typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

813, Rinchen Zamba (1/2)

It's getting darker and colder everywhere.

In such a cold place, it was difficult for even the torch to keep burning. It was squeezed, grinded, and swayed by the thick darkness all around, and finally went out completely.

Naikang took out the fire starter from his arms, but no matter how many methods he tried, he could not blow out the fire starter.

‘Flame’ has become a taboo here, on Dunwang Mountain, which suddenly becomes strange and unfamiliar.

"I can't light the fire!" Noyasu trembled and said to Miwang Atsuhiro.

He was trembling all over. On the back of his robe, on the mark of the human-shaped figure sitting cross-legged with his neck bones bent, as if he had no head, more and more ghee oozed out, becoming denser and thicker, as if they were filled with pus.

of pustules.

Feelings of weakness, hunger, and fear tortured Naikangze's body and mind.

Miwang was still carrying the body of 'Rinchen Zampa' on his back. He heard Naikangze's anxious voice and looked at the thick darkness around him. He was helpless and had nothing to do!

Along the way, the disciples who followed the three of them were all lost in the darkness.

None of those dedicated masters used the power of 'sacrifice' to avoid the inexplicable weirdness here.

——It’s not that the monks don’t want to use the ‘sacrifice’ to protect themselves, it’s that the monks have tried countless times, but every attempt has been unsuccessful, and they have not been able to successfully awaken the sacrificial book they worship!

Even Miwang can't use the power of his own sacrifice!

He also tried several times, but Samoto seemed to be suppressed by the darkness here and had no reaction at all!

"We can't go any further, we can't go any further -" Miwang was frightened in his heart and whispered to himself.

In the darkness all around, Atsuhiro's voice sounded: "If you don't move forward, where are you going?"

"Just stop where you are, wait a few hours, it should be dawn..." Miwang said.

"What if there is no 'dawn' on this Dunwang Mountain?

I'm so hungry, I'm so tired.

If I just stop there, I will be trapped and die on the mountain!" Naikang said anxiously.

"Father, I'm so hungry too..."

"I'm hungry……"

In the darkness, the whispers of Naikangze and his son gradually stopped.

The place has returned to silence.

But the silence didn't last long before it was broken by a scream——

Along with the scream, there was a scuffle in the darkness, and Miwang's continuous howling: "Lord, what are you doing - ah ah ah!

Little noble man, little noble man!

don't want!"

The sound of chewing continued in the darkness.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

Like chewing a crispy radish.

Hiss—hiss—

Like sucking.

While all kinds of chewing sounds were going on, the confused voices of Noyasunori and Atsuhiro sounded intermittently: "Miwang, what's wrong with you? Miwang?"

"Atsuhiro, try the fire trigger quickly, light the fire trigger quickly!"

Amidst the rustling sounds, a red flame was blown by 'Atsushi'.

The red fire reflected Atsuhiro's face that was stained even redder by blood plasma - his entire face was covered with blood. He looked at the man with his back turned to him, squatting in front of a mutilated corpse.

Father'.

Father's back was turned to Atsuhiro.

On the dark red silk robe on my father's back, there were clusters of granulations.

Drop by drop of butter exuding a milky and sweet smell, soaked in the clusters of granules - when Atsushi saw the clusters of sprouts growing on his father's back, the clusters of tender red granules and butter blended with each other, forming a lifelike picture.

Human skin as white as jade.

Under the human skin, muscles and bones gradually bulge, and the facial features are exposed.

Behind my father, there grew a woman who was as beautiful as a flower and had no clothes to cover her!

The blood on Atsuhiro Koman's face had disappeared. He looked at the woman infatuatedly. Behind him, pieces of flesh and blood were mixed with butter, forming a pair of red lips with clear lines!

The red lips are full of green ghost eyes!

The former Atsuhiro's face was covered with pieces of blood and flesh, but there was not a drop of blood on his hands, neck, or chest. He had been squatting behind his father and did not move.

Whose flesh and blood did he eat?

Naikangori, who had his back turned to Atsushi, had a large piece of flesh and blood torn on his chest. As the corpse of Rinchen Zamba grew up behind him, the flesh and blood on his chest was gradually healing.

Through the hole in his chest as big as a human face, one can see his lungs and organs. After many blood vessels were involved, the skin and flesh attached to the vertebrae had all disappeared. The area behind his heart where the flesh and blood had been removed was as big as a human face.

.

That area was covered by Rinchen Zampa's body.

Naiyang wiped his hands on the clothes of Miwang who fell to the ground and wiped away some of the blood on his hands. He turned back and glanced at Atsuhiro, who lit the torch in a panic.

The father and son used the light of the fire to shuttle through the deep forest again.

The fire could only allow the two of them to slightly identify where they were at the moment, but it could not dispel the darkness around them at all. However, the father and son seemed to be already familiar with the road as they walked through the mountains and forests.

