Grandpa had heard in his hometown that snakes were very vindictive, and when they saw snakes, they either didn't fight, they would kill them, and they should never be injured and let them have a chance to escape. Because once the beaten snake escapes, it will definitely come back for revenge. The male and female snakes in mating are also not allowed to be beaten casually, if one of them is killed and the other escapes, the surviving snake will also come back to take revenge. An old man in Thrush Village once saw two snakes entangled when he went up the mountain to chop wood, he killed one of them with a scythe, and the other took the opportunity to escape. A few days later, the old man died in his bed, with a freshly shed snakeskin in the bed.

The guide said that the weak man's revenge is stronger than the snake in your hometown.

Grandpa hurriedly asked what kind of existence the weak man was.

The guide poured a little water to wipe his father's face, and said that the weak man was neither resurrected nor cheated on the corpse. The Tibetan people's so-called "weak lang" refers to some evil or hungry people who have not fulfilled their sins and regret after death, so they wake up after death to complete the remnants of their evil life or seek unobtained food. However, this can only be achieved while its body is intact. The burial customs themselves in Tibet provide an excellent opportunity for the corpses to be raised. Because in Tibetan areas, especially in urban areas, 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 monks to chant sutras and pray, transcend the dead, send them to the dead, and a series of funeral activities, and the body is parked at home for at least three to seven days before being buried. If there is a corpse, it is mostly during this period.

After the guide wiped his father's face, he said that ordinary weak men can't speak, can't bend over, can't even turn their eyes, and can only stare straight ahead. But the weak man you saw last night is different, since it can raise its head slightly, it can also roll its eyes, which means that it is a weak man who has lived for hundreds of years. Animals may become sperm after hundreds of years of practice, and the weak man has experienced hundreds of years without being discovered and subdued, and he can be regarded as a weak man. However, the locals are not called weak Lang Jing, they are called weak Lang King.

The Weak King? Daddy was shocked.

The guide nodded and said, Yes, the average weak man comes out at night either to hurt people or to find food, but the weak man king is different, in addition to looking for food and hurting people, it can also touch people's tops.

Touching your head? Daddy asked.

The guide said, "Well, if the weak king encounters a living person, he only needs to touch the top with his stiff hand, and the living person will die immediately and become a corpse. Of course, this bizarre and terrifying effect is only limited to the body of a living person, and is ineffective against other animals, otherwise the cats and dogs in this world have become weak, and people will have no way to defend themselves and live.

Daddy said in fear, you mean that if the zombie king finds me, maybe he will turn me into a weak man?

The guide sighed, and it was better not to let it find you.

If I had known that this was the case, my grandfather would not have gone to the small attic that night to see the situation outside. But there is no regret medicine in the world, since it is useless, I can only think of other ways. Grandpa didn't have the heart to go sightseeing, so he begged the guide to help him find a way to make the weak king stop looking for him.

But where can the guide have a way, he can only repeatedly emphasize not to go out at night, and to avoid people who see stiff movements.

Seeing that the guide was really incapable of helping him, his father went from house to house to ask the locals for a solution.

My father was not yet twenty years old that year. And when I was 20 years old, I was still alive under my grandfather's protection.

At that time, although my grandfather did not go to the next level, he was already famous. For the first time, he faced a life crisis and ran for survival. When I was twenty years old, I was wasting time on college campuses, and I don't know why.

After a few days of visiting and inquiring, he finally learned that there was a mage nearby who had captured the weak man for many years, and the mage lived in a deserted temple.

Grandpa asked about the location of the temple and quickly looked for it.

After arriving at the temple, my grandfather bumped into a little lama at the gate. Daddy hurriedly asked if the mage was there. The little lama can understand Chinese and can also speak a mouthful of Chinese. He told his grandfather that the mage was not in the temple, and that he had gone to a remote village to arrest the weak man, and he didn't know when he would be able to return.

Grandpa was disappointed.

When my father saw that the temple where the master lived was in tatters, he asked the little lama, since the master was so strong in magic, why didn't he build a big and gorgeous temple and live here?

The little lama said that it costs a lot of money to build a big temple, and the master does not have so much money.

