He sat on the ground, his eyes open, his bloodstained face was full of despair, he also fell into this ice cave, but unfortunately he was only one person, and he couldn't go up at all.

Rinzeng silently recited the Buddha's name, and when he lowered his head, he saw an even more terrifying scene, only to see that behind Ngawang there was a woman who could no longer be called a human.

Her legs had completely turned into skeletons, her feet had disappeared, half of her upper body and head had been gnawed off, and Bai Huahua's bones were still clinged to blood-red tendons, and half of her body was only half of her shoulders and half of her arms, and her snow-white skin was covered with coagulated blood.

Her brain was gone, only half an empty skull, and a blood-soaked eye was looking straight at Rinzen.

Rinzen turned his head and started retching, he felt his body twitching, he started to cry, his tears rolling down like a burst.

The lamas above also saw this scene, and they all looked away, and the scene in front of them was hell.

Rinzen's body trembled, his eyes closed and he chanted, his voice choked, the sutra he recited did not have the feeling of ethereal purity at all, he opened his eyes, and did not dare to look directly at Ngawang.

This must have been the Buddha punishing him, punishing him for not saving the people who should be saved, and Rinzen raised his bloody hand to close Ngawang's eyes.

But he couldn't, Ngawang's body was already frozen and stiff, and he couldn't close his eyes as he chanted the Buddha's name.

Ngawang refused to forgive himself, he hated himself for not saving his wife, and he refused to accept his excess.

Rinzen felt his heart hurt like blood, he looked into Ngawang's eyes, but saw his gaze resting on his hand, Rinzen lowered his head and saw Ngawang holding a strangely shaped piece of jade in his palm.

The jade was stained with blood, but Rinzen could still see the strange patterns carved on it, Rinzen reached out and pulled it out, his eyes wide to see it, the distorted words on the jade burning him like fire, and he could feel his soul making a sound of pain.

This piece of jade is from the hell of Ah Nose!

He looked at the jade, which was so pure, but why was it so evil, and he felt that the words on the jade must have been carved by the devil.

He didn't understand why Ngawang wanted to take this piece of jade out of hell, but he felt that Ngawang must have wanted to purify it, and he immediately made up his mind that he would take this piece of jade back to the lama temple and put it in the palm of the Buddha's hand, so that it could be cleansed by the Dharma day and night.

This must be Ngawang's wish, he doesn't know what Ngawang went through to crawl out of hell, but he appeared in front of his eyes, and it was all arranged in the dark.

Your wish, I will fulfill it for you.

Thinking to himself, Rinzen took this piece of blood-stained jade into his arms, he felt a lot more at ease, and he raised his hand again to close Ngawang's eyes and closed them.

Ngawang closed his eyes, his whole face became calm, and he was resting as if he was sitting in an ice cave.

Rinzen didn't plan to take him out, and being with his wife was the best place for him to go.

A lama outside the ice cave put his Zen staff in, Rinzen's leg was so painful that he couldn't stand up, so he could only try to straighten up and grab it, but fortunately, the ice cave was not deep, and he could hold on.

The wound in his right hand was painful, the wound was torn, and blood was running down his arm, and Rinzen couldn't hold on to the staff, and the strength of one hand alone could not support it.

An arhat jumped down, and the hole suddenly became narrow, and they tried not to touch Ngawang behind them, and the two of them stood almost close to each other.

The Arhat's strength was so great that he lifted Rinzen up with ease, and the lamas above quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him up, and pulled the Arhat up in the same way.

The snow was stained red with blood, and Rinzen realized that his left leg had been stabbed by a sharp ice edge, and the wound was deep and bleeding.

The lamas took out the medicine and smeared it on him, and tore his clothes to bandage him, and these arhats would carry the medicine with them wherever they went, and their medicine came from wild herbs in the snowy region, and the effect was surprisingly good.

They took turns carrying Rinzen, who lost so much blood that he couldn't remember how long they had walked, but he remembered that he met a few Tibetans at the end and then returned to the lama's temple.

Rinzen washed the jade and placed it in the palm of the Buddha's hand, and he chanted in front of the Buddha day and night, hoping to purify the jade from the Abi Hell, and he took the trouble to tell the story behind the jade to everyone who was curious about it, whether they believed it or not.

He confessed his fears and confronted his mistakes, and the story of this piece of jade stayed with him until his death.

This story is very scary, and it is also very bizarre, I feel goosebumps all over my body, I only know the blood curse of the family, but I have never thought about where the jade comes from, is my piece of jade also from hell?

