"Kong Kang. Top Master! ”

"Wood. Master Jiang Tso! ”

The chubby man in a striped linen dress is a hole daring. Wooden with a black and thin face and a light white cloth Tibetan robe. Master Jiang Tso, not long after walking out of a cultivation cave carved in the stone wall of the Slow Mountain, Master Sanji, who was wearing an off-white Dharma robe, a blue high-topped Dharma hat and thousand-feuille shoes, spotted the two of them from afar, walked quickly to the two of them, folded his hands, and whispered in Mandarin with a Tibetan accent,

Seeing that Master Sanji pays so much attention to etiquette, Kong Dang, who is fat. Ding casually wiped his fingers that had eaten air-dried beef on his linen clothes, and looked at the black thin wood on the side with a playful look. Guru Jiang Tso, in Mu. After Master Jiang Tso replied with the eyes that only you are so virtuous, the two of them joined together and folded their hands and watched Lama Sanchi return the salute.

"Master Sanchi, we didn't lie to you, we have already found you for foreign help, Shangqin. Danba's old fox wants to reap the benefits of Gurujiang Temple, I think it's very difficult! ”

Kong Kang. After returning to the ritual, a pair of large and divine black eyes had already looked over from the side of Master Sanji, who was standing on the dirt slope outside the cultivation cave, and saw that it was indeed Song Xiaoshuang and several of his companions who were walking towards the cultivation cave with a travel backpack on their backs. Only then did he withdraw his gaze and look at Master Sanji again, speaking Mandarin with a southwestern accent in a slightly happy tone.

"Kong Kang. Top Master, Shang Qin. Danba is a living Buddha of Shangqin Temple in Nepal, and his cultivation is extremely high.

Guru Sanji didn't look at Kong Kang, who seemed to be just a few years older than himself. Ding's words had any dissatisfaction, he knew that this old man who looked fat and even had a chubby face was the inheritor of the primitive religion in the southwest frontier, with amazing medical and witchcraft skills, and he was able to stand beside the primitive Bon world. Master Jiang Cuo became a spiritual friend, not without two brushes, it looks like Kong Dare. Master Ding was cynical and looked like an old child, but in fact, Master Sanji knew that it was just the skin of a cultivator. Don't be really, Kong Dare. Master Ding's mental cultivation for Sanji is not as good as his own sigh.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Master Sanchi's expression became serious, or the old thing was recalled, hoping that the two masters would help Gu Rujiang Monastery, the Shangqin of Shangqin Monastery in Nepal. The Living Buddha of Dampa is a very strong tantric master, and Guru Sanji himself feels extremely stressed.

In his opinion, even if Song Xiaoshuang and his entourage, who are in their thirties, really understand the primitive Bon cultivation method, they will not help much in this catastrophe faced by Gurujiang Temple, Song Xiaoshuang is too young after all, and he is not a Tibetan cultivator. Guru Sanji was skeptical and thought that the two masters would have to help him personally.

"Sanji, you have been practicing penance in the cultivation cave for many years for the sake of the classics, and you are also humble in the Yongzhong Bon Sect, so you don't go to Ding Qing's Zizhu Monastery, just guard the ancient Rujiang Temple, this acre and three points of land, Nepal's Shangqin Temple seems to be prepared this time, but we are not afraid, there is a saying you should know. Blue out of the blue and better than blue, rest assured, with us, the ancient Rujiang Temple or the ancient Rujiang Temple will not change"

It looks like a gust of wind can blow down a black and thin wood. Guru Jiang Tso. His deep eyes looked at Song Xiaoshuang and his party who were about to walk in, and he was noncommittal to Master Sanji's cautious words and deeds, and whispered in Tibetan at an unhurried pace.

Wood. Master Jiang Tso's words Sanji will still listen to it, and Yongzhong Bon originated from the primitive Bon religion in Tibet. Wood. Although Master Jiang Tso is not a monk in any monastery, he is a primitive Bon physician and shaman who is believed by the Tibetans in Sichuan, Gansu, and Tibetan areas. Master Jiang Cuo is really a senior master who carried forward the Bon tradition. He is low-key and unassuming, and is highly respected by believers in Bon.

