Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Chapter 103 The Buddha Head in the Casket
Late at night, inside the pagoda.

The wick in the oil lamp has already been replaced.

The light seemed to be brighter than before, and even the illuminated area of ​​the Buddha statue was enlarged, but the shadow on the back became deeper.

The old monk was still sitting in front of the Buddha statue, his movements didn't change much, he carved the Buddha sculpture meticulously.

It's just that there is an extra wooden box next to it, which seems to be specially used to hold the finished product.

In the open space not far from the Buddha statue is a simple bonfire, and several people who put on clean clothes sit around the bonfire.

The topic still revolves around Yan Jing's discovery.

Although unable to pinpoint the location of the lair and took the other three people there, Yan Jing still tried his best to describe what he found to the rest of them, so that they could have a rough impression of He Bo's lair.

After all, it was a team task, and the joint operations of the few people outside the restaurant were considered smooth, and Yan Jing did not object to sharing information.

Not to mention that there is an expert in the team who specializes in this area.

"It is similar to the existence of Buddha statues. It is made up of gold and silver artifacts, human sacrifice skeletons and various sundries. Wait a moment."

As an expert in folklore and semiotics research, Yan Jing's discovery undoubtedly made Yu Zhen quite excited. He immediately took out a pen and paper and drew a sketch according to Yan Jing's description, presenting the shape of the Buddha statue at the bottom of the river, and turned to the former to ask,
"Is that right?"

"Yes, it's almost exactly what you drew."

Yan Jing glanced at the sketch, and was surprised that Yu Zhen could restore [-]% of his drawing ability just by describing, shrugged and said.

"That's weird."

Turning the picture over to face the other three, Yu Zhen frowned, and then said,

"Although I don't know whether the Buddhist culture of this era is similar to the present world, but one thing is certain, if it is a normal Buddha statue, it must not put on such a weird posture."

While speaking, Yu Zhen specially imitated the posture of the Buddha statue in the painting.

Even if it is not standard, the other people still feel that this posture is naturally oppressive, and as Yu Zhen sticks out his neck and turns his head from side to side, his image becomes more and more weird, like a beast looking for food
This is obviously contrary to the cultural concept of Buddhism, that is to say, the bottom of the river is probably not a Buddha statue, or it is a "Buddha statue" made by He Bo according to his own needs.

"Why would an evil spirit make its lair look like this?"

Yu Ke, who was leaning on the pillar, looked at Zhao Qianwu next to him, who was holding a gray-white spar in his hand, and was sweeping from the handle of the gun to the muzzle at the other end, as if he was checking something.

Couldn't it be that He Bo suffered from some kind of Stockholm syndrome after being suppressed by the pagoda for many years, and he had to fall asleep in the "arms" of the Buddha statue?

That would be too perverted.

There are few clues, and it is obviously impossible to draw a conclusion on this question at present, and several people fell silent at the same time.

On the contrary, Zhao Qianwu completed the test at this time, seeing that the spar in his hand did not respond, he opened his mouth and said,

"Confirm that the sniper rifle is not a transcendent item, otherwise there will be a reaction when detecting the spar, so it seems that Luo Daochang is right. Someone, and probably more than one person, came to Jingjiang Town before us, and they came here very soon. Probably decades ago."

"Obviously, the gunman failed, and his things were collected by He Bo as trophies, just like the gold and silver treasures that the townspeople enshrined.

Yu Ke took over the conversation and continued,

"That's the problem. The pagoda was in turmoil 12 years ago, and this kind of firearm is obviously older than this. I suspect that what they participated in when they came to Jingjiang Town was probably the sealing of evil spirits."

"Decades ago. As far as I know, the torch appeared in the past few months. Could there be a parallel world like ours?"

Since she participated in the torch incident, Yu Zhen had seen many strange things, but it was the first time she had encountered such a thing as a gun that was decades ago in the incident.

Zhao Ganwu glanced at Yu Zhen. He wanted to say something, but he seemed to have concerns in his heart, but he still didn't answer the words in the end. Yu Ke's eyes flickered on the other side, and finally turned to the package in Yan Jing's hand.

"This is what I found in He Bo's lair. Please help me take a look, maybe you can find some valuable items or other clues."

Since Yan Jing didn't have a clear goal, the guidance given by the lucky compass was relatively general. He didn't have time to search at the bottom of the river, so he simply moved back all the items that the pointer pointed at, and then said,

"As for the sniper rifle, since we can't discuss it, we might as well ask the monk over there, maybe he will know something about what happened decades ago."

After finishing speaking, Yan Jing took the sniper rifle from Zhao Qianwu, and turned to the monk on the other side.

When he got closer, he saw him put a Buddha sculpture into the box beside him.

Crouching halfway beside the monk, Yan Jing suddenly smelled a decaying smell, pursed her lips, and simply leaned back and sat directly on the ground.
"He Bo is dead, but during this process I discovered some unexpected situations, and I would like to ask Master to clear up my doubts."

