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Chapter 486 Avalokitesvara and Tianshan Snow Lotus
Chapter 486 Avalokitesvara and Tianshan Snow Lotus
Chen Hu was bored, so he walked around to observe the statue.
This statue is almost the same as the whole mountain, except that it has been shrunk countless times.
There is also an inscription under the statue. The words recorded on it always give Chen Hu a feeling of deja vu, but he can't understand it no matter how he looks at it.
"Do you understand, the almighty circle of fans!" Chen Hu threw the inscription to the fans, he was really overwhelmed.
"Immigrant in the Sky ~ Reward the x66 rocket: Is this the legendary heavenly book? Hurry up and rub it down, maybe you can cultivate into a fairy."
"There is no Yinyinzi~ Reward x56 Fish Ball: Tadpole script? Not like? It's weird, but some of them are quite similar, the characters of the ancient Tang Dynasty."
"Rough Noodle Ginger Soup ~ Reward x3333 Shark's Fin: Tubo is on XZ's side, this is probably Tubo language."
"The strongest foreign language boy ~ reward x8 plane: Yes! Tubo language! Wait for ancient Tang Dynasty Chinese? No, I have to find a few people to study together."
"Small Language Research Institute: My God, what did I see. Princess Wencheng is not dead!"
"Fool from Wang Dongdong's family: If she hadn't died, wouldn't she be a monster now. What the hell are you talking about upstairs? Don't be scary."
……
In the live broadcast room, you and I completely exploded with each sentence, and the inscription was naturally surrounded.
Although what they said was messy, Chen Hu still sorted out the information.
What was spread out was an ancient picture scroll.
Princess Wencheng married Tubo in the Tang Dynasty. The civilization of Tubo was backward. She lived there for 40 years, and her life was plagued by misfortune.
And in his 40 years, 31 of them stayed alone as widows. The most beautiful and youthful Shao Hua was buried in the snowy plateau of Pangbang.
As the empress dowager, Princess Wencheng was rumored to have smallpox, which was an incurable disease at that time, and then Tubo held a grand wedding for her.
actually not.
Princess Wencheng did not die. She, who was nearly seventy years old, went to the depths of the snowy field to complete such a marvelous miracle.
However, the news that she had smallpox was a fact, and she went to the depths of the snowy field just to not fight for this chance of survival.
Life comes from heaven, pray to the great god of the snow field.
Fearing that the sky would not see it, she built a huge statue.At the beginning, she was very powerful in Tubo and brought out nearly ten thousand people. When this statue was completed, there were less than 1000 people alive.
These 1000 people are the predecessor of this small indigenous tribe. After years of natural and man-made disasters, there are only more than 30 people left in the end.
The scale of nearly [-] people has become less than [-] people, which shows the cruelty of Princess Wencheng.
……
When Chen Hu looked up at the statue again, her beauty had turned into a kind of cruelty, and the beautiful illusion in his heart was instantly shattered.
That peerless and magnificent woman is just an executioner with a vicious heart.
The live broadcast room seemed to have fallen into a kind of riot. Various research institutes and researchers were all complaining and persuading Chen Hu to let him provide the coordinates.
True or false, false or true, Chen Hu naturally wouldn't believe it casually.
He doesn't need to remember the coordinates at all, and he can walk this long snowy road again with his eyes closed.
At this time, the sacrifice of the aborigines was about to begin, and the head of the yak was cut off with a knife under the order of the aboriginal patriarch.
Not a tinge of heartache, not a tinge of hesitation, not even a tinge of sublime emotion.
I don't know how the thought brainwashing of this generation has reached such a height.
The blood of the yak flowed out like a column and fell into the small groove of the crescent-shaped altar, as if there was a sound of an organ.
Suddenly, a ray of white light came from the top and shone on the crescent moon.
The sky opened, and when you looked up, you could see the golden eagle soaring above the day.
The sacrifice began.
The remaining dozen or so people knelt on the ground in a half-moon shape, muttering in their mouths a language that Chen Hu didn't understand, like chanting a mantra or singing.
After a while, a female aborigine stood up, and it was the woman Chen Huzai was able to save when the wolf disaster came.
She looked solemn, and took off all the clothes on her body, and her pores could be seen trembling in the cold wind, but her body did not flinch at all, as if walking in the heat of summer.
Her body was covered with patterns of unknown nature, and when he walked up to the altar, she began to dance lightly.
