|Xiaojun lowered his voice. wWw.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.Com said unhurriedly: "The small town of Yi'er is adjacent to Nammu | It is not on the traffic line. It is not unusual for no tourists to stay. But there is not even a passing pilgrim. This is not right. Bar?"
Namtso is the holy place of Tibetan Buddhism. Every spring and summer. There will be a large number of believers from all over the world to make pilgrimages. Among them there are many people who have come all the way to show their piety and asceticism. These ascetics don't care about transportation lines and roads. in their hearts. The ruggedness under your feet is the destination of merit, and Namtso at the end of your sight is your destination.
But these ascetic people. Arrive at the edge of town. will be bypassed. It won't pass through. I won't even stay here.
"Because the people in this town are not Buddhists at all.
"Gu Xiaojun's voice was very soft, but his tone was very serious.
Tibet has a long religious history. But it's not complicated. Tibetan Buddhism is the result of the combination of Tibetan Buddhism and imported Buddhism. Although Wen Leyang didn't know much about Tibet. But he also knows. Tibetans are mostly devout in their beliefs. Whether it's the Potala Palace or Namtso Lake. As early as more than a thousand years. It has become the spiritual sustenance and the destination of faith of the Tibetan people.
Gu Xiaojun continued: "This town is close to Namtso Lake. But the people in the town are not Buddhists. In the eyes of many Tibetans, this itself is a sin. So no one wants to come in."
Xiao Sha almost closed her eyes. Shaking his head, his face was full of doubts: "That's not right either. Tibetan people are fierce. Will they allow a group of people who don't believe in Buddhism to live on the edge of the holy lake?"
Gu Xiaojun glared at him. In comparison, the old man's eyes looked very big: "On the edge of the holy lake. Fighting and killing are not allowed. Although the people here do not believe in Buddhism, they do not destroy Buddhism. They live their own lives. The two have nothing to do with each other! Do you think hiding All the eminent monks are like you. Are you always ready to fight?"
Only then did Wen Leyang know. It turns out that Xiaosha also has a bad temper.
"But..." Gu Xiaojun's tone changed. He brought the conversation back: "There are records. In the seven hundred years ago, some Tibetans asked them to move away. It almost led to a conflict. However, it was stopped by the Geshe Lama who was praying by the lake at the time. .From then on, no one paid attention to this place."
Feifei was stunned for a moment. Somewhat unexpectedly, he asked: "Seven hundred years ago, this town existed?" Then he looked at Wen Leyang with a puzzled face. He smiled and explained: "A remote town. It has lasted for seven hundred years. It will either develop and grow, or it will disappear without a trace. Especially here. It is almost incompatible with the surroundings. If it can be passed down for seven hundred years, it will be really strange!"
Wen Leyang didn't realize it: "The Wen Miao and Luo families didn't have contact with outsiders before. It has been passed down for more than two thousand years."
Feifei shook his head: "It's different. You three families are secluded. But they are not completely isolated from the world. The girls of the Wen family will get married. The men of the Wen family will also marry their wives from outside! Even the most isolated young people. They will intermarry with the Miao people nearby. If we really count, your three families are branches outside. But they are gone!"
Gu Xiaojun nodded from the side: "That's right. The people in Yi'er town have almost no contact with outsiders. Secondly, outsiders will not come into contact with them. Let alone hundreds of years or longer. Just a few decades. It stands to reason. I can’t even hold on!”
Wen Leyang held up half a carrot. There was confusion on his face. He looked very unintelligent: "Then what's going on with them? It's impossible for them all to..." He said half-way. Suddenly he remembered a possibility that horrified him: "Aren't they all old goblins who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years?"
On the current path of cultivation. Not counting monsters like the Big and Little Rabbit Demon, the Black and White Island Sword Fairy, and others. An average expert can live a long life of two or three hundred years. Whether it is the 300-year-old Zi Que Zhenren who has passed away or the 200-year-old monk Xijue of the Great Mercy Temple. They all hold great positions on the path of cultivation.
If it were someone from this town. It’s all a matter of thousands of years of practice. Needless to say, there is no need to say more about the strength.
Gu Xiaojun shook his head. Although his expression was solemn. But he was not discouraged at all: "I don't know." The mystery. There are not many scriptures and histories handed down. There are even fewer records about the small town of Huer. Anyway, we are already here. I can't think of anything that I can't do. Just a guess. Just wait and see!" He said. He took out a not too small schoolbag from his luggage and handed it to little-eyed Xiaosha. Follow. Wen Leyang unexpectedly appeared. The face of the old man who was usually so serious. Now there is a trace of a lewd smile.
