Dust was flying, and large rocks and dust formed a sweeping tidal wave. Amid the loud rumblings, the whole world slowly returned to calm.
The collapse of the cliff was very large. As the cliff collapsed, a large hole appeared above the head, and the starry sky outside could be clearly seen.
A figure appeared on the edge of the cliff, staring coldly at the stone wall below. He was Dawa who caused this collapse.
Looking down, Dawa smiled ferociously, and then disappeared into the darkness.
In the dark underground, in a small funnel-shaped space, Fang Wenqiang and Zhu Xiaoyao were lying on the ground, unconscious.
At the moment of collapse, the two of them had no time to react. Compared with their previous opponents, Dawa was undoubtedly the most cunning and vicious. Dawa, who had the advantage, created various traps and brought unprecedented trouble to the two.
Fortunately, after the cliff collapsed, there was a funnel-shaped space with a small top and a large bottom below. Most of the rocks were stuck in the center, and the two of them were able to escape the disaster.
In the dark underground, time completely stood still. The ice and snow outside came out from the cracks in the rocks and turned into cold rain, dripping on the faces of the two people.
Fang Wenqiang woke up first. He found Zhu Xiaoyao lying next to him, turned over and sat up, and pinched her chin hard.
Zhu Xiaoyao immediately opened his eyes and woke up.
"Huh!" Zhu Xiaoyao breathed a long sigh of relief. She looked up at the starry sky above her head and was startled.
The starry sky in the snowy sky is heartbreakingly blue, and the natural and pure beauty is simply irresistible.
Fang Wenqiang was also shocked by this magical scene. He hugged his knees and sat up, looking at the stars side by side with Zhu Xiaoyao.
Two special forces soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles and killed many people forgot about killing and their mission, and were immersed in the beautiful starlight - the starlight shone on their bodies and on their faces, and a mysterious power calmed their souls, as if their souls were experiencing a...
A special baptism.
The corners of Zhu Xiaoyao's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile that could turn the world upside down. At this moment, she was as innocent as a child.
"Little demon, look there!" Fang Wenqiang suddenly broke the silence.
Following the direction of his finger, Zhu Xiaoyao suddenly discovered that a stone wall illuminated by starlight shone with a mysterious luster.
The two looked at each other, stood up, took out a military flashlight and shined it.
A series of shining colorful lines became clear under the illumination. As the flashlight moved, a beautiful mural appeared in front of the two people.
As we continue walking forward, there are more and more murals until they disappear on the mountain wall a hundred meters away.
The appearance of these exquisite murals in this deserted ice cave is mysterious in itself. Zhu Xiaoyao stared at the murals with wide eyes.
There are seven murals in total. Six warriors with disheveled hair and holding different weapons bow to the woman in the center.
The warrior's eye sockets are deep-set, with typical Tibetan racial characteristics, while the woman holding a gold vase in the center has a dignified appearance, like a god in the sky.
What does this picture mean?
Zhu Xiaoyao was puzzled. She sighed and said, "It would be great if Fang Ming was here."
Fang Ming is very knowledgeable, maybe he can understand the content of these murals.
Fang Wenqiang remained silent, staring at these murals seriously.
Suddenly, Fang Wenqiang's body trembled. He seemed to have discovered a new world, and his voice was filled with excitement: "Little Demon, this is most likely the remains of the Gordon people we are looking for."
According to ancient legend, the mysterious treasures of Shangri-La are guarded by a mysterious race called the Gordon tribe.
These people have been living in the inaccessible snow-capped mountains since the time of King Gesar. Their life mission is to protect the sacred treasure and wait for the person who can open it.
The legend is too vague and has been lost in history. Almost no one would believe that there would be such a pious guardian in the inaccessible snow-capped mountains.
Tonight, under the bright starlight, Fang Wenqiang and Zhu Xiaoyao accidentally discovered this secret.
"Brother Qiang, what should we do?" Zhu Xiaoyao's cheeks turned red with excitement, and she could hardly control herself.
Fang Wenqiang raised his head and looked at the well-sized hole above his head. The hole was hundreds of meters away from the ground and was difficult for birds to cross. It seemed that he had to find another way out.
