On the side of the buchi benma (bed chuáng), the human bones draped on the black takin (body shēn) shook and made a joyful music.

The miserable white human face on the black takin's forehead was bulging and beating like a heart, and the tiny facial features on the white bones twisted in all directions, and the cracks on the edges of the human face became larger and larger, as if they were about to break free from the black takin's forehead and escape.

With the restlessness of the white bone human face, the black takin, which was more than two meters high at the shoulders, walked around the (bed chuáng) of Buchi Benma, gently swinging the tail of the ox that was long and dense behind (身shēn).

On closer inspection, the oxtail was clearly the hair hanging down from the dead head, and a pair of resentful eyes appeared and disappeared behind the thick black hair as the oxtail swayed.

The black takin swayed its white bones and its thick horns as it went, its whisker-like drooping hair like jellyfish tentacles, bending upwards and twisting as if searching for something.

There was a faint sound in the darkness, like thousands of drowning people crying out for help in the water.

One, two, three.

The white bone man struggling on the black takin's forehead quieted down, revealing a peaceful smile with his eyebrows and eyes, and there was even some holiness in that smile.

The black takin draped in white bones turned (身shēn) and walked towards the low hill in the darkness.

With her eyes closed and her limbs stiff, she climbed up from the bed chuáng, like a puppet puppet that had been vertically argued, and fluttered behind the unusually tall black takin (身shēn), step by step towards the low hill in the darkness.

She walked out of the room after the takin (身shēn), walked down the stairs, and her stiff body touched a lot of furniture, making a very harsh sound in the quiet of the night, but she still did not wake up from the dream, still closed her eyes, stumbled after the black takin (body shēn), and walked towards the door on the first floor of the watchhouse.

Beyond the watchtower, it was already dark, and it was impossible to see anything except the low hill that floated and fell in the sky.

On the second floor of the watchhouse, the toddler next to Qu Cuo's pillow suddenly burst into tears and pushed the quilt covering (身shēn), but Qu Cuo, who was sleeping next to her, was indifferent, like a soulless corpse.

Dawa Tsering heard a strange noise in the room, and he quickly put on his shirt and trousers, and slowly opened the door a thin slit, and saw his sister Bu Chi Benma walking like sleepwalking, following behind a tall black takin with white bones like a mountain.

Dawa Tsering jerked his wrist up and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking the exclamation that was about to exit, and the young man's wrist, which was not strong, was immediately bitten and bloody.

He returned to his room and pulled out a carved Tibetan knife with a white copper sheath from a drawer.

The young man solemnly stroked the Qunpeng totem on the white copper scabbard, took out the snowy blade and glanced at it, knelt on the ground and raised the Tibetan knife above his head.

"Bless your descendants, O invincible King Gesar."

Dawa Tsering left the scabbard in the room and walked out of the room with the sharp blade, which was more than a foot long.

He held his breath and tiptoed behind Buchi Benma (身 shēn), trying not to make a sound, and after approaching quickly, he grabbed Bu Chi Benma's right hand tightly.

Dawa Tsering approached Bu Chiben Ma's ear, lowered his voice and said hurriedly:

"Benma! Wake up! ”

Buchi Benma did not react, and continued to walk forward like a walking corpse (meat ròu).

Dawa Tsering let go of her right hand, grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and rushed towards the black takin.

The sharp tip of the sword stabbed towards the vital point behind the black takin (buttocks), and Dawa Tsering pressed the hilt against his own chest, trying to stab the tip as deep as possible with the force of the impact of the body.

The tip of the knife slammed into the black takin (身shēn), making a sour sound like metal grinding.

Behind the deceased's long-haired oxtail, the pale-faced head bit the blade of Dawa Tsering's hand, preventing him from entering.

The white bone human face on the forehead of the black takin blinked, and the takin raised the tail made of the deceased's black hair, and very gently fell from above on the face of Dawa Tsering, who had no time to react.

