Three tributaries of Langchen Zangbo (Xiangquan River) converge between the soil forest and the gentle mountain valley, the river flows endlessly from the northeast to the southwest for thousands of years, the soil forest and the gentle mountain with the yellow color of the earth, only dotted with some plateau meadow plants and low shrubs, the whole river valley presents a protracted and vast scene.

Only the countless five-colored prayer flags hanging on the ropes on the slopes of the Gentle Mountain (also known as the five-color wind horse flag, the colors are white, yellow, red, green, blue, mostly cloth texture infected with pigments and printed with various scriptures), and a huge monastery at the bottom of the mountain indicate that there are still Tibetan practitioners practicing here.

The monastery stands on the gravel flat ground on one side of the valley, the white-walled monastery is surrounded by flagpoles and ropes, and countless multicolored prayer flags are hung around the white walled monastery, and there are several Tibetan-style houses on one side of the monastery, and a gravel road winds through the open space between the Tibetan village and the monastery, disappearing into view along the bank of the river that merges in one place.

The walls and buildings of the temple are white temples, which is the ancient Rujiang Temple of Yongzhong Bon that is very rare in the Ali area, because it is located in a remote area and is a Bon temple that few people have heard of, there are few tourists on weekdays, and few people come.

Bon advocates white and blue, white symbolizes the baby-like pure thinking, and blue is the color of the Tibetan sky, through the color of the temple walls and buildings, it can be very good to distinguish the Bon monastery from the Tibetan Buddhist monastery, although today's Yongzhong Bon and Tibetan Buddhist practice concept you have me, I have you, it is difficult for outsiders who are initially in contact with Tibetan practice to really distinguish between the two, but after in-depth exploration, it can be found that the two are actually completely different religious systems.

The time has come to the afternoon, the sun's rays are obliquely shining on the surface of the rushing river, at the end of the field of vision, a few plateau vultures on the ridge cut through the sky and disappeared at the end of the sky, a somewhat exaggerated painted silver-gray off-road RV galloped all the way from the gravel road of the slow mountain valley, and countless dry sand and dust rolled up at the rear of the car. As we approached the Tibetan village, the speed of the RV slowed down rapidly.

After continuing to move forward for dozens of meters, the off-road RV with a length of more than eight meters was parked on the riverbank grass near the Tibetan house, Yang Yifan, who was wearing a light blue casual sports suit and carrying a small travel backpack, was the first to stand on the dry rocky sandy ground with two pedals from the wide open RV door, and then Song Xiaoshuang, Anna, Sima Yuru, and Zhuge Hanyu in various costumes also left the RV and prepared to go to the ancient Rujiang Temple to meet Kong Kang. Top Uncle and Wood. Guru Jiang Tso.

Seeing that everyone left the RV, Yang Yifan pressed a remote control key button on the belt around her waist, and the wide-open RV door and cab window were automatically closed. Song Xiaoshuang and the others followed.

A small number of Tibetan men, women, and young villagers dressed in leather and cloth Tibetan robes and wearing felt hats on their heads were not surprised that Song Xiaoshuang and his party were preparing to visit the ancient Rujiang Temple, although there were typical gringos (referring to Anna) in the group, and the villagers only regarded the group as foreign tourists introduced by the Tibetan Cultural Affairs Council or the Religious Affairs Bureau to visit the ancient Rujiang Temple. Among them, the most prominent is Zhuge Hanyu, this slightly chubby woman with black bright short hair looks very imposing wherever she goes, and she has the demeanor of a national cadre. It's hard not to get the attention of the villagers.

Facing the eyes of the villagers, Song Xiaoshuang and his entourage walked past the villagers with their hands folded and whispered the etiquette of Tashi Delek (auspicious Ruyi), and walked straight to the ancient Rujiang Temple. Seeing that these outsiders can follow the local customs. The villagers quickly forgot about the few people who walked by, intentionally or unintentionally, and did what they had to do.

The group did not follow a row of brass prayer wheels erected on the temple wall, but reverently marched counterclockwise to pray (the Bon route is different from the Tibetan Buddhism, which is the dominant Tibetan Buddhism, one is counterclockwise and the other is clockwise). Because none of the people in the group were devout religious believers, although Song Xiaoshuang had obtained the wood. The teachings of Guru Jiang Tso, but that is related to the primitive Bon religion. Some branches of the primitive Bon religion did not pray for prayers, so the group just walked straight to the gate of the ancient Rujiang Temple.

The closed gate of Gurujiang Temple, not long after Yang Yifan's sister gently tapped her fingers a few times to make a crisp sound, the door was opened a gap, and a young monk wearing a white high-necked shirt and a sleeveless cloth robe in a single crimson color outside, at most in his twenties, with short hair and an elfish appearance, appeared on the side of the gate with his hands folded, looking at the group of men and women in front of him with a puzzled expression.

