On the table?

Su San and Luo Yin looked at the offering table. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The table was covered with apricot-yellow silk, and on top of it was a dark yellow object inlaid with jewels.

When I walked in, the eye color of the object was dark yellow, almost brown, bright and smooth like jade, and it was a bowl inlaid with precious stones. Strangely enough, the lid on it was inlaid with precious stones, and there were several things that were also dull yellow, and when you look closely, they look a lot like human teeth.

Xiao Cui said in a low voice: "Hey, you still can't speak." ”

The bowl suddenly made a deep voice: "I...... I could barely speak, and my mandibles and teeth were bowled. ”

God, this is a big bowl made of skulls.

Su San was startled and took a step back.

The old lama came out of the side hut after washing his brushes, and when he saw them standing in front of the offering table, he looked suspicious, and said, "Oh, this is a Gabala bowl." It is the supreme magic weapon. ”

Su San and Luo Yin had seen such a thing as Gabala in the past in books, and today was the first time they saw it, and they couldn't help but gasp: it was really Xiao Cui's kind.

Gabala bowl, also known as Toba, is a kind of skull bowl made of human skulls, crystals, gold, also known as the inner cranial offering device, human head device, is the "Supreme Yoga Tantra" to hold the empowerment ceremony of the ritual of the instrument, for the Tibetan Buddhism ritual of one of the instruments.

"This is a very noble thing, it should not be enshrined in the main hall, but this bowl is possessed by evil spirits. In order to cleanse the evil spirits attached to it and restore the supreme mana, it is taken out and enshrined in the main hall for 7749 days every year to cleanse away sins. ”

It turns out that this Gabala bowl is not only used as a tantric ritual vessel, but also an important offering vessel, which is enshrined as a valuable relic, and is only used in the Dharma Protector Temple, the practice meditation room of tantric masters and practitioners, or the tantric room, which is not seen in the main hall of the monastery at all. Buddhists have a lot of respect for it, believing that it is "smoked by the merits of the immeasurable six paramitas", which is the result of the practice of the high monks' vows, concentration, and wisdom, which is not comparable to the skulls of ordinary people, and because of the practice, most of the Gabala bowls are "faintly literate".

Obviously, this bowl was very dissatisfied with the old lama's words. It suddenly sounded, "I'm not an evil spirit, oh girl in the box, you can prove that I am not an evil spirit." ”

When Su San heard this, he hurriedly held the cloth bag on his chest and looked at the bowl vigilantly.

"If you feel that there is an evil spirit, why don't you just smash it and throw it away?" Luo Yin knew in his heart that it seemed that this bowl had once spoken, shocked people, and was regarded as an evil spirit, so if it was thrown away, it would be done.

Hearing Luo Yin speak like this, the bowl was very angry and made a whining sound.

The old lama sighed: "This is a magic weapon containing supreme merit, how can it be smashed, and who dares to smash it?" This is the only way to cleanse its soul. ”

A bowl of soul?

Su San felt inexplicably happy when he said this.

At this time, Xiao Cui in the cloth bag suddenly spoke: "Does it hurt?" Turning into this ghostly picture. ”

The old lama was taken aback: "What voice, who is talking?" ”

Su San said calmly: "I also have such an evil spirit bowl. ”

Xiaocui was dissatisfied: "Who is the bowl?" ”

The old lama was accustomed to seeing this bowl possessed by evil spirits, and he didn't think Su San's words were strange, so he sighed and said, "Then it's better to put it here and invite the Buddha and Bodhisattva to be quiet together." ”

The bowl sneered: "It's better to calm you first, right?" I know you used a one-year-old boy to make a ritual instrument this morning! ”

More than a year old!

Su San and Luo Yin both looked at the old lama.

The old lama still looked kind: "How can there be such a thing? You evil spirit is talking nonsense. ”

"It was a bone flute, and it was the child's leg bones, and the child was still alive when he was sent, so he peeled the skin and took the bones here, and behold, there were still blood stains under the futon.

"That bowl probably also saw the same kind of people, and decided that Su San and Luo Yin were not ordinary people. I'm sure I'll be able to get it out of here.

The old lama was furious, waved his hand and said, "Please leave quickly, this place has been controlled by evil spirits, and if you stay longer, I am afraid that it will hurt your lives." ”

Luo Yin shook his head: "What is going on with a one-year-old child's bones making bone flutes?" Who is that child? Did it be stolen from Sanchi's house? ”

"Not only to make a bone flute, but also to make a sachet out of that child's head."

Xiao Cui exclaimed: "How to make a sachet for a human head? So big! Where are you hanging? ”

Yes, Su San also began to suspect that this Gabala bowl was lying.

"Stupid, this guy has a way of shrinking heads."

Luo Yin nodded: "Yes, I have read some books on this, there are hunters in New Guinea, who specialize in cutting off human heads, and there are techniques to shrink human heads, and in the past, there were many upper-class people in Europe who were proud to collect such shrunken human heads." ”

Su San retched, covered his mouth and said, "Oh my God, what a cruel and perverted hobby this is!" ”

As she spoke, she suddenly lifted the futon under her, squatted on the ground, and took a deep breath.

Xiaocui asked, "Do you smell it?" ”

Su San nodded, stood up and said, "There are indeed blood stains under this futon, fresh blood stains, there were corpses here in the morning." ”

The old lama was furious: "Nonsense. Luo Ping, you go quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind. ”

Luo Yin smiled: "What's the matter with that one-year-old child?" I won't leave if I don't make this matter clear, and you're going to drive me away just after you accept my offerings? ”

"Then don't blame me." The old lama took out a piece of paper from his bosom, bit his fingertips and drew something on it, then walked over to the offering table and lit it.

The bowl shouted, "You are so despicable to a good man." ”

Su San recognized that the paper was written by the old lama, and Luo Yin's name was written on it, but that name was Luo Ping.

Su San had to admire Luo Yin for taking precautions at this moment and not telling the old lama his real name.

After the old lama finished doing the Fa, he saw Luo Yin looking at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of mockery.

"I'm not called Luo Ping, what you wrote is wrong."

The old lama was furious and was about to call out when he saw someone striding in.

Su San looked back and was very surprised: "Zewang, you are here, your little master was killed by him!" He colluded with Dolma and the third wife. ”

Zewang nodded: "Master, these two people can't be killed, they are the children of rich families in the mainland, and they can help us exchange for guns and ammunition." ”

Su San was stunned: "Zewang, what do you mean by this?" ”

The old lama laughed: "Although you are young, you are extremely safe in doing things, I said how could you send these two people here at this time." Well, lock them up, and when you kill Sanchi, send someone to their house and ask for money. ”

Su San instantly understood, it turned out that this bureau was here!

The child was stolen by Zewang, and he took advantage of the chaos in the castle last night to transport the child out, I am afraid that the sudden attack of the third lady was all transferred by Zewang behind his back. And Zhuoma is Zewang's person at all, a child of the god clan, maybe Zewang's child.

"You're so despicable to do it to a one-year-old child."

Su San scolded angrily.

"Where's Sanchi? He kicked my son to death. ”

Sure enough, the child was his son.

"One life for another, my son is dead, and his son must die too."