The Buddha sits in the golden lotus.

Raising his head, the Buddha looked out the window.

Two golden rays of light flowed out of his eyes, and the golden rays fell on the animal skin that blocked the window.

The white, finely textured, paper-thin hides were pushed away.

Dazzling brilliance, through the empty window.

Two huge pillars of light pierced the sky.

The golden light disappeared into the sky, and the Buddha lowered his head and glanced at the monk and Buddha kneeling beside him.

Raising his hand, the Buddha pointed to the west.

"A star stone, cut the cheek, it's just a wound, it will heal soon. ”

The Buddha's eyes were lowered, and there was no expression on the Buddha's face, as if it was just a very small thing.

Longhu Mountain, the top of the main peak.

Beside the ancient pines, which are dense and green, a man stands on the roof of the gazebo.

Light green robe, black and white cloth shoes, long beard messy hair but white beard.

The old man with a face full of folds and spots, with slightly chest-length eyebrows, wears a crown hat that is half a meter high.

The silk rope attached to the bottom of the crown and hat fell behind the old man's back because of the old man's upward head.

The golden iron unicorn beast head embedded in the top of the crown hat is golden yellow, bringing a hundred catties of gravity to the crown hat.

But the crown hat itself was imprisoned on the old man's head by an invisible force.

Therefore, even if the silk rope was not tied, when the old man looked up at the sky, the silk crown hat still did not move a bit.

The old man stood on the gazebo, looking at the sky, looking at the west, watching the golden pillar of light shoot into the sky, and his brows gradually furrowed.

The originally calm and waveless mood has risen countless waves.

Lowering his head, the old man turned to look around, but found no one to appeal.

A thousand words came to his lips, and he could only turn into a sigh.

"Alas. ”

A gust of wind blew the cloth horns of the green shirt, taking away a short sigh, and rolling thunder came out in the Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

West Wilderness, by the lake.

Yougen stood on a gentle slope, pointed to the red marks in the sky, and said to Liu Heng, who looked suspicious beside him: "This is a meteorite, and it is a normal natural phenomenon. ”

Then, Yougen turned his head and looked at a group of barbarians lying on the ground behind Liu Heng, and shouted loudly: "Did you hear it, this is a normal scene, nothing unusual." ”

The barbarians still crouched on the ground, and no one got up.

With a wry smile on his face, Yougen looked at Liu Heng helplessly, but found that Liu Heng had also knelt on the ground.

After a moment of silence, Yougen lifted his hem freely, bent his knees, and bowed to the sky with an unwilling face.

It was not until night, when there was no longer a red trace in the darkness-ruled firmament, that the people rose from the ground.

Patting the dust on his clothes, Yougen turned to look, only to find that the chief behind him had reverently removed the animal skin covered with dirt from his waist.

Three thousand barbarians, all of them took off their leather clothes.

Three thousand naked men, all with solemn faces, folded and put away the hides with reverent faces.

Yougen turned around, walked to the edge of the lake with a blank face, bent down to pick up a stick discarded by the barbarian, and stepped into the cold water.

Countless bonfires were built around the lake, and everyone gathered around the fire.

Dozens of large fish stripped and devised were set up on the fires.

Yougen groped out a cloth bag from under his belt, and sprinkled the powder evenly on the grilled fish in his hand.

The aroma of the fish and the smell of cumin fill the air.

Sitting by the same fire as Yougen, he was chewing the fish that Liu Heng had grilled with vitality, and his eyes suddenly widened with oil.

Chief Chi quickly sat down beside Yougen, staring intently at the grilled fish on the fire, skewered on a wooden stick in Yougen's hand, exuding a strange aroma.

"What's in your bag?"

Putting down the only half of the grilled fish left in his hand, Liu Heng looked at Yougen and said with a smile: "This thing has a special aroma and opens people's appetite." ”

"A ubiquitous plant made from crushed body leaves. ”

"Oh, so easy?"

"Yes. He took out a leaf from the cloth bag, threw the leaf out, and with a flick of it, the leaf fell in front of Liu Heng.

Liu Heng stretched out his hand and grabbed the blade, took it in front of him and looked at it carefully for a while, then nodded.

"It's true, it's just a weed that can be seen everywhere, but I didn't expect it to be so useful. ”

Throwing the blades aside, Liu Heng stood up, took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand, and spread his palm on the fire.

"There is a vision from the sky, it is not easy to move tonight, rest for one night, and we will go to loot tomorrow. ”

"It's not easy tonight, it's easy to be early tomorrow. ”

Hearing this, Liu Heng turned his head to look at Yougen with a smile on his face, was silent for a moment, and nodded.

In the early morning, the green grass and leaves are covered with morning dew.

In the makeshift tent, snoring continued.

Listening to the sound of snoring, the rider wrapped the animal skin on his body, got up from the seat, and walked slowly out of the tent.

The corners of the linen robe peeked out from the wrapped hides, and the corners of the robe swept over the grass, stained with the dew on the blades of grass, and became wet.

The rider walked to the meadow without a decision, and looked up at the sky.

The thin light of the morning sun shines through the darkness that is dying, but it cannot penetrate the darkness.

The night came into his eyes, and he seemed to see a crimson that didn't exist.

The earnest teachings of the elders of the clan, the ancient legends from foreign lands, echoed in his mind.

Legends that have been sung by poets for thousands of years, unsealed disconfinements from a long time ago, evoke memories that do not exist.

The rider picks up the short knife he carries with him and pulls the blade out of the hilt.

In the darkness, the body of the sword, which was clear through the morning light, was covered with runes shaped like tadpoles and red as blood.

Looking at the familiar patterns on the sword, the rider felt that his spirit was in a trance, and he was lost for a short time.

In the end, he could only smile bitterly.

And with a wry smile, he fell to his knees.

He held the hilt of the knife in one hand and the blade of the knife in the other, and lowered his head as he held the knife to the sky.

The cold air, as he breathed, poured into his lungs, and the open quilt could not withstand the cold wind of the night.

The rider coughed in the cold, but he still stubbornly knelt there, letting the cold wind blow and let the cold air enter his body.

He was waiting for a revelation from the gods, like the legendary knight watched by the gods.

As the sky grew brighter, the light on the long knife brightened.

The rider raised his head with a trembling body, looked at the knife in his hand, his eyes became frightened, but his face became extremely resentful.

He bit his lower lip and threw the knife to the ground in front of him.

He leaned over and lowered his head, and after a few moments, he began to sob.

In his ears, there was a sudden sound of fierce footsteps.

His eyes widened and he looked at the sky with a look of surprise.

In the bright white sky, behind the mountains in the distance, the morning sun revealed a magnificent corner.

In the clear blue sky, white clouds dotted it.

The rider frowned, lowered his head, and looked into the distance, countless barbarians were rushing towards him.