Xiao Sha opened her schoolbag without knowing why. He took out what looked like a folded plastic bag. Then a strange cry came out. His face turned red instantly.
Fei Fei also screamed. Jump up and run outside the tent. Unexpectedly, he bumped into Qin Zhui who was sneaking in.
Tapered body shape and dexterity. He stretched out his hand to gently support Fei Fei, whose face was flushed. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw the thing in Xiaosha's hand. With a curious smile on his face, he asked: "This is really clever. What is it used for?" He took a deep breath. Blow hard into the air nozzle on a pocket.
The aura of the monk was indeed extraordinary. There was a bang. A life-sized woman with unknown material but first-class feel suddenly appeared in Qin Zhui's hand!
Gu Xiaojun tried hard to maintain a serious face. He said to Xiaosha: "Stop thinking! Today is the middle of the month. The people of Jiugui Sect are going to offer sacrifices! All the cults are here now. There are no sacrifices. Can you fool me?"
Wen Leyang couldn't laugh or cry: "Sacrifice with **. This is not fooling. This is directly slapping other cults in the face!"
Fei Fei blushed and shook her head. Pointing at Xiaosha: "He...he has a way!"
Xiaosha's face almost turned red. He looked at Wen Leyang with a wry smile: "Among the folk tricks, the most common ones are blindfolds. If you have this in your hand..." he said. He patted**: "It's not a big deal to pass the customs!"
How could Wen Leyang believe it? In the sacrifice of "Nine Returns". A living person must be divided into nine parts: skin, bones, flesh, and five internal organs. Come and worship the nine heads of Prime Minister Liu. And forget about the enigmatic town residents. Even these foreign cultists are not ordinary people. Naturally, his eyesight is not bad. Trying to use ** to get through is sheer nonsense.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Sha raised her chin. He smiled proudly and said, "Can't you see
Where did the bucket of water go? Of course you won’t know it’s a charge until night! But..." Xiaosha suddenly became discouraged. He shook his hands at their leader and said, "The process is easy to handle. But something else. Skin, flesh, bones, blood and so on. You can't let me change out of thin air, right? "
Gu Xiaojun chuckled: "I have already prepared those things for you! Get them from the medical school before you come. They are all in your luggage. You can still get them when the time comes, and the heat will come out!" They followed the evil disciples all the way to enjoy the mountains and rivers. It was already early September when we entered Tibet. The temperature at night was only a few degrees. The fresh flesh and blood will evaporate with heat.
Wen Leyang and Qin Zhui, two young masters of cultivation, looked at each other. Each had goosebumps on their foreheads...
Xiaosha opened the box he carried with him. The box is densely packed with small grids. There are various kinds of gadgets, herbs, paints and so on. It's more complete than a grocery store. Xiaosha hid things on her body selectively. Prepare to show off your skills during the evening sacrifice.
Feifei looked at Wen Leyang's curious eyes. He smiled and explained to him: "The folk arts that Xiao Sha is proficient in are also called Jianghu arts. To put it bluntly, they are the skills of Jianghu people in the old days. The tricks in Jianghu. They are divided into Jin Pi Cai Gua Ping Tuan Tiao Liu Xiao Ba Xing. They are all. I rely on my skills to earn a living."
Wen Leyang raised his eyebrows. Very interested: "Tell me more details!"
"Jin is the fortune-telling skin for the doctor. Cai is the magic trick. Ping is the storyteller and cross talk. Tuan is the beggar tune, which is the drum and pole room. Liu is the origin of Liyuan Xing (Xiao Ba Xing) From the book "Stories of Strange Sects and Deceptions"). The craftsmen in these eight sects each have their own abilities... "
Zhui interrupted Fei Fei. Smiling disapprovingly: "Others are easy to talk about. What special skills do you have in storytelling and cross talk?"
He just finished speaking. Suddenly, Wen Leyang's contemptuous scolding came to mind: "You are a fool. You have a wooden head!"
Zhui Huoran turned around and glared at Wen Leyang. Wen Le Yanggang hurriedly waved his hands, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't say that!" before he finished speaking. Qin Zhui's voice sounded in the tent again: "That's right. Zhui is a sincere fool!"
Zui suddenly heard his own voice. The frightened monster screamed. Holding Tang Dao in his hand, he looked around cautiously.
Follow. A burst of cheers and applause sounded from all directions. Then look at Gu Xiaojun and Feifei. Both of them stood still with smiles on their lips. Xiaosha has been packing his tools. The mouth is closed tightly.
Cone is simple and straight. Not really stupid. I quickly figured it out. He gently poked Xiaosha's vagina with the handle of the knife. He smiled and raised a thumb: "Amazing. How did you make these noises?"
