It can be seen that a banquet, dance, or even a wedding celebration was being prepared here before, because many ribbons and colors can be seen on the walls. There are also many eucalyptus tables and exquisite dinner plates placed on the ground.
However, as the monks who fell to the ground were wailing and struggling, all the dinner plates were smashed and overturned, and various unknown fruits and drinks were thrown everywhere.
Song Wenbin was a little confused. To be honest, he was already prepared to risk his life in the battle, but he didn't expect that what he saw after opening the door was such a scene of Shura Hell, which made him feel like punching him. The feeling of being punched in the air, I don't know where to use all my strength.
The other Hijras who broke into this place didn't know why. They stared at the wailing monks in stunned silence. They looked like maggots, shouting and rolling in despair, as if they had been cursed.
Before opening the door, Nita covered her eyes from beginning to end because she did not dare to face such a real scene.
But when she heard the screams and opened her eyes, she was so shocked by the desperate looks of these monks that she was speechless for a long time.
"What...what's going on...?"
She asked Song Wenbin in shock.
Song Wenbin naturally didn't know what was going on. He slowly walked to the monk closest to him and bent down to look at him.
The monk was struggling wildly while holding his own penis. When he saw someone approaching, he grabbed Song Wenbin's calf and roared: "I... my lower part... my lower part is unresponsive..."
The monk's face turned pale, and he grabbed Song Wenbin's arm as if he was grasping the last straw. He cried frantically: "I can't react down there... I can't react anymore..."
Song Wenbin didn't know what he was shouting again, so he looked at Nita.
After Nita listened, she stammered and helped translate the monk's words.
Hijra and the members of the film crew were stunned when they heard the translation and had no idea what to say.
The monk cried desperately: "I can't react...Help me...Help me...Are you doctors...Help me, help me, below me... below me...like Like a dead piece of rubber, so cold, so cold...I can't react at all...Doctor, I'm so cold, I'm so cold...Help me..."
Song Wenbin no longer needed to translate these words. He already understood what the other party meant. At this time, something blue came into view.
With great shock, Song Wenbin picked up a blue box on the table.
There was a very strong European man printed on the box. He showed a business smile and extended his thumb as if to imply something.
Director Bao Li came over with a camera on his shoulder. Song Wenbin put the box under the camera and murmured, "What kind of medicine is this?"
"Viagra," the director said.
Song Wenbin:......
He held the box and looked at the hall full of mourners. He was a little confused for a moment, "What...what is going on? Where are those two people?"
No one could answer his question.
He pulled up the man who was clutching his leg and writhing in despair, and asked, "Where are the two people who married some high priest?"
"Save me...save me...I don't want to die...I don't want to die..."
The monk didn't care what he was asking. He grabbed his hand and begged desperately.
"Damn it just didn't respond."
Song Wenbin said angrily: "Is it going to kill you? Tell me quickly, where are those two people!?"
"Doctor, I'm so cold...I'm so cold..."
The monk said to himself: "I'm so cold...I...I'm so cold that I'm going to die...I'm really so cold that I'm going to die...Save me...Save me... ..”
Seeing that the other party ignored him completely, Song Wenbin had no choice but to let go of the desperate monk and walked forward along the messy hall. After passing through the hall, he saw a majestic female statue with three heads and six arms standing tall on the high dome, looking down at him.
Completely different from those statues outside.
Song Wenbin stared at the statue, and the statue looked at him majestically, seeming to be hinting at something.
At this time, hurried footsteps came from a side hall nearby. Song Wenbin immediately turned around and saw that it was two girls running out of the side hall.
The girls looked like adults. They were wearing long skirts and looked Indian. At this moment, one of them was holding an exquisite candlestick, the other was holding a gilt vase, and they were running out in a hurry.
When Song Wenbin saw them, he immediately grabbed one of the girls and asked sternly: "What are you doing here!?"
The two girls were frightened, and the girl he caught was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot, let go of the vase and said: "Don't... don't... don't catch me... I... I just look... look at this vase The position is wrong, please...move it...I have no other thoughts, no other thoughts..."
Song Wenbin narrowed his eyes after listening to Nita's translation.
Their expressions and demeanor were like those of the palace maids who secretly took away their property and escaped from the palace after Chongzhen hanged himself. Obviously, they were all former saints in this temple.
Of course Song Wenbin would not care about such trivial matters as stealing things with them, and immediately asked: "I'm looking for someone here, two girls, about the same age as you, one with white hair and one with yellow hair. Have you seen them before?" ?"
After listening to the translation, I learned that the other party was not here to cause trouble. The girl who was kneeling on the ground raised her head and asked timidly: "You...are you here to find them?"
"Yes!"
Seeing that they indeed had clues, Song Wenbin was overjoyed and asked, "Where are they now?"
"They... they disappeared after teaching us how to dance."
the girl stammered.
"What, they disappeared after teaching you how to dance??"
Song Wenbin felt confused after hearing this.
"What kind of dance should I teach you?" Nita, who was translating at the side, couldn't help but ask.
