Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Wuxi Village is really big, but also really small.

It is said to be very large because it is scattered among the mountain streams and built along the water. Even if there are only ruins left, it still occupies a considerable amount of land. It will take a lot of time to walk from the beginning to the end. After walking all day, searching back and forth carefully three or four times, even the young and strong will inevitably feel exhausted.

But Di Dongqing still felt that it was too small. If it was bigger, it might be able to hold some clues and avoid the torment of the fire.

The sun had gone down, and he still found nothing.

After the fire, the government once came to Wuxi Village and buried the dead hastily on the surrounding hills. However, under the ruins, there are still many undiscovered bones - mottled blood, tangled hair, The scorched black bones could not be distinguished.

Unsightly tragedies came into view one after another, making his heart even heavier.

If the Devil's Cult failed to get what it wanted, why did they rush to burn important clues?

He couldn't think of it, and the dead souls residing here couldn't answer his questions.

He faintly regretted it. If he had known this, he should have asked Ah Ming a few more questions.It is a pity that there is no beginning in life, only the present.

Seeing the sweat on his forehead, Lu Zhengqiu couldn't bear it, and said softly: "Dongqing, come here and rest for a while."

Di Dongqing shook her head and said, "I'll look for it again."

The two had discussed that no matter whether they could find any clues tonight, they would leave Wuxi Village and rush back to Jiangyu as soon as possible.Young people are not willing to admit defeat, Rao is running out of time, still have to struggle.

He has thoroughly searched the houses where the Wuxi people lived, and there is only one place left, which is the altar for sacrifices.

Wuxi village is near the water on one side and the mountain on the other side. It is arranged in steps along the mountain, showing the shape of a fan. The place for worship is on the top of the fan, close to the mountain.

There is a deep cave here, like an upside-down bowl, the lower edge is wider than the dome.A light from the mouth of the bowl leaked into the hole and shone obliquely on the statue.The stream falls from the hillside behind the statue, forming a hanging waterfall several feet high. The clear stream flows into the bottom of the bowl, and flows out of the cave along the river channels on both sides, like two blue garlands, wrapping the altar in it .

Because of the surrounding water, the inside of the altar is protected from fire.However, there were not many furnishings here.The belief of Wuxi people is simple, and there is no god tree in charge of different responsibilities. They only worship the gods standing in the center of the altar.

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Xia's statues are also different from the habits of the Central Plains.For people to worship, the statues in the Central Plains are usually tall, mighty and heroic. However, the tall part of this statue is not the statue itself, but the stone platform at the foot of the statue.

As shown in the painting by my mother-in-law, the stone platform is carved into the shape of rolling waves. The lifelike waves are several times higher than the top of a person's head, which makes the viewers feel awe. Xia stands on the top of the waves, with a small figure Compared with Ju Lang, he looked like an ordinary person.

Lu Zhengqiu raised his head and stared at him.

He has long hair and shoulders, tall and tall, and his appearance is quite similar to the carvings in the Yushan Cave.However, Yushan's stone carvings have been worn away by time and become mottled, but this statue has been completely preserved, and even its expression is lifelike.

Standing on a high place, he overlooks the village at his feet. The beam of light falls from the top of his head, and a soft outline is plated on his shoulders, making his stone eyes shimmer, clear and clear. There is no arrogance in the eyes, but rather Kind of pity, kind of compassionate.

He stands in this remote place, forgotten by the world.The masters of Shenzhou couldn't even pronounce his name, but everything that happened in Shenzhou—the fire from the sky, the fall of the Great Wall, the decline of the world, and the fate of the country—seemed to be captured in his deep eyes.

Lu Zhengqiu looked up at the statue, his mood was like dust rolling in the beam of light, lingering around the statue.

Compared with this god made of stone, the troubles born of a mortal heart will not be heavier than a speck of dust.

A futon is placed in front of the statue for people to worship and pray.Driven by an indescribable impulse, Lu Zhengqiu slowly paced forward, came to the futon, and knelt down slowly.

Kneeling in front of the cold and solemn stone statue, his thin body looked extremely small, not even bigger than a crow.

He folded his palms together, closed his eyes, and the clear beams of light sprinkled on his eyelids, so that the darkness in front of his eyes was no longer dark, but instead there was light jumping and flowing.

There is silence around, only the sound of gurgling water, time passes quietly like flowing water, and the moment is almost eternity.

In this short moment, he has seen all the ups and downs, honors and disgraces, and experienced all the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and finally he has a vague understanding of the meaning of faith and why people need to beg God for salvation when they are in despair.

The god still didn't answer his question.

He opened his eyes, stood up, with a dazed expression on his face, and let out an inaudible sigh deep in his throat.

At this time, he caught a glimpse of something strange in the place where his knee was pressed just now.

Between the two layers of futons, there seems to be a corner of paper, like a secret revealed inadvertently.

His heart trembled, he quickly bent down, and pulled out the secret that was sandwiched between the futons.

It was a thin volume.

There was stale moisture on the surface of the thin volume, presumably it had been placed here for a while, and there were deep wrinkles on the paper surface of the title page, probably from being hastily stuffed into the futon and pressed out for a long time.

The thin booklet is full of words, the handwriting is messy and scribbled, and the ink is heavy, leaving heavy marks on the back of the pen, it seems that it was written in a hurry.

He immediately thought of the fine-point pen in Tianxing's house, his heart was beating like a drum, and he concentrated on discerning it, and it was as expected.The handwriting in this thin book and the engraving in Tianxing's house can be concluded to be from the same person.

Fortunately, the handwriting in the thin book was not burned, but preserved intact.Although messy, each word can distinguish the content.

He read it word for word.

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"This book is written by the hand of Tianxing, in order to tell the mother of Tianxing, you use Xiyang as a medium, and you are good at performing the forbidden soul transfer technique, and rely on my remnant soul with a mortal body, but in the remnant soul, the spiritual power declines, When the primordial spirit is united, the good thoughts will be wiped out in anger, and I will cease to exist.Before that, you must take Xi Rang away from Wuxi, hide in a hidden place, and never fall into the hands of Chongming Sect. 』

"Heavenly fire started in the northern border, and it is fast and fierce. It is about to cross the Great Wall and burn the whole of China. As my people, you have guarded the land for generations. The mission has not been fulfilled, so we must not give up. 』

"The gods have resigned and will never return. After thousands of years of prosperity, China is no longer what it used to be. In the current crisis, only by relying on mortal bodies can we save China from fire and water again." 』

……

In just a few lines, Lu Zhengqiu was astonished by the information revealed.

He continued to flip backwards, and there were many paragraphs behind, but they were almost repeating the same content, only the wording was slightly different, and the ink in the notes was sometimes darker and sometimes lighter, as if they were written at different times.

He covered his scrolls and closed his eyes, shocked in his heart.

About Wuxi Village, about Xiyang, about Xia, about Tianxing... many unsolved mysteries gradually formed a thread in his heart.

Could it be that this was a revelation given to him by the gods?

He opened his eyes again, and the statue in front of him was still solemn, looking up at him quietly from a height.

The thin paper in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy, and it made his chest tight, and he couldn't help expressing questions deep in his throat.

——God of Wuxi, why did you give such an important secret to the person who has sinned.