That night, Han Sheng chatted with Wu Chushan's father and daughter until late before they came out of their room, and under the moonlight, they walked behind the big trees in the red pine forest to relieve themselves.
"Donor Hansheng, please come with me to the lake."
A very small voice drilled into his ears, and Han Sheng snorted.
The blue moonlight sprinkled on the calm surface of the lake, and there was silence all around, and a red-clothed lama stood on the shore with his hands in his hands, and on his shoulders, a large black crow squatted on the left and right, which looked very strange.
"The master came late at night, I don't know what is important" Han Sheng walked up to him and saw that the person who came turned out to be the old Lama Tenzin who he had seen in the lama temple during the day.
Lama Tenzin turned around, and in the moonlight, his face looked a little pale.
"Hansheng donor, it seems that there are enemies outside the valley who are searching for you, can you tell the old man who your enemies are?"
asked Lama Tenzin.
"The enemy" Hansheng's brain turned rapidly, it stands to reason that the father and son of the Huang family have been killed and injured, Xiao Yanfang has also been killed by a bullet, and he fell off the cliff in front of everyone, could it be that the group of people in the capital tracked him up again Thinking of this, he asked, "What kind of people are coming?"
Lama Tenzin looked at Han Sheng and said, "Two people, one old and one young, have very strange accents, and in their mutual conversation, their names have been mentioned. ” An old man and a young man scratched their heads, they really couldn't think of such two people.
"What else did they say?"
asked Hansheng.
"I don't understand, the dialect I speak is very strange, and I am definitely not from the Central Plains."
Lama Tenzin said.
Han Sheng shook his head and said, "I have never had such two people in my memory, wait for me to go out and have a look." ” Lama Tenzin solemnly admonished: "The valley mouth of the Blue Moon Valley is only revealed in the middle of the night when the moon is full, and it is very short-lived, and you will not be able to find it if you miss the time." ” Han Sheng was surprised: "Why is this happening?"
Tenzin hesitated for a moment, and finally explained to Han Sheng: "In the entire Meili Snow Mountain area, only the mountains in the Blue Moon Valley are made of kyanite, which the Han people call it dolerite.
Kyanite emits a thick fog day and night, hiding the Blue Moon Valley, so very few people in the world know about the existence of this valley, and the people in it live freely and freely, never worrying that outsiders will come to disturb them.
The blue fog only disappears for a moment on the fifteenth day of the month. ” "Then, Xiangxi Lao Suo and Uncle Shanren both happened to come to the Blue Moon Valley by mistake on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar."
Han Sheng suddenly realized.
"Exactly, when we missed the late night of the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, even our people who lived in the valley for a long time could not find the entrance, so we had to wait for another month."
Lama Tenzin said.
"Then how did the master hear about these two people outside the valley?"
asked Han Sheng, puzzled.
Tenzin smiled slightly, pointed to the crow on his shoulder, and said, "It was the crow who could hear it." ” The "Divine Crow" looked at the two black crows suspiciously, they are not starlings who can learn their tongues simply, how is it possible "This is a kind of blackbird unique to the Blue Moon Valley, different from the stupid crows in your Central Plains, they are very intelligent, and they have an excellent memory, and they do have the ability to forget, I don't believe they can be repeated again."
Lama Tenzin said with a smile and rubbing the black hair on the back of the crow's neck.
"I don't believe it."
Han Sheng shook his head categorically and said.
Unexpectedly, before the words fell, the two crows glared at Han Sheng angrily, and then actually muttered Han Sheng was surprised to listen to the two of them retell in human voices, and they actually imitated the conversational voices of an old man and a young man respectively, sometimes hurried and sometimes soothing, and sure enough, the words "Han Sheng" came out several times.
"They're Japanese," Hansheng said in surprise.
Tenzin looked at Han Sheng with a puzzled gaze.
"They speak Japanese, it's strange, Takeo Murakami died under the Jin Dao Chang Tiangang Qigong, and Inufushi was also sprayed to death by the enema water of the Jin Dao Chang, why did two more Japanese come here" Han Sheng said puzzled.
