After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

A hand reaches for the ribbon.

"They call this thing a mountain?"

"I suggest you put your hand back immediately if you don't want to be kicked out of town immediately."

"Okay. Is it possible to carve the Venus Stone into a pavilion pagoda or something, and put it on the top of the mountain. Like a rockery bonsai?"

"My gut tells me these inexplicable things are going to be trashed the next day."

"Or stretched into an iron chain, enclosing the holy mountain in a circle?"

"The Venus Stone is a stone! Do you think that the craftsman is an omnipotent god?"

"Smelt it into a stone tablet and stand it in front of the mountain?"

"...His Royal Highness, with all due respect. Don't you think it's a bit like a tomb?"

Song Jun's face was hot, and he muttered to Duanmujian in dissatisfaction:

"Then why don't you come up with a feasible plan?"

Duanmujian pointed to Lu Ran next to him: "It's none of my business. The serious tool repair is here."

Lu Ran hugged the brocade box, with a smirk on his face: "Hey... the star of Qiming... my... hey..."

Song Jun closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

The sacred mountain surrounded by brightly colored five-color ribbons is formed by the accumulation of broken and irregular white stones and loess.Although it is almost the size of a stage, it still cannot hide the cruel fact that it is less than one foot high.

Duanmujian pointed to the imprint on the stone pestle: "The old man in the village said that when the caravan was still passing through Sumuya, there was a very tall Populus euphratica wood carving on the holy mountain, which could be seen from a long distance. The wood carving refers to The place is the direction the caravan is going to. But a few years ago, the wood carving was stolen by foreign thieves."

A few people looked at the pedestal that had been blown by the wind and decayed, and they knew it in their hearts.The village is full of old and weak women and children, and there are hardly any young people in hardcover.This is a village that is gradually dying, like the ashes of a bonfire that has subsided in heat.So much so that the landmark wood carving has been stolen for so many years, but there is still no money to rebuild it.

Duanmujian lowered his voice mysteriously: "I asked about the origin of the holy mountain, but no one in the city could explain it clearly. I only know that it has been standing here since the beginning of the city of Sumuya. It cannot be moved or overstepped. It is said that the moonlight Entering the temple when the entire holy mountain is illuminated, the souls of the ancestors will be revived with the bright moon in the night sky under the call of the ghosts and spirits."

"Could it be related to soul suppression again?"

Lu Ran recalled his previous experience in Yancheng, and counted them one by one with his fingers: "Among the few magic tools famous for nourishing the soul, the soul-calling bell has already been used when returning to the spirit in Yancheng. Requiem incense and nourishing rest jade Not suitable, the guardian beast is a beast of the monster race in the southern border of the Central Plains, and the power of protection cannot be transmitted here. As for the concentration pearl..."

Song Jun touched his chest subconsciously.

Ah Nan's remnant soul is hidden in the heart mirror transformed from the concentration bead.

Duanmujian reminded: "Don't count those soul-suppressing instruments. Guiling's instrument has already been decided, it is the star of enlightenment."

Lu Ran was puzzled: "I've never heard of the relationship between the Venus Star and the soul?"

No one could answer his question.Duan Mujian saw that everyone was deadlocked, and proposed to take them to the temple to have a look.

Most of the Sumuya city is a small one-story building built with yellow clay mixed with mortar, with a flat roof and high and small window openings.It looks very rough and crude.It's hard to imagine that such a poor town with no money at all dares to be critical of the temple gate construction plan of the most prestigious civil engineering family in the Central Plains cultivating world, the most outstanding architect of this generation.

Lu Ran seized the opportunity to fool and perfunctory clients with Duanmujian's teaching tool repairers: "This kind of one can't give money at first glance, and it's almost enough to do it. Your Duanmu family has changed careers to charity, and you are willing to be ordered Repeatedly changing the plan? Their temple is made of gold?"

Duanmujian shook his head, looking in the direction of the temple in the distance, his expression was a bit complicated.

The temple is located in a rocky mountain more than ten miles away from the small town.Before stepping into the mountains, Lu Ran looked back at the town.The small houses in Sumuya are like scattered reefs in the sand sea.On the border of the endless boundless land, the shadow of the city wall of Dazhou can be faintly seen, like a thin grayish-yellow border on the sky.

Is there such a high wall on the border of the Western Regions?Lu Ran was puzzled.

Along the mountains, narrow caves were carved out of the hard and vicissitudes of rock.The entrance of the cave is carved with mysterious patterns.Some are gorgeous and complicated like a wordless history book, while others are simple and simple with only a few lines.

