Everyone was busy arguing just now and didn't notice the changes in Lama Tiebang. When they looked at it, they saw that Lama's face was blue, his body was stiff, a layer of black hair had grown on his face and hands, and the blood vessels all over his body were swollen.
The veins are clearly distinguishable, as if the nerves are growing outside the skin. This originally fine living person is now like a zombie about to die.
I said to everyone: Don't panic, these are just corpse tendons. It's still too late to save people. You should quickly light a smaller fire and a bowl of water and a straw of at least 20 centimeters. The sooner the better.
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Uncle Ming also knew that Lama Tiebang was an important figure. With him, many ancient Tibetan customs could be easily solved. He was also proficient in Tibetan medicine and medicine. With his help, he went to Karamir to find the nine-story demon tower on the Dragon Clan.
You can get twice the result with half the effort, both public and private, you have to save people, so you immediately brought Peter Huang and Han Shuna to help save people.
I examined the palm of Tiebang Lama's right hand. The situation here was the most serious. The bruise reached to the elbow. The punctured hole on the finger was already as big as a pea. Half of the arm was black and purple. I pressed it lightly with my hand and the skin
It looked like it was all mud, and it was starting to fester from the inside out.
Seeing the Tiebang Lama's situation, it was very critical. I held the black donkey's hoof tightly in my hand, and kept thinking in my heart, it would be great if there were a few more. One black donkey's hoof was really too few. Just now
Although I told everyone that it was still too late to save the lama, now it seems that I am not even 10% sure, but if I do nothing, I can only watch him slowly die.
I was weighing the pros and cons in my mind, and when I was even a little hesitant, he patted me on the shoulder: Everything is ready, but there is no straw anywhere on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. The guide Tashi took apart his copper pipe.
Come down and see if it's suitable for you
I took it from my hand and saw that it was the copper pipe of a hookah. It was slender and hollow. It was just suitable for use. I moved the iron rod lama to the small fire they had just lit, poured half of the large bowl of water, and left the rest.
Put it under the lama's right hand, then take out the paratrooper's knife and cut off a small piece of the old and hard black donkey's hoof.
Everyone gathered around the fire, watching my every move with concern and asking me: Do you still want Master Lama to eat black donkey hooves? This thing can kill people if eaten. Even if it is cut into small pieces, it cannot be eaten.
The fat man also expressed doubts and said: Commander Hu, Uncle Lama is still alive. Do you really want to treat him like a big rice dumpling?
Uncle Ming also asked: What is the cure for black donkey hooves?
I chewed my teeth and said to the few people watching: Comrades, please stop making trouble with all kinds of talk. In this world, one thing can defeat another thing. This is the law of nature. Of course, the Tiebang Lama is not a zombie, but his current
The situation seems to be that he is trapped by corpse energy. Only by using black donkey's hooves to burn thick smoke and burn the sores can he be saved. If you have other ways, please tell me quickly. If not, don't delay my rescue.
Fatty Uncle Ming and others found it baffling, and they all said in unison: Use smoke
I stopped arguing with them. I first took out a small piece of dry cow dung from the fire, and then put a small piece of black donkey's hoof together to bake. When the black donkey's hoof encountered the fire, it immediately melted.
There was a lot of green smoke coming out, which was strange to say. The smoke was neither black nor white, but light green in color. The smoke gradually rose on the fire. Apart from a strange smell of rotten tree leaves, there was no special smell.
The people were in tears.
I waved my hand and asked everyone to take a few steps back and not to crowd around so tightly, lest their eyes would be damaged by the smoke. Then I soaked the middle finger of the iron rod lama's right hand in clean water to dissolve the pus and blood on the edge of the hole.
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It suddenly occurred to me that a person's middle finger belongs to the heart. If the corpse energy entangles the heart, even if the black donkey's hooves of Zhang Guolao, one of the Eight Immortals, are taken away, the lama's life may not be saved.
I added a small piece of black donkey's hoof and watched as the smoke gradually gathered. Then I held the brass pipe in my mouth and blew the smoke towards the sore on the lama's finger. It continued to burn, and in less than half a minute,
I saw clear water in the holes on my fingertips, flowing out drop by drop, more than a bowl full. I saw the miraculous effect, and I felt happy. I messed up the rhythm of my breathing, and inhaled with the pipe in my mouth.
I immediately inhaled a large puff of smoke, which choked me with snot and tears. I felt an indescribable nausea in my chest and my mind was spinning. So I quickly handed the pipe to the fat man and asked him to take my place for the time being.
I vomited outside for a while and took a few big breaths of the air after the rain, and then I felt a little better. When I returned to the ancient bunker, there was no clear water flowing out of the iron rod Lama's fingertips, and the sores seemed
Something was blocking it from the inside. I turned on the flashlight and took a look. There seemed to be a black mass inside.
I quickly found a pair of small tweezers, sterilized them, clamped the black object in the sore, and gently pulled it out. At first glance, I saw that it was a bunch of black hair, all curled and knotted. I don’t know how it got in.
