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Chapter 130 [130] Is there something weird in the temple?
After Qi Jiguang pondered for a few seconds, he opened his mouth and said:

"There is this possibility, but I think this minotaur may be a mysterious existence stronger than ghosts."

Wang Xifeng speculated with some hesitation:
"Could it be the legendary Bull Demon King?"

A red-haired young man on the opposite side took the conversation and said, "It may also be Niu Tou, one of the ten handsome men in the underworld."

As soon as these words came out, there were bursts of exclamations in the venue.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and the eyes they communicated with each other were full of fear, uneasiness and half-belief.

Wang Xifeng murmured:

"If it's really the bull-headed yin handsome in the bull-headed horse face, does that mean that the underworld exists? Then, does the heaven in the myth also exist?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman just said with a sneer:

"I don't think it's possible that ghosts started to appear more than 300 years ago.

Since then, humans have searched for the gods everywhere, but have not found any trace of them.

If there are gods, why don't they show up?Moreover, when a supernatural event occurs, there is no god to catch the ghost. "

Qi Jiguang said solemnly:

"Currently, it is not possible to determine the true identity of this minotaur.

If you encounter this minotaur in the future, you must be more careful, and don't show any hostility to avoid provoking the other party.

At least so far, the minotaur has not harmed any innocent people.

We must treat him with reverence and kindness.

But refrain from engaging with each other just yet.It is to be on high alert, after all, it is not clear whether he is an enemy or a friend? "

Wang Xifeng reminded solemnly:
"Captain Liang, the strength of this minotaur is too terrifying, and I'm worried that the ghost masters in Tibet are no match for it.

Therefore, I would like to apply for an assignment to Tibet to investigate the Minotaur. "

Qi Jiguang nodded happily and said:

"Okay, you are one of the top ghost masters in our Dragon Kingdom, and I will feel more at ease if you go to investigate in person.

You have to be careful, go undercover with that minotaur, and don't mess with it. "

"Yes!" Wang Xifeng pressed the eye of his right fist to his heart, and saluted solemnly.

When Jia Qiang woke up, it was already 09:30 in the evening.

He boiled a pot of hot and spicy mutton hot pot and had a delicious meal.

After eating, take a dark red shroud, a white rope for binding the corpse, a pack of colorful wind horse paper,

A damaru drum in the shape of a rattle, a leg bone horn, and tsampa powder and other celestial burial supplies were put into the bamboo basket.

Then he put on the celestial burial robe, picked up the celestial burial knife and celestial burial axe, and went out with a bamboo basket on his back.

The day before yesterday, the abbot of Zarapu Temple called him and said that an old monk in the temple had passed away and needed to be buried for three days.

It is already 10:30 in the evening, and it will take him more than two hours to walk to the Zarapu Temple in the valley on foot, and he should be able to arrive before one o'clock in the middle of the night.

At the same time, a dilapidated white Jinbei van drove to the gate of Zarapu Temple and stopped.

Jia Baoyu couldn't wait to jump out of the car. While stretching, he looked at the ancient temple in the dim moonlight.

"The walls of this temple are about to collapse, and the red paint on the door is about to fall off. I don't know if there are still monks inside?"

Liu Xianglian corrected:

"In Tibet, people call monks 'Lamas', not monks."

Jia Baoyu grinned and said, "They're both monks, aren't they the same?"

Liu Xianglian exhorted:

"We are here this time to pretend to be tourists. You must guard your mouth and don't reveal our identities."

Jia Baoyu laughed, "Don't worry, Fatty, I know what to say and what not to say."

Liu Xianglian shook her head helplessly, looked back at Bao Yong, squinted her eyes and said with a smile:
"Bao Yong, help me keep an eye on him, don't let him talk nonsense."

"Okay!" Bao Yong nodded expressionlessly.

The three of them carried hiking bags, pushed open the concealed gate, and walked into the temple.

In the yard, eight Tasong trees more than 30 meters high are planted, with layers of branches and leaves, shaped like pagodas.

The trunk is as thick as a bucket, and it is obviously an old tree that has been around for many years.

These eight trees are arranged on both sides of the main hall gate, covering the afterglow of the setting sun and covering the hall in a dark shadow.

The floor of the yard is covered with wrinkled blue-gray shale, and some withered and yellow pine needles are scattered on it. It is estimated that it has not been cleaned in the past two days.

When the three of them reached the closed entrance of the main hall, Bao Yong suddenly stretched out his arms to block Liu Xianglian and Jia Baoyu.

Jia Baoyu was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Bao Yong, what do you mean?"

Bao Yong's eyes narrowed slightly, he frowned and said:

"Did you smell a faint smell of corpses?"

Liu Xianglian was startled, and said in a deep voice:
"Bao Yong, you mean, there are corpses in this temple?"

Bao Yong nodded: "It should be."

Jia Baoyu laughed nonchalantly and said:

"What are you afraid of? We have seen so many corpses before, and they are all ancient."

Bao Yong said softly: "I am worried that there are weak men in the temple."

"What is a weak man?" Jia Baoyu asked curiously.

Liu Xianglian explained:

"Weak man is what Tibetans call zombies."

Jia Baoyu shrank his pupils and said in a shy voice:
"Bao Yong means that there are zombies in this temple?"

Liu Xianglian nodded solemnly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "" beating wooden fish from the main hall.

Jia Baoyu heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile:

"It's because you are overthinking. There are monks knocking wooden fish in the temple. How can there be rice dumplings?"

Bao Yong frowned and said, "It's strange, there is obviously a smell of corpses."

Jia Baoyu grinned and said, "Maybe someone died in the temple just now, and he hasn't had time to bury him yet? Liu Xianglian, go and knock on the door."

Liu Xianglian gave him a blank look, and complained:

"You don't have long hands? Why did you instruct me to open the door? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

"Your appearance is refined and gentle, and you can see that you are a well-educated and educated person. I wanted to give you a chance to show off."

Jia Baoyu pouted, walked to the door, raised his palm and patted the door a few times.

Soon, the door opened.

Inside stood a lama wearing a black hood, his face was completely covered, only two eyes were exposed.

If he wasn't wearing a dark red Tibetan cassock, he could easily be mistaken for a robber preparing to rob a bank.

Jia Baoyu said quickly, "Master, why are you wearing a hood?"

The lama responded: "It's too cold, it's so warm."

He spoke in a strange voice, like a robot, popping out words one by one.

Liu Xianglian was a little surprised, but still clasped her hands together and saluted:

"Master, we want to spend the night in your temple, is it convenient?"

The lama did not put his hands together in return, but turned sideways to get out of the way:

"Come in, there are east and west rooms in the backyard, the west room is already occupied, you can live in the east room."

"Thank you, master!" Liu Xianglian thanked, followed the lama with Jia Baoyu and Bao Yong, walked around the main hall, and walked to the backyard.

After taking them to the door of the guest room, the lama turned and left.

He walks in an odd way, with each step covering the same distance and each arm swing the same amount.

Like a marionette.

"Have you noticed? This lama is a bit weird." Jia Baoyu whispered mysteriously.

(End of this chapter)