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Chapter 102 The Golden Statue in the Desert

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    The yellow sand is piled up, turning into two sandy slopes on both sides, faintly exposed on the ground, a golden avenue paved with gold, on the avenue, simple but ancient cloud patterns, engraved on it, turning into steps, leading to  under the desert.

    On the side of the road, there are more than a dozen golden statues with their heads or half-body exposed, standing beside the road. These golden statues have various postures, some put their hands together, some put their hands on their shoulders, and some hold them high.  With both hands, head up to the sky, there is also an independent posture of a golden rooster, spreading its wings to fly.

    Qin Yang walked up to the golden road and stood there with his face sinking like water, motionless, secretly vigilant in his heart.

    This golden wind is strange, but it dissipates after a stick of incense. After dissipating, this golden road immediately manifests. More importantly, this golden road is facing him, as if he can't wait to tempt himself to enter.

    Qin Yang stood here, motionless, just watching quietly.

    As time goes by, the surrounding sand dunes move slowly, and the golden sand on the high place flows down slowly, filling the gully. As a day passes, the original waves are undulating, like the surface of the sea, ups and downs, like hills.  The desert has returned to the way it was first seen yesterday.

    Boundless as far as the eye can see, the flat river is as flat as a mirror, and the golden desert is shining with dazzling light, but inside it is dead silence, just like the desert itself, has died.

    Qin Yang has been standing on the spot, watching the golden avenue quietly, covered by golden sand again, without a trace.

    At the time of yesterday, I saw the northwest again, a ray of golden wind appeared out of thin air, and in an instant, it turned into a strong wind, rolling billions of golden sands, and turned into a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun.

    It was time for another stick of incense, the golden sand fell, and the appearance before my eyes changed to what I saw yesterday.

    Qin Yang closed his eyes and meditated, always feeling that something was wrong, very wrong.

    That ray of golden wind appeared too abruptly, but I didn't feel it at all in my heart, as if that ray of golden wind should have been there in the first place, naturally.

    And those golden statues, when I looked at them, I didn't feel anything wrong at all, but after I closed my eyes, a thought suddenly came to my mind.

    It's different.

    There has been a change.

    Open your eyes and look again, but you can't feel anything wrong, everything is natural, as it should be.

    The more so, the more Qin Yang felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a while, he took out a blank paper and took a pen to print the picture he saw in front of him on the paper.

    There are a total of eighteen statues of these golden figures, most of which do not reveal their entire body, and more than half of their bodies are covered under the golden sand.  Emerge from the sand.

    Going further inward, there is a faint golden portal at the top, among the golden sands, revealing the tip of the iceberg.

    After everything and all rubbings were finished, Qin Yang still stood where he was, without setting foot on the golden avenue.

    Another day passed, and the golden wind rose again, the golden statue and the golden road emerged again, and Qin Yang rubbed the picture he saw again with that stroke.

    Comparing it with yesterday's rubbing image, a flash of clarity flashed in Qin Yang's eyes.

    Really different.

    The position of the golden statue is different, and I didn't see the corner of the golden portal today, but there was yesterday, and I don't even remember it at all.

    On the contrary, I feel that everything here is as it should be, as it should be.

    The more he thinks about Qin Yang, the more he feels weird and unpredictable.

    Standing in front of the Golden Avenue for more than 20 days in a row, every day I rubbed everything I saw on paper.

    On this day, Qin Yang took out all the papers again, and after comparing each other, some of them overlapped. The positions of these golden statues are different every day, and there is a reincarnation on eighteen days. The position of each golden statue is different.  During these eighteen days, there was no repetition.

    However, the changing positions of these golden statues are irregular and seem to be completely random.

    Qin Yang closed his eyes, and in his mind, connected the changed positions of each golden statue in the past 18 days, and then superimposed the changes of each golden statue together.

    Slowly, an extremely complex pattern that seemed to be a mess of thread balls appeared in my mind, but it was still irregular.

    Qin Yang was not discouraged, and continued to peel off this messy ball of thread, layer by layer. At this time, he suddenly had a feeling of deja vu. These balls of thread, like countless strange Dao patterns,  Overlays jumbled together.After a while, Qin Yang's pupils shrank suddenly after stripping off the first dao pattern that looked extremely strange but could not be figured out clearly.

    There is a tinge of weirdness in this dead silence, and a tinge of emptiness in the simplicity, which is completely different from the Dao pattern seen in ordinary times.

    This is the Dao pattern, a kind of Dao pattern that is completely different from what you learn on weekdays!

    Qin Yang took out a jade slip from the storage bag, and carefully compared the stripped Dao pattern with the contents of the jade slip for a long while.

    "That's it!" Qin Yang's expression was shocked, and he finally got the clue.

    In the empty mausoleum that I entered before, there are strange scratches drawn by fingers everywhere on the stone wall. At that time, I thought it was text, but it was completely unrecognizable. I could only recognize a few words with the strongest remaining thoughts.  , Later, I also guessed that apart from those few words, the rest were the strange things that had appeared before. I wanted to use my hands to forcibly dig through the mausoleum and leave traces on the stone wall.

    At this moment, I finally understand that those traces are the Dao patterns left by the owner of the tomb. For some reason, the Dao patterns were carved on the stone wall with one hand.

    After having this understanding, looking at everything recorded in the jade slips again, it suddenly dawned on me that these are strange Dao patterns that I have never seen before.

    Comparing it with the messy balls of thread in my mind one by one, I quickly grasped the clue.

    Decompose those messy balls of thread into weird Dao patterns one by one. These Dao patterns have stiff edges and stiff lines, which seem to be straight lines that have been forcibly pieced together.

    Trying to draw an outline on the paper, the surrounding dead air immediately surged into the dao pattern, and the dead, lonely, and gloomy aura burst out from the paper, and the paper turned into a soundless  It is simply difficult for a powder to carry this dao pattern.

    After sorting out all these things, try to outline them in your heart, and then connect them to each other according to the changing method of the eighteen golden figures.

    Everything that I saw in front of me suddenly changed completely.

    The eighteen golden statues still have different postures, but all of them have changed into a completely different appearance of tragic death. The only thing that has not changed is the eighteen golden statues, which still have their eyes closed.

    The Golden Avenue has also completely changed, turning into a dense avenue paved with countless bones.

    The golden portal at the end has also turned into the skull of an unknown giant beast, with a bloody mouth, waiting for the comer to step in.

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