I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Under the rugged rocks, two figures separated in the gray ocean.

Sebastian carried collectibles and books that might be useful on his head, and slowly left with his feet treading water - according to his father's plan, he now needs to carry these things back to a dilapidated factory in London to lurk on his way back. The route has already been engraved in my mind.

However, when he returned to the city along the map in his mind, looking at the dead grass and withered branches on both sides of the road, he suddenly felt a sense of separation that was difficult to express in words.

Obviously I have walked this road before, but why do I always feel that the scenery along the way looks so strange, as if there is a sense of separation and alienation, as if the scene in my memory is just a specious dream.

When he actually came into contact with those things he had only seen in his dreams, some contradictory emotions suddenly arose in his heart...both painful and happy.

The young man turned around and looked at the town of Ilkesmouth, which had fallen into complete silence under the night. With his sharp vision after the second transformation, he naturally saw the streets shrouded in shadows, and the trembling people. The broken corpses, as well as the ferocious-looking townspeople holding torches high... Compared to the mountain road he left, it seemed that this dilapidated remote town felt more familiar to him, as if he had lived here for many years.

But when Sebastian continued to advance along the mountain road in three steps and then turned back, not long after he crossed the three-mile boundary outside the town, the rotten wooden guide signs howled in the wind, and his heart Suddenly, I feel relieved to break free from the shackles, as if the shackles I have carried for many years are finally put down, and my spirit seems to have let go of a heavy burden.

"I am finally free!!!"

Sebastian shouted something he didn't understand why but didn't want to say anything unpleasant. His voice echoed in the dead mountains, startling countless birds.

………………

Watson carried the glass case of Gowell's books on his back and returned to the cliff. The cold wind and drifting snow had well covered up the traces of the battlefield.

Now there is only a pile of slight ridges covered by snow on the ruins of the Cowell Hotel...but there are still some thin young rats that come from nowhere and can smell the fragrance in the wind, and come together to eat these Delicious nutrition from no owner.

Watson expressionlessly kicked these strange rats with unusually swollen bellies that seemed to be cracked and raw, and kicked them off the cliff one after another. Then he began to clean up the scene and arranged it into another scene according to his idea - a sudden and powerful winter. A scene where people appear to end the aging Mothman.

When everything was over, he lifted up the only survivor who was sleeping in the snow. He deliberately left behind Melanie, the lantern person.

Although the other party has been freed from the various influences at this moment, the serious damage suffered by the spirit still remains, and even part of it is synchronized to the body - the light in Melanie's skull is as weak as The grains of rice swayed as if they might burn out at any moment. His face was extremely pale, completely drained of blood, and even the beating of his heart was very weak, like a dying old man.

Watson took out the vitality liquid he had reserved and poured it into the opponent's wound. The thirsty flesh and blood immediately greedily sucked the dripping liquefied vitality, and then the frozen cells began to rejuvenate, and the blood carried the outside. The vitality is transported to the vital heart center, so that the weak vitality can flow to the whole body.

The green-faced lamp-woman moaned unconsciously, and her ugly eyelashes fluttered several times, as if she wanted to open her eyes to see her savior, but her eyelids were too tired to open.

The mothman smiled and stroked the lampman's head. The slightly less wild moth-like mana spurted out from his palm, and countless tiny moths swarmed towards Melanie's skull.

They sing and dance happily, they sing and dance happily and work hard - brothers! Let's first mark the memory of the battle just now, cut out all the specific details and move them away. Remember to leave the background and character details. When the boss resonates and passes the script later, we have to reshape the lights according to the storyboard. What about human memory! !

——Hey, hey, who is that over there? Who the hell asked you to steal food? ! !

——How many times have I reminded you when you came? ! Our task this time is to throw away old memories and reshape new ones! Not here to corrode and devour the light in the skull! ! !

While the industrious little moths were working hard, a deep heartbeat resonance broke in, wrapped up in the constant flow of moths, which contained vivid fictitious memories - about another Cowell Hotel Details of the battle.

The little moth diligently threw away the useless memories, and then filled in new details on the background of that windy and snowy night, constructing the shadow of a mysterious and powerful winter phaser.

This is the secret method of deception that Watson suddenly realized after being promoted to the third level moth phase. It no longer simply makes the subject forget, but mixes half-true and half-false memories, making it difficult for the subject to distinguish. Real and unreal.

