The mouth on the skull was much larger than that of a normal person. I looked at it for a long time and thought it might be a mask. Why was it wrapped in this piece of savage fur and thrown into the hell behind the iron gate? Fatty and I couldn't figure it out.
, looking at the traces of artificial processing on the fur, I don’t know if it’s worth it.
We took a breath for a while and felt that we were almost ready to move. When we saw more and more little muskrats running around in the corners, we didn't dare to hold back any longer and quickly left this place where bones were slowly getting tired. Because as soon as I looked behind the door
Looking at the terrain, it is already clear that the iron gate is not used to block the sin-eating Balu at all, but to prevent the criminals who fell from above from running out from the door. Several large holes in the sloping roof are
It is for the sin-eating baloos to come in and out. If two more crawl in, it will be difficult to deal with.
The fat man used the savage fur to re-wrap the strange mask and tuck it under it. One after another, we crawled out of the secret cave. There was a bright moon in the sky outside, it was mid-night, and there were blood stains on the ground of the Samsara Temple.
The wet ones were all the stumps of Adong's body that had been chewed away. The relatively complete ones were his two white thighs that had been separated. Apart from a few bones in his upper body, there was basically nothing left. It was really miserable.
The fat man and I discussed that no matter what you say, he came all the way and don't let his body be exposed here. But if it is too troublesome to dig a hole and bury it, we might as well throw the remaining bits and pieces of his body into a secret place.
Go into the cave.
The two of us threw Adong's stump into the black iron door in a hurry, and then put the silver-eyed Buddha statue back. If you steal something like this, you will definitely get retribution, so let it stay in the secret room.
Then he closed the iron door again, blocked it tightly with broken bricks and rotten wood, and then returned the way he came.
On the way back, the fat man kept sighing and sympathized with Adong's tragic fate: I discovered a truth, not everyone can be a hero. Commander Hu, what you said makes sense. The more critical the moment, the more important it is.
The more you dare to act like a bastard.
I said to the fat man: You can't always act like a bastard. The blind man has a saying that is very good. In this world, there are many unintentional disasters. The dangers in the world are not unique to storms. In the face of various dangers of different natures, we will
We must adopt different countermeasures. Since ancient times, attacking the city is the bottom and attacking the heart is the top. In the future, we must strengthen our ideological propaganda offensive and strive to psychologically disintegrate the enemy.
We were walking and chatting, and we were talking endlessly, but suddenly we heard a series of footsteps behind us, as if someone was following us. I became alert, so I immediately stopped talking and looked back behind me. It was silent.
The shadows of the mountains and forests cast by the moonlight fell darkly on the earth, and their outlines looked like ferocious beasts. The wind was howling on the desolate plateau, and the wind was blowing. Maybe what just happened was just an illusion.
Although nothing unusual was found, I felt like something was not right, so Fatty and I quickened our pace and hurried back to the fortress where the expedition team camped. When no one noticed, we got back into our sleeping bags and fell asleep with our heads covered.
, Early the next morning, Uncle Ming asked us if we had seen that bad guy Adong. Fatty and I shook our heads like rattles, but we didn’t see it. I said that Adong might have thought it was too hard to carry the oxygen cylinder and couldn’t bear the burden.
Damn it, I deserted early.
The fat man pretended to be even more evil: A Dong, isn't he in Beijing? Why is he here? Uncle Ming, are you too old and confused to be hypoxic? Hurry up and get intubated.
Uncle Ming had no choice but to ask Peter Huang to search around, but when he saw no results, he stopped interfering. He was just a follower anyway. Whether he was dead or alive had nothing to do with the overall situation.
The guide told us that day that we would not leave today. The wind blew most of the night late last night. It seemed that there would be heavy rain today. There were too many yaks in our team. Yaks on the plateau are not afraid of wolves or Tibetan bears. However,
I am most afraid of thunder. If I encounter thunder and lightning on the road, I will definitely run away and run around, so I have to delay for one more day and wait until tomorrow to go out to Senge Zangbo.
When we thought about it, we already knew the approximate location of Karamir in the Kunlun Mountains. Even if we reached Karamir, we would not be able to enter the mountain for the time being because the equipment and materials had not arrived yet. When everything was ready, we would be almost across the Tibetan plateau.
The journey was long, and there was no need to waste a day or two, so we stayed in the ruins of the fortress. Sure enough, before noon, the sky became dark and cloudy, and it finally started to rain.
Everyone was drinking dried butter tea and waiting in the castle. Due to the rain, the air pressure was lower. Axiang felt it was difficult to breathe and stayed in the back room to sleep. The rest of the people discussed the next action plan, and then the fat man told Uncle Ming and others.
He started his magnificent fighting career and frightened those people into being stunned.
I took the opportunity to call the lama and Lama into the stone house where I slept. I took out the savage's fur and the paper mask and showed them to them. I also briefly told them what happened last night, but I told them
It's best not to tell Uncle Ming about A Dong's death, so as not to cause misunderstanding. He might think that Fatty and I killed A Dong for money. Don't cause trouble yourself.
After hearing this, I was a little angry: You are too courageous. You dare to go to the ancient city late at night to play pranks with your bare hands. Fortunately, you have been a lieutenant for several years, but you don't look stable at all. What if something unexpected happens?
I said to him: A hero does not bear the courage of his past. Remembering the glorious past is so thick. Last night, including what happened before, has become a small wave in the long river of history. Let us not dwell on the past that has become an objective reality.
