"Get down, get down!"
In fact, at this time, if the other side could discover that we had already discovered it, there would be no such thing as a group of big living people dangling around with flashlights and couldn't see it. So getting down at this time was just a superfluous act, but it was also a psychological comfort.
"What is this for?"
At this moment, everyone knows that what they see in front of them is not a normal thing. It can't really be a group of lamas lying in ambush in the canyon and wanting to give us a surprise in the middle of the night. The lamas danced weird ritual dances, accompanied by the melodious and deep chanting, which made people get goose bumps one after another. It stands to reason that in such a situation, in such an environment and time, it is easy to give people the idea that this is an illusion. But at this time, what I saw and felt before my eyes was too real, and there was no sense of illusion in the sound of footsteps and chanting.
Finally Ning Peiping said in a low voice, "This is a Lama from the Nyingma School."
The Lama of the Nyingma Sect, Ning Peiping reminded me as soon as I reminded me. When I searched for information about Padmasambhava, I saw that the Nyingma Sect is one of the many schools of Tibetan Buddhism, and Padmasambhava contributed a lot to it. Wearing a red hat is a typical feature.
A melodious horn sounded through the canyon, as if it came from deep underground, covering up the sound of chanting and those blowing and singing. All the Red Riding Hood lamas and cow bone masks stopped their movements and cast their sights on the distant sky. They lit torches, like dense stars in the dark, converging into a fire dragon. All the lamas stood up, no Chanting again, the same syllable is heard in the mouth.
This is a weird syllable, like a syllable similar to "wind". Is it possible that this group of lamas are still Qin fans, and they must imitate the Qin dynasty's army by shouting "wind" before fighting to boost morale
No, why should they speak Chinese? Or Mandarin? It's mostly just similar syllables. But with the loud and powerful "wind" after another, the demon wind that has been purging the fog in the canyon became stronger and stronger, and finally wiped out the fog that has been permeating the canyon as far as we could. Moonlight actually spilled from the narrow gap in the canyon.
Everyone was stunned, not knowing the true face of Mount Lu, only because they were in this mountain. This line of poem is not appropriate here, but in shock, I can only think of this familiar line for the first time in my mind.
I don’t know the true face of the Buddha, just because I am in the mist...
It turned out that those Nyingma lamas who were standing in the mist carried a huge Buddha statue. As the mist filled the valley above, we can only see a part of this huge Buddha statue, and subconsciously assimilate it with the surrounding darkness, waiting for the mist. Only when the torch is lit up, we can get the full picture of the huge Buddha statue.
And I actually recognized this Buddha, because I was spitting at him while checking the information yesterday. At that time, I saw a thangka painted with a person's appearance. This is Padmasambhava.
No, this is not the lotus birth. It is impossible for the lotus birth to have eyes like bronze bells, face and plate like the sun. The huge lotus birth statue in front of you and the lotus birth on the thangka are all lotus flowers after believers deified Buddhahood. Religious image of life.
The neat "wind" of the lamas came to an abrupt end. The Tibetan prayer flags were raised, and the paper of scripture was flying in the air. The fog came from the depths of the canyon again. The team of Buddha statues, but how do I feel that this monster team is coming from the depths of the underworld.
The team moved forward slowly, depressed and quiet, and the prayer flags swayed. The giant Padmasambhava's gaze was dull, as if projected in the direction of our hiding.
"Go back." I whispered.
We have to continue to retreat to one side, otherwise this huge team will definitely find us.
The nine people squatted on the ground and retreated. The damp and cold ground wetted the clothes, and the fog condensed on the hair. We couldn't take care of so much, and we had to go back.
As the team moved closer and closer, the oppression of the Buddha statue became heavier and heavier. I can't even imagine how the lamas below carried such a heavy Buddha statue. Is it possible that the thing is hollow inside? Although the Buddha statue is made of wood and clay, those eyes always give me a weird feeling. People don't want to look directly at him, but they can't help but pay attention to him.
Finally, we couldn't retreat. Behind us was a huge boulder that slipped from the mountain. I considered the distance. As long as the lamas in the middle and the periphery of the lama team had a sense of teamwork, they would not step on us.
I lowered my head and felt that someone was walking by at a distance of less than one meter from the top of my head.
They are here. The best situation now is that this weird team walks directly over and gives us a chance to adjust and discuss, and the worst situation is that they found us.
The lamas passed in front of my head in silence, without any unnecessary problems. I held my breath. This was a subconscious behavior, because I could even feel the prayer flags passing over my head, bringing a trace of coolness.
Just when I thought they were about to leave, the group of neat and slow paces changed, as if they were changing the formation, turning left to right to look at the front team and the back team.
Could it be that they still have to do a set of broadcast gymnastics? I thought about it a little bit, and I don't know which set it was.
I still lowered my head and held my breath. After a while, the sound of footsteps disappeared. I raised my head a little bit and cried secretly. The group of people stood in front of me, and the team seemed to have adjusted to face us. I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to stand up and run backwards. There was no movement from the other people behind me. I almost thought they had disappeared. But if they disappear suddenly, it might be a good symbol, because it symbolizes that the environment I am in is mostly a dream or illusion, so there are many more ways to solve the current dilemma. Don't all those who write online novels like to use this way of writing.
Soon Chongyang squeezed my calf and signaled that he was still there. I secretly sighed a good boy. This is how he squeezed my leg at home. It can’t be faked. Then I sighed that they were all old fried dough sticks. They were so calm, even Fang Jinyue’s insults. Can also bear not running.
The current situation is that our group of nine people is basically deceiving ourselves and others. The hundreds of lamas carrying the lotus birth are facing us. As long as normal people can see our position, this group of stinky chanting is just one. At every turn, our group of counsellors also lay motionless on the ground.
It suddenly occurred to me that our posture seemed to be a five-body posture for worshiping Buddha statues.
Fuck, it was not for radio gymnastics, but to take advantage of me better.
"What to do—" Ning Peichun said with a squeeze from behind, "They still have to do exercises if they want to parade."
Then came Hu Qinan's calm voice, "Don't wait and see anymore, we slowly get up and retreat."
Li Yuanyi chuckled in a low voice and said, "What if we run away, will they chase after us?"
I whispered: "These lamas seem to be doing a ritual. They should have discovered us a long time ago, but they couldn't move. They are still walking down according to the established process of the ritual."
The sense of ritual is strong, and the implication is that since nothing has been done to us before, it may not be done to us afterwards.
"Xiaoning—" Li Yuanyi raised the volume a little. I thought he thought of something, so I listened attentively.
"Why are you helping him and not helping me?"
Damn, I cursed secretly, is this time for these shit things
"Let's go," I whispered, "It will be cold to death if I climb down. It seems like an electric fan is blowing on me."
Chongyang said: "It's not like, it's really there."
I was stunned for a moment. Yes, there was indeed a wind. It was a long wind blowing from diagonally above. The wind became stronger and stronger, with a vaguely smelly smell. Finally, the wind stopped abruptly.
I was stunned for a moment. The next moment, the wind blew from the opposite direction, accompanied by a long and dull groan.
My brain slammed, it's not the damn wind, it's breathing. Breathing with huge lung capacity.
In that direction, in that direction, in that direction above my head, what else is there besides the statue of Padmasambhava
Lotus lives. (End of this chapter)