Chapter 9
As we neared the top of the mountain, the Bamu simply roared at us, none of them charging forward. Then we saw one Bamu's back begin to tear apart, and from within emerged a round object resembling a human head, complete with features. The remaining Bamu roared in fear at the head and retreated.
At this time, Lao Chen said, this is a meat Buddha, this is a meat Buddha.
Rat opened fire with his machine gun. The fleshy Buddha wasn't as tough as Bam's fur, and the bullets streaked it with blood. However, its healing ability was incredible, and it healed in the blink of an eye. It leaped onto Rat's head, its massive fleshy ball completely enveloping it. We were completely helpless, and Rat's corpse collapsed stiffly. The fleshy ball looked at us again, and our comrades immediately retreated down the mountain.
When the group of insects at the foot of the mountain saw the Meat Buddha behind us, they all retreated back into the Black River.
We were once again faced with a situation where there were wolves in front and tigers behind. At this time, Xiao Hu suddenly roared, picked up a grenade and rushed towards the meatball.
We all yelled no.
But it was too late. The meat Buddha jumped onto Xiao Hu's head, wrapped his head and digested it.
But what it didn't expect was that Xiao Hu had a grenade in his hand. The huge explosion blew the meat Buddha into pieces, and blood plasma fell all over the ground. Finally, the blood plasma gathered together consciously and turned into a meat Buddha again.
We had never seen anything like it before, and none of us knew what to do. We were doomed, so we decided to fight it head-on. We all rushed forward, but we were no match for it and were completely devoured by it.
Finally, with no other options left, I embraced Professor Chen and jumped into the Black River. The insects rushed towards me. I thought I was doomed, but then the amulet around my neck lit up, and the scene suddenly changed. I was still at the base halfway up the mountain, gun in hand. Old Chen lay unconscious before me. As for the rest of us, they were all dead.
Later, I carried Lao Chen on my back down the Chongla Snow Mountain and returned to Sakya Monastery, where I saw Bam, the man we met, and the flesh Buddha that had crawled out of Bam's back on the murals.
But I don’t know if it was an illusion or not, because when the bodies of Haozi and the others were brought back, they had no external injuries.
After that incident, I stayed in the army for two years, but I couldn't get over the pain in my heart, so I took the initiative to apply for discharge."
After listening to Zhang Song’s story, we were silent for a while.
"Are there really such strange things in the world?" Zheng Yunyun said.
"Yes, but we haven't encountered it yet," Mao Jianming replied.
"Brother Song, you can't be lying to us!" Zhang Yu asked hopefully.
As a result, Zhang Song rolled up his sleeves and saw a long scar running from his biceps to above the carpal tunnel, which was obviously caused by a beast.
"This is what Nabam caught when we were in the camp," said Zhang Song.
Looking at his wound, we all believed what he said.
"Brother Song, can you show me your amulet?" Zheng Yunyun said.
At this moment, Zhang Song glanced at me sheepishly, then took the small wooden token from his neck. He carefully handed it to Zheng Yunyun, who exclaimed in surprise as soon as she took a look at the amulet: "Doesn't Jianming have one just like this?"
Hearing this, we were all curious.
Zhang Yu and Li Bin took turns holding the amulet and observing it. They said, "Indeed, it's the same as the one Jianming wears."
"Take it out and let us see it quickly." Zheng Yunyun said.
"No need to look, the amulets I have and Brother Song's are the same." Mao Jianming said.
At this time, the wooden sign was my turn.
As soon as I picked it up, I felt like I had seen it somewhere before. I recognized the words on the plaque: "Those approaching battle are all arrayed in front." The handwriting was also very familiar, the work of Master Zhang. And I felt that the plaque exuded a very familiar aura.
"Have I seen this wooden sign before?" I asked Zhang Song.
Zhang Song said, "You probably haven't seen it before."
I stared at the plaque in confusion for a moment, but Zhang Song snatched it away from me. He said, "Just take a look at it. This is my lifesaver."
"Who's next?" he said.
"Let me tell you one." Li Bin said at this time.
"My family runs a small shop, one of those small shops in the village. We basically don't make money from selling things now. We just play mahjong and collect some electricity bills. Behind our village, there is a lame man named Zhang. He must be in his sixties or seventies and is a bachelor. He usually herds sheep to supplement the family income. One night, we were playing mahjong at home. It must have been eleven or twelve o'clock. Zhang Lame pushed open the door of our shop in a panic, sat down next to the mahjong machine, and looked out the door in fear.
I asked him, Uncle, what's wrong with you?
He said there was a group of people outside who wanted to arrest him.
I saw that there was no one outside the door, and I thought he was trying to scare me, but he didn't look like he was faking it. He just kept looking out the window, saying that there were people outside.
Mahjong players are particularly averse to such remarks, especially when they've lost a lot of money. Someone was upset and told him to get out right away, saying he'd given away all his good cards. I had no choice but to kick him out.
He ended up hanging himself the next day.”
"Your writing is too careless." Zhang Yu said.
"I'm really not making this up. If you don't believe me, come back to our village with me. Everyone in the village knows about this." Li Bin explained hurriedly.
"Okay, okay, Yunyun, tell me one." Zhang Yu said with a smile.
"I won't say anymore. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking." Zheng Yunyun said.
Seeing that she had broken this window paper, Zhang Yu said awkwardly: "I don't have any thoughts at all."
Since Zheng Yunyun didn't want to talk about it, I didn't either. We chatted for a while longer and then went back to our tents.
In the tent, I kept thinking about Zhang Song's wooden sign. That familiar aura definitely had something to do with me. He was deliberately hiding it, but I didn't know why.
The next day, the weather was a little cold and it started to rain. The mountain road was already difficult to walk on, and now it was even more muddy.
We followed the signs left by the professor and his team, but we made little progress. Then we discovered that Mao Jianming's satellite phone had lost its signal, indicating we had entered the heart of Eshan, where the mountains were so isolated that satellite signals were no longer available.
"Everyone be careful and follow me." Zhang Song led the way.
As expected of a military veteran, he possesses rich wilderness survival skills. It can be said that after entering the heart of Eshan, if it weren't for Zhang Song, we might have gotten lost, let alone finding the marks left by the professor and others.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier and we couldn't move forward, so we had to set up camp again.
Zhang Song came close to me and shouted, "Everyone, be careful and stay safe."
Then he whispered in my ear: "Don't sleep too deeply at night."
The reason he didn't speak loudly was because he was afraid of causing panic. This was an intuition he developed during his military training.
I nodded, feeling that something might go wrong today.
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