But Liang Houzai shook his head: "It's not right. Only by understanding the past of Ye Demon can you return to the past of Ye Demon. The meaning of this sentence is very vague. Understanding her past refers to understanding what she experienced before being suppressed by Jiang Taigong. If this is the case, it means that things that can suppress her have appeared during this period. Brother Dao, don't you find something strange? Why did Jiang Taigong ask the leader of the tribe to draw four murals on the stone? These four murals seem to be the key to suppressing Ye Demon."

I tapped the armrest of the chair with my fingers, and then pondered for a moment before saying, "The four murals seem to be the four stages of Night Demon's life, recording four major events she experienced during the period from her birth to her suppression. These four murals are her past. Understanding Night Demon's past is to understand the meaning of these four murals."

Liang Houzai also nodded thoughtfully: "Well, it is possible that these four murals are the key to suppressing the Night Demon."

I shook my head: "Maybe it's not that simple. If the mural is the key to suppressing the night demon, the book just said it directly, there is no need to be so obscure."

I was talking to Liang Houzai, but Xian'er was a little impatient. She came up and patted me, yelling: "What are you two saying? Why does it sound so swaying to the ears? What should we do now? Should we go back or stay here?"

I said this is not an agreement on what to do, what should I do?

Xian'er gave me annoyed look, and I didn't know what she was thinking in her mind.

But there was one thing she did come to the point, and it was time for us to go back.

I asked Mindou if there was any other information on the book that might be useful. Mindou quickly flipped the book and said to me with certainty that there was nothing left.

I let out a long sigh and nodded: "Okay, then that's it. We should go back too. By the way, I have something I want to tell you again. Never tell anyone about the agreement ten years later."

Mindu suddenly laughed: "Oh, I know, I know. Don't worry, I will never tell others. I only know about this."

After saying that, Mindou jumped off the chair, pushed open the door and shouted outside, "Waa! Waaa!"

Following the door frame, I saw Va A running up from the bottom of the mountain. He came to Mindu, without saying anything, and just stood silently outside the door.

Mindu said to him: "Waa, please help them prepare some dry food for food on the way, and then help them get some water."

Although he couldn't see Wa'a's eyes clearly, he turned his face to me at this time. I knew he was looking at me, so I hugged him and said, "That's going to be trouble."

Waa nodded and turned around and was about to leave. Xian'er suddenly asked him loudly: "Can you help us decorate hot water? Give us another insulated container."

Waa still nodded, then quickly went down the mountain.

I asked Xian'er: "What do you want hot water?"

Xian'er glanced at me: "You big man, don't worry so much."

I found that when Xian'er spoke, Luo Fei's face turned a little red, making me confused.

To be honest, this incident really bothered me for a long time, until many years later, until the reason why Xian'er was anxious to go back was because Luo Fei's...that thing was coming soon. She had been with Luo Fei for so long, and she knew about Luo Fei every month.

Sometimes when you think about it, Xian'er is also a very considerate person in essence, but she is used to being careless, so it is difficult for you to associate her with words like "consider" and "detailed".

An hour later, Waa came back and said that the food had been placed on the horse's back and the hot water had been prepared. When he entered the house, I found a very clear horse's hoof print on his legs, and he limped when walking, so he asked him what was going on.

Waa, silent for a moment, said, "Your horse has a particularly fierce horse.

After saying that, he ignored us and went down the mountain.

After Waa left, we said goodbye to Mindu. Mindu asked us if we would come to see him normally, and I said, "Probably not."

When I heard my words, Mindu's expression became a little disappointed. I didn't dare to look at him. I simply said goodbye and took everyone down the mountain.

There is nothing I can do about answering him like this. I don’t want him to always look forward to us coming back in front of Va’a, as that would make Va’a suspicious. And what I said is the truth. If the master really plans to enter Shambhala again in ten years, I will never come back during this period, because every time I appear here, the sensitivity may be more dangerous.

A sensitivity that is often in contact with outsiders will definitely become a thorn in the toast's side.

When I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I found that Zhuoma had been staring at Waa with a very vigilant look. Waa had already covered her eyes with a hat and could not see his expression clearly.

At the same time, I also found that there were more salutes on other horses, but Zhuoma didn't.

Thinking of the horseshoe marks on Waa's thigh, I couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that he originally planned to put some salutes on Zhuoma's back. With Zhuoma's temperament, of course, he would not follow his wishes, so he started to scatter and kicked Waa. Fortunately, Zhuoma did not make any harsh feet, otherwise, Waa's left leg would have been ruined.

