Tiebang Lama's face suddenly changed, he just let out a bad cry, and then he fell backwards.
I had quick eyesight and quick hands, and hurriedly held his back.
When I looked at Tiebang Lama, his face was as golden as paper, and his breath was like a gossamer.
I was worried that his life was in danger, so I quickly checked his pulse.
After checking, I found his pulse.
It also disappears and appears, and it seems possible to go to the Western Paradise at any time.
I didn't understand what the bardo was, and it didn't seem like I was possessed by a ghost.
I didn't know what to do for a while.
Uncle Ming, who was standing opposite us, said: "Why did Adong die?
Did you murder him?"
He winked at his subordinate Peter Huang, indicating that he should protect him.
The fat man on the side mistakenly thought that Uncle Ming was asking Peter Huang to take action, so he took out his paratrooper knife and stepped forward to knock Uncle Ming down.
Peter Huang pulled out his dagger and stood in front of Uncle Ming like an iron tower.
There was a moment of tension in the castle, and the tense atmosphere was like a huge powder keg that would explode with the slightest spark.
Han Shuna was afraid of hurting her goddaughter, so she hurriedly pulled Axiang away from her.
Seeing that Fatty and Peter Huang were about to go in with the white knife and come out with the red knife, I thought to myself, if we take action, we won't suffer.
The other party is a bad old man and two women.
Even if Peter Huang has a few tricks, he is just a Southeast Asian at best.
A guerrilla, it wouldn't be a problem for Fatty to deal with him, as long as he doesn't kill anyone.
Shiry Yang thought I was trying to persuade him, but seeing that I remained calm and seemed to want to watch the excitement, he pushed me with his hand.
I was startled, and then I realized that for some reason I had never treated Uncle Ming's group as one of our own, but if we really started a fight here, it would be of no benefit to both parties.
I shouted to everyone: "Comrades, please calm down.
This is a misunderstanding, and this is not in Beirut.
We can discuss anything calmly."
I took Adong to the ruins of the royal city to steal the Silver-Eyed Buddha.
He was discovered by Fatty and I and how he died tragically.
Uncle Ming hurriedly got off the slope and said, "Brother Hu is right.
Everything can be discussed.
That bad guy A Dong is just after some petty profits.
He should have died a long time ago.
Don't hurt your kindness for him."
After a pause, he then said: "The top priority now is that this master lama is finished.
Let's burn his body quickly, otherwise, we will all suffer.
In the ancient scripture I read, there is a part about the bardo. body."
Uncle Ming told us that you all don’t know this bad guy A Dong.
Even though he often does sneaky things like twisting doors and picking locks, his courage is smaller than that of a rabbit.
Even if he turns into a ghost, he doesn’t dare to embarrass you. , but the problem is that the current bardo body must have been washed away by something.
Because the process of the bardo described in the sutras is very terrifying and lasts for seven or forty-nine days.
During this period, you will see a goddess with a bear head and a white body, holding a human corpse as a stick, or carrying a A bowl full of blood, a cephalon bowl, etc.
It's all very scary.
Once the bardo body is dissipated, it will become "dirt".
If it is not burned away, it will kill others.
However, Uncle Ming also knew little about this matter.
Although he read the ancient scripture of the Samsara Sect all day long, he only read some content about the Glacier Crystal Corpse, and passed the other parts in passing.
Moreover, in the scripture, there is no mention of the Chinese scriptures.
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The Yin body is not introduced in detail.
I lowered my head to check Tiebang Lama's condition, and found that several black blood vessels seemed to have popped up on the Lama's eyelids, so I opened his eyelids and saw that his eyes were covered with many black filaments, as if he was suffering from a lack of sleep.
Red threads appeared, but the bloodshot eyes in his eyes were all black.
Looking carefully, I found that the black threads in the eyes extended to the face, as if the blood vessels and nerves under the skin had turned black, with veins crisscrossing all the way to the arms.
Everyone couldn't help but break into a cold sweat after seeing the Lama's situation.
What could be so powerful?
