In the past 20 years, Tibetan Buddhist research institutes have been established in various countries surrounding Tibetan areas, with the main purpose of finding a new technology that can completely translate Tibetan, centralizing and unifying those obscure and multi-dialect Tibetan languages, recodifying the only language that can pass through Tibetan areas, organically uniting the monasteries, tribes, and villages on both sides of the Himalayas, overcoming language difficulties, excavating many excellent things in Tibet, and living a new life in Tibet that protects national culture and carries forward national traditions.

On this basis, it is possible that a hidden culture like a mandala can be cracked more deeply and extensively, and become a part of the metaphysical culture of the Chinese nation. However, the process has been very slow, and there will be no significant progress for at least 50 years.

What the gun god did can be described as quick success to the extreme. Under the instruction of the "Queen of the North Sea", she hopes to make a career in a short period of time and become a cracker of the mandala, which is really child's play.

"I wish you all the best – but, in any case, I would like to say that the existence of the mandala is a miracle of Tibetan Buddhism, and that Rome should not be built in one day." I say.

The spear god nodded slightly: "Mr. Long, I have long expected you to say this. If it had been a few days ago, I might not have the courage to crack the mandala, and I wouldn't have dared to boast of this kind of seakou. But now, because of your presence, I dare say so. ”

I couldn't help but frown and wait for her to follow.

"Who are you?" The Spear God asked suddenly.

I smiled as she explained the philosophical and pointless question.

"I know that you are Mr. Long Fei from Hong Kong Island, and I also know that you have a close relationship with Lei Dongtian of Perak Tong, and I have also retrieved some secret video materials to restore your history in Causeway Bay. Those that only represent your past, not your present. In other words, if you're just a dragon boy in Causeway, it means nothing to me, and now, your name is—" The spear god slowly said a Tibetan name of at least sixteen syllables.

Translated into Chinese, that passage can be called "Thousand Mountains Sunset Rinpoche".

"Rinpoche" is an honorific title, and the official title of the Tibetan name is "Sunset on a Thousand Mountains."

"For many years in the past, you were revered by devotees as 'Rinpoche', the 'Guru of Tibetan Tantra'." The Gun God explained further.

I didn't refute it, and I didn't admit it.

The Spearhead did a lot of behind-the-scenes work to get to the bottom of everything that was going on around me.

In the secret chamber of the Wandering Ghost Country, I did meet the soul of a Tibetan master, and with his eyes, I saw many past events that transcended time and space. After that, his soul was wiped out and never existed again.

I wish I had the wisdom of that guru, but I don't want to carry his name empty, that would be meaningless.

"I have had a meeting with Guru Qianluo in my life, but I am not him, and he is not me. Your information is mistaken and you think that I am his descendant or reincarnated person, but in fact it is not at all, and it is impossible. I said.

"You are him, and you can't be wrong about that." The gun god said with certainty.

I am very aware that the god of the gun does not understand the mandala. The "understanding" she said was only based on the knowledge of classics and the theory of writing, and did not enter the level of practice at all.

In her opinion, if there was some wisdom of the Thousand Fallen Masters in my mind, I would be able to crack the safe of this inner mandala and make it the Noah's Ark of the "Queen of the North Sea" through time and space. She thinks too simply, seeing time and space as a performance, as long as she does a good job of behind-the-scenes scheduling, she can completely fit every link and achieve the ultimate goal step by step.

"Alright, don't waste any time." I shook my head, "If that's all you know about the mandala, let's stop this farce." I said.

Tibetan secrets, mandalas, prayer wheels, prayer flags and other unique magical objects in the snowy region all have their own exclusive meanings, and it is impossible to pile them up indiscriminately, and it is hoped that they will produce magical effects immediately.

"Master Qianluo, you must know that the 'Queen of the North Sea' will be the new master of the northern power, leading the country to light and glory......" The spear god did not want to give up lobbying.

Having heard enough, I shook my head, closed my eyes, and refused to speak to her again.

A truly meaningful conversation must take place between two people of equal intelligence and close knowledge, otherwise it will be a waste of each other's time.

The Spear God is still too young, and even if she can lead other young people to serve the "Queen of the North Sea" together, it can only represent her ability to work.

Wisdom is an innate instinctive element of human beings, not something that is not hard to work hard and do not do one's duty.

"Master Qianluo-Mr. Long, I didn't expect you to be so stubborn!" The spearman whispered angrily.

I closed my eyes and shook my head: "Whatever you say, with our current strength, we just think that our life is too long." ”

The most terrible thing about the mandala is that it destroys people's spirits and makes people have all kinds of strange and unpredictable thoughts. If an ordinary person strays into the mandala, he only suffers himself; If the leader of a country, the commander of the army, enters it, it will be a country or even the whole planet that will suffer.

Based on the above, I don't dare to act rashly, otherwise it is very easy to harm others and myself.

"God of Medicine, God of Death, come back, collect the troops." The spearman shouted out of the car.

