Chapter 20 Chapter Seventeen

Not long after the seven children who went to granny left the secret spirit cave, they met a person.The man was coming from behind them, and seemed to be following them.When they crossed the snow ditch, climbed the snow ridge, and walked all the way, tired and sweating, fell on the snow and panted, he suddenly appeared from behind the snow bag.With an honest smile, he asked kindly, "Seven miserable children, where are you going?"The children did not answer, but looked at him in amazement.On his chest is the mirror of the tomb owner, on his head is the amber ball of the Goddess Rakshasa, and on his waist is a string of ghostly skulls. One can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary person.

The child with the scar on his face asked loudly: Who are you?What are you doing here?The man said: My name is Dachi, I am the son of Xueshan, and I am the guiding light.I often appear in front of lost people and tell them where they should go.Scar looked at him and said: Are you the guiding light?So can you show us the way?Dachi took a skull from his waist and said: You can see if I have supernatural power, and you will know if I can show you the way.As he spoke, he folded the skull in the middle with both hands, and said, the crying goddess is here, the demon head is here, the one-shot butcher is here, and the golden-eyed violent dog is here.When it comes, it changes, and the skull becomes a gem.He suddenly opened his hands, and the skull inside turned into a turquoise sheep.The seven grandma's children looked at each other in surprise.Dachi changed several times again, turning into a black agate monkey for a while, a dog for a while, a ghost with iron lumps for a while, and finally a skull again.The children's eyes lit up when they looked at him.They have never seen such magic, and such magic is regarded as a miracle.

The next thing is what Dachi said and what they believed: what, you are here to find the marine giant snow mountain Gang Jincuoji that is full of paradise fruits?Then let me tell you, you are really blessed. If you see me, you will see Gangjin Tsogyi.Do you know Dangxiang Daxueshan?Scar looked at the forehead.The brain gate said: know.Dachi said: It is good to know that there are many ice cellars in Dangxiang Daxue Mountain, and all the ice cellars are the gateways to Gangjincuoji in Haisheng Daxue Mountain. No one knows this secret, but I know it.As he spoke, Dachi performed magic tricks again, which amazed the children again, and then said, "Come on, come with me."Scar wanted to go, and shook his head again, and all the children shook their heads.They said: We are going with Gunriseng.

Dachi rolled his eyes and stared at the sky and said: Gangrisenger?What is Gunrisenger?Don't tell me, let me guess, it's not a lion, it's not a yak, it's not a horse, it's not a sheep, it's not a human, I know, it's a tall Tibetan mastiff, it's golden yellow , right?The children said in amazement: Yes, yes.Dachi said: Then let me ask the Goddess of Weeping, the Demon Lord, the One-Strike Butcher, and the Golden-Eyed Violent Dog. These gods attached to me will tell me, Gangrisenger Should I go with you, or follow your footsteps and go alone.You see, I don’t have anything in my hand now. I put my hands together and then separate them. If it’s a male god with a crow’s head, it means it’s auspicious for him to go with you. If it’s a goddess with a mastiff’s head, then It means that it is auspicious to go alone.The palms were closed, and separated again in a blink of an eye.The children of the seven aunts stretched out their seven heads, and saw a bronze statue suddenly appearing in the palm of his hand. It was a goddess, the goddess with the head of a Tibetan mastiff.They were stunned: that is to say, Gangriseng had to go alone. This was God's will, and no one could violate it.

The seven grandma's children followed Dachi towards Dangxiang Snow Mountain, which is much bigger than Angla Snow Mountain. Dachi is the ghost sender of Xijie Ancient Grassland.Sending ghosts is inherited from generation to generation.Every year on the 15th day of the first lunar month in the Tibetan calendar, the Xijie Ancient Temple holds an exorcism ceremony. The lamas ride fast horses, chant fierce mantras, and run around on the Xijie Ancient Grassland, driving all the ghosts that have harmed everywhere to Xijie. In the Jiangyan Demon Cave on the hillside behind the Zacang Mingwang Hall, the highest point of the ancient temple, under the leadership of the abbot Living Buddha, blew fourteen brass horns and fourteen Yabuyum drums, and recited "Only One One Hit Can Kill Demons Sutra" and the thunderous dharma titles of various esoteric deities, under the threatening voice of the iron rod lama, put the ghosts one by one into the black plague pocket, red death pocket and white calamity pocket, and then handed them over to the Send the ghost man to Dangxiang Daxue Mountain with these three bags on his back to ask the mountain god to deal with it.Mountain gods sometimes bury them, sometimes burn them, and sometimes tear them up.Dangxiang Daxue Mountain, the death place of ghosts and ghosts, is an auspicious ice ridge, but also a terrifying peak.