"Donor, please speak."

"Have you seen this item? I found it in He Bo's lair. It should be a weapon used by someone decades ago."

Putting the sniper rifle in front of the monk, Yan Jing asked directly.

"I have never seen such a weird weapon. If I have seen it, I should not forget it."

"In your impression, have there been people similar to us in Jingjiang Town, not just in recent years, maybe decades ago when you sealed Xiesong, did any knights pass by to help?"

"The poor monk became a monk and entered the pagoda ten years ago. At that time, the evil spirits had been suppressed inside the pagoda. As for the things before that, the masters kept secret and never mentioned it."

When it comes to evil spirits, talking too much will only affect the spirit and will, so it's normal to choose to keep it secret.

It's just that Yan Jing was quite disappointed by the monk's questions, and was about to get up and leave, when he suddenly thought of something, and squatted down to ask again,

"There is one more thing. After He Bo died, a large amount of energy that could transform into various desires suddenly surged out of his body. That is, things like gold, silver, treasures, beauties, and servants. After that, this part The energy suddenly disappears again, what does this mean?"

Yan Jing's intuition told him that this phenomenon was definitely not a coincidence, but he really didn't study the evil spirits, and he didn't know where these energies ended up going, so he tried to ask a question.

"According to the images described by the benefactor, they are all human desires, which can also be called greed. Perhaps this is the source of He Bo's power. As for the sudden disappearance of these energies after his death, I am just a mortal, and I really can't do anything for the benefactor. answer."

The chisel and mallet in his hand paused for a while, and the old monk looked at the Buddha sculpture that had just carved his face in front of him, and threw it into the waste pile beside him.

Unable to get an answer or a clue from the monk, Yan Jing withdrew her sniper rifle, stood up and returned.

Walking near the bonfire, I accidentally learned that Zhao Qianwu had made a new discovery.

I saw that most of the things he brought up from the bottom of the river had been checked by the three of them, while Yu Ke held a palm-sized wooden box in his hand, flipping it back and forth, as if looking for the switch on it.

Different from those common wooden boxes, the surface in Yu Ke's hand is not only engraved with many inscriptions, but also traces of spells posted.

Yan Jing just wanted to ask, but saw Yu Ke lightly tapping the sides of the wooden box with both hands, pressing the grooves one after another with ease, and then the entire surface of the wooden box seemed to split into dozens of wooden squares, and began to use specific The law of fragmentation and reorganization.

Such a sight made the three of them, including Yan Jing, cast their eyes on Yu Ke at the same time.

Yan Jing may not be very familiar with the mechanism box, but he still recognizes the character style of the talisman on it, and he can tell at a glance that this thing probably came from the same group of people as the sniper rifle, decades ago of old objects.

"I have learned the solution of this kind of mechanism before. I just tried it just now. I didn't expect to be lucky and succeed once."

Xu Shi noticed the strange eyes from around, Yu Ke immediately opened his mouth to explain.

It's a pity that this reason is a bit far-fetched, let alone Yan Jing, the faces of the other two also said 'Really?I do not believe! '.

It's just that no matter how much you don't believe it, no one will question it tactfully.

Everyone present has secrets, and this time it's just a temporary cooperation, and some things have to be measured.

click~
With a crisp sound, the wooden box opened.

Several people couldn't help becoming nervous. After all, it is definitely not an ordinary object that can be preserved with spells and such sophisticated mechanisms.

However, Yu Ke, who was the first to see the contents of the wooden box, froze in place, and immediately raised his hand to take out the contents of the wooden box.

It turned out to be another Buddha statue.
No, to be precise, it should be a wooden Buddha head the size of half a palm.

It looks ordinary, not to mention that the workmanship is more exquisite than that carved by monks, other than that, there is nothing special about it.

"Why is a wooden Buddha head preserved in such a rigorous way?"

Zhao Qianwu asked the confusion that several people had in their hearts,
"Could it be that there is actually some secret hidden here?"

What followed was nothing more than a new round of tests. Several people used their own methods to try to discover the secrets hidden by the Buddha head. Yan Jing also asked the monk again for advice.

Again the result was nothing.
Neither the various extraordinary techniques used by the four nor the observation of the monks could solve the mystery.

Time is passing by trying again and again.

"We can't go on like this. We have to set off tomorrow to find the other two evil spirits. We need enough rest."

In the end, it was Zhao Qianwu who interrupted everyone's useless efforts.
"Just experienced the great battle tonight, everyone is very tired, obviously it is not suitable for further research."

This is a fact, even Yan Jing can't help feeling dizzy now, the previous battle with evil spirits caused aggravated intellectual loss, and the sequelae are gradually appearing, now it is undoubtedly the right decision to take the time to rest and restore the mental state.

Of course, rest is rest. On the premise that He Jianbing never showed up, the four of them still discussed and decided the time for their respective vigils.

The Buddha head was finally handed over to Yan Jing for safekeeping.

This was originally his trophy.

(End of this chapter)