They walked through the forest for a while and found a cave covered by vines and grass.

The two cleared the soil and grass in front of the cave and dug out the dusty cave. Without any communication with each other, they stepped into the cave one after another without hesitation.

Atsuhiro held up the torch, and the moment he stepped into the cave, the torch went out quietly.

He never tried to light the torch again.

Father and son walked silently through the dark cave.

The lifelike corpse of Rinchen Zamba appeared behind Naikangze, and the pictures of red lips and green eyes appeared behind Atsushi, appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

The cave was so quiet that the two of them walked here, but not even the slightest sound of footsteps echoed.

They walked for a while, until at the end of the darkness a red light suddenly lit up - everything around them gradually emerged - the current location of Yasunze and his son was not in a cave at all!

The two are under a "line of sky" similar to two mountains sandwiched between walls.

On both sides of them, the mountain walls stood tall, extending to the end of their sight. The sky between the two mountains had become a shallow 'line'.

That's a blood-red 'line'!

In the blood-colored sky, all kinds of inexplicable and lake-like objects are entangled in it, like clusters of scattered clouds. Each object exudes an indescribable gloomy atmosphere. They render the line of sky more and more scarlet and red.

chaos.

under the sky,

On the mountain walls of the two mountains, dark, iron-like wooden horizontal bars were cut into the mountain walls, and many wooden rafts were laid on the horizontal bars.

A black cloth bag hangs on a wooden raft supported by two or three horizontal bars.

Time has left traces on many black cloth pockets, making them rotten.

Inside the rotten black cloth pockets, corpses wrapped with blood-red ropes were revealed!

Numerous corpses were all wrapped in white cloth. Their neck bones were bent forward, their heads were pressed against their chests, their hands formed a 'swastika seal' on their heads, and the aroma of butter spread freely throughout the place!

Every corpse was covered with cracks like porcelain.

And in the cracks on the corpse, there is tsampa wrapped in butter slowly spreading out from the blood-red cracks!

Yasunori and Atsuhiro looked at the corpses sitting upright on the walls of the two mountains. The corpse faces, lips and eyes shown behind the two people disappeared without a trace, and between the mountain walls, there was an empty body.

On the raft, a bulging black cloth bag appeared.

The rope at the top of the black cloth bag was not tightened and had faded downwards a lot.

Then a beautiful female corpse was revealed in the black cloth pocket, sitting cross-legged, with head held high and chest raised, with her hands in the 'swastika' seal. There seemed to be a smile on the lips of the female corpse, and her posture was completely different from the many corpses around her!

Among the many corpses, only 'she' was sitting upright with her head held high, unlike other corpses, which had their necks tied tightly with ropes and their heads pressed tightly against their chests.

"Heaven is the world of 'Lu'!

The divine eagle is the messenger of Lu!

Pieces of flesh and blood mixed with tsampa and butter are the favorites of the messengers——

Please ask the messenger to take away every piece of flesh and blood and every drop of bone marrow of Rinchen Zangpa——

Please take her into Lu's world!

Please let her be Lu!"

The dazed Noyasunori and Atsuhiro, who were standing under the "line of sky", suddenly knelt on the ground. Their faces showed an indescribable look of obsession. They raised their arms to the sky and shouted out secret sentences.

Tibetan language.

Desolation and words hover in the bloody sky!

The father and son had never learned a language with such mysterious power, but they spoke it out naturally now, as if these spells with mysterious power had actually existed deep in their souls.

It is a treasure hidden deep in the soul!

It’s a ‘terma’!

"ah!"

"ah--"

As the father and son shouted loudly, the chaotic objects in the bloody sky suddenly collided fiercely. In their fierce collision, the shrill screams spread throughout the mountain stream!

A pouring rain of blood fell.

Nai Yasunori, Atsuhiro stretched out his hand to hold a drop of bright red rainwater, and swallowed it hungrily.

The walls of the two mountains were washed blood red by the blood rain.

The corpses on the rafts were washed into a magnificent blood jade color by the blood rain——

A blood-red rope, wrapped with yellow and white fat, like an intestine, gradually emerged from the collision of chaotic objects, winding towards the sky and growing downwards!

"The kings of Tianchi climbed up the ladder to heaven and entered the heavenly realm with the rope of heaven.

The sky rope is coming down!"

When Naikang saw the blood-red rope hanging from the sky, he suddenly became excited and shouted wildly.

The rope hung down from the sky, and in the bloody sky, the chaotic objects seemed to be pulled by this rope, gathering on the top of the two mountain walls——

Huge corpses, mutilated internal organs, broken bones, and blood flowed out, making the sky red.

These countless "objects" gathered together to form a giant figure lying in the sky, facing the "earth" where Noyasunori and Atsuhiro stood.

1 second to remember:.Mobile version reading URL:


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next