Since Da Chi, the ghost sender, carries three ghost bags on his back across the grasslands to the snow-capped mountains every year, he must be full of ghosts, and even every hair may be a symbol of illness and death.People dare not approach him, avoid him with heavy and deep fear, and at the same time try to meet his demands.He begs for a living. Whether it is a headman, a monk or a herdsman, as long as he faces his outstretched hand, he will give him the best food. I hope he will leave quickly and don't leave the ruined ghost to himself. .But in fact, he seldom begs for food. In order to dispel the evil spirit permeating his radiation, the chiefs give him a lot of property every year. His own cattle and sheep are in groups, enough for him Eat and drink.He doesn't worry about food or clothes, but the biggest worry is that no woman likes him.So when a gloomy woman who was eager to avenge the death of her two husbands approached him, he suddenly became very excited. , Bai Brahma and Yan Luodi made a poisonous oath: If he can't avenge the woman's first two husbands, he will only be a hungry, consumptive ghost, plague dead ghost, and sick ghost for countless reincarnations after this life, and he will be tortured by corpses. The ruthless torture of Lord Tuolin, he died in the distress of fire and ice.Although the woman died after only two years with him, the vow to face the woman did not die.For this oath of immortality, he left Xijiegu and settled his home in the wilderness at the foot of Dangxiang Daxue Mountain.

This is how the new life of the swearer began. He chose thousands of options, and among the hundreds of Tibetan mastiffs of the shepherds, he found a two-month-old Tibetan mastiff with an orthodox party breed belonging to the Himalayan mastiff breed.He gave it the name of the arrogant god lord, the wrathful king, the blood-drinking king, Dangxiang Rakshasa.Its whole body is black and bright, its four legs are like four hunting and burning fire pestles, and its chest hair is also red, symbolizing its burning passion and anger.But at that time, it had no intention of getting angry at all. On the first day of the first lunar month in the Tibetan calendar, when Dachi, the ghost-sending man, pulled away from its master by its spine, it just panted for the first time it felt He expressed a bit of surprise in his discomfort: what's going on, it's still uncomfortable to live in this world.Dachi, the ghost sender, has been grabbing it, and shaking it back and forth, it is getting more and more uncomfortable, panting louder, hoping that this person will hold it in his arms like its owner , or send it back to its owner as soon as possible.At that time, it never thought that the owner had already given it to this person because he was afraid of getting ghost aura.The master said: Why do you come to hang around the door of my tent every day?If you fancy something, take it away quickly, and I beg you never to come again.Before he finished speaking, the ghost-sending man Dachi picked it up.At that time, it was playing beside its master. Grandma and Papa, two large, thick-haired and imposing Dangxiang Tibetan Mastiffs, had gone to herd, so it could only play with its master.