Xiaosha also laughed. It’s still the same sentence as before: “I can’t tell you my ability to eat. But this is the trick passed down from Pingzimen.”
It was an eye-opener. Still wanting to know more, he asked: "What are the special skills of Liyuanxing?"
"Famous actresses are ever-changing. One person has many faces." Xiao Sha explained simply. Then extend your left hand. Now wipe it on the ** that is placed in front of you. Immediately, he held the dagger in his right hand and struck out like lightning. He stabbed the doll hard in the neck. Immediately a scream sounded. The whole doll trembled. When the knife is pulled out. Not only did the doll not explode and become deflated. There was even a puff of blood flowing from the blade.
Ji Ming knew it was false. But a few drops of cold sweat still formed on his forehead.
Xiao Sha looked at the leader with joy: "The big joints of the dummy are really well done. They are all very flexible and easy to manipulate."
Gu Xiaojun smiled obscenely: "Of course. This is the best!"
Xiaosha nodded and said with a professional attitude: "It's done. I'll dress it up as a living person later, no problem."
Gu Xiaojun was overjoyed: "Okay! After completing the task, I will reward you with this doll!"
Wen Leyang admired Xiao Sha. Smiling and patting him on the shoulder: "Teach me a few of your skills. I'll give you the recipe I figured out in exchange!"
Zhuiye immediately came over and said, "I'll teach you how to practice swordsmanship. Let's change too."
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The three young men laughed and discussed exchanging stunts. Wen Leyang suddenly remembered something. He turned his head and looked at Gu Xiaojun: "If other cults use human sacrifices at night, do you care?"
Gu Xiaojun seemed to have thought of this problem a long time ago. He smiled confidently: "Don't worry. I've figured it all out along the way. Didn't you look at their team? Are there fewer and fewer people as they leave?"
Wen Leyang was stunned for a moment. Then he realized: "You mean... they used their own people to sacrifice?! Voluntarily?"
Gu Xiaojun nodded: "They are all a group of demonic obstacles. It is glorious to die. I am too lazy to care! We don't need to see them. We just follow the procedures of the "Nine Returns" sect." He paused for a moment. . I seem to have remembered something. Turning to look at Qin Zhui: "Aren't you monitoring those people outside? Why..."
Only then did Zhui remember why he ran back. He hurriedly said to everyone: "A group of people from the town started to camp one by one. They went in, said a few words and then left. Then I saw that the foreigners started to discuss among themselves." After that. Zhu's face turned red. He smiled coquettishly: "The people in the town speak Tibetan. The foreigners speak foreign languages. I can't even understand them."
Gu Xiaojun's eyes were a bit excited. Someone came to the door. It's better than waiting like this. Xiaosha quickly released the a**. Stuffed it into his sleeping bag. Then the process of selecting clothes and paints began. Get ready to make the dummy look like a real person.
Not much time passed. The flap of their tent lifted. Several Tibetans appeared at the door. One of them walked in. He didn't look at them at all. Just staring at the face. He said a few words lightly in Tibetan. I don’t care if they understand or not. Turned around and left. I don’t know if it’s because Wen Leyang and his party are small. Or it's because of the location of the camp. After several Tibetans visited all the Nine-Headed Monster believers. Just came to them.
Both Gu Xiaojun and his brother understand Tibetan. Several Tibetans left. Gu Xiaojun's face immediately darkened. He frowned and began to think. Fei Fei whispered to Wen Leyang and translated what the other party had just said: "Now there are almost twenty calls in total.
But in the end only nine teams were left! The Tibetans said that we left by ourselves and drove others away or beat them to death. They don't care. "
Wen Leyang frowned: "Because of the nine-headed monster. So nine teams are left? What if there are eight teams left?"
Feifei shrugged his shoulders. He made a playful smile with no comment: "I don't know about that. They also gave us a deadline: it will start at dawn tomorrow and end within three days. If there are more than nine teams left by then, they will ignore us."
Wen Leyang narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"
Fei Fei still had that helpless look on his face: "I think we should go do something. There are nine teams left that can pass. If there are ten teams left, they might as well go without any of them."
Zhui laughed. With a nonchalant look on his face: "Leave nine teams? So many. Even if you leave one, there's no need to worry! But be careful when fighting." He then tapped Wen Leyang's shoulder with his scabbard: "Keep the count right. . Don’t fight, there are only eight teams left. It’s not easy to get together if one is missing.”
Gu Xiaojun didn't want Qin Zhui to be so heartless. He shook his head solemnly: "It's not difficult to stay. But if you want to be unnoticed..."
