I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 61 Becoming a Buddha and a Demon
Soon, the downward momentum finally stopped. In front of He Si was a ruined wall lying among the weeds. There were occasional raised stones on the ground. The appearance of the Buddha's body and head could still be vaguely discerned on the weathered stone base. He Si Ominous thoughts suddenly welled up in my heart.

She caught the hint of déjà vu.

Although the scenery and paths are completely different, the feeling along the way, the weirdness flowing in the desolation and quietness, and the deserted and dilapidated temple at the end that can no longer be seen as original are too similar.

Just like the path she took when she first got involved in this wonderful world and took the little monkey to find his hometown.

But this time, the person who brought her here was Qin Jian.

"What's wrong?" Qin Jian's voice came at the right moment, interrupting He Si's thoughts.

Yes, the person who brought her here was Qin Jian. Qin Jian had saved her from fire and water several times. What was she doubting?He Si lowered her eyes to hide her uneasiness and said, "The road is not easy."

"So I waited all the way."

"what?"

He Si's thoughts moved and she felt uneasy. She didn't know what Qin Jian meant, but she heard him say slowly: "I heard that in such situations, girls always have to fall."

"what?"

"I didn't expect Miss He to be very steady. I waited all the way and didn't get the chance to be attentive."

"I didn't expect Lao Chaofeng to read romance novels." The anxiety dissipated, and He Si knew that Qin Jian was teasing him again, so she fought back for the first time.

Qin Jian smiled softly when he heard this, bent down slightly, and put his head in front of her leisurely. He put one hand behind his back and pointed to his nose with the other and asked, "Am I very old now?"

"You are not old." He Si lowered her head guiltily, not daring to look at the enlarged handsome face.

"I'm not old at heart, and I still read romance novels."

"Why...are you still holding a grudge?" He Si complained in a low voice.

"Ha." Qin Jian smiled even more happily, and gently rubbed He Si's hair. He Si felt her heart soften, and suddenly heard the man say in her ear: "Ah Si, I woke up here."

"what?"

"Over there." Qin Jian didn't elaborate. He just raised his hand and pointed not far away.

Only then did He Si realize that she was already in a valley, surrounded by straight and steep stone walls, towering trees, intertwined moss and ferns, building a green barrier to isolate the hustle and bustle of the outside world.Where Qin Jian pointed with his finger, there was a cliff. On the towering rock, besides moss and lichen, there seemed to be something carved on it.

"When I first woke up, the erosion was not so severe." Qin Jian sighed softly and drifted away with the wind. He didn't know whether he was talking about the stone wall or himself.

"Little monkey, go." He Si opened her palms, as if in front of the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statue on Dazu Baoding Mountain. The little monkey moved forward slowly, and the swaying light gradually became louder and filled the entire valley. He Si saw the scene thousands of years ago. of magnificent Buddhist monuments.

Everything is silent, the cool breeze is blowing, the green fragrance of the grass is fragrant, a ray of skylight slants in from the intertwined red leaves, countless dust particles dance, turning into a solemn and compassionate Maitreya statue on the giant stone wall, He Si and Qin Jian stand side by side , in front of the grotto statues where manpower and nature complement each other, they are as small as two motes of dust, but they are also an independent and indispensable part of the world.

He Si felt that this moment was stolen.

But He Si didn't want to return the stolen things.

I don’t know how long it took, but a fallen leaf fell from the top of the cliff, cutting through the warm orange light in the valley, spinning and breaking in the wind, and fell into the dead leaves.Just like old memories that have been destroyed by time, they disappear silently in the long river of time.

The illusion also disappeared suddenly.

"Did you wake up here?" He Si broke the silence that surrounded everything.

"Correct."

Qin Jian nodded, thinking she was going to ask for details, but he heard her say: "That's Maitreya Buddha."

Qin Jian turned his head and looked at He Si in confusion.

"As far as I know, Maitreya Buddha is also called the Future Buddha," He Si met Qin Jian's gaze. "Since you wake up here, it may also be a metaphor for letting go of the past and facing the future."

As soon as He Si finished speaking, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and the disappeared illusion reappeared. The huge Maitreya Buddha was carved along the mountain. The sitting Buddha's body was as high as the cliff. His body leaned forward. In addition to compassion, there was also an invisible feeling. Feeling of oppression.

"Little monkey?" He Si initially thought it was the little monkey causing trouble, but she immediately noticed the dim light hovering over her left shoulder. The light flickered, and she was obviously extremely uneasy.