It was sent to Dachi, a ghost, and brought to his house. It was a stone house with no windows and only a door. Once the door was closed, it was dark inside. When the butter lamp was lit, it saw ghosts all over the walls. All the ghosts are held by a wooden hand, which is the hand of the crying goddess, the hand of the demon head, the hand of the one-shot butcher, and the hand of the golden-eyed violent dog.These ghost-catching hands firmly hold the ghost, making the ghost's face even more hideous.It screamed in horror, curled up to a corner of the stone wall, and did not open its eyes for a long time.When it opened its eyes, the butter lamp went out, and Dachi, the ghost sender, had already left. The wooden door was closed, leaving only a gap to reveal the sunlight outside.It wants to go out, and wants to go back to its master.But it is not air, and cannot float through the crack of a door.It tried everything it knew, and finally saw in vain that the sun outside was fading, and it was exhausted and hungry.It rested on the ground for a while, and then began to look around for food.Where paws and mouth could reach, it found nothing, no tsampa, no beef lungs, no broth, nothing that the master had fed it since it was weaned, only a terrible silence.It trembled in the silence, trembling and falling asleep.It went to the dream to look for food, and finally found it. When it opened its eyes, it was gone again.It sniffed and smelled it, and felt that the whole room smelled of meat. It suddenly raised its head, looked through the darkness, and saw that there were meat hanging on the wall, and the whole row was dried one by one. The meat, as well as the sweet ice water, are packed in those bulging lamb bellies.It screamed and jumped and jumped excitedly, but it couldn't reach it, and it couldn't reach it after jumping countless times.It started to bark, hoping that grandma or the owner could hear it and push the door open.But no, it kept barking till daybreak, and no one came and knocked lightly on the door.It bumped its head against the door panel in despair, until its head was covered and enlarged, and it couldn't help lying on the ground in pain, with its heavy head drooping in the leg clamps.Probably hunger gave it the inspiration to survive at this time, or as a party-haired Tibetan Mastiff, it has the instinct to survive on the death line. It quickly stood up again and began to run around the house, running more and more The faster he ran, the faster he ran. As he ran, he jumped up, kicked off the wall with all four legs, and rushed towards the air-dried meat hanging above his head.

A month later, the ghost man Dachi came back.He looked at it with a blank expression, and found that it had grown a lot. Although it was skinny, its frame seemed much larger than that of ordinary Tibetan mastiffs of the same age.He said: I read correctly, you must be a big dog in the future.It yelled at him irritably, smelling that the smell on his body was the same as the smell in this house, so it didn't rush over.But it is very clear in its heart that it has nothing to do with him, nor has it anything to do with this house. It tries to leave here every day, and now that the door is open, it wants to leave even more.It lunged for the door, trying to squeeze past his legs.The ghost sender Da Chi, who had been prepared for a long time, suddenly showed a thick wooden stick from behind, swung it and hit it.This was the first time it was beaten, and it rolled three times in a row until it reached the corner of the wall.It looked at him, a burst of blue flame-like veins suddenly shot out from its eyes, and it roared softly.Da Chi, the man who sent the ghost, grinned with satisfaction. He knew that the blue flame in his eyes was the original hatred of the Dangxiang Tibetan Mastiff, and it also represented its initial understanding of the dog way of the world as a young mastiff.He said: Just hate, hate well, hate happily, hate all those who treat ghosts as ghosts, all those who owe their lives, if you don’t hate me, I will kill you, if you become more and more If you hate me, show mercy, because you are the blood-drinking king Xiang Luosha.It seems to understand, or it is a naturally stubborn Tibetan Mastiff, a Dangxiang Tibetan Mastiff that is never prepared to appreciate failure, it quickly stood up and rushed over again.This time, instead of rushing to the door, he rushed to him who was blocking the door.Da Chi, the ghost sender, picked up his wooden stick and hit him again. It rolled over and hit the wall even more embarrassingly than the first time.

In this way, it stood up rebelliously, rushed over, and made twenty-six pounces, throwing out all the fierceness and tenacity of the Dangxiang Tibetan Mastiff; It was covered with bruises and fell to the ground and could no longer move.He kicked it and said to it: You are not dead yet, so hate it, hate it well, hate it endlessly, hate all those who hide from me when they see me, all those who owe the life of Xijiegu , because you are the blood-drinking king Dangxiang Rakshasa.It stared at him, the blue flames in its eyes getting more and more blazing.But it couldn't stand up, it was almost exhausted.Da Chi, the ghost sender, bent down, touched it everywhere and said, "I didn't break a single bone of you by beating me so hard. It seems that my Goddess of Hate and Weeping, the Head of the Desperate Demon, the One-Strike Butcher and Gold-Eyed Violent Dog is already blessing you.Just stay here. If you die, I will throw you out to feed the eagles. If you are not dead, I will continue to beat you.

