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Therefore, every day, he would keep chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha to use this to suppress their dead and make them feel more at ease.

"That ancient battlefield have you been to?"

"Yes, it's so miserable. Tens of thousands of Qing soldiers are dead! Sin! Amitabha!"

"Does the Living Buddha know that there is a black-faced general among the dead Qing army?" Wushuang asked him.

"No matter who it is, they are heroes who died in battle to protect the territory of the country."

Wushuang was a little bit overwhelmed. The group of Qing soldiers had been dead for a hundred years. The old lama had not been born at that time. How could he know how to go?

"I just regret that the little monks cannot obtain Mahayana Buddhism and cannot save them, so that they have been wandering on this prairie for more than a year. Alas! I am ashamed!" Zhugu Living Buddha was very humble and annoyed.

"I also want to ask about something from the Living Buddha. Since the Living Buddha has been a monk in this Huang Temple for decades, he should know that there is a sand city in the desert in the north? I want to know what era was the sand city left behind?"

When Zhugu Living Buddha heard Wushuang mention the mysterious sand city in the Desert, he immediately frowned and turned around.

"Sir, are you here for the Sand City?"

"I dare not hide it, indeed!"

"The little monk advised Mr. Don't go into the Death Desert. There are too many secrets hidden in the desert. It was the birthplace of ancient Rouran civilization and the location of the Khan Court in the ancient Rouran capital. Originally, there was no desert on the Mongolian grassland. Later, the Khan Court disappeared from the grassland overnight. All the Rouran people were cursed by demons. Their royal court turned into a yellow sand land, which has been swallowing the peaceful grassland for thousands of years. Over the years, I don't know how many bones of the undead have been buried. The sand city is the entrance to hell! No one can come back alive!"

He said that every spring, sandstorms will shave on the grassland, which is like the entrance to hell is opening. After each sandstorm, the sand city in the desert will reappear on earth.

"Roran people? Why did they disappear overnight?"

"It was the curse of the demon. The last generation of Rouran Khan was named Anluochen. According to legend, he was good at killing, drinking and sweet. Perhaps this Khan did something that God could not tolerate, so the Rouran people were cursed. The gentleman seemed to be very interested in the Rouran civilization? When the Japanese invaded Mongolia, there was a very important reason. They didn't know why they got the news, saying that the Rouran Khanate had left a treasure and buried it under the ruins of the sand city in the Dead Desert. Later, several corps went deep into the desert to find the ruins, but in the end, only a few Japanese soldiers came back by chance, but they did not find the sand city."

Wushuang didn't know how credible the old lama said. Since he was a Buddhist believer and practiced in this Huang Temple all year round, where did he hear these stories? If what he said was true, then the skull he found from the North Manchuria Fortress was probably retrieved by the little Japanese in the Desert of Death.

In the evening, after vegetarian meals, Wushuang and his brothers went down the mountain to alert, and then he took Ma Ya around Saiyin Mountain, with beautiful scenery in the mountains. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that this was arriving in Jiangnan.

There are wild fruits on the trees, birds and beasts in the grass, swimming fish in the water, and stars in the sky...

"Brother, this Saiyin Mountain is really beautiful!" Ma Ya said with his arm.

"Is it beautiful? I tell you that behind beautiful things, there may be ugly evil! This Saiyin Mountain is not as simple as we imagined. You'd better be careful of the old bald donkey."

"You mean Zhugu Living Buddha? Why do you always have prejudice against others? Others are good. If he has bad intentions towards us, wouldn't it be better to poison the vegetarian meal?"

Wushuang grinned, and he didn't know why he felt this. In short, he had no good impression of Saiyin Mountain, Huangmiao and the old lama. Unlike before, he felt particularly comfortable every time he came to the pleasant wilderness, but this time he felt an indescribable sense of depression.

"Have you left a secret code for Bartel on the way?"

"Don't worry, Professor Bayala will definitely find us when she arrives." Ma Ya replied.

As night fell, the whole mountain seemed to fall asleep, and even the birds and insects fell asleep, without a trace of sound in the mountains.

Wushuang walked to the foot of the mountain and saw several subordinates patrolling several commanding heights in the mountain pass with hunting rifles. The brothers were all very responsible.

"How is it? Are there any special circumstances?" Wushuang asked them.

"Don't worry, I can't even put a fly in! You can rest tonight with peace of mind!"

Wushuang turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly he heard a brother shouting behind him. Everyone rushed to check it out, but the brother said that just now, he saw a black shadow flying in from outside the mountain.

"Did you see clearly? Is it a human or an animal?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm dazzled, how could it be a human? It's too fast!" he replied.

"You guys must not separate from vigil today. If there are any special circumstances, just shoot. We will come down to support us immediately!" Wushuang instructed.

"yes!"

After Wushuang returned, he lay in the meditation room but couldn't sleep anymore. Logically, he hadn't closed his eyes for nearly a day and a night. He just lie down and asked Duke Zhou directly, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he was covered in bloody dead bodies.

The brothers were not able to disturb the young master and had been sleeping for a day. The other brothers who were not patrolling all set up camp tents in the Huang Temple, leaving the Zen room with great insight and insight to Wushuang and Ma Ya.

"Go to bed quickly, you, don't make trouble! Don't worry, brothers are waiting outside tonight, so there must be no accident!" Ma Ya comforted him and said.

"I don't know what's wrong, I'm so nervous! Where is that old bald donkey?"

"Brother, how can you not swear an old bald donkey? What if someone hears it? It would be fine if we live in other people's food, but we don't pay for it. You are still so disrespectful, isn't it?"

"Okay, okay, have you seen him?" Ma Ya's kindness is her biggest advantage and biggest disadvantage.

"I just saw him heading to the back hall."

Wushuang left Ma Ya and ran to the back hall. The back hall was empty, with only a stream of gloomy wind coming in from the open roof. The moonlight hit the stone monkey's face with a creeping cold light, making people dare not look at it directly. Zhugu Living Buddha is not here.

Where has he gone? This little temple is as big as a palm. If he leaves, he will definitely not be able to escape from Wushuang's Dharma Eye. Why will it disappear in the blink of an eye?

"Come here!" Wushuang shouted.

Agudamu immediately ran in with his two brothers.

"What are your instructions?"

"Let me search for this Huang Temple immediately! No place is allowed to be left behind by me." Wushuang ordered.
Chapter completed!