I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Sebastian looked at Uncle Nack's back in confusion. He seemed to hear the other man's shoulders shaking slightly, as if he was trying desperately to suppress his wild laughter, but he could also faintly hear the weird laughter. Voice.

He lowered his head and looked at the half-cut ax that fell to the ground. The broken section of the handle was extremely uneven. It looked like Uncle Nack had just broken it with too much force... But I didn't seem to hear that kind of collapse. The sound of breaking.

Mr. John, who was following him, also followed his gaze and looked back. He also saw Uncle Nack who was swinging open the door of the house. He heard a huge slam of the door - and then he also turned around and said with a slight smile. He asked in a confused tone: "Did something happen?"

It seemed that Mr. John didn't understand what was going on - Sebastian made this judgment in his mind for the time being, then smiled slightly, slowly shook his head and said, "It's okay, let's move on."

The house where Grandpa Leeson lives alone is in the corner of the town. The whole street is filled with deserted and abandoned houses.

The damage to the empty houses in the streets and alleys was particularly serious. The gray stone walls were cracked with hideous scars. The plants growing wildly in the courtyards were like a creeping green tide. They not only spread to the walls and climbed to the roofs, but also along the walls. Cracks penetrated into the houses, as if dark green surging waves were flooding these abandoned houses.

But some houses are particularly deserted and desolate. There is no grass growing in the courtyard, and the trees planted by the previous owners have dried up and died, like stiff and twisted corpses - maybe it is because the nutrients in the nearby land are more greedy than those of the surrounding green plants, or maybe it is because The reason why the houses on both sides are taller and block the sunlight - Sebastian's knowledge is difficult to determine the real reason.

"Mr. John, you just said that the outside world can now communicate remotely through telegraphs. With just a few clicks of a button, text messages can be sent remotely." The young man held the tool in his arms and turned around with great interest. The ground then asked: "But you also mentioned that these messages need to use the carrier of electric current and must travel on the channel of cables to spread."

"What about extremely long-distance communications? How to implement communications with the mainland? It's impossible to build a cross-sea cable, right?!"

Watson held the board in his arms and replied: "You guessed it right - the first submarine cable was laid thirty years ago. The cable crossed the English Channel, establishing modern and convenient communications between the island and the mainland."

Sebastian couldn't help but exclaimed when he heard this, and was so shocked that he murmured to himself: "Undersea cables... I really didn't expect that the outside world's technology has developed to such an advanced level..."

Watson had already learned from the chats on the way that the boy in front of him had never left this remote and backward town. He pretended to encourage him and said: "Sebastian, you are still very young. You should be here at this time." Take this opportunity to go out and see more of the world. The world is changing with each passing day, and various advanced technologies are constantly emerging... Maybe in a few years, even the dream of flying will be realized! "

"Flying..." Sebastian murmured this word and couldn't help but look up at the gray sky and the sun hidden behind the thick winter clouds. He couldn't help but think of the mythical Sun Chaser Icarus, who and his father Trapped in a maze built for a tyrant for a long time, in order to pursue unfettered freedom, the father and son used beeswax to glue feathers to make wings, fluttered out of the maze, soared high in the sky, and flew straight to the beautiful world outside the maze. go.

"I also want to fly away from the labyrinth of imprisonment and fly to a higher and broader sky! Even if I am burned by the sun like Icarus, or fall into the deep sea and be shattered to pieces!" The young man couldn't help shouting loudly and singing. Dream in your heart.

Watson looked at the excited young man and just smiled slightly. He continued to encourage or persuade: "Okay! Have ambition!!!"

Then the conversation changed and he shook his head regretfully: "Oh, but it's a pity that according to what you just said, your grandfather Mr. Michaelis didn't allow you to step outside the town at all...Icarus without feathers, How can we soar in the sky?"

Sebastian was still thinking about the beauty of the outside world with great interest, the light that was lit by the same electric current as thunder, the speeding train that kept buzzing and spewing thick smoke, the ship that could easily cross the ocean... …

However, just when he was full of longing and hope, Mr. John's words were like a huge turbid and cold wave crashing over him, knocking the boy's ideals off his feet and being swept into the deep and dark seabed, freezing his hot heart. As clear as ice.

Sigh... Sebastian couldn't help but sigh deeply, his energetic face suddenly became depressed, and even the light in his eyes seemed to be extinguished.