Da Chi, the ghost sender, walked around with a wooden stick, and was satisfied to see that the air-dried meat and ice water hanging on the wall had been eaten and drank by him, which meant that he was jumping around in the dark every day, and he was already able to jump. Very tall, as agile as a little leopard.He hung a lot of air-dried meat and some morels filled with ice water on a higher place, and then left for another month. When the ghost man Dachi came back again, he had grown up a lot.The air-dried meat and ice water hanging on the wall have been swept away, indicating that its jumping is at least one foot higher than it was a month ago.Lying in a corner, it stared at the man vigilantly, saw him hide a hand behind his body, stood up, and picked up the flesh on his face reflexively.It knew that there was a wooden stick hidden behind him, and the pain the wooden stick brought to it was like the warmth brought to it by its mother, which had been deeply engraved in its memory.This kind of memory is undoubtedly a great harm to its proud nature, and it has learned the truth in advance: the only way to get rid of the pain of the stick is to destroy the stick.It pounced, just like it pounces on the air-dried meat on the wall these days when it is extremely hungry, and the jumping distance is completely comparable to that of an adult Tibetan mastiff.Da Chi, the man who sent the ghost, let out an ouch in surprise, shrank back, swung his wooden stick and hit him.Its bite and his club were fast and accurate, but it was not the club it had hoped for but itself that fell to the ground.After falling to the ground, it never found a chance to stand up and bite again. The wooden stick came down like raindrops. It wriggled, screamed, and almost passed out. The lesson this time made it understand the truth: you must learn the ability to jump in place and bite to death in one bite. In front of a powerful opponent, your second and third bites do not exist.Da Chi, the ghost sender, dropped the broken wooden stick, and once again hung the newly brought air-dried meat and sheep tripe filled with ice water on a higher place on the wall. When he left, he said: Who do you hate?hate me don't you?Then you hate it, what I want is your hate.Hate me, hate everyone and all dogs, hate those people who ignored me after I carried the ghost away from them.But what you should hate the most are the people and dogs on the Ama Grassland, you know, the people and dogs on the Ama Grassland. It was another month, another ruthless beating, and the meat and water were hung higher, and the ghost man Dachi was sent away again.This is true for twelve months of the year.Rakshasa, the blood-drinking king, has not been under the sun for a year, has not seen grasslands and snow-capped mountains, tents and sheep for a year, has not seen a single dog, a single animal, or a single person for a year Da Chi, the man who sent the ghost, was not a human or a ghost. He was just like the ghost image painted on the wall. His heart was a dank basin in which ferocious and sharp fangs grew.Twelve times a year, it was beaten to the ground by the wooden stick given by the ghost man Dachi. It struggled to stand up and grew tenaciously.Anger and hatred grow along with the flesh, and the heart of a Tibetan mastiff that is a hundred times darker than a gloomy stone house, and its ability to bite as a carnivore.In the last month, the ghost sender Da Chi hung the air-dried meat and sheep tripe filled with ice water on the roof.After he left, Rakshasa, the blood-drinking king, looked up, and rushed up the wall, like a flying eagle, grabbed the meat in one mouthful, and then rushed down the wall again.It has grown, grown rapidly. The grown-up blood-drinking king Dangxiang Luosha no longer rushes to bite the ghost-sending Dachi, no, it knows that he hides the increasingly hard wooden stick behind him, if it can't make him throw away the wooden stick, then Can only accumulate hatred in patience, or obey.Ah, obedience?How could it obey such a man?Yet obedience seemed necessary, for it was a natural companion to man, and that was the only man it saw now.Besides, obedience can also be an expedient measure. If such an expedient measure can make the ghost sender Dachi put down the wooden stick, it can start to hate again and rush to his throat mercilessly.So it raised its head in humiliation, and wagged its tail that was getting tighter and tighter.Da Chi, the ghost sender, was stunned, and couldn't help smiling, but the smile lasted only a few seconds before he reverted to his old ways, raised the wooden stick, hit the head, and shouted: "Why are you wagging your tail, you can't wag your tail at anyone, you If you wag your tail again, I'll cut off your tail.This time it was the worst, almost killing it.In the torment of pain, it