For Yang Yifan's proud figure and lolita face that will attract people's attention wherever she goes in the mainland, the young monk just looked at it slightly and then turned his gaze to the few people behind her, don't look at him He is only in his twenties, and his eyesight is not low.

"Tashi Delek, little Aka (Aka is the name given to ordinary monks in Tibet), we are here to visit Mu. Master Jiangcuo's! ”

Yang Yifan's sister paper has some admiration for this young monk of the same age as her, it is estimated that he has obtained a certain religious title (monks must have a student status and obtain a title for cultivation), and has a certain level of knowledge, which is much more pious and professional than some temple monks in the mainland who have been seriously secularized and full of copper smell, knowing that seeing people is not just the appearance but a window deep into the soul can know, Yang Yifan folded his hands in front of his chest, looking at the young monk speaking Tibetan in a calm tone.

"Tashi Delek, a few of them are Kong Kang. Top master and wood. A friend of Guru Jiang Tso? Guru Sanji has been waiting for you for a long time, please come with me! ”

The young monk's face showed a slight expression of joy, and he spoke Tibetan with respect, and opened the door wide to signal the group standing outside the door to enter the monastery.

The change in the expression on the young monk's face attracted the attention of Song Xiaoshuang, Zhuge Hanyu and others, Song Xiaoshuang's Tibetan language level was extremely poor, and it was difficult to understand what he was talking about, but there was a foreign girl Anna beside him, through the eye contact between the two, Song Xiaoshuang already knew that the young monk welcomed everyone into the ancient Rujiang Temple was certain.

But the young monk's happy look made Song Xiaoshuang and Anna's expressions become solemn, Gu Rujiang Temple may face some great difficulties, otherwise the young monk who is dedicated to cultivation will not listen to Yang Yifan's sister paper, and his face will show joy. Could it be that Gu Rujiang Temple really has any difficulties that are difficult to solve, and it is not possible to expect to get outside help?

As soon as the group stepped into the gate, the young monk in the sleeveless crimson robe closed the gate quickly, and led the group through the somewhat large and empty courtyard to the main hall of the temple.

There are not many monks in Gurujiang Temple, according to Song Xiaoshuang learned in advance, a total of less than ten people, when the group hurriedly walked through the empty courtyard, only two young monks under the age of twenty were sweeping the sandy courtyard that seemed to be a little dry and occasionally weedy with a broom. After seeing Song Xiaoshuang and Anna and their party, they all folded their hands, and continued to clean the courtyard with only dust and grass clippings after Song Xiaoshuang and the others returned the salute.

Before approaching the main hall, a monk in his fifties who was thin and wearing an off-white robe and a blue high-topped hat had already appeared on the front steps of the hall paved with blue bricks on one side of the main hall.

"Oh, well, straight Moyesaled"

Yang Yifan's sister paper is very intelligent, and she knows that this monk should be the Sanji master that Xiao Aka called him. Responsible for managing the huge monastery and the small number of monks, the Bon mudra is not her strong point, or it is better to hand it over to the little brother to deal with it, after Yang Yifan just went up to the steps and performed the chorese to the master with a serious expression. She obediently stood aside and gave up her position, she couldn't handle the ritual activities of the incision mudra, and it was easy to make jokes. Song Xiaoshuang was the only one in the group who knew the most, and although his Tibetan language skills were extremely poor, it did not prevent him from having a deep understanding of the various meanings of the Bon mudra.

in the archives of the Institute of Human Sciences. However, it has a large collection of pictures and rubbings of various religious sect activities and rituals and various handprints, and few people deliberately delve into the study of esoteric mudra etiquette on weekdays, and the analysis of various research data is enough for Yang Yifan's sister to be busy.

"Oh, well, straight Moyesaled"

Song Xiaoshuang walked vigorously in front of Master Sanchi, while reciting the eight-character mantra of Bon in his mouth, his hands were compared to the strange mudra that is difficult for others to understand and even more difficult to imitate, his mudra style is completely different from that of Master Sanchi, and there is no hint of imitation in it, but this kind of person who does not know the trick thinks that the two of them do not correspond to the incision (compared to the mudra) at all, but this can only be the guess of the ignorant.

Noticing that Song Xiaoshuang, who was carrying a travel backpack, as he expected, it was difficult for others to imitate the unique mudra after the practitioner comprehended the cultivation method, but Master Sanji was visibly relieved, and spoke Mandarin with a Tibetan accent with a smile on his face.

