9 The golden sleeve wrapped around the body of the eminent monk Tengjia is still in two parts separated from the top to the bottom, tightly hugging the body. There is a pair of extended wrist guards and knee pads on each of the forearms and calves. The whole body exudes a golden light. Her eyes
It was always tightly closed, and her hair was cut short and messy on the metal pillow.
There is a square LCD screen on the top of the coffin, which continuously displays the temperature, humidity and oxygen content of the air inside the coffin.
At this moment, she is alive, but in a "vegetative" state, and her body's various metabolic functions are no different from those of a living person.
I do not have the special ability to awaken Toka. Of course, I am not interested in the reward from the Japanese Emperor at all.
The old monk in the corner of the room on the left suddenly yawned, uttered the Japanese word "no" briefly, and then huddled up in his monk's robe, seemingly falling into sleep again.
Master Shenbi frowned heavily: "What? Fourth uncle, not him? Not Mr. Feng?"
No one answered, and the four old monks seemed to have fallen asleep silently, completely ignoring Master Shenbi's words.
The disappointment on Master Shenbi's face became more obvious. He pressed his hands on the coffin lid and sighed slowly.
On Tengjia, the "resurrection sand" cast by Su Lun can no longer be seen. It must have been removed during the process of moving her body several times. I can't figure out why Long would be so interested in a bag of sand.
Is it just the religious beliefs of the mysterious sect to be careful and to entrust it to Yelan with caution?
If Japan's modern medicine cannot awaken Toka, we can only wait for a miracle to happen.
Master Shenbei stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, and led me to the small living room on the side. It seemed that I, Tengka's "savior", could still receive special treatment in Fengqiao Temple.
The small living room has a typical Western layout. There are no tatami mats and bed tables. They are replaced by Western-style sofas and coffee tables. What's more, what's hanging on the wall is no longer the traditional Japanese Ukiyo-e style meticulous paintings, but Van Gogh's "Sunflowers".
, the other is the famous "Mona Lisa's Smile".
After sitting down, a handsome young monk offered two cups of coffee and then left silently. They were wearing soft-soled cloth shoes, and the ground was covered with a thick beige carpet, which made them even more silent.
A smile gradually appeared on Master Shenbei's face: "Mr. Feng, according to Chief Watanabe, when we were in Egypt, it was you who entered the ancient well regardless of personal danger and rescued Princess Toka. Everyone in our temple feels deeply for Mr. Feng.
I dare not say thank you for your great kindness. If Mr. Feng needs our help in any way, just ask. Wait a moment, the temple has some gifts for you, please accept them."
Even when he is smiling, the murderous look in his eyebrows is still very strong, and his movements and movements unconsciously bring out the sound of tigers and tigers. It is obvious that his attainments in foreign hard skills have reached the extreme. Look at him holding a coffee cup.
His hands, fists, and fingertips are all covered with extremely thick calluses, and every movement of his hands involves a series of movements in his elbows, arms, and shoulders, which shows that his physical coordination has been perfected.
I nodded and smiled back: "Master Shenbi is too polite. It's a pity that Miss Tengjia can't be completely revived. She had a very complicated and strange experience before she fell into coma. If we can get some information from her thoughts, we will be able to
It is a major harvest for human civilization.”
I still haven't figured out how Tengjia was able to pass through more than a hundred meters of sand and soil in an underground tunnel out of thin air, pass through the solid outer wall of the pyramid, and then reach an ancient well more than a hundred meters deep under the huge gold ingot——
Of course, the Great God Tu Lihan said that it was a necessary procedure to absorb the energy from Tengjia's body, but why could her body produce inexplicable power that offset the energy in the Saturnian body?
According to the understanding of the Saturnians, Tengjia is not an Earth person in the full sense at all, just like he pointed out that my body structure is different from that of orthodox Earth people.
There are no two identical individuals on the earth, just as the philosopher said - "There are no two identical fallen leaves in autumn."
"Mr. Feng, according to the diagnosis of the most senior medical expert in Tokyo, all indicators of Princess Toka's body are completely normal, including the activity of brain cells and brain tissue. What confuses the experts most is that the conclusions obtained by scientific instruments show that,
Princess Tengjia is a completely normal person, even a normal person who is awake. In this state, she can stand up, talk, walk, and do things at any time, because the current activity level of her brain tissue can prove that she is
Living soberly..."
Master Shenbi frowned and took a lot of effort to explain this passage. The basic meaning is: Tengjia's body is normal and he is not in a vegetative state.
I smiled bitterly: "Really? Could it be that she didn't want to wake up due to personal reasons?"
This is strange. No normal person would like to lie upright in a coffin for others to pay homage to, let alone a young and beautiful woman in her youth?
I lay back on the sofa, closed my eyes and thought hard, and suddenly shouted: "Master, could it be those golden armors that are causing trouble?"
There would be no such strange decorations on the earth. They could only be the products of the Saturnians. If those things were taken down, new changes might appear.
Master Shenbi did not speak, but first let out a few dry and bitter smiles: "It's a pity..."
