I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

A long, long time ago.

At that time, the shadows of the gods still walked in the world. It was a golden age when humans and gods coexisted.

At that time, the power had not yet withered, the empire had not yet perished, and this land was full of passion and struggle.

However, even the empire that the general had protected so well would eventually betray. Those foolish mortals did not withstand the temptation of the impeccable queen and turned to other beliefs.

This directly led to the demise of the empire.

The extremely disappointed general took away the lions he had raised when he left, leaving only a young lion in this land of special significance, ordering it to guard the tombs of the past kings so that the kings could maintain eternal peace after death.

The lion stayed alone in this desolate desert, lying on the top of the mountains to watch the sun rise and the moon set, and looking up at the stars moving - how beautiful and bright the starry sky used to be, and the night sky was filled with dense stars, and each star symbolized a brave and warlike warrior.

Now many stars have fallen, the night sky has become sparse, and the sky has become lonely - all of this is due to the war won by the impeccable queen.

After the queen won the fruits of victory in the war, the gods rarely sat in the house deep in the house to discuss the future of the world. They decided to order the power to wither again, cut off the magical connection between heaven and earth, and let the mortals in the awakening world reproduce and grow safely - this is the queen's request for victory, and it is also the request that the gods agreed to.

The lion felt that he was getting older and older, and this aging was not reflected in the body - he was still eating food dug from the depths of the earth, and the body forged by the general's shadow was still as hard as unbreakable steel.

Although the power between heaven and earth has withered, the food of the earth has become more abundant due to the vigorous development of mortals, and it is more convenient to find food than in the past ignorant years.

Now the lion can sit and wait for food to come to the door.

What is aging is its spirit.

It was born from the general's furnace with the mission of resistance and change.

It once followed the warriors of the same tribe to fight on the battlefield. They resisted the fierce attacks of the descendants of Perseus, and tore apart one shield-bearing snake guard after another with their fangs and claws. The smell of war mixed with blood always made the lion happy.

But it has not been involved in war for too long. Its fangs seem to be rusty, its claws seem to be soft and blunt, and its spirit seems to be weak.

Now the lion is as lazy as the native Persian cat. It only eats and sleeps every day, lying motionless on the comfortable and warm furnace throne, waiting for the kittens it forged to bring food to itself.

Sometimes it will silently complain about the general in its heart, why only leave itself to guard the dilapidated and dirty royal tomb, why restrict itself from going out privately to provoke disputes, and can only passively resist and resist, just like living in a castle waiting for the enemy to come to the door.

Why do I have to stay in this boring, boring, and boring desert all the time!

But the lion only dared to say these disrespectful words in his heart, and never dared to tell the general - but in fact, it had already lost the channel of communication with the general, even though it worshipped the general's shrine every day and night.

Until this day, the boring life finally ushered in a little fresh restlessness.

After 30 years, there were finally some ignorant guys who took the initiative to come to the door and dared to attack the training ground of the kittens under its command.

Listening to the report of the kittens under the tribe, the lazily sitting lion slowly stood up and stretched his waist. The soft silk scarf slipped from his body, revealing the perfect body like bronze casting, and the hot molten lava was faintly flowing under the tough skin.

"Then, let's fight!" The lion swore.

The kitten below was delighted when he heard this, and then turned around in a panic to avoid the sight of the tribe leader. This evasive reaction was immediately caught by the sharp-eyed lion - although its spirit has aged, its five senses are still as sharp as when it fought against the descendants of Perseus.

The lion frowned unhappily and snorted coldly: "Don't you know any information about the enemy yet??"

Facing the tribe leader's cold question, the kitten below was even more panicked and began to fiddle with the weapons in his hands, or rolled over and over on the ground with his eyes blank, as if he was high on mint.

The lion was about to get angry, but then he heard a very subtle sound of flapping wings, and it was constantly approaching him!

Looking at the sound with a blazing gaze like thunder, he saw a deformed and ugly moth flying in the shadows in the corner of the palace.

The ugly moth seemed invisible and shapeless, and the little cats under the lion turned a blind eye to it, allowing it to break into the hot and bright palace and directly in front of the lion.

The moth suspended in the air made a lot of noise, and the words with ancient meanings went directly into the lion's head. The angry face suddenly slowly relaxed, and the lion's whiskers trembled with excitement.

"Hehe, it's really interesting. Since you have presented such an interesting toy, I will be merciful and forgive your sins."

In the 20th century, a secret scholar who had insight into the conversation between the ugly moth and the lion specially collected this horrifying story in his own fairy tale picture book, and advertised the truth of this secret history to the world in the form of a fable. The fairy tale picture book is called "The Lion and the Bird".

The picture book depicts the silent and lazy lion and the happy and funny bird with exquisite illustrations and beautiful words like poetry. These two friends of different races attracted and understood each other through the vivid language shared by the whole world - killing and war, and jointly wrote a series of warm stories that are terrifying when you think about them carefully.

"Moth, I don't trust you, but you have the breath of Dardai's apprentice, so you must be crazy, but you have also worked hard for the great cause of change and struggle."

"You should give up the pursuit of chaos and wildness, and instead worship my master, General Golden."

"I can see that you have such potential, you are born to be a real fighter."

"Crack, crack."

………………

It's still night.

Mary stepped lightly on her tiptoes, and her steps and words conveyed a secret message to the adjacent dormitory.

"Mr. Watson, Mr. Heber has already spread the false message that the cause of today's unknown fire is another test by Great Britain."

"But are you sure that the British army guarding this place now still has the power to compete with the tomb keepers?"

"And why do I always feel that Mr. Watson... you seem to be hiding something from me?"