Ba Tsering and the iron donkey looked at each other for a long time, and finally I felt that the atmosphere was very awkward.

The iron donkey looked at him almost without blinking, and Ba Tsering finally compromised and looked elsewhere, this kid was quite interesting, rubbed his face vigorously, and said that it was too tiring!

I knew that Ba Tsering didn't come here to stare at the iron donkey, so I asked vigilantly, "What's the matter with you?" ”

Ba Tsering looked chattering, laughed a few times, and deliberately looked back to make sure that the two warrior monks did not come in to eavesdrop.

He gestured to the two of us, "Remember, it was a very smooth wall, and in the third row from the bottom up, there was a stone brick with stubble, and there was a treasure there. ”

I was confused, and my heart said that this baby is not a baby, and it has something to do with the two of us?

Ba Tsering didn't stay long, and even gave me the feeling that he came here to squeeze out time. He said goodbye to us.

I saw that he didn't play a bad game this time, and he didn't have any intention of attacking the two of us, so I put down my mind and walked to the door of the house to see him.

As soon as he left the courtyard, the two warrior monks immediately drilled in. The two monks nodded politely to Ba Tsering. But when they got back into the house, they both had their faces downcast, and one of them asked, "What are you looking for?" ”

I won't be stupid enough to say Ba Tsering's words back without moving, I pondered it. The iron donkey answered first and lied, "Master Ba told us that we will be buried in the sky in a while, be honest, and don't make trouble." ”

The two warrior monks laughed, and I stole a glance at them and noticed that they were smiling a little sinisterly.

And so it was not until the sun had risen completely, and when it was dawn, someone came again, a lama monk I didn't know.

He beckoned us to the celestial burial. I thought we should be attending as guests, but the two warrior monks followed me closely, especially with their sticks, which was clearly a state of vigilance.

I secretly winked at the iron donkey, but the iron donkey didn't care so much.

The place of the celestial burial was outside the entire Theravada Monastery, not far from where we lived, but it was not close, and we walked five miles.

The first thing I saw was the flags, estimated to be dozens, all around a platform with Tibetan characters written on them that I didn't recognize. Let's talk about this platform, which is about ten square meters in size, four meters above the ground, and is made of smooth and bright stone bricks.

When I arrived with Iron Donkey, there were already a lot of people gathered here, all monks from the temple.

We didn't know anyone either, so we wanted to stand in a secluded corner, but the monks didn't agree and helped us get a "seat".

The iron donkey and I had to stand like this, and I saw that the monks were still squatting and eating, all of which were steamed buns and vegetarian dishes.

I was hungry too, but there was no one to prepare breakfast for me, so I couldn't be cheeky enough to go to the monk and grab the steamed buns.

And just when I was standing very uncomfortable, another group of people came. This group of people was a little strange first, led by a lama with makeup, he was still ringing the bell, muttering in his mouth, behind him, followed by several warrior monks, and three warrior monks carrying three corpses.

Needless to say, these three corpses are too familiar to me, including the old immortal host.

I didn't react much with the iron donkey, but the lamas and monks were all agitated, and a small number of them fell to their knees.

I wonder if they know what the presiding officer was doing before he died. The heart said that how could anyone worship "monsters" so much?

But after the body was transported to the bottom of the burial platform, everyone knelt down, and the iron donkey and I couldn't be special elements.

The lama in make-up, muttering, seemed to be singing praises of virtue. The kneeling monks all kowtowed from time to time, and I and the iron donkey had to follow.

When I see what the monks are reading, I will say that sentence in the words of grape skins and grape skins.

When the makeup lama finished babbling, someone specially lit a bunch of cigarettes. Originally, there was a slight wind today, but the strength of this wind was really strong, and it was forced to rise vertically.

We all knelt and stared at the smoke. The iron donkey took advantage of the time and whispered to me, "Apprentice, they will break the corpse in a while, you are ready." ”

In fact, ordinary people should be more or less frightened when they hear this, but what did I come from? Not afraid of this at all. I hummed and replied to the iron donkey.

