A few decades ago, a large number of educated youths who had come to reclaim wasteland in the Xing'an Mountains and Hulunbuir grasslands returned to the city, and this rich land was once again depressed. No matter where it is, if the popularity is less, the demonic spirit is heavy. I heard that there was a weak lang on the prairie at that time, and the weak lang first originated in Tibetan and means corpse fraud. The weak lang on the grassland and the Xiangxi zombies theoretically belong to the same species, but perhaps they had different religious beliefs when they were alive, so their characteristics after the corpse were also different.

Zombies, tomb robbers touch Jin Xiaowei and call it a big zongzi, after the corpse is bloodthirsty, the person bitten by it is either sucked dry blood and died, or because it is infected with corpse poison, the corpse poison gradually burrows into the brain marrow to occupy his body. The evil of the weak lang is that they can spread their resentment, just like a high monk and lama touching the top of his devout believers, and put a withered claw on the head of a living person, and the living person will immediately become a second weak man, just like a virus that keeps spreading.

On the Hulunbuir grassland, there was a weak man decades ago, and a herdsman was slaughtered and all became his puppets. At this time, a great mage who passed through this place from Outer Mongolia to collect medicine in the Xing'an Mountains passed by, and he had already enlightened several herdsmen who had been empowered by the weak lang so that they could return to normal. Later, in order to completely solve the disaster brought by the weak man to the prairie, the archmage decided to build a yellow temple here, and settled here, chanting every day, and using Buddhism to suppress the resentment of the weak man. This eminent monk and lama is Lobu Ganya, and the yellow temple is the one they are in now.

"How long is the sunset in Battle?" asked Ma Sihai.

"There's still an hour, what's the matter, do the seniors of the four seas still want the sun to set early? After nightfall, the wolves' attacks will be even more ferocious, and we can't resist it!"

"If we can't stand it, we have to last an hour, even if we have the opportunity to go now, can these two lamas go?

Not only are they waiting for the last hour of sunset, but even the wolves seem to be waiting, after sunset, the wolves' senses will be more sensitive than now, their attacks will be more ferocious, and now even if they ask for help, no one will dare to come.

The grassland was quiet, and a refreshing breeze blew through and dried all the blood stains on the outer wall of the Yellow Temple, and the outer wall of the Yellow Temple became scarlet, and the air was filled with the stench of human blood and wolf blood.

"Master, come here. Ma Sihai called Wushuang to the temple.

In the main hall is enshrined Maidel Buddha, the Chinese is Maitreya Buddha, the Buddha statue is gilded and golden, but at this juncture, the Buddha may have closed his eyes and could not bear to see the cruel slaughter.

Wushuang raised his eyes to look at the Buddha and shook his head helplessly.

"Second grandfather, I was embarrassed to ask you directly just now, do you really have that embarrassment in your heart? No matter how powerful the treasure holding technique is, there are thousands of snow-capped mountain wolves!" Wushuang asked.

"Hmph, master, it's not something Ma Sihai can do to block those ferocious jackals. ”

"Second grandfather, don't scare me! If it doesn't work, you can say it as soon as possible, and let's get on the horse and run away while the sky is still bright." Wushuang was a little timid, and the yard was still full of mutilated corpses of the Gang brothers who had been eaten by wolves.

"Huh...... Master, are you afraid? Sihai has done something that he is not sure of? To tell you the truth, if it were any other place, I would definitely give up the rescue, but the secret in this Yellow Temple is unknown to others, and Ma Sihai can know. ”

Ma Sihai's words aroused Wushuang's curiosity. "Oh, I want to hear more about it, what the second grandfather said is related to Archmage Lobuganya, did he leave behind any deadly weapons?"

Ma Sihai said, it is useless to deal with these most ferocious hunters in nature, do you remember the story I just said? In fact, the rumors about the weak man during the Cultural Revolution are true.

Back then, before Archmaster Luo Bu Ganya came, Ma Sihai had been to Hulunbuir. It was originally a male owner of a herdsman's family who was seriously ill, and he looked for medical advice everywhere without success, and saw that the doctor was getting worse and worse, so he had no choice but to go to the old guest of Xing'anling to apply medicine.

Ma Sihai went to the herdsman's house to see the patient, the man was already dying, unless it was a panacea, otherwise he had no way to recover. The man hadn't swallowed his breath yet, but his face was slightly purple, and layers of small blisters began to form on the surface of his skin. It's no wonder that the other doctors didn't want to come and see him, thinking he had some kind of plague.

Ma Sihai shook his head and sighed bitterly: "Let's prepare for the future." ”

The herdsman howled and cried when he heard the bad news, and Ma Sihai called the hostess out and said, don't cry yet, there is something to explain to you. Originally, we Han people and you Mongolians have different beliefs, so it stands to reason that I shouldn't say much about this. But this matter is very important, I am afraid that if you don't say it, there will be no peace in the Hulunbuir grassland in the future.

He said, I saw that my husband's skin was swollen and blistered, had he ever been to a place of extreme yin before his illness? Ma Sihai did not say, but asked if he had ever touched a corpse or dug up a curtain.

The belief of the Mongolian people is extremely rejecting tomb robbing, which is heinous and will be cursed by the immortal heavens. All the Mongolians absolutely did not dare to do this business, even if the former Dongmeng Ma Gang, don't look at following Mo Xiaoqi's hands, but whenever the inverted bucket is involved in the theft, they never participate.

"Mr. Ma, don't talk nonsense, sins and sins, my family is a proper herdsman, and we are all devout believers in Eternal Life. But ......"

"You say, I listen, I don't think the cause of his illness is simple. ”

At that time, wasteland was being cleared all over the country, and there happened to be a wasteland near the pasture, and the man had been cultivating it for several years. A few days ago, an ancient tomb was suddenly dug up under the pasture, and most of the Tibetans and Mongolians who believe in Tibetan Buddhism use sky burial after death, that is, the corpse is placed on a specific stone platform on the grassland, and the vultures in the sky are allowed to eat the corpse, and the emphasis is on re-dedicating the flesh and blood to nature.

So at first, he didn't know that there was an ancient tomb below, and thought that the ringing horse on the grassland had buried some treasure here, so he found a hoe and dug it down. Finally, a fire-patterned coffin was dug up, and the coffin was well sealed and looked like a coffin full of people. He was just about to report this discovery to the commune, but before he could jump up, he suddenly felt a stench wafting from the crack in the coffin.