Seeing that there was no movement over there, Zhang Qixuncai asked the little brother while peeling the melon seeds, "Why do you have to wait until the feathered silkworm moth starts mating before you can shoot?" ”

"Wait for it to lay eggs." The little brother raised his eyes and looked at the Big Mac cocoon on the wooden shelf, lowered his eyelids and said, "It's useful." ”

Although Zhang Qixun has guessed the origin of the brain silkworm, he still does not know its function.

However, it is related to the Wang family, but the left is also linked to the life span of people.

Zhang Qixun also asked directly, "Little brother, does this kind of Gu silkworm have anything to do with lifespan?" Can it somehow extend a person's lifespan? ”

From Ma Chongshan's half-truths, it can be inferred that the cause of all this happened began with Ma Chongshan's trip to southern Tibet.

Ma Chongshan went to Motuo, and after he came back, the Ma family began to have an accident.

Did this Gu silkworm be given to him by the Wang family, or did Ma Chongshan get it by chance?

Speaking of which, let's first briefly introduce the so-called Gu silkworm, that is, the kind of brain silkworm that I just saw.

The big silkworm raised here by Ma Chongshan is actually a Gu worm that is almost similar in appearance and habits to ordinary silkworms.

This kind of thing is very famous in the long history of ancient China.

Especially in the Miao people and southern Xinjiang many years ago, among all the Gu techniques, the most terrifying and powerful one is none other than the Gu techniques of the people of Nanmenba in Tibet.

The Monba people live at the eastern end of the southern slopes of the Himalayas, known as the top of the world, in the Luoyu region and the west of the two vast areas, and are a small ethnic minority with only more than 10,000 people.

Gu art has always been linked to voodoo, and giving people Gu is actually equivalent to poisoning.

Cultivating Gu and raising Gu is a traditional custom left over from them for thousands of years, and it has nothing to do with factors such as ethnic hatred.

It's just that the Gu caster thinks that by poisoning the wealthy, he will be able to attract wealth; Poison a person who is physically strong, and he will live a long and healthy life; And those who have many calamities in their lives will gain good luck by poisoning those who are happy in their lives.

This seems to Zhang Qixun to be a bit nonsense, many times what human beings seek from God and Buddha is just psychological comfort, and in the final analysis, it is related to their own mentality and thoughts.

Some early-stage cancer patients are still happily living, but they have survived the life limit set by the doctor, and the disease has miraculously disappeared.

If some healthy people feel sorry for themselves every day, they are sorrowful, and their hearts are pressed heavily, and if they drag on for a long time, their bodies will naturally collapse slowly.

Heart disease also needs heart medicine, and this is not unreasonable sometimes.

Today, the mystical Gu art of the Motomenba people in southern Tibet has become a legend.

And now that something related to Gu worms has suddenly appeared here, it is not difficult to speculate that this giant silkworm is related to the lifespan that the Wang family has been entangled all along.

Could it be that Ma Chongshan also wants to live forever, and the Wang family seized this point so they used him for experiments?

Or, when he went to Motuo that year, something happened to Ma Chongshan's body, so he had to choose to use his family's blood and blood to raise Gu silkworms.

What kind of accident will it be?

Zhang Qixun looked at the little brother, and expected Yi to get the answer from him.

The little brother pondered for a few seconds, as if he was thinking, but finally gave an ambiguous answer, "Yes and no." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Qixun was a little deflated, he had already held his breath and waited for the big secret, and this was the result.

"Silkworms do not extend the life span of people." Little Brother said.

"Oh, and then?" Zhang Qixun asked, Tianshou silkworm should be the name of the brain silkworm.

"But it can plunder life." The little brother said lightly, "Ma Chongshan had a terminal illness a long time ago, and even if he used this thing, it was just a matter of surviving. ”

Zhang Qixun pondered the meaning of the little brother's words, and said incredulously: "Is there really a Gu worm in this world that can transfer its lifespan?" ”

"Fake." The little brother lowered his eyelids, "It's just that that thing is living in place of him, in fact, the person himself has died a long time ago." ”

Zhang Qixun was a little confused, if the people themselves died, how could they talk to them?

Could it be a silkworm that ate instant noodles before? Die young! Is this silkworm refined?

No, no, it's really confusing, although Ma Chongshan's previous appearance was a little pale and stiff, he did breathe and ......

Heartbeat! Depend on!

