Rujing

"Young man is awake?" Seeing Jiang Rujing waking up, the old man showed a friendly smile and probed a bit, "The young man is so lucky that he survived the tornado! It's not easy! "

Jiang Rujing glanced over and saw that there were eight people on the other side. Except for the young man covered in Buddha's light beside him and the middle-aged man who was talking to him, there was also an old man about 70 years old and three men and two women.The old man wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and held a book in his hand. He had a refined demeanor with a bit of aloofness. He looked like a scholar. Jiang Rujing never liked to deal with scholars.

There are also two young women, both in their 25s, one with short hair and fair skin, and the other with dark skin, thin body, cold temperament, long brown hair tied into braids, dressed like two of the three men The muscular men were similar, with their backs straight, and they seemed to be soldiers or guards.

The last man had the same dress and demeanor as the old man, but his demeanor was flirtatious. His eyes couldn't stop looking at Jiang Rujing to greet him, and the intimidating gaze kept flashing in his long and narrow eyes.

Jiang Rujing raised her eyes to stare at the man, her eyes were dark, and she ignored the old-fashioned words.

Lao Tu followed Jiang Rujing's gaze and frowned.

The frivolous man's name was Fu Yantao, he was Fu Lao's nephew and also a student under Fu Lao's supervision.This Fu Yantao is more knowledgeable and talented than his junior sister Lu Qingxue, but the old man always feels that his mind is not right and his eyes are not clean.

And this person in front of him... dared to walk alone in the desert of two rivers, and survived the tornado.

Immediately, she got up and walked in front of Jiang Rujing, blocked Fu Yantao's gaze, took out the water bottle and handed it over, saying: "Young man's lips are so dry that they are cracked and bleeding, come, drink some water, uncle will not harm you."

Jiang Rujing looked up at him, but neither took the kettle nor spoke.

Seeing that his uncle was embarrassed, Achamoluo also pursed his lips and did not speak. He only looked at Jiang Rujing with cold eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

The old man was silently rejected, but he also noticed the young man's defensive eyes and tense body, and he was not angry. He smiled, raised his head and took a sip of water, and then stuffed the water bottle into Jiang Rujing's hand without refusing, saying : "Drink, drink!"

Jiang Rujing's mouth trembled, her hands couldn't help tightening, and she squeezed the kettle that was still warm.

Lu Qingxue couldn't help but said: "Uncle Tu kindly gave you water, just drink it!"

Jiang Rujing looked at these people, and found that all of them were either staring directly at him or looking at him indistinctly, and they didn't want to touch the water.

He didn't doubt that there was something wrong with the water. If there was a problem, then this young man covered in Buddha's light would not have taken the risk to save him from the tornado before.But he just didn't want to accept the kindness of these people.

Where there is something good to show, there must be a picture.

So he frowned and handed the kettle to the young man next to him who was illuminated by Buddha's light, and then continued to hang his head and sit motionless.

Seeing this, Laotu sighed, sat down in front of Jiang Rujing, pointed to himself, and said, "My name is Laotu, I was born and bred here, and I have been a guide for decades. This is my nephew Achamo Luo." He pointed to the silent young man beside him holding a kettle.

Knowing the young man's name, Jiang Rujing couldn't help raising her eyes.

Achamoro...?

The old man pointed to the members of the scientific expedition team over there, thought for a while, and only introduced the names of those people, without mentioning their identities. Seeing him like this, Old Fu nodded secretly.

Then the old man asked: "Young man, what's your name?"

Jiang Rujing only followed his introduction for a while, then lowered her head and ignored him again, like an autistic child.

Lu Qingxue couldn't help but said: "Someone is asking you something! How rude!"

