Cyber Daming

"Tell dad and mom that there is hope in this world."

A low voice sang the same song, resounding in the Yumo area thousands of miles away from Nagqu City.

In the cold wind, the man's muscular upper body was naked, his felt robe fell around his waist, and he held a heavy stone in his scar-covered arms.

"Dunzhu, shut your stinky mouth quickly!"

The old man walking next to him yelled in a low voice, holding the strap on his shoulder tightly with his two thin palms. The backpack full of stones bent his back, so he could only lean forward as much as possible and try his best to move forward.

"The masters have been in a bad mood recently. If you cause trouble again at this time, the entire village will be punished. Do you know?"

During the scolding, the old man suddenly felt the pressure on his back lighten, and turned his head to look in astonishment.

It turned out that the man moved the big stone in his arms to his shoulders, and freed one hand to hold up the backpack on his back.

"Don't be angry, I remember."

The man grinned, revealing his white and clean teeth. He tilted his chin towards a bright yellow canopy in the distance, and said with a smile: "And those masters are far away, so they can't hear it at all."

"You can live long if you are careful, and you can travel far if you keep your head down. Many people have lost their lives just because of a careless word. How come you have learned this truth now?"

The man grinned broadly and said, "Village chief, I just sang a song. It's not that serious, right?"

The old man sighed, glanced warily in the distance, and then whispered: "Dundup, you are a good boy, and you are the most promising person in the village to become a Buddhist, so you must be more careful. What is in your mind Those restless thoughts will not help you practice, they will only bring disaster to you."

"Can a person like me become a Buddha?"

"It certainly can!"

The old man's eyes were firm and his tone was determined: "Although we are just slaves of the Buddha who are burdened with sins, the Buddha is merciful and loves us. Whenever one of us repays some of our sins with actions, the Buddha will show us his grace and guide us. Go to the Buddha’s land. And you are the one with Buddha’s enlightenment!”

"Those words again."

Listening to the old man's endless teachings, Dunzhu felt helpless.

He doesn't care whether he has Buddha or not, he only cares about when this current corvee will end.

If it continues, winter is coming.

In the winter of Yumo, people can eat people.

"Village chief, when can we return to the village?"

Taking advantage of the old man's breather, Dunzup immediately changed the topic.

"The masters have said that the foundation of Ganquan Temple must be laid within this month. As long as we can complete the work on time, the masters will allow us to go home, and will also reward us with a batch of winter supplies to help us Get through the winter.”

At this point, the old man suddenly frowned and cursed fiercely: "It's all the fault of those barbaric Ming people. If they hadn't blasphemed the Buddha and destroyed Ganquan Temple, the masters in the temple would not ask for it at this time. We perform corvées.”

"At this time in previous years, we should have been preparing forage for the cattle and sheep. I don't know if the masters will agree to give us some more forage this time."

The old man talks a lot, and his long and short sighs make people sound uncomfortable.

Dundup remained silent. His burly physique, which was rare among Buddhist slaves, allowed him to look far into the distance without having to exert too much effort. He only had to raise his head.

The people who walked behind each other formed a long and narrow queue, walking in the confusing wind and snow.

Whether they are strong men, old, weak, women or children, everyone in the team is carrying large or small stones on their backs.

They are following the orders of the guru of Ganquan Temple and using the most primitive method to build a grand temple with their bare hands.

Because only in this way can they reflect their sincerity to the Buddha and the redemption of their own sins.

This is the rule of Fandi.

As the team moved forward, some vague black shadows appeared in the wind and snow on both sides of the road.

As he got closer, Dunzhu could see clearly that these black figures were all naked people.

Their hands were tied tightly and hung on the wooden stakes. There were frost condensation on their bodies and dark purple frostbite everywhere. Their chests that did not rise and fall proved that they had all become corpses.

But what shocked Dundup even more was the appearance of these people that was obviously different from ordinary people.

Either the feet are covered with manes like animal feet, or there is a long tail hanging from the back of the butt, or the limbs are covered with blue scales.

There are a lot of these wooden piles, like a bare forest.

Farther away, there were burned houses, the remains of a village.

"They are all from Daba Village. For some unknown reason, the entire village was corrupted overnight and turned into outcasts of the snowfield, man-eating demons. In order to prevent the spread of corruption, the masters of Ganquan Temple sent The whole village was saved.”

The old man explained softly beside Dundup.

He stopped, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the standing wooden piles.

"But now their souls have returned to the embrace of Lord Buddha. This is already a good ending."

The old man who was reciting Buddhist sutras in a low voice did not notice that Dunzhu, who was standing behind him, had an extremely ugly expression.

His physical fitness, which is far beyond that of ordinary people, allows him to see farther in the wind and snow.

In addition to these wooden piles deliberately placed on both sides of the road, there are many people further away who have no obvious beast characteristics at all.

The twisted and painful expressions and the mottled blood stains all over their bodies proved that they were still alive when they were nailed to the stakes, but they were later frozen to death.