Suddenly, the four old monks in the big living room next door let out a scream together. The sound was like the roar of the sea, rolling over the ground, cracking rocks and piercing the clouds in an instant, almost piercing my eardrums.
I quickly dropped the cup and covered my ears with both hands, but I still felt the blood boiling in my chest and couldn't help myself. These four old monks looked ugly, and could even be said to be filthy and dirty, but this continuous
The roaring sound is no less powerful than the authentic "Buddhist lion's roar" magical skill of Shaolin Temple.
Master Shenbi suddenly changed his color, jumped up, stepped to the door, turned over the coffee table, and spilled the cups and coffee onto the floor.
"Uncle, is that person here?" As he asked, more than a dozen joints in his body made strange crackling sounds like exploding beans, and the gray monk's robe suddenly swelled several times, as if he was full.
The giant sail of the wind.
At this time, more than 300 monks outside the door also roared in unison. Although the voices were not as high-pitched and powerful as the four old monks, the roars of so many people were mixed with the mountain wind and sea breeze, vibrating and flying together, and the momentum was indeed
amazing.
For more than ten minutes, there was only a huge "buzzing" sound in my ears, and I couldn't hear any other sound at all. This posture made it seem as if the enemy of Fengqiao Temple was coming from outside and came to challenge the temple.
Seeking revenge is like seeking revenge. After entering the age of firearms, guns, and ships, the old fists, kicks, and swords of the world have disappeared, but hatred, killing, revenge, and provocation are all unique activities among people in the world, but they have been passed down from generation to generation.
, will never disappear.
A veteran of Jianghu said: Where there are people, there are Jianghu, and where there are Jianghu, there is hatred.
"Hahahaha...hahahaha...hahahaha..." A burst of increasingly high-pitched laughter sounded, as if just outside the door of the Zen room. This man's internal power was even more unfathomable. As soon as he made a sound, all the monks'
The whistling sound was suppressed, and as soon as the man's laughter stopped, he spoke clearly word by word: "Friends from Fenggeo Temple, you invited me here to learn about Zen Buddhism. Why should you pretend to be powerful and make noise in the first place?
Demonstration? If you piss me off, I’ll pluck off your dogs’ heads one by one and feed them to the dogs... Hahahaha..."
The laughter became louder and louder every time, and the paper doors and partition walls were shaken by the laughter, making waves tremble.
Master Shenbi entered the living room, and I followed closely behind.
The four old monks had already stood up, holding hands and standing next to the coffin, hunched over, their whole bodies trembling violently. They had no time to whistle, and they were just trying their best to resist the laughter of the visitor.
This kind of internal fighting is the most draining of a person's energy, energy, and spirit. The losing party often runs out of energy and dies, but Jianghu people value "integrity" most, not "life", and value "face" more than anything else.
Everything is important.
Master Shenbi strode forward, pushed out his palms with a roar, and pressed on the back of an old monk. Suddenly, the four old monks let out a sigh of relief at the same time, and slowly stood up straight, as if the pressure on their shoulders suddenly disappeared.
Reduced a lot.
"Host...Host...Host..." That was Bing Jian's anxious call. He shouted while running over quickly, and finally hit the paper door with a bang, breaking a big hole in the cherry blossom picture.
His body fell straight in and fell to the ground with a thud.
Although Bingjian's language skills in dealing with people are excellent, he is extremely lacking in actual combat experience. Running in such a panic like him can just give the person who broke into the temple the direction. I am afraid that the other party will be found all the way within the next few seconds.
here.
"What's the matter?" Master Shenbi asked slowly but majestically.
"Water... water... the tide of God has appeared again, this time it is more than two feet, and it has not reached the first level..." Bing Mian's monk's clothes were still stained with blood on the back, and the one I gave him was pierced on his head.
A white handkerchief, it looks very ridiculous. And the words are confusing and illogical.
I heard the Japanese term "God's Tide" and didn't understand what was going on for a while, but the cell phone in my pocket rang for some reason.
"Very good... you go down!" Steaming steam was already rising from Master Shenbi's head.
A gust of wind blew in from the door, and all the long snow-white hair on the heads of the four eminent monks suddenly fell down, covering the coffin silently, leaving only their naked bald heads. In the internal strength competition just now, they exhausted all their energy, but they failed
The only alternative is to end up with barely parrying, and the body will be greatly damaged, and the ability to trap hair on the body surface will be completely lost, and all the hair will fall out.
I retreated to the small living room, took out my phone and took a look, but it was Xiao Kereng's number. I couldn't help but feel annoyed: "I didn't come earlier, I didn't come late, but I arrived at this juncture!" I immediately turned off the phone and didn't dare to go out.
The sound disturbed the battle outside.
When the laughter rang out again, the direction should be in the courtyard where the pagoda stood.
When Bing saw that he had gotten up, his face turned pale, his hands and feet were trembling, and he was at a loss what to do.
