Chapter 477

More than ten Tibetan people came over, clearly intending to rob them. It was normal for these university students to be afraid and nervous, so Su Bai didn't think much of it. Only, when one of the Tibetan people threw down a rag and covered Ji Xiang who was sitting on the car hood looking at the sky burial terrace, Su Bai was immediately stunned.

This...

Su Bai carefully reached out his hand, wanting to wipe the rag off Ji Xiang's body. However, right at this moment, Ji Xiang suddenly let out a very low meow.

"Meow!"

The meow was very low, carrying a bit of hoarseness, but it didn't have much of a smokey aura. However, it made everyone here shiver from the bottom of their hearts, including Su Bai.

Everyone seemed to be in a daze for a moment, but quickly recovered their clarity, not knowing what had happened.

Those Tibetan people were also stunned for a moment, then immediately began pointing at Li Yu and Su Bai, asking for labor fees. After all, they helped you clean the car, they wanted wages.

Actually, this kind of thing happened all over the country in the past, just that in recent years, the country's development had become better, transportation had also become more and more developed, some ordinary cities also had surveillance cameras everywhere. Under the enormous surveillance system and extremely efficient administrative strikes, this kind of low level robbery method of blocking the road and shouting 'this road is mine, this tree was planted by me' was already very rare.

However, this was after all an extremely remote area, not to mention that there were very few people, there was only one proper road. In addition, these Tibetan people also knew how to cover up a bit, they weren't here to rob, but to ask for wages for cleaning the car. With this layer of skin to cover up, in addition, their ethnic identity was a bit special, some of the local government departments also chose to close one eye, after all, these current policies were very sensitive.

The rag was taken away by Su Bai, Ji Xiang still maintained its original posture looking at the distant sky burial terrace. However, Su Bai was sure that when he lifted the rag, he saw a trace of red light flash past Ji Xiang's eyes. When Su Bai first met Ji Xiang, he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in Ji Xiang's eyes. Moreover, Ji Xiang was able to follow Lychee and become Lychee's pet, how could it be a good character?

Su Bai still remembered the previous feeling, it almost stimulated his bloodline to erupt. He had to forcefully suppress it, otherwise, Su Bai would have revealed his vampire or zombie form in front of everyone. Li Yu took out his wallet and took out three hundred dollar bills.

Li Yu took out his wallet, took out three hundred yuan notes and handed them over. His expression was very calm. Spending money to avert disaster was really nothing to him. Moreover, it was not a shameful thing to admit defeat to these Tibetan people at this time and under this situation. This place was more or less called the "wilderness". There were not many vehicles passing by, naturally there were not many pedestrians. Even if there were pedestrians, most of them were local Tibetan people. To put it bluntly, this was a good place to commit murder and arson. When a modern person left the city and left the surveillance camera area and suddenly came to a place where there were no people, the sense of insecurity would be exceptionally strong.

Fortunately, these Tibetan people did not really commit murder and arson. They were easy to talk to after receiving money, and they would not make things difficult for others. After all, they still planned to do this for a long time to earn extra money. If they really made a big deal out of it and forced the higher-ups to punish them, they would not have a good ending.

When one of them walked in front of Su Bai to ask for money, Su Bai opened his wallet and did not give him three hundred, but five hundred.

That person was also stunned for a moment. When doing this kind of thing, they had encountered people bargaining, and they did not mind deducting five hundred. After all, it was a business with no capital, and no matter how much money they made, it was not a profit. However, this was the first time they saw someone take the initiative to increase the money.

On the other side, Li Yu and the others also saw this scene, and they all revealed puzzled and disdainful looks. Obviously, they thought that Su Bai was scared out of his wits.

In fact, only Su Bai knew what he was doing. Giving a few hundred more was nothing to Su Bai, and it was not enough for them to go to Sky Burial.

After receiving the money and greeting them, the dozen or so Tibetan people also left very obediently, and did not make too much trouble.

Li Yu and the others were not in the mood to continue taking photos, and they were also worried that after this group of people left, they would inform other people to come and rob them.

Su Bai also returned to the car, and Ji Xiang was also carried in by Su Bai and placed on his lap.

After Su Nuan sat in the car, she rolled her eyes at Su Bai and said, "Su Bai, actually, we don't have to be so timid, and Li Yu has already given you three hundred. If you don't give this car to them, they won't say anything."

Su Bai also smiled, and he was too lazy to explain.

The BMW in front started to move, and Su Bai also started the car and followed.

There was still some distance to travel, and the sooner they arrived at Jiuzhai, the sooner they could stay in the hotel and rest. After driving for so long, Su Bai was indeed a little tired.