He just lowered his head and walked sadly to Grandpa Lisen's house.

The house of this old man who lives alone is as shabby and decayed as this street. There is not even a single weed in the yard. The land is so blackened that it looks like it has been burned by a fire, but the large mottled smoke marks on the gray stone walls prove it. This house had indeed suffered a fire. The two cherry trees in front of the house had withered and shriveled like corpses that had died of starvation, and their scorched branches were as ugly as the desperate outstretched arms of a starving corpse.

Sebastian looked at the visible crack in the roof. He held the tool in one hand and knocked gently on the door with the other.

There was immediately a hoarse sound in the room, like a throat full of phlegm.

"Cough-cough! Who is it?!"

"It's me, Grandpa Lison. When I came here to deliver firewood to you a few days ago, didn't you tell me that your roof was broken? I'm here today to help you repair the roof!"

"Ahem -" the voice in the room replied feebly: "Oh, it's little Sebastian, then come in by yourself, the door is unlocked."

"Okay." Sebastian pushed the door panel open. The door panel, which had not been repaired for a long time, immediately let out a scream like a rattling sound. Even the wooden floor in the room screamed when he stepped on it.

The elderly Leeson was wrapped in a blanket and sitting facing the fireplace, watching the dry firewood crackling and burning, and the orange-red fireworks rising and dancing. He felt as if he was like the hot red charcoal... already At the end of his life.

He had also experienced the budding stage when he was young and ignorant, and the branching stage of vigorous growth. Although he did not grow into a towering tree, his rich shade was enough to protect his children and grandchildren from growing up smoothly... Until that year That night, those crazy foreigners arrived.

He only thought that the initial explosion sound came from the Gowell Hotel on the top of the cliff. Although the Michaelis family lived far away from the town, their relationship with the people in the town had always been very friendly - according to his mother According to his dying words, the Michaelis family were the original builders of Ilkesmouth and the town's patron saints.

As long as the Cowell Inn existed, Ilkesmouth would never be hit by a tsunami and its fishermen would always have a good harvest.

Of course, the young and energetic Leeson at the time would not believe these claims of strange powers and chaos. He was the only young man in the town who had ever gone out to travel. He knew that human technology was developing vigorously, and the power of steam could already make people The heavy steel surrendered.

However, until a violent hurricane broke out along the coast that year, all the neighboring fishing villages were destroyed by the violent force of the sea. However, only the town of Ilkesmouth, which was supposed to be the center of the hurricane, was unscathed, and even the fishermen They can also harvest the rich seafood thrown by the storm to the coast. At this time, Lison finally believed that there was indeed a mysterious power in the town, and the power of this protection was coming from the Michaelis family!

Just because when the storm hit, he was leading some townspeople to the fishing village next door to discuss business. The brutal hurricane, fierce rainstorm and terrifying tsunami came so unexpectedly that the group of them had no time to escape and were trapped in the only place in the fishing village. On the high ground, enduring the pounding of the pouring rain, they huddled shivering, watching the next wave of turbulent waves coming towards them, waiting for the arrival of death in the cold silence.

At this time, it was the young head of the Michaelis family, the young man whom Lissen had fed him candy when he was a child, who slowly sailed out in the dense rain curtain in a small boat.

The young head of the family held the cane inherited by Michaelis and tapped the bow of the boat seven times. A ripple visible to the naked eye erupted from the boat and spread rapidly at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. The ripple was about to sweep everyone in the highlands into the sea. The big wave inside immediately lowered its head timidly as if it had seen its owner's domestic dog, and the violent sea soon calmed down.

The middle-aged Leeson witnessed this scene and finally believed his mother's last words. He knew that the Michaelis family had really been silently guarding the town of Ilkesmouth!

Cowell is here, Mikali is here, and Ilkesmouth is here!

At that time, Leeson knelt down in front of the young family head with tears of gratitude, and swore to the sky and the sea that he and his descendants would defend the Michaelis family to the death!

The words of the Michaelis family are our mission, and we are willing to dedicate all our strength to the Michaelis family!

So when the blazing light erupted on the top of the cliff that night, Leeson did not hesitate for a moment. He immediately ordered his daughter-in-law and wife to close the doors and windows and stay at home with his new-born grandson, while he took three The son shouldered the shotgun and harpoon and charged towards the cliff!