Duanmujian softly ordered everyone not to look into the cave.In these grottoes dug on the rock walls, the bones of the Sumuya people were buried.It is said that the long gaze of passers-by will disturb the clear dream of the deceased.

Passing through the tombs, you can see the gate of the temple embedded in the rock.In the weathering of time, the gate of the palace has been almost completely destroyed, leaving only a row of majestic and majestic stone pillars, about the thickness of three people hugging each other, and two stories high.

There are cut stones scattered under the stone pillars, which are stones used by Duanmujian to repair the gate.Behind the stone pillar is a deep and dark temple.

Duanmujian led the crowd to worship in front of the stone pillar, and asked them to cut off a strand of hair.She tied everyone's hair into knots, and took out another fire talisman.The spiritual fire ignited from the talisman, and slowly devoured the black hair of several people.

It's been very quiet today, and there has been no wind since morning.The fluttering ashes seemed to be attracted by something in the temple, and slowly flew into the boundless darkness.Duanmujian said in a low voice:

"After entering the temple, don't make loud noises, don't eat or drink, and don't slander the gods. What's more, don't call other people by their names directly. People here think that in the great Sumuya Temple, your and my names are just wild grass in the wilderness."

There was a trace of solemnity in the silent air.Sumuya, a dilapidated small town with only a dozen families, suddenly possessed an inexplicable majesty.Several people lowered their heads slightly and entered the temple one by one.

Yi Yao walked at the end, turned around and looked at the sky, his expression was dim and difficult to discern.

The temple seemed to hollow out the entire mountain, and the boundless darkness stretched forward.The daylight was cut off from the stone pillar gate, and the hall was so cold that it looked empty.

Lu Ran ignited the soul fire in his pupils and looked at the dark surroundings, slightly taken aback.

Although the spiritual power in the desert is thin, it is still possible to ignite and illuminate.Song Jun just ignited a bright spiritual fire in his palm.Lu Ran rushed to close the voice transmission to stop it, but found that the spell of the voice transmission did not work for some reason.Fortunately, Song Jun was immediately stopped by A Ying, who also had excellent night vision ability.

Aying took out a small fluorescent stone for night walks from his bag, and Lu Ran also used his spiritual power to summon the soul lamp.The soul lamp emits a faint light.Lu Ran hid the Soul Lamp in his sleeve, and the already dim light became even more dim, and he could barely illuminate a small piece of land at his feet.

Duanmujian glanced at Lu Ran and A Ying approvingly, and explained in an almost inaudible voice: "The god of Su Muya does not allow outsiders to see his whole picture. In addition..."

A faint light cluster brewed in her palm, covered it carefully with a veil, and led everyone to the edge of the rock wall.Under the faint light, the lifelike murals unfold slowly.

Precious pearl powder embellishes the sun, moon and stars, and wonderful indigo outlines the mountains.The red cinnabar depicts birds and animals.With Duanmujian's moving light group, thousands of complicated murals continue upward to the seemingly endless top.

Dancing around the bonfire, civilians with colorful tattoos on their bare arms, and different costumes; priests with ghost masks flying around the bonfire, talking to the mountains; A brave man aiming at a huge worm; a nobleman wearing a golden crown, a gold chain around his neck, and covered in gold ornaments; a soldier who is fully armed and covered in armor...

They seem to be temporarily sealed in the years, only to return to the world on the appointed day.People from the past are frozen on the painting wall, but their eyes still seem to be watching the world quietly.

Everyone restrained their breathing involuntarily, for fear of waking up the characters in the painting.They didn't know what the murals were describing, nor which dynasty these bizarre stories took place in.

Lu Ran somewhat understood what Duanmujian said in front of the temple.In front of such a magnificent painting wall, the meager names of ordinary people lose their meaning.

Duanmu Jian's voice seemed to come from a distant era:

"Excessively strong lights and gazes will desecrate the murals. The residents of Sumuya stipulated that no more than five torches should be burned at the same time, dead branches with a pungent smell should not be burned, and no more than 20 people should enter the temple at the same time.

Except for the night when the moon shines on the holy mountain, do not stay in the temple for more than one hour.In addition, inaudible whispering is regarded as deception to the gods, so all the secret methods of sound transmission are forbidden by the temple. "

Duanmujian walked in the front, and the spiritual lamp in his hand illuminated the butterfly-sized and sickle-shaped exotic characters on the mural.Lu Ran held a lamp to help Yi Yao illuminate.

