readx; Chapter 595: The Ant Colony in the Desert (Part II)

It is the place where the Buddha relics are buried. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info please search! The fastest updated novels usually have five to thirteen floors, and in ancient Chinese novels, the magical power of the tower is often described.

For example, the pagoda in the hands of King Li can subdue demons and subdue demons, and the white lady in the mythical story "The Legend of the White Snake" was under the Leifeng Pagoda by the monk Fahai, etc., because Buddhism believes that the pagoda has the effect of expelling demons and protecting the people.

If so, then, the cave we see is a pagoda, and we are in it? Impossible, absolutely impossible, who would build a pagoda underground.

I was puzzled and explained: "Your situation in the corpse cave is an upside-down bucket open, small below and large at the top, and the thirteen paths are divided into thirteen layers, which is clearly a thirteen-story pagoda!"

"No way, fatty, you've seen Taxiu underground. And you also said that the tower is a place to bury the Buddha's relics, why don't we have it now, are you scared and confused?"

The place of relics, yes, is really like this. I reached into my arms and took out the small golden tower, but by this time, due to improper protection, the tower had cracked.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and I didn't know why, but I explained that this small pagoda was obtained in the hands of the dead monk when I stumbled and fell, and now there must be a relic in this pagoda.

At this moment, the pagoda in my hand suddenly cracked, and a crystal bone bead rolled down, and my right hand hurriedly held it, and then unfolded the bead and swirled in my palm.

The fat man coughed, patted his head and shouted: "That's right, we are in the tower, and then shook his head and said, these zombie spiders are demons, are those ants eminent monks?"

I took the relics back, went down the cracked pagoda, tore off a piece of cloth, wrapped it up, and stuffed it in my bosom. Say, not necessarily, but in front of you, it seems that you will say something.

The two of them came to the mural and were about to study it carefully, when the light through the gap began to flicker incessantly, and the light, which was not very good, was now completely gone.

The fat man screamed and went to the stone wall to think about what blocked the light. I leaned against the stone wall, the original mural on the stone wall had its own fluorescence, and the previous light could blur the painting on the wall, but this time, the pattern composed of the light emitted by the mural itself had a different style.

In the first floor of the pagoda, the spiders and the big-eared people fought together, killing each other, the weak and the strong, and the blood flowed like a river, and those who did not die rushed forward, but they defended each other and glared angrily...... And the falling, dead creatures struggle in the flames, like a scene in hell.

This, this seems to be a triad.

In Buddhism, the three paths and eight difficulties refer to the state of not being able to hear the Dharma and not be able to engage in Buddhist practice.

The three paths refer to the three evil paths of hell, hungry ghosts and beasts, and the eight tribulations are the eight realms in which you cannot see the Buddha and hear the Dharma.

It is also said that there are eight kinds of places that have no connection with the Dharma, namely: hells, hungry ghosts and beasts, these three are unable to see the holy ones, and they are forced by suffering, and they are not allowed to hear about the longevity of the Dharma, and the heavens of the colorless realm are long-lived and live in stability, and do not seek the frontier of the Dharma.

Living in the northern part of Mount Meru, in the border area called Yu Danyue, indulging in pleasure and not seeking the Dharma, deaf, blind and dumb, physically handicapped and unable to fully accept the teachings of the Dharma, the wisdom of the world is wise and intelligent, although rich in the wisdom of the world, but falling into evil views, and not hearing about the Dharma before and after the Buddha, born before or after the birth of the Buddha, and unable to encounter the Dharma, and so on.

In this way, our tower is truly a demon exorcist. The relics were also used for this purpose. Then when we people come here, aren't we walking with demons, or rather, we are demons?

What I think in my heart is extremely pathetic.

The fat man shouted softly on the side: "Good boy, fat man, you won't think of me anything, fragrant food."

Fragrant food, you're crazy, there's just us two stinky men in this place.