These people were obviously not corrupted, so why were they killed anyway?

Just as Dunzhu was puzzled, a riotous exclamation and a woman's frightened scream suddenly came from the front of the team!

Dunzhu suddenly turned his head to look, only to find that there was only an overturned backpack at his feet, and the old man had already rushed towards it.

Snapped!

A whip shadow was thrown, knocking the running old man to the ground.

He didn't care about the wounds on his face and the blood flowing across his face, and he knelt on the ground humbly with his head buried.

Behind him was a thin young man who fainted from excessive fatigue.

The boy's mother was standing nearby, but she didn't dare to reach out to pick up her child. She could only open her eyes full of tears and helplessly hold the stone in her arms.

It is an unforgivable sin to lay down the stones for temple construction without the permission of the guru.

"Master, calm down. He just fainted temporarily and will wake up soon."

There was another crisp snap, interrupting the old man's plea.

"So what if he wakes up. The sacred stone he carried has fallen to the ground and is contaminated with the world. This is a blasphemy against Ganquan Temple!"

The whip tore another bloody wound on the old man's face, and the monk who oversaw the work stepped on the old man's palm with his foot.

"Also, old man, where is your sacred stone? Did it also fall to the ground?"

The grinding soles of the shoes made the palms of the palms bruised and bloody. The severe pain caused the old man's body to twitch continuously, but there was no expression of resentment on the face covered with blood.

"Master, you have forgotten that I am the leader of the Buddhist slaves in the village. King Ganquan has specially allowed me not to carry the sacred stones. I only need to manage these humble slaves for Ganquan Temple."

The old man endured the pain and lay on the ground, looking up and laughing.

But suddenly, as if he remembered something, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, shouting: "Dunzhu, stop! Don't forget what I told you!"

The burly man who was running towards him was startled by the ferocity in the old man's eyes, and he stopped helplessly.

"Is he the Foze of your Jinzhu Village?"

The monk looked at Dundup's figure up and down. After clearly sensing the boiling Buddhist thoughts in the other person's body, a trace of jealousy and resentment flashed in his eyes.

A lowly Buddha slave who is not qualified to practice Buddhism is actually born with such a strong root of wisdom. He is really favored by the Buddha.

"Old Jianjiu, your life is really good."

The monk moved away the foot that was pressing on his palm, and the old man hurriedly turned over and knelt down.

The old man said respectfully: "It's the Master's mercy that's why he sent down Buddha's blessings for the golden beads."

"This guru is not talking about him."

The monk looked down at the old man: "There are so many villages under the jurisdiction of Ganquan Temple. Do you know why the Dharma King singled out your Jinzhu Village to build Ganquan Temple?"

"Because the villagers of Jinzhu Village are the most devout believers of Ganquan Temple."

"Wrong, because there is also chaos in your village."

The monk looked arrogant: "That's why you are specially recruited to carry the sacred stone. This is the opportunity given to you by the Dharma King to atone for your sins. Do you understand?"

Hearing these words, Lao Jianjiu felt as if he had been struck by lightning and froze in place.

The surrounding Buddhist slaves showed extremely frightened expressions, like cattle and sheep under attack, gathering and shrinking towards the center.

"No, it's impossible."

Lao Jianjiu forgot the pain all over his body at this moment and murmured to himself.

"Don't believe it? The master will let you see clearly."

The monk wrapped in red robes was very satisfied with the reaction of these Buddha slaves and tapped them with both palms.

"Bring people here."

Wow wow wow

A sound of metal rubbing against each other came from under the canopy.

Four adult Buddhist slaves dragged the iron chains as thick as their wrists and pulled something like an iron cage covered with black cloth over.

"Old Jianjiu, keep your eyes open and watch."

The monk squatted next to the old man, stretched out his hand and pulled his gray hair, and pulled his lowered gaze upwards little by little.

The black cloth was lifted, revealing a 'beast' imprisoned in a cage.

It was said to be a 'beast', but it had no resemblance to the tigers, leopards, and wolves that the Buddhist slaves had seen before.

It has a slender body, thick fur on its back, white bone spurs on the inside of its limbs, and a heart-stopping sharp hook at the tip of its long tail, but its whole body exudes a strange sense of beauty.

What frightened them even more was that the face of this beast turned out to be that of a girl.

And they know this face

"Azhuo."

Lao Jianjiu fell to his knees weakly, his eyes unfocused on the girl's face, with a miserable and helpless expression.

The girl's eyes had no pupils and were filled with turbid dark yellow. She roared lowly at the surrounding Buddha slaves. Only when she looked at the monk, her roar suddenly turned into a fearful groan.

"A few days ago, Lao Jianjiu, you reported to Ganquan Temple that your granddaughter was missing, right? Now Master Ben has helped you find her. It's just a pity that she has degenerated into a cannibal. demon."