At this moment, Tiebang Lama was unconscious and could not tell us how to deal with this situation.
At present, among us, only Shirey Yang seems to know some tantric things, but when asked, Shirey Yang doesn't know how to save him.
The bardo body is a secret that is not taught in Tantric Buddhism.
Only a few monks in Sikkim master the real secret.
I am afraid that even if Tiebang Lama is sane, he may not be able to solve it.
I was anxious, were we really going to watch Tiebang Lama die?
He came all the way to help us.
If something happened to him, he might as well let me die for him.
Shiry Yang said to me: "Lao Hu, don't worry, maybe Axiang can help us.
I think Axiang may have instinctive eyes.
Let her see what's going on inside the lama's body, and maybe she can find a solution."
On the road two days ago, Tiebang Lama told us that the little girl Axiang has a pair of "instinct eyes".
In Tantra, lamas believe that eyes can be divided into six realms.
The first is ordinary human eyes, which refers to mortals with normal vision.
The second kind of eyes is called the "original eye", the instinctive eyes.
It is a kind of eyes with keen intuition like wild animals.
Since it is not polluted by the secular world, the range of vision is much wider than that of human beings.
This range does not refer to the depth of vision, but it can capture some things that normal people cannot see. something.
Secondly, there is the "Third Eye", which can see the situations of sentient beings in both worlds in the past and future for many lives.
The fourth type is called "Dharma Eyes", such as the eyes of Bodhisattvas and Arhats, which can clearly see things before and after hundreds of kalpas.
The fifth is the "Holy Eye", which can clearly see things before and after millions of kalpas.
The highest state is the "Buddha Eye", which is boundless and can clearly see the eternity from beginning to end.
After Shiry Yang reminded me, I thought that perhaps Axiang was the only life-saving straw.
I immediately put on my amiable PLA uncle expression and asked Axiang to help me find out what Tiebang Lama was like. .
Ah Xiang hid behind Uncle Ming and said, "I can only see a bloody figure.
It looks like A Dong.
Some black things are wrapped around Master Lama's body, and the right hand is the densest."
The most you can see is this, and if you look at it for a long time, you will get a headache, and you won’t dare to look at it any more.
I curled my lips, thinking that this was nothing but a black thing, so I didn't say anything, but I couldn't force Axiang, so I had to turn to Shiry Yang to discuss countermeasures.
Shiry Yang lifted up the Tiebang Lama's sleeve, looked at his right hand, and said to me: "When I was looking at the fur of the Himalayan Savage just now, Master Lama's finger was pricked by a hard thorn in the fur.
At that time we I haven’t noticed.
Could it be that this is not the Bardo’s fault at all, but that there is something wrong with the fur?”
When I heard this, I felt even more strange.
I squatted down to look at Tiebang Lama's finger.
Sure enough, there was a small hole in the middle finger, but there was no bleeding.
I hurriedly said to the fat man: "Go into the house quickly and take out the fur and burn it.
That skin has eccentric."
The fat man ran into our room in a hurry, turned around and ran out again: "No, he was clearly in the room just now.
He could still run away on his own with long legs.
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Only a few strands of savage black hair are left."
Everyone looked at each other and turned pale.
I said to Shiry Yang: "Perhaps we are all mistaken.
That is not the skin of a Himalayan savage at all, but the skin of a mutated zombie.
Maybe it belongs to the Portuguese priest.
But since it is a dark and vicious one, Pi Mao, we may still have a chance to save Lama."
Since ancient times, the primary issue faced by gold-touching captains is how to deal with zombies and corpse poison.
However, we have never encountered a zombie, but before leaving Beijing, Da Jinya and I had a thorough talk with the fortune teller Chen Xiazi in the bun shop.
The blind man said many things that I rarely heard of, such as the black donkey.
Hooves serve several purposes Although Blind Chen often talks big words, some of the contents are not groundless.
I was stuck for the moment, so I had no choice but to give it a try.
Our few black donkey hooves were found by Yanzi when we went to fight at Heifengkou.
There were a lot of donkeys in the village.