"Xiaoyao, how much military rations do we still have in our backpacks?"
"Enough to last us five days."
Fang Wenqiang looked up at the smooth stone wall again and continued to ask: "We are going all out now, can we go out?"
"It should be okay." Zhu Xiaoyao nodded.
Fang Wenqiang smiled, pointed at the mural and said, "Do you think it's better for us to go out or look for treasures?"
One sentence ignited all Zhu Xiaoyao's passion. She is a woman full of challenging spirit, and it is very difficult for her to put down her curiosity.
Moving forward may not lead to a way out.
But people cannot live just for the sake of living.
If they obtain this huge wealth, the Fang family will surpass the Li family and the Chen family and become a truly wealthy tycoon that rivals other countries. At that time, the economic lifeline of the entire Huaxia Kingdom will be in the hands of the Fang family.
"Let's go, Brother Qiang, let's go find the treasure!" Zhu Xiaoyao said decisively.
Fang Wenqiang smiled knowingly, and the two of them walked along the stone wall to the end.
The stone wall at the end was bare and covered with mottled moss, which caught their attention.
Deep in the snow-capped mountains, it is extremely cold, and all the way along the mountain walls are barren mountains. How come there is all this moss?
Fang Wenqiang walked up to it and touched it with his fingers.
These moss have soft tentacles, and there is a thin layer of soil on the surface of the stone wall, which provides conditions for the growth of moss.
Fang Wenqiang's heart moved, and he took out a folded pickaxe from his military backpack.
The sharp pickaxe shone with cold light and struck the stone wall heavily.
The stone wall did not move at all, but Fang Wenqiang took two steps back due to the shock. He said incredulously: "This stone wall is so hard. It is not the weathered rock I imagined. How can these moss grow in a place like this?"
Zhu Xiaoyao also felt strange. The two of them observed carefully and found some water marks on the surface of the stone wall.
Looking upward, the top of the stone wall is a dome-shaped rock. The rock is very smooth and there are signs of water marks around it.
"Brother Qiang, I think the rock above my head is man-made."
Fang Wenqiang also felt the same way. If the rock could be cut open, there might be another world.
The dome was more than ten meters away from the bottom. Fang Wenqiang took out his flying claw and hooked out a protruding rock. With a shake of his arm, he climbed up the steep mountain wall with the rope.
The pickaxe hit the dome, sending sparks flying, but the rock remained motionless, as hard as steel.
Fang Wenqiang did not give up. He knocked around the dome, but still found nothing, so he went down to the ground again.
His physical energy was consumed very quickly, so Fang Wenqiang simply lay down on the ground to rest. His brain was running rapidly, and his eyes were like high-speed radar, scanning every place in the dome, trying to see something.
Zhu Xiaoyao walked around the cave, carefully searching every stone wall, trying to find anything out of the ordinary.
Time passed quickly, and after one day, there was still nothing.
Fang Wenqiang stopped the meaningless search operation and asked a question: Do these murals have any special meaning?
The appearance of such murals in inaccessible places is likely to be the ancestors expressing their beliefs or hinting at something.
The two focused their analysis on the mural. Six warriors holding weapons surrounded the woman in the center like stars and the moon. The woman's outfit was very strange, very much like the characters in Tibetan Buddhist portraits.
"White Tara?" Fang Wenqiang remembered.
White Tara in Tibetan Buddhism represents salvation from suffering, and the bottle she holds in her hand symbolizes the source of wisdom and compassion.
The two of them turned around at the same time, lying on the ground and looking at the dome quietly.
Doesn't the dome, which is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, look like a bottle?
Zhu Xiaoyao turned over and sat up. She exhaled and said, "It seems that this place really has a lot of mysteries."
All the cells in Zhu Xiaoyao's body trembled, and her heart was tickled by this important discovery.
Fang Wenqiang still maintained his unique calmness, practicing the Mahamudra of Tantric Buddhism, and his state of mind was as stable as an ancient well.
Zhu Xiaoyao's words were like a ray of light shining into the darkness, and Fang Wenqiang seemed to have some realization: "Xiaoyao, your guess is good. This dome is very similar to a golden vase, and there is probably a pool of water behind the dome - and it is very