"Descendants of Mu Huali?" Lady Na's expression moved, she shook her head instead, looked at the old lama and said with a smile: "Great Lama, since you are a descendant of Mu Huali, how can you not have a name?" ”

"That's right, what Mu Huali said, he is also the first hero of the founding of Mongolia!" It's rare for a fat man to stand on the side of Lady.

Looking at the fat man and lady who asked questions, Zhang Meng, who didn't know much about Mu Huali, didn't interject, but looked at the old lama, looking forward to his response.

"Master, are you talking about another descendant of Mu Huali?" Laizi thought for a moment and spoke.

"This benefactor is really not an ordinary person......" Hearing Laizi's answer, the old lama nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng and the others turned their heads to look at Lai Zi, their eyes full of questions.

Although Mu Huali was born in Temujin's personal defense of the Cowardly Xue Army and became the four major commanders, he later broke away from the Cowardly Xue Army because of his outstanding military achievements and sat on one side, and he himself was also established by the feudal state. However, Mu Huali had always been Temujin's most loyal follower, and his heirs, the first line, inherited his Dongping princehood, and the other line, remained permanently in the army of Temujin's personal guard, the cowardly Xue army. Lai Zi said: "If what the master said is correct, this statue of the headless cavalry is very likely to be the descendant of the Xue army......

"Good boy! is crowned king, and he can still let his son serve as a soldier to fight, this Mu Huali is really loyal enough. The fat man shook his head when he heard this, a little incredulous.

"What's going on with the cowardly Xue Jun?" Zhang Meng asked.

"The Cowardly Xue Army is an iron army personally formed by Temujin in his early years, and its soldiers are all elite and cronies in the army. The treatment of every cowardly soldier is similar to that of an ordinary general, and he enjoys many privileges, which is equivalent to the Whampoa Military Academy during the Republic of China. Lai Zi looked at the old lama and asked modestly, "Master, am I right?" ”

"Yes, the merits of Mongolia, the four masters, all came out of the cowardly Xue army." The old lama nodded and said.

The fat man on the side shouted: "Damn, the ten meritorious deeds of the founding of Yuanmeng, the four heroes of the early Yuan Dynasty are all cowardly Xue Jun, this is really not an ordinary descendant army!" ”

Zhang Meng didn't pay attention to the fat man's fuss, but noticed that when Lai Zi talked about the role of cowardly Xue Jun, he looked at the old lama very meaningfully. As for the old lama, it was as if he didn't see the deep meaning of Laizi, and he still had the solemn appearance of the Dharma.

Zhang Meng's actions, the people next to him also noticed it, and couldn't help but look at the old lama and Lai Zi.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Lai Zi also knew that he couldn't hide his words, so he had to say bluntly: "Since the master knows the origin of this headless cavalry, does he also know what is going on with these headless corpses?" ”

"What the donor said is exactly what the poor monk wants to say." The old lama held the rosary in one hand and quickly recited the scriptures before he spoke: "There is no reason why the poor monk said that these headless corpses are unjust souls. ”

"Oh?"

As soon as they heard that the old lama was going to say the key, everyone held their breath.

"These headless corpses were actually killed by the headless cavalry." At this moment, the old lama's voice was getting lower and lower.

The surrounding sky suddenly darkened at this time, and the wind suddenly rose on the grassland.

With the sudden change of environment around him, the fat man trembled and almost didn't fall. He muttered and scolded: "Old monk, don't talk nonsense, this stone statue can still kill people?" Could it still be resurrected? ”

"Does this fat benefactor think the poor monk is lying?" The old lama looked at the fat man and asked.

"I ......"

Seeing that the fat man was about to scold, Zhang Meng hurriedly blocked the fat man's mouth, turned around to look at the old lama, and asked puzzledly: "The headless horseman kills people, but the master has seen it with his own eyes?" ”

"Nature." The old lama sighed: "Not only the poor monks, but even the tribes where the poor monks stay have seen it with their own eyes. ”

"Anyone else sees?" Listening to what the old lama said, Zhang Meng looked back at Laizi.

Lai Zi also took the opportunity to ask: "Since this headless stone statue will kill innocents indiscriminately, wouldn't it be ...... for the master to come here alone to overdo these corpses?"

"If too many people die in vain, the yin energy here will inevitably cause even greater turmoil. Why not sacrifice a poor monk in exchange for the peace of all beings? The old lama clasped his hands together and said in a reciting voice: "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, Amitabha." ”

"The Guru is merciful, and we are ashamed of ourselves." Laizi nodded hurriedly.

Zhao San on the side thought for a while, and said puzzledly: "Since it is certain that the stone statue of the Headless Horseman is making trouble, just smash it." I see that there are headless corpses all over the mountains here, and it has been a while, so why bother to let him continue to harm people. ”

"Tribal customs are involved here, and it is inconvenient for outsiders such as poor monks to interfere......"

"That's easy to do." Seeing that Zhao San had an idea, and now that there were many people, the fat man relied on his courage and picked up the sapper shovel and was about to go back: "Since you are not good at interfering with the old monk, won't we help you destroy it?" ”

"It can't be destroyed, it can't be destroyed." Seeing that the fat man was about to move, the old lama hurriedly stopped him.

"Why can't it be destroyed?" The fat man asked.

Although everyone didn't believe in the headless horseman killing people, the method proposed by Zhao San and the fat man was also approved by everyone. Smash the stone statue, and the rumors will naturally disappear. But I didn't expect the solemn old lama to be so excited, and I couldn't help but look at the old lama.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the old lama hurriedly explained: "Even if the poor monks don't stop them, there will be people who stop a few donors." ”

"Why?"

"Amitabha."

Seeing that the old lama didn't speak, Lai Zi seemed to have figured out what was going on, and immediately said, "Master, does this headless stone statue have anything to do with the Mongolian tribes here?" ”

"Amitabha." The old lama slowed down and said, "Everyone in the world is greedy, and if there is too much desire, it will lead to trouble, and no one can avoid it. ”

"Huh?" Hearing the old lama suddenly say this non-touching sentence, everyone looked at each other, and they were all at a loss.

"Several donors don't seem to know about the rumors of this grassland, and the poor monk doesn't want you to be involved in this matter."

"I said Master, you're halfway through what you've said, what are you talking about......" Before the fat man finished speaking, he was stabbed in the elbow by Zhang Meng.

"I know that several donors are from the state and are not afraid of getting into trouble." When the old lama said this, he looked at everyone again and continued: "The poor monk is afraid that someone will be greedy and die here, but it is the poor monk's words that harm people. ”

"Guru, isn't it harmful?" Lai Zi stared at the old lama and said with a smile.

The old lama was immediately speechless when asked, and after a moment he made up his mind and said, "In fact, this stone statue of the headless horseman is guarding the legendary treasure of the Golden Family!" ”