Madam is so cool, please step aside, President

Eight people entered the town, their incompatible outfits and exotic and handsome faces attracted everyone's attention.

The town is quite large, with many busy little streets and alleys. Besides shops, the main streets are lined with vendors setting up stalls. The stalls have no decorations, and they just place the goods on the ground for sale.

Because of the uneven terrain, the houses are stacked on top of each other, winding upward in increasing layers. It seems that there is some festival today, there are a lot of people, and there are jugglers everywhere on the streets, and all kinds of things.

No one has ever been here before, so just stroll along the way and experience the local customs.

Xiao Xin randomly picked a pancake stall. He had no idea what the pancakes were made of, but saw a particularly large, thin and soft one. He pulled it and placed it directly on a super large iron pan to fry. No oil was needed and a pancake was ready in minutes.

We all know multiple languages, so communication is not a problem at all. I bought a pancake and learned that pancakes are called laomo.

I asked around at the best inn in town and learned that today was the annual temple fair. There was a temple at the highest point in the town that was said to be particularly effective.

"Do you want to eat it?" Xiao Xin looked at the overlapping steamed buns in his hand, feeling a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should eat it.

The main thing is to witness the production process with your own eyes. It seems a bit unhygienic, but as a foodie, it is necessary to try it.

Han Yi smiled, stretched out his hand to tear off a piece of baked bun, and put it into his mouth. "Not bad."

After hearing the taster's pertinent answer, Xiao Xin tore off a small piece and ate it.

Since we are here, we might as well make the best of it and do as the Romans do. Others also tried their hand at it.

"It smells quite good," Xiao Xin commented sincerely, chewing the food slowly.

“Yes”

“Not good looking but good tasting”

"Isn't it said that it can be kept for several days? Buy some more before leaving tomorrow. It's very convenient to carry."

"Yes, it is a hundred times better than compressed biscuits."

Everyone was talking while eating, and soon they arrived at the temple. The temple was half-surrounded by a wall, and there was a large open space inside. The main building was two-story, and each floor was equivalent to two floors high. There were two bungalows on the left and right, which should be the residence of the monks.

A Buddhist bell was hung next to the main building of the temple. On the entrance steps stood an old monk with a white beard, with two young monks on each side. At this time, all the believers were standing in the open space.

With a solemn and pious look on his face, I listened to what the old monk was saying, which should be about the origin of the temple and praying for blessings. To them, the temple is particularly sacred and inviolable, and it is also a holy place to purify the soul.

As people walked into the temple, they found the temple room was colorful and the walls were covered with murals on religious themes.

The top is covered with various flags, and the things painted on the flags should be oracles. There are some Buddha statues on the shrine in the middle, and the scripture halls on the left and right sides are filled with scriptures wrapped in cloth.

The believers knelt devoutly in front of the Buddha statue, speaking some incomprehensible local language.

Xiao Xin and his companions carefully browsed the murals without saying a word, and then went up to the second floor. The inner room was similar to the first floor, except that there was an unusual stone platform on the right side.

The stone platform is made of a huge bluestone, and its surface is covered with traces of time, as if telling a long-forgotten past. In the center of the stone platform, there is a deep sword mark, surrounded by moss, adding a bit of tranquility.

This is not the point. The point is that there is a sword stuck in the middle of the stone platform, the Tai'a Sword, one of the ten famous swords.

When Xiao Xin disappeared four years ago, he already had a collection of six swords. After that, Yao Ge stole the Yuchang Sword and brought it back, and Han Yi also found the Chengying Sword. The only ones missing were the Tai'a Sword and the Chunjun Sword.

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

Everyone looked at each other without saying anything, and walked around casually, continuing to look at the murals on the wall. As more and more people gathered, Xiao Xin looked at the indigenous people next to him and asked casually.

The natives said indifferently that they didn't know where the sword came from. They only knew that the sword had been placed in the temple since his grandfather's generation.

Xiao Xin then casually asked, "What is the significance of placing this sword in the temple?"

The natives shook their heads and replied, "I don't know, but our ancestors told us not to act rashly, otherwise disaster would befall us."

Xiao Xin nodded, didn't ask any more questions, just said thank you, and left together.

We arrived at the largest inn in the town, a three-story adobe house, which really looked like the best building. It had some folk decorations and was quite lively. There were actually quite a few tourists who were self-driving tour groups participating in the desert tour.

They requested four guest rooms and ordered dinner. The eight of them walked into one of the rooms and gathered together to talk in low voices.

Yun Che stroked his chin, looking thoughtful. “Let’s not talk about the Taia Sword first. Do you think the mural is a little weird?”

Ye Junchen raised his eyebrows and said, "The murals tell a poignant love story that has been passed down through the ages, but the descriptions of the murals on the first and second floors are completely different."

"The murals on the first floor roughly say that a thousand years ago, the people of a certain land were living in poverty and full of complaints. Suddenly, a savior appeared and led the people to conquer all directions." Yan Xi briefly described the content of the murals.

Xiao Xin went on to say, "The murals on the second floor are very interesting. They tell the story of how the savior, after becoming king, did not marry or take concubines, but spent every day with his ministers and generals. In the end, the people of the tribe discovered that the king was actually a woman, so all the ministers vowed to overthrow her rule."

"The general loved the king deeply and took the pregnant king with him to escape. The two of them fled to an ancient tomb and lived a life like a fairy couple. The king, who was about to give birth to a daughter, killed the general with his own hands."

Xiao Xin paused and continued, "The king used his daughter's blood to open the secret passage in the ancient tomb and disappeared from then on."

"That's the end of it, but the last mural describes that 20 years later, the country without the king's rule fell apart again, and another savior appeared to save the people and finally became the king. The young king turned out to be a general."

Yan Ji said nonchalantly, "It can only be regarded as a story. Since it is an ancient tomb, even if people can live there, who has seen the king give birth to a daughter and kill the general, and who can leave a record of it?"

Chen Xi raised a question: "Using blood to open the ancient tomb does not mean leaving the ancient tomb, but there is a tomb within a tomb. How do you explain that the savior who appeared in the end was a young general?"

Xiao Xin smiled and said, "It's half true and half false. The local people said that they are the descendants of the great general, but after the great general's death, the country declined and its glory is no longer there."

This was told to her by a noisy believer. When she was looking at the murals, she whispered, "Does the story of the murals have a source?" The believer who was close to her immediately said that this was a true portrayal of their ancestors.

Lu Li asked again, "What does this have to do with the Tai'a Sword? The Tai'a Sword belongs to China, how could it appear in such a desolate place?"

“The Taia Sword has been here for decades, or even hundreds of years. This is not a secret place. Even though there are few tourists, is it possible that no one knows about it? And they also warned the younger generations not to move rashly.” Yun Che continued to raise questions, but there was no answer.

Xiao Xin said leisurely, "I only care about how to get the sword."

"steal"

"grab"

Six different sounds exploded at the same time.

Han Yi remained silent, thinking only about how to get the sword, and he had to get it.