Zhang Qixun realized what the problem was, Ma Chongshan's heartbeat was too weak, even when he was chased by the Wang family and fled for his life, his heartbeat was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Not to mention that he was caught off guard when he saw the little brother at that time, Zhang Qixun didn't pay much attention to Ma Chongshan at all, so cold and snowy, it would be good to be able to find breathing.

It is precisely because of this that Ma Chongshan's heartbeat is weak, but his breathing is obviously a little deliberate.

"He's the living dead!" Zhang Qixun affirmed.

This conclusion is about the details that he inadvertently ignored before.

Ma Chongshan's stiff and heavy steps, his frequent movements of covering his heart, his well-proportioned breathing, and his attempts to sneak away quietly in the middle of the night were all to hide the fact that he was not a normal person.

It turns out that the biggest secret that Ma Chongshan wants to hide is himself.

The little brother nodded, "There was already a silkworm in his heart, but it was hit hard." ”

Hit? Zhang Qixun thought to himself, it could only be caused by the sneak attack of the Wang family.

Seeing that Zhang Qixun still didn't understand how Ma Chongshan became a living dead, the little brother took out an old yellow notebook from his backpack.

Zhang Qixun was stunned, "What is this?" ”

"Ma Chongshan's life countdown." The little brother handed him the notebook, "Everything you want to know is in it." ”

Zhang Qixun took it and found that it was a very old parchment codebook, and of course, the lock had been destroyed.

The codebook is very thick, and it seems that Ma Chongshan is a person who is more obsessed with records.

The beginning of the book is more like a travel essay.,It's written from Ma Chongshan to southern Tibet.,The sheepskin of the book is also made of local leather.,Ma Chongshan made it by hand.。

As Zhang Qixun had speculated before, the Tianshou silkworm was indeed something that was obtained from the Motuomenba tribe.

Ma Chongshan actually didn't go to southern Tibet alone, and he was accompanied by a sibling brother named Ma Chongfeng.

But in the end, the only person who returned to the Ma family in Nepal with antiques was Ma Chongshan, because the younger brother Ma Chongfeng finally died on the snowy mountain.

And the person who should have stayed on the snow-capped mountain forever was Ma Chongshan.

Ma Chongshan and his brother are two years apart in age, when the two brothers went to southern Tibet, at first they just wanted to collect a batch of Tibetan antiques, but after entrenching in southern Tibet for a few months, they did not receive what Ma Chongshan liked in his heart.

Until one day, Ma Chongshan accidentally found an old parchment Buddhist scroll in a Tibetan house.

This is a map that records in ancient Tibetan witch language that there is an extremely sacred place in southern Tibet, located in the depths of the Grand Canyon of the Brahmaputra River, where legend has it that there is a sacred place full of golden Buddha lotus flowers.

In order to find out about this place, Ma Chongshan tried to sneak into the local rituals, and spent a lot of money racking his brains to find out about this place from the wizard there, which was in the mysterious mountain.

Since he hadn't received anything special for a long time, Ma Chongshan was curious, so he discussed it with his brother and took a few of his men to embark on the road to find the Lotus Holy Land.

Motuo has been congested with traffic since ancient times, especially in those days, and it has become almost a mysterious island isolated from the rest of the world.

Ma Chongshan hired a local guide, and the group crossed the mountains and mountains, riding horses on the snow-capped mountains for five days, unfortunately, they encountered a snowstorm, and it was difficult to even walk, let alone find directions, they were completely lost in the snowstorm.

At that time, people were sleepy, but fortunately, the guide led them to find a narrow hot spring cave to take shelter temporarily.

The violent wind and snow raged outside the mountain crevices, and the guide's face was full of sadness, and he kept praying to the god of Yala Chambord, who was in charge of the blizzard in his heart, but the wind and snow whined for a day and a night, and his pious prayers did not have any effect.

"It must have been the mountain gods who sensed that we were trying to find the treasure where they lived, and that suddenly rained down a snowstorm to punish us."

The guide was full of remorse, he shouldn't have brought this group of greedy people here to find the holy place where the mountain god lived for the sake of so much money.

Everyone was already desperate for this trip, Ma Chongshan regretted it, regretted that they were trapped on the snowy mountain because of their recklessness, and now they can't even save their lives if they don't say anything holy or not.

Just when Ma Chongshan thought that he was going to be buried in this vast snow-capped mountain this time, the guide who accompanied him suddenly said that he smelled the smell of food, and walked straight to the deeper part of the hot spring crack.

