The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 35: The Wailing of Buddha Tooth (Part 1)

The campfire is raised, the tent is set up, the mushroom soup is rolling in the pot, and the quiet grassland embraced by the mountains, the six guests in room a51 sit together, thinking about their own things.

Jonah glanced at Yekong diagonally from time to time. The southerner's eyes were empty as usual, and his scarf-wrapped face couldn't see clearly.

"Sister Long, let's sing a song." Xibi leaned against Toba, hugged her knees, and said coquettishly to Longji.

"Second." Elliott said.

Long Ji looked at Jona non-committal. Jonah couldn't help avoiding the eyes of the Eastern woman.

Long Ji smiled. "Ok, what do you want to hear?"

"It's the one that tells the story of a beautiful female fairy!" Sibi cried, raising his hand.

"I see." Long Ji stood up and walked gently among the crowd, "This song is called'Mountain Ghost'."

The moonlight is on her long hair like splashing ink, and the silver bells in the hairline are pleasant to the ears and ringing. Long Ji looks at the distant mountains and sings softly:

If someone is in the mountains,

She was taken by the female Luo Lixi.

It is both contemplative and laughable,

Zimuyuxi is good and fit.

Take the red leopard and follow the raccoon dog,

Xin Yi's car came to knot Guiqi flag.

Being led by Shilan Xi, Du Heng,

Zhefangxin Xi's thoughts.

The rest is faint and will never see the sky,

The road is dangerous and difficult.

The table stands alone on top of the mountain,

The cloud is down.

Looking forward to the dark day of the Qiang,

The east wind is blowing with the gods and the rain.

Stay spiritually for repair and forget about home,

Which is Huayu?

Collecting three beauties in the mountains,

Shi Leilei comes to Gemanman.

The resentful son is stunned and forgets to return,

Jun thinks I can’t take any time off.

The man in the mountains Xi Fang Du Ruo,

Drinking stone springs shaded with pines and cypresses.

Jun Si, I am suspicious.

Lei fills in the rain,

The night sounds again.

The wind is rustling, and the wood is bleak,

Young Master Thinker is free from worry. "

The singing voice is graceful, the first sentence is floating in the field of night, and the next sentence is curling up in the moonlight. Jonah can’t understand the lyrics sung in the ancient oriental language, but from Long Ji’s distant aria, it is clear that women are right. The man's bone-broken thoughts.

Long Ji whirls lightly, spreads her arms, and sings the old and desolate tune again in the lingua franca of West Dalu: "

I passed by the top of the mountain,

Wearing vines.

The eyes are smiling,

The posture is graceful.

I ride a red leopard and carry a coon,

Raise the sweet-scented osmanthus flag on the chariot.

Wear vanilla,

Folding flowers represent my lovesickness.

I'm in the bamboo forest and can't see the blue sky,

It's hard and dangerous to walk alone.

Standing on the mountains,

Look at the clouds rolling under your feet.

Day turns to night,

The gods rained down torrential rain.

The fairy floats away,

Who can be beautiful forever?

I pick fairy grass,

Look at the vines coiling between the rocks.

You miss me and forget to go home,

Do you miss me and when will you come?

I am in the mountains, the vanilla is green,

Drinking mountain springs, sheltering pine shade.

Do you miss me, I can’t think clearly, don’t think.

Thunder is rolling, heavy rain is coming,

The apes screamed, and the night was low.

The wind blows and the fallen leaves flutter,

I miss you so much, I miss you so much!

-Anxiety grows. "

Long Ji's graceful shadow is like an ancient mountain fairy dancing in the moonlight, Elliott flicks a sword to make peace, and a bright spot of light flies away from the corner of Long Ji's eyes, blending into the vast night sky.

Jona understands. That man, the man whom Long Ji didn't know traveled around the world to find, the mysterious man who didn't know where and what he was doing, was a scar in Long Ji's heart. There is no sweetness in this kind of thought, only pain; the pain makes Jonah feel the bitterness of empathy.

Jonah realized that he had planted the seeds of love for Long Ji in his heart, but this woman was destined to be unable to pretend to be other men. The seventeen-year-old apprentice astrologer clenched his fists, her nose filled with sympathetic and desperate sadness.

The end of the song is quiet, no one applauds.

Toba has already snored, and Sibi tilted his head, falling into inexplicable feelings. Yekong looked into the distance, his eyes reflecting the moonlight, and he seemed to have some popularity. "I'm going to bed first." Long Ji turned and got into the tent, leaving Elliott and Jonah to look at each other, and sighed at the same time.

"We will rest first, and replace you in the middle of the night, pay attention to safety." The Rose Knight said, patted the unicorn's head, and kicked the beast into the darkness.

Jonah and Sibi are responsible for the vigil. The little woman was still in a daze. Jonah realized that her heart was more sore when she was alone, so she walked over and patted Sibi on the shoulder: "Hey, it's okay."

"Brother, I don't know much about love." Sibi stared at him with green eyes and said dreamily.

"I don't understand either." Jonah sat down next to her. The two were silent together. The bonfire was cracking and it was about to go out.

Jonana a wooden stick painted the star array on the ground. For some reason, his energy was particularly concentrated. Five minutes later, he pressed his hand on the ground and said silently: "Everything in the world is a projection of the stars on the ecliptic. We live, possess, communicate, Inheritance, creation, management, sharing, change, transcendence, realization, communication and introspection are all overlooking the starry sky. I am in awe and always look up. Please use the starry sky for my strength!"

