"Monk?"

This was not the first time he had seen a monk.

Except for Chubby, I remember the last time, it was in the mysterious tomb in District 13.

It's just that these monks are completely different from the monks I have seen.

They wore red robes that flowed in the wind and snow, and they wore a large hat like a cockscomb on their heads, and walked barefoot in the snow, holding a string of beads made of bones in their hands.

"They should be called lamas."

The ghost princess explained to him.

"Lama! What is that?? Ding Xiaoyi asked curiously.

The corners of the ghost princess's mouth raised slightly: "Still a monk." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Ding Xiaoyi's mouth twitched, and he scolded in his heart: "Hypocrisy!" ”

Although the lama walked barefoot, the speed was not slow at all, but it was only a few brisk steps, and they came from a distance.

However, they didn't pay any attention to the ghost princess and themselves.

He didn't even mean to look at each other, but with his head bowed, he recited the scriptures and walked along the ridge.

"Exactly, we're following them!"

Seeing that someone was leading the way, the ghost princess was naturally happy and took Ding Xiaoyi to follow behind these lamas.

This walk took a full day and a night.

The mountains in front of me seemed to be endless, one after the other, one higher and more shaky than the other.

At first, Ding Xiaoyi thought that with his physique, he was just climbing a few mountains, and it was not a problem at all.

But as time went on, Ding Xiaoyi found that he was overestimating himself.

As soon as I stepped on it, I felt as if my feet were filled with lead, and it became more and more difficult to lift them.

During the day, it was fine, but at night, the sky was like ink, and the stars and moon disappeared, as if they had fallen into eternal darkness.

At a glance, in front of you are the shadows of mountains, forming an indescribable depression, endless fear, and a terrifying sense of suffocation, as if many black mountains have fallen from the sky.

The incomparably small set off the crowd.

In the middle of this, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't even tell the direction, if it weren't for the lamas in front of him to lead the way for them, I was afraid that just the two of them would get lost here if they were not careful here.

Fortunately, although it is cold here, the animal skins on his body are exceptionally warm.

Ding Xiaoyi took out the [Yin Yang Qiankun Plate] and threw the animal skins into it, turned these animal skins into a set of close-fitting clothes and leather boots, and put them on his body, and suddenly the whole person warmed up.

After glancing at this, the ghost princess on the side just muttered, "These old things are quite willing!" ”

At this time, the lamas in front of them slowly stopped their steps, formed a circle, and sat in the wind and snow.

He took out some jerky from his satchel and stuffed it in his mouth, grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, warmed it in his mouth, and drank it as water.

In contrast, Ding Xiaoyi was much more comfortable, picked up some cakes and sauce meat, and squatted in the leeward place to gnaw wildly.

At this time, he didn't care about eating.

Because it's so cold here, things are left outside, and in less than a few seconds they are frozen into hard stuff that they can't gnaw at all.

As for the ghost princess, this doesn't need to eat at all.

Before going up the mountain, she caught a lot of strange beasts, sucked them full, and along the way, there were these lamas to lead the way, saving worry and effort, and there was no consumption at all.

After eating, these lamas began to recite the scriptures one after another, and Ding Xiaoyi was not surprised when he saw this.

It seems that at noon and at night, I have seen them chanting.

According to the ghost princess's explanation, these lamas have to recite sutras every morning, noon and evening, which is a compulsory course for them.

I can just take a break from this time.

As the sun gradually rises, the early rise of the morning glow makes the clouds in front of you cover with a layer of golden light, and the light shines on the mountains behind you with seven colors of brilliance

From a distance, the group heard a burst of music in front of them.

The voice is ethereal and agile, like the cry of a hundred birds.

After listening to it for a while, Ding Xiaoyi felt that his head was buzzing, and his whole person seemed to be about to fly up with the sound of this music.

But before he could be silent in this burst of music, a cold slap woke him up.

When he looked up, he saw the ghost princess sitting beside him with a cold face.

Seeing him wake up, he couldn't help but sneer: "Isn't it very good, isn't it very moving!" ”

Ding Xiaoyi nodded inherently.

Seeing this, the ghost princess leaned into his ear and whispered, "If I tell you that this is the scream of a dead man, do you still think it sounds good......

"The screams of the dead!!"

His heart tightened, and he only felt that the sound in his ears was suddenly no longer so beautiful

"There is a kind of feather people in the world, they are born and raised, they are innate spirits, and they will not open their mouths easily in their lives, but when they are in great pain, they will let out such a miserable scream.

It's just that their screams sound to others, but they are as moving as fairy music.

Therefore, in order to hear them sing, a unique punishment was specially tailored for them, called grinding punishment. ”

The ghost princess elaborated that the so-called grinding is to hang them between the special grinding discs, and as the grinding discs rotate, starting from their feet, they grind up inch by inch.

Every time the millstone turned, they would let out a terrible scream of intense pain.

When you run out, apply the potion to the wound, and the next time you want to hear it, continue grinding along the wound.

Such an adult feather person, if it is well maintained and not used often, can often be used for several months.

But if a large banquet is held, hundreds of feather people will often be crushed into a pile of meat scraps alive in one day.

She spoke slowly and softly.

But Ding Xiaoyi was terrified when he heard it, and it was hard to imagine what a cruel picture it was.

"Oh, forgot, the flesh of the Feathered People is a precious treasure of the finest kind, and their flesh and blood will stick together. 、

It becomes a stone-like appearance, it is not bad all year round, it only takes more than 100 years, after cutting, the meat inside is delicate and delicious, which can be called a treasure in the world.

Moreover, eating a piece can rejuvenate people, and increase their life expectancy by decades to hundreds of years. ”

Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyi's heart was full of vomit, and his face suddenly became very ugly.

Seeing his gagging appearance, the ghost princess covered her mouth and chuckled: "Hahahaha, fool who lied to you!" ”

Ding Xiaoyi was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't feel that the ghost princess was deceiving herself.

Because what she said was so real, as if she had seen it with her own eyes.

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from not far away.

A lama let out a strange cry, as if he couldn't stand the disturbance of the music.

His eyes shone with golden light, and the Buddha's eyes widened as he looked at the mountains in the distance.

However, when his gaze looked deep into the mountains ahead, he suddenly screamed, and fell to the ground with his back to the sky, a wisp of blood spilling from the corner of his eye.

I saw that his eyes were cracked, blood flowed out, and his entire eyeball completely burst open, and he fell to the ground and let out a miserable scream.

The other lamas, however, paid no attention to this and continued to recite the scriptures without stopping at all.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi wanted to help, after all, he followed all the way, and everyone was also a grasshopper on a rope.

But when his hand touched the lamas, a strange scene appeared.

I saw that my hand was directly passing through the lama's body without hindrance.

Ding Xiaoyi tried several times, without exception, and found that he could not touch the lama's body at all.

Seeing this, he could only look back at the ghost princess.

"How can there be lamas in this era, what you see them now and now is not on a timeline, they may be hundreds of years later, or even thousands of years later, they may be able to see you, but they can't really have substantive contact with you."

After speaking, the ghost princess looked at the mountains in the distance: "Unless you really set foot in Kunlun, where is the source of all things, where will people meet on any timeline." ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but look at Ding Xiaoyi: "Haven't you always boasted of being extraordinary?" Just take the opportunity to take a good look, and see how long you can walk on this road and how high you can climb with the world's ancient and modern future pride! ”

After speaking, the ghost princess smiled gloomily on her face: "I just woke you up once, just to give you a reminder, it is a gift from me, an elder, and those old things in the province have grievances, but I won't help you on the next road......"