Seeing such a ferocious monster appear, Basang was already crying, and under the discussion of others, he finally restrained his emotions and was ready to accept this reality, but the words of the miscellaneous hairy trail made him hopeful again, and hurriedly straightened up, pulled the thighs of the miscellaneous hairy trail, and said What you said, but is it true?

The miscellaneous hairy path did not speak, but turned to look at the old lama with long eyebrows.

The old lama, whose face was full of wrinkles and sorrow, stepped forward and said yes, the sword-spine crocodile had two life wheels in its body, but he was not sure if it was the one who had been swallowed or if the sword-spine crocodile was pregnant.

The old lama stepped forward to salute the two of us, stared at us, and said that he couldn't imagine that the two of them were not only fellow practitioners of true righteousness, but also top-notch masters. But how do you know for sure his son is inside?

Miscellaneous Trail shrugged his shoulders and said that he had seen the mark of a human head in the belly of the beast.

I'm a little strange, saying that since this living person has entered the belly of the big crocodile, the process of entering, it is inevitable to take a few bites, and in the stomach pouch, there will be the corrosive gastric juice melting, the second son of the Basang family has disappeared yesterday, so long, where can people survive? Miscellaneous Xiaodao shook his head and said that he didn't know what to do, he could only feel the breath in his belly, but for what, he had never seen such a strange crocodile, and he didn't know the habits - it wouldn't be an ancient, left-behind beast, right?

The two of us discussed, and the old lama came forward and explained to us, saying that this giant crocodile, whose name is recorded in the Buddhist scriptures, is called Garata, which is the food of the eight heavenly dragons Ligarula, and is also called the sword-spine crocodile dragon, full of war spine, and cunning like a fox. It was originally a fierce beast guarding the water eye in the depths of the great rivers and lakes, an ancient relic, and also a dragon species, only the size of a small finger when it was born, and it grew one meter every fifty years, and this head should have a lifespan of 250 to 300 years.

This fierce beast has a habit, that is, it never eats dead things, only eats bloody screaming creatures, even if there are too many prey, it can't eat it for a while, it will devour it in the abdominal cavity of the body to survive, and when it is finished, it will regurgitate it and bite it alive. So, it's possible that the child wasn't dead yet.

I sighed, and said that if I really have a long knowledge, there are such strange species in the world.

The old lama frowned, but said, "This beast is not a native of our plateau, it is just a lost guest. ”

Hearing him say this, I knew that he wanted to mention the legend of Tianhu. The water veins in the world are transparent, which is often mentioned in the theory of Feng Shui, and I can understand this, because when I was a child studying Nature, the book said that water vapor rises into the sky and then passes through the global atmospheric circulation, so it is flowing. However, from a geological point of view, this is obviously impossible.

But I can't refute him, in the hearts of Tibetans, these lamas have a very high status, just like our leaders in the mainland (the same level of respect, but different hearts), they are the messengers of the Buddha, the authority of all things, and some things, too serious is not good.

The little lama stroked his palm on the top of Basang's head, holy and solemn, and then looked at the lake in the distance, and said calmly: "It didn't go far, it was in the water, spying on us." ”

Nanka Gyatso stepped forward and asked what to do now?

He pointed to the Tibetans behind him and said Do you want to sacrifice to the god of the lake, ask for its forgiveness, and release poor Mo Chi?

In the name of this sword-spine crocodile dragon, since there is a word "dragon", it is naturally a very spiritual thing, in other words, it is also called cunning. It's on the shore, and we can't help it, let alone in the water? When the little lama heard Namka Gyatso's proposal, he thought for a moment, then looked at the old lama, who glanced at it, and then groaned and said okay, first pay homage to the god of the lake.

I found a very strange thing, that is, I originally thought that this old lama and the little lama should have a master-apprentice relationship, but now it seems that the old lama respects the little lama very much, and when the two are together, they faintly respect the little lama.

After receiving the teacher's affirmation, people placed the sacrifices they had carried on the grass by the lake and began to chant and pray. Miscellaneous Xiaodao and I stood beside each other with our swords in our hands, looking at these devout believers, and feeling that it was really incredible. You must know that in my hometown, if I saw such a monster, I would have dispersed in a hurry, just like on the grave of the deaf man, every minute, uninhabited, where would I still pray on the ground as I am now?

I thought about it for a while, they probably thought that the gods and Buddhas they believed in would not abandon them, so they were so stable, right? Belief in this thing, some people can gain peace and courage from it, and some people squeeze money and status from it, how to look at it, each according to himself.

Sacrifices, chanting, and guiding rituals, the two lamas led these Tibetans and began the solemn and solemn worship of the lake god.

