When I woke up again, I felt a soreness all over my body, but the pain in my internal organs was much smaller.

I sat cross-legged and slowly pushed out the qi of the Dantian nourished by Xiao Huandan. The Qi spread throughout my body, allowing the meridians in my body to adapt slightly.

After running like this for several days, I felt unsustainable. I let out a long breath before I calmed down.

After this calm sleep, the injury slowed down a little, but it was not completely unimpeded. The damage of falling from the waterfall was huge, and it was already very rare for me to barely survive. And if I wanted to restore my previous state, it would probably take at least three months before I could complete it.

This time was completely beyond my expectations.

Thinking of the Seven Swords that have not been heard yet, I was anxious, but my empty dantian and my vast body were really unacceptable, and my sorrow occupied my whole heart.

I was frowning, and at this moment an ugly and ridiculous face suddenly appeared in front of me and laughed at me.

This face suddenly appeared, which scared me. I subconsciously hid back for a while, and then I realized that the person who came was the indigenous Badam who brought me here.

Thinking of the fact that someone saved me from danger and risked being chased by Mormons to approach the cave, I immediately ignored the other party's appearance and asked calmly: "What's wrong?"

Badamu brought a wooden plate with a few black barbecue, a pile of potato-like rhizomes and a pack of water, and said to me, "Arnone, you are hungry, eat something."

When he said this, my stomach started to rumble, and I was not polite. I reached out and grabbed it.

The food of the Tatar people is not good. The barbecue is burnt on the outside but it is full of blood. The rhizomes have a sour smell when they chew. Only the water is not bad and sweet, but I didn't mind at all. I swallowed all of these in my stomach.

To recover, you have to absorb more energy, so eating more is true after all.

After I finished eating, Badam handed over another rough stone and wiped my hands. He said embarrassedly: "The distinguished guest is here, and the hospitality is not good, I'm sorry..."

The apologetic Badmu is like a simple old farmer in a mountain nest, and he does not look as strong as a forest.

I first expressed my gratitude for Badam's helping hand. Then I asked him how the situation was outside. Badam told me that the Mormons are pursuing this mountain ridge three times. If it weren't for the complex terrain and the hidden cave, I would probably not be able to hide it.

However, Odama was arrested for a long time and was most clear about the nature of Mormonism's urine, so he had already ordered his tribe members not to go out for the time being in the past few days, which was considered to have avoided the limelight.

Badam is the son of the head of the Tatar tribe, and is also the most powerful warrior in the tribe. He has a high prestige.

I talked to Badam for a while about the situation in their clan. When he asked about my injury, I answered truthfully. He sighed and said that if it were the Dharma King, he would have been there, and maybe he would be able to heal your injury.

I remembered the doubts before going to bed and asked who this Dharma King was?

Badam told me with admiration that the Dharma King was the divine envoy who taught their tribes’ beliefs. Not only did he teach them various life skills, he also spread Tibetan Buddhism to the Tatars, and told these people that they were descendants of King Sager’s army back then, not from aliens, but were just demonized by Cha Renbacuo, and that they became like this.

Although I think the words behind the Dharma King must be fooling these simple Tatar people, it is undeniable that he is really a powerful person.

Over the years, many Tatars have been arrested one after another, but none of them have succumbed to Mormonism.

This is the power of faith.

From Badamu, I got the rough description of the Dharma King, who was a long-edged and thin old lama. As for the so-called divine light, illusory and colorful charm, all of these were automatically ignored by me.

In this way, is there really such a Tibetan lama who has been to this Cha Renba?

But where did he come from?

Regarding this question, Badharma told me that the Dharma King naturally came from the Western Paradise, and this statement was completely ignored by me. Through understanding, the last Dharma King appeared was a few years ago.

For this mysterious Dharma King, not only the Tatar tribe, but also the legends of several underground surviving tribes that are related to the Tatar tribe.

In a sense, the Dharma King who did not want to be named was the god of the tribes.

In Badamu's heart, this god can naturally heal all the harm on me, but for me, that person may just have some secret method to come to this secret realm to preach. When it comes to cultivation, he may not be much better than me.

What's more, the Dharma King has not seen him for many years. If he puts his hope on him, it would be a mirror and a moon, without any delusions.

