Dozens of giant strange fish over three meters in size were seen crawling on top of hundreds of rotting corpses.
With every powerful swing of the strange fish, countless pieces of carrion flew up from the bottom of the lake, making the bottom of the lake become increasingly turbid.
And underneath the hundreds of corpses, there were countless bones. The top layer of bones exudes a faint white light and looks like it has recently decayed.
But the further you go down, the more serious the decay of the bones becomes. By the time you reach the bottom, the bones have turned into a thick layer of bone mud and deposited on the bottom of the lake, turning the bottom of the lake into something like rice cereal.
But what makes Zhan Yitian even more incredible is that on such a pile of corpses covering several acres, there are wisps of extremely pure water spiritual energy emanating from it into the surrounding lakes.
And those dozens of strange fish are lying on the pile of bones, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy in them. They look like they are drunk. Even if Zhan Yitian uses his spiritual thoughts to sweep over them, they will He just moved his body and ignored it.
"It seems that the spiritual energy in this lake comes from here, and it emanates from these bones!"
When Zhan Yitian saw this, he finally understood the source of the aura of the lake. But when he thought about swallowing a mouthful of water splashed by Fang Wenxin during the day, his stomach felt like it was overturned, and he almost vomited something.
Zhan Tiantian suppressed his nausea, and after a while he suppressed it forcefully. But after learning about this situation, Zhan Tiantian no longer wanted to practice here anymore.
Because Zhan Yitian believes that using the spiritual energy obtained from the dead to improve his own cultivation, the final result will definitely affect his own state of mind, and it is not worth burying such troubles.
So, after Zhan Yitian pondered for a while, he immediately turned around and headed back the way he came. As for why there were so many bones deep in the lake bottom, Zhan Yitian planned to wait until dawn before asking nearby residents for clarification.
Early the next morning, the genius was slightly bright, and Zhan Zhan washed up from the guest room, while Xiang Hui was still sleeping sweetly.
Just looking at the way he was smacking his mouth, he seemed to be enjoying some delicious food. However, looking at the center of the thin quilt he was covering, he was already unique and had the momentum to conquer the mountains and rivers. I really didn't know what he was doing in his sweet dream. What are you doing?
After washing up, Zhan Yitian walked out of the hotel and stood alone on the street looking toward the east.
Looking in the direction Zhan Tiantian was looking at, he could see two black spots slowly approaching from far to near at the end of the dim road.
Although the two black spots moved slowly, after a meal, the black spots turned into human figures. It turned out that they were two Tibetans over fifty years old, each pushing a handcart and kneeling along the road to the west. come over.
The two of them basically followed the same pace. They first placed the wooden cart on the roadside, kowtowed and knelt down 200 meters away, and then returned to push the cart.
Ever since he saw the two of them, Zhan Yitian discovered that the two of them had been going back and forth like this, kneeling and worshiping little by little along the way.
Zhan Yitian was very curious when he saw it, so he stood quietly on the side of the road and watched the two people gradually approaching.
After about half an hour, the two Tibetans came to Zhan Tiantian on their knees.
"Uncle and aunt, you guys have been kneeling all the way here, where are you going?" Seeing the two people approaching, Zhan Tiantian asked curiously.
The two Tibetans were not surprised when they saw Zhan Tiantian in front of them dressed as a tourist. One of them, an uncle wearing simple Tibetan clothes, replied with a slight smile: "We are on a pilgrimage to the Potala Palace. "
"Oh? This place is still nearly 1,000 kilometers away from Lhasa. Do you really want to kneel and worship all the way there? How long will it take to get there?" Zhan Tiantian was slightly stunned after hearing the uncle's answer, and asked again in surprise.
However, when the uncle saw Zhan Yitian's surprised look, he smiled and said: "Haha, young man, you are a tourist there, right? The Potala Palace is a holy place in the hearts of us Tibetans, as long as you have good intentions and piety, Time doesn’t matter, even if we walk for a year, we will eventually reach the Holy Land.”
After saying that, the uncle and aunt turned around with a smile, ready to go back and push the trolley behind them.
After listening to the uncle's answer, Zhan Yitian looked at their calm steps, his expression suddenly relaxed, and he nodded with understanding.
But Zhan Yitian quickly thought of something, and immediately caught up a few steps, pointed to the lake on one side and asked: "Uncle, do you know the situation in this lake?"
After listening to Zhan Yitian's questions, the Tibetan uncle and aunt both turned around and stared at Zhan Yitian with strange eyes for a long time.