The string of the interstellar line is silently flicked, and a bright orange light is projected on the campfire, but the combustion-supporting effect that Jonah expected does not appear. Neatly cut in half, extended far away, plowing a long deep trench with tumbling dirt in the dark field.

The mushroom soup spilled out, and the campfire went out completely. Jonah stayed there, Toba still snoring.

"Pop," Jona slapped the back of his head, and Sibi stared, "What should I do if I want to cook supper?"

"I wanted to start the fire. I didn't expect it to be so powerful." Jonah stammered and explained.

"Big fart." Sibi snorted with his nose, "but it looks a little bit. As a reward, let me tell you the second half of the story."

"Yekong's story?"

"Nonsense."

"He is right there, okay?"

"Just leave him alone."

Sibi glanced at Yekong, who was sitting there, and said to himself:

Yekong hid under the water, waiting for the enemy to appear. He didn't know how long he waited, and suddenly he felt the vibration of the water waves. Looking up from the bottom of the water, everything was distorted. He vaguely saw a group of people rushing out of the Mausoleum of Prince Moro, rushing in disorderly steps towards the city gate. With a few plops, the lake water above his head burst into pink ripples, and a shiny object slowly sank. Yekong stretched out his hand to catch it. It was a cut off-more like a sawed sword tip.

Yekong swung his sword and swung the lake to rise rapidly, breaking the water with a clatter and leaping high, and he saw a lone horse on the corridor. A brown heavy-armored war horse, on the saddle stood a one-armed general full of iron armor, the one-armed man was retracting his sword, and the corpses of the monk and the monk sprinkled into a blood-colored fan.

Yekong constricted in the air and shot at the one-armed man like an arrow. The one-armed man turned his back to him, but he was fully aware of the assassin's actions. There was a flash of lightning, and the extremely long serrated knife drew a twisted half arc. The swords intersected and made a crackling sound. The sword drew a dazzling spark on the opponent's heavy armor.

"Amarakya?" Yekong landed and turned to take a defensive posture, wiped water on his face, and shouted sharply.

With a jingle, Yakong's broken sword fell to the ground. Rusty sword failed to cut through the heavy armor, and the one-armed man stood on horseback and turned around, with the long knife stomping under his feet.

"It's me." His voice buzzed in the terrifying iron mask, spewing out heat like a steaming kettle.

One of the seven demigod generals of the pagan infiltrated and assassinated the king alone, and Yekong trembled with fear and excitement. Is there a better chance of revenge for the leader than now? He leaned down and hid the broken sword behind him, his chest slowly rising and falling according to the secret breathing method of the Great Prajna Temple, and every muscle was shaking slightly, looking for the harmonious rhythm of movement.

"Who are you?" The legendary demigod general in charge of death uttered a vaguely hot question.

"The nameless man." Yekong exhaled and inhaled, gradually slowly pressing his mind and physical stamina into a perfect circle of the pubic area.

Amaraja did not wait for him to finish, the war horse hissed and rushed towards the setting sun with a long hoof, and the demigod general stepped on a serrated long knife to stand firm, and his palm covered with a sharp leaf was bent. Yizhang.

""Nine Lights"...Ming King's Spear..." Yekong stepped on the marble corridor and moved forward against the ground like the shadow of the marble corridor. He suddenly threw his sword in the air, Jiebao gave birth to a karma mark, placed his left fist on the navel, and gave a wish with his right hand. Apparently, one could see that there was a layer of golden red flame accumulated in his right arm, "...shoot!" With a push of his right hand, a fierce wind burst in the air, and the flame shot out like a long spear.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) Passing under his feet with a scream, shot into the clear sky.

""Nine Lights"... Bao Zhuang Chu..." Yekong straightened up, Jie Tian Gu Lei Yin Tathagata mudra, "...Broken!" With a loud shout, a huge giant appeared on his head. The King Kong cast down the magic pestle's phantom, crashing down, "Boom" like a drum, the gravel in the center of the corridor was flying, the waves were surging, the seven-foot-long white marble corridor shattered and sank to the bottom of the water, Yekong tapped his toes and retreated two steps in a row. , Caught the long sword, stood by the broken bridge, and looked up.

The huge figure of Amaraja’s heavy armor was in the air, and she couldn't see any power to be transferred into the water, "Ah!" The demigod general took a volley, and hot steam spewed from every gap in the heavy armor. He actually walked three steps in the void, grabbed the serrated long knife, and smashed it down with Li Feng's head and face.

Yekong stepped back two more steps, Amaraja stepped heavily on the corridor with his left foot, trying to step forward and chop again, but the broken corridor could not support his body to collapse, and the demigod general fell along with the gravel. Into the lake, large waves splashed. It was as if a piece of red iron had entered the water, and the surface of the water sneered up with steam.

Yekong is on guard with a sword. Twenty-seven Buddha statues watched the battle in the lake without saying a word. Yekong suddenly thought that the mage said yesterday that she had a chance with her today, where would she be now?

The lake exploded, and Amaraja stepped on the gravel to crack the water with his bare hands, covered in steam, like a demon in a furnace. It's this time! Yekong yelled and accelerated forward, his spinning pace flashed and a huge fist was nailed to the back of the demigod general, and he exhausted all his energy and strength to smash Amaraja’s neck with a sword.

Many gods and Buddhas, bless me.

However, the gods and Buddha did not open their eyes, and the long swords turned into broken iron in the jingle, and the enemy's neck armor did leave deep scars, but that was all. In the next instant, Amaraja's one-arm grabbed his head and slammed to the ground. Yekong's eyes were black and red, and he spouted a mouthful of steaming blood.