Grave Robbery starts with the three-legged Golden Crow bloodline

After getting acquainted with each other, a group of people took the supplies that had been prepared for many days and boarded the train to the western border.

As for why not take a helicopter?
Isn't this Luo Chen who needs to hide his identity? How can he play with a military helicopter when he comes up?
Because Luo Chen played the role of a silent little brother this time, no one disturbed him along the way, it was very quiet.

But along the way, Luo Chen's mind was always thinking about Kunlun, about the Demon Kingdom, and about the Guge Dynasty.

Although there are no records of these things in history, there are no absolutes in the world, and there has never been an impenetrable wall in the world.

There are still such a limited number of people in the Western Xinjiang region who know something about the Demon Kingdom, and those people are all known as the God-given people in the local area.

And this heaven-given man is also the bard of the frontier,

The poets are very respected in the local area, and they are familiar with the ancient culture, ancient deeds and even some unknown ancient countries in the western border region.

And it is said that everything they know is not like in Middle-earth, father to son, teacher to apprentice, but what these locals, after a sudden serious illness, appeared out of thin air in their minds.

Some even were illiterate and couldn't even write their own names completely before they got sick, but they became respected singers after they got seriously ill.

It's amazing, so amazing that no science can explain it.

Some people said it was a gift from God, others said it was the awakening of past life memories, and some even said that their bodies were taken away by souls from ancient times.

In short, there is everything to say, but no one will know what is going on.

And this time when everyone entered the land of Western Xinjiang, they wanted to find a singer with magical attributes first.

Fortunately, when Xiao Hu served in the Kunlun Glacier, he met a Tibetan lama friend on the shore of Ramla Co Lake.

And Xiao Hu, a lama friend named Ake, is a famous local poet.

So the first thing Luo Chen and his party did after getting off the car this time was to go to the lakeside of Ramla Co to find this lama friend.

The road to the lake is far away and there is no road, but fortunately, you can still hire horses from local nomads for some money.

Led by the local herdsmen, all the people headed south and soon came to the place where the Bocang Zangbo diverts. "Zangbu" means river in the language of the local people.

And except for Xiao Hu who came here once when he was in the army, it was the first time for everyone to come back to the hinterland of the Great American West.

The sky is cloudless, just like the sea, endless dark blue, as if it has been painted with blue paint, and the sun star on the plateau seems to be closer to people.

After leading the crowd here, the herdsman pointed to two jasper-colored mirror-like lakes not far away and said:

"The smaller one on the right is the Ramla Wrong Lake you are going to. In the words of our locals, it is the Fairy Lake hanging above the sky."

This point has been mentioned before, and Ramla's mistranslation into Chinese means the lake of the soul of the goddess, and it is also regarded as a holy lake by the locals.

According to the rumors, the water in the holy lake is made from the tears of the Nine-Heaven Fairy, which can eliminate the mundane lesions of the world, purify the soul, and make people's hearts pure.

Hearing the miraculous effects of this holy lake, some unscrupulous author Wang Qiqi who lives outside the sky wants to throw those trolls and keyboard warriors into this lake for a dip, so as to let their hearts Be purer.

But on second thought, forget it, what if these things defile the holy lake.

After arriving at the Ramla Lake, it seems that there is some kind of magic here, which makes people calm down involuntarily.

And just when everyone walked halfway around the lake, a thin and hunched figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The rickety figure was doing some strange movements facing the holy lake, as if performing some mysterious and ancient ritual.

But judging from the black dharma guard iron stick on his back and Xiao Hu's somewhat agitated expression, this person is the lama friend that Xiao Hu mentioned.

That is, the heaven-sent singer that everyone is looking for this time!

From a distance, the actions of the lama friend are very strange, not only like the actions of some witchcraft, but also a bit like some sorceresses who are dancing gods are exorcising evil spirits.

Xiao Hu couldn't hold back the excitement of the reunion of old friends in his heart, and rushed forward with a stride. At this time, the lama friend who had finished the ceremony obviously noticed Xiao Hu and others.

Although the two hadn't seen each other for nearly ten years, the lama friend recognized Xiao Hu at a glance. After the two hugged each other vigorously, they were full of sighs and emotions.

And according to the lama friend, since the separation, he has been guarding the lakeside of Ramla Co, and has never been far away.

It can be regarded as a kind of hard practice, and from time to time, it will help some people with special diseases to accumulate merit.

The weird action just now is that this lama friend is asking the Medicine King Bodhisattva for divination!

"Ask Medicine King Bodhisattva for divination? Has something happened?"

Xue Li poked her head out from behind Xiao Hu, and asked with a curious light in her eyes.

"Oh, that's right, there are two poachers from other places, hunting in the nearby area."

"But because they are two novices, they don't know anything. They squatted for five days without hitting anything. Now it is said that they shot and killed a small animal that they have never seen before. If they are hungry, they take advantage of the fresh skin and cook it." I ate it."

"After eating, these two people foamed at the mouth and fell unconscious. They didn't notify me until they were discovered!"

"Although I hate these poachers, I am a monk. I am merciful to the Buddha, and God also has the virtue of good life, but I can't just ignore death!"

Luo Chen couldn't help laughing at the change of expression on the lama friend's face, good guy, do Buddhist disciples still learn to change faces?

One second when he talked about the poachers, he looked like a King Kong with angry eyes, and the next second it directly became this kind of pitiful expression.

During the conversation, several men dressed in Xijiang hurried over carrying two humanoid objects.

Facing the lake and turning his back to the crowd, Luo Chen quietly sensed that one of the two poachers who had been carried over had lost his soul and was unable to return to heaven;
But the other reason might be the lack of food, and now there is still a breath of life hanging there, but it is still as if he is going to die soon.

Sure enough, just as Luo Chen thought, the lama just glanced at the state of the two of them, and then quickly said a few words to those Xijiang people:

"This person is dying, but there is another one who can be saved. Hurry up and find some rotten fish scales by the lake!"

As he said that, he was about to feed the elixir into the mouth of the poacher who was still alive. . .