There was actually an extra serving of stinky tofu in the cafeteria at noon, but this stuff smelled bad, but it tasted quite delicious!
Lao Jiang is also a bad person. He doesn't remind others when they eat stinky tofu. After they finish eating, he laughs and asks if he knows what that dark lump of extra food is.
Others don’t know why: “Tofu, what else could it be?”
Old Jiang had to explain mischievously: "It's tofu, or the two big buckets of stinky tofu I picked out in the morning."
You must know that almost everyone laughed at him for picking shit. Now that the thing has entered his stomach, many people can't bear it, and they are picking at their throats and about to vomit.
Lao Jiang returned with great ambition, but when he came to our table with a dinner plate, He Lanxue and Yin Ling'er both left with the dinner plate in tacit understanding, and covered their noses with their other hand, which made Lao Jiang Behind him, he kept shouting: "I took a shower and rubbed it three times, and the skin almost fell off."
I shrunk my neck and planned to take the opportunity to slip away, but Lao Jiang grabbed me by the back of my collar and said, "Hey, good disciple, hello."
When he turned his head, there was a Rakshasa face that wanted to kill someone!
I didn't dare to touch my nose or face, so I could only accompany him to finish the lunch.
After eating, I hurried towards the dormitory, and Lao Jiang followed quickly, and he was completely obsessed with me.
I didn't chase him away, but I was silently thinking about how to crack the remaining two clay statues. Otherwise, Dahu and Banban should continue to accompany Lao Xia Tou until the big things at hand are finished.
Thinking of that arrogant big cat with explosive hair, I miss its furry touch.
Thinking of that murderous but wooden companion, I really want to take him to have a good meal right now.
As soon as I returned to the dormitory, Lao Jiang slammed the black knife on the table, and then threatened me to quickly uncover the secrets of Long Zhong and Yaksha.
I picked up the clay statue representing the dragons and asked Lao Jiang if he had any ideas?
"idea?"
Lao Jiang frowned and looked at the statue. He saw that it had a human body, a dragon's head, and its arms were covered with a layer of golden scales. It was like a dragon warrior wearing golden armor, stepping towards us. Waves are coming.
I reminded Lao Jiang: "Mahuraka is the incarnation of a python, and loves to swallow moonlight; Gandharva feeds on fragrance and hates the dirt of the world. So, what method do you think we can use to force this dragon to tell us the secret? ?”
Lao Jiang grabbed the clay statue and hinted me to continue talking.
I explained: "Don't forget, the legendary dragons in Tianzhu are different from the dragons in the Central Plains. Their dragons live in the water instead of flying in the sky all the time..."
Before I could finish speaking, Lao Jiang's eyes flashed with light: "Fire! Roast with fire, right?"
I nodded slightly, which saved me a lot of effort.
Lao Jiang lit several oil lamps and kept having to bake the clay statue. He was very patient at first, but after just one stick of incense, he couldn't stand it any longer. He then asked me to take over his job and gained a good reputation. Said: Respect the teacher and respect the Tao.
Haha, this lazy guy!
I reluctantly took the oil lamp and roasted the dragons' bodies. After about half an hour, I found that the golden scales on the clay statues slowly faded away under the burning of the flames, and were replaced by some strange pictures and texts. When he came out, the workers called him Daomen Laojiu.
"It's out, Sanskrit, this is Sanskrit!" Lao Jiang recognized the words above at a glance, and looked at me with a hint of admiration: "The Dragon God likes water and fears fire. Boy, you have really made great progress."
"Of course, during this period..."
I was just about to use his words to praise myself, but Lao Jiang came over with a palm, took out a pen and paper, and asked me to quickly write down the words with him.
Lao Jiang is a smart man. He first took pictures around Long Zhong with his spy camera, and then he quickly transcribed the pictures and texts with me.
At present, three statues of the West have been cracked, and the speed almost made Lao Jiang admire me.
"It seems that I, Old Jiang, am really blessed by God. After so many stupid disciples died, I finally received a decent one, which can be regarded as inheriting one-tenth of my cleverness..." Old Jiang sighed.
I chuckled: "Then why don't you, Master, tell me how to break the last clay statue?"
"The future belongs to you young people, and of course I can't rob you of your budding grace." When he said this, Lao Jiang's face turned red and his heart stopped beating, which made me really want to hit him.
I took the Yaksha statue and looked around. Lao Jiang told me not to be stunned and to break it quickly.
He thought I was putting on airs on purpose.
The problem is, I have used many methods on this clay statue, but it has not mutated at all.
To be honest, I really had a hard time this time!
Lao Jiang finally saw it and sighed: "Yaksha is indeed the most terrifying god among the eight heavenly dragons. Even Diao Ye has been thinking about it for several months and has no clue. It's really hard for you to crack it all in one day. …”
The old ginger dog finally spit out an ivory from its mouth. I held the Yaksha statue in both hands and thought about it, but I didn't know how to make it speak.
Unknowingly, the sunset was setting in the west, and the red sunset hung on a rotten branch, like a ripe persimmon.
