C70 Lama Drinking

When the thunder sounded, both Zhang Tiangang and I widened our eyes in fright.

I shouted loudly at Li Li, "Quickly go back!"

Li Li was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

At that moment, the sound of thunder accompanied a bolt of lightning that slid across the sky before striking down.

Coincidentally, it struck the umbrella Li Li was holding.

"Boom!"

Li Li practically fell down in response, and the two people beside her were actually not harmed in the slightest.

I rushed over and saw that Li Li had just been struck by lightning. Her entire body emitted white smoke, and her face was as black as charcoal.

Lightning had a voltage of up to a million. After being struck, the person was already dead.

Seven Lives Seven Kills (Seven Lives Seven Kills) – All manner of death appeared.

For a long time I did not come to my senses.

"Holy shit, he's dead." Xu Tianming yelled as he turned pale with fright. He wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible, but he was pulled back by Zhang Tiangang and me.

I told them with a serious expression that if Site didn't stop his work, they would be the next to die. I even wanted to quickly find Yao Boqing.

This time, the two of them were completely terrified. They nodded their heads obediently. I had them call the police and have them come over to collect the corpses.

But the police officer who came gave me a big shock, it turned out to be Cai Wenlong.

When Cai Wenlong saw me, he didn't say anything and only pointed at the corpse, as if he was trying to understand something.

I nodded to him as well.

This time, we weren't asked to record any more confessions, but were directly allowing Zhang Tiangang and I to return.

On the way back, Zhang Tiangang solemnly told me:

"Brother Qin, why don't we stop meddling in this? Bullsh * t!"

I said I could not, "We have been entrusted with this matter by others, and have been loyal to them for hundreds of years. The reason why we did this is because we followed this rule.

Hearing that, Zhang Tiangang nodded his head helplessly, and said: "But, why do I feel like this matter is not caused by an ordinary lone soul?"

That was interesting, and I asked him how to explain it.

After thinking for a bit, Zhang Tiangang asked me, "Have you ever considered whether or not a normal ghosts could be a thousand year old evil ghost? That is under the jurisdiction of the Underworld, no matter how resentful they are, they can only be used to kill people, and all of them are moves with extremely dense yin aura. Do you think that ghosts can be used to kill people?"

What he said made sense, the heavenly thunder and earth fire were techniques that only the gods could use. Legend has it that the heavenly thunder was under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court's thirty-six members of the Thunder General, and there were also 360 Thunder God.

They controlled the fire of the heavenly thunder. Only the deities of the Heavenly Court or the Earth Immortals would strike down the lightning.

How could ordinary ghosts go up to the sky and listen, and split the heavenly thunder apart?

Zhang Tiangang continued to speak, "Besides, have you ever thought about how those ghosts s that are floating around the world and are called lonely ghosts would gather together to attack the same person at the same time, unless someone controlled what they wanted them to do?"

"Then according to what you're saying, these ghosts are merely tools used to control the Seven Lives Seven Deadly Slaughter. The ones they've truly offended are not just these."

As I thought about this, I felt a little apprehensive.

If it was only the ghosts, it would have solved the problem. However, there was still someone behind this who could control so much nonsense and make the Seven Lives Seven Kills to retaliate.

What a powerful master that must be.

Or it could be said that besides the fact that the land of the Howe Court Apartments was filled with unmarked corpses, there was also another identity.

While we were talking about this, the car drove back to the store.

There was someone waiting for us at the door of the shop.

More accurately, he should be a Lama, the kind that belonged to Tibet. He was dressed in red and yellow, with a monastic robe slanted to the side and a tall hat on his head.

The Tibetan Lama came here to be a statue, but he couldn't do that.

Zhang Tiangang looked at it and frowned slightly.

"Be careful."

I nodded and opened the door to the shop. Without saying anything, I invited the Lama in.

As soon as I came into contact with the Lama, I could smell a strong scent of alcohol on him. Could it be that he had come to cheat on me?

However, there are too many strange things in yin and yang lines, whether it's monks, horses, or deities, I try my best not to offend them. Who knows, there might be experts inside, so I took out 50 yuan and passed it to the Lama, saying:

"We don't have much money in this small place. It's just a small token of our goodwill, and I'll keep it."

This person didn't take any money, so I asked him what he wanted. Zhang Tiangang also came out, and the three of us looked at each other.

After a long time, this monk finally opened his mouth to speak, but the words he spoke should be Tibetan, and we didn't understand a single word he said.

The lama was getting a bit impatient. He took out a dagger from his pocket and presented it to us with both hands.

We saw that the dagger was only about seven to eight centimeters long. It was made from fish skin and there were many red gems embedded on it.

"Clang …"

The voice was long and melodious, unable to stop for a long time. Zhang Tiangang told me that it was the sound of a blade, something only a treasured blade would do.

This Tibetan Lama is not here to sell knives. I pointed at the knife and did the motion of counting money.

However, the Tibetan Lama waved his hand, pointed at the knife and made a drinking gesture.

He wanted to trade the knife for wine.

I didn't quite understand, so I asked him again, but he was still in the same position, and I just got it.

He gave some change to Zhang Tiangang and told him to buy two bottles of Niu Fai Shan's Erguotou. The Lama almost drooled when he saw the wine.

"Ah …" "Two, half a bottle of wine was drunk by the Tibetan Lama." He then wiped his mouth, showing a satisfied expression.

Zhang Tiangang once again examined the Clothes s on his body. "This person should be the Kalan Sect's Lama, I don't know where he came from."

Zhang Tiangang and I explained that among the Tibetan Buddhism in Tibet, there are two factions, one is the Garga Sect and the other is the Gelu Sect.

The Kampuchea are good at some of the hodgepodge spells of Tibetan Buddhism, what we call chants and the like.

However, why would a Monk from Tibet come here, and even use his own hidden blade to exchange for wine.

I didn't take his knife and let him put it back. The Tibetan lama seemed to be very grateful for this. He turned the magic wheel, read a long scripture, kowtowed to us, and left without looking back.

I said what the hell was this? A Tibetan monk was in the temple, reciting sutras and coming out to drink wine, but this year, there were 100,000 Rinpoche in the Rising Sun District. A monk who knew how to recite sutras was truly worthy of the Buddha.