But the old man shook his head and said: "It's okay, I think it may be inconvenient for the young man, so forget it." He looked at his watch and said: "It's almost eleven o'clock, everyone, let's rest, today because of the tornado It has been delayed for a long time, and I will get up at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning to hurry. It is still the old rule, An Ting and Deng Qing are in the first group, Acha Moluo and I are in the second group, Kuno and Fu Yantao are in the third group, and the vigil will be changed every two hours. "Anting, Deng Qing and Kuno are the three soldiers who look like people.

Everyone went into their respective tents as he said, preparing to rest.

The old man dragged Jiang Rujing into his and Achamoluo's tent, handed over his sleeping bag, and said, "The conditions in the desert are poor, let's make do for one night."

Jiang Rujing still didn't answer, turned around and was about to walk out of the tent, but she was a little annoyed when she heard the old-fashioned voice, "What's wrong with the young man? You finally came back with your life, so why don't you take it seriously?"

At the same time, Jiang Rujing was grabbed again.

The man's hand was cold and moist, with the power to calm people's hearts, and he held Jiang Rujing.

He turned his head and saw Achamoluo's calm and calm expression, "It's not safe at night in the Two Rivers Desert, uncle is doing it for your own good."

His voice carried strange power, it was gentle and harmless, and a warm sense of comfort flowed into Jiang Rujing's body along with that voice.Jiang Rujing only felt that if he failed the good intentions of this young man and that uncle, he would have committed a serious crime.He turned around and took the sleeping bag, and nodded his thanks to the old man.

Seeing that the stubborn young man was finally willing to accept his kindness, the old man couldn't help but smile in relief, and couldn't help saying: "Let's rest, let's rest, replenish your energy, and we'll talk about everything when we get up tomorrow morning."

Jiang Rujing turned her head to look at Achamoluo, and seeing the approval in this man's eyes, she followed her advice and prepared to go to bed.

Then, he looked at the sleeping bag in his hand and started to be in a daze.

The old man was very careful, seeing him staring at the sleeping bag in a daze, he guessed that the young man had never used a sleeping bag, couldn't help but smiled and reminded him: "Just open it and lie in it, Achamoluo, go and help him!"

Achamoluo turned his head, handed his sleeping bag to the old man, then pulled out a blanket to wrap himself up, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Jiang Rujing naturally did not fall asleep.

He didn't even close his eyes.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his head thrown high, and the headless corpse turned into rotten flower roots and fell to the ground.He couldn't help stretching out his hand to silence his neck, hoping to wipe away the cold touch that was always on his neck when he broke it.

The coolness is the coolness that cannot be warmed when the cold blade breaks through the warm flesh and blood, and it is the coolness that feels life is far away and life is ruined.

He seemed unable to withstand the severe cold of the desert at night, shrinking his body.

He heard a man and a woman from the first group of vigils coming to the tent and calling softly, he heard the old man call Achamoluo and went out to watch the night lightly, and he also heard the cries of evil spirits.

A real evil spirit.

Jiang Rujing stood up and jumped up, just as Achamoluo opened the tent and said, "Hurry up, the desert ghost is here!"

The wind outside was bleak, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, accompanied by the exclamation and screams of the scientific expedition team, but Jiang Rujing took advantage of the dim moonlight to see, clearly seeing the critical juncture, the young man named Achamoluo still had a calm expression, as if he was not in the body. In a dangerous situation, but stand in a Buddhist hall, be worshiped by all people, and breathe compassion.

But now is not the time to think about other things. The chill outside is spreading, sending chills down the spine. Jiang Rujing also knows how bad his current situation is. He just landed in this world in a false body today. He can't even move his spiritual power, which is even worse than that of ordinary people. If he didn't fight hard with these people, he might not be able to get out of this desert in one piece.

A blood red flashed in Jiang Rujing's eyes, and his expression became extremely bloodthirsty for a moment.

Then he resumed his standing still with downcast eyes when Achamoluo looked over.

Just now Achamoluo felt a horrible and hateful aura coming from the person in front of him, his eyes changed slightly, but he didn't say much, but said: "Let's go." Then he turned and put down the curtain.