suddenly understood the full meaning of Dachi, the ghost sender, that is violence, hatred, and the destruction of all good intentions.This kind of awakening is of great benefit to it. It adopts an attitude of neither biting nor obeying him. It tries to avoid his body and get closer to his mind. To live, it must know what he is thinking. What. After the new year began, Dachi, the ghost sender, tied it with a rope and took it out of the stone house.There was no sunshine that day, it was snowing heavily that day, and it was extremely cold. On that day, it was kicked into a ditch by the ghost sender Dachi. The ditch was deep, and it almost fell to death.It raised its head from the ditch and saw that Dachi, the ghost sender, had disappeared.It suddenly became manic and restless, running back and forth in the trench, wanting to return to the ground, to the stone house it had grown accustomed to.But all attempts to jump out of the ditch have failed.The trench is fifty meters long and two meters wide, the deepest part is thirty meters, and the shallowest part is more than ten meters.The ditch was originally a deep ravine washed out by snow water. Dachi, the ghost sender, spent a year deepening the ditch bottom, steepening the ditch walls, and raising the height of the ditch edge, transforming it into a new place for the blood-drinking king Dangxiang Raksha. premises.The blood-drinking king Dangxiang Luosha kept walking at the bottom of the ditch, the snow was getting heavier, and the night was coming quietly, it didn't sleep all night.The next morning, the sun broke through the clouds, the snow stopped, the wind was still blowing, and the air was so cold that it was sharp. Looking up at the blue sky above the trench, he suddenly realized that death had appeared above his head. Representing death are numerous wolf heads.Wolf heads surround the edge of the ditch, peeking at it in the air.It jumped up and down nervously, realizing that the jumping was pointless, and started to run.It only takes six to seven seconds to run back and forth at the bottom of a 50-meter-long ditch. After running for a while, it realizes that running is even more meaningless, so it stops and barks.It was the first time it barked at such a loud volume, and found that the more it barked, the less the wolf head peeping at it showed no sign of leaving.The wolf also started to bark, as if trying to imitate it.He had never seen a wolf before, but he had heard the sound of a wolf.In front of the Tibetan mastiff, the voice of the natural enemy was originally mournful and pitiful, but now it seems presumptuous and proud, full of contempt and teasing towards it.It jumped like thunder, ten times and hundreds of times, and finally couldn't jump anymore, and fell to the ground profusely sweating.The howl of the wolves became even more proud. It curled up, closed its eyes, and began to tremble all over.It found that it was both manic and cowardly, both fierce and fearful, and the feeling of fear of death, which was very little in its genetic content, suddenly ran out in an extremely exaggerated manner, making it stand on the edge of death and not wanting to die. Feel the helplessness and helplessness of life.It tightly blocked its hearing with its two big ears, and with a mentality of surrendering to distress, it waited for the doomsday to come. Naturally, the end will not come, because no wolf dares to come down into the ditch.They watched and cheered for a long time before galloping away.When the silence suddenly fell, the blood-drinking king Xiang Luosha felt a burst of unbearable hunger.It looked up and was disappointed to find that there was no food hanging on the walls here, only stones.It relies on instinct and knows that snow is edible, so it starts to lick the snow.After three full days, it licked up every drop of snow at the bottom of the ditch, and then used its front paws to dig the ditch wall. On the fourth day, maybe the fifth day, Da Chi, the man who sent the ghost, came and threw down a steppen wolf from the shallowest part of the trench.The wolf is alive, it is an adult wolf he bought from the hunter in exchange for two fat sheep.The blood-drinking king Dangxiang Luosha got up in shock, staring at the wolf motionlessly.The wolf was struggling desperately, and quickly broke free from the rope that bound it. He raised his legs and ran away. Seeing that he couldn't run, he turned around again, and only then saw the blood-drinking king Xiang Luo staring at the blood-red eyes in hunger. brake.The blood-drinking king, Dangxiang Luosha, remained motionless, after all, it was the first time he faced a living creature so close to a creature ten times more ferocious in nature.The wolf pinched its nose up, showing its sharp canine teeth, and took a step forward.This shows that the wolf has