I don't believe in hell, I'm scared and curious about the mysterious village in the story, I don't know how to find the truth, should I go to hell too?

"Master, why didn't Sanji see the jade again when he came to the temple?" I asked.

"The jade was taken away by God, and God said it was his."

I was taken aback, I didn't dare to think about what this sentence meant, how could I call him something, I always thought that the jade was mine, could it be that this person was also burdened with a blood curse.

"You believe him when he says it's his?" Lao Huang looked skeptical, "How can he prove it?" ”

"I can prove that I have seen ...... with my own eyes"

Lama Rinzen's words came to an abrupt end, his gaze fixed on the door, and we all turned our heads to look, and saw the so-called god standing in the doorway, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

He appeared quietly, and I always felt like he had been standing there for a long time, and he was listening to the story with us all the time.

If the jade was really his, he should know much better than we do, and he suddenly appeared just to stop Lama Rinzen from continuing.

"What do you see?" Lao Huang is still asking.

Lama Rinzen shook his head, he turned to the Buddha statue and picked up the prayer wheel again.

Lao Huang was very unwilling, he stood up and faced the god: "What do you know?" ”

He shook his head: "I'm going there." ”

"Where? The village? Lao Huang sneered, "This is your thing, don't you know what it means?" You've been here for so many years, haven't you heard this story? Why didn't you go earlier? ”

He looked at Lao Huang and then at me, and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "I thought I was the only one." ”

Lao Huang wanted to say something, I grabbed him, I don't know where I got the courage, looking at those amber-like eyes: "Let's go too." ”

I thought he would refuse, but he nodded, he didn't ask anything, and turned and walked deeper into the courtyard.

Lao Huang shook off my hand and was angry: "You know who he is, you can go?" ”

I don't know why, I just don't think he's a bad guy, his eyes are very clean, he must have suffered from the blood curse, he always thought he was the only one, so he didn't investigate, and now he suddenly found that there are also people who suffer from the blood curse, so he came up with the idea of solving it.

I told Lao Huang my thoughts, and Lao Huang didn't refute them, but he looked awkward, and I knew he was still thinking about the wolves.

I feel like I've figured it out, this person should be like Ah Chuan, and he also wants that piece of jade, so he let the wolves attack us.

Last night's wolves came strangely, we were chased and bitten so embarrassed, but we were not hurt at all, the wolves bit Lao Huang's bag like crazy, they wanted that piece of jade.

I've always thought it was weird, with my skills, it's really strange not to be bitten, I know my pounds better than anyone else.

I knew it wasn't that simple, I thought the story would be as ethereal as a myth and legend, but it was so real, so real that I couldn't help but explore it, and I admit I was afraid of the cave where the devil lived, but I had to go.

A lama came into the courtyard, and he said a few words to us, and Sanchi asked us to follow him, and he found us a meditation room to settle in, and we boiled water and bathed, and changed into clean clothes.

Lao Huang never worried about things that were a foregone conclusion, he had already accepted the fact that the strange man was going to go on an expedition with us, he took a shower and was in a good mood, asked the lama for a needle and thread and began to sew his backpack.

But his sewing skills were so clumsy that the re-sewn bag could not bear the weight at all, and he threw it to the ground in anger, and Sanchi and I could not do anything, and we could fight the wolves, and we were defeated in such a thing.

In the end, it was Sanchi who gave us two burdens, which had nothing to do with him, and he did not intend to go, but only gave us all the dry food and knives and guns.

Although we picked up all the equipment that had been left outside, the two intact flashlights were all broken, and we now only have three underpowered flashlights, as well as the goggles to prevent snow blindness, which were also crushed in the struggle.

Most of the equipment was in the hotel in Ba Qing, and we now only had the most basic tools and medicines, as well as a large pile of my climbing rope.

Lao Huang still despises the rope because it is too heavy, and he feels that he doesn't need a rope at all for this operation, although I think so too, but I still insist on bringing it.

Outside, the sky was even more gloomy, the dark clouds seemed to be pressing down on the face, and the oncoming wind contained more moisture, this blizzard had been brewing for too long, and it must have been very violent.

The three of us climbed into bed early, and I felt a little overwhelmed by the tossing and turning of the past few days.

I've always had a bad rest in an unfamiliar place, but today I slept very peacefully, and that bizarre story didn't seem to affect me at all, I smelled the faint scent of sandalwood, and slept peacefully.

I don't know how long I slept, I woke up in a daze, I felt a lot more comfortable, the room was very dark, it must be late at night, I could hear the howling wind, mixed with the sound of rustling, it must be snowing outside.