The snow was falling harder and harder, and Lao Jiang and I felt like our five-flavor bottle had been knocked over.
Yin Ling'er beside her wanted to speak, but He Lanxue covered her mouth. At this moment, only solemnity was worthy of those victims!
I don’t know how long I stayed, but all the people waiting at the station dispersed.
Xiang Wanli's body suddenly moved, and then he walked towards us. Perhaps because of excessive sadness, or perhaps because his feet were frozen, he staggered slightly.
I feel that he seems to have aged a lot at this moment. The departure of his comrades, the loss of the national treasure, and the disappointment of his compatriots are all blows to him!
"Professor, my condolences!" Lao Jiang stretched out his hand, trying to persuade Xiang Wanli to take care of himself.
Xiang Wanli said with red eyes: "Dear guests, please rest assured that from the day the Free Commune was established, everyone has taken a dim view of life and death..."
Then he asked us if we had time to go have a drink nearby if it was convenient.
Xiang Wanli seemed to have a lot to say to us. Snowflakes fell on his eyebrows, turning them white.
Lao Jiang nodded heavily and agreed.
We walked into a nearby tavern, and Xiang Liruya handed us the menu and asked us to order first. He also took the initiative to recommend dishes: "The Qianlong cabbage here is very authentic, you can try it."
His expression was normal, and he did not seem to be immersed in the sadness of the death of his comrade.
But I know that all this is an illusion. The more sad he is, the more he has to restrain himself. After all, his identity does not allow him to collapse or be rude.
Xiang Wanli drank a glass of wine with us in a reserved manner, then raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.
Yin Ling'er was curious about what kind of organization the 'Free Commune' was, and even more curious about what the pattern on their white armbands represented.
Xiang Wanli wiped his glasses and then told us: "The two little brothers don't know something. The reason why the government was weak at that time was because of the incompetence of the Republic of China, but young people always cherished the aspiration to save the country. Heart! Back then, I participated in the Five-West Movement, opposed the Beiyang warlords, and took an oath with the "New Youth", but all failed because the power of young people was still too weak. "
"Later, when I was teaching, I founded the 'Free Commune'. I designed the pattern of the sword piercing the dark clouds, symbolizing the fight for justice!"
"Slowly, students who were deeply influenced by me joined in, and then my colleagues, archaeologists, historians, and even folk experts, our team grew stronger and stronger..."
At that time, it was the peak period of tomb robbing in the country. By chance, Xiang Wanli learned the news about the unearthed No. 1 Tomb in Changsha. However, the priceless bronze tripod was snatched away by foreign forces as soon as the tip of the iceberg was exposed. .
So Xiang Wanli felt that instead of shouting empty slogans, it would be better to let passionate young people do something for the nation!
Under the leadership of Xiang Wanli, the Free Commune smashed the plots of many tomb robbers. Although they were far inferior to Qilin, they were doing the same things as Qilin.
"We protected the double-ring jade from being sold to France."
"We once recovered the Jin'ou Yonggu Cup. It is now in the Peking Museum. Did you know? When everyone sees it, they are all impressed by the craftsmanship of the Chinese nation."
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But this time, he never expected that those foreigners would even get involved in Dunhuang!
At that time, Bai Bing received news from the northwest that Warner had secretly sneaked into China, carrying a large amount of weapons and equipment, and seemed to want to enter the vast desert deep in Dunhuang.
Bai Bing is one of the earliest members of the Free Commune. He was originally a colleague of Xiang Wanli. He fell deeply in love with Dunhuang during an expedition to the northwest, and has taken root there since then and has become a guardian.
"Bai Bing often sent me photos of Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Moon Spring, especially those beautiful Dunhuang murals, which fascinated him deeply! He dedicated his life there, but he still didn't keep it."
"I have a gracious invitation for you, Qilin's distinguished guests." As he spoke, Xiang Wanli suddenly stood up and bowed deeply.
How can we bear such a great gift, so we stopped him immediately!
And let him first tell us what he wants us to help with.
Xiang Wanli carefully handed over the little clay figurine with a snake head and human body: "When I was on the platform, I thought for a long time. With Warner's strength, annihilating the Free Commune would be as simple as squeezing an ant to death. ”
"If there is anyone in this world who can confront him head-on, it's only Qilin!"
"In the vast desert of Dunhuang, there are treasures left by countless ancestors. We must not let Warner's conspiracy succeed. I leave this matter to you!"
Lao Jiang looked at the clay figure handed over and hesitated. I kept giving Lao Jiang a wink. This is the territory of the Chinese. Warner's public provocation is tantamount to shitting and pissing on Qilin's neck. We can't ignore it, both emotionally and rationally!