, and then roasted it with the thick smoke of the black donkey's hooves, then clear water came out again, and after a while, another messy ball of hair was taken out.
I didn't take out some black hair, but the black hair on the lama's face seemed to have lightened a bit. Thank God, it seems that there is finally a way to save it. We just need to remove the zombie's hooves before the remaining half of the black donkey's hooves are used up.
Once all the black hair is removed, you will be safe.
The lama's life was saved, and I finally relaxed my worries. I lit a cigarette, and while smoking, I sat on the ground and watched the people waiting to rescue the Iron Rod Lama. At this time, Uncle Ming came over and asked me, he
I want to know why the black donkey's hooves are so effective against zombies. The expedition team will soon enter the Kunlun Mountains and Karamir. They should prepare a large number of them with them in case of emergencies. After returning to Hong Kong, they should also take precautions at home.
More than a hundred. My earliest understanding of black donkey hooves came from stories told by my grandfather. At that time, my grandfather often told such stories, such as a young man who was eager to drive at night and lived in a dilapidated and empty house.
In a crowded ancient temple, while I was sleeping in the middle of the night, a zombie flew down from the sky outside. That kind of thing is called a flying zombie. The zombie carried a big girl, maybe it was captured from other places, and arrived at the temple.
He just wanted to eat the flesh of the older girl and drink her blood. The young man acted bravely and stuffed the black donkey's hoof into the zombie's mouth. The zombie was finished. The young man and the older girl fell in love at first sight, and then they started doing whatever they wanted.
Later, when I got older and was no longer interested in such retarded stories, my grandfather would tell me some real experiences or folklore, but he didn’t know much about the origin of the black donkey’s hooves.
, I only know that it is a tool specially used by professional tomb robbers to touch the golden captain. It can deal with zombies in ancient tombs. Zombies have been around for a long time and there are many legends. The reason why they can kill people alive is all because of the corpses.
From the perspective of the fine hairs growing on the body, it may be an intensified change of a corpse bacteria stimulated by bioelectricity, but we have no way of knowing whether this is the case. We only know that there are some items used to restrain corpse transformation.
All have very good effects, not just this one.
Uncle Ming suddenly realized: This is how I understood it, just like the Maoshan technique is peach wood, and the captain who touches gold uses the black donkey's hooves. As Brother Hu said last time, it is to kill pigs, each has his own way.
There are different ways to kill each other.
I said: Uncle Ming, you have a really good memory. In fact, we are like-minded but have different ambitions. We are all determined to fight for wealth, and the methods we can use are very different. Just like your ancestors' business of carrying mummies and digging through cellars, isn't it the same as going out?
Do you want to worship the thirteen-whiskered magnetic cat first, and then bring three double-yolk eggs with you?
I used to sit in a well and look at the sky, thinking that black donkey hooves could only be stuffed into the mouths of zombies. In fact, there are many uses, which I had never heard of. Later, in a Beijing bun shop, I heard blind man Chen explain in detail the uses of black donkey hooves and other items.
Legend has it that in the early years, there was a gold-touching captain who was working in Yandang Mountain. Suddenly he encountered a heavy thunderstorm and thunder and lightning.
There must be a treasure, so the captain who touched the gold fell down the rope and saw a huge coffin in the inner palace. When he opened it, he found the deceased lying inside, with a white beard reaching his belly, and a very majestic appearance.
He is not an ordinary person. He got a bead from the mouth of the corpse and an ancient sword from the coffin. When he wanted to see it again, the coffin and the underground palace were turned into ashes by the mountain wind from outside.
Only on the stone tablet in the center were two preserved and still legible ancient characters Daye found. Judging from this, it should be an ancient tomb from the Sui Dynasty.
When Captain Mojin saw that there was nothing else, he left the ancient sword behind, wrapped it in beads and left. On the way out, his ankle was accidentally knocked by a hard object. He felt a slight pain at the time and did not notice it, but returned home.
After that, I washed my feet with warm water. I saw a small blister growing on the scratched area. Then I felt itchy and painful. The whole leg began to gradually turn black and festered. I happened to have an old friend come to visit. This old friend is a doctor and has many diseases.
A secret recipe passed down from family. One look at the wound on Captain Jin's foot and he knew it was pricked by corpse hair. He urgently ordered people to look for black dog poop. He only wanted the dry and white kind, but he couldn't find it everywhere. He was so anxious that he was in trouble.
While wandering around, he touched the black donkey's hoof kept in Captain Jin's house. According to ancient prescriptions, this thing has the same effect on ghosts and evil spirits. He burned it with smoke and took out many white beard-like hairs from the wound.
After that, this secret recipe began to be used by Colonel Mo Jin.
I told Uncle Ming this mainly because I wanted to distract myself a little bit, because the iron rod lama's life was hanging by a thread, which put me under a lot of psychological pressure. The pessimistic thought of what to do if the black donkey's hooves were not enough was simply unthinkable.
Don't dare to think about it.
At this time, he seemed to realize something was wrong with Tiebang Lama. He hurriedly turned around and greeted me: Come and see, what kind of book alliance is this?
Chapter completed!