It was a day to walk along the winding mountain road, and Cheng Yiyun and I had exhausted the last trace of strength. We sat powerlessly against the rock. There are few vehicles on the road, and when it comes to the moon day, most of the areas here are covered by heavy snowfall, and it is impossible for any more vehicles to drive. The long-distance bus that was looted by the villagers of Mawanggou a few days ago may be the last car of the year.

It was dark, and after a while, the cold wind and snow fell.

"It's too cold, it's not a way to go on like this, not only Dolma can't stand it, but even we will freeze to death." Cheng Yiyun hugged Zhuoma and snuggled in my arms, trembling in unison.

"I'm trying to figure it out." I know very well that in this case, if we can't stop the car on the road, we will have to freeze to death and starve to death.

However, there is no way to stop the car at the moment. This place is so eerie that it seems to be a forgotten place by the outside world, and the vehicles have cut off all contact with it this season. I was numb, and when I looked up, I saw the sky being overcast and the biting snow wind whistling.

Before, I thought that there would be Yi horse gangs passing through here, but now it seems that things are not what I thought, perhaps, these horse gangs did appear here in history, but the historical changes, they have been forced to withdraw, and now, no one will engage in such a dangerous job in this wild place.

"Red Lantern!" Cheng Yiyun suddenly saw a flash of light in the dense fog.

I smiled desperately and scolded weakly, "Those villagers are here again...... You two go first, I'll resist ...... here."

"The direction doesn't seem right, you look halfway up the mountain in front, the red light is there!"

"What?" I looked weakly sideways, and a red lantern loomed in the mountainside not far away, and after a while, the red lantern disappeared.

"It seems to be going in a different direction." I wondered.

A few gloomy bells came from the thick fog, shaking the silence of the snowy night, and the bells of the night in the dark mountains and forests were even more eerie.

"It's ...... Bell? How can there be a bell? Cheng Yiyun and I looked at each other.

The bell of "Bang Bang" is mournful, and the sound is soul-stirring, just like ringing the bell of the countdown at the end of Yangshou, and then the door of Huangquan will be opened.

"Where there are bells, there are most likely temples. Instead of freezing to death here, it is better to find a temple to take shelter from the wind and snow. "I picked up Zhuoma on my back and dragged Cheng Yiyun to the mountainside.

The bell is getting closer and closer, and through the pine forest, a thousand-year-old temple comes into view.

The ancient temple is surrounded by forest fog, the white snow, the deep dark night, the ancient temple is reflected in a secluded forest and cold blue, and the desolate strange cry of the old crow is heard from time to time in the black and lonely mountain forest.

I took a few steps forward, and under the exotic ice blue, I could vaguely see a half-hanging wooden plaque on top of the broken wooden door, but it was written in Tibetan, and I couldn't read what it meant. In the cold wind and desolation of the snowy night in the wilderness, the ancient temple that is unpopular is cold and gloomy, and it can't help but make people's hairs stand up.

"Be careful." I took out the flashlight and approached the temple gate lightly, and Cheng Yiyun followed behind with Zhuoma on her back.

The faint aperture of the flashlight distorts light and shadow between dark and blue, and the image becomes strange and bizarre.

This ancient temple has been abandoned for many years, the moss and dead leaves on the mud ground of the stagnant water are mixed, the courtyard is very large, the temple hall on three sides, the periphery is a ring of earth walls, and the two rows of pine trees in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the middle are straight and luxuriant. Under the light and shadow of the flashlight, you can see that everything is in ruins, the temple houses are decaying, the attic is collapsing, and it is desolate and silent. Waist-high weeds are overgrown, the mountain wind occasionally passes, and the temple houses crunch.

After the courtyard extends to the main hall, I look away and see only a thick black depth, and I only hear the yin wind miserably like a ghost crying.

Stepping into the main hall, the Buddha statue is damaged, and the incense table and chairs are thick with gray sand.

At this time, a crisp sound of wooden fish sounded in the backyard of Mori Hei.

"Who!" I immediately became nervous.

The "knock knock knock" percussion sound is very rhythmic.

"In the back!" Cheng Yiyun had already identified the direction from which the voice was coming.

"Okay." I said and walked to the backyard.

Cheng Yiyun pulled the bolt and walked with me to the apse. The sound of the wooden fish became clearer, and in the depths of the black forest in the backyard, there was a faint candlelight.

Looking for the candlelight, we came to a wooden house, and I opened the wooden door. There was a lama in the house, with gray hair, sitting with his back to us, knocking on a wooden fish.

The candlestick on the wooden table is half a candlestick, and the candlelight flickers on and off.

"Two donors, where did you come from?" The old lama did not look back, and his voice was low.

"Who are you?" I snapped.

"The uninvited guest actually asked about the owner here." The old lama turned his head slowly, and saw that his left eye was blind, and the flesh scar was so long that it filled the socket.

Cheng Yiyun gasped and took a few steps back.

The old lama sighed: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am a lama in this temple, not a ghost." ”

"But this temple is obviously uninhabited......" Cheng Yiyun looked at the lama from head to toe in disbelief, he had legs, feet and shadows, not like a ghost.

"Alas...... Wronged, this was all a few years ago, and the two donors are definitely not locals, so they must have strayed into the evil village, right? ”

"The master is right. We were originally a geological team to investigate, but then we got lost and strayed into Mawanggou by mistake. Please tell us where this way is? I said respectfully.