seen that it is a young man who does not know the world, and is not afraid of it.But the wolf did not expect that although the Tibetan mastiff in front of him was young, the accumulated anger and hatred had already become as heavy as a mountain.What it is angry with is the whole world, and what it hates is all life, not to mention that it is now facing a wolf, a natural opponent of the dog race.It lowered its head and looked at its empty stomach, and found that it was shaking with excitement, which meant that even though it didn't want to eat wolves, its stomach wanted to eat wolves.It jumped up with a stomach that was trembling in pain in extreme hunger, and rushed over, so fast that even before it could react, its teeth were already embedded in the back of the wolf's neck.Excited by the wolf's struggle, it changed its mouth and bit its throat again, gulping down the wolf's blood.Da Chi, the ghost sender, yelled wildly from above: "One hit the butcher, one hit the butcher, the demon boss, the demon boss." In this way, Dangxiang Luocha, the blood-drinking king, stayed in the trench for a whole year. It has not eaten a single bite of dead meat in a year, all it eats is live meat, the meat of wild beasts.When the wild beasts came, as usual, they fought first and then ate meat.It has fought snow leopards, leopards, and Tibetan horse bears. Of course, the most frequent fights have been with wolves, including steppenwolves, jackals, and extremely cunning snow wolves.In order to get these beasts from the hunters, Da Chi, the ghost sender, gave most of the property that the leaders gave him, a large flock of sheep and a large herd of cattle. Almost every day of the year, there are beasts yelling above the ditch, looking up at their figures eeriely, jumping, jumping and roaring more and more irritable every day, and the hatred and anger are accumulating more and more violently every day. In a year, it has not seen a tent or a flock of sheep, nor has it seen any one of its kind, or any one person, except Dachi, who sends ghosts regardless of human beings and ghosts. For a year, it used its front paws to dig the wall of the ditch every day, because it thought it was a wall, and it could dig out the hole and go out by digging.It dug out many big holes, although it didn't get what it wanted, but it sharpened its two front paws into two steel drills, and it could make a deep pit on the stone wall with just a stretch. It does not avoid the severe cold and heat throughout the year, bathed in sunshine during the day and starlight at night, completely becoming a part of wild nature.It has grown a lot, and it is already a big Tibetan mastiff.It smells like a leopard, a Tibetan horse bear, and a wolf. It no longer belongs to the Xijiegu Grassland in terms of breath, mentality, and behavior, and it has forgotten that it was once the excellent son of a pair of shepherd dogs.It is understanding the significance of being the blood-drinking king, Xiang Luosha, and it is viciously hating according to the wish of Da Chi, the ghost sender, and is always ready to kill everything that appears in front of it. At the end of the year, it ate a barren bobcat that was exchanged for a yak.This is one of the most agile beasts cast down by the ghost man Dachi.According to the ability of the barren mountain cat, if it is facing other Tibetan mastiffs, it can climb the wall of the ditch and escape from danger.But the blood-drinking king Dangxiang Luosha didn't give the barren mountain cat a chance to escape. It jumped too high and stretched its claws too long.It took the other in one bite, as fast as the beast had ever known. After eating the wild bobcat, it fell into a coma.The meat of the barren lynx has a strong anesthetic effect, and all animals will fall asleep after eating it.It slept for a day and a night, and when it awoke it was surprised to find itself lying on an open field of snow.Da Chi, the man who sent the ghost, hoisted it out of the ditch with a dozen leather ropes and five yaks, and brought it here with one of the strongest yaks on its back.This is the icy and snowy land of Dangxiang Daxue Mountain, where many underground ice cellars are created by nature.Dachi, the ghost man, saw that it had woken up, so he tore off its fur with his hands and pushed it forward vigorously.It slid down the ice slope, and when it hit the ground with a bang, a group of snow chickens in the underground ice cellar flew out with a puff. Another three hundred and sixty-five days a year, the blood-drinking king Dangxiang Luosha stayed in the ice cellar with a radius of less than twenty meters.It can't get out, the mouth of the ice cellar is too high for its jumping ability.It could only run angrily along the cellar wall, stretching out its front paws to grab at the ice wall from time to time, creating