Song Jun followed behind them, using the fluorite given by Aying to carefully identify them by frowning.A Ying has the talent of night vision and does not need lights, but unfortunately she knows nothing about translating these foreign languages.

According to the information collected by Duanmujian, these murals were drawn decades ago.A group of people claimed that they received the guidance of the two ghosts and spirits, and got enlightenment in their dreams. They began to dig caves here, and recorded the stories that happened in this land on the rock walls.

Lu Ran and Yi Yao were at the end.Lu Ran originally wanted to summon a ball of light for Yi Yao.But Yi Yao was clumsy, and the light ball went out as soon as he put it in his hand.Lu Ran had no choice but to hold the lamp in his right hand, and told Yi Yao to hold his left hand tightly, not to let go no matter what.

Yi Yao's Weiliang fingers were long and slender, and the thin calluses sharpened on the border rubbed against Lu Ran's palm.Lu Ran raised his cuffs and read each word, feeling an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.

A few dark green rays of light danced lightly.The faces of the portraits on the murals are blackened due to the erosion and damage of the years.Only one pair of eyes is still vivid.

Yi Yao's soft voice came from the right: "See me..."

The tone twists and turns like undulating sand dunes.If Lu Ran is still awake, he will realize that this is not the language of the Central Plains at all.

Lu Ran pondered: "It seems..."

Yi Yao interrupted his answer: "Remember me..."

Lu Ran felt a little strange, he was clearly beside him, but the voice heard in his right ear echoed, as if it came from a high and far dome.The green fluorescence flew towards an unknown darkness ahead, illuminating the murals extending to infinity.Lu Ran subconsciously wanted to raise his foot to chase after him.

Wait a moment.

Yi Yao held his left hand, how could he hear Yi Yao's voice from the right!

Lu Ran broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked at his left hand, and Yi Yao, who was supposed to be connected with his fingers, disappeared.He hurried back the same way to find someone, but his body lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

There seems to be some kind of giant beast hidden in the walls painted in all directions, and the pounding heartbeat vibrates in the solid rock.A man in military uniform shook his sword hand suddenly, his armored head slowly turned around, stared straight at Lu Ran, and raised his arms.

Startled, Lu Ran struggled to get up, and inadvertently pushed back with his left hand, but couldn't use any strength.

Lu Ran lowered his head, only to find that his left hand was missing, and countless fine sand flowed out from the cuff.

His body is collapsing.

No, not just his body.

The whole world is gradually collapsing into dust!

Lu Ran fell to the ground and gasped for breath.He watched helplessly as the road coming from behind turned into quicksand and collapsed.Like an invisible barrier, anything that retreats behind the barrier must disappear into nothingness.

out on a limb.

Yi Yao's voice rang in his ears again, and the muffled tone seemed to echo from the other side of the painting wall:

"Meet me again in a dream."

Those frozen characters seemed to be moving again, turned their necks stiffly, looked down at Lu Ran who was kneeling on the ground with black and white eyes, and raised their arms to point in the direction of the extension of the painting wall in front of them.

Lu Ran looked at the unknown darkness ahead.There is no light, no echo, no one knows what is there, no one knows where it will lead.Inexplicable fear welled up in his heart, and he hesitated to stop.

Looking back, the back road turned into quicksand and dispersed.Looking ahead, the future is boundless.Under the gaze of countless portraits in the painting, Lu Ran closed his eyes, stood up reluctantly, and walked slowly in front of the mural.

The people on the mural silently watched his leaving back.

Gradually, darkness enveloped the world, and a few green lights flew into the distance. He dared not look back, and couldn't stop.He could feel that the abyss of quicksand was chasing after him closely.

Some blurry images flashed before his eyes.Lu Ran felt that his soul was gradually separating from his body, flying away and drifting away.

At this moment, the elegant Sanskrit sounds sounded from the depths of the soul, bright Buddha light shone on the Ming acupuncture points all over the body, and the motto written with gold powder emerged.The floating soul is drawn by the Buddha's light and lands on the body again.

A silver-white phoenix flew across the darkness, scattering countless silver lights.Lu Ran looked up ignorantly, Bai Niao swooped down, Hook Claw picked up his collar and swung up, rushing into a dazzling light.

In the bleak temple of Su Muya, Lu Ran suddenly came back to his senses.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is, there is no plot turning point, but when I write it, it feels like it is very important (vicissitudes of life)

In addition, I will really be laughed to death by one of my gay friends

I said I want to have a happy funeral

My friend: Ah, so you are also eating at Cyberspace today? (referring to the hot search headlines)

I couldn't stop laughing.No wonder I got a rejection letter today and not sad at all