"So, the Japanese are your enemies, they won't be the one who wants to fight the Blue Moon Valley," Tenzin said with some doubts.
"I'll go out of the valley and see."
Han Sheng said.
"Then you can only come back on the fifteenth of the next month."
Lama Tenzin reminded him.
Han Sheng smiled slightly, and said in his heart, others have to wait for a month, but I can easily find it back with my fly's eye, it is nothing more than jumping off the cliff again, recalling that the last time I fell off the cliff really gives people a fluttering taste, I have long wanted to find a chance to try again.
"I decided to go out of the valley."
Han Sheng said in a firm tone.
Lama Tenzin was silent for a long time, and finally said in a deep voice: "Let it all go, Lord Hansheng, do you remember that today in the monastery, the old man told you about the Buddhist beads of Dampa Rinpoche?"
Han Sheng nodded and said, "Remember, the master said that the Buddha beads may help me in the future. ” Tenzin smiled and said: "Yes, this string of Buddhist beads is handed down by the abbot Rinpoche of the past generations, it is made of kyanite essence, called the bardo mantra beads, which is closed and blessed with a kind of magical power of the living Buddhas of the past dynasties.
Danba left this pearl to you, it seems that the fate of the cold benefactor is really not shallow. ” Han Sheng was taken aback, it turned out that this string of Buddha beads had such a big origin, it was not only a bardo mantra bead, but also a thing to ward off evil spirits.
"Since this bardo mantra bead is the treasure of your temple, it is inconvenient for Hansheng to stay by his side, so it is better to return it to the master."
As he spoke, Han Sheng took out the string of Buddhist beads from his bosom and handed it to Guru Tenzin.
"No," Lama Tenzin said, waving his hand, "Lord Hansheng, since Dangpa Rinpoche has asked you to keep the prophecy of the Living Buddha of Geda and give you the mantra beads, there must be a deep meaning, please don't push it off, just do what Danpa wants."
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Tenzin explained the route out of the valley to Han Sheng in detail, and then floated away with the two crows.
Han Sheng silently watched the old lama's red monk's robe gradually disappear into the pale blue moonlight.
With the hysterical miracle, I can completely go to the rivers and lakes like Liu Jinmo, Han Sheng turned around and walked along the path by the lake towards the outside of the valley.
Under the moonlight, Han Sheng hurriedly walked at night along the path pointed out by the old lama Tenzin.
In the pine forest by the lake, Liu Jinmo and Xiao Cuihua's grave sat in front of the mentally sluggish, half-drunk ancestor, she regretted that she couldn't follow Liu Jinmo immediately, in that case, she would definitely prevent him from drinking the poisoned wine, if Liu Jinmo was still alive, she would even take the initiative to quit, and achieve Xiao Cuihua and them.
But now it's: On the night of lovesickness, Zu Ying couldn't sleep alone, the wine and tea were cool, and the green mound was long, and he failed his lover, and the morning was full of Nanke's dream The ancestor put down the empty wine jar, just when he was in a state of lovesickness and confusion, he suddenly heard footsteps passing by the lakeside path, and looked at it with drunken eyes, but the figure of the person walking in a hurry was like a very cold life.
It's so late, where is Han Sheng going to go alone, the ancestor was puzzled, so he slowly stood up, and thought in his heart, don't do anything, this kid doesn't know any martial arts at all.
Thinking of this, the ancestor gently lifted his breath and followed.
The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and I could only see the hazy path under my feet, and there was a vast blue patch around me, and nothing could be seen.
Hansheng stumbled through the winding valley and didn't know how long he walked, just when he felt completely lost, the fog in front of him slowly dissipated, and a sapphire green lake appeared in front of him, horizontal like a mirror, reflecting the snow-capped mountains and a round of waning moon, cold and quiet.
There is a bonfire burning on the shore, and two people are sitting next to the bonfire, and the aroma of barbecue fills the air with mouth-watering.
Han Sheng walked over, and the sound of footsteps caught the attention of the two men.