The conditions for the use of this deceptive secret technique are actually quite stringent. If the subjects of the technique are just ordinary mortals, then it will be easy to rewrite their memories.

But if it is a secret messenger with a certain degree of resistance, it will be slightly more difficult to rewrite their memory. The powerful light in the skull will always resist the erosion of the moth - unless there is an overwhelming secret transmission position. level advantage, and the subject is in a weak or trusting state.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, the subjects controlled by Watson are all seriously injured and low-level lampmen/semi-distorted people. It is easy to overwrite their memories. The limit of this secret method has not yet been discovered... Perhaps, after returning to the Crossroads Order, the true usefulness of this secret method of overwriting memory can be realized.

Watson slowly retracted the moth's tentacles and released his palm from Melanie's forehead.

According to the content of the script, I found a more comfortable snow pit and lay down. The black moth inside my skull flapped its wings slightly. This strong and healthy body suddenly began to slump, and my heart beat hard, as if it was a defeat after being seriously injured and unable to wake up. The man lay dying on his back in the snow, letting the wind and snow bury him like a gray grave.

The vitality liquid poured into Melanie's wound finally had a certain effect. Her heart beat gradually became stronger and more powerful. After receiving sufficient moisture from the blood, her sleepy brain also began to move actively. The weak intracranial pressure The light also seemed to shine brightly again.

The seriously injured lampman climbed up from the snow with difficulty. She felt the memories remaining in her mind and looked at the glass box containing bundles of books in front of her. She couldn't help but look up at the snowy night sky, as if she wanted to find the book. A powerful secret messenger who comes and goes without a trace.

"Is that person the Master J.C. whom the leader mentioned?"

"But why does he want to help us? Was he an old friend of the leader?"

Melanie recalled the terrifying winter phase power she had witnessed before she fell into coma. Her body could not help but tremble slightly, both because of weakness and fear... It turned out that this was the power of a high-level secret messenger.

She glanced at the snow-covered cliff. Even though the wind and snow had almost completely covered the scene, the battle situation was exactly the same as in her memory... Had everyone died in the battle? Am I the only one who survives? Does that mean I can take the credit for this mission all by myself? !

However, such selfish thoughts had just arisen from the bottom of Melanie's heart. Her inner perception, which was somewhat insensitive due to her severe injuries, immediately sensed the faint sound of heart beating from under the snowdrift not far away. It was slow and weak, and it seemed that I could completely extinguish this heartbeat with just a little effort.

"Is that position Brother John? Sure enough, the blade-faced ones have the strongest will, and the flame of life has persisted to this day and has not been extinguished?"

Melanie looked at the glass box on the ground, and then at the weak heartbeat. Her heart seemed to be struggling, and even her palms began to touch the revolver on the ground involuntarily.

Even though the lamp in her skull was almost broken and extinguished, the remaining rationality still lingered in her heart, prompting her to squeeze out a trace of rational light and sink it into her skull, helping her thinking to be active and clear, and to think of the best and most suitable solution. Answer.

"If I leave alone and dedicate Cowell's collection of books to the leader - then I can exclusively enjoy the results of this mission, but because the church members suffered heavy losses during the mission, the leader will most likely blame me for this. , even if I can successfully obtain the reward of this mission, I will no longer be allowed to be responsible for the leader position of external missions in the future, and it will be almost impossible for my status in the sect to continue to rise. "

"After all, lamp people like me are not taken seriously within the sect, or even within the Esoteric Cult organization in London. Because the secret transmission of lamps currently lost on the island is quite limited, our path to promotion has almost been "Interruption."

"And the most important thing is that the entire team was almost completely wiped out in this mission. I was the only one who survived by chance. There was no one else who could testify to my statement during this process... The leader will most likely be unhappy with me. The estrangement also involves the fact that he pays special attention to the appearance of Mr. J.C., who we are paying attention to. He may even ask the great night watchman to pray for the truth of the incident... Then he will naturally discover the fact that I have abandoned the church members. "

"Therefore, I must and must take Brother John back with me on this trip. Perhaps he was not completely unconscious when Mr. J.C arrived and had seen that figure... Then he can help me It proves the reason for the tragic victory of this mission.”

"In this way, I can not only receive rewards from the leader, but also avoid being ignored due to command errors and losing the opportunity to advance further within the order."

"That's right! I have to bring Brother John back to the Order!!!"

Melanie has made her belief clear, but she is still in a state of serious injury. The shocking scars on her abdomen were frozen and stopped bleeding with the help of ice and snow. This is the reason why she can survive to this day.

