Ji Yunlong didn't refuse again, and accepted the knife that was not good-looking, there are too many inexplicable things in Tibet, what this Taoist priest said may be reasonable, if he hadn't made a timely move on the ghost press just now, maybe there would have been two more blood holes in his neck at this moment.

This is all a single bar, the bullet clip is pressed with iron, as long as the soldiers who have received the order to fire will be the first to suppress the danger in a rain of bullets as long as they encounter any slightest disturbance.

Zhuo Xiong, who was following Cha Wenbin, asked in a low voice, "What kind of goods is it?" ”

Cha Wenbin stretched out two fingers and made a jumping motion in the palm of his hand, Zhuo Xiong was taken aback, this action means: zombie! Zhuo Xiong immediately pinched the knife that Cha Wenbin gave him in the palm of his hand, the appearance of this knife is indeed very ordinary, but the blade is made of ancient silver, that is, the silver ingots of the previous dynasty are re-tempered and processed into the blade, which has a miraculous effect on things like zombies.

The blood stains disappeared after walking about ten meters inside, and the floor of this passage was paved with wood, which was connected by countless hollow-shaped wooden frames, and a cross-shaped crossbar was crossed inside the wooden frame, except that the two sides of the wood were slightly lower, and it was concave and convex. Normal people have to bend over when they walk here, and they can't stand up straight.

The passage meandered, gradually changing in width from two people to one person, and the narrowest part needed to be crawled through.

One of the soldiers found a rag hanging from the wood, the color of the cloth was a little reddish, it looked like it had been many years old, and the fibers of the cloth had begun to weather.

Ji Yunlong pinched the small piece of fabric and glanced at the crowd behind him and shouted, "Master Lama, please come here." ”

Zha Brown looked and looked, pointed his finger at himself and said, "Me? ”

Cha Wenbin knew what he had found, so he said to Za Brown, "Go ahead." ”

Ji Yunlong took the small piece of fabric in his hand and made a comparison with the monk's robe on Zha Brown's body, except for the difference between the old and the new, the rest were not much different. The red color of the lama's robe is a unique color of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and Ji Yunlong has preliminarily affirmed that this piece of fabric belongs to the corner of the lama's robe.

Pinching the rag, Ji Yunlong ordered, "Go on!" ”

Cha Wenbin, who has been following the team, has always held a compass in his hand, and he found that the trajectory of the compass movement shows that their team has been circling in circles, and he measured the approximate range of the circle to about half the size of a football field, which means that this passage is spiraling all the way to the depths of the underground, but do Tibetan temples have the habit of building underground palaces?

Cha Wenbin asked as he walked: "Zhaha, is there an underground palace under the temple where you are staying?" ”

Zha Brown replied: "There are only two of us in the temple, Master Lama and I, I have never heard of an underground palace, but some of the larger temples also have them below, storing scriptures and relics. ”

Cha Wenbin asked again: "Will there be a store for corpses?" ”

Zha Brown smiled: "We are different from your Central Plains, most of the people here are buried in the sky after death, and some people are buried by cremation or water, and the corpses are generally not preserved." ”

"Oh!" Cha Wenbin didn't plan to ask any more.

"Still." Nazha Brown thought for a while and then said, "It is said that in the past, some temples would also set up a kind of prison under the temple to imprison the devil who refused to accept it, and the lamas above chanted sutras day and night to influence him until they helped him achieve positive results. I've only heard of it, but I've never seen such a prison. ”

"Do you know what the devil is like when you're in captivity?"

Za Brown shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it, it shouldn't be as powerful as the devil on your side." "Ever since he had been at Yangcun Middle School, he had come to believe that it was the center of hell with the greatest devil in the world.

Looking at the fluctuating changes in this passage and the cross crossbar on the ground, Cha Wenbin suddenly remembered a saying, and he shouted: "Brother Yunlong, can you let the brothers stop first?" ”

"What's wrong again?" Ji Yunlong was anxious to take revenge, and he was a little impatient.

Cha Wenbin said with a straight face: "Ask something, are there zombies in Tibet?" ”

"Zombies? Are you saying that zombies are harming people? Ji Yunlong still knows something about this thing from books and film and television works, the kind of thing that jumps upright in the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty.

Za Brown took a step forward and said, "We have a weak man here, which is very similar to the zombies of your original generals. ”

"What is a weak man?"