"The two donors mistakenly broke into the Mawang Ditch and were able to escape death, and then crossed the Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain Canyon and survived, and they will be blessed by the gods."

"It's strange that this old lama seems to know a lot about what happened to us here?" I was surprised.

The old lama sighed: "The heavy snow covers the mountain, there is only one way to get here, you must pass through Mawanggou and then pass through the Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain Canyon, the two of you have a safe journey, it is really a blessing." ”

"Please show me the way out."

"Alas...... There is no road. Vehicles can only be seen on the road when the snow melts in the spring of next year. ”

"Master, is there no other way?"

"Unless...... But that can't be, it can't be! The old lama's eyebrows tightened.

"Unless what? As long as there is a little hope, we will go for it. ”

"Unless you can pass through the Sacred King Cave of Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain." The old lama's voice trembled slightly.

"The Cave of the Holy King? Where is it? ”

"Two donors, this is a long story. Please come with me. ”

The old lama led me and Cheng Yiyun to the firewood room, "Two donors, this room is quite warm, you can rest here." The poor monk saw that the little girl was very sick, and I am afraid that she was taken into a soup by someone, and then contracted a cold. ”

"Master, please find a way to treat the girl."

"Today, I went into the mountains to collect some medicine, which can cure the wind and cold."

I suddenly remembered the red lantern I had seen on the mountainside earlier, and I felt a chill and asked, "Master, when did you come back when you went into the mountain to collect medicine?" ”

"At dusk. It was already dark. ”

"Has the Master ever used a red lantern?"

The old lama smiled and said, "This benefactor is quite wary. The lanterns in the temple are very different from Mawanggou, the lanterns in Mawanggou are all made of human skin, but the lanterns in my temple are made of paper, please see the donor......"

The lama brought me a red paper lantern from behind the stove.

After I took a closer look, I breathed a sigh of relief and apologized: "There is Master Lao, please Haihan if you are disrespectful." ”

I found an old quilt and a few piles of hay and laid out my sleeping bunks. The old lama boiled a jar of medicine, Cheng Yiyun helped Zhuoma to feed her the medicinal soup, and then covered her with a quilt.

When he saw these quilts, the poor monk remembered many years ago...... At that time, there were many monks in the temple, and the incense was also prosperous. ”

"What about the monks?"

"All ...... dead"

"Huh? How did they die? ”

"It's a long story...... The two donors haven't fasted yet, have they? The old lama sighed, walked to the stove, and put three baskets on the side, in which were some wild yams, elm money, wild vegetables, and sweet potatoes.

In a short time, a bland meal was ready. The old lama brought seven chairs and some charcoal to add to the brazier. Zhai rice has no salt and no oil, just a pot of wild vegetables and potatoes boiled in white water.

I was amazed that there were only four of them, and Dolma was unconscious, while the old lama had set up seven sets of dishes and chopsticks and seven chairs.

"You donors, please be seated. Alas, in the cold winter, the grass and trees in the mountains withered, and there was nothing to eat. There are only wild vegetables and fruits left before the winter, and the two donors are not to blame. ”

The master was serious. It's all up to the master to take care of. ”

"Master, what happened to Mawanggou?"

"About three years ago, when the ancient Tibetans came here, the villagers started to become cruel and violent. The woods around Mawanggou are also twisted and weird. They possess a terrible sorcery that originates in ancient Tibet, which can resurrect the dead and make the vibrant woods insolent......"

"Damn!" I raised an eyebrow.

"When the gang arrived, the villagers were enchanted and raped and plundered. One night, when I came back from chopping wood, I saw that the monks in the temple were all dead. The abbot lay dying on the edge of the well, and before he died, the old abbot told me that the well had been poisoned...... That night, the villagers came to the temple with red lanterns and burned the dead monks. And I pretended to be crazy and stupid and escaped death. Later, the villagers became more and more terrifying, and they looted vehicles on the Sichuan-Tibet road...... Wronged ......"

"Master, the miasma under the mountain is very powerful, why can the villagers cross the Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain Gorge without being damaged?"

"Alas...... Over the years, the number of corpses that have died violently in the Golden Wing Mountain Gorge of Dapeng has been increasing, and the resentment is extremely heavy, and the ghosts are still there, and those villagers are fierce and vicious, and even the souls can't hurt them. ”

The old lama's explanation stems from the beliefs of a devout Buddhist, and his knowledge of ancient Tibetan religion may have been explained only by their atrocities, so it does not point to the substance, and thus will be interpreted as a ghost.

"I guess it has something to do with the medicine they take." The horrible faces of the villagers came to my mind.

"This ancient Tibetan religion is indeed vicious enough, after they controlled the minds of the villagers, they immediately set out to eliminate dissidents, which is why they are so poisonous to Buddhist temples."

The desolate cry floated from the distant Dapeng Golden-winged Mountain Gorge, and thousands of ghosts cried around the black forest of the Dapeng Golden-winged Mountain.

"The resentment is very heavy...... the old lama took out the wooden fish from his sleeve and beat it.

At this time, I can finally take a rest, tightly locked frowning, I took out the compass, the Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain Gorge in front of me is back to the sun and the sunshine is not as good as all year round.

"In a ghost place like this, the unjust ghosts gather here and cause resentment to linger, which is really the position of the great murderer!"

"What the donor said is extreme, the unjust soul must not be exalted, the wild ghosts wail every night, the poor monk recites sutras all day long to exceed the undead, and you can't be reincarnated with extreme grievances, good and good......"