deep grooves one after another.The food is still alive, at least for half a year.Almost every week for half a year there was a desperate battle.It bit the wild wolf, leopard or Tibetan horse bear it threw down, and never gave up the chance to pounce on the first fatal blow, sometimes with its teeth, sometimes with its claws.Its claws are not only strong, but are getting stronger, because it has to grip smooth ice stones, whether it is flat or inclined. Half a year later, when Dangxiang Luosha, the blood-drinking king, had proved himself to be an invincible Tibetan mastiff, the living things suddenly disappeared, and hunger became something he had to face every day.The ghost man Dachi was fed only once a week, and every time he put down a thick leather rope, some rotten lamb or beef was tied to the middle of the leather rope where it couldn't bite, and it had to bite it with its teeth Grab the ice wall with its hard and sharp claws, and crawl towards the food bit by bit.As soon as the food is eaten, the leather rope will break, and it will fall off the ice wall, and it will hurt all the bones.After falling two or three times, it learns how to behave. Before eating food, it will drive its two front paws deeply into the ice wall, and then move down step by step.At this time, it was no longer a Tibetan mastiff, but a very large cat.Still hungry, according to the normal food intake of the blood-drinking king Dangxiang Luosha, it should eat at least ten kilograms of fresh meat every day, but now it can't eat one or two meat a day on average.When it is very hungry, it eats its own excrement, and swallows the ice cubes cut by its sharp teeth.It's thinner and can't cheer up: but its coldness and brutality have become more and more qualitatively cracked into the cells of the whole body. Anger and hatred are like time bombs that will explode at any time. Hundreds of millions of guns stored in the chest Poisoned arrows are about to be shot, all and all. One day, when Da Chi, the man who sent the ghost, came to feed it again, he was surprised to find that half of the snow leopard's thick tail remained at the entrance of the ice cellar. Looking down, he saw Luo Sha, the blood-drinking king, was eating meat.He was stunned, that is to say, the ice cellar could no longer contain it, it climbed out of the ice cellar, killed a snow leopard and went back.Fortunately, it didn't run away. What if it did?The next day, the ghost sender Dachi threw a wild bobcat in exchange for two yaks into the ice cellar.The blood-drinking king Dangxiang Luosha was not hungry at all at this time, but it still jumped up, and before the opponent knew where to escape, it bit the opponent's neck.The meat of the barren mountain cat is not as good as the meat of the snow leopard. After eating the snow leopard, it goes to deal with the barren mountain cat that has anesthesia.Da Chi, the man who sent the ghost, waited for a week at the entrance of the cellar before he finally fell asleep. This year is the year of the iron rabbit in the Tibetan calendar. At the end of the year of the iron rabbit, the blood-drinking king Dangxiang Raksha appeared in front of the stone house.He was held securely by two thick iron chains, like a real watchdog.It still lived a life isolated from the outside world, and could not see tents or flocks, nor any one of its kind, nor any one person, except Dachi, the ghost sender.Its life went on as it always had: one endured hunger, the other endured hatred.Hunger can be eliminated by eating meat, but what about hatred?Da Chi, the ghost sender, yells at it every day: Go to Grandma's enemy, go to Grandma's enemy.This kind of roar made Xiang Luosha, the blood-drinking king, quickly understand: Its life is not here, but at the enemy's home of the upper aunt.When life and hatred have been equated, granny's enemies have become synonymous with hatred. Summer is here, Da Chi, the ghost sender, is going to take the blood-drinking king Dang Xiang Luosha to go to the Grassland of Ama. He suddenly heard about Gangrisenge and the seven children of Ama.He was overjoyed, and immediately decided: not going for the time being, if he can get revenge on the spot, there is no need to go. Two days later, with the seven children of the old mother, the ghost man Dachi was sent to the foothills of Dangxiang Daxue Mountain.The first thing he did was to walk towards his stone house and untie two thick iron chains from the neck of the blood-drinking king Dangxiang Raksha.For the first time in several years, Xiang Luosha, the blood-drinking king, saw someone other than Da Chi, the man who sent the ghost away.The seven grandma's children were stunned, tearing at each other in horror, turning around and running, shouting at the top of their lungs while running: Maha Kara Ben Senbao, Mahakala Ben Senbao.