I had not known this great lama Gennan for a long time. Although I had doubts in my heart, I still knew that he was an accomplished monk. He just wanted to help me, but he ended up like this.
I was sighing, and tears fell involuntarily, one drop at a time on my hands, and also on the chest of the great lama Gengnan.
But at this moment, I subconsciously looked at the flying knife that had been stuck in the chest of the great lama Gengnan.
The flying knife is one and a half inches long, with a half-open lotus pattern engraved on the jet-black handle.
"This...isn't this the flying knife used by Granny Karma? But why did she..." I said to myself in surprise, while reaching out and pulling the flying knife out of the great lama Gengnan's chest.
Blood spurted out all at once, covering my body and face, but I didn't care at all, because at this moment all my attention was on the flying knife in front of me.
However, I don't care, but some people care about the blood all over my body and face.
This man was none other than the bearded lama who had performed rituals for the believers in front of Jimalunpo Temple.
Because when he pushed the door open and walked into the house, I was holding a knife and hugging the great lama Gengnan.
He didn't speak, and neither did I.
The bloodstains all over his body seemed to explain everything in the eyes of most people.
The bearded lama looked at me, and I looked at him, but what surprised me was that at this moment, facing such a situation, I actually saw a smile in his eyes.
However, that weird smile only flashed across the bearded lama's eyes. The next second, the guy took a sharp step back and flashed out of the house.
Then, the bearded lama opened his voice and shouted in a very strange accent: "Come quickly! Master Gengnan has been killed! Come quickly! Master Gengnan has been killed!"
The bearded lama shouted louder and louder, and his tone became more and more sad and angry, making it sound like his biological father had died.
But what makes me feel strange is that this guy just stood there motionless. He had no time to come up to get me, and he had no intention of entering the house.
Looking at the strange behavior of the bearded lama, I couldn't help but wonder: "What is this guy trying to do?"
But at this moment, I didn't have the mood to guess what this guy was thinking. I saw more and more lamas and believers rushing towards me. I knew that if I continued to stay like this, I would probably be rushed by these people. People "rectify the Fa on the spot".
So, I no longer hesitated and got up from the ground, reached for the incense burner on the table, turned around and rushed towards the door.
As I rushed, I thought: "If this bearded lama dares to stop me, I will give him a face full of peach blossoms."
But what I didn't expect was that the moment I rushed to the door, the bearded lama took a step back and made way for me.
I was extremely surprised, but my feet didn't stop at all, and I rushed past the bearded man in one step.
And just as I passed by him, the bearded lama lowered his voice and said to me: "He is waiting for you in Urgilun."
Hearing what the bearded lama said, I was stunned. I opened my mouth and asked, "He is waiting for me in Ulgilun? Who is he? Where is Ulgilun? Who are you?"
The bearded lama did not answer my question, because at this moment three iron rod lamas responsible for protecting the temple had already rushed in front of me.
These three Iron Bar Lamas were extremely fast and rushed in front of me in a few seconds. They were shouting in Tibetan language that I couldn't understand.
In fact, I could probably guess what they were talking about without even asking. Most of them were asking me why I was acting evil here.
When I saw this, I waved my hands hurriedly and couldn't help but said loudly: "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! You have misunderstood! I did not kill Master Gengnan."
I couldn't understand what they were saying, and naturally these three iron lamas couldn't understand what I was saying either.
However, when they saw the flying knife that was still dripping with blood in my hand, their eyes turned red, they shouted loudly, and they picked up the iron rod in their hands and hit it on the head without saying a word.
The iron rod made of pure steel hit my Tianling Cap, left shoulder and kneecap with the whistling sound of the wind.
I secretly screamed, "No!"
In desperation, I could only jump back into the house.
The three Iron Bar Lamas were obviously very understanding and experienced on weekdays, and they didn't feel impetuous at all after a missed attack.
The big lama in the middle immediately squatted down, and the thinner young lama on the left immediately turned over and jumped on his back. With his feet lifted by the big lama's strength, he jumped onto the roof.
At the same time, the short lama on the right didn't stop and ran towards the back window of the house with all his strength.
In just a few seconds, the three iron-rod lamas surrounded me tightly in the room.
I am a soldier, so I naturally know how well these three iron lamas work together.
Facing such an opponent, I couldn't help but feel tense again and again, thinking to myself: "Grandma! These three guys just deliberately forced me back into the house just so that they could catch a turtle in a jar."