Za Brown continued: "A kind of devil formed in the flesh after death, which does not rot, bites, and is said to suck human blood. ”

Zhuo Xiong asked, "Don't you all die directly in the sky?" ”

Zha Brown shook his head and said: "In our Tibetan areas, especially in the towns, no matter who dies, they are not immediately sent to the heavenly burial platform to feed the eagles, but first placed in their homes for a few days to ask the monks to chant sutras and pray, surpass the dead, send them to the dead, and the corpses are parked at home for at least three to seven days before being buried. Those who have been recorded as having corpses and becoming weak are generally during this period. ”

Cha Wenbin motioned to Ji Yunlong to wait, and then asked, "Have you seen it?" ”。

Za Brown shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it, but many old men and celestial burial masters have said that they have seen the corpse of a weak man before, and they have seen it many times. But the corpses are not sudden, but are foreshadowed in advance. The corpses that were about to rise, their faces swelled, their skin purple-black, their hair stood on end, and their bodies were blistered, and then they slowly sat up with their eyes open, then got up and ran straight forward with their hands raised. Usually when encountering this kind of corpse, relatives will notify a lama with high mana power to accept it, and my master once encountered it when he was young.

These weak men have a common characteristic: they can't speak, they can't bend over, they can't even turn their eyes, they can only stare straight ahead, and their bodies run straight forward. If it encounters a living person, the corpse will "touch the top" with a stiff hand. As he spoke, he also put his hand on Zhuo Xiong's head and slapped Zhuo Xiong off.

Zha Brown took back his hand and continued: "As long as the top is touched, the living person will not move, and then the weak man will open his mouth to bite the person, or it won't be long before the person who is bitten will also become a weak man, one by one infects the other." It is said that a long time ago, when the great lama of a temple died, the monks of the temple placed his body in the temple hall, and then everyone sat in the hall and chanted and prayed day and night, and did not close their eyes for three consecutive days and three nights.

On the third night, the exhausted lamas fell asleep one by one, snoring like thunder. One of the timid little lamas, who had no intention of sleeping, stared intently at the body of the great lama. In the middle of the night, he suddenly noticed that the zombie had sat up. The little lama was so frightened that he forgot to wake up the monks, and rushed out of the door with his legs, and slammed the temple door to flee for his life. As a result, hundreds of monks in the whole temple all became weak overnight. Fortunately, they couldn't make it out of the temple gate, but just rampage through the temple, turning the world upside down. ”

Cha Wenbin asked, "Why can't they rush out, just by that temple gate?" ”

The more he spoke, the more energetic he became, and even Ji Yunlong was temporarily attracted by him, and he continued with his spittle: "Didn't you find that our Tibetan doors are all very short, and weak men will not bend down, so they naturally can't get out of the low door." ”

Indeed, in the past, the doors of private houses in Lhasa, Shigatse, Nyingchi and other areas were very low. Even in the ornate pavilions, the doors on the ground floor are still relatively low, a third shorter than the standard doors. Unless it is a child, most people have to bow their heads and bend over to get in and out. Moreover, the terrain of the door is low inside and high outside, showing a slow slope shape inward, which makes the door appear to be surprisingly short, giving people a feeling that the proportion between the house and the door is seriously out of balance.

In recent years, with the advent of new architectural styles, there are few left-fashioned low doors of the past, but they can still be seen on some old buildings, such as temples.

Cha Wenbin subconsciously took a look at the position he is in now, this tunnel is only about one meter and four meters up and down, if it is really a weak man, then can this weak man enter from the outside?

Unless...... Unless this weak guy who bites is a dwarf!

Judging from Zaha's description, this weak man is very close to the usual zombies, but he can also turn living people into his own kind.

"Oops! We've got to turn around and get out. Cha Wenbin said.

Ji Yunlong looked at his nervous expression and asked, "Why?" ”

Cha Wenbin pointed to the height of the space here and said: "If it is really as Zha Brown said, then the soldier lying outside is now a corpse, and if he rushes back, he may have time to stop it." ”

"Do you really believe what this lama said?"

"It's not that I believe it, but it's true that he just said that hundreds of lamas have turned into zombies."

"How do you know that you've been to Tibet?"

Cha Wenbin took out a tattered book from the gossip bag, pointed to the book and said: "I came here because of a picture in this book, which tells the story of what a master of the Tao heard and saw in Tibet, including encountering hundreds of zombies in a temple. The mountain on the picture now proves to be real, so eighty percent of the stories in the book can't be fake! ”