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Chapter 220
The American River was rushing, and Wu Qing was sitting cross-legged under a cypress tree, with his eyes closed, in a state of visualization.

The advanced method of dharmakaya given by Jiejiesheng: visualization.

Visualization: Firstly, through intention and thinking, the thoughts are concentrated, and when the mind is one-pointed, that is to say, the state of concentration and contemplation is reached, and the concept in the root of the mind will appear as an image.

Contemplating all physical images, contemplating the real body of Malizhitian...

Mystery...

In fact, Wu Qing closed his eyes and easily sketched in his mind the image of the Dharma Body of Malizhitian that he saw in the Jiejie Nunnery in the Ultimate Bliss Realm.

The pitch-black body, the blazing flames, the fangs staring, the look of anger.

The difference is that in Wu Qing's mind, there is a half-empty vertical eye between the eyebrows raised in anger, but it is far from being solid.

Wu Qing had a premonition that when this vertical eye became solid, it would be the time for his dharma body to ascend to the eight-color heaven.

The legendary Molizhitian has eight arms and three heads, and each head has three eyes, but Wu Qing's own dharma body only has two arms, one head and two eyes...

"gentlemen……"

Xi Ding's voice awakened Wu Qing,

"what happened?"

"Rice." Xi Ding answered briefly, and placed the aluminum plate with gravy and mashed potatoes in front of Wu Qing, as well as an aluminum cup of chickpea soup.

"Thank you." Wu Qing smiled.

Xi Ding was flattered, "If there is not enough food, sir, there is still in the pot, I will go to work first."

"Ah."

Xi Ding turned and left, and returned to the fire with crackling flames. The fire piled up with wet wood exuded choking smoke, and several iron pots were placed on wooden frames above, gurgling the aroma of food, except for him In addition, I can see a few Chinese with obviously dull expressions.

A bamboo round hat with a pointed top, long braids, gray leggings, and straw sandals.

A few early stars were faintly visible in the sky, and the orange-red afterglow of the sun sunk halfway into the mountainside. Under the interlacing of mountain shadow and light, several Chinese laborers were building tents, and several people brought food to the bank of the American River. There are a few white ghosts who are discussing.

Wu Qing picked up the wooden spoon resting on the aluminum basin, inserted it all the way, and then stuck a chicken leg stained with mashed potatoes on the tip of the wooden spoon he pulled out. He smiled and put it in his mouth.

It was learned yesterday that there may be large crystal-rich gold deposits in the upper reaches of the American River, and the exploration team organized by the railway company set off early this morning.

Several white steam guards, a Shoshone guide, a miner named Joe, several white technicians, some tools, and a few Chinese laborers who took care of them. Wu Qing was stuffed into the Chinese laborers by Xiong Hua. Qing was neglected, and Xiong Hua asked his nephew Xiding to accompany him.

Xiding has been with Xiong Hua for several years, he can speak English, he can do translation, and he knows the inside story.

A group of people trekked along the American River, stopping and going, seeing the twilight gradually approaching, the white ghosts ordered the Chinese workers to set up tents and prepare dinner.

Most of California is still in a state of being undeveloped. Except for the railway site, the Sierra Nevada is full of mountains, water, and trees. It really does not have the characteristics of the steam era... The most noticeable thing is the white team. A brown-faced Indian guide.

Mottled beard and hair, several dark-colored age spots on the face, about 60 years old, and can move very neatly.

The exploration team is either steam guards or young and middle-aged people in their prime.But all the way across the mountains and ridges, the footsteps of the Indian old man were never left behind, and no one was asked to stop and wait for him as a guide.

There are doorways.

【Quesarcoatl-Tlaloc】

Among the Indian Shoshone, the second priest named after the god of wisdom, Quesarcoatl,

Specialization: Astrology 96%
Note: In the entire Shoshone tribe, there are only two high priests who can be prefixed with the name of the God of Wisdom, and the other is the high priest. Unfortunately, the two wisdom priests are now incompatible.

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96% Astrology Specialization!

Talented people?
Wu Qing easily hid that bit of surprise under her face, and watched with a smile as several Chinese laborers delivered food to the white team.

The white men glanced back at Wu Qing, who had eaten earlier than them, and remembered how busy the other Chinese laborers were on the way, but this short-haired Chinese worker was so leisurely, the eyes of these white men suddenly showed dissatisfaction. But he didn't say much, took the plate and started eating, muttering,

"Yellow Monkey..."

