I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

This is a tattered book that is not old. Watson noticed that at least one-third of the pages were missing the moment he picked it up. The edges of the remaining pages were wrinkled and difficult to smooth out. It was obvious that it had been read many times.

But after completely unwrapping the oil paper cloth, the surface of the book was still wrapped with two thin black hemp ropes. The two hemp ropes were originally twisted and tied into ancient knots to prevent the book from being easily opened.

However, now that it has been violently torn apart by external forces, the broken ropes are still tightly attached to the packaging of the book, as if they are still insisting on the mission of protecting the book.

The two hemp ropes wrapped around the book seem to have been soaked in some turbid oil, and now they appear shiny black in the dim light of the secret room of the heart.

Watson's increasingly sharp and strange five senses seemed to be able to smell a hint of olive oil from the oily black hemp rope, but at the same time he also felt a faint power from the two bursting thin ropes, which was the wildness of the moth and the vigor of the heart, but this power was so weak that he couldn't even have any illusionary sense of déjà vu. And the power of the moth seemed to be just a remnant of the past, and it was about to disappear completely.

He guessed that perhaps when the book was complete, it also recorded the secrets of the moth's hour, but the part about the moth had been destroyed, and the missing pages might be recording this part of the content.

The cover of this book did not have a name, or it had been marked but the ink had faded now, leaving only a lonely author's signature in the corner of the cover - Hypatia.

Watson once made up for the ancient civilization history of Europe and Africa when he was in the hospital. He remembered that this name should belong to the female scholar who existed in Egypt 1,500 years ago and was also the world's first female mathematician.

It's a pity that this lady was born in a dark age of barbarism and ignorance. It was a fanatical era when all knowledge except the words of the Father in Heaven belonged to heretical cult ideas, especially astronomy, physics and mathematics were the most attacked. At that time, there were even ignorant fools who said: "Mathematicians should be torn to pieces alive by the most ferocious beasts, or buried alive in the soil!!!"

And this female scholar grew up in such an era, and her end was naturally not good, and it can even be said to be very tragic. According to historical materials with questionable authenticity, she was attacked by thugs during a lecture.

Those cruel thugs rudely kidnapped the female scholar who was born at the wrong time, stripped her naked in public, cut her flesh and blood and broke her limbs, and finally this rising star in the mathematics world died in the flames.

But Watson looked at the book in his hand that recorded the secrets of the heart, and looked at the author's signature on the corner of the cover, and suddenly an incredible idea arose in his heart.

‘Could it be that the historical Hypatia was also a secret master who possessed the power of secret transmission? She was not murdered just because of her study of mathematics, but died in the struggle of secret religion? ! ’

‘Perhaps the content of the book can answer my question. ’

Thinking so, Watson turned to the first page - the content of the book was written in Greek, but fortunately there was an English translation under each line of text, and the first page was the author's words.

[I dedicate this book to the noble Saint Ninfa. It is your great thoughts that guide us on the road ahead. ]

Saint Ninfa... Watson murmured this name in his heart.

The West does have the habit of adding the word "saint" in front of various names, but the suffix used before the name... If it is not the name given by the parents when the child is born, it means that this person is at least the patron saint recognized by a certain church!

And the patron saint is the saint who prays to God on behalf of the place or industry!

Just as the patron saint of England is St. George, a devout Christian in ancient Rome.

But it is obvious that the Saint Ninfa in the book is not the patron saint of God or Christ. It is very likely that he comes from another hidden secret sect, a sect that believes in the true God of the world, Sichen, hidden under the scars of history.

Watson continued to read.

[Before telling the teachings, I must first introduce the guide of our branch, Saint Ninfa, to the new sisters. ]

[Saint Ninfa, He was not born by man, but cultivated. ]

[He is a saint born by the gift of the great ring fir. A ray of His wisdom returned through the three-pointed gate, like the roots of a sacred blue lotus, entwined and parasitic on the body of a sinner. His courage is like a rich pomegranate filling the sinner's chest, and it beats endlessly. 】

【He descended into the body of the one who committed the sin of divine punishment, just like the blue lotus in the lake took root in the mud. He not only drew the power of goodness and beauty from the source of all evil, but also used words and deeds to purify the deep sins of this body, so that the criminals could be forgiven. 】

【Only if we follow the footsteps of Saint Ningfa, listen to his teachings, feel his thoughts, follow his footsteps, serve the great Huanshan, plant rich trees and fruits... we can also purify the sins in our bodies. 】

【It should be noted that not all the dead enter Mansu through the Winter Gate - when we leave the turbid world, we will also follow the guidance of Huanshan, step into the bright and pure temple, and step onto the fertile and rich land. 】

[It should be noted that not all the dead can enter the Mansu - sinful souls are like mud and dirt, and those who do not believe will surely fall into the eternal abyss and darkness of nothingness. 】

[Only the ringed fir can lead us around the cold door of winter, protect us from the frost, enable us to step into the warmth, and enable us to live forever in the paradise. 】

‘Exactly this passage! ’

When Watson read this, the heart inside his soul body suddenly trembled with excitement, and the heart of the living body in the waking world also began to beat violently. He knew that this text was the hidden secret of the heart, Si Chenhuanshan. The secret!

He could feel his heart vibrating at a short and repeated frequency, and his heart began to beat with this frequency!

The heart was beating so powerfully, pumping the blood to flow at high speed, that a bizarre thump-dump-dump sound that could not be described in detail rang in his ears, or should I say, resounded in his blood vessels!

Watson's face turned red in an instant, like a plump and dripping fruit. It seemed that the rich juice would burst the fruit's skin in the next moment, and Watson's skin would also burst!

The strange, heart-stringing, thick and simple music vibrated and reverberated inside the blood vessels, as if every red blood cell in his body had turned into a tiny skin drum!

These tiny scarlet skin drums flow with the blood, as if they are cargo transported by flowing water. They collide left and right in the rushing blood river, collide with nearby small drums, and hit the inner wall of blood vessels, which arouses abnormal excitement and extreme excitement. passionate music.

The fluctuations of the music spread to every corner of his body in an instant. His skin, muscles, bones, internal organs and brain began to tremble uncontrollably. The tremors were so small and so high that Nero and Sa In your eyes, he already looked blurry due to the high-frequency vibration.

At the same time, an uncontrollable impulse rose from the bottom of Watson's heart, feet, and fingertips. He couldn't help but want to dance to the rhythm of his heart beating and the flow of blood... In fact, he did start to dance slightly. stand up.

Even if his subjective will cannot be detected at all, from the perspective of Nello and Sal, the frequency of Chief Watson/John Watson's vibration is the rhythm of the dance - he is already dancing in a way that is difficult for mortals to understand.

His toes lifted and dropped like twitches, just like drumsticks hitting the earth. A slow rhythm sounded in the silent chamber of the heart. The short and powerful rhythm was like some kind of low words, something infectious. His words had already been transmitted through the medium of the earth and reached the feet of every busy Crossroads believer nearby.

They couldn't help but stop what they were doing and looked in the direction of the database.

They feel the pulse rate of the heart and seem to be able to sense the words contained in it.

They knew that there was a new church member who knew the words of walking.

Originally, the author was going to write this chapter about a secret biography of his own creation, but after searching for information about other myths suitable for adaptation of Thunder Skin, he wasted an hour and still had no clue... So he had to write back to the Sisterhood first.