The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 34: The embers of the ancient country (part 2)

Like most Vedic citizens, Yekong is a devout Buddhist. He was born in poverty before the war and was the sword-carrying Garan of the Great Prajna Temple (guardian outside the temple). Together with Fengyan, he joined the frontline and participated in a A guerrilla group composed of powerful Buddhists and sword-wielding kalan wandered on the flat Gobi Desert in the east of the ancient country.

The leader of the pagans is King Rama. It is said that he was the true **** who came to the world and had the power to split mountains and tear the earth; he led seven demi-god generals, and each of the seven generals was an incarnation of the true god. Among them, Sarasvati is the projection of the goddess of wisdom, learning, and music in the world. Her beauty and intelligence are well-known in the Buddhist kingdom.

During the years and months of war, Yakon finally saw Sarasvati himself in a night attack. As if struck by lightning in the night sky, he froze there, staring at the white elephant and holding it in his hand. Saru, with a spear and red hair burning like fire, could not move a single bit with three scimitars.

The night attack ended in failure. Yekong, who was rescued back to the camp, was lying on the hospital bed, only remembering Saru's cold and disdainful eyes when he waved his hand at the Buddha soldier.

He fell in love with the demigod generals who were heretics, and the female devil who killed countless people.

This fact makes him feel terrified, who has been living a life of abstinence. Sword Kalan can marry and have children, but the object of his love is the extremely evil Raksha. As long as this idea reaches the ears of others, he will be chopped into pieces by angry Buddhist soldiers. He trembled so much that he couldn't sleep.

The respected monk in the guerrilla regiment sensed his gaffe, and went to his camp late at night and talked:

You are not like you these days. What's wrong?

Master, I have doubts.

Just say it.

I am troubled by love.

Which one of the three loves is love, love, and no love?

I fell in love with a woman.

Worry is born from love, but young man, who doesn’t love others? Terror is born because of love; 　If you are away from the one who loves, there is no worry and no fear. ——Whose daughter do you fall in love with? I asked the guerrilla leader to ask for a kiss.

I can't say.

Don't talk about it then. Where did you meet?

On the battlefield.

Where is your heart disease?

I'm afraid I won't see her again.

Go into battle day by day, kill the enemy every night, and see you on the battlefield, okay?

...Yes!

Yekong didn't want to be injured, he swung his sword and was now in hand-to-hand combat.

The secret self-cultivation method "Nine Lights" of the Great Prajna Temple holding a sword and a garan is easy to learn but difficult to master. Yakong found that he was advancing rapidly in the battlefield, and his methods of killing became more and more convenient.

His name spread like a plague among the pagans, ——Yekon himself expected the same, hoping that his name could one day be recited in Saru’s mouth, even if it was just a touch of lips and teeth, He can feel happy trembling even thousands of miles away.

But they couldn't meet again.

Although the guerrillas have killed countless enemies, but the power of the pagans is growing like a snowball. King Rama preached the world, and Buddhists converted one after another. The eastern part of the ancient Vedas was visible to the naked eye with a burning Buddhist temple as its trunk. The fire dragon burned to the capital Mahuluoka, unstoppable.

Buddha country retreats steadily, and Yekong retreats to the outskirts of the capital with the fragmented guerrilla group, and sets up a defensive position in the Tomb of Iveda. In the royal tomb where monks, Buddhists, people, and kings’ army were mixed, Yekong could not find the guerrilla group leader, nor could he find his place. He flicked the rusty long sword in his hand and wandered on the ground anxiously, hearing injuries. The soldiers groaned, watching the white smoke of burning corpses drifting around, and hearing that the monk chanted the scriptures to save the dead.

Suddenly someone leaned against the wall and beckoned him, Yakorn walked over. It is the high monk of the guerrilla group. The monk hit two arrows in the chest, and there was no blood in the sore. Yekong knew that the situation was the worst. The congestion had embolized his heart and lungs.

He called the doctor monk loudly, but the monk waved his hand to stop him, moving his lips and said:

Have you seen her?

Mage, I haven't seen her.

Do you miss her?

Mage, I have always missed her.

Listen carefully. I was not tolerated by Buddhism, expelled from Mahuluoga, and joined the guerrilla group in anonymity. When I was in Beijing, I was a national teacher. I saw that at this time tomorrow, the generals of the pagan demons would sneak into the Mausoleum of Prince Moro to assassinate the king. If you don’t see it then, it’s hard to see him, if you don’t see it everywhere, it’s hard to see him everywhere. you understood?

