Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

"But how are we going to get there?" Matilda asked. The train station is about three kilometers away from Moluponka Village and even further away from the Moluponka Temple. "Should we go there by car?"

"Of course it's not, but it's completely true." Kanjila said mysteriously, "You'll know if you come with me."

With doubts, Matilda followed Kanjila's footsteps. They walked out of the train station. The sun outside became even hotter, and their shoes kicked up a small amount of dust on the burned sallow sand road. Matilda wiped the sweat from her face. There were stalls of vendors on both sides of the road. A few pieces of cloth lay across the road between the stalls on both sides, barely able to block the strong sunlight. They were standing in front of a yellow electric tricycle, which was the mode of transportation they were going to take.

"Get in the car." Kanjila entered the cab first, inserted the car key into the keyhole and twisted it. The electric tricycle roared like a lion about to wake up.

This is not too bad, Matilda comforted herself, at least she has a car, right? And the most common vehicle in southern China seems to be an electric tricycle.

Matilda sat in the back compartment and began to look at the interior of the car. Why was there no seat belt? Just when Matilda wanted to say something, the car started. Like a lion lurking in the grass and suddenly launched a sneak attack, the car rushed out a few meters away. Matilda was so frightened that the hat on her head almost flew off. .

"Hey! You little brat!" yelled a vendor, whose fruit was tainted by the dust kicked up by the tricycle and now unsellable.

Not only did he suffer, other vendors and even pedestrians passing by were affected by the dust kicked up by the tricycle. The road was suddenly busy, but it was still lively, right?

"It's you again, you bastard! Damn it, why does Sinha always give you such annoying human things!" a villager from Moruponka village shouted angrily.

Under the control of Kanjila, the electric tricycle was like a brave charging warrior. The tricycle flew one meter high from the ground, drew a beautiful arc in the air and then landed steadily.

"Sorry!" Kanjila shouted excitedly, and her voice was quickly hidden in the brown dust-filled streets.

The electric tricycle arrived on a street in Moruponka Village in less than three minutes. With a perfect drift, the electric tricycle stopped steadily. Kanjila looked very energetic after getting out of the car. She hadn't raced like this for a long time. She had finally borrowed this electric tricycle from Sinha with rupees. She spent several weeks for this electric tricycle. Days with little water.

When Matilda got out of the car, she could no longer hold back and began to vomit. Kanjila patted Matilda's back gently, which might make her feel better.

After a while, Matilda's pale face returned to normal, and she asked: "Where are we? Where is the temple?"

"Here, right behind you." Kanjila pointed, and Matilda turned her head and saw a gray stone wall. The paint on the stone wall was peeling off due to age. This is the most inconspicuous place - there is a hole in the wall, and the rich smell of mango mixed with sandalwood wafts out of the hole.

"Should we go in from here?" Matilda looked at Kanjila, whose expression was serious and did not look like he was lying to her again.

"Didn't you say you entered here through "connections"?" Matilda complained.

"Yes, that's right. Aren't we here?" Kanjila said, "I paid a lot of money to borrow this electric tricycle. And if you want to enter a cave that is not open, you have to pay a price. worth it."

Matilda was speechless for a while, she knew Kanjila's so-called "connections".

"Let's go." Kanjila said, "Do you need my hand to help you climb in?"

"No need." Matilda said, "This height is nothing."

She jumped slightly, grabbed the edge of the hole with both hands, and used all her muscles to bring herself to the entrance. Matilda stood on a high place and said proudly: "Do you need my help?"

Kanjila shook her head, she also jumped up high and quickly came to the entrance of the cave to stand side by side with Matilda.

"I didn't expect your skills to be quite good." Matilda rarely commented on others.

They successfully climbed into the temple. Matilda raised her head and was stunned for a moment. She saw that the temple was shrouded in thick fog, as if the entire temple was in the clouds. The faint golden light of the sun flows in the mist, adding a sacred feeling to the temple.

The walls inside the temple are covered with exquisite murals depicting local myths, legends and historical stories. After the baptism of time, the colors of most of the murals have faded, but this does not affect the intuitive feeling of the murals. They outline a long history and prosperous culture. Each painting is meticulous and has natural brushstrokes, as if telling the world ancient and moving legends.

There is a sacred and peaceful atmosphere permeating the temple. Incense is lingering, it is quiet and solemn, and people devoutly offer incense and pray to the statues of gods. No one noticed that two small figures got into a dark corner.

Matilda never imagined that one day she would have to sneak into the attraction. But according to Kanjila, this method can save a lot of rupees, and most importantly, it is exciting and fun.

"You...what are you doing?" Matilda lowered her voice, but still couldn't hide the shock in her tone.

"Hmm... it's really good." Kanjila was holding a piece of mango in her hand and chewing it. "Do you want to eat it? Those guys are very pious and the fruits they bring are of very good quality. If you want to eat it, I can give it to you. Get one."

(byd, you steal other people’s tributes, right?)

"How could you steal someone else's tribute?" Matilda's blood pressure suddenly rose.

"It's okay." Kanjila threw the mango peel in the corner, "A poor kid like me won't mind stealing a fruit god, Manka~ come here."

A small black snake crawled from not far away. It was dark in color with a little pink on its belly. The little snake wrapped around Kanjila's wrist and rubbed its head affectionately on Kanjila's arm.

"I hope you won't be afraid of it," Kanjila said. "There's something special about me. I'm different from others."

"It's really different." Matilda said dissatisfiedly, "It's very rude and makes me a little annoyed."

"Oh, I mean - I am a mystic." Kanjila was also a little dissatisfied. "I hope you won't be scared away by me. Don't worry, I am a relatively good friend in this village..."

"Can't you see that I am an excellent occultist?" Matilda said in surprise.

"Hmm... not quite." Kanjila spoke honestly, but her words were like a knife piercing Matilda's heart. "I thought the occultists would be like the villagers here, some pedantic old men. Just like the uncle, they will yell at humans when they see them. They will even drive the humans who help them out of their territory."

"Otherwise, why do you think the train station is as clean as new? Because all the other humans here have been driven away by them! Well... to be honest, I have never seen anyone like you..."

Matilda said: "That only shows that you are too short-sighted and have not read enough. I suggest that you follow me and study hard and learn the attitude that a mystic should have."

"Oh, you're right." Kanjila said in a perfunctory tone, "Manka told me that there are very few people outside now, so let's leave now!"