I prepared a total of eight donkeys at that time.
Later, I threw them away as they were used and never replenished them.
When I came back from Yunnan, I lost seven of them.
Only one spare was left at home in Beijing.
This time, the fat man also carried the donkey.
Come.
The fat man rummaged through his luggage for a long time before he found the black donkey's hoof and handed it to me.
I weighed it with my hands, but I wasn't sure whether it would work or not.
I gave it a try.
If it didn't work, it would be God's will.
I was about to take action, but was stopped by Shiry Yang: "You want a living person to eat the black donkey's hooves, it's absolutely not okay.
This will kill people, and effective medical measures must be taken for the lama master."
I said to Shiry Yang: "It's 800 miles away from the Guge ruins.
It's a miracle that you can find a herdsman.
Where can you find a doctor?
Although my method is crude, it has its origins, and it will never let you."
Lama Ake took the black donkey's hoof into his mouth.
It's important to save people now, and I don't have time to tell you carefully.
If the black and fierce skin is not removed as soon as possible, not only will Lama Tiebang's life not be saved, but the person will also escape.
The more you die."
My last words made everyone speechless, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense again.
I don't know who discovered the situation, exclaimed, and asked everyone to look at the lama's face.
Outside the abandoned castle, it had stopped raining, but the dull thunder rumbled continuously.
The fire in the stone house was about to go out because no one had added dried cow dung to it.
The dim light of the fire shone on Tiebang Lama's face.
Everyone took a breath of air when they saw it.
Tiebang Lama's body was shaking.
Stiff, a layer of extremely fine black fuzz grew on his face.
This originally fine living person now looks like a zombie about to transform into a corpse.
I said to everyone: "Don't panic, these are just corpse tendons.
It's still too late to save people.
You hurry up and light a smaller fire.
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You also need a bowl of water and a straw of at least 20 centimeters.
The faster you get, the better." good."
Uncle Ming also knew that Lama Tiebang was an important figure.
With him, many problems related to ancient Tibetan customs could be easily solved.
He was also proficient in Tibetan medicine and medical science.
With his help, he went to Karamir to find the nine-story demon tower on the top of the dragon. , you can get twice the result with half the effort, both public and private, you have to save people, so you immediately brought Peter Huang and Han Shuna to help save people.
I examined the palm of Tiebang Lama's right hand.
The situation here was the most serious.
The bruise reached to the elbow.
The punctured hole on the finger was already as big as a pea.
Half of the arm was black and purple.
I pressed it lightly with my hand, and the skin It looked like there was mud underneath, and it was starting to fester from the inside out.
Seeing that Tiebang Lama was in a critical situation, I held the black donkey's hoof tightly in my hand, thinking all the time that it would be nice if there were a few more.
One black donkey's hoof was really too few.
Although I told everyone that it was still too late to save the lama, now it seems that I am not even 10% sure, but if I do nothing, I can only watch him slowly die.
I was weighing the pros and cons in my mind, and even when I was a little hesitant, Shiry Yang gently patted my shoulder: "We are all ready, but where can we find any straw on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?
The guide Tashi put his copper The pipe of the tobacco pipe has been removed, can you see if it is suitable for use?"
I took it from Shiry Yang and saw that it was a copper pipe from a hookah.
It was slender and hollow, just right for use.
I moved the iron rod lama to the small fire they had just lit, poured half of the large bowl of water, and put the rest under the lama's right hand.
Then I took out the paratrooper knife and cut the old and hard black donkey's hoof into pieces.
Next small slice.
Everyone gathered around the fire and watched my every move with concern.
Shiry Yang asked me: "Do you still want Master Lama to eat black donkey hooves?
This thing will kill people if eaten, even if it is cut into small pieces."
Can’t eat it.”
The fat man also expressed doubts and said: "Commander Hu, Uncle Lama is still alive.
Do you really want to treat him like a big rice dumpling?"
Uncle Ming also asked: "Black donkey's hooves can cure diseases."
I chewed my teeth and said to the few people watching: "Comrades, please stop making troubles.