This is an old man and a young man, the old man is pale and miserable, skinny, with two sunken eye sockets, green pupils, and he is wearing a black suit with a white tie in front of his collar.
The boy was a child, about seven or eight years old, with a pink and red face, eyes bulging like bull's eyes, covered with bright red bloodshots, and a cream-white children's suit, scarlet tie, and a black, gold-dotted handkerchief peeking out of the pocket of his jacket.
Two fragrant birds were roasted on the fire, and the ground was littered with black feathers and guts and other internal organs, which looked like the "crows" on the shoulders of Lama Tenzin.
"Yours, who" the old man asked, standing up and warily in stiff Chinese.
Sure enough, it was two Japanese, Han Sheng looked at them attentively, they didn't have weapons in their hands, but they each carried a small canvas backpack, which was bulging.
Han Sheng thought, walking on the rivers and lakes, you must not expose your details first.
"Are you tourists, how did you get to the most remote area of Meili Snow Mountain," Han Sheng asked rhetorically.
The old man and the young man looked at each other for a moment, and then the old man nodded and said, "Ours is a tourist, looking for someone."
"The voice is weird.
"Are you looking for a woman?"
Han Sheng asked with a smile on his face, deliberately tentatively.
The old man grinned and followed Han Sheng's words and said, "Yes, it's a girl, a flower girl." ” His mouth was a mess, and he didn't even have a single tooth, and his mouth was full of pink jagged gum meat.
The young man turned his bulging bull's eyes and glared at the old man fiercely, so frightened that he lowered his head and did not dare to say anything more.
"Well, yours, what are you doing when you come to the lake late at night" The young man stood up and looked at Han Shengdao, his tone quite old-fashioned.
The child's two rows of tiny teeth were very neat, just like Shen Cai's.
"My family lives near here, and they came out to look for cattle, and the cattle in my family have been lost."
Hansheng made up a lie.
"Looking for a cow," the young man said suspiciously, his bulging eyes staring at Han Sheng, his nose twitching constantly, and then he seemed to say with great certainty, "Well, it's the smell of corpses." ” The old man's face changed when he heard this, and he quickly pulled out a rusty half-cut samurai war knife from his backpack, with a long handle, the edge of which was not only curled but also full of open teeth.
He jumped in front of Han Sheng with a "whoosh", and the small mung bean-like eyes that were deep in his eye sockets looked directly at Han Sheng viciously, and asked the child: "Senior brother, what kind of corpse is he?"
The young man frowned, and said slowly: "The corpse of the Central Plains is very complicated, I heard that there are eighteen changes, especially the biggest change in women. ” "The eighteen changes of the female college are getting better and better."
The old man recited an idiom from the Central Plains, and a smile appeared on his face.
"He's a man."
The young man glared at the old man again.
The old man's pale face turned red, and then he waved half of the samurai sword with both hands, and shouted at Han Sheng: "Yours, what corpse mine, Kamakura Xiangzhou Goro entered the Taoist Guanshi Authentic Demon Sword, your words" Han Sheng once heard Liu Jinmo say that the more people kill, the more the knife can ward off evil spirits, some high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital specially managed to collect the old war knives of the Japanese army and hang them in the bedroom, so that the ghosts and ghosts did not dare to come, especially those Japanese war knives that cut people with blood stains and rust marks on countless blade collapses, and in the dead of night, they would make a slight whistling sound.
"Hanging in the bedroom, but why did they do this," Han Sheng asked puzzled.
Liu Jinmo once explained in detail, the dignitaries in the capital, generally who have not done bad things because of the fear of having a ghost at night, so often sleepless all night for a long time, and later there are masters to point out the sword to ward off evil spirits, just imagine what knife kills the most is of course the samurai war knife used in the Japanese invasion of China, the knife that has not killed people has no evil effect at all, and later the capital set off a wave of old Japanese war knife collection fever, and the price is getting higher and higher.
Han Sheng looked at the ancient half-cut war knife in the old man's hand, and thought to himself, this knife must be murderous and drank countless blood
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