"A descendant of Muhuali?" Ia Na's expression changed, she shook her head, looked at the old lama and said with a smile: "The great lama, since he is a descendant of Muhuali, how can he not have a name?"

"Yes, what do you think Muhuali said, he was also the first contributor to the founding of Mongolia?" It's rare for a fat man to side with Ia Na.

Looking at the fat man and Ia Na who asked the question, Zhang Meng, who didn't know much about Muhuali, did not interrupt. Instead, he looked at the old lama, expecting his response.

"Master, are you talking about another descendant of Muhuali?" Laizi thought for a while and said.

"This donor is indeed no ordinary person..." Hearing Laizi's answer, the old lama nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng and others turned their heads and looked at Lai Zi, their eyes full of questions.

"Although Muhuali was born in Temujin's personal guard Qixue Army and became one of the four commanders, he later broke away from the Qoxue Army because of his outstanding military achievements and took control of one side. He himself was also feudalized. But Muhuali has always been

Temujin's most loyal follower, his descendant,

One lineage inherited his Duke Dongping, and the other lineage permanently stayed in Temujin's bodyguard Qixue Army as commander." Laizi said: "If the master is right, this statue of the headless cavalry is very important.

It is possible that they are the descendants of the Qixue army..."

"My dear, he has been granted the title of king, and he can still let his son serve as a soldier. Mu Huali is really loyal." The fat man shook his head after hearing this, a little unbelievable.

"What's the matter with Xue Jun's cowardice?" Zhang Meng asked.

"The Qixue Army is an iron army that Temujin personally formed in his early years. Its soldiers are all elites and trusted people in the army. The treatment of each Qixue Army soldier is similar to that of ordinary generals, and they enjoy many privileges, which are equivalent to those during the Republic of China.

Whampoa Military Academy." Laizi looked at the old lama and asked humbly: "Master, am I right?

"Yes, the four outstanding heroes of Mongolia all came from the Qixue Army." The old lama nodded and said.

The fat man on the side yelled: "Damn it, the ten meritorious achievements of the founding of the Yuan and Meng Dynasties, and the four heroes of the early Yuan Dynasty were all timid Xue Jun, this is really not an ordinary direct-line army."

Zhang Meng ignored the fuss made by the fat man, but noticed that when Lai Zi talked about the role of Qie Xue Jun, he looked at the old lama very meaningfully. The old lama, on the other hand, seemed not to see Lai Zi's profound meaning, and he was still the same.

The solemn appearance of the Dharma.

The people nearby also noticed Zhang Meng's behavior and couldn't help but look at the old lama and Laizi.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Laizi knew that he could no longer hide his words, so he could only say bluntly: "Since the master knows the origin of the headless cavalry, does he also know what happened to these headless corpses?"

"What the donor said is exactly what the poor monk said." The old lama held the rosary in one hand and recited the scriptures quickly before speaking: "The reason why the poor monk said these headless corpses are innocent souls

, there is no other reason.”

"oh?"

As soon as the old lama was about to say the key, everyone held their breath.

"These headless corpses were actually killed by the headless cavalry." At this moment, the old lama's voice became lower and lower.

The surrounding sky suddenly darkened at this time, and the wind suddenly rose on the grassland.

In response to the sudden change in the surrounding environment, the fat man trembled all over and almost fell down. He mumbled and cursed: "Old monk, don't talk nonsense. This stone statue can kill people? Can it be resurrected?"

"

"This fat benefactor thinks the poor monk is lying?" the old lama looked at the fat man and asked.

"I……"

Seeing the fat man, he was about to curse. Zhang Meng quickly blocked the fat man's mouth, turned around and looked at the old lama, and asked in confusion: "The headless horseman killed someone, did the master see it with his own eyes?"

"Of course." The old lama sighed: "Not only the poor monk, but also the tribe where the poor monk stayed has seen it with his own eyes."

"Has anyone else seen it?" Listening to the seriousness of what the old lama said, Zhang Meng turned back and looked at Lai Zi.

Laizi also took the opportunity to ask: "Since this headless stone statue will kill innocent people indiscriminately, wouldn't it mean that the master came here alone to save these corpses..."

"If too many people die in vain, the Yin energy here will inevitably cause greater turmoil. Why not sacrifice a poor monk to bring peace to all living beings?" The old lama clasped his hands together and muttered: "Buddha said, who will go to hell if I don't?

Go to hell, Amitabha.”

"Master is so merciful that I feel ashamed of myself." Laizi nodded quickly.

Zhao San on the side thought for a while and said in confusion: "Since we are sure that the stone statue of the Headless Horseman is causing trouble, just smash it. I see that there are headless corpses all over the mountains and plains here, and they have been there for a while, so why bother?

He continues to harm people."

"This involves tribal customs, and it is inconvenient for outsiders such as poor monks to interfere..."

"This is easy to handle." Seeing that Zhao San had come up with an idea, and now that there were many people, the fat man took courage, picked up the engineer shovel and walked back: "Since you can't interfere, old monk, let's help you destroy it.

Isn’t it done?”

"It can't be destroyed, it can't be destroyed." Seeing that the fat man was about to use violence, the old lama quickly stopped him.

"Why can't it be destroyed?" the fat man asked.

Although everyone did not believe in the headless horseman killing people, everyone agreed with the method proposed by Fatty Zhao San. If the stone statue was smashed, all rumors would naturally disappear. But they did not expect that the old lama with a solemn appearance would be so excited and couldn't help but watch everyone.

To the old lama.

Seeing everyone looking at him, the old lama quickly explained: "Even if the poor monk doesn't stop him, there will be people who will stop the donors."

"Why?"

"Amitabha."

Seeing that the old lama was silent, Laizi seemed to have figured out what was going on, and immediately said: "Master, does this headless stone statue have anything to do with the Mongolian tribe here?"

"Amitabha." The old lama said after a while: "Everyone in the world has greed. Excessive desire will lead to trouble, and no one can avoid it."

"Huh?" Hearing the old lama suddenly say these irrelevant words, everyone looked at each other with confused expressions.

"It seems that the donors don't know the rumors about this grassland. The poor monk doesn't want you to be involved in this matter."

"I'm talking about Master, you've already said half of what you said, what are you talking about..." Before the fat man could finish speaking, Zhang Meng poked him in the elbow.

"I know that several of the donors are members of the country and are not afraid of getting into trouble." After the old lama said this, he looked at everyone again and continued: "The poor monk is just afraid that someone will be greedy and buried here, but he is the poor monk.

Lies hurt people."

"Master, isn't this harmful to others?" Laizi stared at the old lama and said with a half-smile.
Chapter completed!