Mustache's tone was very firm, but Old Zhao hesitated because he could see that Mustache and Kelsang Medo must have some relationship beyond the normal scope. Duoji had already briefly told him how to change the feelings in Kelsang Medo's heart.
The seeds and her remaining spiritual consciousness were transferred, and Lao Zhao didn't want Mustache to see this process.
"Let's get started." Mustache said quietly. He wanted to remove Gesang Medo's hand from his, but the other party's grip was very tight, and it took a lot of effort to pull her fingers away one by one.
Break it apart.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Mustache opened Kelsang Medo's hand and turned to stand aside, he seemed to see several of Kelsang Medo's slender fingers trembling slightly.
It feels like a person is unwilling to throw away something extremely important to him or her.
Duoji is a weirdo and rarely communicates with others, but he seems to appreciate Mustache's silence and perseverance. He also told Mustache through Lao Zhao, reassuring him that although he only had one chance, he would definitely try his best.
"Dorji, is there really only one chance? What will be the consequences if you fail?" Lao Zhao was not willing to let the seeds in Gesang Meiduo's heart remain silent and disappear forever.
Dorje pulled off the three small flags on Gesangmeduo's head and shoulders. Then, he took out a black ball about the size of a lotus seed from a very delicate ivory box. He said, this thing is in
There is probably only one left in the world. If it fails this time, the two women in front of it will completely turn into corpses.
"This?" Lao Zhao stared at the ball. He felt that it was very similar to the elixir made by Taoists in China, and also very similar to the Chinese patent medicine in the Chinese medicine shop.
"Idiot." Duoji rolled his eyes and told Lao Zhao to get away.
Then, Duoji placed the body of the very young Tibetan girl that Lao Zhao had just stolen next to Gesang Meiduo. The two dead women seemed to be sleeping quietly. Then, Duoji placed the body of the young Tibetan girl who had just been stolen by Zhao.
The ball was gently placed on Gesang Meiduo's philtrum, and he took out a piece of black incense as thick as his little finger and lit it on the fire.
A very strong medicinal smell mixed with a faint Tibetan fragrance dispersed as the black incense burned. Dorje held the black incense near Gesang Meiduo's head and kept shaking it, murmuring in his mouth.
Curse, the ancient Ao Cult spell seems to have distorted some common sense of physics. The green smoke of the black incense condensed into a stream, constantly floating around the black ball.
About five minutes later, the small black ball, which was like an elixir, suddenly exploded. The black skin outside was gone, and a curled-up black insect slowly began to tremble and revive. In a short period of time,
This black bug stretched out its body. It was not big and looked a bit like a land bug.
The black bug had no tentacles. It was on the middle of Gesang Medo's body, very close to his nose. Then, the black bug became faster and faster, spinning back and forth, and crawled in through the nostrils.
At this time, Lao Zhao turned his eyes and looked at Mustache and said softly: "I finally know how this thing is done. Duoji just told me that the woman's brain must be completely taken out. This...
..”
Mustache's heart twitched. Facing a very close person, whether she was alive or dead, Mustache didn't want her to be hurt in any way, but there was no way.
Regarding the principles of trade-offs, he naturally knows more and more thoroughly than Wei Tian. God is actually very fair. When you gain something, you must lose something, but this loss may be invisible and temporarily unavailable.
Just noticed.
Dorji's mantras controlled the black insect, and the insect got into Gesangmei Duo's nostrils. Its movements could not be seen, but Old Zhao and even Mustache vaguely knew that this black insect was constantly moving.
It devoured Gesang Meiduo's brain. This was cruel, especially to Mustache. No wonder Lao Zhao wanted to avoid him before.
The mustache clenched his fists and stared at Kelsang Medo's body without even blinking. The sound of chanting was continuous, and Kelsang Medo's head seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread.
It was shaking from side to side, and after about ten minutes, the sound of chanting stopped. It stopped for a few minutes, and then started again.
This was repeated five or six times, and it took more than an hour before Gesangmedo's head finally came to a standstill. Her face had no color, and there was a faint stream of slightly black blood flowing out of her nostrils.
Dorje put his hand on Gesangmeduo
In front of his nose, at the same time, the black bug came out of the nostril and was pinched tightly by Duoji's fingers. Immediately, the bug, which was only as big as a lotus seed, slowly expanded, and in three minutes it became
It's as big as a fist, like a black discus.