I hope this is the end of this matter, and whoever keeps the Ugin Dark Iron Key in the end will not act recklessly, or else they will be killing themselves.

"Hey, come back, collect the troops, collect the troops—" The spear god repeated twice, suddenly muttering to himself in surprise, "Why don't you come back?" Deaf? ”

I heard the sound of the car door, and then the footsteps of the gun god jumping out of the car and heading for the safe.

"The only ones who can really unlock the secrets of the mandala are the lamas in Tantra. They have practiced in the snowy region all their lives, and their bodies have become one with the Dharma, people are Buddhas, Buddhas are people, the world around them is the mandala, and the mandala is the world around them. Only then will their minds enter the mandala, like wanderers returning home, with déjà vu everywhere and no sense of strangeness. In that kind of situation, they will never be harmed and bewitched by the mandala, and they will be free in body and mind, and they can come and go as they please. "I can't help but sigh.

In the past 30 years, many political, economic, and commercial figures in the Central Plains, after suffering frustrated blows, often traveled west to Tibet, abandoning everything and entering monasteries to practice. Those people who want to use Tantric Buddhism to relieve their physical and mental troubles and seek a pure land, often end up with nothing and have to return to the red dust.

The so-called cultivation is not utilitarian, there is nothing to ask for, and there is nothing to gain, and it is a higher state of "emptiness, the mind is the world" than the "Bodhi Tree and the Mirror Table".

Ordinary people can't do it, and I can't do it. Therefore, even if the Spear God pointed out the relationship between me and Master Qianluo, I would do my duty and never act rashly.

What is certain is that to date, not one of the six billion people in the world dares to claim to be able to crack the mandala. Of course, many demonic warlocks have broken through certain boundaries and can reconstruct the so-called "new mandala", but that is just one of the evil arts, similar to the "memory palace" invented by modern extreme mathematicians, it is all a "brain game" built by consuming the brain cells of the wise, which does not contribute to the evolution of human civilization, but is a kind of regression.

As I mentioned above, "Only the lama understands the mandala", and in the same way, those who understand the mandala are disdainful of spreading the truth about the mandala to the outside world. In their values, the mandala is the mandala and the world is the world, and the two do not need to communicate at all and cannot communicate. The knowledge, mirrors, pictures, and history they have acquired from the mandala have nothing to do with the real world, so there is no need to say it.

Therefore, as a certain great trans-century wise man in the Vatican said, "Tibetan Buddhism is self-contained, self-contained, self-contained, self-contained, and self-contained, and does not need to be cracked or mixed by outsiders at all." The mandala is the barrier that separates the true cultivator from the pseudo-practitioner. Outside the mandala, Hongchen and Zen Buddhism are mixed, and you can joke and talk loudly; In the mandala, it should be silent and silent, it should be hard to think hard, and it should be painstakingly studied, which is completely the germination and madness of self-consciousness. The mandala is the greatest contribution of Tibetan Buddhism to the world's religions, and similarly, the mandala is also the most profound teaching left by Tibetan Buddhism to the world. ”

Lei Dongtian once visited the wise man of the Vatican, and these words were personally translated and recorded by him in Italian and English, word by word, and they were by no means false.

Therefore, although we are now facing a safe under the capital, what it contains is an unfathomable world of mountains and rivers.

It was suddenly quiet outside, and there was no movement after the gun god left.

I opened my eyes and stepped forward to look over the safe.

The god of medicine and the god of death were still standing five steps away from the safe, maintaining a stiff posture of looking forward, but they did not see the god of spear.

I realized that the situation had changed, so instead of getting out of the car, I jumped into the driver's seat, started the car, and slowly moved forward. In this way, once in distress, you can pick up those people and leave directly.

The car reached the front of the safe, and I vaguely caught a glimpse of three people lying in the safe. Two of them are naturally Electric Falcon and Lady Ice, and the third person is the last spear god to get off the car.

I honked the horn continuously, but nothing was heard from everyone.

"Get in the car, get in the car......" I poked my head out of the window and shouted to the god of medicine and death.

Suddenly, I felt a huge attraction coming from the safe, as if I was facing a huge industrial suction pump, and my body involuntarily left my seat and moved forward. What's even more terrifying is that even the car was sucked in, and my foot had already pressed the brake pedal, but it still moved slowly, and finally the front wheel hit the safe with a click.

I smell a dusty, dry smell in the air, which is usually the only thing I feel like when I'm in a desert storm.

"Hurry—" I was about to scream, but I found an even more terrifying truth, even the sound was sucked up by the safe, and it couldn't be transmitted at all.

With a plop, the god of medicine fell to the ground.

I could see that he was also controlled by the suction, and his clothes were shaking.

Later, the clothes were torn by the unseen wind, and the skin was exposed. After that, his flesh was torn apart, and he quickly entered the safe, leaving only a skeleton on the floor. In the end, even the skeleton was torn apart, and all of them entered the safe, and the person of the god of medicine disappeared from the world.