The two girls looked at each other, then stood up and gave Song Wenbin a rough dance demonstration.
Song Wenbin watched for a while and then cold sweat started flowing down his forehead. Good guy, isn't this the big pendulum that the famous female anchor Mina dances every night? To say that he has been on the live broadcast platform for many years, he is already used to this kind of dance.
"Why are they teaching you this dance?"
Song Wenbin asked through gritted teeth.
"I don't know..." one of the girls said: "The yellow-haired one said that many people like this dance, and the priests must also like it. He also said that we dance this kind of dance to stimulate the priests and make them drink more and take more medicine. .”
Song Wenbin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Is there...any more?"
"The white-haired one said... Angela Temple will be finished after today... If we can't find a job when we go out, we can go live and dance online. He also said that we will make a lot of money that way." Another girl said.
Song Wenbin was silent.
After listening to the statements of these two girls, for some reason... he realized that there was a possibility...
Maybe he was just worrying about it.
The two colleagues who could say such things... maybe... maybe they didn't need him to save them at all... or even... they didn't even need his help...
This discovery... somewhat frustrates his male self-esteem.
"Just...have I finished teaching you how to dance? Nothing else. For example, you don't know anything about their whereabouts."
Seeing that Song Wenbin's expression was a little distorted, the two girls were a little scared and said, "They are the wives appointed by High Priest Ram. Maybe... they are with the high priest now..."
"High Priest Ram?" Song Wenbin regained his energy, found his goal and motivation again, and asked loudly: "Where is he!?"
"He... he usually meditates in the highest yoga room in this tower... but for some reason... he didn't come down today..."
When Song Wenbin heard this, he didn't care about the two girls who stole the lampstand. He pulled the escalator of the temple and rushed up, shouting while rushing back: "Su Tina! Huo Yu!"
In his excitement, he ran very fast, and in a short time he reached the top of the temple, which was also the top of the entire Angela Temple. Indeed, there was indeed a yoga meditation room here. It was blank...quiet...looking out from the window sill of the yoga room, it was still... You can see the green nature, vast and boundless.
But... in this almost perfect space, Song Wenbin did not find his two colleagues. He only saw a small figure lying on the ground, slowly squirming.
"Su Tina...? Huo Yu...?"
With uneasy confusion, Song Wenbin walked up to the small figure and looked down at him.
This is an old man with thin hair and a skinny body. There is not much blood in the old man's body. He is gray and dry. Only his eyes are bulging. His eyes are bloodshot. He crawls slowly on the ground, whispering as he crawls. Said: "The Goddess of Difficulty... I want to serve... the Goddess of Divination... I want to serve... the Goddess Kali..."
Song Wenbin didn't know what he was talking about. To be honest, he had lost all his anger now, and only had deep uneasiness and fear. What happened to this guy? What happened to this temple? What on earth did Su Tina and Huo Yu do?
These questions remain completely unanswered.
The skinny old man on the floor ignored him completely, crawled to an alcove, tremblingly took out a bottle of medicine, and stuffed it into his mouth tremblingly, but because his hands were shaking, the pills scattered all over the floor. .
He crawled on the ground unwillingly, took the medicine, stuck out his tongue, and licked it into his mouth.
No matter how stupid Song Wenbin was, he could still tell that there was something wrong with the pills. He immediately grabbed him and picked him up, shouting: "Where are those two people!? Where did they go!?"
"It is difficult to approach the Heavenly Mother..."
"It is difficult to approach the Heavenly Mother..."
"It is difficult to approach the Heavenly Mother..."
The old man looked at Song Wenbin and groaned breathlessly.
While moaning, he spurted white foam from his mouth.
The white foam was mixed with red blood, which was extremely shocking.
Song Wenbin was frightened and quickly shook off his hand.
Seeing the skinny old man lying on the ground frothing at the mouth, his eyes bulging, and looking like he was taking in less air than out, Song Wenbin couldn't help but shiver, and his whole body was cold. How dare he stay in this place longer? He almost fled from the top of the tower as if he was flying.
After escaping from the top of the tower, Jamaj and Nita caught up from below. Song Wenbin grabbed Nita and said, "Don't go in, don't go in! Those two people are not inside."
"Not in there?"
Nita was dragged down the tower by Song Wenbin and asked, "Then where did they go?"
How could Song Wenbin know that he had really seen a ghost?
When he went downstairs, he saw several women carrying the temple furniture and running in the other direction. Song Wenbin estimated that the temple probably had more than one entrance and exit, so he followed the girls carrying furniture and ran over.
Good guy, the more you run, the more people there are. It turns out that there are girls everywhere behind the temple. They are like a colony of ants, scrambling to move the things in the temple and pile them in the backyard of the temple. Some girls are talking on the phone. Contact family members.
Song Wenbin followed the girls who were moving things, and sure enough, he found the back entrance of the temple. The place was already overcrowded. Various men and women on motorcycles gathered here, tying the things in the temple to the back seat. They were laughing and joking, looking very hapiness.
