Beside Buchbenma's bed, the human bones covered on the body of the black takin swayed and made happy music.
The pale human face on the forehead of the black takin swells and beats like a heart. The small facial features on the white bones twist in all directions. The cracks on the edges of the human face are getting bigger and bigger, as if they are trying to break free from the forehead of the black takin.
escape.
As the bones of the human face moved, the black takin, which was more than two meters tall at the shoulders, walked around Buchbenma's bed, gently swaying its long and dense tail behind it.
If you look closely, you can see that the oxtail is clearly the hair hanging down from the head of a dead man. As the oxtail swings, a pair of vicious eyes appear and disappear behind the thick black hair.
The black takin swayed its white bones and pair of thick horns as it moved forward. The beard-like hairs on its chin were like jellyfish tentacles, constantly bending and twisting upwards, as if it was looking for something.
There were vague sounds in the darkness, like hundreds of drowning people calling for help in the water.
One lap, two laps, three laps.
The skeletal human face struggling on the forehead of the black takin calmed down, revealing a gentle smile with brows and eyes, and there was even some holy meaning in that smile.
The black takin covered in white bones turned around and walked towards the low hill in the darkness.
Buchibenma closed her eyes tightly and climbed up from the bed with stiff limbs. Like a manipulated puppet, she followed the unusually tall black takin lightly and walked step by step towards the low building in the darkness.
hills.
She followed the takin out of the room and down the stairs. Her stiff body bumped into many pieces of furniture, making a very harsh sound in the quiet night. However, she still did not wake up from her dream. She still closed her eyes tightly and stumbled.
Following the black takin, he walked toward the door on the first floor of the tower.
It was already dark outside the blockhouse, and nothing could be seen clearly, only the low hill rising and falling in the sky.
On the second floor of the blockhouse, the child beside Qucuo's pillow suddenly burst into tears and kicked the quilt covering him vigorously, but Qucuo, who was sleeping next to her, remained indifferent, like a corpse without a soul.
Dawa Tsering heard the strange noise in the room. He put on his clothes and pants quickly and gently, and slowly opened the door to a small crack. He saw his sister Buchi Bomma walking like a sleepwalker, following him.
Behind a black takin as tall as a mountain and covered in bones.
Dawa Tsering suddenly raised his wrist and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking the scream that was about to come out. The boy's not-so-strong wrist was immediately bitten and bled.
He returned to the room and took out a carved Tibetan knife with a white copper sheath from the drawer.
The young man solemnly stroked the group of rocs totem on the white copper scabbard, took out the sharp blade and took a look, then knelt on the ground and raised the Tibetan knife above his head.
"Invincible King Gesar, please protect your descendants."
Dawa Tsering left the scabbard in the room and walked out of the room with the one-foot-long sharp blade.
He held his breath, stood on tiptoes and followed Buchi Benma, trying not to make a sound. After approaching quickly, he grabbed Buchi Benma's right hand tightly.
Dawa Tsering came close to Buchi Bomma’s ear, lowered his voice and said urgently:
"Benma! Wake up!"
Buchibenma showed no reaction and continued walking forward like a zombie.
Dawa Tsering let go of her right hand, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and stepped towards the black takin.
The sharp tip of the knife stabbed the vital part behind the black takin's butt without any forward movement. Dawa Tsering pressed the hilt of the knife against his chest, trying to penetrate the tip of the knife as deeply as possible with the force of the impact of his body.
The tip of the knife slammed into the back of the black takin, making a sour sound like metal friction.
Behind the ox's tail that resembled the long hair of the deceased, the pale head bit the blade in Dawa Tsering's hand, preventing him from moving forward.
The white skeletal human face on the forehead of the black takin blinked, and the takin raised its tail made of the black hair of the deceased, and fell very gently from above towards the face of Dawa Tsering, who was unable to move after being gripped by the dark aura.
A broad palm covered with golden light passed through the darkness, seemingly slowly but surely blocking the way of the black takin's raised tail.
The skeletal human face on the takin's forehead suddenly let out an extremely painful scream.
The black hair of the deceased was firmly grasped by golden palms, and the dark atmosphere was dispersed by the warm golden light. The head with a malicious expression closed its eyes and disappeared without a trace in the dazzling light of the sun.
Under the golden light, Buchibenma woke up as if from a dream, opened his eyes and stood there blankly.
Denpa Dorje let go of the black takin's tail and pulled Buchi Bomma and Dawa Tsering behind him.
"Abba Dorje..."
Dawa Tsering held Denba Dorje's hand, and his whole body was still shaking uncontrollably.
"Tsering, you are very brave and a good boy."
Danba Duoji raised his hand and touched the boy's head. The golden light flashed, and Dawa Tsering and Buchi Boma were sent to the edge of the barrier more than ten meters away by a gentle force.
This simply dressed Kham man put his palms together, the golden light around him became more solid, and his strong body seemed to be a sculpture made of gold.
He looked at the black takin that turned around, his eyes full of anger.
"Qucuo, you shouldn't kill people!"
The white skeletal human face on the black takin's forehead did not answer. It stretched out eight slender sharp jointed limbs and penetrated deeply into the takin's head.
Many intertwined fine bone spurs sprouted from the eight segments of the white-bone human face, weaving the facial features of Qucuo into the face of the black takin.
"Danba Duoji, I only killed a dozen people, but you blocked our Muya's soul-carrying takin and ruined Muya's luck. Over the past hundred years, countless people have died of starvation, poverty, and illness.
Countless people were all killed by you!
When I offer the bones and blood of another Muya priest and replace Muya's soul object with the sacred mountain, Muya will prosper and everyone can live a good life!
