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Chapter 130

"Let's split up and take a look." Black Glasses said, "Little apprentice, you stay here."

From just now, the black glasses began to call Akang the little apprentice, and Akang also acquiesced to this title.

"I'll stay here too." Xiaohua said, "I've never been to this place, and I'm not very familiar with it. If there's anything wrong, I'm afraid I won't notice it. You can take care of it a little bit."

"Okay." The black glasses said.

This Lama Temple stands on the mountain pass. Looking at the snow peaks on both sides, it feels majestic. There are two yards on the left and right of the main hall. Behind the yard is the room where the monks rest and live. Poker-face and I go to the left, and the black glasses and the fat man go to look to the right.

I don’t feel it when there are many people, but when there are only two of us left, the gloomy aura of the Lama Temple is immediately reflected. Although I have long been used to all kinds of strange places, I will definitely not feel scared, but this strangeness is still there immediately. It aroused my vigilance.

"There has been no one in this place for a long time." Poker-Face looked around and said.

"How long?" I asked.

"A few years, or even longer." Poker Fase walked to the closed temple gate. Due to the mountain wind, there was not much dust, but it was still obvious that there were no signs of people living there for many years.

I vaguely remember that when I was in the Lama Temple, Zhang Haixing and the others were here, but that time when I came here, I was attacked by a hexagonal copper bell. That kind of thing would cause damage to the brain, and it also affected my understanding of some details. Memory, so I really can't remember some things in this Lama Temple.

"Is there any danger inside?" Poker Bottle asked me while pushing open the door.

"If nothing major has happened over the years, nothing will happen," I said.

Poker-Face nodded, and after pushing the door open, he flashed to the side. After making sure that there was no strange ambush behind the door, he turned on the flashlight, and I followed behind Poker-Face as usual. the temple.

The place where monks live is very simple, there are some incense, futons, cabinets, daily clothes and other things, all stacked very neatly, and the room is also very tidy, although it is dusty because no one lives there, but it can be seen that, There hadn't been any violent fights in this room before, at least after the fight was over, someone came to deal with the aftermath.

"You said, could it be that we thought too much, and all the lamas moved away simply because this place was too remote or too cold?" I said.

Poker bottle didn't answer me right away, but walked around the house, looked at everything around, and said, "No way."

"Why?" I asked.

"This is not an ordinary lama temple. There is a reason to guard it here." Poker-Face said, "No matter what the reason is, the monks here will never leave without authorization."

When he said this, I thought of Deren Lama, this, or these Deren Lamas have to stay in the Lama Temple every generation, waiting for the oil bottle to come out of the snow-capped mountains, but when I went there, the temple There is no real Lama Deren in the real sense.

"Have you ever thought that that tradition may have been lost?" I said, "When I came here for the last time, the head of this place didn't quite know the real function of this lama temple. Several years have passed, and it is very likely that the new generation of young lamas suddenly felt lonely facing the snow-capped mountains in the cold wind every day, so they discussed together and moved away."

Poker-Face didn't reply, it was obvious that he felt that my idea was hopeless, but he couldn't refute it for a while, so he didn't say anything. I also knew a long time ago that one thing is coming to a definite conclusion Before, arguing with Poker Ping was a very stupid thing, so I gave up trying to persuade him and continued to follow him in the temple.

This is really quite a big Lama Temple. Looking at the room on the left, at least ten people can live in it. If the room on the right is of the same size, there will be more than 20 people. Although it may be possible later This place is already desolate and there are almost no people there, but as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. It must be a bit strange that the whole temple is empty like this.

"Go to the backyard and have a look." Poker-Face said to me, walking towards the backyard while talking.

We went out through the back door of the house and entered the yard. Unexpectedly, Poker-Face stood still there before he walked out the door. I was startled, thinking that he saw something strange, so I looked closely. , but found that the statue was in the yard.

A statue of a weeping oil bottle.

Seeing that statue, my first reaction was to pinch my wrist severely, because the last time I saw it was a hallucination, I am not sure if this statue really exists, if now we are inexplicable If the cause is hallucinated, the situation will become a little dangerous.

"It's true." Poker-Face said as if he had insight into my mental activities, "I won't be affected by hallucinations."

"So, that statue is you?" I asked tentatively.

"It should be." Poker Bottle said.

"And do you know why you're crying?" I asked.

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head.

"I think they all seem to admire you very much. There is a portrait of you in the post office of Medog. Think about it carefully, did you bring a lot of golden balls or something when you came out of the snowy mountains last time, so that they can get rich? That's why they treat you like this." I said.

"Do you think if they want to worship me, they will cast a statue of me crying?" Poker-Face asked rhetorically.

I was speechless for a moment, and Poker Ping walked straight towards the statue. It was obvious that he cared about the statue, but if it were me, there was a statue of me on the ground, and I probably cared more than him.

I also walked forward, the last time I saw this statue was a long time ago, and I didn't really get close to it, but when I got closer, I realized that the face of this statue is actually not that much like a stuffed oil bottle, maybe because The sculptor was not skilled enough, but his demeanor was exactly the same as his.

"If you really can't remember why you're crying, is there something special about the statue itself?" I asked.

Poker-Face shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, and then he knocked on the statue. Although it was a stone statue, there was a muffled sound of "tom-tom" under Poker-Face's iron fingers. Hearing such a voice, I already realized the problem with this statue.

The stone statue turned out to be hollow.