"Western Xinjiang is located in a remote area, and a unique local treatment method has been formed for thousands of years. Since this lama does this, it must be effective." Hu Bayi chuckled and explained.
Besides, if it involves evil things, a hospital? That’s nonsense!
That lama was not an ordinary person. In his early years, he had interacted with local soldiers serving in the local area and knew Chinese. Naturally, he heard the conversation between Hu Bayi and the others.
Hearing this, he just glanced at Hu Bayi and the others with admiration.
He knew that his actions, in the eyes of uninformed outsiders, were simply trying to kill this person.
While talking, the poacher who had eaten these things began to vomit again, this time more violently, vomiting out everything in his stomach, and in the end only gastric juice was left.
When he looked carefully, he saw that among the vomit on the ground were small, hairless mice!
Fortunately, Hu Ming and others had dealt with these evil things before, so they didn't have much reaction when they saw this.
Ah Xiang seemed to have seen something and couldn't help but tremble and hide behind the crowd.
Maybe he saw the haunting spirit in this person?
Hu Ming saw Axiang's abnormality and muttered to himself, how can it be so easy to solve the problem of being haunted by resentful spirits? Although the poacher saved his life.
But I'm afraid I will suffer a lot for the rest of my life.
Hu Ming could even tell that this man's energy and blood had suffered a huge loss, and he would not be able to live in peace for the rest of his life.
After the rest of the crowd dispersed, Hu Bayi explained to the lama his intention to find the ancient tomb of the evil god of the Demon Kingdom.
I want to ask Lama Ake to find an excellent singer and guide for a few people.
"... Digging ancient tombs is a sinful thing according to Buddha's philosophy, but the ancient tombs in the Demon Kingdom are different."
"It is rumored that demons are sealed in the ancient tombs of the Demonic Kingdom. Eradicating the ancient tombs of the Demonic Kingdom is a good deed of immeasurable merit. As for the singer... I was given the gift from heaven before I became a monk."
"I'll take you on this trip!" The lama just thought briefly and agreed while twisting his beads.
Instead of messing around looking for another singer, it’s better to let him come!
After all, he and Hu Bayi were old acquaintances. They hadn't seen each other for many years, so they naturally wanted to spend more time reminiscing about the past. In addition, as a lama, he certainly did his part in such a great meritorious matter.
Hu Ming doesn’t want to comment on this
Hu Ming did not recognize the great merits of Buddhism and even some other concepts, such as putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately.
According to records in ancient books, how many Buddhist protectors are murderous demons and ghosts?
As long as you put down your butcher knife and listen to the Buddha's teachings, can all the heinous sins you have committed in the past be wiped out?
It's just nonsense.
Hu Ming believed in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and blood for blood!
However, Hu Ming did not refuse.
This lama is well versed in Xinjiang customs and esoteric medicine. With his guidance and help, a lot of things will definitely be saved. Moreover, this lama is indeed a good lama with a good heart. Besides, he is an old friend of Hu Bayi.
There is no reason to refuse either emotionally or rationally.
Without further ado, Hu Ming and his party set off immediately after the lama said goodbye to the locals. The four of them headed west all the way to the westernmost part of Western Xinjiang, arriving at the ALD area under the Himalayas.
After resting for a few days in this small town with only a hundred or so households, the group set out for the ruins of the royal city to look for Jig Silver Eyes.
There is no major road leading to the Jig ruins.
The group found a local guide who was familiar with the route and terrain and hired a yak.
Let a few people with poor physical fitness and severe altitude sickness ride yaks.
The group of people moved forward at a slow pace. Along the way, the lama enthusiastically told Hu Ming and others the poems he had received from heaven that year.
Within a few days, a group of people could already see some wooden piles protruding from the ground on the roadside.
"This should be the outermost ruins of the ancient city. We are not far from our destination."
Hu Ming stepped forward and took a closer look. He found that these wooden piles were in a state of decay. They were very old and did not look like they were from recent decades.
Upon hearing about the ruins of the ancient city, Lei Xianxian, who was lying on the back of a cow and having difficulty breathing, became more energetic and stretched his neck to look towards the roadside.
Seeing this, Hu Ming sneered in his heart.
It's true that money can bring magic, and money can make ghosts grind. With his kind of virtue, if he encounters any danger, it will be a dead end.
Hu Ming is not Hu Bayi. Watching him die can be said to have no psychological burden at all.
Just as Hu Ming thought, after walking through this desolate ruins, the group walked for another whole day before they finally arrived at the ruins of the ancient city.
It has been discovered here for some years.
However, it did not attract the attention of the local government and did not arrange personnel to guard the place. It was not as important as the ancient ruins in later decades.
The good things inside have long been taken away by locals and foreign "explorers".
But that's fine, it's a lot more convenient for Hu Ming and the others.
At least, there is no need to fake your identity to sneak in. There are desolate carvings, painted walls, stone statues and other ruins everywhere.
From the bottom of the mountain, except for the temples with extremely strong civil structures, most of the houses in the ruins of the ancient city have collapsed. You can still see the remains of some city walls and watchtowers outside the ancient city.
The entire royal city is built on the mountain. The highest point is the royal palace on the top of the mountain, the middle layer is the temple, and the outermost bottom layer is the private houses and some defensive buildings.
The size of this royal city is not small, according to the records Lei Xianming saw in the scriptures of the Samsara Sect.
Jig Yinyan is not in the palace, but in a "Temple of Reincarnation" here.
Several people couldn't help but look at the Lama. After all, he is also the protector of the Buddha in Costume and is very familiar with the local Buddhist culture.
"The Samsara Temple is also a unique Buddhist temple in the history of Western Xinjiang. It has a very special appearance and I can spot it at a glance."
"After passing through the Dharma Protector Temple, the temple site with several red pillars at the back is the Reincarnation Temple in the Reincarnation Temple!"
As expected, the lama knew these things very well. After scanning a group of temples, he pointed at one temple and said definitely.