And at this moment. It was obviously a little messier outside than before. The sound of footsteps and voices followed the wind on the plateau. Constantly floating and swaying. Wen Leyang and others walked outside the tent. Between other battalions in the distance. Some people have already started walking around to connect with each other.
Wen Leyang laughed out loud and cursed: "Everyone on the road looks like the living dead. Turns out they are just pretending to be cool!"
After the disciples entered Tibet. All numb and indifferent. But now I heard that there will be a knockout tournament. It starts to come alive right away.
The Tibetans in this small town seemed to have an advantage. Clearly in a dominant position. Even those evildoers who worship the nine-headed monster. There was not the slightest objection to what they said. Instead, they all became busy. Start forming gangs. Prepare for the coming fight. Everyone is a fanatic. Came all the way to Tibet. Never give up easily.
The other villains walked among each other. But no one came to Wen Leyang camp. on the contrary. In the eyes that occasionally look at them. It shows a hint of the ferocity of a wild beast looking for food. Qin Zhui cursed angrily in a low voice: "You are a bitch looking down on others. You think I'm a young man who's easy to bully!"
Other teams have as few as ten people. There may be dozens of people at most. Only Wen Leyang and his party. Including **, there are only six people. And except for the new Gu Xiaojun. The others are all young people.
Especially Wen Leyang. After Xiaosha squeezed his face, he looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. His face was full of youthful youthfulness. In the eyes of other evildoers. They are the weakest. Not only was there no one to win them over to an alliance. Instead, they had become the first family to be hunted.
Gu Xiaojun turned around. He winked at Xiao Sha behind him. Xiao Sha nodded knowingly. I took the cone and went to other camps. Go in for a while and come out for a while. The anger on Qin Zhui's face became more and more obvious. Later, when he was kicked out by others. Qin Zhui had already begun to point at the other party and curse. If it weren't for Xiaosha's desperate efforts to pull him along. He might actually fly a knife. Pick out someone else's tent.
Gu Xiaojun didn't even think about anyone forming an alliance with them. But the posture always needs to be done.
Feifei suddenly laughed at this time. Pointing at a few dejected Africans with his chin: "They are all abandoned masters like us!"
There were more than a dozen black men, tall and slender, with rosy faces. I have passed through most of the camps. Logically speaking, their number is not too small. Don't know why. No one else is willing to ally with them. I saw someone being treated the same as me. Gu Xiaojun's old face clearly showed a smile.
After visiting five or six houses. Qin Zhui pulled Xiaosha back with a livid face. I said I would never go to other camps. Gu Xiaojun laughed loudly: "The wolf and the dog formed an alliance. The original purpose was to kill the rabbit. Of course, they would not play with the rabbit..." He said. He turned back and glared at Wen Leyang, who had just picked out a carrot: "You are really cooperative enough!"
Wen Leyang laughed. Went back into the tent. Anyway, as soon as the sun rises tomorrow. It was just a chaotic fight. We will naturally find out when the time comes. Wen Leyang thought that he would be the target of public criticism. It is not difficult to protect yourself. Everyone is scheming. Once you know that these home team believers are not delicious steaks but teeth-gnashing stones. Civil unrest will begin soon.
A seemingly unfavorable situation. There doesn't seem to be much to fear. What Wen Leyang is really worried about is the residents of Hu'er Town who have not changed slightly in hundreds of thousands of years. To those foreign thieves. Not too worried yet.
On the plateau. The sun has long since set. But the sky is still bright. Wait until the moon rises. There are more than a dozen gangs of evildoers living in the small town. Almost at the same time, scattered fires were placed in the camp. They began their sacrifice to the Hydra.
That night. It's the full moon!
I don't know if it's because of my religious beliefs. Still praying for tomorrow’s fierce battle. All believers are engaged in different worship rituals. No one went to see the other camps. The aborigines in the small town of Huer also closed their doors and windows. It seemed that I fell asleep early. The small town had been peaceful for an unknown amount of time.
Xiaosha's performance. Wen Le was truly stunned. Several people knew that the person being sacrificed was a dummy. But Xiao Sha came all the way to skin, cut, flesh, bleed and extract bones. Every movement is unambiguous. And the dummy was really struggling and twitching. The mouth opens and closes. There was a loud howl. Several other people couldn't see the flaw at all. Wait until the sacrifice is over. Xiaosha's clothes were soaked with sweat.
Just when the sacrifice was over, Xiaosha had just tidied up all the mess in the camp. Those unlucky black men like them that no one wanted to ally with. A serious expression came to the door. (Quanben Novel Website www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)