Jiang Rujing followed out, only to realize that the situation outside was very bad.

The yellow sand was blown up by the strong wind, and hundreds of transparent souls had surrounded their temporary camp, constantly rushing forward to bite and devour the living.An Ting, Deng Qing, Kuno, and Lao Tu surrounded Mr. Fu and protected the three of them, holding a black weapon that Jiang Rujing had never seen before, and rushed towards the wild ghost, shooting silver hidden weapons, accompanied by explosions. Voice.

As soon as Jiang Rujing stepped out of the tent, two wild ghosts rushed up.The costumes of those desolate ghosts are quite different from those of this scientific expedition team. They are all in loose robes, wrapped in garlands, with dots of colorless dots on the center of their brows, and some are wrapped in scarves inlaid with beads and stones. He was a wealthy man during his lifetime.

When Jiang Rujing saw the blue-faced fangs of the desolate ghost rushing towards him, he felt annoyed, and was about to wave his sleeves to blow him up, but suddenly remembered that he had lost all spiritual power at this moment, and he was like a useless person, so he couldn't help being depressed.

"Ding——" a bell rang, and the two desolate ghosts stopped their movements the moment they were about to touch Jiang Rujing, and stood frozen in midair.He turned his head to look, and saw Achamoluo's hair fluttering, holding a lotus handprint on his chest in one hand in the yellow sand all over the sky, and holding a golden pan in the other hand. When he tapped it lightly, the surrounding wind seemed to stop instantly, and the wild ghosts were also in a daze. If settled, the attack is stopped.

"Get in the car, let's go." Achamoluo's voice was as calm as his eyebrows and eyes, and it spread to everyone's ears with a calming breath.

Several members of the scientific expedition team hurriedly carried important items as quickly as possible, got into the modified off-road vehicle, and drove away.

Just after running less than [-] meters, he heard a gust of wind behind him, and the desolate ghost roared and chased after the crowd.The roaring sound was mixed and messy, as if thousands of people were chanting different mantras, which made everyone's heads confused and headaches.

"I said, what the hell is this?!" Lu Qingxue was shocked when she saw this scene of thousands of ghosts crying together for the first time.

The old man glanced at the desolate ghost who was getting closer and closer in the rearview mirror, stepped on the gas pedal desperately, and had no time to pay attention to her.This time it was Fu Lao who made a sound. He looked sideways at the rear, adjusted his glasses, his face was calm, but his tone was a little excited: "Wild ghost! What a wild ghost! There are ancient books that record that master passed away after , the new king and treacherous ministers massacred believers. Nearly 80 believers were martyred and their corpses were exposed in the wilderness. The dead saw the stupa being burned, and their souls were disturbed. They turned into wild ghosts, roaring in the desert between the two rivers every day! He firmly clenched his fists, his eyes were extremely bright in the dark night, "The desolate ghost is real! The legend about the master is also true! The pagoda must be nearby!"

Fu Yantao and Lu Qingxue were also excited for a while, while An Ting and the three frowned, discussing in a low voice whether they need to apply for support from above, the three of them could see clearly, if there was no old-fashioned nephew who has always been quiet, I am afraid they would They all had to be folded here, and the three scholars were obviously overwhelmed by what they heard, saw, and thought, and they didn't even care about their safety.

Achamoluo had already put away his Yinpan, folded his arms and folded his chest in a corner of the carriage, and looked at the wild ghost who kept chasing after him from time to time.

Suddenly, I heard a voice that I had never heard before. The voice was as clear as the sound of swords, and it was like cutting ice and snow.

"what is that?"

Achamoluo looked up and saw that it was the man he rescued from the tornado.

"What do you think?" he replied calmly.

"It looks like a demon but not a demon, and it looks like a ghost but not a ghost. I have never seen such a ghost." The man said.

With calm eyes and a calm expression, he reached into his pocket and gently pinched the contents, saying: "They are not ghosts, but my obsession."