"Monk, what the hell is going on?" I hurriedly asked, breathing a little short of breath at the moment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is weirdness everywhere in the Tianshan Mountains, which really makes me tremble.

The old lama wanted to say something, but his words changed. He also said, "No, there is only a valley under this iron rope ice bridge, when the iron cable bridge was built, someone once fell down, and when we went down to look for the corpse, we saw the scene at the bottom of the valley, and there was nothing wrong.

I said, "Now the question is, how do the glow sticks fly back up after they are thrown down?"

As soon as the words fell, it was like a lightning bolt in my brain, and I thought to myself: Could it be that there is a god at the bottom of the valley? Or is there a ghost at the bottom of the valley? They don't like glowsticks or hate to see this kind of light, so they give us a new glow?

I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, I heard my second grandfather tell a ghost story.

He said that there was a person who was addicted to gambling, and in order to get his father's property in advance, he thought of a vicious way to kill his father, and as a result, he burned paper money for his father every year. I can't even get any paper money. Every night after he fell asleep, he would dream of his childhood, and then his father took a lot of paper money to take him shopping for things, but the things he bought were not snacks such as sugar gourds, but skulls, tombstones, coffins or something, which frightened him, and when he woke up in the morning, he found that he was not covered with a quilt at all, but paper money, and finally he was scared to death.

That means: If the ghost doesn't go his way, he won't want anything you give him. In the same way, if you are not sincere when you give him something, he will not ask for it. I understand this story when I grow up, in fact, people are watching the sky, and we must know how to be loyal, filial piety, etiquette and righteousness, and we must not do things that go against the principles of heaven and are indignant to people and gods.

I still remember the teachings of my second grandfather to me back then. But now that I think about it, I'm just still a glow stick under the abyss, I'm not sacrificing or anything, and I'm not doing anything against the principles of heaven, it can't be like this, right?

At this moment, two bits of blue light floated up in front of the iron rope ice bridge. I looked at the old lama. Immediately moved towards that blue light, but as soon as we left, the blue light also went, we stopped, and it did too.

"It's definitely not a glowstick!" I said through gritted teeth.

I can't guarantee anything else, at least the glowstick can't have consciousness, this thing doesn't move on its own, it's probably the legendary ghost fire, but the ghost fire in the snowy mountains may not be the same as the ghost fire in the graveyard. Throw He Mu blood.

The old lama thought for a moment and said, "Try with a shot!" If there are ghosts, the sound of gunfire can also deter them!

I hummed, pointed my gun down, aimed into the abyss of endless darkness, and with a bang, fired a shot.

The muzzle of the gun spewed out a tongue of fire more than half a foot long, and a bullet swished into the abyss.

After a while, the old lama and I held our breath and stretched out our heads to look down at the abyss, and after a while, in the dark abyss, there were blue points of light again, and they were slowly floating upward.

When I looked closely, the blue light spots this time had become two or three, and I was shocked, thinking that this could not really be a ghost, right? Disturb one, and disturb a large area?

The old lama and I looked at each other again, our eyes were full of doubts, and just when we couldn't understand why, suddenly in the endless abyss under the iron rope ice bridge, like a neon sign suddenly lit up in the city, slowly, a large area lit up, and slowly, the blue light spots became more and more.

At first, there were only two or three blue points of light, gradually, there were about hundreds, and after three or five seconds, hundreds of blue points of light spread into thousands of blue points of light, and in just a dozen seconds, these thousands of blue points of light instantly filled the entire abyss and turned into thousands of blue points of light.

Looking down, the abyss under our feet is like a blue ocean, and the little blue starlight is really like a vast galaxy, and the three of us are almost stunned!

The old lama and I are standing on the dark iron bridge at this moment, looking down at the thousands of blue stars, as if we are in the sky above the Milky Way.

It was not until this moment that the old lama suddenly realized: No! Come on!

The old lama, who had always been mature and steady, was also frightened this time, he took my hand, completely ignoring the load-bearing force of the iron rope ice bridge, and almost ran forward without his life.

I secretly prayed in my heart that if God forbid, maybe we would be able to run to the other side of the ice bridge. If God is determined to accept me here, maybe I will be completely finished.

The old lama took me and ran all the way through the paper-thin ice, and in a short time I was about to run to the opposite side of the ice bridge, and I faintly saw the scene on the opposite cliff, which was a cave carved into the mountain wall, perhaps the legendary dragon cave, but I was not sure.

It was at this time that I faintly felt a blue light rise behind me, and when I looked back, I almost bit my tongue in fright.

The tens of millions of blue points of light under the abyss have completely floated on top of the iron rope ice bridge at this moment, and are chasing towards the old lama and us!

Thousands of blue dots gathered together, like a large blue curtain of light, reflecting on the two of us, so that both the old lama and I had a dark blue color.

Fortunately, God opened his eyes, and when the blue light was about to catch up with us, we escaped from the iron ice bridge, and reached the opposite cliff, and the old lama led me straight to the nearest house without saying a word.

The building style of this house is a bit like that of the late sunny period, because it was built in the cold Tianshan Mountains, the wooden doors and windows are still well preserved, and we slipped into it and closed the wooden door, which was a big gasp.

"Monk, what the hell was that?" I was shocked and kept foaming at the mouth, and this rush made my mouth dry and my heart beat wildly.

The old lama was also a little gasped, he took a few breaths, and said slowly: I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it at all...

I didn't say anything, and the old lama continued: "Those blue points of light just now are not ghosts, they are moths!"

I was stunned, and I couldn't understand it, and I said: Moths? If it's a moth, do we still need to run?

The old lama looked at me with disdain and said, "You don't understand, this is a ghost-faced moth."

"What do you call a ghost-faced moth?"

"These moths are made by a kind of witchcraft, and each moth has a human face on its belly. It can also be said that every moth represents a dead person. ”

Depend on!

Each moth represents a dead person, so how many people have died in these countless blue ghost-faced moths?

Seeing the shock on my face, the old lama said bitterly: I know how these ghost-faced moths came from.

"One hundred and sixty years ago, the world was in turmoil, the rebels swept through the Southern Dynasties, and were finally defeated by the Qing court. When the old lama said this, he leaned on the window, stretched out his fingers and smashed the window paper and looked out.

I also leaned over the window and looked out, and the thousands of stars that covered the sky and the moon were floating near the cliff, like blue stars in the sky, flying back and forth.

"Hey, in fact, I don't know where the Renwang Sutra is, but there is a volume in the file in the temple that records this incident, the rebel leader escorted me to the depths of the Tianshan Mountains, in order to get the Renwang Sutra, he built this iron cable long bridge, at that time the long bridge was paved with wooden planks, after a long time, the planks were blown off the cliff, and now there is a layer of ice crystals on it, but I can walk, but no one has ever come."

I vaguely understood, so I said: Then these blue ghost-faced moths are the transformation of those dead rebels?

The old lama nodded and said, "Strictly speaking, it is like this, in ancient times there was a kind of witchcraft called looking at the hometown and returning to the soul. If you use this kind of witchcraft, you will turn into a moth when you die, and the moth's abdomen will also show its own face, which is easy for your family to recognize.