I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

This time I dreamed of walking to the forest, perhaps because I had perfected the secret transmission of the first-level moths, and the moths in my skull were extremely excited, just like the joy of returning home rich and well-dressed.

Watson stepped barefoot on the craggy roots of the forest, and the soles of his feet came into contact with the thick roots wrapped in bright green. He felt more and more clearly the desire that was about to stir in his heart, as if a whisper sounded from within his skull, ordering him to He took off the underwear that came with his dream and ran bare-chested through the forest.

With his increasingly keen sense of smell, he began to feel the smell of the forest that he could not experience before. It was a smell that had been passed down from ancient times to this day. It was actually the same as the original hunting memory in the hallucination of Blade Secrets!

The breeze in the forest seemed to make him fly up. He suddenly stepped onto the thick flesh-red roots like door arches. The roots, which were harder than steel, suddenly became soft and elastic, pushing out gentle force on the soles of his feet, assisting his bronzed body. Leap into the towering trees.

Those sharp iron-colored branches took the initiative to avoid them, just like a kind adult giving way to a naughty child, not letting the sharp points hurt him at all.

The sound of swaying thick roots startled the alien moles hiding among the dense mosses. Their bodies were covered with dark green moss-like scales, and the tip of their noses had wildly dancing tentacles that looked like distorted starlight. Their front paws were broad and well-developed. Like sharp blades, the slender hind limbs spread out from the soles of the feet, which are curved like tentacles.

The alien mole was frightened and sprang out from the moss, scurrying around and burrowing into secret burrows under the tree roots.

Moths with stripes all over their bodies flew in, walked side by side with Watson, and danced around him, as if they were playing with their companions. The moth inside the skull also flapped its wings happily, echoing with the woodland moth, seeming to be chattering endlessly. Discussing interesting experiences from this world.

Pu Leng Pu Leng Pu Pu Leng: "Listen to me, the waking world is really fun. Those mortals will change clothes every once in a while, but they are neither to keep out the cold nor to protect themselves. They are actually to change their clothes. Attracting the opposite sex! Hahaha, what a strange race!”

Pu Leng: "Really? Really?!"

Pu Leng Leng Pu Leng Pu Leng: "And now the mortals in the waking world have actually invented weapons that can harm the All-seeing One! Last night I witnessed with my own eyes a Blade-wise One who was beaten to half death by mortals and carried away like prey. "

Pu Leng: "Really? Really?!"

Pu Leng Leng Leng Pu: "Also...those lampmen have established forces in the waking world to arrest other secret communicators, and have also developed the technology to temporarily store Wuren lights in mortal stones. That stone The lighting inside...although it’s a bit not fresh, at least it tastes good.”

Pu Leng: "Really? Really?!"

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The above conversations were naturally just Watson's daydreams, but it was difficult for him to tell whether they were his own sudden whims or whether they were the truth that was influenced by the moth in his skull.

He seemed to be running aimlessly, just releasing the suppressed wildness in his heart, but there was something guiding him in the direction, maybe it was a moth in his skull, or maybe it was a moth in the woodland. The right jump finally reached the destination.

The dark woodland opened up again, and Watson seemed to have reached the end of the woodland. The spotted woodland moths stayed still, and the ancient tree trunks stopped moving, as if they were lined up as soldiers waiting in line.

In front of him stood a huge jagged rock that looked as tall as a mountain peak. It had a weird shape and looked like a Titan from an epic legend. He walked here with extremely serious injuries. He could no longer bear it and fell to his knees with a bang. After being washed and corroded by the sands of time, it gradually petrified into what it is today.

The peaks of the rugged boulders protrude like the towering spiers of a Gothic cathedral. The front of the strange stone is carved with a swirling round pupil-shaped symbol. The surface of the stone is covered with lichen and moss rendered in dark ink, as well as rough graffiti of unknown meaning that seems to be drawn by children.

Watson only felt that there seemed to be faint whispers coming from inside the rugged boulders... It was a mix of whispers like the turning of wooden wheels, the beating of flints, the waves and all kinds of strange sounds.

It contains a strong religious atmosphere, like a mass, like chanting sutras, like sacrificial singing... When Watson closes his eyes, his brain can't help but have hallucinations, as if there is something standing in front of him. It is a deep, lonely and solemn sacred temple.

The well in the forest left such a deep impression on Watson that he still retained awe and concern about the mystery in his heart. He disappeared into the shadow of the forest again and did not move forward.

Watson was lurking in the mottled shadows of the trees. He saw two strange and petite figures appearing at the edge of the forest on the other side. They roughly showed human shapes with heads and limbs, but their bodies were not made of flesh and bones. , but a slender branch and a pool of bright red liquid.

They seemed to be less than the height of an ordinary person's knees, and their little hands with green leaves were holding hands with condensed liquid as they jumped out of the forest. It reminded Watson of seeing a pair of childhood sweethearts discussing where to go for fun after school. visual sense.