Master, I don't quite understand.

It's natural to understand then, go. Take this.

The senior monk took out a fluorescent light yellow bead from under him and handed it to Yekong. The bead exuded a warm breath, and it spun in Yekong's palm by itself.

Mage, what is this?

However, there was no answer. The eminent monk held a small statue of Buddha tightly with his left hand, smiled, touched the Buddha and died.

Yekon put his hands together.

After cremation of the monk, he thought for a long time, but couldn't get it.

In the evening of the same day, the tide of infidels came up. The monks set up large crossbows, and the huge crossbow arrows blessed by the monks flew into the sky with the explosion of the bowstrings. When they fell, they turned into huge golden bells and fell. Blossoms of flesh and blood bloomed among the soldiers.

The powerful mana-wielding kallan reads the scriptures under the guard of the sword-wielding kallan, the cassock flutters, the nine-ring tin rod is raised high, black clouds gather over the king’s tomb, and the lightning reveals nine heads and a thousand eyes, two thousand hands holding the King Kong Asuras with pestle, vajra prongs, vajra bells, vajra knives and other magical implements, flames are ejected from their huge mouths. The Buddha statues in the king's tomb were all buzzing, with golden light in their eyes.

The heretics are not afraid of death or injury, they run over the corpses like ants, and the piles are higher.

The monks stood on the 17-foot-tall wall of the royal tomb and dropped the stones and boiling oil. The crossbow and arrows flew horizontally in the air. Yekong stood on the wall and swung his sword to split the arrows. Suddenly, he saw the dense black-clothed enemy soldiers cracking. Opening a gap, eighteen armored war elephants guarded the lotus seat floating in the air, standing on top of the four-headed eight-armed King Rama, wearing a golden crown, hanging beads and holding a staff. Rama stretched out his hand and the pagan foot soldiers stepped back and pushed out seven wheel-shaped Kalachakra weapons.

One of the flat and broad wooden skins, called "fans", just listened to the bang of the fans, and three high-speed rotating flywheels popped up, drawing high parabola across the city wall and bursting on the heads of monks and soldiers in the city. Come, sprinkle violently burning black oil.

The other one is called the "Earth Sword Machine". It was dragged by two elephants to the roots of the city wall. The priest in the robes sat on the Earth Sword Machine. The priest chanted spells and set fire to sacrifice. Trembling and uttering a long mournful cry, a string of sharp swords pierced the ground like Fulong's back, slicing the corpse, pagans, monks and the city wall together.

The other weapon is called the "Arrow Machine", which made several bangs, and a row of heavy armored war monks standing on the wall was swept into pieces by a chain of arrows.

The Vedic monks and soldiers were crushed by the seven Kalachakra weapons to make it difficult to raise their heads. Suddenly a small group of lightly armed Garan jumped down from the side of the city wall, split a **** path among the pagan soldiers, and swiftly rushed towards King Rama. The leader was a sturdy middle-aged monk with a naked torso holding a golden light. Flashing big stick.

"Head!" Yekong stood up and shouted.

The remaining members of the guerrilla regiment were quickly lost in the black crowds, and the team’s progress was getting slower and slower, but the white armored war elephants around King Rama could already be seen, and the guerrilla leader wiped his face. With a loud shout of blood, he shook his club away from the surrounding enemy soldiers. The fangs of the elephant's feet were pulled out of the ground. After changing three steps in the air, he slammed a club at King Rama.

Rama’s four faces did not even look at him. Among the elephant’s elephants stood a one-armed general who was heavily armored. The one-armed man pulled out an extremely long one from his sheath. The serrated knife flashed light, and the leader's golden stick only resisted for a moment, and the one-armed man dragged the knife backhand, like a saw sawing tofu, cut into two pieces with the person and the stick together. The rain of blood sprinkled wildly. The remnants of the guerrilla regiment were completely overwhelmed by the black tide.

The legendary demi-god general and countless murderous demon king Amaraja, only a single stab, ruined the slight hope of the Buddha kingdom's counterattack.

"Leader!"

Yekong has jumped off the city wall and wanted to follow him, but the earth sword machine is in front of him. He dexterously leaped over the dragon-like point of the sword. Two arrows flashed in the air, and a sword cut off the priest’s Skull. The out-of-control Earth Sword Machine spit out swords in all directions to the west, and the bodies of the surrounding heretics were torn apart. Yekong stood on the Earth Sword Machine and looked at it again.