"Qin Jian?" She looked to her side again, and the figure who was next to her just now disappeared.

Oops, the memory of the ruined temple came back to her mind again. She didn't have time to think about what role Qin Jian played in this matter. The sharp silk thread had already appeared on her fingertips.

The feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger, and He Si realized that the mountain walls on all sides were approaching her, and the Buddha statue had long lost its previous kind eyes and was staring straight at her, with the corners of its mouth slowly drawing an upward arc.

Don't panic, He Si comforted herself while thinking about countermeasures in the increasingly narrow and cramped space.The other party was obviously not prepared to give her room to think. The stone hand that the Buddha statue was originally supporting on her knees moved and slowly stretched out toward her.

He Si knew that she couldn't sit still and wait for death, so she turned around and ran away. Even in this life-or-death situation, her mind was still full of Qin Jian's words - I heard that in such situations, girls always have to fall.

Before the words could be finished in her mind, He Si slipped and fell down among the grass and gravel.There was dirt on her face, stinging pain in her elbows, and bleeding marks on her knees, but these were not the most important things. The most important thing was that the stone hand dozens of times bigger than her had come behind her and grabbed her. Lived her.

He Si pretended to struggle for a few times, then stopped wasting her energy and was brought to the Buddha's head by huge stone hands.

The Buddha head seemed to be looking at her, but the eyes without pupils were hollow and cold.However, the red color between the eyebrows is particularly eye-catching. It looks like a third eye or a monitor, with a metallic luster reflecting off it.

He Si squinted her eyes, and when she was about to take a closer look, she saw a red light emitting from the third eye, just like the X-ray light she had seen at the cultural relic restoration site before.It is as if she is a cultural relic waiting to be scanned and archived, and the Buddha statue is the craftsman who restores her.

"Do you think I'm waiting for him to be attentive?"

As if he didn't expect that the captured prey would talk to him calmly, the colossus was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding what He Si meant, and a disdainful smile appeared on He Si's face.

"You don't think I really fell down accidentally, do you?"

There was a slowly changing surprise on Buddha's head, as if he realized that he had been fooled, but the huge body was full of pressure and it was very difficult to move.It didn't have time to respond, and saw He Si's hand split into two, and the five fingers fell one by one with a roar, and the girl jumped out of the stone, with a flash of silver light in her hand, and jumped onto the Buddha's head.

The huge Buddha's head was raised upwards, and naturally it could not see the girl's body standing above it. It raised its hand to chase the girl, but the stone hand was so heavy that it could not even lift it above its head. It was all in vain. "I'm sorry. If it weren't for dead ends on all sides, I wouldn't have to let you climb up the slope." He Si said, clapped her hands and ran towards the top of the mountain. When she was almost at the top, she saw a familiar figure standing against the wind.

"A Si."

"Qin Jian?" He Si stopped and called tentatively.

"Yes." The figure answered casually and calmly.

A feeling of oppression deeper than that of the stone Buddha came over her, as if she was being stared at by a wild beast. He Si couldn't help but take a step back and asked, "Who are you?"

"You know in your heart that I am Qin Jian, and Qin Jian is me."

"Nonsense!" He Si took a few steps back and was almost standing on the edge of the cliff. She could only arch her body like a cat fighting, "What do you want to do?"

"I'll take you to see the stone Buddha." The man rolled up his sleeves and took some time to relax. He pressed forward step by step, determined to win. Seeing He Si's movements, there was a trace of bloodthirsty interest in his eyes, "You have to fight with me." Really? You should know that the fluorescence or silk in your hands is no match for me."

Despair arose in He Si's heart and she had no way out. She stalled for time with questions: "What do you want?"

"Go back to the stone Buddha obediently."

"He only has one hand left." He Si's reminder contained a threat.

There was a hint of evil in the man's eyes, and there was still a smile on his lips, but the threat in his words was even stronger, "Miss He wants to go back with a few hands."

She suddenly thought of Qin Jian again. He was like this when he asked her for a little monkey that day, forcing her to the edge of the cliff, but it seemed different.He Si's mind became clearer and clearer. At that time, she was not familiar with Qin Jian. At most, she only felt that he was cold and evil, which made people awe without reason. Later, they fought together several times and saw his power, but they never learned from him. Feel this viciousness.