It is her fate and blessing that Benma can donate her bones and blood.
Danba Duoji, you were a Muya in your previous life and this life, why don’t you want to help Muya!”
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"The black takin eats people and kills people for fun. You send its soul to the mountain to create a black mountain that kills and eats people.
Using other people's lives in exchange for your own happiness is an evil heretic!"
He said no more, took out a magic weapon and held it in his hand.
One end of the instrument is a five-pronged lantern head similar to a vajra, and the other end is a sharp triangular pyramid. In the middle, there are three reliefs of Buddha heads, one smiling, one angry, and one cursing. They are King Amrita, Yama Demon Enemy and King Hayato Ming. This is impressive.
A Puba pestle made of heavenly iron, also known as the Vajra pestle for subduing demons.
Danba Duoji held up the vajra demon-conquering pestle in his hand, and the blazing golden light condensed behind him into a statue of Puba Vajra with three heads, three eyes, six arms and two wings. His majestic figure was almost as big as the black takin with a height of two meters at the shoulders.
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King Kong glared angrily and struck down with the pestle. The thick darkness that had become a reality in the barrier was suddenly shaken away by this blow.
The black takin lowered its thick curved horns, swung out its four hooves and hit Danba Duoji's body standing in the golden light. The giant beast ran wildly like the earth was shaking, and the momentum was very shocking.
This dark giant beast had just rushed halfway when suddenly, a white bone human face the size of a small bowl sprouted on its forehead. As soon as it appeared, it opened its mouth and bit the slender jointed limbs protruding from Qucuo's bone face.
, biting off three of them.
Qucuo's skeletal face let out a furious howl, and he immediately opened his crescent-shaped mouth and bit back.
Yu Peihuan could clearly see through the monitoring array that the new skeletal human face that appeared was clearly Dorje's flower-haired appearance.
The bones of Qucuo and Dorje Huamao were fiercely bitten into a ball. Qucuo quickly gained the upper hand and bit off the lower half of Dorje Huamao's bones in one bite, but at this time ten more young and immature faces appeared.
The black takin came out of the face and surrounded Qucuo tightly in the center, making it impossible for her to immediately regain control of the soul-resident takin.
The black takin stopped in place dully. Upon seeing this, Danba Duoji immediately reversed the direction of the vajra pestle in his hand and stabbed the takin's head with the end of the triangular pyramid.
Qucuo had already devoured all eleven human faces at this time, but he was too late to dodge Danba Duoji's fierce blow.
The dazzling golden triangular pyramid fell down, and the mouth of the white-skeletal human face let out a desperate wail. At this time, a figure suddenly jumped out in front of Danba Duoji's demon-conquering pestle.
"Abba Dorje, Master Dorje, don't kill my grandma!"
Denba Dorje looked at Dawa Tsering standing in front of his mother, holding the vajra and demon-conquering pestle in his hand and couldn't help but pause for a moment.
Just at this moment of hesitation, the black takin rushed out from behind Dawa Tsering, and a pair of thick sharp horns containing dark magic pierced Denba Dorje's chest, lifting him high and throwing him to the ground.
Puba Vajra's Dharma was immediately shattered, the demon-subduing pestle fell aside after being released, and the golden light on Danba Duoji's body almost disappeared, with only a slight light remaining in his eyes.
He forced himself to stand up from the ground, still standing between Buchibenma and the black takin.
"Tsering, I will not kill her."
Qucuo laughed wildly and said:
"My good son, don't be afraid. How dare he kill me? This black takin is the soul of Mu Ya. If he kills me, Mu Ya's luck will be over!"
Danba Duoji, you can't seal me anymore, this time I will make your soul fly away and you will never be reincarnated again!"
Dawa Tsering knelt down in front of the black takin with a plop, and placed the Tibetan knife with a broken tip across his neck:
"Mom, I beg you..."
Before the young man finished speaking, a strand of hair from the black takin's chin flew into his nostrils. The broken blade in the young man's hand slipped weakly. He slowly sat down on the ground, hanging his head and snoring evenly.
"My good son, when you wake up, you will see the sacred mountain of Muya. By then, you will definitely live the best life."
Qucuo looked at Danba Duoji and saw that he was holding on to the seal and reciting a mantra. The Bone Man sneered and drove the dark atmosphere in the barrier to press against Danba Duoji who was trying hard to cast the spell.
Danba Duoji spat out a mouthful of light golden blood. Unable to maintain the handprint on his chest any longer, he gasped and fell to the ground.
The black takin walked step by step towards Buchbenma, whose legs were weak and huddled on the edge of the barrier. The holy smile on Qucuo's white-skeletal face returned.
"Benma, you have the blood of priests in your body. Sacrifice for the sacred mountain of Muya is your destiny that was determined before you were born. The sacred mountain will be your best destination. The people of Muya will always remember you and thank you."
Buchibenma shook his head desperately, and scratched deep marks on the mud beneath him with his hands.
"Qucuo Aunt, no, I don't want to die, I still want to study... No! I don't want to study anymore, I listen to you, I'm going to work in the city to make money, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
But Qucuo didn't listen to her plea at all, and just stepped closer.
Outside the whirlpool, after Yu Peihuan failed to contact Li Zhixian again, a magic circle was left in place to display the real-time footage from the monitoring circle in the whirlpool.
Then, without hesitation, she stepped into the center of the deep dark whirlpool with a halberd in hand.
Before submerging into the whirlpool, she looked back at Buchibenma's frightened little face on the screen and whispered:
"Don't be afraid, sister is here."
Horrible, terrifying, shocking, surprising, surprising, it turned out to be a three thousand word chapter!
Can three thousand words be called a big chapter?! Damn you, Dugou!