"Ghosts?"

Hearing the fat man's words, everyone trembled at the same time, and they all involuntarily followed the fat man's gaze and looked towards the hill full of corpses.

At the foot of the hill, there seemed to be something, and the shadow was revolving around something.

Because the sky was a little dark, the visibility was not very high, and everyone was a little far away and could not see very clearly.

Ye Jiu hurriedly gave Liu Tang and Guo Sheng a look, and the two immediately split into two directions and rushed forward quickly, hoping to be able to control that thing from both sides.

Seeing the Ye family's move, Zhao San coughed at the pheasant, and the pheasant hurriedly whistled sharply at Hai Dongqing, who immediately flapped his wings and galloped away into the distance.

And Zhao San and Qing Pheasant also followed Ye Jiu and jumped off the mound.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Meng and others also walked down the hill one after another.

"Damn, I haven't dug up the treasure yet, I met a ghost ...... in broad daylight" Seeing that there were many people, the fat man also actively followed everyone to chase forward. But as the crowd got closer and closer to the thing, they weren't so nervous.

Looking at the clear figure in front of him, Zhang Meng said to the fat man with a wry smile: "I said dead fat, this is the ghost you are talking about?" ”

"Ugh." The fat man didn't expect that thing to be a person, so he couldn't help but pause in place, and muttered in a low voice: "Damn, is this guy idle, coming to this place in broad daylight?" I'm not afraid to be scared to death. ”

"You think everyone looks like you." Zhang Meng rolled his eyes and said, "I think you just have a ghost in your heart." ”

"Damn, complaining that I was wrong at this time, why did you go earlier?" The fat man said angrily, "You haven't noticed it yet." ”

Hearing Zhang Meng and the fat man arguing behind him, Zhao San scolded: "I said, you two have a stop point." ”

When Zhao San said this, the two of them no longer talked nonsense, but walked towards the figure in front.

The man in front of him, about fifty years old, wore a yellow hat in the shape of a dustpan on his head, wore a red and yellow drape, and his two bare arms were clenching the rosary and reciting scriptures he did not understand.

It wasn't until the lama finished reciting the scriptures that Zhao San folded his hands and bowed: "The master is polite." ”

"The donor is courteous." The big lama didn't show any surprise, but a hint of shock flashed in the corner of his eyes when he saw Hai Dongqing, who had fallen back on the pheasant's shoulder.

The crowd did not notice the Great Lama's shock.

Zhao San continued to ask, "Why did the Master appear here?" Could it be that the Guru is a celestial burial master? ”

Before the big lama could speak, he heard the fat man whisper: "I heard that the heavenly burial masters are all men who are extremely vicious and extremely ugly, isn't the third uncle scolding people in disguise when he says this?" I think the third uncle is thankless this time. ”

Hearing the muttering behind the fat man, Zhao San couldn't wait to return his hand and gave the fat man a cigarette pouch pole. However, seeing that the big lama in front of him is not like an ordinary temple lama, there is a faint appearance of a living Buddha in his demeanor, and Zhao San does not dare to be presumptuous.

"Shh Seeing the fat man talking nonsense, Lai Zi signaled the fat man not to discriminate the occasion, and reminded: "Although most of the celestial burial masters are served by specific people, there are also a few people in the temple, don't talk nonsense." ”

"This benefactor is very knowledgeable." Hearing Laizi's words, the big lama raised his head and nodded slightly at Laizi.

Seeing that the great lama nodded at him, Lai Zi also hurriedly returned the salute.

"Hello Master."

"What several donors say makes sense." I saw the great lama humbly say: "But lama, I am not a celestial burial master!" My Buddha is compassionate, I can't bear to be entangled by evil spirits, I can't be reincarnated, and the poor monks are only going to spend these souls that have died in vain......"

"The Guru is merciful, and we admire him." Raiko said.

"Not really." The old lama smiled, without any intention of concealment, and said: "The poor monk's move is to kill his soul excessively, but he also has selfish desires. ”

"Selfish desires?" Hearing the old lama say this, everyone looked at each other in puzzlement.

"Before the poor monk took refuge in my Buddha, he was a bard in Lezin, Mongolia."

"Bard?" Hearing this, Zhao San and Lai Zi were stunned at the same time, and they glanced at each other in unison, and then stretched out their hands and invited the great lama aside: "If the master doesn't mind, can you tell us what's going on here?" ”

Zhang Meng also hurriedly said to the pheasant, Liu Tang and Guo Sheng: "Please ask the three eldest brothers to drive the car over and pour a glass of water for the master to drink!" ”

"Okay, let's go." The three of them hurriedly went back to drive and fetch water.

Laizi on the side took off his coat, spread a layer on the grass, asked the big lama to sit on it, and waited for Liu Tang to bring the water before listening carefully to the big lama's explanation.

"I always thought that there were bards outside the country, why haven't I heard of them, there are still bards in the Mongolian steppe?" Zhang Meng looked at Lai Zi and Zhao San and asked.

"The little donor is not a native of the country, right?" Looking at Zhang Meng, the old lama asked with a smile.