But before I could think too much about it, the tall lama rushed into the house with an iron rod in his hand.
Although the tall lama is a practitioner, he has a very bad temper.
The first thing he saw after entering the room was the great lama Gengnan lying behind the table, and he thought it was a high-decibel roar.
Good guy, this voice really made my eardrums buzz, and it took me a long time to calm down.
I waved my hand at him and said loudly: "Master, you have misunderstood. I really did not do this..."
But the tall lama couldn't listen to what I said. In his heart, I was already the murderous devil.
The tall lama couldn't help but say something. He stared with a pair of red eyes, raised the iron rod high, and used a traditional martial arts move of raising fire to the sky. He aimed it at my shoulder and smashed it down.
Seeing that it didn't make sense, I could only rely on force to speak. I immediately turned away from my mother-in-law, so I became distraught and hid sideways.
The tall lama hit it with his stick, and there was a "bang" sound, and the table not far in front of him broke into two pieces.
After I dodged the blow, I turned around and bounced off the ground like a rabbit. I kicked the tall lama in the face and chest with two feet.
When the tall lama saw me fighting back, he became more convinced that I was the murderer. After shouting loudly, he pulled the rod back to his chest, raised his knees and exerted force. The whole iron rod made a huge fan in the air and hit me on the back. Come over.
I knew in my heart that if I were hit by it, I would probably meet the King of Hell directly.
Therefore, I dare not slack off at all. When I saw the iron rod hitting me, I bent down suddenly, and the iron rod almost passed behind my clothes.
Although I escaped the fatal blow from the iron rod, I was really shocked and broke into a cold sweat.
I cursed in my heart, "Grandma! It was so dangerous just now! It would be okay if it got hit!"
However, despite the scolding, my movements did not slow down at all.
After escaping the fatal blow from the tall lama, he raised his body first, and then got shorter. He drew a big "V" in the air, and then raised his fists and aimed at the tall lama's lower abdomen and kidneys. Just three punches.
My boxing skills were learned in the army. They are not fancy, but extremely practical. If I hit these three punches firmly, the tall lama would basically be offline temporarily.
But what surprised me was that this tall lama seemed to know my boxing style very well. When I threw the first punch, he had already jumped back. At the same time, he flipped his wrist and held it in his hand. The iron rod rotated and protected his chest like a windmill.
Just like that, the tall lama and I started fighting in this small room, punching and kicking each other.
However, fortunately, the space in the room was limited, and the power of the protective iron rod in his hand could not be fully exerted. In addition, without the help of the other two iron rod lamas, after a few rounds of fighting, I actually fought with the tall lama. Evenly matched.
But as time passed, I began to think in my mind, "Grandma! This place is not suitable for fighting. If those two lamas come in later, I probably won't be able to leave. Thirty-six tactics to get out of here." The best thing to do is to leave the green hills without worrying about having no firewood... Yes, just do it... As for the misunderstanding of Master Sha Gengnan, I will come back and explain to them when I have the opportunity in the future. I have more important things to do now. We have to do it, we can’t waste our time here.”
Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated, raised my hand and punched the tall lama in the face.
This punch, I punched quickly and urgently, the force was too strong, and my whole body also had a tendency to move forward.
The tall lama obviously did not expect my sudden ferocity, thinking that I was probably a trapped beast still fighting, so he did not fight me head-on. Instead, he held the stick in his backhand and prepared to hit my wrist with the end of the stick.
But what he never expected was that my punch was a feint. When he saw the tall lama's stick hitting my wrist, he immediately retracted his right hand, and then took out something from his arms with his left hand. He raised his hand, A large plume of soot surrounded the tall lama.
The incense ashes were the incense ashes that I took away from the incense burner.
The tall lama didn't even think that I would have such a skill. I was caught off guard and had my face covered with incense ash.
To be honest, this style of fighting is purely the way street gangsters fight, although I usually despise this kind of "playing with sand" style of fighting.
But at this time, I no longer care about so much. As long as I can get out as soon as possible, I don't care.
After the successful blow, the tall lama shouted, threw away the iron rod, and hurriedly rubbed his eyes with his hands.
I was so happy that I reached out and picked up the iron rod that the tall lama had thrown away, and rushed out of the house as soon as I was possessed.
