"According to legend, the nails and hair of the deceased will grow again after being made into a 'flesh-bodied Bodhisattva'. Therefore, on March 3rd every year, a young monk will open a vat and trim the nails of these mummies."
The black-bearded old man standing on the other side of the bright moonlit night sang against him: "That's nonsense! Have you ever seen such a fungus? I think they have turned into monsters. Don't forget, the fungus they brought back The golden vase is engraved with the Sakya female ghost."
"You are so old, I don't need to elaborate on what the Sakya female ghost is, right?"
When we heard the word ‘Sakya female ghost’, Lao Jiang and I’s ears stood up at the same time.
The black-bearded old man continued: "This thing only exists in the land covered with ice and snow. It is the nightmare in the heart of every Tibetan! Legend has it that anyone who sees her true face will become a monster, living or dead..."
"Only you, Blackbeard, can believe the things in legends." The white-bearded old man snorted disdainfully.
The black-bearded old man raised his eyebrows: "If there is such a hairy fungus, I will be the first to plant it in your coffin. Don't worry, I will water it every day to make your fungus grow tall and strong."
"You old immortal thing, you actually cursed me..."
"Aren't you also old and immortal?"
Two highly respected old men actually started arguing as they were talking, and they were arguing very vigorously, no less than a young man with a bad temper.
Seeing that the two were about to start a fight, Mingyue Ye hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Both godfathers are right! But what exactly made them become like this can only be determined by climbing the Gongga Snow Mountain."
The old man with black beard glared at the old man with white beard and said coldly: "I'm just afraid of going up the mountain and you are crying and begging me to save you."
"Who in the Sanjiang Gang doesn't know that I am more capable than you? I will save you if you want to," the white-bearded old man shouted.
The two of them said something to each other, and they really didn't give in to the other.
Mingyue Ye felt a headache, so she could only continue to look at the ice cubes to distract herself and cool herself down.
I had enough time to look at them and thought these two old men were really interesting. However, at this moment, a very, very subtle sound suddenly came from my ears. The sound was so small that even with my excellent hearing, I had to concentrate all my energy to hear it clearly.
What's more important is that this is not the sound of heartbeat, but another sound!
Eee...
Eee...
It's like the murmur of a newborn baby, very low.
I simply closed my eyes and used all my ear power!
Gradually, I discovered that the sound seemed to be someone chanting sutras in an unusually low voice. The sutras were unfamiliar and I had never heard them before.
After a while, the sound of chanting became louder and louder, and the two old men on the Mingyue Night side also returned to silence, and they seemed to have heard the sound!
Everyone held their breath and carefully observed Xi Zhou, trying to find where the source of the sound was.
"Did you hear the sound of chanting sutras?"
I swallowed and asked.
Lao Jiang nodded and said, "I don't understand the content, but I seem to have heard the pronunciation tone somewhere... Yes, it is exactly the same as the spell tone in the tape recorder that Miss Xue played before!"
He pointed his finger at Xue Jingxiang and said, "The voice seems to be chanting, Om Hassamba, chanting Shen Mi Hum."
"It's them, it's them who made the sound!"
At this time, I finally determined the source of the sound and pointed at the frozen body in the ice.
But aren’t the people there dead?
Why are you still reciting sutras?
At this time, Mingyue Ye was still lying on the ice with her hands behind her back, looking at the slender white hairs on the body, completely unaware of the approaching danger.
She turned back to look at me: "What are they?"
I pointed at the corpse in front of her. Suddenly, the voice rose several times in pitch, rising and falling all around us.
At first it seemed like one person was reciting, then several people were reciting, and then dozens or even hundreds of people were reciting.
Each sound was like placing an extra large speaker in my ear. I was chanting loudly and forced all the sounds into my ears. The noise gave me a splitting headache.
"Om Hassamba, think of God Mi Hum..."
This is like a curse, tempting us to read it!
The noise in my ears was so loud that I was so annoyed that my mouth was filled with smoke and I couldn't help but chant: "Om Hassamba, chant the god Mi Hum..."
However, when Yueyue heard this, she reached out to cover my mouth: "Li Jinglan, are you crazy? If you know what this means, just dare to read it!"
After reacting, I shivered with fear and quickly asked Yueyue, did she know the meaning of this sentence?
As a monk who traverses the world of tomb robbing, Mr. Diao even knew ancient Sanskrit before, so he should have dabbled in this stuff as well.
Yueyue rarely shook her head: "This is the first time I have heard this verse."
"Li Jinglan, you are in big trouble."
As Lao Jiang said these words, I suddenly discovered that all the corpses in the ice cubes in Western Zhou Dynasty seemed to be alive. They twisted their necks mechanically and pointed their blood-red eyes at us.
To be more precise, it is not aimed at us, but at me!
Their eyes were like burning red lanterns, which looked particularly scary in this world of ice and snow.
I also discovered that the murmurs came not from their mouths, but from their bellies.
"This is ventriloquism, be careful!"
Lao Jiang subconsciously stood in front of me and put his hand on the handle of the black knife.
As he dropped his hand, he remembered that in order to disguise his identity this time, he did not bring a black knife.
Banban opened his arms to block the other side of me, grinned his white teeth at the corpses without fear, and let out a wolf howl!
Roar! ! !
This roaring roar carries the anger that has been dormant for thousands of years, vowing to tear apart the eternal night.
It even condensed into a wave of air in mid-air.
The blood-red eyes of those corpses dimmed with force...
Everyone looked at Banban in shock, as if they didn't expect Banban's roar to be so powerful?
But no one doubted Banban's identity. They only thought that he had practiced some secret skills.
Only the black-bearded old man who was guarding Mingyue Ye cast a doubtful look at his companion: "Why does this roar make the corpse aura worse? It's strange."
Mingyue Ye became more and more obsessed with her companion's eyes: "You are so domineering! If your husband is like this, what else can I ask for?"
Banban ignored them and confronted the corpses angrily.
Her long hair is flying, and her white clothes are undyed.
This is the battle between the aura of the eternal corpse king and the demonic aura!
As for Xue Jingxiang, she just stood there unmoved in her fur coat. She was not afraid of the corpses that suddenly turned around in the ice, but glanced at me with her beautiful eyes.
She looked at me with a strange expression, and said to herself: "Why didn't I think of it? As long as I read that sentence after them, can I wake them up?"