At that time, Ma Chongshan and his entourage had already eaten up the dry food they carried, so they relied on the snow water melted in the iron pot for two days.

The horses that carried them up the mountain were already buried in the snow when the wind and snow came, because the horses' hooves were difficult to trek through the thigh-thick snow, and they had already been bled and stored on the snowy mountain, and the corpses were buried in the snow, so it was difficult to go out to find horse meat to satisfy their hunger.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the Tibetan guide suddenly got up from the ground, the tip of his nose twitched, as if he smelled something very fragrant, and kept muttering words like thanking God for the gift, and walked towards the narrower mountain crevices with salivation.

Ma Chongshan and they were also hungry in a trance, and when they smelled it carefully, there was really a shallow fragrance floating in the air, very, very fragrant, it was a kind of fragrance that could not be described in words, and there was no kind of mountain and sea flavor in the world that could be compared.

The hungry people had no time to think, and the empty stomach kept urging them forward, and they stumbled after the guide.

Following the scent of the vague scent, they walked in the crevice of the mountain for an unknown amount of time, and a very large hot spring cave appeared in front of them, which was steamed by the heat, and the fragrance in the air became more and more intense.

They didn't care much, and stumbled into the water, as if they had fallen into the depths of the hot springs, step by step down the shallows.

There was no detailed record in this notebook, and Ma Chongshan himself actually didn't know what was going on, and when they woke up from their coma, they found themselves in a large hall full of Buddha incense.

The vague fragrance still lingered around them, but for some reason, they no longer felt hunger in their stomachs, and the Buddha incense around them made them think that they had entered Elysium.

The place where they were standing at the moment was a palace gate-like staircase, and looking inward, the surroundings of the main hall were like a ladder of clouds, going up layer by layer.

On the staircase on the ninth floor facing them sat cross-legged Buddha with a solemn appearance, and on the next floor there were eight vajra and bodhisattvas with different postures, and below were the gods of White Tara, Green Tara, Special Buddha Mother, Vajrasattva, Dense Vajra, Joyful Vajra, and Great Wheel Vajra, and even lower were the empty walking mothers, and the rest of the Ma Chongshan did not know them.

He counted carefully, and there were a total of one hundred and eight golden and jade Buddha statues in this Buddha hall.

At the top of the main hall there was a huge white nine-turn jade lotus, the jade lotus was like thousands of night pearls exuding a cold and soft light, to Ma Chongshan's surprise, the jade lotus seemed to be alive, and the nine petals were actually rotating at an extremely slow speed.

Surrounded by the sound of gurgling water, the fog in the main hall was shrouded, and they seemed to be standing in a cloud fairyland, and their minds were intoxicated, as if they had entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man.

The Tibetan guide who was traveling with him had already knelt on the ground and began to prostrate for a long time, Ma Chongshan was pleasantly surprised, he didn't expect that he had really found the legendary Buddha Lotus Holy Land by mistake.

Ma Chongshan took out the map of Buddhist scriptures from the gap in his clothes, but suddenly found that the original tortuous route on the map had changed.

It seemed that the peculiar smell of this hall had reacted with the contents of the parchment scroll, and he could clearly see that the originally nonsensical lines on the picture suddenly became clear and definite.

"It's ...... It's a scorpion! ”

Ma Chongshan's exclamation attracted the attention of the others, and everyone gathered around to take a look, and found that the pattern of those lines on the map was really a white-shelled scorpion lying on a nine-petal lotus flower.

At this time, Ma Chongshan didn't know the reason for the relocation of the family, so naturally he didn't associate this lotus scorpion with the scorpion tomb in Ma'an.

Once again, the merchant's mercenary nature prevailed, and he had a hunch that there must be a treasure on this map waiting for him to discover.

Everyone in the Ma family was very excited, and they stepped into the Buddha hall one after another, and the Tibetan guides couldn't stop it.

However, Ma Chongshan and they wandered around the Buddha hall for a long time, and they didn't find that there was a passage to other places.

Doesn't it mean that the holy place is full of golden Buddha lotuses? There is only a nine-turn Buddha lotus and a bunch of bald monk statues here.

Ma Chongshan has traveled south and north over the years, and he can be regarded as a person who has seen the world, and after thinking about it for a while, he thinks.

It's likely that some mechanism has hidden the passage here.

Good night maca baka~