Chapter 619

Except for the puppet, who was a little hesitant, others followed Miao Miao into the temple. If there were ghosts, there were them in the team. Even in the fierce temple, Fang Qi and Miao Miao have seen more. Why have you ever been afraid. Besides, the sand outside is too strong. They are wearing armor. Of course, the cold resistance of this thing can't be compared with that of a fox fur coat. There are no light objects in a hundred miles. Wearing dozens of kilograms of armor on the body is like setting an iron lump. The wind and sand drill straight in. Even if it's not tired, it's very uncomfortable.

The temple is built on the cliff, and the exposed main hall is built up to the spire above. The door of the hall is creaking dumb by the wind. The main hall is full of sand. Although the statues enshrined in the hall have been mottled and damaged, it can be seen that the whole body is dark. It is a black Buddha!

Unexpectedly, this Lama Temple is actually a black Buddha Temple. Black Buddha Lamaism is still different from Tibetan Buddhism. Its geographical location is more biased to the northeast. It is a mixture of Tibetan stupid Bon, Shamanism on the grassland and fire worship in the western regions. Its idols are not much different, but it is a black Buddha, so it is also called black Lamaism.

He killed a black Lama last time, but now he came to someone else's nest. Although Fang Qi was not afraid, he was always a little strange in his heart. Without paying much attention, Gao Changgong followed Miao Miao into the hall. An iron hanging lamp was lit in the hall. The iron pot was hung from above, and the iron chain was creaking in the wind.

"Anyone?" Fang Qi shouted inside, but there was no response except for the empty hum and monotonous creak.

Miao Miao said, "stop shouting. First find a place to make a fire and warm it." Several people jumped off their horses to look for waste firewood. This place is basically made of wood. It is not difficult to find wood. They piled it at a starting point. The black knight who followed stood quietly in a row at the corner of the temple.

Fang Qi asked, "since there is no one here, how can you light this light?"

Gao Changgong often fought with tartar prisoners before his death. He knows this. "Although the temple is abandoned, someone will take care of it. One is to give grazing herdsmen a shelter from wind and snow, and the other is to attract lonely souls and wild ghosts. This lamp is called soul lamp. Black Lamaism has this tradition. "

"I wipe, don't scare me." Fang Qi baked the fire and pretended to be afraid. "Are the spirit flags and copper bells on it also evocative?"

"Yes, they believe that all things have spirits. Although it is quiet here, there will still be many ghosts, some of them human and some of them animal. If they can't find their way, soul inducing bells and soul inducing flags will attract them here. Most herdsmen will not come in when they see such temples. "

"Well, I knew we wouldn't come in either." Although Fang Qi said so, he still took out the dried beef and steamed bread from his bag and roasted them on the fire. Miao Miao also took out the sheepskin water bag to drink water. The puppet man took a sharp knife and baked steamed bread and beef on the fire. He didn't say a word all the way. He sat beside Fang Qi, far away from Gao Changgong and the black water demon. In his opinion, although he can puppet, he is still a person, which is completely different from Gao Changgong and the black water demon.

Miao Miao ate two pieces of beef and a steamed bread and yawned, "I'll sleep for a while. I'm so tired. Don't call me if you have nothing." He fell asleep on Fang Qi's leg.

Fang Qi asked, "what's up?"

"Then don't call me!" Miao Miao stared at him and closed his eyes gently.

It's easy to walk all the way, but it's really tired to encounter wind and sand in the evening, walk from the Gobi desert to the edge of the desert, and turn to coffin mountain.

The puppet cut pieces of meat with a knife and chewed them in his mouth. His eyes flickered with fire. Gao Changgong sat on one side and had already dozed off. The black water demon lay on his side by the fire and had already fallen asleep.

Fang Qi took out a dry cigarette bag and smoked at the firewood. They all said that people and ghosts were on a different road. Now they were accompanied by people, ghosts and demons. Now they sleep in the black Lama Temple at night. This trip was really exciting. Although he was not afraid that there would be ghosts and wild ghosts to make trouble, he silently took precautions, let the puppet man get a puppet to keep aside, and made a boundary by the fire.

It seems that the Dharma cloth will be able to get down to this realm naturally. It's not like you can get down to this realm naturally. Of course, his border is different from the Yushan border where Zhou Botong is located. It's no problem to protect such a small place.

The puppet man arranged the triangular puppet technique and quietly asked Fang Qi, "do we still want to go back to the Central Plains?"

Fang Qi nodded: "of course, don't you want to go back?"

The puppet smiled bitterly, "I don't know. I'll follow you wherever you go."

Now Fang Qicai knows that the Mongolian Yuan army attacked countries in the western regions. He fled with his parents. Later, his parents and brothers scattered. From childhood to youth, he has been in exile begging for a living. He learned puppetry from a wandering Persian and stayed in the barren land of the western regions for several years before going to the relatively stable Central Plains.

Compared with their poor days, the Central Plains is a paradise, so he plans to live in the Central Plains for a long time and will not return to the western regions. But learning puppetry has a backfire. At first, when he studied, he was only concerned about not dying and had no choice at all. Now he finally knows that he will spend his life in fear of being eaten back.

Fang Qi feels that his reverse phagocytosis is very similar to old man Kan's ghost gate reverse phagocytosis symptoms, but old man Kan was obviously hurt by someone. Is it the same kind of reverse phagocytosis? Thinking about it, I felt that true Qi ran through my body and unknowingly entered a state of meditation.

He entered meditation, but it was different from ordinary monks. The monks chanted scriptures without intention, but the train in his mind had derailed. However, when Fang Qi was meditating, he separated a trace of divine consciousness into the puppet man's consciousness. If he wanted to deeply understand the crux of anti phagocytosis, he must know how he practiced puppetry.

As if he was reading the puppet's memory card, many fragments flashed in front of him and slowed down. I saw an old Persian man and a young man kneeling down under a big tree. The meaning conveyed from the old man was that kedanmu could strengthen my soul and help me cultivate puppetry. Take out the knife and cut horizontally and vertically on the tree. Then use the knife to cut a hole in the young spirit, and apply the flowing SAP on the wound. The boy fainted, and the old man kept sitting on one side and talking.

When the boy woke up, he began to learn puppetry from him. Speaking of this kind of puppet technique, it is just similar to carving a dummy and controlling it by dividing the soul. Of course, dividing the soul also needs to be practiced. Fang Qi was watching the puppet's practice steps. Suddenly, a fire burst into the sky in the main hall, which suddenly became much brighter, and then many lamas flashed in the hall. I went to the sugui temple. Did I really meet a ghost?