out of the dividing line between black and white. Alberon said again.

My sixth sense suddenly realized something, but the thought was too vague to catch in time.

"Light ...... Cowin ...... Gray Cloud ...... Wind ......," I muttered, and suddenly blurted out, "Mirage, what you see must be a mirage! Only in the strange phenomenon of mirages, can there be a scene that is impossible locally—if the mirage is inverted, it proves that the scene has been reflected once, and if it is a positive image, it is the result of two reflections of the scene." ”

With Albert's wisdom, he didn't need me to explain how mirages were imaged, he could understand what I meant.

"You...... You really ......" Alberon only said half a sentence before he was dumbfounded.

This is actually a very simple explanation, Tibetan areas, like deserts and seashores, have extremely clear air, and are the most prone to mirages.

It didn't occur to Abron that the reason for the mirage must have been a big mistake made by the original intelligence provider, which misled all the intelligence lines and caused the current ridiculous fallacy.

"It's a mirage, it's really a mirage...... Why can't I think of it? Only you can think of it?" said to himself, Ebrun, clutching his hair with his hands, his face pale.

The wrong source of raw information can kill a large number of people, because it is a misdirection in the general direction, and the faster it develops, the farther away from the truth, and the opposite direction.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, are these intelligence agents all called dogs to eat their brains? It's really a joke, a joke, a joke to determine that there are sharks on the Great Eagle Ping just by virtue of a Tibetan painting!" he roared and rushed out of the stone formation, probably to settle accounts with the bearded man.

Since it is a mirage farce, then this stone henge has no meaning.

I had just wanted to get out of the battle when a narrow golden crack suddenly cracked above the flag cloud and under the gray cloud.

It was a strange weather phenomenon that I can't describe in words, but I can only describe it in general, and at this moment there seems to be a giant behind the cloud who is trying to tear open the canopy, or rather, the giant wants to tear out a big hole in the "sky" in our eyes.

Countless golden lights penetrated through the narrow cracks, giving me a huge illusion, only to feel that the world outside the "sky" had opened the door of heaven and wanted to show me a new golden world.

In this situation, I couldn't help but mutter, "What does Heaven want to show us?"

The golden crack grew larger and wider, and suddenly it exploded, and a carriage galloped out. Immediately, the sky was full of golden light, and all the scenery in my eyes was shrouded in golden light, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, not an inch of land was of other colors, all of them were shining with golden light. It was as if a giant who had touched the earth with his alchemic fingers, turning the mountains and rivers, trees and jungles, flowers, birds, beasts, people, animals, dogs and horses on the entire earth into solidified gold, and even the air and clouds had turned into gold.

The carriage crossed the sky from east to west, and it was running extremely fast, but it was not as dazzling as meteors or lightning, but it swept gracefully.

"When the emperor travels, all the people bow down; "I subconsciously retold the sentences in the history books that describe Qin Shi Huang.

The appearance of the carriage subverted my common sense of life and all knowledge systems, and the only thing that can be related to it is the Chinese mythology of "the ten sons of the Jade Emperor went out on patrol, and the ten days of disaster caused chaos in the world".

That is another myth related to Hou Yi shooting the sun and Chang'e running to the moon.

The ten sons of the Jade Emperor were supposed to go out on patrol every day, only illuminating the nether realm with one sun, so that the lives of the common people were rich and happy. Over time, the ten sons neglected their duties, and the ten sons and ten sun cars went out on patrol at the same time. Ten suns appeared in the sky at the same time, and the amount of light and heat generated increased tenfold, and the seedlings planted by the people were scorched, without food and clothing, and miserable, which led to the feat of Hou Yi shooting the sun and the tragedy of Chang'e running to the moon.

I saw at this moment that though it was only a golden carriage, it produced a light better than ten, hundreds, thousands of suns.

At this moment, it must be running extremely fast, but the distance between heaven and earth is too far, and when I observe it, it is like an ordinary person observing a Boeing 747 in flight, no matter how fast it flies, I can see its dynamics.

The golden carriage appeared from due east, crossed the middle heaven, and disappeared due west, leaving only the golden afterglow.

The crack in the sky was still there, and through the gap, I saw another world of mountains and cities.

"Don't dare to raise your voice, for fear of frightening the heavenly people" - I remembered the Tang Dynasty poems, and the realm expressed in these two most exaggerated poems was perfectly presented in the sky above me at this moment.

"What kind of place is that? Is there a 'heaven outside the sky'?" My spiritual world is extended without limit, and the "Tianyantong, Tianxintong, and Tianertong" that Mr. Wang brought me to realize is playing a magical role.

While pushing my eyesight, sixth sense, and hearing to the limit, I saw a person, felt his heartbeat, and heard his majestic voice.

He spoke a very strange language, and although I could hear every syllable, I could not understand its meaning. The sound came from the cracks, but at the same time it was sprinkled all over the world, everywhere.

This strange scene, though it was a computer simulation of Alberton, shocked me greatly. It wasn't until the golden light completely disappeared that my heart slowly calmed down.

I lowered my head, gently closed my eyes to rest, let my eyes relax deeply from the golden light, and then turned back.