I was idle and talked to Badam for a long time.

Through communication, I only realized that I heard that Cha Renba had run through the bottom of the entire Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, which may not be the truth. In addition to the large underground forests that we can see, there are countless stone hills and dangerous valleys, as well as rivers, lava abyss, and countless dangers.

I heard from the singer of Cha Renbacuo that at the end of Cha Renbacuo, there are eighteen-story caves that lead to the center of the earth and the abyss.

The Demon Kingdom back then, seventy-seven cities, and the farthest city were built at the end.

Of course, these rumors have turned into dust and smoke as time passes.

The remnants living in this place were all bullied by the new ruler Mormonism.

I was seriously injured and got sleepy before I talked for a long time. I fell asleep in a drowsy way again.

After a few days like this, my injuries improved a little, but I felt that the atmosphere in the cave began to become a little serious. Will there be quarrels? Badamu, who had always come to chat with me enthusiastically, would always be distracted and full of sorrow?

I asked what happened. Badam told me that there was not much food in the cave. If I stayed for another two days, I would probably have to go out to hunt and collect it.

In such a place with abundant food, in order to keep the food fresh, the Tatars generally do not store too much food, so after the ban order came out, the warehouse was empty within a few days.

Many young people in the clan suggested going out to find food, but Badam knew the dangers outside now and tried his best to fight, hoping that everyone would overcome the difficulties by controlling their food and ration.

I fell into silence when I heard Badam's words.

In fact, the reason why they are like this is because of me, but at this moment I don’t have the ability to participate in this discussion.

Two more days later, when the food was about to run out, hunger finally defeated reason. The Tatars organized a group of young people to venture out to find food.

Badam also suffered tremendous torture in prison and did not participate in this operation.

The team set off. After a while, when they came back, they did not bring back their prey, but instead brought back their companions' bodies.

It turned out that as Badam expected, someone from the Mormons searched around here and happened to bump into two hunting Tatars. The two sides clashed, one died on the spot, and the other was captured, and he refused to disclose any information. In the end, he was tortured and killed by the Mormons.

The other people who were hiding this scene were seen with their own eyes. After the Mormon people left venting their anger, they restrained their bodies and brought them back.

That day, I saw the funeral of the Tatars.

A group of people, both men, women, young and old, were all shirtless, dancing around the bonfire, singing sacrificial songs that I couldn't understand.

The song was not very nice, but it was miserable and desolate, as if it was directly pierced into people's hearts.

When the song reached its peak, they threw the washed dead into the fire, turning the man into ashes bit by bit.

The entire cave was filled with a burnt stench, but all the Tatars continued to jump without any sense of consciousness, as if they were in a carnival. Until the end, they had no strength and lay down next to the fire and fell asleep in a drowsy sleep.

Some young men and women will hug each other and turn to the darkness to reproduce.

As an outsider, I watched the whole process from the side, silently, and occasionally faced the strange eyes that the Tatars looked at.

This look made me feel ashamed, feeling that I might not be able to recover from my injuries as leisurely as I did a few days ago.

That day, no one had anything to eat.

Due to hunger, I slept very early. Half-wake-up, someone pushed me. I sat up alertly and protected my chest with both hands. Seeing that the man was Odama, I relaxed my guard and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Odama whispered to me: "Anoun, don't make a sound, follow me!"

I saw that although he was sneaky, his silver eyes were full of concern. Without asking any more questions, I got up, bent over and walked out with him.

Badam did not talk to me, and led me all the way out of the cave where the Tatars lived. He kept twisting in the darkness and came to a rock corner. He said to me: "Someone surrendered and wanted to hand you over. He also sent someone to inform me. I heard it, so we can't stay there."

He was anxious and angry, with anger on his face, but my eyes couldn't help but feel hot.

This guy actually betrayed his tribe members for me.

I don't know where to start, but at this moment, we saw a group of people approaching from a distance and walking into the Tatar cave.

After more than half an hour, the pedestrian left cursingly, and another strong bloody stream of blood drifted out of the entrance of the Tatars' cave.

Badam's body was shocked. When the people walked away, they rolled and crawled towards the cave.
Chapter completed!