C919 Infant Nocturnal Crying(last Part)

Although he said that this young man was making a big fuss out of nothing, the old man's footsteps didn't slow down in the slightest. This was a nomadic tribe. It didn't matter if it was a blizzard or a hail storm. They shared the same fate. Although they weren't family, their feelings were deeper than family!

Moreover, in order to protect the property of the village, her husband had risked his life to fight the wild beasts, resulting in his untimely death, leaving behind him and his remains. But now, something had happened to the children of the Central Jima family. As the elder of the village, how could he not be cautious?

"Master Luo Zhu, what happened to this child? Why did you send someone over to find me in such a hurry?" I am currently entertaining the distinguished guests from the Zerg Temple, and left my distinguished guests here. The old man hurriedly walked to the front and back of Yang Jiima's tent. He reached out his hand to lift the felt hanging at the entrance of the tent, and said confidently to an old man sitting beside the bed.

Even in this small village, there was a person who was similar to a Lama and a doctor, and in their village, the person who held this position was Master Luo Zhu. Legend has it that he was born from a big temple in the Tibetan region, and although his temperament was very bad, he had high Buddhist skills and his medical skills were very profound, so he was still respected and trusted by the people in the village.

"Esteemed guest, what esteemed guest can there be in this blizzard?!" When Master Luo Zhu heard this, his eyebrows creased. He reached to the side of the bed and picked up the child, giving him a gift in front of the old man's eyes and said in a deep voice, "Duo Ji, this child is Yaksha's reincarnation. He is the one who brought this snow! "I have obtained the Divine Awakening. Only by taking advantage of this snowy night to put this child on a high mountain, can our village escape this calamity!"

"How can we do that? This child's father died because of a village. If we send him to the top of the mountain, how would he have the chance to live? How can I explain this to Yang Jiima and her husband?" Duoji firmly shook his head. He reached out his hand to take the child, lifted off the cloth, and looked at the child, wanting to see exactly why He Luozhu would say such a thing.

This glance wasn't too tight, but it completely scared off the elder's soul! The child in his arms didn't have the slightest appearance of a newly-born baby pink and adorable. It was a bluish-purple color, and there were even a few teeth growing out of its mouth. Moreover, its skull was incredibly strange.

"This …" Looking at the little child in his arms, old man Duoji was completely at a loss. At this moment, he finally understood why Luo Zhu had hurriedly sent people to pull him over. This little child's appearance was truly terrifying, he had never seen a child like this before.

"Now you know why I let you come!" Looking at the panicked Duoji, Master Luo Zhu said in a deep voice, "This child will be a disaster for the village if we keep him. We have to get rid of him as soon as possible. Otherwise, he will bring us endless disasters!"

Hearing Luo Zhu's words, Old Man Duoji's expression kept changing as he looked down at the child in his arms. The future of the village, and an innocent life form — which was more important? He had to make a decision between the two.

Right at this moment, the little fellow suddenly cried out. Its voice was shrill and shrill, as if it had suffered an enormous grievance!

"This won't do, his father has done a great service to the entire village. If I were to throw the little guy away like this, how will I explain this to his father when I reach the netherworld?" Looking at the sobbing little fellow in his arms, as if he already knew what everyone was planning, Old Man Duoji's heart softened as he resolutely said, "With the living Buddha of the Zerg Temple, we'll definitely be able to take away his evil deeds!"

"How could the living Buddha of the Zerg Temple come out in such a snowy weather and in a small village like ours? Duoji, are you crazy? Are you making the whole village into a wager? If something happens and the village causes a disaster, can you afford it?" "Master Luo Zhu's face turned a lot colder after hearing what Old Man Duoji said.

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will give it a try. If even the living Buddha is helpless, then I will personally send this little guy to the top of the mountain and let him fend for himself!" Old man Duoji bit his lips, turned his head and looked at the young man who had brought him here. He said gently, "Qianba, go get the living Buddha and his friends. I want them to see the situation of this little guy!"

Yangji Ma's husband had a good relationship with people in the village, and he died young because of the tribe's property. How could he just watch as the remains of the village's hero were sent to the mountains and buried in wolves' bellies! If it were not for the fact that he feared Master Luo Zhu's dignity, if it were anyone else who had said such words, he would have already been facing them with his fists out in the open. Hearing the old man's words, he turned around and left.

"Doge, on account of the fact that you treated me so well in the past, I don't mind making it clear! If you don't abandon him and insist on staying in our village, then I'm afraid that in less than half a year, all of the people in this tribe will die! " After Jabba left, Master Luo Zhu looked at Old Man Duo Ji in a threatening manner.

"No matter what, I will try my best, and I believe that the living Buddha of the Zhe Bei Temple will find a way!" Old man Duoji stared into Master Luozhu's eyes, and continued in a deep voice, "I still have the same words, if Living Buddha and the others have no other choice, I will personally send him to the top of the mountain, regardless of life or death, and not ask about it anymore. I just want to have a clear conscience, and be able to face the Heroic Spirit of the underworld!"

Master Luo Zhu coldly snorted and did not say another word. However, his face was extremely sinister, and his eyes were rolling back and forth, as if he was thinking about something!

When he heard that Old Man Duoji had an important matter to discuss with Lin Bai and the rest, Lin Bai's heart suddenly thumped in his chest. That feeling of unease had completely taken over his mind! Instinctively, he had a feeling that the matter that old man Duoji had discussed with them had something to do with the matter of the ghost soldiers borrowing their path they had seen in the valley.

"Old Man Duoji and Master Luozhu are waiting for you in this tent. Everyone, please come in!" He pointed to the tent, but did not step further inside, as if he was extremely afraid of what was inside.

As he walked into the tent, his stomach full of questions, Lin Bai felt his skin suddenly shiver and his heart wrinkle! Although the campfire inside the tent was burning vigorously and the charcoal was constantly burning, the interior of the tent was filled with a penetrating chill. Furthermore, it was different from the ice and snow; this coldness caused one's hair to stand on end.

What in the world was going on that led to such a situation?