When they saw that there was no panic or confusion in Zhan Tiantian's eyes, the uncle said slowly and thoughtfully: "This lake is called Anmucuo, and its waterway is connected to Ranwu Lake. It is said that these two The lake has existed here for tens of thousands of years, and has always been a place used by residents here for sacrifices and water burials."
"Sacrifice! Water burial!...Thank you, uncle!"
After listening to the Tibetan uncle's answer, Zhan Yitian silently recited twice with sudden enlightenment, and then immediately nodded in thanks.
Seeing that there were no more problems with Zhan Yitian, the Tibetan uncle and aunt smiled at Zhan Yitian again, then continued to walk to the trolley, and continued their pilgrimage devoutly.
"So that's it. Presumably the place where corpses are piled in the deep lake, even if it is not a fixed burial place for the locals, has also formed the reason for the growth of the strange fish in the lake! I don't know if this is a blessing, or maybe it is Woe!" Zhan Tiantian looked at the Anmucuo Lake on the roadside in the distance, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart!
When Zhan Yiyi returned to the guest room again, Xiang Hui and others had already gotten up and washed up one after another.
Half an hour later, Shao Yong drove the car to Wuran Hotel on time. After everyone was busy tidying up, they embarked on the journey again.
It was already bright at this time, and Anmucuo Lake beside National Highway 318 was still blue and beautiful. The place where the sun shined was sparkling, and it was quiet and peaceful.
When Zhan was in the car one day and once again looked at this huge lake in the distance, he was a little confused for a moment.
The frightening scene last night seemed to echo in my mind like a dream. Did people create this strange lake here, or did this lake confuse people's hearts? Zhan Yitian couldn't guess, but Zhan Yitian hoped that humans and all things in the world could coexist harmoniously, so as to achieve the purpose of self-destruction. This is the best result.
It is more than 100 kilometers from Ranwu to Bomi, and the scenery along the way is beautiful and pleasant.
For a while, the car was driving among primeval forests, and for a while, it was in close contact with the turbulent rapids of the Brahmaputra River. From a distance, there were majestic snow-capped mountains, and up close, there was a quiet lake reflecting the green mountains and green forests. The truck was driving forward slowly in this beautiful place like a gallery, but more beautiful than a gallery.
Along the way, we can continue to meet Tibetans who are either walking alone or in groups making pilgrimages to the Potala Palace.
The further you go, the more such people there are, and these Tibetans all push their carts and kneel down to worship.
Seeing this, Zhan Yitian sighed even more in his heart. He sincerely admired the Tibetan people for having such piety and belief, and at this time, a warmth gradually rose in his heart, and his mood was unexpectedly full at this moment. Some improvements and consolidations were made.
It was lunch time when we arrived in Bomi, so Shao Yong couldn't refuse and stayed to have lunch with Xiang Hui and others.
During the meal, Shao Yong once again expressed his gratitude to Xiang Hui and others for their hospitality. Xiang Hui, Zhan Yitian and the two goddesses also affirmed and thanked Shao Yong for his help along the way.
Since he was arriving in Linzhi tomorrow, in order to express his gratitude more sincerely, Xiang Hui insisted on buying two cigarettes and took 200 yuan and gave them to Shao Yong.
This arrangement was discussed by Xiang Hui and others when they were in Ranwuzhen. To be honest, Xiang Hui is really a bit confused about this.
Originally, according to Xiang Hui's intention, it was enough to give two cigarettes, but the journey was indeed difficult. If it weren't for Shao Yong's help, they might not have even reached Batang. So, Xiang Hui wanted to add 400 yuan in addition to two cigarettes, so he settled on 150 yuan per person.
But the two goddesses felt a little heartbroken when they heard that. They thought that they had entertained others along the way. Although the food they ate was not delicacies from the mountains and seas, they were really local characteristics. Besides, others who were soldiers would never be greedy. Taking advantage of the common people...
In this way, under the constant persuasion and encouragement of the two goddesses, Xiang Hui finally lowered the standard of 200 yuan.
But when it came time to give gifts, Shao Yong's attitude was indeed consistent with what the two goddesses had guessed. When Shao Yong saw Xiang Hui holding cigarettes and stuffing money, he felt embarrassed and gave in.
However, with the constant persuasion of the two goddesses, Shao Yong finally accepted the cigarettes without being forced, but he firmly refused the 200 yuan.
Seeing Shao Yong's persistence, Xiang Hui had no choice but to stay away. After dinner, after agreeing on a departure time for the next day, Shao Yong drove quickly to the military station. Reporting back to the military station was still his important task.