Grandpa was surprised, the mage helped people arrest the weak man, didn't he collect money?

The little lama was also very surprised when he heard his grandfather say this, and asked rhetorically, if it is to make money, it would be good to recite the longitude to survive, why do you want to arrest the weak man? The mage captured the weak man to save people, not for money.

Grandpa suddenly felt a sense of admiration and decided to follow the mage to learn the spell of catching the weak man.

The little lama also said that there was actually another reason why the Venerable Master lived here. At its peak, the temple had hundreds of monks, but all of them were reduced to corpses overnight. The Dharma Master wanted to recite the sutras of every monk who had become a corpse, so he did not leave here.

Grandpa was surprised, hundreds of monks have become weak?

The little lama said, yes.

That was a long time ago, when the Venerable Master was a young monk and he was studying the scriptures in this temple. One year, when the presiding officer of the temple died, the monks of the temple placed his body in the prayer hall, and then everyone sat in the hall and chanted and prayed day and night, without closing their eyes for three consecutive days and three nights. On the third night, the monks who were exhausted from chanting the sutras could not help but fall asleep one by one, snoring like thunder. Only one young monk - he was the later master - did not feel sleepy because he was afraid. This was the first time he had recited the sutra to a dead man, and several times he forgot the following text halfway through, so he had to start all over again. He couldn't help but glance at the presiding corpse after reading it for a while. In the second half of the third night, he suddenly found the host sitting up. He was so frightened that he crawled out of the temple, forgetting to wake up the sleeping monks.

The result was very serious, and hundreds of monks in the whole temple all turned into corpses overnight, which is often referred to as "weak lang" by locals.

Maybe it's because the presiding over the cultivation itself is too high, so if you raise the corpse after death, you can directly become a weak king. The presiding officer of the corpse touched the top of each sleeping monk, just as he touched the top of those who came to pray for blessings before his death.

Fortunately, the next day, an ascetic came to this temple to ask for a place to stay, and when he opened the door, he saw that it was full of weak men jumping and walking! The dervish did not run away, but stood in front of the temple gate, holding a ritual instrument and reciting a mantra. When the bouncing weakers heard the magic weapon shaking, they all jumped towards him.

When the dervish saw the weak man approaching, he hurriedly turned around and walked back, neither fast nor slow. If you are fast, you are afraid that the weak man will not be able to keep up, and if you are slow, you are afraid that the weak man will catch him.

The little monk who escaped last night did not go far, he hid by the river in front of the temple, and when he saw what the ascetic had done, he immediately felt very ashamed.

The dervish led the weak man to the river, and then led hundreds of weak men to the wooden bridge across the river.

The dervish jumped hard and jumped into the river.

The weakers jumped into the river one after another and never got up again.

The dervish narrowly escaped the bite of several weak men in the water, and finally swam to the shore, panting.

The little monk who was hiding by the river and peeking out of the bushes came out of the grass, knelt down in front of the dervishe, and kowtowed to the ascetic to teach him spells.

So, the dervishes took up residence in the temple, passed on what they had learned all their life to the younger monks, and then grew old in the temple.

Grandpa was overjoyed when he heard the little lama tell him about this past, he thought that the ascetic back then could deal with hundreds of weak men alone, and the mage who received all the secret methods of the ascetics could naturally easily deal with the weak king.

The little lama's next words poured a basin of cold water on his father's head.

The little lama said that the little monk asked nearby residents to help salvage the weak man who had drowned in the river, and after the salvage was completed, it turned out that there was no body in the drowned weak lang.

Grandpa asked, didn't the host jump into the river?

The little lama said that the weak king might have seen through the spell of the ascetic and escaped by taking advantage of the chaos. The dervishes stayed here and didn't leave, more or less because they were afraid that the weak king would return here, right?

Grandpa was uneasy, and secretly wondered if the weak man who could turn his eyes that night would be the host who came back to seek revenge. However, even if the presiding officer wants to seek revenge, he should come to this temple, although the ascetic has been an ancient monk for many years, his only disciple still lives here. How did he find out where I lived?

After chatting for a while, the little lama said that he had other things to do, so he left his grandfather and left.