On such a question of right and wrong, Sanji intentionally or unintentionally blurred the concept of Yongzhong Bon and the original Bon.

In the view of Master Sanchi, Yongzhong Bon was born from the primitive Bon of the ancient Zhangxiong civilization, which is a unique religion in early Tibet, and is completely different from those sects of Tibetan Buddhism, although due to the complex struggle between Yongzhong Bon and Tibetan Buddhism, Yongzhong Bon has to carry out some religious rituals and rituals, which looks a little like Tibetan Buddhism, but because of various reasons, Bon is still in a state of decline on the whole, so that often people in the world think that Yongzhong Bon is a branch of Tibetan Buddhism, but in fact, the roots of the two are two different thingsIt is for the predecessors who ran around to promote Bon. Guru Jiang Tso, Guru Sanji himself has always been quite respected.

Wood. Before Master Jiang Cuo's words fell, Song Xiaoshuang had already walked closer to Anna.

"Uncle Kong!"

"Wood. Master Jiang Tso! ”

While Song Xiaoshuang and Anna were whispering almost at the same time, Song Xiaoshuang's hands were gesturing with handprints and Kong Kang, which were difficult for others to understand. Uncle Top, as well as wood. Master Jiang Cuo's salute, his mudra has many changes, from the Yunnan frontier primitive religious shaman's mudra and Tibetan primitive Bon shaman's inheritance of different understandings of the unique mudra (mudras exist in sects all over the world, in addition to practicing the sect's inheritance mudra, the disciples of various sects have to develop their own unique mudras according to their own practice and comprehension of the sect's classics, so that a thousand people have a thousand mutras of a thousand mudras to resist the enemy, increase their strength, etc., It is difficult for outsiders who are not disciples of this sect to perceive the difference between these mudras from subtlety, thinking that they are all exactly the same, but in fact it is just a hypothetical idea).

Kong Kang. Top master and wood. Guru Jiang Tso quickly returned the salute with the corresponding mudra, and of course the mudras of the two also carried their understanding of the practice, and the mudra style was also very unique.

Because Anna is not the inheritor of the two religious shamans, there is no need to salute with mudras, but just fold her hands together to perform the ritual, and the two masters also return the salute with their hands folded with a peaceful face.

Without waiting for a greeting after the ceremony, Zhuge Hanyu, Sima Yuru and Lori's big-breasted sister paper, who deliberately fell behind, have also rushed to the outside of the slow mountain cultivation cave located in the yellow color, facing the two masters who were born in the heterogeneous commission and the predecessor institution, Zhuge Hanyu naturally looked extraordinarily respectful, and Sima Yuru performed the ceremony of folding his hands together. Top master and wood. Master Jiang Tso, Mu. Master Jiang Cuo just nodded slightly and returned the salute, without saying much, and he has always had the temperament of an old child. Speaking with a smile on his face, he motioned to Zhuge Hanyu and Sima Yu to be the same as Song Xiaoshuang. Just call him uncle, any master, it's all bullshit.

Kong Kang. The straightforward and somewhat funny words suddenly shortened the sense of distance between several people, and it no longer seemed so rusty, which made Zhuge Hanyu and Sima Yuru a little surprised, it looked like Yang Yifan, who was in her early twenties playing soy sauce, except for Xiang Mu. In addition to the chorus salute, Master Jiang Cuo shouted Uncle Kong with a smile on his face, but the salute was a strange handprint.

Zhuge Hanyu thought secretly. Kong Kang. When did Uncle Ding accept her as a wizard inheritor? I didn't know any clues about this before!

Seeing that Zhuge Hanyu and Sima Yuru were full of surprise, Song Xiaoshuang quickly explained simply.

It turned out that Yang Yifan's sister paper had always wanted to learn wizard skills. Uncle Ding saw that she still had some understanding, so he instructed Song Xiaoshuang to teach him a few handprints of Yunnan frontier wizards, and now Yang Yifanmei's handprints are handprints that she has comprehended herself, and it is also difficult for others to imitate, even if they can imitate, they can't have any effect of cultivating and resisting the enemy.