Her dance is completely different from Deng Shuang's. While full of beauty, it is permeated with a kind of weirdness.
It seems that her head and her limbs are completely unconstrained by the body, and she can drive her body at any angle.
All kinds of difficult movements come at your fingertips.
The dance lasted for a full hour, and the natives sang for a full hour.
After the dance, the woman's face was snow-white. When she calmly put on her clothes, she fainted.
After that, someone supported her against the wall, covered her with thick clothes, and then began to put bull's head, beef, wolf's head, wolf's meat, and red pine nuts on the altar.
After another round of kneeling, the body of the golden eagle suddenly appeared above the sky, bent down to grab the yak's corpse and soared into the sky.
With a cry of an eagle, it disappeared.
It seems that the ceremony is also over.
For the three snow lotus trees that Chen Hu was staring at, he approached the pool on tiptoe, when he was about to reach out his hand.
A warbling cry pierced through my ears.
He looked up, and the golden eagle returned to the sky at some point, staring at him with sharp eyes.
The indigenous patriarch ran over quickly, took Chen Hu's hand, and kept shaking his head and dancing.
Chen Hu told him in various ways that this snow lotus plant was very important to him.
This is about the lives of a dozen people in their line.
The indigenous patriarch understood, but finally shook his head.Just when Chen Hu was planning to forcibly obtain the snow lotus.
The indigenous patriarch called a young man to come over. The two exchanged for a while, and finally danced to Chen Hu again.
Chen Hu understood, what he meant was that there is another place on this mountain where snow lotus grows, and they can pick it together, but the ones here must not be moved.
At that time, not only the golden eagle will take the initiative to stop them, but even those savages will not let them go.
Since there are snow lotuses in other places, Chen Hu naturally would not choose to forcibly pick them in front of a beast staring at them.
He is definitely no match for a golden eagle, not to mention there are three snow mountain savages outside.
Three steps and one kneeling, everyone finally exited the hall slowly.
The savage closed the door again, and the beauty and antiquity inside was once again sealed.
When they came out, the place where they were staying was naturally the woman's shoulders.
And the snow lotus they said was on the woman's other shoulder.
After all, the ancients had limited manpower, and it was difficult to complete the entire statue after all.
The front of the statue and the entire head that Chen Hu saw before, and the back of the entire mountain are actually just the original mountain body.
(End of this chapter)
Chen Hu was bored, so he walked around to observe the statue.
This statue is almost the same as the whole mountain, except that it has been shrunk countless times.
There is also an inscription under the statue. The words recorded on it always give Chen Hu a feeling of deja vu, but he can't understand it no matter how he looks at it.
"Do you understand, the almighty circle of fans!" Chen Hu threw the inscription to the fans, he was really overwhelmed.
"Immigrant in the Sky ~ Reward the x66 rocket: Is this the legendary heavenly book? Hurry up and rub it down, maybe you can cultivate into a fairy."
"There is no Yinyinzi~ Reward x56 Fish Ball: Tadpole script? Not like? It's weird, but some of them are quite similar, the characters of the ancient Tang Dynasty."
"Rough Noodle Ginger Soup ~ Reward x3333 Shark's Fin: Tubo is on XZ's side, this is probably Tubo language."
"The strongest foreign language boy ~ reward x8 plane: Yes! Tubo language! Wait for ancient Tang Dynasty Chinese? No, I have to find a few people to study together."
"Small Language Research Institute: My God, what did I see. Princess Wencheng is not dead!"
"Fool from Wang Dongdong's family: If she hadn't died, wouldn't she be a monster now. What the hell are you talking about upstairs? Don't be scary."
……
In the live broadcast room, you and I completely exploded with each sentence, and the inscription was naturally surrounded.
Although what they said was messy, Chen Hu still sorted out the information.
What was spread out was an ancient picture scroll.
Princess Wencheng married Tubo in the Tang Dynasty. The civilization of Tubo was backward. She lived there for 40 years, and her life was plagued by misfortune.
And in his 40 years, 31 of them stayed alone as widows. The most beautiful and youthful Shao Hua was buried in the snowy plateau of Pangbang.
As the empress dowager, Princess Wencheng was rumored to have smallpox, which was an incurable disease at that time, and then Tubo held a grand wedding for her.
actually not.
Princess Wencheng did not die. She, who was nearly seventy years old, went to the depths of the snowy field to complete such a marvelous miracle.
However, the news that she had smallpox was a fact, and she went to the depths of the snowy field just to not fight for this chance of survival.
