Chapter seven hundred and thirty eight: proud sons of different eras
"Monk?"
This was not the first time he had seen the monk.
Except for Pang Pang, I remember the last time was in the mysterious tomb in District 13.
It's just that these monks are completely different from the monks I have seen.
They were covered in red robes that looked very elegant in the wind and snow, and wore a big hat that looked like a cockscomb on their heads. They walked barefoot in the snow, holding a string of beads made of bones in their hands.
"They should be called Lamas."
The ghost princess explained to him.
"Lama! What is that??" Ding Xiaoyi asked curiously.
The ghost princess raised her lips slightly: "Still a monk."
Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyi twitched the corner of his mouth and cursed in his mind: "Pretentious!"
Although the lamas in this group were walking barefoot, their speed was not slow at all. They came from a distance in just a few brisk steps.
However, they completely ignored the ghost princess and themselves.
He didn't even mean to look at her, he lowered his head, recited scriptures, and walked along the ridge.
"Just in time, we are following them!"
Seeing someone leading the way, the ghost princess was naturally happy and led Ding Xiaoyi to follow behind these lamas.
This walk lasted a full day and night.
The mountains in front of us seem to be endless, one after another, each one is higher and more trembling.
At first, Ding Xiaoyi thought that with his physical strength, he could just climb a few mountains, which was no big deal.
But as time went by, Ding Xiaoyi found that he had overestimated himself.
As soon as you step on it, it feels like your feet are filled with lead weights, and it becomes more and more difficult to lift them up.
It's fine during the day, but at night, the sky is like ink, the stars and moon disappear, and it seems to be plunged into eternal darkness.
At a glance, there are shadows of mountains in front of us, creating unspeakable oppression, endless fear, and a terrifying suffocation. It seems like there are many black mountains falling from the sky.
It makes everyone look extremely small.
Being in this place, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't even tell the direction. If it weren't for the lamas in front of them to guide them, I'm afraid that just the two of them would get lost here if they were not careful.
Fortunately, although it was cold here, the animal skins on his body were extremely warm.
Ding Xiaoyi took out the [Yin Yang Universe Disk] and threw the animal skins into it, turning the skins into a set of close-fitting clothes and leather boots. As soon as he put them on, his whole body felt warm.
The ghost princess glanced at this and just muttered: "These old guys are quite willing to give it up!"
At this time, the lamas in front slowly stopped, formed a circle, and sat in the wind and snow.
He took out some dried meat from his backpack and stuffed it into his mouth. He picked up a handful of snow on the ground, warmed it in his mouth, and drank it as water.
In contrast, Ding Xiaoyi was much more comfortable. He picked up some pancakes with sauce and meat, squatted in the leeward place and ate them wildly.
At this time, he couldn't care less about his appearance.
Because it's too cold here, if you put things outside, they will be frozen into hard objects within a few seconds and cannot be chewed at all.
As for the ghost princess, this bitch doesn't need to eat at all.
Before going up the mountain, she caught a lot of strange beasts and sucked them to her fill. Along the way, with these lamas leading the way, she saves worry and effort, and consumes nothing at all.
After eating, these lamas began to recite scriptures one after another, and Ding Xiaoyi was not surprised when he saw this.
It seems that I have seen them chanting sutras at noon and evening.
According to the explanation of the ghost princess, these lamas must recite sutras at fixed times in the morning, noon and evening every day. This is a compulsory course for them.
I can just take advantage of this time to take a rest.
As the sun gradually rises, the morning glow makes the clouds in front of you covered with a layer of golden light. The light even illuminates the mountains behind with seven colors of brilliance.
The group of people heard bursts of music playing from a distance.
The sound is ethereal and lively, like the cry of birds.
After listening to it for a while, Ding Xiaoyi felt his head buzzing, and his whole body seemed to be flying with joy to the sound of music.
But before he could fall silent in the music, a cold slap suddenly woke him up.
When he looked up, he saw the ghost princess sitting next to him with a cold face.
Seeing him waking up, I couldn't help but sneered: "Isn't it nice to hear, isn't it very moving!!"
Ding Xiaoyi nodded numbly.
Seeing this, the ghost princess leaned close to his ear and whispered: "If I told you that it was the scream of a dead person, would you still think it sounded good..."
"The screams of a dead man!!"
His heart tightened, and he felt that the sound in his ears suddenly no longer seemed so beautiful.
"There is a kind of feathered people in the world. They are born with innate spirits. They will not speak easily in their lives, but when they suffer great pain, they will scream like this.
But their screams are as moving as fairy music to other people's ears.
So in order to hear their singing, a unique punishment was specially tailored for them, called torture."
The ghost princess explained in detail that the so-called grinding method is to hang their hands between special millstones, and as the millstone rotates, starting from their feet, grinding upwards inch by inch.
Every time the millstone rotates, they can't stand the severe pain and scream in agony.
When it is used up, apply the medicine on the wound, and when you want to listen next time, continue to grind it along the location of the wound.
Such an adult Yuman can often be used for several months if it is well maintained and not used frequently.
But if a large-scale banquet is held, hundreds of feathered people will often be crushed alive into a pile of meat dregs in one day.
She spoke very slowly and her voice was very soft.
But Ding Xiaoyi was horrified by what he heard. It was hard to imagine what a cruel scene it was.
"Oh, I forgot, Yuren's flesh is a top-quality treasure, and their flesh and blood will stick together."
It only takes more than a hundred years to turn into a stone-like appearance, which lasts all year round. After being cut open, the meat inside is tender and delicious, making it a rare treasure in the world.
Moreover, eating one slice can rejuvenate people and increase their life expectancy by anywhere from tens to hundreds of years."
Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyi felt sick and his face suddenly became very ugly.
Seeing how he was holding back his nausea, the ghost princess covered her mouth and chuckled: "Hahahaha, I'm a fool who lied to you!"
Ding Xiaoyi was startled when he heard this, but in his heart he didn't feel that the ghost princess was deceiving him.
Because what she said was so true, as if she had witnessed it with her own eyes.
At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from not far away.
A lama made a strange cry, as if he couldn't stand the disturbance of the music.
His eyes bloomed with golden light, and he opened his eyes wide and looked at the mountains in the distance.
However, when he looked deep into the mountains ahead, he suddenly screamed, fell to the ground, and a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his eye.
His eyes were shattered, blood dripped out, and his entire eyeball exploded completely. He fell to the ground and let out a miserable cry.
However, the other lamas paid no attention to this and continued to recite the scriptures silently, not stopping at all because of their companion's injuries.
Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi wanted to help. After all, he followed all the way, and everyone was regarded as a grasshopper on a rope.
But when his hands touched these lamas, a strange scene appeared.
I saw that my hand passed directly through the lama's body without any hindrance.
Ding Xiaoyi tried several times, but without exception, he found that he could not touch the lama's body at all.
Seeing this, he could only look back at the ghost princess.
"How can there be lamas in this era? The people you and I see now are not on the same timeline. They may be people hundreds of years later, or even thousands of years later. They may also be able to see you, but the same
I can’t really have substantive contact with you.”
After speaking, the ghost princess looked at the mountains in the distance: "Unless you truly set foot in Kunlun, where is the source of all things, and where are people from any timeline meeting."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but look at Ding Xiaoyi: "Don't you always think of yourself as extraordinary? Just take this opportunity to take a closer look. Let's see how long you can go on this road with the proud people of the world.
How high!"
After saying that, the ghost princess smiled sinisterly on her face: "I just woke you up once, just to remind you. It is a gift from me as an elder. It will save those old people from having grievances, but the rest of the way