In addition to these salutes, there is a horse with a water bag wrapped in thick fur on its back. I have seen this water bag in Uncle Liu's pasture. It can be used to keep the heat insulated, and the insulation effect is much better than the thermos used in households. It can be filled with 60 degrees of hot water, so even in the cold winter, it can ensure that the water temperature is around 30 degrees after four or five days.

I thanked Vadao, whose face was facing me, but I still couldn't see his expression clearly.

I didn't say anything more, led by Doji and left Xiaotian Mountain.

When we walked back, pebbles and colorful small windmills appeared on the side of the road. At this time, the wind became even stronger than when we came. The windmills were rotating wildly, and some colored papers were broken and swayed violently with the wind.

Luo Fei suddenly asked me: "Youdao, you said, who is the one who puts these windmills here?"

I said: "If the people of the sensitive tribe cannot leave Xiaotian Mountain, the people who can put the windmill here will be their toast."

Luo Fei: "But why do they put so many windmills here?"

I smiled and shook my head.

I really can't explain this problem.

In fact, when we speculate why the sensitivity of previous generations has not come back, I have a strange idea. I think that the piles of pebbles that appear on the roadside may be those sensitivity graves, and the windmills on the graves are their tombstones.

The fate of these sensitivity is like a windmill. You can feel the wind and swing and sway with the sound of the wind. But no matter what, they will not float into the distance like dandelions, and no matter how hard they struggle, they will be imprisoned here forever.

The little Tianshan Mountain located in the distance now looks more like an extremely huge grave.

Just as I was thinking this in my heart, the wind suddenly became extremely fierce, and a gust of yellow dust rose from the mountain road, and it skipped past us, forcing me to cover my eyes with a scarf.

After the loess, I opened my eyes and suddenly found a kite sliding down from the pebbles. It landed on the ground and slid hard in the direction the wind was blowing.

The bells hanging on the hollow trees also shaking wildly with the wind, but the ringtone is still very crisp, implying a strange power that makes people feel peaceful.

I turned my head and looked at Xiaotianshan for the last time. At this time, Doji suddenly accelerated his pace, and we also urged the horse to run quickly, trying to keep up with Doji's speed.

On the fourth day after leaving Xiaotian Mountain, we walked out of the thick fog and came to a place with a wider vision.

Seven days later, we finally returned to the ranch.

The phone had no signal along the way. When I arrived at the ranch, I asked Liang Houzai and Liu Shangang to return the horse. Because my phone was out of power, I hurriedly asked Uncle Liu to ask for the phone and called the master.

On the phone, I told the master in detail what happened these days, and also told the master in detail about the sensitivity.

If the master's reaction was as calm as expected, he thought for a moment and said, "Wait ten years, and in ten years, you will go to him again."

I asked the master: "When will we go to Shambala? What if the people from the Burial Church discovered Shambala's existence before we went to get the mitochondria?"

The master avoided my question and just said, "You must be careful when dealing with the Night Demon. Now I really can't get anyone out to help you. In short, be careful in everything."

Although the master's answer is obscure, the meaning is very clear. We no longer have the extra energy to care about sensitivity. In ten years, we may be able to take the sensitivity down the mountain, but we may not have enough strength to enter Shambhala.

Now we have been dragged down by the burial sect.

When I finished talking to my master, it was already completely dark. After hanging up the phone, my master asked me to find Uncle Ke, asked Uncle Ke to help me divine it, and tell him the result.

At that time, Uncle Ke was finishing his meal with everyone. When I came late, the butter tea was already a little cold.

Although Mr. Ke is blind, he can always see many things that ordinary people cannot see. For example, now, he can see through what I am thinking. As soon as I sat down, he asked me: "Are you worried?"

Since Uncle Ke sat far away from me and there were many people in the tent, I didn’t know who Uncle Ke was talking to at first.

Until he said to me again, "You are righteous, are you worried?"

While stirring the tsampa mixed in butter tea, I responded: "Master said that I can't pull out anyone now and I can't help me deal with the night demon's affairs. Now I can't figure out what is going on on the other side of the stone gate, and I don't know whether to open that door."

Uncle Ke smiled, pulled out a scroll from a pocket beside the table, and threw it at me with a fierce wave of his hand.
Chapter completed!