I didn't know how to comfort Yueyue, so I could only lean against the car window and sway as the train moved.
Yin Ling'er also became less talkative, holding the big bamboo basket and singing Miao children's songs in a low voice, as if she was remembering Lulu's sacrifice, and seemed to be comforting the other insects in the bamboo basket.
Lao Qian lit a very strange incense in the carriage. This incense was different from the poisonous incense of Granny Lin. It seemed to have a strong sleep-aiding effect. It made me feel that my wounds were not so painful. The energy and spirit are also recovering rapidly.
Later, I learned from Lao Jiang’s mouth that this incense was actually prepared by Lao Qian using dozens of precious medicinal materials.
Usually he won't even let others take a whiff, which shows how much he loves me and my companion!
In this regard, Lao Jiang said this: "For a miser like this, where his money is, you can see where his heart is."
Late one night, the train finally arrived in Yanjing!
Since we were carrying national treasures like colorful glazed relics with us, we were unable to send them to Professor Wan Li. When we were leaving, I took a deep look at Yueyue. I wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.
I only know that when they parted, Yueyue did not follow the Free Commune, but disappeared in another direction with Luotuo and others.
At that time, I didn’t have time to think too much. We were on a mission and had to leave for Qilin headquarters without stopping!
It's still the dark black west-story lone building, standing in the middle of nowhere, like a cold wordless tombstone, quietly waiting for our return.
He Lanxue accompanied Yin Ling'er to arrange for her companions, while Lao Jiang and I headed straight to the west building to die.
We didn't turn on the lights when we entered, but we could clearly see the figure sitting in the main seat!
The cold moonlight shines through the window on the Qilin leader's body, giving rise to a feeling of loneliness that is unbearable at high places.
Lao Jiang turned on the light and began to report to the other party what we had seen along the way westward.
The leader of Qilin did not turn around, but the stenographer hidden in the dark recorded the various dangers we encountered with "shua", "shua" and "shua".
Lao Jiangzi and I described every monster and mechanism we encountered in detail. If there are no accidents, these will be recorded in S-class files and stored in the archives forever.
After learning that two members had died, the Qilin leader finally turned around in his wheelchair and let out a low sigh.
"Two more..."
Maybe this is the sadness of being a superior person. Even if you have anticipated the loss, you still feel sad.
Lao Jiang finished the report expressionlessly.
When he heard the cunning of Warner, the greatness of Monk Le, and the tragedy of Wang Chengfeng, the leader of Qilin fell into silence for a long time.
Finally, he looked at the box in our hands and whispered: "At least, it's back!"
I carefully opened the treasure box containing the colorful glazed relic. The moment I verified my true identity, the dark conference room was suddenly lit up by the colorful halo of the relic.
The brilliance of the seven treasures complement each other and are magnificent, just like the appearance of Bodhisattvas and the worship of thousands of Buddhas.
Through the wisps of rainbow-like light, we seemed to have returned to the Western Regions, on that vast desert, watching a monk riding a skinny horse and holding a Zen staff walking slowly from the other end of the ancient Silk Road. Come.
He brought peace and he brought hope.
For a moment, I couldn't help but burst into tears!
The leader of Qilin looked at the relic in a daze, then waved his hand and asked us to put it back into the box.
He said with vicissitudes of life: "Warner is right. Our nation is not yet capable enough to protect Dunhuang. Due to the special nature of this treasure, the colorful glazed relic is temporarily kept by Qilin and cannot be avoided. "
At this time, the northwest region is still in a state of war between warlords. If this Buddha relic falls into the hands of any warlord, it will be a disaster!
"When the situation stabilizes, I will personally deliver this colorful glazed relic to the local museum. This must be what Monk Le wants to see, right?"
On the day when peace is restored, the colorful glass relics will once again illuminate this land.
In the following days, the hard-hitting Western team of me, Lao Jiang, He Lanxue, and Yin Ling'er were given a long vacation.
There was no important task at first.
Secondly, our vitality was damaged this time. Old Qian made us drink a smelly soup every day, and repeatedly warned us that we would not be allowed to work again if we had not drank it for a month!
However, his care for us was nothing more than a casual gesture. The drunkard didn't care about the wine. What the old man cared about most was his company.
He would come to the dormitory almost every three days to check on my recovery, but in reality he would lie on top of me, observing his blood flow and checking his various vital signs, which made me confused. They all doubted whether the companion was alive.
But Banban never got better. Except for being drowsy, he rarely woke up.
This makes me a little doubtful of the ability of this miracle doctor, Lao Qian.
This lasted for a full week.
Early one morning, I was still dreaming about meeting Duke Zhou. Lao Qian suddenly rushed into my dormitory, pulled me up from the bed, pointed at the ancient bamboo slips in his hand and shouted happily: "Banban, we are saved."
I asked him in a daze what was the solution?
Lao Qian touched his well-trimmed goat's beard and said, "Dig a hole and bury the body."
"What?"
When I heard this, I suddenly sat up from the bed!
At midnight!
Lao Jiang was carrying a hoe in one hand and an iron handle in the other, while I was carrying my companion on my back and sneaked out of Qilin after Lao Qian.
The suburbs of Peiping were pitch black, with almost no light except for the full moon hanging high in the sky. The cool wind blowing on my body reminded me of a sentence: On a dark and windy night, it is the time to kill people and sell goods.
"Old Qian, what on earth do you have to do in the middle of the night?" When I thought about being woken up by Lao Qian from bed early in the morning, but ended up staying up in the middle of the night, I became very angry.
Lao Qian walked slowly ahead with his hands behind his back: "Why are you so anxious? Is it possible that my majestic black sword Qilin can rob your man?"
"If you want to rob me, it's the one who robs you."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but stop and tighten my crotch.
Lao Jiang waved his hands nonchalantly: "He is joking with you? Who in Qilin doesn't know that Lao Qian is only interested in money? Let alone Da Zongzi, even if a peerless beauty strips naked in front of Lao Qian, he will only come. In a word, girl, your blood is not flowing smoothly."
It seems that this old money still has some strange past?
Soon we came to a deserted hill. Lao Qian pointed to a place where the moonlight was the brightest. It was gloomy and there was faint water vapor emerging from the ground.
"This is it..."
After saying this, Lao Qian asked Lao Jiang to dig one meter into the ground.
Lao Jiang didn't say much. He dug a big hole three times, five times and two times, and he was so tired that he was sweating profusely.
At this time, Lao Qian pointed at me: "You, throw Banbang in."
what's going on?
Is this big pit used to bury companion?
