The waterfall rolled its eyes at Zuo Ling, "Why don't you bring our stone back?"
Zuo Ling couldn't explain it to it, and muttered under her breath, "Let's think about it carefully, let's think about it carefully."
The waterfall grumbled and groaned in protest.
Back in the car, Waterfall buried herself in Xiao Hao's arms, turned to glare at Zuo Ling, and then snuggled back into Xiao Hao's embrace.
Zuo Ling was speechless; the little guy was complaining that she was useless.
The next day, around 3 or 4 a.m., many more people came to the mountain.
It's quite heartening to see so many people even though it's been more than five years since the apocalypse.
Xiao Hao was so excited that he got up early and insisted on going downstairs to play.
After grabbing a quick bite, the whole family of five went to see what was going on.
The area outside Rongbuk Monastery is ablaze with color as people arrive in their finest attire, displaying a dazzling array of costumes, headdresses, masks, and even depictions of birds, deer, tigers, leopards, ox-headed demons, horse-faced demons, and much more.
For example, Zuo Ling's family, who wore Han Chinese clothing, were considered outliers.
On days of exorcising evil spirits and praying for blessings, the malevolent energy is greatly reduced. When seeing the snowy night and waterfall, one is only surprised for a moment before turning one's gaze away.
One by one, livestock were carried up: sheep, cattle, horses, chickens, ducks, pigs... and rabbits!
Some are real, some are fake. The real ones are skin and bones, the fake ones are round and chubby.
The horns, conch shells, drums, cymbals, and suonas resounded together as Tibetans, some with flags or feathers stuck in their hair, sang and danced with exaggerated movements, chanting tunes that were incomprehensible to others.
Xiao Hao and the two little ones watched intently, while Pei Nansheng, though seemingly relaxed, never let his nerves relax for a moment.
Zuo Ling was looking for an opportunity; she was itching to get her hands on the 18 white energy crystals.
Wrestling and gladiator fighting took turns on stage, shouting and laughing, looking quite impressive, but in reality, it was all just for show.
Xiao Hao's lips curled up. "It's my turn," he said, kicking one of them away.
Zuo Ling yawned widely. It wasn't that the Tibetan brothers were putting on an act; they were just too thin and didn't have the strength to fight properly.
The dances featured fierce gods, skeletons, divine oxen, divine deer, Vajra, and guardian deities, among others. The costumes were dazzling, and the makeup was extravagant, making it a feast for the eyes.
As noon approached, a tall, thin, and withered old man wearing a feathered golden crown entered the stage.
He was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an extraordinary bearing. He held a scepter that was nearly two meters long, with two golden gems the size of an infant's fist set at the top of the scepter.
The sun shines brightly, and the gemstones sparkle.
Zuo Ling squinted from the glare, and when she looked closely, her eyes were blurred as if they were pressed against an incandescent light bulb, and she couldn't see anything clearly.
A sharp, buzzing pain shot through my head, my blood was churning, and I felt like tears of blood were about to well up in my eyes. Oh no!
Zuo Ling kept her eyes tightly closed. That gemstone was one she had never seen before—the number one golden energy crystal!
Holding a green energy crystal in each palm, he quickly repaired his injured eyes. For some reason, the locations of 18 white energy crystals and a golden scepter flashed through his mind.
The scepter trembled violently, as if trying to break free from the old man. The old man was astonished and gripped the scepter tightly with both hands, using all his strength to grab it.
The scepter lifted the old man off the ground, and eighteen white stones flew out of Rongbuk Monastery, spinning around the scepter.
Everyone was stunned by the strange sight before them, as if they had been frozen in place.
More stones of various colors flew out from the thousands of mani stones, wrapping the golden scepter into a stone cocoon.
The green energy crystal in Zuo Ling's palm vanished in an instant. His body felt as if it had been drained of all its energy. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his face was deathly pale, and there were traces of blood at the corners of his eyes.
She entered a very mysterious state, gritted her teeth, and two blue energy crystals appeared in her palm.
The blue energy crystal is a mid-to-high-level energy crystal; its energy is too domineering for her to absorb at her current level.
The last time I absorbed the blue energy crystal was during the attack on the Jin family; both times it was under duress.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the spectacular sight in the sky. Only Pei Nansheng noticed that something was wrong with Zuo Ling and tried to pull her away, but was pushed away by a strong force.
Just as Xiao Hao was about to speak, Pei Nansheng covered his mouth and shook his head, signaling him to be quiet.
The old man lost his grip on the scepter and fell from the sky; the believers rushed to help him up.
The scepter rose to a height of 100 meters, and the gem at the top of the scepter, like a king descending to earth, summoned its subjects to pay homage, with thousands of stones vying to offer their congratulations.
The sky was a clear, deep blue, filled with countless stars.
The old man's eyes widened, his expression a mixture of surprise, terror, and confusion. In all his decades of managing the Cham dance gatherings, this was the first time such a strange thing had happened.
The blue crystal energy washed over Zuo Ling's meridians. The energy was immense, and Zuo Ling felt very uncomfortable, but she could no longer fully control her body.
The sea of consciousness was like a dense starry sky, with stars everywhere, like bees returning to their hive, constantly surging towards the golden scepter.
His body seemed to be torn apart, one half like a vortex, constantly absorbing crystal energy, while the other half like an erupting volcano, constantly outputting crystal energy to the scepter.
Inside Rongbuk Monastery, a monk hurriedly reported:
"Abbot, there's a strange phenomenon in the sky. Just now, several stones flew out of our temple, those stones..."
Before he could finish speaking, the abbot had already rushed out.
Thousands of stones have come from mountains and seas, while the golden scepter stands proudly.
The abbot was speechless with amazement at the magnificent sight before him. For generations, the abbots have passed down the story that the 18 white stones in the temple are treasures, but no one has been able to find out where the treasures are.
An unusual natural phenomenon occurs, and the white stone appears as if summoned. What does this foreshadow?
Such scenes are playing out in many places.
Thousands of miles away, in the land of Shu.
The reclusive elder of the Ding family, who was as silent as a bell, slightly twitched his brow and began to calculate with his fingers.
Ah! Who is it that can summon all the stars to return to their nest!
His gaunt face broke into a rare smile. "Good, all the stars have returned to their nest! Good, good, good!"
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