Beside Buchibenma (bed), the human bones covered with black takin (body shēn) swayed and made happy music.
The pale human face on the forehead of the black takin swelled and beat like a heart. The small facial features on the white bones twisted in all directions. The cracks on the edges of the human face became larger and larger, as if they were trying to break free from the forehead of the black takin. escape.
With the movement of the bones and human face, the black takin with a shoulder height of more than two meters walked around Buchibenma's bed, gently swaying its long and dense ox tail behind it .
If you look closely, you can see that the oxtail is clearly the hair hanging down from the head of a dead man. As the oxtail swings, a pair of vicious eyes appear and disappear behind the thick black hair.
The black takin shook its white bones and pair of thick horns as it moved forward. The beard-like hairs on its chin were like jellyfish tentacles, constantly bending and twisting upwards, as if looking for something.
There were vague sounds in the darkness, like hundreds of drowning people calling for help in the water.
One lap, two laps, three laps.
The white skeletal human face struggling on the black takin's forehead calmed down, revealing a gentle smile with brows and eyes, and there was even some holy meaning in that smile.
(body shēn) The black takin covered in white bones turned (body shēn) and walked towards the low hill in the darkness.
Buchibenma closed her eyes tightly and climbed up from the bed with stiff limbs. Like a puppet being manipulated, she followed the unusually tall black takin lightly. shēn), step by step towards the low hill in the darkness.
She followed the takin out of the room and down the stairs. Her stiff body bumped into many pieces of furniture, making a very harsh sound in the quiet night, but she still did not wake up from her dream. He came, still closing his eyes tightly, stumbling behind the black takin and walking towards the door of the first floor of the tower.
It was already dark outside the blockhouse, and nothing could be seen clearly, only the low hill rising and falling in the sky.
On the second floor of the blockhouse, the child beside Qu Cuo's pillow suddenly burst into tears and kicked the quilt covering her body vigorously, but Qu Cuo, who was sleeping next to her, remained indifferent, like a corpse without a soul.
Dawa Tsering heard the strange noise in the room. He put on his clothes and pants quickly and gently, and slowly opened the door to a small crack. He saw his sister Buchi Bomma walking like a sleepwalker, following him. Behind a black takin as tall as a mountain and covered in bones.
Dawa Tsering suddenly raised his wrist and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking the exclamation that was about to come out. The boy's not-so-strong wrist was immediately bitten and bled.
He returned to the room and took out a carved Tibetan knife with a white copper sheath from the drawer.
The young man solemnly stroked the group of rocs totem on the white copper scabbard, took out the sharp blade and took a look, then knelt on the ground and raised the hidden knife above his head.
"Invincible King Gesar, please protect your descendants."
Dawa Tsering left the scabbard in the room and walked out of the room with the one-foot-long sharp blade.
He held his breath and followed Buchibenma (body shēn) on tiptoes, trying not to make a sound. After approaching quickly, he grabbed Buchibenma's right hand tightly.
Dawa Tsering came close to Buchi Bomma’s ear, lowered his voice and said urgently:
"Benma! Wake up!"
Buchibenma showed no reaction and continued to walk forward like a zombie.
Dawa Tsering let go of her right hand, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and stepped towards the black takin.
The sharp tip of the knife stabbed towards the vital part of the black takin's back. Dawa Tsering pressed the hilt of the knife against his chest, trying to rely on the force of the impact. Push the tip of the knife as deep as possible.
The tip of the knife slammed into the back of the black takin, making a sour sound like metal friction.
Behind the long-haired ox-tail of the deceased, the pale head bit the blade in Dawa Tsering's hand, preventing him from moving forward.
The white skeletal human face on the forehead of the black takin blinked its eyes, and the takin raised its tail made of the black hair of the deceased, and fell very gently from above towards the face of Dawa Tsering, who had no time to react.
A broad palm covered with golden light passed through the darkness, seemingly slowly but surely blocking the way of the black takin's raised tail.
The skeletal human face on the takin's forehead suddenly let out an extremely painful scream.
The black hair of the deceased was firmly grasped by golden palms, and the dark breath was dispersed by the warm golden light. The head with a vicious expression closed its eyes, and on the big day Dissipated without a trace in the dazzling light.
Under the golden light, Buchibenma woke up from a dream, opened his eyes and stood there blankly.
Denba Duoji let go of the tail of the black takin and pulled Buchi Bomma and Dawa Tsering behind him.
"Abba Dorje..."
Dawa Tsering held Denba Dorje's hand, and his whole body was still shaking uncontrollably.
"Tsering, you are brave and a good boy."
Danba Duoji raised his hand and touched the boy's head. The golden light flashed, and Dawa Tsering and Buchi Boma were sent to the edge of the barrier more than ten meters away by a gentle force.
This simply dressed Kham man put his palms together, the golden light around his body became more solid, and his strong body seemed to be a sculpture made of gold.
He looked at the black takin that turned around, his eyes full of anger.
"Qucuo, you shouldn't kill people!"
The white bone human face on the black takin's forehead did not answer. It stretched out eight slender sharp jointed limbs and penetrated deeply into the takin's head.
Many intertwined fine bone spurs grow out from between the eight segments of the white-bone human face, and the facial features of Qucuo are woven into the face of the black takin.
"Danba Duoji, I only killed a dozen people, but you blocked the soul-carrying takin of our Muya, and ruined Muya's luck. Over the past hundred years, countless people have died of starvation, poverty, and illness. You killed countless people!
When I offer the bones and blood of another Muya priest and replace Muya's soul object with the sacred mountain, Muya will prosper and everyone can live a good life!