…

At the sky burial platform, a van was parked. It had to be said that it was a very strange thing for this kind of car with a mainland license plate to drive here. In 2005, the Tibetan Autonomous Region People's Government issued a notice on the "Interim Regulations on the Administration of Sky Burials". The area where sky burials were held was prohibited from being set as a scenic area, and activities such as photography and photography were also prohibited. Therefore, even though many tourists who went to Tibet were very curious about this, it was very difficult for them to find out the truth.

An obviously aged Lama and a man in a black monk's robe were sitting on the ground, and in front of them were two cups of butter tea. It was very obvious that the black-robed monk was not very interested in butter tea, but the old Lama was drinking it by himself very contentedly.

"Qilü, you still don't like butter tea," the old Lama said with a smile, appearing very kind.

"Since the first time I came here and saw how to cook butter tea, I don't like it anymore. When I drink it, I always feel that it tastes like cow dung," Qilü Monk said very straightforwardly.

"Hehe, that's because you still have a secular heart. Otherwise, there's actually nothing you can't get over," the old Lama said.

"To get over it for the sake of getting over it, and to go against one's own heart for the sake of getting over it. If you don't like it, you actually don't like it. If you insist on doing it on purpose, you'll end up in the wrong," Qilü replied.

"Alright, I can't beat you in an argument. Alright, it's not easy for you to come here. Let me take a look at what you've brought."

The old Lama stood up, and a young Lama beside him brought a golden drum. The old Lama smiled and waved his hand. "There's no need to bring these things. Since Junior Qilü could bring that thing here, it's obvious that you've taken the necessary precautions."

At the old Lama's signal, a young and strong Lama went to open the van's door, and then retreated very respectfully without looking inside.

At that moment, the corpses of the family of three were sitting in the van in a very strange sitting position.

The old Lama reached out and touched the man's body. He frowned, and then touched the boy's body. He took a look at the wound on the back of the boy's head and sighed.

"Junior, it's been hard on you. You've even killed people."

"The parents have already entered the Ghost Path, and the child has also been infected. I could only kill them. There's no saving them anymore. It's better to take precautions so that they don't harm more people. Buddha is wise and won't blame me."

The old Lama nodded and looked at the three bodies. Then he turned around and looked at the Sky Burial Terrace behind him. Above it, more than ten eagles were circling, clearly waiting for the arrival of a big meal.

The eagles near the Sky Burial Terrace often ate human flesh, and had developed a kind of ferocity. They would even attack living people in the nearby area.

The old Lama said rather awkwardly, "Junior Qilü, it's not that I don't want to help you, but these three bodies are too evil. My Sky Burial Terrace can't digest them at all, and I don't dare to either. You can try if you don't believe me. I can guarantee that even if I place the bodies of this family of three on the Sky Burial Terrace and perform all the rituals, those divine eagles won't dare to come down and take a bite."

"However, Senior, this family of three returned from a trip to Tibet and was infected with Ghost Qi. They've already entered the Ghost Path. This smell, this technique, it's obvious that it was created by the Tantric Sect. You've planted the seeds here, so naturally, you'll have to personally end its effects."

"There are as many Tantric Sect sects as there are hairs on a cow. It doesn't necessarily require me to do it …"

As he spoke, the old Lama's expression suddenly changed. He immediately frowned and shouted angrily, "How dare you!

"How audacious! Where did this evil demon come from? How dare he kill people in my execution grounds!"

Qilü turned around and headed north. There, a thick smell of blood rose into the air.

The group quickly left the Sky Burial Terrace and headed straight for the place where the smell of blood permeated. Soon, the dozens of Lama arrived at a col. The col was not very steep, and it was only two kilometers away from the road. However, there were more than ten Tibetan corpses lying on the ground. Their deaths were extremely tragic. Their bodies looked like they had been scratched countless times by sharp claws. Their flesh was lacerated, and their flesh was a bloody mess.

The old Lama clenched his fist tightly and slammed his magic staff on the ground. He uttered a secret incantation in a low voice. After the incantation was recited, a distorted and terrified soul appeared in front of the old Lama.

Qilü put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. He knew that a soul that was forcibly captured in this way would never be able to reincarnate and enter the cycle of reincarnation.

"Tell me, who harmed you?" the old Lama asked.

However, this soul was in a daze. Clearly, he didn't know why he had suddenly died.

"You good-for-nothing. You don't even know how you died!" The old Lama was clearly enraged. He extended his palm and placed it on the soul's head. Soon after, the scene that had just happened appeared in the old Lama's mind.

"There's a master among that group of mainland tourists!

What a vicious heart. Even if they were in the wrong, they didn't deserve to die!

Since they're people of the mysterious path, why should they stoop to the level of ordinary people? "

At that moment, an image appeared in the old Lama's eyes. In the image was Su Bai's expression when he handed over the 500 yuan. There was no fear or panic on his face. Instead, there was a hint of pity.

The old Lama roared angrily, "It's him. It must be him. It must be him!"