Master Shenbi shouted: "Get out! You useless thing!" As he shouted, a strong whirlwind suddenly blew from his side, driving Bing Mian's body to roll outwards, snap.
He fell down in the middle of the yard and lost the ability to get up a second time.
"Even if I fight to the death... I can't... lose the... reputation of Fengge Temple..." An old monk suddenly looked up and spat out a mouthful of black-purple blood, then raised his head to the sky and sang loudly, his voice monotonous and shrill, even louder than the whistle just now.
It can cause great damage to human hearing.
The ancient Japanese songs themselves are rough and monotonous. The old monk roared at the top of his lungs, without any syllables or patterns at all, just like a wild wolf howling in the snowfields deep in the mountains.
Only then did I see a pattern embroidered on the chests of the gray robes of the four old monks. They were dragons, elephants, tigers, and lions. The old monk who had just vomited blood and sang loudly had an arrow embroidered on his chest.
The circling fire dragon, with a mouthful of blood spattered down, was dripping wet, and it stood out more and more ferociously from the background of gray clothes.
In harmony with the old monk's syllables, the other three and Master Shenbi sang loudly at the same time, forming a high-pitched singing tune like a boatman's chant, which kept flying out. The four people still formed a circle, with Master Shenbi helping from the outside.
, the five people slowly moved towards the door, apparently trying to rush out to meet the enemy.
I didn't want to get entangled in these unnecessary disputes, so I quickly walked to Tengjia's coffin and leaned over to take a closer look.
When we were in the Egyptian desert, I had a natural feeling of repulsion towards her arrogance. After all, she represented Japan's official power at that time, and with Toshio Watanabe's political background mixed in with her, it was obvious that she was not an ally on the same path as me.
.Now, after a series of strange changes on the Pyramid of Tucrack Khan, she has become a patient, and the diaphragm between countries seems to have become extremely weak, or even no longer exists.
Tengjia, who was sleeping, had a peaceful expression. There was a round mole the size of a rice grain on each eyebrow bone on both sides. The left side was red and the right side was black. They were all hidden deep in the smooth eyebrows. To be honest, her facial features were extremely beautiful.
, her skin is delicate and white, far surpassing that of several popular female stars in the Japanese entertainment industry - such a beautiful girl ended up in a vegetative state, which reminds me of the famous Chinese saying "Since ancient times, beauties have had a bad life". If
If Su Lun were present and saw my regretful expression, he would definitely be jealous again.
After her hair was cut, Tengjia's expression looked inexplicably melancholy. I would rather see her with long hair flying around - such a delicate and perfect girl like her is only suitable for long hair, just like Guan Baoling...
…
I couldn't help but wonder about my racing thoughts: "The monks in the temple have been fighting with the foreign enemies inextricably, but I am here thinking wildly! Alas, since I arrived in Hokkaido, my mind has been in a mess all day long. Should I stop what I am doing?"
Things are now quiet and peaceful..."
At this time, I pressed both hands on the sides of the coffin, and suddenly I felt that Tengjia's eyelids seemed to be trembling slightly, as if he was waking up from sleep. For a moment, my breathing became no longer smooth, and I stared intently.
Looking at her face. However, Tengjia did not magically wake up, it was just my hallucination.
After staring for a minute, my eyes began to hurt, but I didn't see anything strange about Tengjia. I could only turn my head in disappointment and look at the five people blocking the door.
The large living room was so empty. The five of them were all crowded behind the door. The walls were empty except for the coffin parked alone in the middle of the room. Looking up, the beams, purlins and rafters were in order, which was a typical Japanese all-wooden style.
The only thing that dazzled me about the structure of the house was the intersection of the beams and columns, where a golden mirror with a diameter of about twenty centimeters was embedded, facing the center of the coffin.
The Japanese flag is a red sun on a white background. Sun symbols like this can be seen everywhere, but the golden sun is relatively rare - with a whoosh, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the door, and with a long laugh, the five people crowded in the door
They took three steps back together, their bodies swaying rapidly, trying their best to fight against the strong wind.
The white mulberry paper pasted on the window lattice of the living room trembled and squeaked repeatedly, and it had been blown apart by the strong wind.
"Puff, puff, puff" sounded three times in a row, and the three old monks, the elephant, the tiger, and the lion, also vomited out blood at the same time. Although Master Shenbi did not vomit blood like them, when he squatted down and exerted his strength, the gray paved square under his feet
The brick immediately cracked into two pieces, and his feet immediately sank more than ten centimeters, until they reached his ankles.
The laughter of the people outside the door was still loud, as if repelling the combined efforts of these people was just a piece of cake for him, and he had already secured victory with one casual blow.
I believe that as the uncle of Master Shenbi, the martial arts of these four old monks are already amazing, but the combined power of five people is still losing ground. The martial arts of the man outside the door is really rare in the world. This kind of emergency situation
, I didn’t have time to think too much, I waved my palms and slapped Master Shenbi on the back.
Subconsciously, Tengjia and I have become closely related allies, because only she can read the words in the "Blue Falling Yellow Spring Sutra",