Song Wenbin did not see Su Tina and Huo Yu among these motorcycle riders. He fell down on a crooked tree nearby and saw a bald man hanging upside down.
He was tied to the tree by his ankles, hanging head down in the air. At this moment, he was twisting and struggling wildly, trying to untie the rope, but his hands couldn't reach it at all. Because he was lying head down, his face had turned the color of pig liver.
However, the men and women on motorcycles just carried things and passed under his body. No one paid attention to his shouts or even looked at him, as if his existence was just a ball of air.
The experience of just one hour was enough to subvert Song Wenbin's outlook on life. He and Nita walked to the tree together and looked up at him.
When the bald man on the tree saw someone finally looking at him, he couldn't help shouting for help, "Help me...save me quickly...save me...put me down...please..."
Song Wenbin asked: "Have you ever seen a woman with white hair and a woman with yellow hair?"
His words made the man hanging on the tree tremble crazily, the muscles on his face twitched crazily, his eyes were full of despair, and he shouted: "Let's go!
"
Song Wenbin: "Gone? Where did you go?"
The bald man cried loudly: "Let's go!
The master is gone!
The master doesn’t want me anymore!
"
After Nita translated in Song Wenbin's ear, Song Wenbin fell silent.
"Master lied to me!
The master said he wanted to save me!
The master said to give me endless happiness!
The master also said to give me the value of existence!
But the master is gone!
The owner took my pinas away!
"
"Who is the master, and who are you?" Song Wenbin asked.
"I'm a pig, I'm a pig, I'm a breeding pig..."
The bald priest laughed crazily and said: "The master is Pinas, the master is Pinas, hahahaha..." But as he said that, he started to cry again: "The master is gone, the master is gone... The master is gone... …my pinas are useless….my pinas are useless…ahhhh!
"
He was hung from a tree, screaming sharply and high-pitched, desperate like the monks in the temple.
Until now, Song Wenbin still had no idea what the bald man was howling, but he still couldn't get the whereabouts of Huo Yu and Su Tina from these people.
At this moment, the phone vibrated slightly.
Song Wenbin picked up his phone and took a look.
It turned out that it was the temporary group of three people, and there was actually a reply, and the reply was still two pieces of voice.
"Damn it, don't call me when you get married, right?"
"I just paid this amount today!"
"Come here." The voice of the white-haired avatar replied.
"The direct avatar said.
Song Wenbin listened to the two voices in a daze.
At first, he felt joy. He was extremely happy because of the relaxed tone of his two colleagues, but then he felt humiliated, extremely humiliated.
】
Damn you...
“You’re fucking playing with me, aren’t you!
"
Song Wenbin shouted filial piety into his mobile phone.
He simply couldn't imagine how these two people walked out safe and sound. Even...even...he shuddered and subconsciously looked at the temple behind him. Just walking through it was enough to make people feel... My heart is broken, God knows what those two people did.
However, at this time, something even more incredible happened to him. A group of Hijra, led by Jamajji, the mother of Hijra, came out of the temple with a roar.
At this moment, this group of Haiji surrounded him. They looked at him with indescribable awe in their eyes.
"Why are you looking at me?" Song Wenbin had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Is this your ability to turn others into Hijras without taking advantage?" Jamaj said something Song Wenbin couldn't understand.
"What?"
"I understand, I underestimated you too much, sister. No...King of Hijra." She said with reverence.
"Huh??" Song Wenbin didn't understand.
Jia Maji was seen retreating, pointing at Song Wenbin, and said in shock: "Hijra's curse is real!
You are the proof!
"
All the hijras raised their hands and looked at him with unparalleled admiration.
“King of Hijra!
"
While shouting, they lay down, some even hugged his legs and kissed his toes.
Song Wenbin trembled, frightened by the incredible actions of these people, "What are you doing!
Don’t be disgusted…”
The men and women moving nearby saw a group of people lying inexplicably in front of Song Wenbin, and they suddenly became interested. Unlike the screaming priest who was hung up above their head, they all ran to Hijra and asked curious questions.
After being questioned, the Hijras crawling around Song Wenbin all started talking excitedly.
After listening to what the Hijra people said, no one around them looked at Song Wenbin up and down with shocked eyes.
Song Wenbin felt that his brain was no longer enough.
"What on earth are you talking about!
He asked Nita: "What on earth are they talking about!" ? "
"They said you cursed them, and your curse came true." Nita said softly.
Song Wenbin: "wtf?"
Nita looked at Song Wenbin and said with a complicated expression: "I heard you say it with my own ears. You said that if they disobey, they will be cursed by Hijra. Now, all the priests in the entire Angela Temple have The male’s ability to reproduce has been lost.”
Song Wenbin looked at Nita, his mouth opened wide enough to put an egg in it.
"I apologize for what I said earlier, Yan. I misjudged you. You are not a man, and you are not a liar. You are a real Hijra, a Hijra among Hijras, a Hijra with magic power. You yes---"
All the hijra looked at Song Wenbin, all crawled to the ground, and shouted: "King of hijra!
"