At that time, Leeson listened to the deafening explosions that kept echoing in his ears. He felt that his aging heart was as strong as the explosions, and his blood was about to burn violently. The passion and pride of his youth were revived. Back to this middle-aged body!

He could no longer feel any cold or pain, nor could he feel tired or sleepy. He led the townspeople who had also received favors from the Michaelis family and ran all the way up the mountain. On the way, he met a small group of people with blood-stained bodies and pale faces. The stranger was hurriedly fleeing down the mountain - and amid his roars and roars, the heroic townspeople of Ilkesmouth fired the first shot in return!

In an instant, the roar of old flintlock guns sounded one after another, and turbid and dazzling gun flame sparks bloomed next to Old Leeson. He felt as majestic as a general leading the army in battle. When he was in an excited mood, his marksmanship became even more magical. He raised the gun at random and accurately blew off the opponent's leader's head.

He cheered excitedly as if his little grandson had found a new toy, waving a torch and roaring, attack, attack, attack! ! ! Brothers, rush! ! ! Kill these foreigners! ! ! Protect the Cowell Hotel to the death! ! !

The passion of the battle blinded Old Leeson's perception. He only noticed those hateful self-respecting foreigners falling one after another, but he did not notice that his eldest son's legs were cut off by an invisible blade that came from nowhere. , the second son suddenly went crazy and lost control and shot at his companion, but his eyeball was blown out with a shot by his companion who also lost control.

At that time, Leeson's heart was filled with intense excitement that was difficult to explain in retrospect. His eyes were bloodshot and red, wide and round, and he scanned the battlefield with sharp eyes like a knife, staring at those who were dying. The struggling foreigner, he just raised the three-pronged harpoon and thrust it in! Insert it! Insert it! ! !

Let the sharp harpoon penetrate the hearts of these guys, and the splashed blood dyed his clothes and the nearby land red. When all the enemies were killed, he came back as if he had just woken up from a dream. God came to his senses, and he looked at the little son under the harpoon in a daze—the pale face that was most similar to his own still showed surprise and panic.

He suddenly felt that his boiling blood had suddenly cooled down. As he looked up, there were corpses of townspeople everywhere, but the group of injured foreigners had long since disappeared! ! !

Before Li Sen could feel guilty and regretful and cry, and his shrill wail had just reached his throat, he heard the sound of explosions starting to reverberate down the mountain.

Li Sen turned around in horror and saw that the town had also been submerged in the sea of ​​fire, and the explosion that just sounded... came from my house!

He ignored his sorrow and heartbreak and limped down the mountain, holding back the pain from the injury he didn't know when he had suffered an injury to his thigh.

Old Lison still clearly remembers howling crazily in his heart at that time - Joanna, Tayana, Erin, Kailu, little North, please don't let anything happen to you! ! !

He ran all the way back to the door, cruelly ignoring the neighbors who asked for help... Fortunately, his house was not attacked by the fire, and the door was locked as he warned before leaving.

Middle-aged Li Sen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as this breath came out, he felt unusually tired, but he still managed to gather his energy and knocked on his door, shouting anxiously: "Jona, it's me, you Husband, open the door quickly!”

However, after knocking on the door ten times, there was no movement from behind the door, not even Little North's cry!

Middle-aged Lisen's heart suddenly tugged. He used all his remaining strength to kick open the door, shouted the names of his family members, and rushed into the hall... Then he saw neat rows of people sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Wife, daughter-in-law and grandson.

There were shallow smiles on their faces, as if they were just sleeping soundly.

However, that smile was so stiff, that skin color was so pale, and that palm was so cold... Middle-aged Lisen held the flaccid palm of his beloved wife and stroked the ring on her ring finger. He held his head in despair. Cry bitterly.

Old Leeson sat on the sofa, looking at the slowly burning fireplace flame, his eyes became moist again.

"Grandpa Lissen, I brought a helper here today, and I will definitely repair the roof for you later!"

"Oh? Which little--"

Old Leeson turned around and saw an extremely unfamiliar face that definitely did not belong to the town. His old heart began to beat as violently as it did that night.

Foreigners... how dare you step into the town of Ilkesmouth again! ! !

I've been writing in a hurry lately, always uploading at the last minute. I don't have time to divide it into chapters, so I'll just post it in one chapter.