The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 33: The Embers of the Ancient Country (Part 1)

The night before, after the possessed demon left, and before everyone fell asleep, Jonah was so upset that he could not sleep because of a short loss of memory again. He asked the guests in room a51 a question that had been holding back for a long time: Why do you want to Live in Cherry Crossing? How long have you lived here?

Waiting to cross the river. Waited for six months. Long Ji said.

Follow in her footsteps, ibid. Elliott said.

I don't know where to go. Three years and two months. Toba said.

I think the life full of battle is very interesting. Fourteen months. Sibi said.

I hope I can find clues about something from people who are in shape and form. Fourteen months. ...Everyone answered for Yekong, who was watching the night outside,-asking the silent southerner himself, it was impossible to get such a clear answer.

How about you. Long Ji asked Jona.

Fate. Jonah thought for a while and said. This answer was seriously despised by Sibi.

"Do you know what other rooms do to you who are weak, feathery and poor enough to only afford Class A rooms? They will tie you to the bed, steal all your belongings, and only give You Qingshui, wait for you to slowly die of starvation-if you die of thirst, it will be within 72 hours." Sibi said viciously, "You are lucky to have been assigned to the room managed by the old farmer fool, Mr. Goodman, if it weren't for a pitchfork. The squad accepts you, you won’t survive the first three days at all. You're still'destined', you read too many knight novels, brother?"

"Hey, hey, he must be harmonious, he must be harmonious..." The head of the room intervened feebly. In the dim night, he was seen lying on a bed with a very small size, with his head, arms, and legs hanging under the bed, like a strip. Huge octopus on the pebbles.

Jonah didn't feel bad for this quick-mouthed girl, and sighed, knowing that she was right.

Seeing that no one talked back, the talkative Sibi murmured a few words and said, "Do you want to hear the story of the Southerner?"

"Yekong's story? I really want to hear it." Jonah replied, "but I won't be able to hear it." He looked out the window. The narrow window was completely dark and could not see anything.

"It's okay, it's okay, he's clueless, I don't understand." Sibi jumped up excitedly, sat on the edge of the bed, and opened up a storytelling posture.

"It's night, go to sleep, talk about it when you have time." Long Ji suddenly said. Xibi, who was splashed with a basin of cold water on her face, wilted her hair a little, did not talk back, and lay back muttering. Pull up the quilt and cover it from the heel to the top of the head.

Jona smacked his lips, pondered for a while about the complicated interpersonal relationship in room a51, and struggled for a while in the struggle between prophecy and the devil in his brain, and finally fell asleep. Strangely, the quality of sleep is not bad.

"...In short, this is the overview of the mission. We and Your Excellency Jonah have signed their signatures. Time is tight and we will set off after lunch today." Jonah took back his reverie, and Elliott’s briefing had just ended. The members of the Pitchfork Squad were sitting on the slate floor. There were still looming figures of peeping in the gaps of the surrounding rooms. Jonah was basically used to the feeling of being peeped.

The task itself is very simple: within three days, bring back the latest report of the battle in the Kingdom of Bazelar from the Sukarsa Canyon, including the detailed trend of the "Golden Hammer". This kind of task is more common in the routine official tasks of Cherry Du. The father hires a small team to carry out the investigation and intelligence work. There is a certain degree of danger, and the difficulty is medium to low m-level. But today, with the half-heavy golden land dragon corpse ahead, this ordinary task suddenly became unusual. The faces of everyone were solemn.

"I've been thinking about how the'hammer' can be gold? Use gold to hit an'iron' hammer? The best blacksmith at the mushroom farm can't feed it." Master Shi frowned. Say. Sibi jumped up and slapped him on the back of the head.

A map drawn by Elliot with a long sword is lightly carved on the slate ground. A straight line represents the other side of the holy river, a circle represents the cherry crossing, and a meandering line represents the road to Bazelard. The post road, the rolling mountains represented by many short lines on the curve, the Sucasa Canyon is an unowned town, an information concentration point, and the only way for the kingdom of Bazelal to advance along the river bank to the northeast. The old man guessed that he could find out why the two Golden Land Dragoons came here without notice.

"By the way, my father is temporarily relieved of three days of lighting work, astrologer." The Rose Knight said to Jonah, "We invite you to ride together, otherwise your legs will not be able to handle the seventy-mile mountain road."

Jonah tried to move his leg. Healed well, and now it's only painful to walk, but the long-distance raid is not the strength of the seventeen-year-old apprentice astrologer. He nodded gratefully.

"Then, I will leave after lunch." Toba took out the huge food bag from nowhere, and took out six plates, six sets of knives and forks, six small pieces of dark red jerky, six water bags, one A bottle of salt, a bottle of pepper, a large piece of crusty bread, a bread knife, an unknown wild fruit, a bottle of butter. Set up the floor.

Jonah took the plate and looked at the black gold gopher meat with lingering fear.

"Eat, this is the amount of one day, don't worry." Long Ji said softly, as if holding back a smile.

Jonah blushed and poked the food on the plate with a fork.

After lunch, the pitchfork team packed up and set off.

The sky was clear, and Jona sitting on the back of the unicorn looked curiously at the surrounding scenery. This was the first time he had walked out of the old man's sphere of influence after coming to Cherry Du.

