I stared at the vulture king in a daze, and I really couldn't believe that the sound just now was made by it.
Xue Jingxiang and others also changed their expressions, and even the black-bearded old man raised his long whip, suspecting that the vulture king was a monster.
"Buddhist Holy Land, put away your murderous intent!"
The vulture's voice became colder and colder, tinged with a layer of anger.
At this moment, we clearly understood that the sound we just heard was made by the mysterious vulture king.
The strange thing is, how can this vulture make the voice of a middle-aged man?
And he still spoke fluent Chinese?
This voice seemed to come from a far away place. It had experienced many unknown things, seen through countless things in the world, and was full of vicissitudes marked by time.
It was low, gentle, cold, and sounded ordinary, but to my ears it was anything but ordinary.
I believe that this is definitely a person with cultivation speaking!
But I have only heard of parrots imitating words, and I have never seen a vulture speak human language. The vulture king in front of me had his eyes half-squinted, as if he had just woken up, and his pair of brown eyes were like two shining ambers. It's hard to figure out.
Could it be that, as Lao Jiang said, this vulture never dies and becomes a spirit?
I don’t know if the black-bearded old man noticed something, but he wisely put down the whip in his hand and looked at the temple with vigilance.
The camel exclaimed curiously: "This trip is really fun than the Northwest. The vultures can even speak human language!"
On the bright moon night, she looked at Banban for a while, and then at the vulture king, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.
Only Xue Jingxiang still maintained the extraordinary calmness. Knowing that the vulture was talking to us, she bowed down in humility: "I don't know who the senior is and what advice he has. I am accompanying my grandpa all the way." Come, there is indeed an emergency to enter Gonggar Temple."
She was neither humble nor overbearing throughout the whole process, as if there was a pair of eyes hidden behind the vulture king watching us all the time.
At this time, I looked at Lao Jiang and found that he was not surprised. Instead, he was a little surprised and asked him what was wrong.
Lao Jiang secretly explained in my ear: "Boy, did you see clearly? Although the vulture's mouth moved just now, it did not move with the rhythm of the speech. Obviously, it was a master in the temple who communicated through sound transmission. The secret method is to use vultures to talk to us! "
"Transmitting sound into the secret?"
I frowned and whispered: "Isn't this your Qilin's secret skill? And the only one in the world who can use it is probably the fifth uncle."
Lao Jiang's eyebrows tightened, and he sighed with a complex expression: "I don't know what the hell is going on, but this is indeed a method of transmitting sounds into secrets, and the user is very strong..."
"Compared to Lao Wu, no! Even better than your master at his peak. Who is this person...?"
When he said the second half of the sentence, Lao Jiang said to himself, seeming to be shocked by the other party's strong internal power.
You must know that this is a remote ancient temple far away in the Snowy Mountains. Apart from Lama, there are only vultures left, and the other party's internal strength is definitely a top-notch master.
Why is there such a big man living in seclusion here?
Lao Jiang has always thought highly of himself. Apart from Nuwa Xiaoxiao and Feng Lao, I have never seen him speak so highly of anyone.
Not to mention comparing the other person with his deceased master.
I felt a thump in my heart. Could it be that there really is an old senior who is as small as Nuwa hidden in this temple?
Just when I was thinking wildly, I found that Shameless whispered something in Xue Jingxiang's ear. Obviously, he had seen through this trick of pretending to be a ghost.
Xue Jingxiang stepped forward again and bowed to the Vulture King: "Whether it's early or late, we are here after all, and we also ask the master to meet us!"
At this time, Xue Jingxiang showed a confident smile, as if she expected that the other party would agree.
Sure enough, after a moment, the Vulture King spoke again, and it was still the deep and aged voice of a strange man: "It's snowing heavily on the mountain, you go in first, and I will meet you after watching this sky burial."
With a "squeak" sound, the mountain door of the temple opened, and it was Lama in red who opened the door.
Xue Jingxiang couldn't wait to rush in.
Mingyueye and the others entered quickly, and when I was about to leave, I took one last look at the Vulture King standing on the eaves of the wall.
At this time, the Vulture King's eyes were closed, as if he was an old monk in meditation, silent and silent. Only the ring of Buddhist beads around his neck gave off a sparkling golden light under the sunlight.
After entering Gonggar Temple, what comes into view is a snow-white sacred hall.
The hall is majestic and white, like a sitting lion entrenched under the blue sky.
Several pilgrims were prostrate in front of the temple, lined up in a row. They were wearing the most ordinary herdsman clothes, with their western limbs and even their heads pressed deeply to the ground, and they were worshiping the top of the Buddha statue.
The little black girl told us: "Those are herdsmen who came for pilgrimage. They must have lived in the temple for a month..."
"For us, Gonggar Monastery is a holy place. Every year, we have to bow down to the White Lion King nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times. When we are hungry, we eat dry food, and when we are sleepy, we make beds on the floor. In short, not once less is enough. "
Because, bowing down to the ground is the most pious expression to the Bodhisattva!
These pilgrims wore leather sheaths on their hands and kneepads on their knees. Despite this, they were all worn to pieces and had experienced many vicissitudes of wind and snow.
Looking at them, I couldn't help but be in awe.
On both sides of Gonggar Temple stood a row of golden prayer wheels, engraved with Tibetan characters I didn’t recognize.
Lama in red did not lead us into the main hall, but stepped into a narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor, there was actually a huge empty platform.
Standing around the platform were more than a dozen slender men in red clothes. They were half-naked, revealing their well-developed muscles and full of wild power.
The camel was dumbfounded: "Aren't these people who live in the snow-capped mountains afraid of the cold at all?"
"This is the power of faith, what a fuss." The little black girl glanced at the camel with disdain and said.
Those red-clothed lamas had stacks of highland barley in front of them. After they lit the highland barley, white smoke that was more than ten meters long erupted immediately.
Mingyue Ye asked: "What are you doing, making a fire to keep warm?"
I couldn't help but almost burst out laughing, but thinking about such a sacred place, I still held it back.
On the road before, the little black girl had told us that when the lamas started lighting mulberry smoke, vultures from the whole mountain would be attracted, and then the sky burial ceremony could begin.
But I knew that the next scene was beyond my psychological endurance.
Because the next moment, there was Lama, the oldest one in the center, wearing a yellow hat.
Suddenly he took out a sharp sharp knife and walked tremblingly towards the corpse not far away!
