(Girls' Literature)

I pulled my beard and walked out, looking for a place where no one was around, and said: "It's a good thing that you clip a few masters with a horn, but these people are not good at stubble, they are all grandfathers' old scoops. ”

Hu Zi leaned on a voice: "Old craftsmen are old-fashioned, folding iron chopsticks is unjust, deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors, people have this layer of ground, more particular than today's young people, don't worry." ”

Thinking about the aura of Jin Abacus and Jiang Shuntian, I feel that I can't cope with it, they are not confused, they can settle it with a little sweetness, these old scoops have their own creed, not to mention what they have experienced in their lives, not to mention that ordinary people can bear it, at the critical moment, they want to turn against the customer, it is as easy as a hand.

But looking at the beard is very firm, I don't know what means he has left to be so confident, the bustling crowd outside is getting less and less, it is estimated that the people of Phoenix and Sadako have entered the mountain almost enough, I can't hesitate too much, otherwise it will really become an early morning and a late meeting.

At this time, Ah Qiu, thimble, slingshot and door nails returned, and a dozen men were discouraged, as if they had just come out of the earthquake relief site.

I asked what was going on with the doornail, and the doornail looked at me dejectedly and said, "Don't mention it, the stupa in the lama temple, somehow, suddenly collapsed." ”

"Didn't you find out why?" My heart tightened.

The door nail shook his head: "After the pagoda collapsed, I don't know where a foul smell came out, and several lamas were smoked. As he spoke, he pointed to the thimble with his chin: "What does this young master's ancestors have to do with Dongfang Undefeated?" ”

I looked at the expression of the door nail, and I guess this kid must have been dissatisfied with the thimble, touched the nail, and smiled: "How many stitches will you prick?" ”

The doornail turned his buttocks: "See for yourself." ”

I looked down and saw four silver embroidery needles stuck in his buttocks, and I was about to pull them out, but the door nail was quickly removed: "You want my life?" The young master said that within three hours, if he pulled it off without authorization, the ass would rot in minutes. ”

The beard leaned in: "You just listen to him?" As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out the needle with a snap of his hand.

The doornail screamed, clutching his ass and running up.

Thimble pursed his mouth to reveal two dimples: "When the time comes, his ass will be really rotten, but it's none of my Chen family's business." ”

The slingshot also fell over the buttocks, revealing the silver needles on the buttocks: "I touched the buttocks with your fellow lama who was gassed to death, and the corpse was poisoned, and my thimble master is kind." ”

The beard was a little bit, and while the door nail was not paying attention, he snapped and inserted the needle back again, and the door nail swooped up again, and his face turned green.

"Are we all together?" I looked around: "Where did the thunderbolt go?" When are we going to go into the mountains? ”

Huzi looked at his watch: "It's too late, the last horn hasn't come yet, everyone is aiming for him to support this pot, if he doesn't come, no one will move." ”

This surprised me slightly, at the moment, these people are almost all big names in the industry, especially that Jiang Rong, even Lao Jiuliu has to respect his gluttonous order, who else can make him have to obey power?

Just thinking about it, there were a few slight knocks at the door, and the thimble gave the slingshot a look, and the slingshot immediately went to open the door, and as soon as the door opened, he saw that Lei Zi was outside the door, and there was a big lama standing beside him, and he smiled kindly at the slingshot, and walked in slowly.

When I saw this big lama, my scalp exploded in an instant, and the door nail made another snort, and I ran behind me with a smoke: "Little, small, little Guan Ye, he, he, he is not ......"

"You guy got the door in your head?" When the beard went up, he gave him a kick: "Whoa, what a fart, you?" ”

I sweated, and my heart was beating wildly, because I knew this lama, he was the lama of Tsering Monastery, the walking corpse under the underground palace of the pagoda.

The Grand Lama walked up to me with a charitable face, looked at me, and saw that I felt my hair stand on end, and then smiled and said, "We met again, we met three times in two days." ”

"Yes...... Is it? "I felt a cool breeze start to blow up on my back.

"The first time was in my meditation room, the second time was in the underground palace under the stupa, and the third time was here." The Grand Lama said with a smile as he looked at the doornail behind me: "Oh, and you. ”

The door nail turned pale, snorted, and lay down directly this time.

At this time, the golden abacus came out, and after a few words of greeting, he welcomed the great lama into the house.

I looked at the beard with a blue face: "You clip the horn, how can you clip a zongzi back?" Aren't you afraid of a catastrophe in broad daylight? ”

As soon as the beard waved his hand, the guys who played cards carried the door nail away, and then smiled at me: "This big lama Cheng, looking at your reflection, must have even fooled the knife." ”

As soon as I heard what he said, I hurriedly asked what was going on.

Hu Zi said: "This big lama can be deep, the degree of mystery is not inferior to the knife, it is said that he has been known by the gods, is a hidden master, in the early years it is also said that he walked through the underworld, did a heavenly burial sacrifice, will attract corpses and spirits, what you see in the underground palace, is he made small means, in order to confuse the knife, let the knife determined to go to the snow mountain again." ”

"Damn, it's as evil as you say?" I felt like my jaw was going to drop.

The beard snorted: "Anyway, I believe it." So saying, he went into the house.

There are many legends about hidden treasures in Tibet, and I knew more or less about them before I came.

There are three types of hidden treasures, namely, book collections, sacred relics collections, and knowledge collections. It is said that when a certain classic or a mage mantra cannot be passed on smoothly in the face of a disaster, it is hidden in the depths of a person's consciousness by the gods, and when the stars move around, there are conditions for retransmission, under some mysterious revelation, the person who knows the scriptures or mantras can read out, to some extent, there are similarities with the reincarnation of the living Buddha.

I can't imagine that this kind of legendary character really exists, looking back at the experiences I had with Xiaodao recently, and the subtle changes that happened to Xiaodao every time he went to a place, I can't say it, he is also inextricably linked with the so-called hidden.

I followed my beard into the house, and everyone sat down around the Grand Lama, who seemed to care more than the others when he saw me, and his eyes always sparkled.

"Master, what do you have to command?" Jiang Rong's previous disrespectful attitude disappeared without a trace, and he was as pious as a believer.

The Great Lama took out a thangka from his Tibetan robe, unfolded it and put it in front of everyone, and raised his eyebrows with a hissing eyebrow: "Twelve Towns Demon Map!" ”