The team walked through the bottomless huge pit (Pit No. 6, the public excrement area of ​​room a51 and surrounding guest rooms, and the peaceful area), and through a large area of ​​shabby shacks (the dwellings of these powerless people are shaped like a circle along the cherry blossoms). Crossing the invisible border surrounding the town), you can clearly see the destructive power of the Golden Land Dragoons: a violent passage appears in the center of the shack area, and the debris of the shack is mixed with blood and mud and paved in arrow clusters.

Many unauthorised people gathered here, digging through the ruins to find valuable things. When the pitchfork squad passed by, they disappeared like hot drops of dew, and gathered behind Elliott's horseshoes.

Jonah looked back. He was taken aback by these strangely-shaped humans with missing organs. Several Iz people with human faces and beasts were mixed among them. One face was under the crotch of a huge buffalo. It looks weird.

"If no one is hired, they rarely attack powerful tenants. Don't worry." The Rose Knight said to Jonah, "We can visit Mr. W on the return trip. He lives nearby."

"The King of Night at Cherry Crossing? Is he a powerless?" Jonah asked in surprise, remembering Long Ji's introduction yesterday.

"He doesn't need daddy protection." Elliott said briefly.

"It should be said that he is a pervert who likes dirty corners, with maggots flowing in his veins, living in a pile of dead people, and he enjoys it." Sibi who walked in front did not look back and commented.

"They are quite familiar." Ellie said more briefly.

"Shut up!" Sibi said.

The Rose Knight was silent.

The sun is shining and there is a little breeze. The team speeded up, and Jonah was a little drowsy sitting on the back of the unicorn. As we entered the mountains, the lush vegetation on the side of the road quickly decreased, and bare black-gray rocks stood on both sides,-you can see where the stone houses of the cherry crossing were taken from-there were no pedestrians on the post road, and the three-hour trip, Jona did not see To any traveler.

"Not a good sign." Elliott said.

Jonah nodded, eyes out of focus as Toba's broad back swayed with his footsteps.

Sibi was obviously bored too. She slowed down and went with the Rose Knight. She wiped the sweat from her head. Her short wheaten hair sprinkled messily on the outside of the silver collar. The skin that was not covered by the green hunting suit was sweaty. The face glowed with a healthy red light due to exercise. Jonah looked at her and couldn't help feeling a movement in his heart, feeling something sweet growing in his bone marrow.

He was taken aback and squeezed his thigh with a little shame, and had nothing to say: "Sibbi, tell a story."

"Damn. Dude, sister, forgot?" Sibi blew out a steaming murderous aura from his small nostrils.

"...sister."

"Good old man~" Xi Bi smiled sweetly, "I promised you to tell the story of Yekong, Sister Long Ji, have you never heard of it, do you want to listen?"

"Okay." Long Ji also slowed down, side by side with them.

"Cough cough." Xibi cleared his throat and adjusted his breathing: "Yekong is a dead southerner. Sister Long Ji and Elie have been to the south. I have not been there. I have not said anything right, so I am not allowed to correct it. I’ll take the emphasis of the storyteller as an example. If you’re not used to it, don’t say anything. Then I’ll start.

It is said that there are two big countries in the Southern Continent: "Tochara", who believes in God’s blessing and sacrifice to one of the seven main gods of the Anglican Church, "Luta", the fertility god, and is ruled by King Isaacios, and "Tochara" who believes in ancient religions and Buddhism. "Veda" Kingdom. The desert separates the two countries from afar, and there are few wars between the two countries.

I started talking about this day, because Yekong's memory has been vague from this day on.

This is a spring afternoon. The sun is already slanting to the west, Yekong is hiding under the water, and looking at the golden red western sky through the swaying water surface, the water is ten feet deep, with a touch of green, and dense aquatic plants grow under the water. A huge statue of Buddha was half-dipped in the mud. The Buddha was naked and wearing a crown, with flames on his back and compassion in his eyes.

In the ancient country of Vedic, since the day when the Buddha statue was formed, the real Buddha has lived there. It has great mana. Touch and die.

Every December 3rd "Buddha Day", each monastery moves the throne of the Buddha statue to the center of the street. The Buddha and the people rush to the street, and the right shoulder goes around the Buddha three times. The classic says that there is a big Merit. Some devout people see the Buddha weeping until he becomes blind, and some believers touch the Buddha and die as a means of liberation. Wei Da Guo believes in Buddhism like this.

Yekong was hiding under the water, his iron-colored long clothes swelling with the water, he held a sword in his right hand, and held the water grass in his left hand to stabilize his body, holding his breath. Whenever you need to breathe, get close to the huge leaning Buddha statue, confess your sins, and take a breath in the belly of the Buddha.

——This is a great secret.

Buddha statues cannot be touched, but the belly button of Buddha statues is the source of life, giving out vigorous vitality for people to breathe at all times.

Ironically, this secret came from the pagans. The pagans started from the eastern part of the Buddhist country and burned the flames of war to the vicinity of the Vedic capital of Masha Roga. They claimed that their religion was the source of all religions. The name "Vedas" comes from their classic "Vedas". The Buddhas are the descendants of their worship of the true gods. Many centuries ago, with the support of the king, the monks dissociated their teachings and created Buddhism. They were deported to the banks of the Holy River in the far east.

For many years, they quietly spread the doctrine among the people, and got the support of several vassals in the east. They finally raised the flag of the Vatican and killed 200,000 soldiers and 150,000 private soldiers to the capital of the country. Overthrow the royal power, establish a new king and establish a pagan religion as the state religion.

The evidence for all these claims is that the belly buttons of all Buddha statues have an invisible umbilical cord connected to the thrones of the Vedic gods, conveying the aspirations collected from the believers.