In fact, I was also secretly thinking about another thing, the person in charge of shredding corpses is inexperienced enough? Do you want me to go on? I'm a mess of human beings, and I'm sure I can break corpses perfectly.

But it's a shame to say this, and I didn't open my mouth.

As the smoke continued to expand, a large bird appeared in the distance, not one, but a flock, and rushed to the side of the heavenly burial platform.

I guess it's vultures, and in the eyes of these monks, these vultures will be messengers from heaven.

Iron Donkey and I both thought that we would see the scene of corpses being broken next, but who knew that the lama with makeup suddenly became very excited, and said loudly, and pointed at the two of us.

The faces of all the monks present changed, especially one lama who had just finished breakfast, and he also showed a gritted teeth. Why do you think I have such an appetite with the iron donkey?

The iron donkey couldn't help it first, said a word, and after preparing to withdraw, he took the lead and walked to the periphery.

I followed him, but we couldn't get out. Behind us stood five or six warrior monks, all of whom raised their sticks and drank us.

The iron donkey sank his face and asked loudly, "Masters, what's wrong?" ”

There was a warrior monk who said a few words in Tibetan, and then he said in Chinese, "Two bastards, the master of ceremonies said that you were the thieves who made trouble last night, and before the burial today, I will kill you and feed you to the dogs, so that your souls will never be reborn." ”

My head buzzed, and I thought to myself, how do these lamas know this? The iron donkey and I still wanted to fish in troubled waters, but they were calculated by the other party.

The iron donkey didn't explain much, and shouted again, go. He rushed out first, trying to make a gap by force.

But the warrior monks danced the sticks together, and I watched the swishing, and the sticks poked at the two of us.

It is said that two fists are invincible to four hands, and I have no problem with the iron donkey, not only did I not escape, but I was forced to retreat all the way to the bottom of the heavenly burial platform.

The two of us stood against the bricks, and all the warrior monks present went out and surrounded us a little.

My head was sweating, because all the hidden Gu in the black box was gone, and I was injured by the damn lama during the last fight last night.

If Iron Donkey and I hadn't hidden Gu stimulation to transform, with our current strength, we wouldn't have been able to fight these people at all.

One of the lamas leaned forward and threw two small hammers at us, shouting, "If we get acquainted, we will kill ourselves by striking them at the door of the head." ”

In fact, two small hammers are also weapons, but they are still too far behind the sticks in each other's hands.

I stared at the hammer, and my head sweated even more. The iron donkey also seemed to be poor, that is, just standing, and I was purely unintentional, and I touched the brick surface behind me, and suddenly remembered Ba Tsering. In particular, Ba Tsering later rushed to the scene of the heavenly burial, just outside the crowd.

He stared at me with a strange eye. I wonder if Ba Tsering's words are referring to the brick surface here, is there anything beneficial to me and the iron donkey?

It's all at this time, and I don't have time to add it up and act directly. I suddenly crouched down and felt my way to the third-to-last row of stone bricks.

Just in time, there happened to be a small pit in the top of a stone brick.

The hammer was right in front of me, and I reached out to grab it and slammed it down against the stone bricks.

The brick was empty, and with a click, a big hole was cracked, and I reached in and pulled it out, and I was overjoyed.

I took out a palm mine. During this period, after the warrior monk saw my actions, he had a posture of pressing the realm again, and the iron donkey grabbed another hammer and danced with his life to temporarily stabilize these people.

When the iron donkey saw this grenade, he was first surprised, then laughed wildly, and made a whole noun, saying God help me!

I said in my heart that it wasn't God, it must have been Ba Tsering who secretly helped.

From this point of view, I am grateful to him, but I can't figure out why he should help us since he is a member of the Theravada monastery.

I stood and raised the thunder in my palm, and at the same time pulled the lead, and I didn't care whether these lamas understood or not, and yelled, "Don't come here, Lao Tzu's thunder is not given for nothing." ”

I mainly wanted to scare these monks, but I didn't expect the iron donkey to snatch the palm thunder over, and continue to answer and say don't move!

I looked at the snorting grenade in the iron donkey's hand, and said in my heart, Brother Donkey, the problem was not serious, but you dragged the thunder away, and then we really have to fight to the death!