In my impression, this scar seemed to be caused by the sudden change of strong light from the owner of the Gowell Hotel when I was unable to dodge. The strong light seemed to still remain in the stomach pouch, and now there was still a faint stabbing pain in the stomach. The pain was not only because of the severed wound, but also because the remaining light was trying to corrode his own sanity... Maybe it was because of this selfishness that he had just been so obsessed with trying to take the credit for the mission alone.

Melanie quickly found a suitable excuse for her wrong idea just now.

She stood up staggeringly and picked up the skin and bone Dharma drum, and gently tapped the drum head with her soft fingertips. She silently recited the syllables of "walking words" amidst the slight sound of the drum, and her tired legs seemed to be rejuvenated. Vitality, the toes tap involuntarily to follow the rhythm of the chanting, the endless life force seems to emerge from the sky and the earth, and the flesh and blood at the wound seems to be growing and healing rapidly.

When vitality emerged from her body again, Melanie was sure that her condition had almost recovered. At least if any enemy suddenly appeared at this time, she would still be able to dodge and fight back. Then she got up and went to visit the weak and heart-beating man. Full stop johnny.

She gently pulled away the snow, and saw the shocking claw marks on Brother John's extremely pale face. Even his left eyeball was gouged out, and large amounts of dried blood covered his face.

She tore off the other person's clothes and put her palms on the strong chest, close to the heart. The light and comfortable breath spurted out from the palms and flowed into the weak heart, like a strong big hand holding Shen Shen tightly. heart, forcing it to beat excitedly again in a rough and tough way, squeezing out more vitality - this may leave some sequelae to the heart of Brother John, but compared to the price of death, all sequelae They all seemed so slight.

Not long after, Brother John finally woke up in a daze. He spit out a mouthful of clots of blood, then coughed violently, struggled to open his remaining right eye, and looked at his savior with trembling eyes. said:

"Mei, Melanie, is that you?"

"Did we win?"

"Did we actually, ahem, actually defeat that monster?!"

Melanie patted Brother John's chest, continued to stimulate the other person to pulse with more vitality, and then slowly replied: "Let's consider it a victory... A powerful winter secret messenger suddenly appeared for us. Killed old Michaelis and found the secret collection of books in the Cowell Hotel for us."

"But before I could ask the other party's identity, I was already seriously injured and passed out... But I suspect that this kind-hearted secret messenger is Mr. J.C., whom the leader asked us to pay attention to before."

"Ahem..." Watson spit out another mouthful of blood, and then he finally felt that he seemed to have gone too far. He restrained his acting skills a little, and asked feebly:

"The powerful Winter Phaser J·C... I seem to have felt the bone-chilling cold before I fainted."

"It turned out to be that person who helped us... What a fluke. Without the other person's help, we would probably have been wiped out this time... I'm really grateful to him."

Melanie gently helped Brother John, who was gradually regaining his strength, "Do you still have the strength to continue moving? The time for the tsunami predicted by the leader is very close, and we should leave here immediately."

Watson replied weakly: "What about the corpses of the church members, and the corpse of old Michaelis...then they must contain the powerful power of lamps and moths, right?"

Melanie looked at the unknown pile of pink and black snow. She had just touched and felt the power of the crushed corpse at close range. Perhaps the power of the mysterious messenger was too strong, and even old Mikali could not bear it. All the power in Si's body must have been frozen and extinguished.

The remaining corpses of the church members did not have much power left. They were all devoured by old Michaelis with their hearts taken out during the battle. Those empty-chested bodies had lost the most important remnants of their hearts... They were only worth more than scraps. Up some.

"There is no need to continue to restrain. The top priority is to transport these books back to the hospital, hand them to the leader and report the appearance of Mr. J.C."

"……Understood."

The last two members of the Crossroads team supported each other and left carrying the glass box on their backs.

And as they went away, the cliff gradually fell into pieces as if it had lost its backbone. Huge cliff rocks fell to the sea one after another, and the seawater also seemed to be furious and set off a counterattack - huge waves swept in and swept the entire cliff. The whole town was drowned in coldness and darkness.

When the sun rose the next day, the town of Ilkesmouth had disappeared. Only the church spire slightly pierced the sea, proving that a historic town once existed here.

In the mountains in the distance, a quiet figure was looking at the ruins of the Gowell Hotel under the sea, and murmured:

"Am I late?"