He had hoped that he would be able to rescue his wife alone, but now he had dismissed the idea, and once he was discovered, he did not feel that he had a second chance to escape.

The small building where he was being held was at the outermost edge of the village, with a valley on the right that separated the village from the snow-capped mountains next to it.

There is a flat and wide bridge in the middle of the village, which extends into the lake, but it does not reach the snow-capped mountain opposite, but only breaks in the middle of the lake.

At the end of that bridge, in the middle of the lake, there was a boat, which had been frozen.

Ngawang took a cursory glance at the lake, which was surrounded on all sides by snow-capped mountains, only the side of the village had a gentle slope, and the other three sides could not go up and down by foot strength alone, and the valley mouth where he was standing now should be the only way in and out of the village.

He ran quickly to the mouth of the valley and saw that there were many footprints and traces of dragging, and that they had indeed been brought in from here.

He did not hesitate and ran wildly along the valley, fortunately there had been no snow in the last few days, and all traces were incomparably clear in the moonlight.

He secretly rejoiced that he believed that he would be able to save his wife.

The road they had traveled must have been safe, which saved Ngawang a lot of time, and he ran along the trail, the flat valleys and the steep snow-capped mountains, all of which he left far behind.

He was tired, hungry, cold, and he was already far away from the village, and he began to find the marks of wheat grains on the side of the road, which gave him more confidence.

He kept moving forward, he couldn't run anymore and didn't stop, he felt his body shaking unobeyedly, he felt his steps become staggering, but he knew that he couldn't stop, the sooner he found help, the more hope he had to save his wife.

The wind was so strong that he began to lose his bearings, and several times he slid down the hillside, and it was already dawn, and he stood on a mountain and looked out, surrounded by white snow-capped mountains, and there was no human figure.

Ngawang felt that he could no longer walk, so he descended the mountain, nestled in a sheltered valley, and picked up the snow and put it in his mouth.

His hands and face were numb from the cold, and his legs and feet were barely felt, but the depths of his mouth were warm, and when the snow entered his mouth, he immediately felt a chill rush over his head, sobering him up.

He thumped his legs and feet hard, got up and continued on his way, the footprints and trails of drag were no longer clear, the sun was abundant, and the snow had begun to melt.

He had to go as soon as possible, and now there were signs on the side of the road, and when there were no marks, he could only follow these traces, and if the traces disappeared, he would definitely get lost in the snowy mountains and freeze to death here.

Sunlight is better than a blizzard, and if it snows, the marks will disappear faster, and the wind and snow will hinder his progress.

Don't let it snow, he prayed in his heart.

The sun was shining warmly on his body, and Ngawang felt that his speed had also increased, and by the time the wheat mark he had made had completely disappeared, it was already late at night.

It's not too far from Sangqu Village, where he passes by during his summer grazing, and even though he doesn't go into the mountains in winter, he can still tell by the terrain.

Ngawang was glad that the messy footprints could barely be discerned, and he climbed another hill, but stopped.

The footprints were still there, leading to his house, but he felt that he should not go home to find help, there were three families in the village besides his family, and there were only a dozen people in total, and the guys who attacked them were so fierce, and there were so many people, he couldn't take others to death.

Ngawang thought about it and changed his way to the direction of the Lama Temple, where there are Arhat walkers who protect the temple, and they are more reliable than the villagers.

Moreover, the lama temple is a sacred place, and the lamas are the messengers of the gods, and he feels that if he takes the lama to save his wife, those villains may repent, not to the last step, and he does not want to cause conflict.

The last part of the road was very hard, he rolled down the snowy mountain several times, but fortunately, the lama temple is a place he goes to every year, he is familiar with the road conditions, and he will not get lost or fall into the ice cave.

When he arrived at the lama's temple, it was already dawn, and he almost knocked on the door of the lama's temple, and after listening to him, Lama Rinzen immediately decided to take the lamas to save Mima.

Ngawang was too weak, but it was important to save people, and the lamas could not find a place without him to lead the way, and a tall arhat carried him in front and showed the way.

It wasn't until he was on the road that Ngawang agreed to drink and eat, and the walker carried him for hours, and he felt that he had recovered and asked to walk on his own.

Rinzen was not reluctant, Ngawang began to lead the way in front, Rinzeng always felt uneasy in his heart, he had a hunch that this time would not be so smooth.

But he couldn't give up saving people with a hunch, so he took all the Arhat Lamas in the temple, a total of nine people, and these Arhats held fine iron Zen staff all the year round, and their power was infinite, and they could break the wolf's skull with a single swing.