"My guru has such a high vision, and I did grow up in Hong Kong." Zhang Meng said.

"Cut, don't say that Zhang Quede, the second devil, doesn't know, fat man, I have been traveling south and north for so many years, and I have never heard of any bards. Old lama, if a monk speaks, he will go to eighteen levels of hell. The fat man shouted beside him.

"Amitabha, how dare a poor monk deceive the Buddha." The old lama was not angry, but still looked kind, and said: "The Mongolian bard has been passed down for thousands of years, and since the establishment of the Mongol Empire, there have been steppe bards, but most of the bards at that time were trained by monasteries, or had studied there before entering the secular stage. Later, these lay monks and lamas also passed on their chantals to the Mongolian Lezin people. ”

"And who is the guru?"

"To be precise, I took refuge in Buddhism precisely because I went back to my roots." After speaking, the great lama hurriedly folded his hands and silently recited his shame.

After listening to the old lama talk about his identity, Lai Zi and Zhao San glanced at each other again.

Zhang Meng also saw the actions of the two of them, and vaguely knew what the two meant.

The big lama in front of him not only has the identity of a lama, but also has the identity of an extinct bard, and with these two identities alone, this old lama is likely to know a lot of secrets of the Mongolian people, and maybe also know some clues about Genghis Khan's mausoleum.

The top priority at the moment is to get the old lama to remove his wariness of everyone.

Before the old lama could ask, Zhang Meng touched Lady Na, and Lady Na immediately understood and said to the old lama: "Master, since you have been overtaken by these headless corpses, do you know what happened to them?" ”

"The benefactor means these corpses?" When the old lama heard this, his kind face moved slightly, but in an instant, he returned to normal: "To be able to come to such a remote place as ours, and it seems that these donors are not bad, especially that Hai Dongqing, it is estimated that ordinary people will not have it, I don't know who it is?" ”

"We are people of the state." After Lady Na finished speaking, she was about to take out her military ID.

Without waiting for Lady Na to take out her military ID, she saw the old lama shaking her hand and said, "I don't need to show it to the old lama, and I don't know the poor monk when I see it." Seeing that you don't look like cunning people, the poor monk said the truth, of course, if you can report to the government and properly handle the affairs here, it will be considered a great merit. ”

"Master, please."

"Since you've found the corpses in the hills, you must have seen the steppe stone people in front of you, right?"

The crowd nodded.

Zhang Meng opened his mouth and asked, "Master, the headless corpse buried here can't be related to the stone statue of the headless horseman, right?" ”

"Hmm." The old lama pondered for a moment and said, "Whether it is closed or not, in fact, the poor monk can't tell, but as early as in the oral story of our Mongolian minstrel of Lejin, the story of this headless cavalry stone statue was also mentioned......"

"What kind of story is it?"

Hearing that there was a story in this, everyone was also aroused by the old lama's curiosity.

"I think that since you are from the country, then the poor monks will test and teach your donors." The old lama did not explain it directly, but asked, "Do you know the purpose of these stone figures?" ”

"To tell you not to hide from the master, we have already seen and guessed that this is a funeral culture set up with reference to shamanism in Mongolian secret burials." Raiko said.

Hearing Laizi's response, the old lama nodded, and did not have any rejection because of the emergence of other religions, but continued to ask: "Then in your opinion, what is the origin of this headless horseman stone statue?" ”

"We've seen it, it shouldn't be the knight stone man of the Xiongnu, Khitan and other periods, although the headless knight stone man is not the same as other stone people, but we think that it is still a work of the Yuan and Mongolian periods." Laizi said: "In other words, it is very likely that he is a knight in the Mongol Empire. ”

"Hmm." Listening to Laizi's words, the old lama nodded with satisfaction and said, "Several donors are indeed knowledgeable, and their guesses are not wrong at all. ”

"Oh, I don't know which Mongolian knight it is?" Zhao San asked.

"No name." The old lama shook his head.

"No name, then ......" The fat man wanted to spit out a dirty word, but he realized that there was a big lama sitting in front of him, and he immediately swallowed it back raw.

"Although he doesn't have a name, this headless horseman has a lot of background." The old lama looked at the fat man and said, "Do you know that Genghis Khan Temujin has four masters?" ”

"Mu Huali, Chi Lao Wen, Bolhu, Bolshu, this fat ...... My ears are calloused. The fat man said ostentatiously.

"Then do you know which iron army these four founding heroes came from?" The old lama asked the fat man.

"This ......" The fat man paused and muttered in a low voice: "Damn, the affairs of the Mongols are not the late Yuan Dynasty, who the hell remembers so much?" ”

Seeing that the fat man was speechless, Lady Na asked, "Is the master talking about Temujin's personal guard-cowardly Xue Jun?" ”

"The benefactor is right." The old lama nodded, then cast his gaze on the stone statue of the headless cavalry that could still be seen faintly behind the hill, and said in a somewhat worried tone: "This headless horseman is the descendant of Mu Huali, one of the four heroes of the cowardly Xue army!" ”