readx; Chapter 538: The Black Lama of the Desert (Part II)

The fat man smiled: "Damn, he's so awesome, is he even more powerful than my dad." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

I scolded: "Fatty, your father is red, he is black, how can this be compared." ”

The fat man nodded in agreement. Speaking of this, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, if the old man was talking about this person, but if it was him, he should be long gone. Even a bandit can't withstand the washing of time, not to mention that in history, this person has been executed. The fat man's eyes exchanged with me, and I saw that his eyes were clearly the same as mine.

Could it be that the old man was confused, the two of them looked at each other, and doubts flashed in their hearts.

Li Sheng interjected and said: "Fourth brother, what you just said, I don't know a little, if he was born before 1910, he is almost 100 years old according to the current time" He looked at his grandfather again and said: "Grandpa, is he ......?"

The old man coughed and said, "Do you think that the Black Lama is long gone?"

"Yes, wasn't he killed by the ranged army?" I said, confused.

The old man coughed again, and there was a small patch of blood on his chest.

Seeing this, I continued the old man's topic: "As far as I know, about 1924, the military police of Outer Mongolia and the KGB of the former Soviet Union formed an expeditionary force and decided to cross the border to deal with the Black Lama. Nanzde** and two agents disguised themselves as lamas arrived at Bunker Hill first. They told the sentry that they had come from Lama Derib of Kulen to meet with Lama Dambi and that the government of Kulen needed his cooperation and asked him to be Minister Plenipotentiary in Western Mongolia. They successfully entered the fortress, the black lama came out to meet them, but the bodyguards did not leave the left and right, obviously the black lama did not believe in these people, while dealing with the black lama, another set of plans began to be implemented, Nanzde ** did not get up for two days, was dying, he asked to get the blessing of Hutu Ketu on the occasion of his death, received the request of the Kulun guest, the black lama who had experienced a hundred battles actually relaxed his guard, came to the guest room alone, leaned over to touch the top of the dying "patient", and suddenly Nanzd ** killed the black lama. He then lifted the head of the Black Lama and shouted to the Black Lama's subordinates, "He is dead" and ate the Black Lama's heart, after which the Black Lama's subordinates surrendered.

"No, he didn't die, he lived. The old man said intermittently, "The Black Lama is a very suspicious man, except that he knows, he never trusts others easily, he often sneaks into the tents of his subordinates in the middle of the night, and observes their movements, in his heart, everyone is an enemy, except himself." The Black Lama has made too many dead knots in his life. This doomed him, even if he hid to the end of the world, he couldn't avoid the pursuit of his old enemy, and he couldn't get out of the shadow of death. ”

"Then why do you say he's alive?" I asked, puzzled.

The old man glanced at me, and with his staccato words, we returned to the place called the Black Gobi in those days......

In 1924, in the Horsehair Mountain in the core of the Black Gobi, a long-planned decapitation operation was being staged on Bunker Mountain. In the fire of the expeditionary force, the castle of the Dambin Lama turned into a ruin, at that time, the owner of the blockhouse mountain, the Black Lama, was in a different place, and the elite soldiers of Outer Mongolia fell from the sky, and in the chaos, the Black Lama's subordinates scattered and fled, but most of them were taken prisoner. Several of the Black Lama's cronies were executed on the spot. At the same time, a masked man quickly escaped from the fortress and quickly disappeared into the night.

The Outer Mongolian military police inserted the head of the black lama into a spear and paraded through the streets of Outer Mongolia, telling all the Mongolians that the black lama was dead, and that soon after the assassination of the black lama, Outer Mongolia sent people to Mamane Mountain to dig up the body of the black lama, but the body was gone.

Later, some people said that the black lama was still alive, because there was a dog at his door at that time, and this dog was as tall as a calf, and everyone was afraid of this dog at that time, because this dog, as long as it was not the black lama himself whistling or giving orders, would bite people's throats at once, and several young men could not beat them, but when the black lama was killed, the dog was silent, how could it be? It is a mystery that he was the one who protected the Black Lama; another mystery is that the Black Lama had a horse, a black horse, and no one could ride on this horse, but the moment this horse killed the Black Lama, the horse ran away and disappeared after leaving the stable, so who could ride on this horse and run? No one but the Black Lama himself could run.

"You mean the Black Lama fled. I asked.

"Not bad. ”

"But if you calculate according to time, he should be almost 100 years old, how can he still be middle-aged?" I looked at the fat man and then at the old man.

"Scarface, he's the Black Lama?!" the fat man jumped up, looking incredulous.

The old man said slowly, "Nothing is impossible. ”

"Grandpa, why is this happening?" Li Shengda was puzzled.

The old man looked at Li Sheng, smiled and said, "Child, all this has something to do with that Loulan. ”

"What does all this have to do with Loulan?" Li Sheng asked.

"Yes, it's all related, including you. ”

"Including me, grandpa, what do you mean by that?"

The old man didn't say anything more, stood up and said lightly: "What should come is always coming." ”

The fire gradually went out, accompanied by the early morning birdsong, wisps of green smoke rose, and Li Sheng's home disappeared in this fire, leaving only a mess.

We were puzzled, but Li Sheng said, "We're going to pray." ”

It dawned on me and the fat man that I told him that the purpose of praying was to follow Allah's commands and to imitate the words and deeds of the Prophet. Allah has commanded prayer many times in the Qur'an, and it is the second most important practice among the five pillars of Islam after prayer.

Although the fat man and I were not religious, we also knew that it was not convenient to play around and just watched from the sidelines.

After praying, the grandfather and grandson said to us: "The Qur'an says: "Observe prayer carefully, for the prayer bowl will prevent evil things and sins." The Prophet Muhammad gave an analogy to his disciples, saying, "Suppose there is a river in front of one of your disciples and he bathes in it five times a day, tell me, is there still a little dirt on that person's body?" The Prophet said, "This is the example of the five prayers, by which Allah cleanses away all errors", and the sage Liu Kai Lian said in the Five Meritorious Chapters of the Heavenly Ceremony: "Prayer is the source of purification, the pillar of teaching, and the order of the Lord." The sage King Daiyu also said: "Allah has compassion for the people, and with this true merit purifies the people's transgression, refers to the destiny of the people, increases the merits of the people, and enjoys the blessings of the Hereafter." ”

The fat man and I looked at each other, not knowing what the old man meant for a while.

"Worship cleanses people from error and sin, and it prevents them from committing good crimes, so that they can be liberated and successful in the Hereafter. ”

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Li Sheng asked puzzled.

"Kid, some things are always coming. The old man looked at Li Sheng and said, "There is one thing you must know today. ”

Li Sheng looked at the old man, only to see the old man say, "I'm not your own grandfather." ”

"What?" Li Sheng was taken aback, although he had doubts in his heart when he heard what Scarface said, but from the mouth of his grandfather who got along with him day and night, it was still like a thunderbolt hitting his heart, and tears had welled up for a while, and he looked at the old man in a daze and stopped talking.

"My real name is Li Zecheng, nicknamed Lone Wolf" The old man wiped away his tears, and then said: "You are an orphan, I picked it up." ”

Li Sheng had stopped crying at this time and quietly listened to the old man's story. The story goes back to that era

In the unusually cold winter of 1924, there was a rumor in Lama Dambin's castle that the Black Lama had been beheaded. The Mongols and Lao Maozi joined forces to open the castle of Dambin Lama, followed by gunfire and fire.

The young Li Zecheng was carrying the ammunition box out, when suddenly a burly figure covered in blood shouted: "Li Zecheng, prepare a horse for me." ”

Li Zecheng looked back and was suddenly startled, are you Dan ......? >