The captain of this trip was a steam guard named Philip, and he was also the deputy director of the Worker Security Department. He and the old Shoshone man Tlaloc talked in a low voice in English,

"It's not a good choice to set up camp so early. We should only be a few miles away from the Golden River Valley. If we work harder, we might be able to arrive tonight."

The old man shook his head, "Since gentlemen have asked me to be your guide, follow my way."

"Of course I know, but it's still too early to set up camp now, and the sun is only halfway down, yet we've even finished dinner, and the only thing left is to sleep...it's unreasonable."

The old man only briefly explained,

"We'd better not waste our strength tonight."

A white man next to him interrupted, with a teasing tone, "Is it your aboriginal astrology again, save your energy, will we be attacked tonight?"

"Shut up! Get out of the way, you bloody idiot." The one who scolded him was actually Captain Philip, and sparks burst out from the gaps in the iron sheet under the open double-breasted blue military uniform.

【Colorado Type Four Micro Steamer】The surging power.

Facing the steam guard, the white man didn't dare to stab, and immediately walked away embarrassingly.

"Please don't take offense." Philip asked the old man apologetically, "What is the result of your divination?"

Tlaloc was obviously used to this kind of discrimination, closed his eyes, and responded solemnly,

"Evening of rock and saltpeter—it holds invisible blades."

"Okay." Philip seemed to believe in Tlaloc's words, and immediately turned around and ordered several steam guards to raise their vigilance.

but……

Philip looked around with vigilant eyes like a coyote,

"Where's the blade?"

Suddenly Tlaloc opened his eyes and spoke,
"I'm going for a walk."

Before Philip could reply, Tlaloc went straight into the nearby woods.

Philip wanted to ask someone to stop him, but he gave up after thinking about it.

The white man who was reprimanded by Philip for teasing Tlaloc before curled his lips when he saw this, and wandered into the Chinese laborers sitting around the fire with anger, glanced at the empty cypress tree, and asked in a bad tone road,
"Where did that short hair go?"

Knowing that he was asking Wu Qing, Xi Ding replied with a frown, "Mr. went for a walk."

"Sir?" The white man couldn't believe his ears, and asked in surprise, "Is there a gentleman among your monkeys?"

Xi Ding raised his eyebrows, but the white man had already left with a laugh. A thought flashed in his mind,
"Going for a walk too? That's right, they are all uncivilized monkeys..."

And the white miner Old Joe, who was still dabbling in the water, suddenly straightened his waist, and opened his palm towards the setting sun,
A piece of gold the size of a palm and a half glistens in the sunlight, reflecting the pattern of snake heads that have not been washed away by the river...

"Ok?"

he wondered.Gold crafts?

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Five minutes ago, when Tlaloc and Philip were still talking, Wu Qing and Xi Ding, who were sitting cross-legged under the cypress tree, chatted with each other.

"What about the Indian?"

"It is said that he is a priest of the Shoshone people, but he defected from the tribe, and now he is the naturalized citizen and guide of the white ghost."

"Defection?"

"Killed dozens of members of their tribe and escaped."

"understood."

Suddenly, the back of Wu Qing's neck felt cold, he seemed to have noticed something,
"I'm going for a walk."

Xi Ding was surprised, Wu Qing had already stood up, and went straight into the woods beside him, almost the moment when the thick leaves completely covered Xi Ding's sight, a cloud of coldness flew down from the crown of the tree and entered Wu Qing's sight.

A few strands of wet hair, blood dripping from the hollow eye sockets, a cold and miserable green carved skull was making a "clicking" sound towards Wu Qing, exuding a special attraction.

【Skull】

Category: spirit body
The head of the dead, the messenger of ghosts, the charmer of camellias and lime lamps - "Sun Stone"

The spirit body controlled by the bearer of the Shoshone priest spirit [Miggistry] can confuse people's minds and lead them into the avenue of death!
Note: The Avenue of Death, the Avenue of Sacrifice, at most a year, more than [-] captives were driven by the Aztecs from the Avenue of Death to the altar of the Temple of the Sun, and their hearts were dug out!

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Wu Qing immediately thought of the deer head of the rain god in Xiong Hua's office, called... [Masatel]?
The scene in the forest became more and more distorted, and the cracking sound of the dead man's pale upper and lower jaws became softer and fainter...

Wu Qing suddenly smiled at the dead man's head, his eyes turned cold,
"Crack!"

White and blue bone fragments were scattered in a pool, and a red arc burst out like a rainbow. Only the upper half of the dead man's head screamed and fled to the depths of the west of the forest.

Without hesitation, Wu Qing put away the Chihe Saber, threw out a big silver spear, and chased after him.