"You are not Qin Jian," He Si smiled, her hair flying in the wind, "This is my dream. You may not know that besides Qin Jian, I have made several friends recently, and one of them told me , in the dream, I am the creator.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the silk in He Si's hand shot out, penetrated the figure in front of him, and made a tinkling sound for a moment.Only then did He Si realize that the person in front of her had turned into a mirror, with pieces cracking, reflecting the broken image of the mountains and fields.She took two steps forward to take a closer look. When she lowered her head, her eyes met her own in the mirror.He Si looked surprised, but the man seemed to be trapped in the mirror, banging on the glass desperately. When he saw her, he suddenly opened his mouth wide and started calling for help.

"Ah!" He Si also screamed silently.

"Ah Si, Ah Si!"

He Si was startled, rubbed her face vigorously, and opened her eyes.

"I'm asleep?"

"Have you had a nightmare?"

The two spoke at the same time and replied at the same time: "Yes."

A bird flew across the mountains, making a clear chirping sound.

He Si didn't want to speak, her knees and elbows were stinging, and she couldn't get out of her dream for a while.

She originally thought she could tell the difference between the vicious and vicious Qin Jian in the dream and the seemingly innocent Qin Jian outside the dream. However, she fell into confusion again because of the broken mirror at the end. Why is it the mirror that the person in front of her relies on the most? mirror?
That man intercepted me at the top of the mountain, but did not hurt me. As long as I returned to that weird Buddha head, returned to the place where the red aurora emitted, and scanned me like those cultural relics, what did he want to get from me?
This is the place where Qin Jian brought her, but the scenery along the way and the process of finding the way always gave her a sense of déjà vu, just like the trap she fell into when she first took the little monkey to find her hometown.In other words, the person who designed that illusion also knew about Qin Jian's past, knew where he woke up, and even expected that Qin Jian would take her to review the cliff stone carving. In addition to Qin Jian himself, there were also people who were so calculating. who?

and……

The little monkey told her that the person who woke him up had a similar aura to Qin Jian.Although Zhou Qian couldn't remember the appearance of the person who gave her the plain gauze jacket, she could remember the faint scent of sandalwood that inexplicably overlapped with the smell of Qin Jian. Is all this really just a coincidence?

After a moment of silence, Qin Jian spoke first: "Once the nightmare is spoken, I won't be afraid anymore."

"Liar," He Si suppressed her doubts temporarily and chuckled, "If you don't talk about your dreams for three years, the gods and ghosts won't dare to touch you."

Qin Jian also laughed softly, obviously a little embarrassed by his coaxing child-like attitude, and asked: "You know better, who told you?"

"grandmother."

He Si said, thinking of her grandmother again.When she was a child, every year on her birthday, her grandma would lie to herself and tell her her wishes, telling her that in this way the wishes would be heard by the immortals in heaven and come down to earth to help her realize her wishes.So after her birthday, when she finds the doll, glass slipper or magic house she made a wish for in the house, she always thinks that she is the one favored by God.

When she grew up, she realized that wishes cannot be spoken out. The more precious the wish, the more it should be hidden in the heart.And by the time she understood all this, the person who would help her realize her wish had already left, and it was meaningless whether she said it or not.

She had kept everything in her heart for a long time.

Qin Jian saw that she looked unhappy and wanted to ask. The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He hung up the phone without looking at it and said tentatively: "Is it just an ordinary nightmare?"

no.But He Si didn't know how to say it, or maybe it was just an ordinary dream, but someone broke in through the mirror realm and turned this dream into an extraordinary nightmare.

She was thinking about how to answer when the vibrating sound of her phone sounded in the silent valley again, making it impossible to ignore.

Qin Jian looked at the name flashing on the phone screen and reluctantly answered the phone: "Hello."

"Uncle Qin, something happened."

Fan Yu's low voice came from the other end of the phone. Could it be that the parasitic beast has eaten its master?Qin Jian subconsciously looked at the time.

It was noon, far less than the twelve hours Guan Zihe said. Did an uncontrollable mutation occur, or was it transmitted to a new host?

"Where are you? Have you found Doctor Guan?"

"It's not me, it's Zhao Shuqin."

"Zhao Shuqin? Isn't she controlled by you?"

Qin Jianzheng was confused when he heard Fan Yu reply: "She is dead. She died in the interrogation room."

"What's going on?" Qin Jian was still confused. Fan Yu and the others were merciless to their enemies, but they could never lose control and kill people in the interrogation room, and they were still suspects with unconfirmed charges.

"Both eyes were bleeding, and his back was covered with scratches. The way he died was exactly the same as Huang Haiping and Lu Zhongming," Fan Yu paused, then said slowly but surely, "It was Magu who killed someone again."

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