"You are Song Xiaoshuang, sure enough, it is Kong Kang. The inheritor of the original religion valued by the top master, wood. Guru Jiang Cuo and Kong Kang. Master Ding said that your group will rush to Gurujiang Temple in a few days to help our temple relieve the crisis. Master Jiang Cuo really did not miss anything. ”

As Master Sanchi spoke, he had already gestured to the young monks in their twenties who were standing by to leave on their own, and the guests who entered the monastery were received by him, and the young monks bowed and quietly left.

"Guru Sanchi, Kong Kang. Top Uncle and Wood. Master Jiang Tso was not in the monastery and went to the cultivation cave on the mountain? ”

Song Xiaoshuang put his hands at his side freely, his eyes fixed on Master Sanji, and spoke in a low and powerful voice and a gentle tone.

Song Xiaoshuang has a lot of experience, and already knows that Master Sanji is a real Tibetan cultivator, and the spiritual power of refining the Bon classics is very strong, and he will not be blamed for using invisible spiritual power to explore the surrounding environment, Song Xiaoshuang's spiritual power exploration radius has returned to the peak level and increased slightly, has exceeded the radius of 90 meters. Top Uncle and Wood. Master Jiang Cuo was not in the temple, he should have gone to the cultivation cave on the mountain behind the temple to meditate and practice, and it was Song Xiaoshuang who asked.

As for Master Sanji's statement that Gurujiang Temple would have a catastrophe and needed external help, Song Xiaoshuang could not respond for the time being, so he decided to see Kong Kang. Top Uncle and Wood. It's not too late for Master Jiang Tso to talk about it later, since Master Sanji has clearly said that he wants a few of them to help each other. The idea taken by Master Jiang Cuo shows that things must not be simple. The relationship between Master Jiang Cuo, Song Xiaoshuang will still help with this favor, but he has to wait until he meets Mu. Master Jiang Cuo will talk about it later. Both sides are smart people, and there is no need to repeat the matter at the steps of the main hall.

"Please follow me"

Master Sanji's eyes flashed, and after his eyes were withdrawn from Song Xiaoshuang, he turned around and left the main hall and walked towards the courtyard wall on the side of the temple.

Led by Guru Sanji, the group walked past a monk's living room to the white-painted courtyard wall at the back, where Sanjay pulled open a small wooden door that had been closed with a wooden bolt and walked up the slope of the gentle mountain covered with five-colored prayer flags.

Walking on Song Xiaoshuang's side with a small travel backpack on her back, Anna looked at Yang Yifan's sister paper hanging at the end with a pair of bright silver eyes, and after Yang Yifan's sister paper returned to me and handed it to me, her figure disappeared from outside the courtyard wall in a flash, and everyone just followed Master Sanji to the mountain, and didn't care what Yang Yifan's sister paper was doing.

With a slight "squeak" sound, the wooden door behind everyone had been closed in the courtyard wall by Yang Yifan, who knew how to teleport skills for short distances, and then Yang Yifan teleported again and again beside Anna, pouting to indicate that it had been done, Anna just patted her shoulder and took her hand and walked quickly up the mountain.

After Anna's observation, Master Sanji, who was at the forefront, only continued to walk up the mountain after Yang Yifan's sister paper teleported again, and after a very short pause in his body, this Master Sanji was very strong in spirit, and Anna secretly scolded herself

In the earthy yellow color of the Slow Mountain Cultivation Cave, the age is close to sixty, the figure is fat, the hair is gray, and he wears striped linen clothes with a unique style of the southwest frontier ethnic Kong. Standing in the middle of the dimly lit and earthy yellow cave walls depicting the words of the Bon scriptures with paint, he stuffed air-dried beef into his chubby mouth with one hand, and his mouth was full of chewing and spitting around, and he did not forget to shout in Chinese with a southwestern accent to the depths of the cave: "Wood. Master Jiang Cuo, don't bother, Sanji is here with Song Xiaoshuang."

Kong Kang. The top voice did not fall, and a thin figure and Kong Dare. A thin Tibetan old man with similar long black hair and a light white cloth Tibetan robe has appeared in Kong Kang. On the top side, the old man looks dark like charcoal, but the deep eyes on the face of the national character are unforgettable, his hand is like a dry branch, holding a one-meter-long, black and somewhat curved cane made of unknown tree roots, and the deep eyes looked at Kong Kang, who was eating air-dried beef. Ding, with a strange smile on his face, said in a low voice: "Kong Kang. Top, Yang Yifan's little girl is coming, this is not in our expectation, do you have any plans to accept her as a wizard inheritor?"

"What's that, Yang Yifan's comprehension is there, wood. Master Jiang Cuo, let's wait until we have solved the problem of Gurujiang Temple."

The fat Kong dares. Eating beef on the top, he walked out of the cultivation cave with words in his mouth. Master Jiang Tso shook his head slightly, and then walked out. (To be continued.) )