The monk let go of the old man's hair, stood up and walked to the cage.

The demon with a human face and an animal body was restless, its sharp claws kept beating the iron cage, its tail with a sharp hook was raised high like a scorpion's tail, and hissing sounds came from its mouth.

The monk clasped his hands together and shook his head slightly. There was no pity on his face facing away from everyone, only a cold look of disgust.

"Azhuo!"

As he shouted loudly, the girl suddenly covered her ears with a pair of front paws, and the sharp claws immediately cut bloody wounds on her face. Her body kept rolling in the iron cage, and her sharp tail whipped the iron cage to make a splash. spark.

As the monks continued to chant, the girl in the cage gradually stopped struggling and fell to the ground weakly. Her dark yellow pupils gradually turned from yellow to black.

The beast-like roar faded, replaced by the sound of the girl sobbing.

"Wake up."

The monk called out again.

The girl's body twitched continuously, and she slowly took a strange posture while struggling.

Her two ferocious claws were stretched straight, her palms covered with scales were facing up, her body knelt on the ground, her forehead and chest were tightly pressed against her face, and she was actually bowing to the monk.

The red-robed monk was like the Buddha descended to the world, and the sound of the Buddha subdued the evil demons.

In the eyes of the Buddhist slaves of Jinzhu Village, this scene was like the divine deeds recorded in the scriptures, which shocked their hearts and minds. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting the name of Ganquan Dharma King, with pious and fanatical expressions on their faces.

"Sinful slave Azhuo, pay homage to the master."

Amidst the noisy shouts, the girl finally spoke, but her voice was full of tears and unspeakable fear.

Azhuo felt as if she had fallen into a nightmare from which she could not wake up.

In her dream, she saw her village engulfed in a raging fire.

The familiar companions of the past killed each other like crazy in the firelight, tearing each other's skin with their teeth, revealing the beast-like mane and scales.

Azhuo was very scared, but she still mustered up the courage to rush out of the house.

She was going to find her grandfather, who needed her.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and there were more and more demons fighting around.

The scorching heat burned her skin, and the melted snow made the ground like a muddy swamp, with rotten flesh and limbs mixed in the mud.

Azhuo ran woodenly, calling her grandfather's name, but until she was hoarse, she still couldn't get any response, but attracted the attention of the group of demons.

Finally, she was locked in an iron cage, surrounded by countless demons of all sizes.

They twisted their bodies excitedly, and knelt on the ground like humans, with their ferocious heads swinging up and down in jubilation, as if they regarded themselves as food for feeding, or a toy for teasing.

Just when despair was about to completely devour Azhuo, she suddenly saw a holy red dress blocking her way.

It was the master.

The master stood in front of her and called her name softly.

Azhuo, crying with joy, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, chanting the name of the Buddha on the lotus seat, hoping to be saved by the master.

"Azhuo."

She heard the master's warm call, and when she raised her head, she saw a cunning and insidious old demon suddenly pounced on her.

The master was caught off guard and fell to the side of the cage. During the fight, the demon accidentally knocked open the bolt of the iron cage.

"Run!"

A wailing cry broke out amid the horrifying sounds of biting and swallowing.

Azhuo couldn't tell whether it was the master's voice or her own illusion.

She rushed out of the cage door with her hands and feet, and in an instant, the demons around her let out a roar like a tsunami.

At this moment, she felt extremely real, the snow on her head was cold, the tears on her lips were salty, the muddy water had a fishy smell, and the demons exuded a foul odor.

All this was not a dream at all.

Run!

Run!

She took a step with all her strength, but she was already exhausted. Several stones that rolled out of the backpack easily tripped her to the ground.

There was a roar approaching behind her head.

The girl, who was no longer able to struggle, could only look back in despair and watch a huge demon rushing towards her.

The demons that were unable to bear it in the distance swung their bodies and roared excitedly, as if they were looking forward to seeing her being eaten alive.

The girl opened her mouth, and at this moment she subconsciously wanted to beg for the Buddha's blessing and give herself hope to live.

But the words of prayer came out as a harsh and sharp scream.

Azhuo widened his eyes, unable to believe that it was his own voice.

At this moment, the demon had caught up and bit her fiercely.

Bang!

"Let her go."

Dunzhu glared at the strange man in front of him, and his strong arms tightly hugged the unconscious girl.

Li Jun pinched Dunzhu's head with one hand, lifted him up with one arm, looked down at the monster in his arms, and then looked up at the red-robed monk in the distance who was furious and trampling on the old man's body.

Without thinking too much, Li Jun instantly understood what happened here.

"This fucking place really opened my eyes!"

A suffocating and terrifying pressure swept over, and the noisy prayers instantly became dead silence.

The Buddhist slave, lying on the ground unable to move, looked at the strangers who suddenly appeared and the stones that fell beside him in horror.

The stones fell to the ground, and the heads fell to the ground.

In an instant, desperate cries broke the silence and rang out.