In this world, one thing defeats another.
This is the law of nature.
Of course, the Tiebang Lama is not a zombie, but he is now His condition seems to be that he is trapped by corpse energy.
Only by burning thick smoke with a black donkey's hooves and burning the sores can he be saved.
If you have any other ideas, please tell me quickly.
If not, don't delay my rescue. " Shiry Yang, Fatty, Uncle Ming and others felt baffled and said in unison: "Use smoke."
I stopped arguing with them.
I first took out a small piece of dry cow dung from the fire, and then put a small piece of black donkey's hoof together to bake.
When the black donkey's hoof encountered the fire, it immediately melted.
There was a lot of smoke coming out.
It is strange to say that the smoke is neither black nor white, lingering gently.
The smoke gradually rises on the fire.
There is no special smell except a strange smell of rotten tree leaves, which makes people shed tears.
I waved my hand and asked everyone to take a few steps back and not to crowd around so tightly, lest their eyes would be damaged by the smoke.
Then I soaked the middle finger of the Iron Bar Lama's right hand in clean water to dissolve the pus and blood around the edge of the hole. .
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It suddenly occurred to me that a person's middle finger belongs to the heart.
If the corpse energy entangles the heart, even if the black donkey's hoof of Zhang Guolao, one of the Eight Immortals, is taken away, the lama's life may not be saved.
I added a small piece of black donkey's hoof and watched as the smoke gradually gathered.
Then I held the brass pipe in my mouth and blew the smoke towards the wound on the lama's finger.
In less than half a minute, I saw clear water flowing out drop by drop from the hole on the fingertip, which was enough to cover more than a bowl.
I was so happy when I saw that the fruit had a miraculous effect, I messed up my breathing rhythm, held the pipe in my mouth and inhaled, and immediately inhaled a big puff of smoke, which made me choke and make my nose and tears flow out.
I felt like I couldn't express anything in my chest.
I felt nauseated and my mind was spinning, so I quickly handed the pipe to the fat man and asked him to take my place temporarily.
I vomited outside the door for a while and took a few big breaths of the air after the rain, and then I felt slightly better.
When I returned to the ancient bunker, water no longer flowed out of the Iron Bar Lama's fingertips, and the wound seemed to be covered by Something was blocked from inside.
I turned on the flashlight and looked at it.
There seemed to be a black object inside.
Shiry Yang hurriedly found a small tweezers, sterilized it, clamped the black object in the wound, and gently pulled it out.
At a glance, it turned out to be clumps of black hair, all curled and knotted.
How did you get in?
Then use the black donkey's hoof to smoke and smoke, and clear water will flow out again.
After a while, a messy ball of hair will be taken out from it.
Every time I took out some black hair, the black hair on the lama's face seemed to lighten a little bit.
Thank God, it seems that there is finally a way to save it.
We just need to remove the black hair from those zombies before the remaining half of the black donkey's hoofs are used up.
Once all the hair is removed, you'll be safe.
The lama's life was saved, and my anxious heart finally relaxed.
I lit a cigarette, and while smoking, I sat on the ground and watched Shirey Yang and others rescue Tiebang Lama.
At this time, Uncle Ming came over and asked me.
He wanted to know why the black donkey's hooves were so effective against zombies.
The expedition team will enter Karamir in the Kunlun Mountains soon.
They should prepare a large number of them to take with them in case of emergencies.
After returning to Hong Kong, they should also keep more than a hundred at home.
My first knowledge of black donkey hooves came from stories told by my grandfather.
At that time, my grandfather often told that kind of story, such as a young man who was driving at night and lived in a dilapidated and deserted ancient temple.
In the middle of the night, a zombie flew down from the sky outside. , that kind of thing is called flying zombie.
The zombie is holding a big girl, maybe it was caught from other places.
When it gets to the temple, it wants to eat the big girl's flesh and drink the big girl's blood.
The young man acted bravely and stuffed the black donkey's hoof into the zombie's mouth, and the zombie was finished.