No, really, you come over br>

The fat man moved a little away for me, and I went up and looked through the gap, only to see that there was a big hole on the other side. It's just that there are countless white rice-like eggs piled up in this hole, not ant eggs or anything.

A scent gradually spread through the cave. The fat man couldn't bear the loneliness anymore, so he pressed the gap with his fingers, and after just a few clicks, he made a hole in the stone wall with the size of a bowl.

The heart is very weird, take a piece, a stream of formic acid rushed to the face, it turned out that this cave, has been corroded and infiltrated by mosquito acid, only a small force can be opened.

For so many days, the fat man and I were sleepy and hungry, let alone running, and now I have no energy to walk.

Finally, a hole that can be drilled by one person was expanded, and the entire ant's delivery room glowed strangely white. The whole larvae's nest did not make a sound, and I wondered in my heart, what about the queen ant, it stands to reason that the queen never came out of her nest, but there was nothing extra here except for piles of eggs.

Just wanted to talk to the fat man, but he had already drilled through the cat's waist. Now the fat man only has food in his eyes, and he doesn't care about the danger,

Man dies for money, and birds die for food. Food, and food again.

I was still hesitating about something, but the fat man had already put the ant eggs in his mouth with a bow left and right, and he was in a hurry for a while, and he almost choked.

"Water, water......" cried the fat man.

Touched the kettle beside him and handed it to the fat man. After a few sips of water, he breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

The two of them are not too careful, after all, they are hungry and uncomfortable.

When the fat man was almost finished, he found honey-like juice in a corner of the nest room. This really surprised me, I often heard that there is a kind of ant called honey ant. Specializing in honey collection, is this the legendary honeydew? Whatever, drink enough first.

The two of them ate and drank well, and decorated the kettle they carried. I am about to think about it. The whole ground began to shake, and thousands of ant eggs covered me and the fat man.

Earthquakes, no. The ground is alive.

Across from me was a pair of black compound eyes, staring at us intensely.

A feeling of being targeted by a predator came in an instant, and I felt a chill in my back, a feeling that I didn't have when I was surrounded by zombies and spiders, but now I have.

Horror of horror!

I stood there with the fat man, motionless. Everything is still, like the silence before the battle between the two armies, and the next moment is mercilessly tearing apart.

The brave of the two armies wins, although they know that they cannot win, but they must also defeat the opponent in momentum.

Glaring angrily, the momentum is overwhelming.

At this time, the ant nest is like a volcano ready to start, and as long as a fire is sparked, it will cause a disaster. If the queen ant is afraid of me, then we can only disappear from this world.

Ten minutes is like a century.

In the silent ant nest, there was a sudden sound. Clanging sounds. With this sound, a smell of decay came to my face. Standing up in the pile of food is a monster, it is the "Heavenly Burial Master" who only has a full moon scimitar.

It's really a wave of unevenness.

Fat man, with a strange expression on his face, thought to be in the same mood as me.

However, the head with black eyes turned away.

Following my gaze, I felt a little different, the "Heavenly Burial Master" with only a full moon scimitar was different from before, but I couldn't tell where it was different.

The "celestial burial master" stared at the queen ant, the fang-like mouthparts trembling into the sky, the hind legs rubbing, and a sound like a jagged pull, undulating in the hole.

The queen's body writhed and made a strange "squeak" sound. A stream of formic acid rushed out of the sky and sprayed on the body of the "Heavenly Burial Master". The sound of sizzling and sourness immediately sounded, and the stench was accompanied by a sour smell. Like tear gas, I mixed with the fat man's snot and tears and spread them on my face.

The fat man and I covered our mouths and noses, sneezed incessantly, and leaned into the corner of the wall, intending to flee at once, but this place was still far from the stone wall from which we had descended, and the huge queen ant was separated from it.

At this time, the two ants were already fighting together. One keeps spraying formic acid, and the other keeps dodging attacks. After all, the queen ant is large and slow-moving. Every time you adjust your body, you will be attacked by the "Heavenly Burial Master".