Suddenly, something strange appeared in the depths of the stone formation.

If I hadn't communicated with Rose and Alberon beforehand, and knew that they had seen a half-fish, half-human monster, I probably wouldn't have been able to tell what it was at this moment.

"It's the merman, the monster that Alberon once saw, it's a mirage—" I reacted immediately.

There were countless of them, but only one could see it in its entirety, and the rest were behind it, half obscured by rocks.

It is indeed a half-fish, half-human figure, about two people tall, with a human body, but with two fins on the shoulders and a single tail on the legs, so that when it is upright, the fins and tail look cumbersome and clumsy.

The monster is also looking up to the sky, probably the same as I was just now, looking up at the golden carriage that illuminates the world.

A mirage is just a virtual image and does not cause any substantial harm to people.

I walked slowly forward until I was two meters away from the monster.

Now, I could see behind it, countless monsters of the same kind stretched out into the distance, at least hundreds, all silent, looking up to the sky. Even more peculiar, the monster has an endless beach at its feet, and the sea in front of you to the left.

From this, it can be seen that the source of the mirage is somewhere on the coast of the East China Sea, and these monsters only left the water to look up to the golden carriage.

I didn't go any further, since Albert had simulated all this, there must be more detailed information on his computer, just ask him for it.

At some point, Bearded and Alberon had already entered the battle, standing side by side with me.

"It's a wonder of the world, the world is so big, there are no wonders, even in the pioneer of the exploration of things on earth like Area 51, I have new and surprising discoveries every day, such as this—" The bearded man sighed softly.

He is not boasting that Region 51, with the powerful high-tech drive of the United States of America, is a hundred times more knowledgeable than the rest of the world. As a result, when strange incidents occurred in other countries, the national security services had not yet been notified, and the detailed reports of the incidents had been transmitted to the 51 regional headquarters. Countries have changed from anger to calm, from calm to silence, from silence to submission, and finally become a habit of taking Region 51 as a big savior to solve the problem.

This is the sorrow of all mankind, but think tanks in various countries know very well that it is tantamount to a fool's dream to change this situation within a hundred years.

"Tell me all about what you've got, Alberton. With Mr. Xia's ability, if you don't say it, he can completely dissect it and know more than those who have experienced it. The bearded man said again.

Alberon apparently disagreed with his boss and snorted.

What I think inside Area 51 doesn't matter, and Ebron's findings aren't worth discussing. Just like the example of him being misled by the wrong intelligence sources, if he told his analysis, it would also give me or others a preconceived impression, which would affect my judgment.

"Can you still move forward?" I gestured to the space behind the monster.

"Of course, I personally operated the computer simulation process, which not only restored the situation at that time according to the absolute exact dimensions of one to one, but also made my own perfect deductions, forming a theoretical system that can be justified. Alberon replied.

Scientists are stubborn and completely self-oriented, in other words, they like to burrow into the horns of self-centeredness. Eberon's research has gone astray, but he is still unconscious, unconscious, conceited, and blindly confident.

"Justify?" I repeated, smiling.

If a person can justify a strange phenomenon, it proves that he is wrong.

The so-called "self-justification, omniscience, and God's perspective" only exists in stories made up by writers and novelists, that is, only God can see everything and give a perfect, detailed, accurate, and clear summary of events.

As a mortal, Alberon overestimated his abilities. He even said that his so-called "self-justification" theory is based on erroneous intelligence sources, such as towers piled up on the beach and unable to withstand the waves sweeping away.

"Aberon, say no more. The beard finally couldn't hold it anymore, suppressed his dissatisfaction, and said in a low voice.

"No one can give a reasonable explanation, only I can say roughly what is going on behind this phenomenon. That tree is the Chinese Bodhi tree, the Bodhi tree is the most commonly mentioned plant in all Buddhist theoretical systems, and the question that the wise man cannot figure out anywhere else, once lying under the tree, will trigger countless inspirations and find the answer in an instant. I've said it hundreds of times, and all the whimsical ideas in my head came under that big tree. I believe that if that tree is transplanted to the headquarters, it will definitely improve the work efficiency of the 51 area and solve the headless problems that have piled up over the past 30 years......"

My mind raced, and I suddenly shouted, "Don't say it, where is the Bodhi tree you mentioned? Take me to see it!"

The sixth sense told me that the incident of Sanshu and Wang Qinghua disappearing into the leylines was not their finale, but the beginning of another chance. The love and marriage of two people originated from the Bodhi tree and ended with the Bodhi tree, but such a bizarre and mysterious thing was not born for the private relationship of a man and a woman, but must be accompanied by another deep wisdom enlightenment. Otherwise, Mr. Wang spent so much effort to build bamboo forests and study the leylines, wouldn't it be for the sake of the mountains and the nine thousands?

"Just behind that, you have to go, go yourself, and don't plagiarize the fruits of my labor. Alberton pointed forward, but did not move to lead the way.

I don't care about his attitude and keep going.