This matter was done in such a secret manner that even though the Anomalous Investigation Committee had a wide range of sources, it had no way of knowing about it.

After some pleasantries. Kong Kang. Ding promised Yang Yifan sister that he would teach her a few more wizard handprints when he had time, and this time Song Xiaoshuang would not teach him instead, but he would teach it himself. Yang Yifan was secretly proud, but it was difficult to see on his face that after staying with two black-bellied masters like Anna and Song Xiaoshuang for a long time, Yang Yifan, who was originally very smart, had already become calm and relieved. Naturally, he knew that it was still the main matter of the investigation task, and what Uncle Kong said would not count.

Everyone left the stone wall cultivation cave of Slow Mountain together. Walking along the dry sandy slope with sparse plateau meadows and wild grasses blooming nameless wildflowers to the ancient Rujiang Temple under the mountain, during which he bypassed a lot of five-colored prayer flags that were tied to stones and mounds with ropes, and the walk was not fast, in Song Xiaoshuang's inquiry, Master Sanji finally brought the cause of what kind of catastrophe there will be in the ancient Rujiang Temple in the near future, Song Xiaoshuang after careful consideration, his expression appeared cautiously and said that since he had arrived at the ancient Rujiang Temple, the matter of the dispute over the classics could be helped, and he could not let any living Buddha in Nepal succeed in Tibet.

Everyone deliberated carefully, and unconsciously bypassed the huge white courtyard wall of Gurujiang Temple from the gentle slope, knocked on the gate of Gurujiang Temple, and the young monk who opened the door saw that it was the Sanji Guru of the temple and Mu. Master Jiang Cuo and his entourage hurriedly opened the gate, and the group continued to discuss for a long time in the side hall of the ancient Rujiang Temple. Top and wood. Jiang Cuo continued to rest in the living room of the monks of Gurujiang Temple, while Song Xiaoshuang and the others left Gurujiang Temple and returned to the large off-road RV parked on the grass by the river, and after eating some food, they washed up, rested, meditated, and practiced.

As usual, one is to avoid suspicion and the other is out of the actual need for meditation practice (after all, the space on the RV is relatively small, and the staff of the Heterogeneous Investigation Committee who was scheduled to meet is not here, which is actually equivalent to Song Xiaoshuang, a man and a few women staying in the car, there are indeed many inconveniences, from the time he flew to Tibet, he was looking for a hotel opened by Tibetan villagers to stay separately), Song Xiaoshuang quietly left the RV and went to the nearby Slow Mountain no one to practice ancient martial arts and alien skills to increase his skills.

As soon as he left, Anna followed, leaving only Yang Yifan, Sima Yuru and Zhuge Hanyu, who had long been familiar with this, in the RV, staying awake in the cab of the RV in order, guarding the eight-meter-long RV that was enough for more than a dozen people to live in until the sky was bright and Song Xiaoshuang and Anna came back.

According to the particularity and complexity of the task of this trip, it is one of the measures that must be carried out every night when someone is on alert while others are resting, and it is inconceivable that there are members of various forces and organizations in Tibet for a long time, and the calm of a lake of clear water has long been broken, and it is difficult to say that no one will carry out a sneak attack on a group of people, and it is unthinkable without such preventive measures.

The next day close to noon, parked on the grass by the river off-road RV has long disappeared, several Mitsubishi and Mercedes-Benz large off-road vehicles with Tibetan license plates, all the way up dust, extremely fast from the end of the sandstone road in the valley to the direction of the ancient Rujiang Temple, the off-road vehicle does not slow down straight from the side of the Tibetan bungalow to the gate of the ancient Rujiang Temple not far away, only then in the piercing brakes have slowed down and stopped, the stirred up sand and dust has been the ancient Rujiang Temple white courtyard wall arranged dozens of bronze prayer wheels are covered, The screeching sound of brakes has caused the two Tibetan mastiffs fed in their homes to bark fiercely.