Duoji was also very quick with his things. He grabbed the bug with one hand, and took out a knife as sharp as a scalpel from somewhere with the other hand. He skillfully scraped off a piece of hair on the top of Gesang Medo's head. This position is at
In some ancient religions in Tibetan areas, it is considered to be the place where the spiritual consciousness of the human body comes in and out. Dorje took off a thin layer of skin from the top of her head, covered the skin on the back of the black insect, and drew a string of charms.
Old Zhao turned to look at the silent mustache again, opened his mouth, but refrained from speaking. In fact, he wanted to tell mustache that this black bug had eaten all the brains of that woman.
Duoji took out a very thin and long thread again, tied up the eight-legged insect like a crab, and then asked Lao Zhao to hold the thread and hang the insect in front of the young Tibetan girl's face.
The secret mantra of Stork in the ancient religion has really begun. The secret mantra allows the spiritual consciousness of two different bodies to merge and then transfer. The black insect is just a transit point, and the body of the young Tibetan girl is the final destination. As
The chanting of the Stomantic Mantra, the one who was bound
The solid eight-legged black insect started to burn like an object that suddenly spontaneously ignited. The smoke from the burning was like a slowly floating cloud, covering the Tibetan girl's face, and then slowly followed her eyes,
Nose, mouth, ears, little by little flow into the body.
The black eight-legged bug burned very thoroughly, not even ashes were left. When the bug burned out, it was also the time when Duoji's chant reached its peak. That kind of chant can shake the soul, making the mustache feel faintly out of breath.
feeling.
The last chant suddenly stopped, and Mustache could clearly see that the Tibetan girl's stiffened fingers trembled as if she had been electrocuted.
This may be the most difficult thing that Xiaozhu has ever seen in his life for him to understand and believe. This Tibetan girl whose heartbeat had stopped for a long time actually recovered little by little under the influence of the Stoman Mantra and the eight-legged black insect.
There were signs of life. Her stiff body slowly softened and regained a little warmth. Starting from her fingertips, the signs of trembling became more and more obvious.
I don’t know how long it took, but when the young Tibetan girl opened her eyes, Lao Zhao’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Although he knew this, he had stolen the girl’s cold body with his own hands.
Life was restored, which is a miracle among miracles.
However, both Xiaozi and Lao Zhao knew that what this Tibetan girl gained was not real life, but the immortal spiritual consciousness supporting her body. She was just like Huaiqinglin back then, she could not live long.
Once she goes through a period of time, she will be completely wiped out.
But at this moment, this Tibetan girl looks so alive. She is no longer the person she was before her death, nor is she the complete Kelsang Meiduo, but there are some things in her mind that will never be erased.
, when her eyes opened, she turned to the mustache.
The young Tibetan girl felt an invisible affinity with this thin, stern man with a beard. She did not feel strange at all, as if he was reborn in a second life with the memories of his previous life after a cycle of life and death.
.She remembered some of the past, remembered Mustache's name, and remembered the aura of security and trust in this man that made her feel safe and trustworthy.
Mustache didn't know what he was doing. His legs moved step by step. In front of him were two women, one dead and one alive. His psychology suddenly couldn't accept the changes in front of him, and he still stubbornly walked around.
He opened the door to the young Tibetan girl and slowly held Kelsang Meiduo's completely cold hand.
He had no tears, only a drop of blood rolling in his heart. He was sad, but he knew that Kelsang Medo was dead, truly dead.
There was silence in the cave. Dorji and Lao Zhao shrank into a corner and whispered softly. The mustache lowered his head and held Gesang Meiduo's hand. The young Tibetan girl sat quietly behind him. Her eyes
As clear and translucent as crystal, a touch of blood seemed to appear on her fair face.
She didn't seem to care at all about what happened just now, and she didn't want to ask why she appeared here from a far away place. She was very quiet.
After a long time, Mustache felt a soft hand patting him gently. He turned around slowly and saw the young Tibetan girl looking at him quietly, with her two hands slowly crossing each other.
This kind of body language was similar to mute language, and people present suddenly felt that she was mute? She couldn't speak?
Mustache has never learned mute language, and rarely communicates with people who use mute language, but there is a very, very strange and special feeling in him, as if he can understand what this Tibetan girl wants to express through her gestures.
As this quiet Tibetan girl kept changing her hand movements, a little surprise finally appeared in Mustache's eyes, and he completely understood what this girl wanted to express.