According to the common sense of ordinary people, walking through a virtual image, in fact, you can go straight forward, without having to follow the detour you see in your eyes, and after reaching the destination, the shadow that has just been destroyed will be reconstructed without affecting the viewing. Is that the case? I don't think so. Therefore, I followed the route completely, and did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool, completely simulating the path of Ebron's exploration at that time. Only in this way can we have a real feeling and slowly approach the truth.

After turning seven times, I was already on the verge of the cliff outside the Great Eagle Flat.

Although I was only standing in the virtual image, the cliffs and abysses felt very real to me. In addition, Alberon also used some kind of blowing device to create the effect of hunting in the mountain wind on the top of the Great Eagle Flat, which filled my heart with a huge sense of crisis of "the high place is unbearable".

I finally saw the Bodhi tree, the one where the three trees once slew, and the green flowers on the tree were Wang Yongbang's wife, Wang Qinghua.

There are very few cyan flowers in the world, and it is the "Yuan blue and white" among the antiques that will become a treasure because of its unique and rare. As for the cyan flowers in real plants, there is no one in Chinese mainland.

The flowers are huge, like the large peony flower, but the color is a mysterious and extremely clear color, exuding a dazzling cyan light from the inside out.

There were a thousand blue and white flowers, and the branches and leaves of the tree fluttered downward, like a huge umbrella cover, and its coverage was about half of the Great Eagle Flat. It's just that its trunk position is at a low place on the periphery of the Great Eagle Ping, and there is a gap of nearly three meters from the top flat top.

I took a few steps forward to see the whole linden tree.

The trunk of the tree was as thick as three people hugging each other, and the bark was scarred, indicating that it had been weathered.

The tree was in a low position, and when the snow melted on the Great Eagle Flat, the ice water flowed from the high to the low, just in time to wash the roots. The roots of the big tree on this side of the big eagle flat have appeared bare roots and cracked bark, if you can't do a good job of protection, in the long run, the big tree will be difficult to gain a foothold on the top of the ping, and eventually uproot and fall into the abyss.

I also noticed that two meters in front of the tree, there was a peculiar pit, like the marks left by a man lying on his side. But it wasn't a floating dirt, but a blue-gray slate. If it weren't for a person lying here on his side for many years, he would not have left such traces.

Miki said that in order to maintain the Bodhi tree, whenever the ice water melts, he will lie on his side to block the water from washing the roots of the tree.

From the point of view of ordinary people, based on the age of the three trees, his maintenance of the Bodhi tree is no more than 30 years at most, and the age of that tree is at least 300 years old. Thirty years is insignificant compared to three hundred years. However, when our minds jump out of the shackles of the framework of "a hundred years of life", we will suddenly understand that Sanshu is a middle-aged person living at this moment, and he will never forget and persevere in maintaining the Bodhi tree, which is not what he wants to do in this life, but because before this life, his previous life and previous life were also born with the same thoughts and the same memory, and he was reborn in Ganden Monastery in every life, and his love for the Bodhi tree in every life has only increased.

His love for trees eventually turned into great thoughts, and the painting that Wang Qinghua got was also the painting of the Bodhi reclining Buddha that a certain great painter met Sanshu by chance, and felt his infatuation and affection, so he painted the picture of the Bodhi reclining Buddha that finally hung in Wang Qinghua's boudoir.

Such examples are not uncommon in ancient texts.

Cao Xueqin's book Dream of the Red Chamber, formerly known as The Story of the Stones, is a touching example of the heart of plants and trees repaying the grace of watering.

Here, the three trees maintain the Bodhi tree and are loved by Wang Qinghua, which is similar to the love of Bao Dai in "Dream of Red Mansions". Bao Dai has been recited through the ages, but Sanshu and Wang Qinghua voluntarily hid in the leylines and walked towards immortality in another way.

In this sense, I'm not as good as Mitsuki.

At least he was willing to sacrifice everything for Wang Qinghua, and practiced the Great Eagle Ping of Ganden Temple, and after meeting Wang Qinghua, he decisively put down everything in his hand and drifted away with his heart. His freedom in life may not be possible even for the prodigal son in the world.

The mountain wind blows, and the trees and flowers dance in the wind, forming a strange music.

I walked up to the tree and raised my hand to caress a blue flower that fell from the branch.

The wind is getting stronger and the sound of the flowers is getting louder and louder.

I listened carefully, and the sound of the wind and flowers seemed to be heard by Sanskrit Buddha singing. Just now I felt sorry for Sanshu, but at this moment, my heart was immersed in the Buddha's light and Buddhist language, and there was no longer sadness and complaining, but peace and stability, and I fully understood Sanshu's approach.

He maintained the Bodhi tree because of his love for blue and white flowers, and now he has met blue and white flowers, and naturally gave up the tree to take flowers to fulfill his wish. If he is still obsessed with morality and etiquette, knowing that he is standing opposite the love of his life, but he distorts his wishes, goes against his heart, and passes by his true love, then his practice will be meaningless when his heart is together. Even if you don't sleep or eat and recite the scriptures and worship them, you can't eliminate all kinds of red dust desires in your heart.

"Sanshu, is it now complete?" I whispered to the recess in front of the tree.

The trees were speechless, only the blue and white flowers danced tirelessly.