Yekong didn't remember how many people he killed that day, or how they defended wave after wave of enemy attacks.

The sky was clear, King Rama waved his hand gently, and the heretics left the corpses in the mountains and plains and retreated silently. How many people were there? Yekong didn't know.

He has never found a person in charge of the battle. He only knows how to swing a sword and kill people. When he realizes that there is no longer a standing enemy in front of him, he sits on the ground with a plop, but falls asleep before his **** touches the ground.

The next day there was no nuisance to the enemy during the whole day. Yakong was able to rest, heal his wounds, and replenish food. The monks opened the door and went out of the city to collect and burn the dead bodies of Buddhist soldiers and infidels, and recite the sutras.

Recalling a few words from the high monk, Yekong looked at the sky, touched the hot bead in his arms, and decided to get up and go to the Mausoleum of Prince Moro.

The tomb of the king they guarded is outside the east gate of the city, and the pagans are attacking from the east; the mausoleum of Prince Moro is in the west of the city, which is the only way to enter the inner city from the outer city.

Yekong came across the city to the Prince's Mausoleum, and the sun was already slanting to the west.

The mausoleum is a majestic and tall white building. The white marble corridor from the west gate of the outer city extends to the main entrance of the Prince's Mausoleum. Twenty-seven statues of Buddha are erected in it. Because the inner and outer cities have heavy iron gates and the roadside is deep water, the forces around the Prince's Mausoleum are weak, with only a few dozen monks and four guardians guarding the temple.

Yekong stood in the middle of the tunnel, in front of the tightly closed west gate of the outer city, behind him was the majestic Prince's Mausoleum, and on both sides was the luminous lake. The setting sun cast his figure long on the marble floor. He stretched out his hand to touch his face, and the dry blood scab fell on his face. His coat was dry and wet, stained with dirty rust, and the sword in his hand was also rusty.

When will these hellish days end? He looked back at the inner city. Is the king shivering on the brocade?

Buddha bless. Yekong bowed to the Buddha statue in the lake water, which was reflected in the setting sun, feeling the full tingling of his eyes, and then jumped into the water.

When he was young, he lived not far away, and his parents forbid him to play in the water, because this is a sacred place, and there is only one way to die if you touch the Buddha statue in the water. But he has dived into the water more than once, and he has long discovered an unknown Buddha sinking under the water. What place is better for ambushes than underwater.

Yekong pulled aside the lake water and dived down. The setting sun shot into the pale green water. The bottom of the lake seemed so clear. He found the big Buddha he had seen in his childhood. The big Buddha's eyes were still compassionate.

If the heretics are lying, then I am not in vain today.

Yekong calmed his mind, and found the round belly button in the belly of the big Buddha—there really was bubbles bubbling there. Yekong leaned over to swallow two bubbles with his mouth open, swallowed, and immediately felt that his body was blown up by the abundant vitality.

It’s true. it is true. The belly button of the Buddha statue is transmitting the power of thought to some unknown force. He felt joy and stability in his heart, and at the same time he felt disillusioned. Heretics are telling the truth, so what do you believe in your whole life? What is true? What is fake?

No matter how you think, Saru’s presence in his mind can’t be erased.

Yekong hides under the water, looking at the golden red western sky through the swaying water surface. The water is ten feet deep with a faint green color. There are dense aquatic plants growing under the water. A huge statue of Buddha is half sunken in the silt, and the Buddha is naked. Wearing a crown, with flames on his back, and compassion in his eyes. "

Sibi said this and suddenly stopped.

Toba stopped, took off his small round hat, steaming hot on his head. He rubbed his hands and said, "Well, just rest here today? If you go further, you won't find such a good place."

Sibby gave a cheer, ran to the head of the room, and left a sentence: "After dinner, I will talk about it!"

Jonah was fascinated by it, only to shook his head helplessly. He didn't expect to look around and was stunned by the scenery.

Walking all the way to the monotonous black-gray rocks, what you see now is a teardrop-shaped depression in the mountains, full of lush green grass, wild flowers blooming in it, and a stream of spring water quietly surging under the cherry trees , The nose is full of fresh and vibrant air.

"This is Shiva's Tears. A miraculous prairie, isn't it?" Elliott looked back and smiled.