The young man and the young girl fell in love at first sight, and then they started doing whatever they wanted.
When I got older and was no longer interested in such retarded stories, my grandfather would tell me some real experiences or folklore, but he didn’t know much about the origin of the black donkey’s hooves.
I don’t know the details, but I only know that it is a tool used by professional tomb robbers to touch the gold captain, and it can deal with zombies in the ancient tombs.
Zombies have been around for a long time, and there are many legends.
The reason why they can revive people is because of the fine hairs growing on corpses.
According to Shiry Yang, it may be a kind of corpse bacteria that is stimulated by bioelectricity. resulting in intensified changes.
But whether this is the case, we have no way of knowing.
We only know that there are some items used to restrain zombies, and they all have good effects, not just this one.
Uncle Ming suddenly realized: "Oh, if you explain it this way, I will understand.
Just like Maoshan magic uses peach wood, and touching the gold captain uses black donkey hooves.
According to what your brother Hu said last time, it is killing pigs.
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Everyone has their own way of killing butts.”
I said: "Uncle Ming, you have a really good memory.
In fact, we are like-minded but different.
We are all determined to make a fortune by fighting each other, but the methods we can use are very different.
Just like your ancestors did the business of carrying corpses and digging through the trunks, isn't it the same?"
Do you want to worship the thirteen-whiskered porcelain cat before you go out, and then bring three double-yolk eggs with you before you dare to do anything?"
I used to sit in a well and look at the sky, thinking that black donkey hooves can only be stuffed into zombies' mouths.
In fact, there are many uses, which I have never heard of.
Later, at a steamed bun shop in Beijing, I heard blind man Chen explain in detail the usage of black donkey hooves and other items.
Legend has it that in the early years, there was a gold-touching captain who worked in Yandang Mountain.
Suddenly there was a heavy thunderstorm, thunder and lightning, and a cave opened in the mountain.
When I leaned inside, I saw that it was hollow like a house.
It turned out to be an ancient tomb.
Based on experience, I judged that there must be treasures in it.
So the captain who touched the gold fell down the rope and saw a huge coffin in the underground palace inside the cave.
When he opened it, he found that the deceased lying inside had a white beard reaching to his belly.
His appearance was very majestic.
At first glance, he was not an ordinary person. .
From the corpse's mouth, a bead was obtained, and from the coffin, an ancient sword was obtained.
If you want to look at it again, you will find that the coffin and the underground palace were turned into ashes when the mountain wind came in from the outside.
Only two ancient characters "Great Cause" that were preserved and still legible were found on the stone tablets in the cave.
Judging from them, This should be an ancient tomb from the Sui Dynasty.
When Captain Touch Jin saw that there was nothing else in the hole, he left the ancient sword behind, wrapped it in beads and left.
On the way out, his ankle was accidentally knocked by a hard object.
He felt a slight pain at the time and did not notice it, but when he returned After returning home, I washed my feet with warm water and saw a small blister forming on the scratched area.
I then felt extremely itchy and painful, and the entire leg began to gradually turn black and ulcerate.
An old friend happened to be visiting.
This old friend was a doctor and had many secret recipes handed down from his family.
One look at the wound on Colonel Jin's foot and he knew it was pricked by corpse hair, so he sent people to find black shit.
I only wanted the dry and white ones, but I couldn't find them anywhere.
I was running around in a hurry when I discovered the black donkey's hoof that Captain Jin had kept at his home.
According to ancient prescriptions, this product also has the same effect on ghosts and evil spirits.
Then burn the smoke and take out many white beard-like hairs from the wound.
After that, this secret recipe began to be used by Colonel Mo Jin.
I told Uncle Ming this mainly because I wanted to distract my energy a little, because the life of the Iron Bar Lama was hanging by a thread, which put me under great psychological pressure.
What if the black donkey's hooves are not enough?
Such pessimistic thoughts simply don't exist.
Don't even dare to think about it.
At this time, Shiry Yang seemed to notice something was wrong with Tiebang Lama, and hurriedly turned back to greet me: "Come and see, what is this?"
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