This pair of children, who were suspected to be native species in the woodland, walked together to the bottom of the majestic rugged boulder. They seemed to be in awe of the towering stone, and they stood hand in hand under the stone without moving for a long time.

Just when Watson thought that the pair of woodland creatures would climb up the boulder and play happily on the sharp sword-like peak, the tree branch man suddenly moved.

It suddenly surged up, raised its right arm as bare as a needle, turned around and plunged into the head of the companion next to it, which was condensed with bright red liquid. It penetrated straight through, and then stirred even more fiercely!

The group of humanoid species that looked like a strawberry-flavored gummy candy was hit hard, and the bright red liquid that symbolized the head part splashed out. The headless limbs and body trembled violently as if they were angry or convulsing. After the sound, it suddenly shattered into a puddle of ordinary bright red liquid and fell to the ground.

Watson saw the branch-like humanoid creature trembling slightly, as if conveying some kind of light emotion, and he seemed to hear the other party snickering softly.

The branch creature bent down and dipped its left arm, which was the only one with green leaves, into the liquid from the remains of its friend. It was like waving a paint brush to scribble on the rugged boulders.

It uses bright red paint to paint a small tree with a slender trunk and lush branches and leaves, which seems to express its desire for its own future?

It's just that Watson looked at the tree crown that seemed to be missing the upper part. Judging from his poor art appreciation ability, he always felt that what the other party drew seemed to be a goblet? A goblet filled with wine or blood!

The tree branch creature used all the time to draw this graffiti on the body of its friend. It jumped up and down with satisfaction. It seemed that it was quite satisfied with its work.

But it didn't notice that under the thick carpet of moss next to it, a strange mole that had been lurking for a long time suddenly sprang out. The mole waved its sharp claws and sliced ​​off the limbs of the branch creature, leaving only The lower body is slightly thicker, and the head is sharpened as sharp as a carving pen.

The strange-shaped mole looked around several times to make sure that no other creatures were present, then it held the trunk of the creature on the branch and quietly sneaked close to the huge lantern-like fruit hanging on the side of the rugged boulder. It raised its head and carved some scratches .

Watson, who sneaked nearby quietly at the same time, used the moth's vision to witness the traces carved by the other party. It seemed to be some kind of obscure symbol that was very similar to the secret scriptures, but it did not seem to contain power, but it made Woson Sen felt very familiar, as if he had seen similar scriptures somewhere... But this was obviously neither a moth nor a cup nor a blade. Where had he come into contact with this other kind of secret transmission? !

As the vision poured into Watson's head, this passage decrypted it on its own without practicing the corresponding rules, giving birth to a secret that should not exist in this world——

[Abdele Khan, Dest Akber, Mohammad Singh and Jonozhan Simao intercepted the treasure of businessman Apolmat. The four hid the treasure secretly and The signature on the drawing swore: From now on, the four of them advance together and retreat together, and are not allowed to swallow the treasure alone. 】

[However, they were later imprisoned. In order to gain freedom and wealth, they told Major Sholto and Captain Morstan the secret of the treasure, hoping to bribe them to help the four escape from prison. 】

[But the greedy Sholto stole the treasure, deceived five people, and returned to Great Britain alone. 】

[Morstan came to Sholto angrily after returning home, but died of anger during the argument, so the guilty Sholto sent a treasure to Morstan's descendants every year. 】

[Jionnozan Simao finally escaped from prison after going through all kinds of hardships. He took his servant Tongge to Great Britain to secretly investigate the news about the damned Sholto, and finally he found an opportunity to steal back their treasure. He stayed Four signatures were signed to prove that the treasure had been returned to its original owner. However, during the process, Sholto's son Bartholomew was unfortunately attacked by Tong Ge and died on the spot. 】

[The beautiful Miss Mary Morstan has been receiving mysterious packages for six years, and recently received a strange letter with four signatures. She went to 221B Baker Street to seek help from the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. 】

Watson whispered this piece of information in his heart, and his eyebrows furrowed more and more as he read on.

"Is this the four-signature case in the original work?"

"Is this a prophecy of upcoming events?"

"But the detective Sherlock Holmes in this message is named Sherlock...is he the male detective in the original work?"

"But the great detective Sherlock Holmes I know is obviously a woman!"

Good news: I’ve delayed the release by a few days! You can still read free chapters for a few more days!

In fact, the author wants to save some money over the weekend to save the manuscript. Otherwise, with the author's current update speed, let alone perfect attendance, he won't even be able to eat fresh shit.

ps: Although I know that all the old sect leaders can definitely understand the meaning of the end of this chapter at a glance, the author still has to reveal the world view of the esoteric sect step by step to Watson and some readers who have not been exposed to the game.