"Professor Xiang, this matter is of great importance. I'm sorry that I can't make the decision." Lao Jiang sighed: "But don't worry, I will try my best to persuade the boss and wait for my news."
Old Jiang stretched out his hands and carefully took over the clay figurine, as if he was taking over a heavy burden!
After leaving the tavern, we headed towards the Kirin headquarters.
On the way, Yin Ling'er also scolded Warner angrily and said that the people on the train died so tragically. Is it really worth it for them to risk their lives to protect these ancient antiques buried in the soil?
He Lanxue touched her head dotingly: "You are still young now, you will understand in the future."
Returning to the familiar dark building, Lao Jiang asked us to wait where we were. He quickly got on the elevator alone and headed towards the most mysterious top floor.
I stood indoors, looking out the window at the snow falling more and more, wondering when it would stop?
I thought it would take a long time for Lao Jiang to report the situation, but I didn't expect that the elevator would open again a few minutes later. Lao Jiang walked out of the elevator with a solemn expression, and his whole body exuded a seriousness that he had never seen before.
At that moment, he said: "The boss only replied to me with one sentence, life and death for the country, go all out!"
This is what Qilin means, and it is also the mission of every member of this building.
In the critical autumn of life and death, we must protect every plant and tree of this nation and defend this nation's national treasures.
What makes me even more stunned is the speed of Kirin!
In my eyes, this little clay statue is just a monster with a bare chest and a snake head. It has an evil aura all over its body, which is comparable to that of a tiger and a man-eating monster. I don't know about the rest.
But Qilin can dig out its 'roots'.
After we handed over the small clay statue to our colleagues in the Intelligence Department, Qilin's most proud intelligence machine began to operate at full speed.
But when I saw dozens of radio stations and dozens of telegraph machines operating simultaneously, the whole room was filled with the sound of "beep", "beep" and "beep", which was like thunder hitting my ears.
"The informant from the north sent word that he had seen this thing in a temple. It is one of the Buddhist protector gods."
"Keep following!"
"Informants from the northwest have received news that the clay figurine is made of black clay from Gansu."
"Keep following!"
On the originally peaceful first floor, intelligence officers were passing papers back and forth one by one. The scene was so majestic that it reminded me of a scene of a warrior going out to war. It's like there are rows of vanguard soldiers rushing to rush into the battlefield. They are high-spirited and brave, but they are serving a hidden front where the smoke of gunpowder can't be seen.
The sound of telegraphs in their ears is their weapon!
I looked at all this in stunned silence, feeling that all my knowledge had been overturned. How powerful Qilin really is, maybe I have only scratched the surface of the iceberg.
"What's wrong, you're just stuck here?"
Lao Jiang had a habit of reaching for a cigarette from his pocket. At this moment, Shen Xiaoyu appeared out of nowhere, gnawing at an apple and asking us about the situation at Peking Station.
Lao Jiang was too lazy to pay attention, but Shen Xiaoyu continued: "Seeing how busy Qilin is, I know it's not good!"
None of us wanted to talk nonsense with Shen Xiaoyu. Shen Xiaoyu felt bored and went for a walk with an apple in his mouth. Before leaving, he asked Lao Jiang to be nice to him in the future. Maybe he would need his help this time.
With the appearance of Shen Xiaoyu, the atmosphere became less anxious. Lao Jiang asked me to catch up on some sleep first. It would probably take some time before the intelligence department could provide the final result.
I couldn't sleep, and when I closed my eyes, I could see the blood and corpses on the train, so I went into the archives and continued to read the books to see if I could deduce the doorway to the small clay statue.
I have to say that Qilin’s intelligence capabilities are indeed very powerful!
Three hours later, they handed Lao Jiang a piece of paper. It turned out that this evil clay figurine was not a devil, but a god in Buddhism, but he had little influence, so few people in the world knew about it.
The name of the clay statue is: Mohu Luojia, which means python god in translation.
In Buddhist legends, he was originally a huge python, greedy and delicious, and would often swallow a village of people in one mouth. He was also lustful by nature and needed a young girl as a sacrifice every year, otherwise he would get angry.
Later, he was enlightened by the Buddha and had a human body, but his head still looked like a snake. Only if he continued to do good deeds and paid off all his sins would he become fully human.
This python god is one of the eight protectors of Buddha. The intelligence department speculates that there may be seven more similar clay figures, which coincides with the meaning of the eight heavenly dragons! If all eight Tianlong mechanisms are opened, a shocking treasure map may be revealed!
But what kind of mechanism is hidden on the clay figure is unknown.
They have tried their best...