Life comes from heaven, pray to the great god of the snow field.
Fearing that the sky would not see it, she built a huge statue.At the beginning, she was very powerful in Tubo and brought out nearly ten thousand people. When this statue was completed, there were less than 1000 people alive.
These 1000 people are the predecessor of this small indigenous tribe. After years of natural and man-made disasters, there are only more than 30 people left in the end.
The scale of nearly [-] people has become less than [-] people, which shows the cruelty of Princess Wencheng.
……
When Chen Hu looked up at the statue again, her beauty had turned into a kind of cruelty, and the beautiful illusion in his heart was instantly shattered.
That peerless and magnificent woman is just an executioner with a vicious heart.
The live broadcast room seemed to have fallen into a kind of riot. Various research institutes and researchers were all complaining and persuading Chen Hu to let him provide the coordinates.
True or false, false or true, Chen Hu naturally wouldn't believe it casually.
He doesn't need to remember the coordinates at all, and he can walk this long snowy road again with his eyes closed.
At this time, the sacrifice of the aborigines was about to begin, and the head of the yak was cut off with a knife under the order of the aboriginal patriarch.
Not a tinge of heartache, not a tinge of hesitation, not even a tinge of sublime emotion.
I don't know how the thought brainwashing of this generation has reached such a height.
The blood of the yak flowed out like a column and fell into the small groove of the crescent-shaped altar, as if there was a sound of an organ.
Suddenly, a ray of white light came from the top and shone on the crescent moon.
The sky opened, and when you looked up, you could see the golden eagle soaring above the day.
The sacrifice began.
The remaining dozen or so people knelt on the ground in a half-moon shape, muttering in their mouths a language that Chen Hu didn't understand, like chanting a mantra or singing.
After a while, a female aborigine stood up, and it was the woman Chen Huzai was able to save when the wolf disaster came.
She looked solemn, and took off all the clothes on her body, and her pores could be seen trembling in the cold wind, but her body did not flinch at all, as if walking in the heat of summer.
Her body was covered with patterns of unknown nature, and when he walked up to the altar, she began to dance lightly.
Her dance is completely different from Deng Shuang's. While full of beauty, it is permeated with a kind of weirdness.
It seems that her head and her limbs are completely unconstrained by the body, and she can drive her body at any angle.
All kinds of difficult movements come at your fingertips.
The dance lasted for a full hour, and the natives sang for a full hour.
After the dance, the woman's face was snow-white. When she calmly put on her clothes, she fainted.
After that, someone supported her against the wall, covered her with thick clothes, and then began to put bull's head, beef, wolf's head, wolf's meat, and red pine nuts on the altar.
After another round of kneeling, the body of the golden eagle suddenly appeared above the sky, bent down to grab the yak's corpse and soared into the sky.
With a cry of an eagle, it disappeared.
It seems that the ceremony is also over.
For the three snow lotus trees that Chen Hu was staring at, he approached the pool on tiptoe, when he was about to reach out his hand.
A warbling cry pierced through my ears.
He looked up, and the golden eagle returned to the sky at some point, staring at him with sharp eyes.
The indigenous patriarch ran over quickly, took Chen Hu's hand, and kept shaking his head and dancing.
Chen Hu told him in various ways that this snow lotus plant was very important to him.
This is about the lives of a dozen people in their line.
The indigenous patriarch understood, but finally shook his head.Just when Chen Hu was planning to forcibly obtain the snow lotus.
The indigenous patriarch called a young man to come over. The two exchanged for a while, and finally danced to Chen Hu again.
Chen Hu understood, what he meant was that there is another place on this mountain where snow lotus grows, and they can pick it together, but the ones here must not be moved.
At that time, not only the golden eagle will take the initiative to stop them, but even those savages will not let them go.
Since there are snow lotuses in other places, Chen Hu naturally would not choose to forcibly pick them in front of a beast staring at them.
He is definitely no match for a golden eagle, not to mention there are three snow mountain savages outside.
Three steps and one kneeling, everyone finally exited the hall slowly.
The savage closed the door again, and the beauty and antiquity inside was once again sealed.
When they came out, the place where they were staying was naturally the woman's shoulders.
And the snow lotus they said was on the woman's other shoulder.
After all, the ancients had limited manpower, and it was difficult to complete the entire statue after all.
The front of the statue and the entire head that Chen Hu saw before, and the back of the entire mountain are actually just the original mountain body.
(End of this chapter)
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