Although the young man said that he was making a big fuss, the pace of the old man's feet did not slow down in the slightest. They are a nomadic tribe, no matter the wind, snow and hail, weal and bene, although they are not family, but the depth of their feelings is better than family!

Moreover, in order to protect the property of the village, Yangjima's husband risked his life to fight the beasts, resulting in his untimely death, leaving Yangjima and his widow. Now that the children in Yangjima's family have changed, how can he, as the grandfather of the village, deal with it carelessly.

"Master Luo Zhu, what happened to this kid, you were so anxious to send someone to find me? I was entertaining the distinguished guests from Drepung Monastery, and it was rude to leave the distinguished guests here! The old man hurriedly walked to the front and back of Yangjima's tent, stretched out his hand to lift the felt hanging at the door of the tent, and said to an old man sitting next to Yangjima's bed with full of energy.

Tibetans are extremely devout to the faith, even in this small village, there is a figure similar to a lama and a doctor, and in their village, but when this position is the Luo Zhu Guru, the legend is a person from a large monastery in Tibet, although the temperament is quite perverse, but the Dharma is profound, medical skills, so it is quite popular and trusted by the people in the village.

"Distinguished guest, what kind of distinguished guest can there be on this snowy day?!" Master Luo Zhu frowned slightly when he heard this, then reached out and picked up the child from the side of the bed, and sent it to the old man, and said in a deep voice: "Dorjee, this child is possessed by a Yaksha, the reincarnation of a powerful ghost, and this heavy snow is brought by him!" I have been inspired to do so, and only by placing this child on a snowy night on a high mountain can our village escape the catastrophe! ”

"How can this work, this child's father died for the sake of the village, if he is sent to the high mountains, how can he have a chance to live, how can I explain to Yang Jima and her husband under the nine springs!" Dorjee shook his head resolutely, reached out to take the child, lifted the cloth, and looked at the little doll, wanting to see why Luo Zhu would say such a thing.

This glance is not too tight, but it almost scared the soul of the old man away! The little doll in his arms had the lovely appearance of a newborn baby, the color was bruised, and there were a few teeth in his mouth, and his skull was extremely strange, and the bones on both sides of the forehead were extremely protruding, as if he was about to grow two horns.

"This ......" looked at the little doll in his arms, the old man Dorjee was completely troubled, until this time, he finally understood why Luo Zhu would send someone to pull him over in such a hurry, this little guy's face is terrifying can be said to be the only one he has seen in his life, how can a little child have this kind of appearance, I am afraid that this is the reincarnation of a monster in hell.

"Now you know why I asked you to come!" Master Luo Zhu looked at the panicked Dorjee and said in a deep voice: "This child is a scourge to the village, and we must get rid of it as soon as possible, otherwise, he will bring us endless disasters!" ”

The old man Dorjee listened to Luo Zhu's words, looked down at the child in his arms, and his expression changed. He must choose between the future of the village or an innocent little life, which is more important.

At this moment, the little guy suddenly burst into tears, his voice sharp and poignant, as if he had been greatly wronged!

"No, his father has merit to the whole village, if I just throw the little guy away so rashly, how will I explain to his father when I get to Jiuquan in the future!" Looking at the little guy who kept sobbing in his arms, and seemed to have known everyone's plans, the old man Duoji's heart softened suddenly, and he said categorically: "With the living Buddha of Drepung Temple, he will definitely be able to get rid of the evil in him!" ”

"The living Buddha of Drepung Temple will come out on this snowy day, and he still comes to a small village like ours, Dorjee, are you burning out your brain, you are gambling with the entire village, in case something happens, the village causes a big disaster, can you afford it?" Hearing the words of the old man Dorjee, Master Luo Zhu's face became much colder, and he said sharply.

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will give it a try, if there is no way to even live as a Buddha, then I will personally send this little guy to the high mountain and let him fend for himself!" The old man Dorjee bit his lip, turned his head to look at the young man who brought him over, and said softly: "Qiangba, you go and invite the Living Buddha and his friends, I want them to see the situation of this little guy!" ”

Yang Jima's husband Xiang Su was already very popular in the village, and he died young for the sake of the tribe's property, how could Qiangba watch the widow of this village hero be sent to the mountains and buried in the wolf's belly! If he hadn't been afraid of the majesty of Guru Luo Zhu, he would have said this to someone else, and he would have thrown his fists at each other. At this time, when he heard the words of the old man Dorjee, he turned around and left.

"Dorjee, I read that you treated me well in the past, you might as well make your words clear! This child's origin is not small, I am afraid that it will become like this after countless resentments converge into the body, if you don't abandon him, but insist on staying in our village, I'm afraid that it won't take half a year, and all the people of this clan will die! After Qiangba left, Master Luo Zhu looked at the old man Dorjee threateningly.

"No matter what, I'm going to try my best, and I'm sure the Living Buddha of Drepung Temple will have a way!" Old Man Dorjee stared closely into Master Luo Zhu's eyes, and continued in a deep voice: "I still say the same thing, if the Living Buddha can't do anything, I will personally send him to the high mountain, no matter whether he lives or dies, I just want to have a clear conscience and be able to face the underground heroic spirits calmly!" ”

Master Luo Zhu snorted coldly when he heard this, and he stopped speaking, but his face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were even more spinning, as if he was thinking about something!

When Qiangba rushed to the bonfire and said that the old man Duoji had something important to ask Lin Bai and others to discuss, Lin Bai suddenly sighed in his heart, and that bad feeling completely occupied his mind! Instinctively, he had a feeling that the matter that the old man Dorjee discussed with them would have something to do with the matter of the Yin soldiers they saw in the valley.

"Old Man Dorjee and Master Luo Zhu are waiting for you in this tent, several, please come in!" Jampa stretched out his hand and pointed to the tent, but he didn't take a step further, as if he was terrified of what was in the tent.

As soon as he walked into the tent with a stomach full of questions, Lin Bai felt that the skin on his body suddenly froze, and his heart was wrinkled! Although the campfire was vigorous in this tent, and the coals were constantly burning, there was a refreshing chill in the room, and unlike the cold of the frozen snow, this coldness was a terrifying cold, very similar to the dry feeling of the Yin soldiers when they borrowed the way.

What happened to make this happen?!