But this is the worst scenario, he doesn't know who the people in that village are, the Dharma is forbidden to kill, he hopes to rely on the Dharma to deter them, if it is really the most vicious people, then it is a different matter.

Ngawang walked so fast that he even wanted to run, but Rinzen could only comfort him.

The wind was getting colder and colder, heavy clouds were obscuring the clear blue sky, and it looked like a snowstorm was coming.

Rinzen's heart became more and more uneasy, and he told the lamas to speed up, because if the mark left by Ngawang was completely gone, it would be difficult for them to find the village.

The group walked day and night, and then the wind began to carry the heavy snow, and suddenly the sky was dark, and all the marks and footprints were gone.

It became difficult to walk underfoot, the wind and snow were so heavy that everyone had to bend down to move forward, and the snow kept blowing on their faces, making it almost impossible to open their eyes.

Ngawang's eyes were red, he judged by the time that it was not far from the village, but he still couldn't find the right way.

The terrain on the snow-capped mountains is single, it looks like it is basically like that, the sky is clear, but now the wind and snow are combined, the terrain has changed, the visibility around is low, and it is normal to get lost.

Ngawang was very desperate, sitting on the ground and beating the snow fiercely, he could only walk in a general direction by memory, and it would really kill people when he entered the mountains in the wind and snow in winter, so many lamas followed him on his adventure, he was unwilling and guilty, tears flowed down, and soon became ice.

Rinzen closed his eyes, as if he could smell the turmoil in the air, and in the depths of this snow-capped mountain, there was a hidden evil aura.

The blizzard stopped after a few hours, the sky was clear again, Ngawang looked around, he couldn't see where it was at all, there was no such terrain in his memory, they were completely lost.

When the sun comes out, you can tell the direction, and Rinzen decides to go north, and if you really miss it, it is also providential.

Ngawang tearfully agreed, and his faith led him to choose to believe in Rinzen.

Rinzen's judgment was correct, and when they crossed the two snow-capped mountains again, they heard a burst of chanting voices coming from in front of them.

It was definitely not the sound of chanting, the subdued voice, it sounded extremely evil, like an ancient secret cult was cursing.

The group quickened their pace and climbed to the top of the mountain, only to see that below was the village that Ngawang had mentioned.

But their path had been deviated after all, and they were now on the hill to the left of the village, with an almost vertical cliff in front of them, and they could not go down at all.

But everything in the village was in full view, and everyone bowed down and looked down, and the scene before them made Rinzen feel terrified.

Below is a large lake, Ngawang said that it has frozen, but now it is sparkling, not the slightest appearance of freezing, there seems to be a lot of things at the bottom of the lake, but it is difficult to see in the reflection of the sun.

Rinzen saw the bridge that Ngawang had spoken of that stretched into the middle of the lake, and now, there was a wooden cross erected at the head of the bridge, and a naked woman was tied to it, crying incessantly.

The temperature was very low, the woman had been tied up for an unknown amount of time, her whole body was already blue, and behind her was a bonfire that was taller than a person, and a man with a face full of oil paint was jumping around the campfire, chanting incessantly and loudly.

It was a very thin man, his face was painted with white oil paint, painted like a skeleton, and his neck and hands were also painted with corresponding bones, and at a glance, he thought it was a skeleton beating.

His hair was long, messy, and covered half of his face, which looked even more terrifying, and he wore a pure black robe, which was very wide, and he seemed to be able to fall off his body at any moment.

Behind him were a dozen villagers, all dressed in tatters and with disheveled hair, and Rinzen counted only fifteen.

It is true that there are fifty or sixty houses in the village, but the number of villagers is too small, and when Rinzen looks closely, he sees that these villagers are motionless, like dead people.

But they were so far away that he couldn't see the expressions of these people even though the weather was fine, but this appearance seemed to be performing some kind of sacrifice.

The strange chanting sound reached his ears, and Rinzen felt dizzy, he didn't understand what it was, only that it was something evil.

The whole village exudes an ominous atmosphere.

"It's Mima, it's Mima!" Ngawang cried out, his face full of anxiety.

They must be performing an evil sacrifice, Rinzen doesn't know what they are going to do with Mima, and judging by the current momentum, they either want to burn her or drown her.

Rinzen had to stop him, and he stood up and shouted to the people below, urging them to let them go.

The villagers didn't react, only the wizard-like man looked up, and he looked directly at Rinzen, who only felt an evil aura aimed at him.

Rinzen continued to persuade him, but the man ignored him, and he was muttering something in a language that Rinzen did not understand.

He looked angry, he thought Rinzen was disturbing the sacrifice, and he waved his arms at the villagers, who looked up at Rinzen in unison, raised their arms and danced in a regular manner, as if to drive away, but without making a sound.