Suddenly, a familiar voice appeared in my mind, reminding me: blood.
Blood?
I had a question mark in my mind, what does this mean.
Who made that sound? Is it Li Jinglan with three eyes in the dream?
I simply hugged the Yaksha statue, sat cross-legged on the ground, and asked Lao Jiang to tell me the story about Yaksha.
Lao Jiang started talking about the Lotus Sutra over and over again. When I first mentioned the story of Yaksha being enlightened by the Buddha in the legend of India, I finally smiled and said, "Yes, that's it. Please tell me the story from beginning to end!" Stop, don’t miss a word.”
Old Jiang nodded.
According to legend, Yaksha is one of the most terrifying monsters in India. It comes and goes without a trace. It will appear in inhabited places every night and knock on your door. If you open the door, it will stretch out its fangs. Suck your blood.
But Yasha is also a very fair ghost. He doesn't like to take advantage of others. Every time he sucks blood, he will grant you a small wish.
In this case, a deal is formed!
For example, if a tramp wishes for a beautiful wife, Yaksha will kidnap the most beautiful girl in the city to him.
For example, if a farmer wishes to make a fortune, Yaksha will steal a gold bar for him.
But people's greed is infinite. Many people make more and more wishes, and finally they are sucked into bones by Yaksha.
This story can also be regarded as a warning, telling us: all transactions in the world are equal, and there is no such thing as pie in the sky.
"So, can I make a deal with Yaksha?" I looked at Lao Jiang in a leisurely manner. Lao Jiang frowned and his outstretched finger stopped in the air: "You mean?"
I nodded and asked Lao Jiang to find a way to get me a basin of blood.
Lao Jiang was startled and asked me what kind of blood I wanted.
"Human blood?"
I shook my head: "No, any blood will do."
Old Jiang stood up in a hurry, and before leaving, he glanced at the Yaksha statue.
When Lao Jiang returned, it was completely dark.
He was carrying a large copper basin, which was filled with blood plasma and gave off a pungent smell.
"Is this enough? The cafeteria has drained the blood of chickens, ducks and fish that everyone will eat in the next few days. If it doesn't work, I will think of a way."
Lao Jiang put the copper basin on the table with a bang.
I ignored it. There seemed to be a voice in my mind reminding me: Feed it blood, feed it blood quickly!
By some strange coincidence, I put the Yaksha statue into the basin.
The next second, an incredible scene appeared!
The clay statue seemed to be an awakened monster. The long whale was swallowing the plasma like water, and the blood level in the copper basin was also dropping little by little.
"Dear me, is this thing alive?" Not to mention me, even the well-informed old Jiang was stunned.
The clay statue was only the size of a fist, but it sucked up a large basin full of blood in just a few moments.
After there was no more drop of blood in the basin, the skin on Yasha's body turned blood red, and there were still two drops of blood hanging from the fangs at the corners of his mouth, making him look extremely ferocious.
But is that all?
It didn't seem to show any expression at all, and it still stood there quietly.
Lao Jiang looked at me and then at the statue: "What's going on? Why is he staring at you so hard?"
Only then did I realize that Yasha's two eyes were staring at me as if they were alive, and my scalp was numb. I subconsciously moved to the left, and its eyes turned to the left.
I jumped to the right again, and its eyes were still locked on me.
It recognized me!
Suddenly, as if out of control, I whipped out the black knife that Lao Jiang had placed on the table, stabbed my finger open, squeezed out a drop of blood, and fell on Yasha's head.
The drop of blood quickly moistened it.
"Get away!" At the same time, Lao Jiang grabbed the back of my neck and quickly pulled me away two or three meters away.
It turned out that the silent song "Yaksha" actually absorbed my blood and then sprayed out a blood arrow crazily from its mouth. The blood arrow first hit the wall. The scene was spectacular, and the first arrow hit the white wall of my dormitory. It sprayed into a curtain of blood.
There was a crisp sound as the blood spurted out, and a copper piece the size of a thumb was mixed in the blood on the floor.
I picked it up curiously: "Hey, what is this?"
The copper piece is a bit like an ancient copper coin, but it is smaller than the copper coin. It is round in shape and has no square hole in the middle, which is very strange.
Lao Jiang snatched the copper piece away. After a moment, his surprise turned to joy: "Little bastard, didn't you notice?"
"What did you find?" I tilted my head curiously.
Lao Jiang replied: "This copper piece has been carved with many words and patterns using a superb technique. This seems to be the long-lost micro-carving technology of the Tocharian Kingdom in the Western Region..."
Then he put the copper piece down, asked me to wait for a moment, and rushed out of the door.
When he came back, he had a magnifying glass in his hand.
Under the illumination of the magnifying glass, I clearly saw another broken map of the ancient Silk Road, with scattered words on it.
Lao Jiang couldn't help but slap his palm on the table, his joy was beyond words: "Everything is ready."
He turned to look at me again and added: "Li Jinglan, you have made a great contribution this time!"