In the minds of a few Tibetan children playing with two Tibetan mastiffs at the entrance of the village, these outsiders were so rampant that for the first time in their memory, they opened their fangs and puffed out a thick body of dog hair, and kept barking in a low voice to indicate that they did not welcome these outsiders.

Seeing that these people were so arrogant, the few Tibetans who were resting and chatting at the door of their homes already understood that these people had come to the ancient Rujiang Temple to provoke, and now the Tibetans have a very good eyesight, and immediately beckoned the children of each family to hurry back to their own houses.

The two Tibetan mastiffs stopped barking at the shouts of their masters, and stood on the gravel road, two pairs of dog eyes stared at a large group of people who got off several off-road vehicles, they already knew that these outsiders were similar to the monks of Gurujiang Temple, with short hair on the top of their heads and wearing crimson robes or something, but how could these people be too different from the monks of Gurujiang Temple? The monks of Gurujiang Temple are extremely friendly to them.

Before the two Tibetan mastiffs really understood why, they had already whimpered and ran back to the Tibetan house from the highway with their tails between their legs, just because from an off-road vehicle, a monk who looked to be in his sixties wearing a crimson robe and a strong figure with long and short hair on his head stood near the wall of the ancient Rujiang monastery and glared at them, and the powerful invisible pressure instantly made the two Tibetan mastiffs feel as if they were stabbed by needles, this feeling was too real, and the instinct of the animals made them choose to retreat, I knew that the monk in his sixties was far more powerful than the lone wolf and the snow leopard, and knew that if I didn't run, my life would be at risk.

Who said that Tibetan mastiffs are stupid and brainless and just know how to bite people, these two Tibetan mastiffs are good proof, they are completely different from the same kind of people who have been raised in cages.

Several off-road vehicles came down together with nearly 20 monks of different ages wearing crimson robes, their faces were similar to ordinary Tibetan people, but their faces lacked some plateau red brought by the sun, and their complexion looked whiter than the skin of ordinary Tibetans, led by the sixty-year-old monk who made the Tibetan mastiff retreat, the sleeveless crimson robe was a golden stand-up collar slanted shirt, and there were exquisite Buddhist beads and bracelets on the neck and arms without sleeves, and the bearing of a superior person was highlighted. Immediately distinguished him from the monks around him who were only wearing crimson robes and white stand-up collared shirts.

The monk was accompanied by several middle-aged monks in their fifties who had shaved their heads as clean as leather balls, and the rest of the monks were in their thirties and twenties, and their shaved hair on the top of their heads was both new and old, so that some could see long and shallow short hair, while others had only blue scalp hair that had not yet grown.

With such a big battle, it is obvious that no one in Gurujiang Temple will come out to squeak, so don't talk about anything.

The gate of Gurujiang Temple was wide open, and Master Sanji, who was wearing a white robe and a high blue hat, appeared at the gate with a few monks who lived in the temple, Master Sanji was modest, and when the dust was not completely calmed down, he had already folded his hands, looking at the monk with a golden shirt in a golden shirt with a cold look on his face more than ten meters away, and said in a tone as gentle as possible: "Shangqin. Danba Living Buddha, there is no Tripitaka manuscript of the ancient country of Zhangxiong in the ancient Rujiang Temple, or go to Ding Qing's Zizhu Temple to find it"

"Sanji, you don't talk to me, Ding Qing's Zizhu Temple is the base camp of Yongzhong Bon, the master in the temple is like a cloud, the Tibetan Cultural Management Committee and relevant departments have started the Chinese translation project of the Tripitaka Sutra, how can I covet it, I just want to borrow the unique five volumes of the Zhangxiong Tripitaka collected by the ancient Rujiang Temple, do you borrow it or not?"

Shangqin. The words of the Living Buddha of Dampa are sarcastic to break the loopholes in Guru Sanchi's words, and the words are extremely powerful, in his opinion, Sanchi is not his opponent at all, and this text is borrowed (to be continued. )