It is her fate and blessing that Benma can donate her bones and blood.
Danba Duoji, you were all from Muya in your previous life and this life, why don’t you want to help Muya! "
The golden light on Danba Duoji vibrated violently, and the anger on his face became more and more intense.
"The black takin eats people and kills people for fun. You send its soul to the mountain to create a black mountain that kills people and eats people.
Using other people's lives in exchange for your own happiness is an evil heretic! "
He said no more, took out a magic weapon and held it in his hand.
One end of the instrument is a five-pronged lantern head similar to a vajra, and the other end is a sharp triangular pyramid. In the middle, there are three Buddha head reliefs, one smiling, one angry, and one cursing. They are King Nectar, Yama Demon Enemy, and King Hayato Ming. They are impressive. The Puba Pestle of Fanlin is also known as the Vajra Demon-subduing Pestle.
Danba Duoji held up the Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand, and the blazing golden light condensed behind him into a statue of Puba Vajra with three heads, three eyes, six arms and two wings. His majestic shape was almost the same as that of a black takin with a height of two meters at the shoulders. On par.
King Kong glared angrily and struck down with the pestle. The thick darkness that had become a reality in the barrier was suddenly opened by this blow.
The black takin lowered its thick curved horns, swung its four hooves and hit Danba Duoji's body standing in the golden light. The giant beast ran wildly like the earth was shaking, and the momentum was very shocking.
This dark giant beast had just rushed halfway when suddenly, a white bone human face the size of a small bowl grew on its forehead. As soon as it appeared, it opened its mouth and bit the slender jointed limbs protruding from Qucuo's bone face. , biting off three of them.
Qucuo's skeletal face let out a furious howl, and he immediately opened his crescent-shaped mouth and bit back.
Yu Peihuan could see clearly through the monitoring array that the new skeletal human face that appeared was clearly Dorje's flower-haired appearance.
Qucuo and Dorje Huamao bit their bones into a ball fiercely. Qucuo quickly gained the upper hand and bit off the lower half of Dorje Huamao's bones in one bite. But at this time, ten more young faces emerged from the black The takin came out of the face and surrounded Qucuo tightly in the center, making it impossible for her to immediately regain control of the soul-resident takin.
The black takin stopped sluggishly. Upon seeing this, Danba Duoji immediately reversed the direction of the vajra in his hand and stabbed the takin's head with the end of the triangular pyramid.
Qucuo had already devoured all eleven human faces at this time, but he was too late to dodge Danba Duoji's fierce blow.
The triangular pyramid with dazzling golden light fell, and a desperate wailing came from the mouth of the white-bone human face. At this time, a figure suddenly jumped out in front of Danba Duoji's demon-conquering pestle.
"Abba Dorje, Master Dorje, don't kill my grandma!"
Danba Duoji looked at Dawa Tsering standing in front of his mother, and couldn't help but paused for a moment with the Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand.
Just at this moment of hesitation, the black takin rushed out from behind Dawa Tsering, and a pair of thick sharp horns containing dark magic pierced Denba Dorje's chest, lifting him up high. Fell to the ground.
Puba Vajra's dharma body was immediately broken, the demon-subduing pestle fell aside after being released, and the golden light on Danba Duoji (body shēn) almost completely disappeared, with only a slight light remaining in his eyes.
He forced himself to stand up from the ground, still standing between Buchibenma and the black takin.
"Tsering, I will not kill your mother."
Qucuo laughed wildly and said:
"My good son, don't be afraid. How dare he kill me? This black takin is the soul of Mu Ya. If you kill me, Mu Ya's luck will be over.
Danba Duoji, you can't seal me anymore, I will make your soul fly away and you will never be reincarnated again! "
Dawa Tsering knelt down in front of the black takin with a plop, and placed the Tibetan knife with a broken tip across his neck:
"Mom, I beg you..."
Before the young man finished speaking, a strand of hair from the black takin's chin flew into his nostrils. The broken blade in the young man's hand slipped weakly. He slowly sat down on the ground, hanging his head and snoring evenly.
"My good son, when you wake up, you will see the sacred mountain of Muya. By then, you will definitely live the best and best life."
Qucuo looked at Danba Duoji and saw that he was holding on to the seal and reciting a mantra. The Bone Man Face sneered and drove the dark atmosphere in the barrier to press against Danba Duoji who was trying hard to cast the spell.
Danba Duoji spat out a mouthful of light golden blood. He could no longer maintain the handprints on his chest and fell to the ground gasping for breath.
The black takin walked step by step towards Buchbenma, whose legs were weak and huddled on the edge of the barrier. The holy smile on Qucuo's white-skeleton face returned.
"Benma, you have the blood of priests on your body. Sacrifice for the sacred mountain of Muya is your destiny that was determined before you were born. The sacred mountain will be your best destination. The people of Muya will always remember you. Thank you. you."
Buchibenma shook his head desperately, and his hands scratched deep marks on the mud beneath him.
"Qucuo Aunt, no, I don't want to die, I still want to study... No! I don't want to study anymore, I listen to you, I'm going to work in the city to make money, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
But Qucuo didn't listen to her pleas at all, and just got closer step by step.
Outside the whirlpool, after Yu Peihuan failed to contact Li Zhixian again, he left a magic circle in place showing the real-time footage from the monitoring circle in the whirlpool.
Then, without hesitation, she stepped into the center of the deep dark whirlpool with a halberd in hand.
Before submerging into the whirlpool, she looked back at Buchibenma's frightened little face on the screen and whispered:
"Don't be afraid, sister is here."