When Wu Qing and the dead head disappeared into the forest at the same time, an old figure came late.

Eyes vigilant, brows furrowed, exclaimed,
"Miggistry?"

With the remaining breath, he directly revealed the origin of the skull.

It was the native guide of the exploration team, Tlaloc, the traitor priest of the Shoshone people that Xi Ding talked about. His footsteps suddenly stopped.

The old man looked up at the starry sky through the gaps in the leaves in the forest, muttering to himself,
"Tall bonfires in the folds of mountains, false stars deceiving travelers...not west, but where?"

A thick black leather scripture emerged in his hand. After opening it, there was nothing in it, but Tlaloc looked at it carefully, looking up at the starry sky from time to time, as if divining something.

The title of the book [Book of Fate], also known as the Codex of Tona Lamartel, is the book of fate of the Aztec Empire. After the destruction of the Aztec Empire, it fell into the hands of the Shoshone. In the past, Laroque was the second priest of the tribe before defecting from the tribe, and had the right to control the [Book of Fate]. After defecting, the [Book of Fate] was also taken away by him.

After a while, he closed the [Book of Fate], looked to the east, and found a dried bird's head under his wide sleeves.

The sacrificial spirit Fengshen [Echkartel].

Since ancient times, the Shoshone people have multiplied on this land, and they have the habit of turning many natural existences in nature into their own tribal gods, offering sacrifices day and night, and finally awakening their spirituality. Bless the Shoshone and give them special abilities.

Although the massacre of the tribe caused these sacrificial spirits to gradually lose their spiritual power and unable to protect the entire tribe, the remaining spiritual bearings can still exert a powerful effect, at least for personal use, it is not harmful...

There was a light blue light swirling on the air-dried bird's head, and the nameless wind rose under Tlaloc's feet, and the whole person flew towards the opposite direction of Wu Qing like a falcon...

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a quarter of an hour ago,
The goal of the exploration team's trip is in a cave in the Jinhe Valley.

Two skeletal priests in purple robes sat opposite two Shoshone men wearing feather crowns.

Because the departure time was earlier than the exploration team, the two skeleton priests arrived at the Golden River Valley earlier than the exploration team. One of the corpse priests was holding a shriveled dead head in his hand, one eye lost focus, and manipulated the The [Skull] in the distance is watching the exploration team in the forest.

"It's too hard to find this dead head, let me use it for you first."

The eyes of the two Shoshone were cold at the same time, but they were unwilling to fall out with their allies in such a matter, so they let the priest who stored the bones do it.

While manipulating and talking, the Tibetan skeleton priest said,

"On the way here, I noticed an exploration team. I didn't expect it to be getting closer and closer to us. Grab your tongue and ask their destination?... Huh!"

The corpse priest showed a playful smile,

"I seem to have seen your Shoshone traitor, Second Priest Tlaloc, in the survey team. How about it, why don't you put him first..."

"What? Tlaloc! No!"

The two Shoshone exclaimed at the same time,
"The exploration team may not be coming for us, but if you alert the traitor, it's not necessarily so. If you change someone else, didn't you say that there are yellow monkeys accompanying you? To lure one, they will never have the ability to resist !"

"Yes, yes, yes..." The priest who held the bones replied perfunctorily, turning his out-of-focus eyes, and said in surprise after a moment,

"Hey, there is one without braids, hehe, it's you, come here..."

But the relaxed expression on the face of the corpse priest has not been hung on for long...

"Fuck!!!"

Chi!
There was a sharp knife mark on the dead man's head he held in his hand, and a large puff of black smoke gushed out. The two Shoshone asked quickly,
"What happened?"

"That yellow-skinned monkey may be an oriental wizard, the skull was chopped in half by him!!!"

This Tibetan skeleton priest is quite calm,

"I'm trying to get the skull to escape..."

"What?" The two Shoshone people said hastily, ignoring the burden of the spirit of the sacrifice.

"Are you an idiot? Get rid of him in the opposite direction first. Are you trying to lure Tlaloc here?"

"Okay, okay." Priest Zangku was in a hurry, and quickly manipulated the distant skull to fly westward, and said after a while, "The oriental wizard has been lured away."

The two Shoshone breathed a sigh of relief, and one of them noticed that the torch flickered in front of him. He frowned and turned to a dark corner to ensure that no one else could hear him. Only then did the appearance of their respected high priest appear on the stone ghost's face ,

"Run away! Give all the loads in your hands to the two priests who hide the bones!"

(End of this chapter)