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从一开始,家旺就觉得事情有些诡异。那个午夜,濛濛的天空只挂着一钩残月,像张寡妇脸,既灰,且淡。没有一丝风,除了喘息声,四周一片寂静。远处的山线蜿蜒蛇行,脚下的沙丘匍匐着,随着心跳,一高一低,让人直发虚。窟还是那个窟,石像分明是那座石像。仔细一看,白日里辉煌的明堂已然是黑洞洞的深渊,而那苦渡众生的佛早已成了迷幻的魅影。打开防护网后,家旺第一个走进来,直接跪倒在座台下的蒲团上。当他的额头触碰到微凉的蒲团时,他猛地一颤。在那一刻,他看到旁边放着一盏马灯,灯油将尽,灯火摇曳。他一惊,抬头环顾,罗成拿着专用手电筒正在石像前摇晃,一脸灿烂。
From the very beginning, Jia Wang felt something weird. That midnight, the sky was only covered with a hook moon, like a widow face, both gray, and light. No trace of wind, in addition to breathing, surrounded by silence. Winding mountain winding meandering meandering sand dunes at the foot, with the heartbeat, one high and one low, people straight hair virtual. Grottoes or cave, stone statues clearly that statue. A closer look, the brilliant daylight Mingtang already is the abyss of black hole, and that bitter Dunsheng Buddha has become a psychedelic phantom. Open the protective net, the home Wang first came in, knelt down directly on the futon on the table. He jerked as his forehead touched the cool futon. At that moment, he saw a lantern next to it, the lamp would be exhausted, the lights swaying. He was surprised, looked up and looked around, Luo Cheng holding a special flashlight shaking in front of the stone, look brilliant.