Now, look at the words on this mask. Can you identify it? This is the only thing with words in the Reincarnation Temple. There are many similarities between the Reincarnation Sect and the Demonic Kingdom's beliefs. Maybe there will be some valuable information in it.
He said helplessly: You are so eloquent. You should not be a soldier. You should be a lawyer or some kind of politician. After saying that, he took the mask and looked at it. He said curiously: This is written in Portuguese.
of the Bible.
In addition to being good at looking for dragons, I also have a good skill, that is, if someone asks me some questions that I don't want to answer, I will pretend not to hear, so I asked if you know Portuguese, how can I write this word?
Like bunches of grapes.
He shook his head and said: I can only understand a little bit of the Bible. I am very familiar with it. This must mean that the Bible is not wrong.
With the help of the lama, we can finally conclude that this mask is the image of a reincarnation demon. The use of the Bible to make such a terrifying mask is probably related to the previous religious extermination conflict in Tibet. The fur of Himalayan savages
It is a treasure loved by the nobles of ancient Tibet. It is said to have a thermal insulation effect and can preserve the body if wrapped in it. The royal nobles like to put it on their backs as cloaks when hunting, which can hide the human smell in the wind.
; It is also said that this kind of fur can wrap the soul and prevent it from ever being freed.
Wanting to see what the mystery was in this mask, I peeled off the dry pages of the mask layer by layer. Now there are many zigzag lines drawn on the pages of these Bible books. It is a map, with waterways and mountains.
, and there is a castle tower, but I don’t know where it is.
Since there is no longer any basis, we can only speculate based on the terrain in the map. This may be the map of the ancient Xiangxiong Dynasty in the Land of the Dapeng Bird, or it may be the map of the Phoenix Palace in Kunlun Mountain, because the ancient map has disappeared.
There was a deep connection between the Ge Dynasty and these two landowners, and it is very likely that the information about these two ancient ruins was preserved. Some foreigners secretly copied it and prepared to hunt for treasures or do other things, but they did not have time to go.
Then something unexpected happened, and the man was thrown into hell and fed the sin-eating Malu. The Bible with the secretly drawn map was made into the face of the devil, wrapped in savage fur, and thrown into hell. But the details were very different.
From what we can deduce, this almost unrecognizable map has some value.
I was busy repairing the drawings, so I turned around and went out to drink butter tea. At this time, the rain outside had become much lighter, but the thunder was rumbling, and it seemed that more rain was still brewing. It was dark as if it were night. Look
It’s hard to say whether the weather will clear up tomorrow. The fat man in the outhouse was sitting by the fire and was chatting excitedly. Uncle Ming Peter, Huang Hansuna, whose name was the auspicious guide Tashi, were all listening with their mouths wide open, listening attentively.
Just listen to the fat man frothing at the mouth and say: Fat Master, I unloaded eight pieces of the old rice dumpling in the big coffin, buried the head on the roadside, buried the arms and thighs in the east and west mountains respectively, and there was only one body left in the middle.
He kicked his feet into the river.
The fat man said to Peter Huang: Do you know about your Prince Siramak? Just when the old man came to China, the streets were filled with waist drum troupes to welcome him. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs insisted on letting me go to meet him.
Damn it, I didn’t have the time, so I fled to the countryside because of the chaos, and lived in a haunted house where seventeen people were said to have died. The fat man has this temper, he doesn’t believe in that, what kind of haunted house is that?
I followed it correctly, and in the evening I started to count the bright objects I got back from the old zongzi. As soon as I counted them, guess what?
Uncle Ming shook his head and said: Are you mistaken? If you don't tell us, how can we guess how many weapons you took?
The fat man said: Don't mention it and return it to the open weapon. As soon as he was halfway through the lighting, the door was knocked open. The thunder outside came one after another. The door opened by itself, and something rolled in from the outside. It was what I buried in the room.
The head by the river.
Uncle Ming and others were bored and listened to the fat man talking about mountains and rivers. Although they knew he was talking nonsense, there was thunder outside at this time, and the abandoned castle was gloomy and dark, so they couldn't help but become nervous.
I felt funny in my heart and thought, Fatty, you are really good, just talk about it. It would be better to scare Uncle Ming out of his heart disease, so that we can have an excuse to go to Karamir to find Longding without these burdens.
I walked to the teapot and just picked up the bowl to pour some tea. Suddenly I heard a woman's exclamation from inside, as if Axiang, isn't she sleeping? At this moment, everyone in the room stood up, even
Tiebang Lama and also walked out.
Everyone was worried that something had happened to Axiang. They were about to go in to see her, but they saw Axiang running out barefoot and threw herself into Uncle Ming's arms. Uncle Ming quickly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, good girl, something happened."
Axiang looked around at everyone in the room with her big, dull eyes, and said to Uncle Ming: Godfather, I'm so scared. I saw A Dong walking around the room covered in blood.
Others didn't think so, but Fatty and I, who knew about Adong's death, all felt a chill coming from our backs. At this time, Lama Tiebang stepped forward and said: He is in the bardo, and he must do the bardo to die as soon as possible.
, otherwise he will kill the living people here.
Lama Tiebang said that the bardo body is not a resentful soul, but better than a resentful soul. In Tantra, it is believed that the period after a person dies until he is reincarnated is called the bardo. The lama asked A Xiang if he could see the bardo now.
where are you
Axiang raised her finger tremblingly, and everyone subconsciously took a step back, only to see her finger pointed straight at Tiebang Lama. Shumeng