A broad palm covered in golden light cut through the darkness, as if slowly blocking the raised tail of the black takin.

The white bone face on the antelope's forehead suddenly let out an extremely painful scream.

The black hair of the deceased was firmly grasped by the golden palms, the wisps of dark breath (yin yīn) were dispelled by the warm golden light, and the resentful head of the table (情 qíng) closed its eyes and dissipated in the dazzling light of the big (日rì).

Under the golden light, Buchi Benma woke up like a dream, opened her eyes and stood in place.

Danba Dorjee loosened the tail of the black takin and pulled Buchi Benma and Dawa Tsering behind (身shēn).

"Dorjee Abba......

Dawa Tsering held Danba Dorjee's hand, and the whole person was still trembling uncontrollably.

"Tsering, you are very brave and a good boy."

Danba Dorjee raised his hand and touched the top of the young man's head, the golden light flashed, and Dawa Tsering and Buchi Benma were sent to the edge of the barrier more than ten meters away by a soft force.

This plainly dressed Kham man clasped his palms together, and the golden light of the (body shēn) Zhou became more and more condensed, and his sturdy body seemed to be a sculpture made of gold.

He looked at the black takin that had turned around, his eyes full of anger.

"Qu Cuo, you shouldn't have killed!"

The white bone face on the black takin's forehead did not answer, and it stretched out eight slender sharp arthrops that sank deep into the takin's head.

Between the eight arthropods of the white-bone human face, many fine bone spurs with interlaced canine teeth grew out, weaving the facial features of the black takin's face.

"Danba Duoji, I only killed a dozen people, but you sealed our Mu Ya's soul takin, and folded Mu Ya's luck, and you killed people who starved to death, poor people, sick people who died of disease, and countless people who died of hunger in the past hundred years!

When I sacrifice the blood of a Muya priest and replace Muya's soul object with a sacred mountain, Muya will prosper and everyone will be able to live a good life!

It is her destiny and blessing that Benma can give her blood and bones.

Danba Duoji, you were Muya people in your previous life and present life, why don't you want to help Muya! ”

The golden light on Danba Dorjee (身shēn) vibrated violently, and the anger on his face became more and more intense.

"The black takin feeds on people and kills people for pleasure, and you send its soul to the mountain, which is to create a black mountain that kills people and eats people.

Swapping other people's lives for their own happiness is an evil way! ”

He said no more, took out a magic weapon and held it in his hand.

One end of the ritual vessel is a five-strand lantern head similar to a vajra, and the other end is a sharp triangular pyramid, and there are three Buddha head reliefs in the middle of a smile, anger and scolding, respectively, the king of manna, the demon enemy and the king of the horse's head, and it is a Van Lin Puba pestle, that is, the vajra demon pestle.

Danba Dorjee held up the Vajra Demon Pestle in his hand, and the blazing golden light condensed behind him into a three-headed, three-eyed, six-armed, two-winged Puba Vajra Dharma, and the majestic (body shēn) shape was almost on par with the black takin with a head and shoulders height of two meters.

King Kong glared angrily and smashed down with a pestle, and the thick darkness that had become substantial in the enchantment was suddenly opened by this blow.

The black takin lowered the thick curved sharp horns on its head, shook off its four hooves and slammed into the body of Danba Dorjee standing in the golden light, and the giant beast ran wildly as if shaking the mountain, and the momentum was very amazing.

The dark beast had just rushed halfway through when suddenly, a small bowl-sized white bone human face grew on its forehead, and as soon as it appeared, it opened its mouth and bit down on the slender arthrops that stretched out of Qu Cuo's bone surface, biting off three of them alive.

Qu Cuo's skeletal face let out a furious howl, and immediately opened its crescent-shaped mouth wide and bit back.

Yu Peihuan could see clearly through the monitoring array, and the newly appeared white bone face was clearly Dorje's hairy appearance.