It's an indescribable feeling, where everyone immerses their mind, and then those meager thoughts are projected onto the lama in a strange way, and then the lama stirs into the air through the Tibetan secret six-character mantra "Om Mani Horn Mi Nuo", and spreads his thoughts between heaven and earth to communicate with all things.

This way is amazing, no wonder the senior brother repeatedly suggested that we must go to Tibet, it turns out that the method of the master here is so magical, and it can make people think, have understanding, and can get their own harvest from it.

For about half an hour, I and Shamao Xiaodao did not participate, but watched from a distance, and then guarded the lake.

The so-called artist is bold, although the giant crocodile is terrifying, but we don't have too much fear, and the headache is only how to capture it and rescue the second son of the Basang family. There was nothing to do with us in this, but as the so-called saving people's lives and winning the seventh-level floating slaughter, my grandmother also said to me, saying that we should accumulate virtue and do good, although we have not met the Tibetan boy a few times, but since we have bumped into it, we naturally still have to take care of it.

When he was done, the old lama told Pasang that he might need a blood sacrifice to save his son.

What is a blood sacrifice is to use a large animal with a living soul to drive it to the lake, and then communicate with the lake god to exchange it for his son. Basang said yes and asked if he needed sheep or yaks? The old lama told him that it would be better to be safe, or a yak, and that it might not be successful, so he had to try it first.

Basang was so distressed that his brows furrowed, gritted his teeth and said okay, he will go back and come over at noon.

The old lama drove away the surrounding Tibetans, and since the lake god had already been worshipped, let them go back with them. In Tibet, what the lama says is equivalent to authority, so everyone came up to say goodbye and prepare to return, Namka Gyatso told us to go back together, I shook my head and said no, we are still needed here. Since fighting the terrifying sword-spine crocodile with the two red-clothed lamas just now, the eyes of the people around us have become more respectful, and the same is true of Nanka Gyatso, so he did not insist and waved goodbye to us.

Everyone left, their backs became smaller and smaller, and the lake returned to calm, and I looked at the lake like a blue mirror, silent.

Who would have thought that an hour ago, an unheard-of monster would suddenly burst out of the depths of such a beautiful lake?

The old lama walked up to us, pointed to the pile of fish bones in the grass in the distance, and said, "You eat this fish, right?"

I touched my nose and said, "How can I see that?"

The old lama smiled, and his wrinkled old face turned into a brilliant chrysanthemum, and said that all the people here don't eat fish, because we think that this fish is a doppelganger of the lake god. Miscellaneous Xiaodao is also a bachelor, nodding his head, saying that we ate it, but the big crocodile, don't say that it was brought out because we ate fish.

The old lama shook his head and said no, this sword-spine crocodile dragon has not been here for a long time, and it has nothing to do with you. But I have a question, why don't you, he pointed at me, have any water on you, he pointed to me, when the sword-spine crocodile was so wet that we all got some water?

I didn't feel the old lama's hostility, so I smiled and said What do you think?

The old lama had awe in his eyes, and said that in you, I felt the power of the living beings in the rivers, lakes and seas. Young man, your identity is a mystery, and I can feel that there are many forces converging, overlapping for generations, making it impossible to see through. However, I can feel the kindness you are expressing, and I think you may have a solution to your current dilemma, right?

I laughed and said yes, as you can see, I can enter the water as if I were walking on the ground, but this sword-spine crocodile is so powerful that I don't dare to go into the water easily if I am not absolutely sure.

"Really?"

The old lama was overjoyed, looked back at the little lama, the little lama nodded, and then took my words and said, "Actually, we have a way to subdue that fierce beast, but the situation was too urgent at that time, and it was difficult to perform it in front of ordinary parishioners. If you can take me down, then I'll take care of the rest. ”

I glanced at the young lama, who was handsome and graceful, and his eyes showed confidence, so I nodded, and said that in that case, then let's go into the water.

The lake was not big that day, and after some discussion, we began to walk through the lake and slowly walked towards the water.

Because the scuba formed by Tianwu Zhu is not large, the miscellaneous trail and the old lama watched from the shore. I held the Heavenly Wu Zhu in my left hand and the ghost sword in my right hand, while the little lama carried the Vajra Demon Pestle and followed closely beside me, and then curiously watched as the lake around me was repelled and formed a two-meter square blister.

After walking more than four meters, the water has already overflowed over our heads, the surrounding scenery is dark, the clear water is secluded, and under our feet, there are piles of mud, sand, stones, and aquatic plants.

After walking for a few minutes, we arrived at the middle of the lake, which was quiet and silent, and suddenly, a black shadow, riding the wind and waves, cruined from the front.