Qu Tso and Dorje Hua Mao's bone face bit together fiercely, and Qu Tso quickly gained the upper hand and bit off the lower half of Dorje Hua Mao's bone face, but at this time, ten more young faces emerged from the black takin's face, surrounding Qu Tso in the center, making it impossible for her to immediately regain control of the soul takin.

The black takin stopped in place sluggishly, and when Danba Dorjee saw this, he immediately reversed the direction of the vajra demon pestle in his hand and stabbed the takin head with the triangular pyramid.

Qu Cuo had already devoured all the eleven human faces at this time, but he didn't have time to dodge Danba Dorjee's fierce blow.

The dazzling triangular pyramid of golden light fell, and the mouth of the white-faced man let out a desperate wail, when a (body shēn) figure suddenly jumped out to block the demon pestle of Danba Dorjee.

"Dorjee Abba, Dorjee Master, don't kill my grandma!"

Danba Dorjee looked at Dawa Tsering, who was blocking in front of his mother, and the Vajra Demon Suppression Pestle in his hand couldn't help but pause.

It was at this moment of hesitation that the black takin rushed out from behind Dawa Tsering, and a pair of thick sharp horns containing (yinyīn) dark mana pierced into Danba Dorjee's (chest xiōng) chamber, lifting him high and falling to the ground.

Puba Vajra's method was shattered, and after the demon pestle was taken off, it rolled to the side, and the golden light on the Danba Dorjee (body shēn) was almost completely gone, and only a slight light remained in his eyes.

He scrambled to his feet from the ground, still standing between Buchibenma and the black takin.

"Tsering, I won't kill your grandma."

Qu Cuo let out a wild laugh and said:

"My good son, don't be afraid, where does he dare to kill me, this black takin is Mu Ya's parasitic object, kill me, Mu Ya's luck will be over.

Danba Duoji, you can't seal me anymore, I want to make your soul scattered, and you can't reincarnate again! ”

Dawa Tsering knelt down in front of the black takin with a thud, and used the Tibetan knife with the tip of the knife that had been broken across his neck:

"Grandma, I beg you to ......"

Before the boy finished speaking, a strand of drooping hair from the black takin's jaw fell and drilled into his nostrils, and the broken blade in the boy's hand slipped weakly, and he slowly sat down on the ground, hanging his hair and snoring evenly.

"My good son, when you wake up, you will see the sacred mountain of Muya, and by that time, you will definitely live the best and best (日rì)."

Qu Cuo looked at Danba Dorjee, only to see that he was forcibly holding the seal and chanting the mantra, and the white bone man sneered, driving the (yin yīn) dark aura in the enchantment to press the Danba Dorjee who was struggling to cast a spell.

Danba Dorjee spat out a mouthful of pale golden blood, could no longer maintain the handprint in front of him, and fell to the ground gasping.

Step by step, the black takin walked towards Bu Chi Benma, whose legs were limply curled on the edge of the barrier, and the holy smile on Qu Cuo's bone-faced face returned.

"Benma, you (身shēn) have the blood of a priest, sacrificing for the sacred mountain of Muya is a fate that you have been destined before you were born, the sacred mountain will be your best destination, and the people of Muya will always remember you and thank you."

Bu Chi Benma shook her head desperately, her hands scratching deep marks in the dirt beneath the (body shēn).

"Aunt Qucuo, don't, I don't want to die, I still have to study...... No! I don't study anymore, I listen to you, I'll go to the city to work and make money, don't kill me, don't kill me! ”

But Qucuo didn't listen to her pleas at all, and just approached step by step.

Outside the whirlpool, after Yu Peihuan failed to contact Li Zhixian again, he left a magic array in place to display the real-time picture from the monitoring circle in the whirlpool.

Then, without hesitation, she stepped into the middle of the deep dark vortex with her halberd in hand.

Before entering the whirlpool, she looked back at Bu Chi Benma's frightened little face on the screen, and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, my sister is here."