"Alright, let's go." I say.

"I really can't figure out why all of a sudden, the situation has become so dire. In the last general election, the votes of both sides rose alternately, and it seems that they were not so embarrassed. Now it's like a nightmare. The Eagle Queen whispered.

"There is always a time to wake up from nightmares, let's go." I urged for the second time.

"Please wait for me outside the door for five minutes, I'll be over later." Said the Eagle Queen.

I nodded and opened the door gently.

It was quiet outside the door, and the guard had already left.

I stood in the hallway and closed the door with my backhand, leaving the queen a separate space to vent her emotions.

It's none of your business, hang high.

No one can understand the mood of the Eagle Queen at this moment, not even the family of Denki Hayabusa does not care as much about the president as she does. The relationship between men and women can never be clearly explained, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.

Now, I have gradually turned my mind to the Tibetan scripture mound.

Of course, if you don't get there, it's all empty talk. You have to be there to see more and understand more.

"Dade must take off, Cangcang Juande, Balatu, Jiangdi Bodi......" A burst of Tibetan chanting suddenly sounded in the corridor, the voice was low and bitter, as if it contained a tragic past that made people want to cry.

I took a deep breath to adjust my emotions and calm my mind so that I would not be controlled by the grief in the chanting.

"Ying De Yi Chang, Ba Chang Baddo, Dorad, Ying Ke Ba ......" The chanting voice was getting closer and closer, and it seemed to be slowly drifting from the end of the corridor on the right.

I looked to the right, and I couldn't see half of the figure, but the chanting kept moving, and it was easy to imagine an old Tibetan Buddhist monk chanting while walking.

"Who is chanting? It's not the nine – by the way, it's Guru Dan Masheng, the wise man who exists in the form of smoke. I quickly guessed where the chanting was coming from.

The nine Tibetan monks in red were under the mind control of the macaque race on the one hand, and by the iron bars of Turnesky on the other. The only one who can save them at this moment is Guru Dan Masheng.

It occurred to me that if the chanting of Guru Dan Ma Sheng could expel the "six-eared aberration" of the macaque species, would it also save the electric falcon?

"Master, I'm here." I turned my back upwards and condensed my thoughts into a "silent voice" and whispered into the void.

In traditional Chinese martial arts, there is the technique of "transmitting sound across the mountain", which can make a single sound to a certain person, and outsiders cannot hear it. My voice is more clever than "spreading sound across the mountains", and I have reached the realm of communication between "different language families and different races".

After only a few dozen seconds, I heard Guru Dan Masheng's response: "The demon is born and the Buddha is destroyed, and the Buddha will be in trouble." ”

"How's that to be?" I asked.

"I will do my best to turn into a demon suppression chant." Danma replied jerkily.

"Take care, Master." I could tell from his tone that the so-called "Zen singing" may be the last sad song in life.

Before Jing Ke assassinated Qin, he once composed a tragic song that shook the sky, and wrote a magnificent and fierce ending chapter for his life in advance.

When I read the ancient Assassin biographies, I knew the overtones of Jing Ke's tragedy—he had already seen the moment of his own death in advance. The assassination of Qin was successful, and he died; The assassination of Qin was unsuccessful, and he also died. Regardless of the outcome, the fate of the Assassins was firmly tied to the word "death", from which they could never be freed.

Now, when I hear Dan Masheng's words, I feel the same as when I read the history of Jing Ke.

"Take care, take care." Dan Masheng's voice drifted away.

Less than ten seconds later, an ancient Tibetan song resounded through the hallway. What I heard was not only the singing, but also the monotonous "click" sound of the iron as they collided.

"Yang Jiang Yang Jiang, Da Ma Jia, Yang Jiang Amalado ......" Tibetan song is similar to the tune of the Northwest Xintianyou, which is originally bleak and long, like crying and complaining, and now with the addition of that kind of monotonous accompaniment, it seems more and more empty and sad.

"Yin Yang Road, Nai He Bridge, Wangxiang Terrace, Meng Po Soup, Huangquan Road......" In the song of the Demon Suppression Zen, I only thought of this.

At the same time, I felt an endless killing force in that desolate singing.

The real masters of attack and kill often bury their murderous intentions behind a lot of disguises, seemingly indisputable and relaxed, but in fact, they have already arrived in the city, just waiting for a fatal blow.

There is a saying in the war book that "the mourning soldier will win", but this time, I have little hope for Guru Dan Ma Sheng's actions.

"He's begging for death." That's my conclusion.

Buddhism has a cloud: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha. ”

Lei Dongtian has always admired the fearless spirit of sacrifice of Zen Buddhism, and has warned his Perak disciples countless times not to talk about "money" with their mouths closed, but to save the common people and purify the rivers and lakes as their own responsibility. However, although his ideas are good, they are difficult to implement on Hong Kong Island.

"What if Danma is dead and the macaques are still alive?" I asked myself.

This is no longer a simple question of "killing or not killing", and if it is not solved at the root, there will be endless troubles in the future.

As soon as the door opened, the Eagle Queen walked out with her head bowed.

"Let's go—what's the sound?" She heard the ancient Tibetan songs wafting through the corridor, and suddenly looked up with a look of horror on her face.

"It's Master Dan Masheng's Demon Suppression Zen Singing." I replied in a low voice.

"Damada, Dradil, Empty Ragasiga......" The voice became deeper and lower, as if the singer had lost his strength, and his body slowly fell down.

"It's ...... Failed to suppress demons? The Eagle's brow furrowed.

"Not necessarily, not necessarily ......" I can't answer the eagle queen's question, but judging from my intuition, "demon suppression" is not something that can be finished in a few minutes, and there must be a stalemate process.

"Let's go." I say.

"But do we have to listen to this song and see the results before leaving?" The Eagle Queen asked.

I shook my head slowly: "There is no need, everyone must act separately now and launch a rescue plan from all means." ”

After this paragraph, I still have a sentence that I haven't said - "After the demon suppression chanting is over, the demon is born and the demon dies, then it will be too late for anything." ”

The Eagle Queen and I took the elevator up and into the above-ground garage.

She started a black SUV and determined the route to the Tibetan Scripture Tomb on the navigator.

"My wine is already sober, and this is the fastest way, about forty minutes to get there." She said.

I put on my seat belt and thought about it with my head down, then clicked on the navigator, chose the farthest and longest of all the routes to the shrine, and told the Eagle Queen, "Take this one." ”

"This?" The Eagle Queen started the car, and although she had doubts, she still nodded, "Okay, let's go this way." However, it will take us at least an hour and a half to get there, and that will have to be if the traffic is not too congested. ”

The car left the building and quickly merged into the traffic of the capital's streets.

The northern country has a vast territory and sparsely distributed residential areas, and even in the capital, the traffic flow is not congested. Especially compared to the "congestion" on Hong Kong Island, the traffic situation is already quite smooth.

"Mr. Long, what are you worried about?" The Eagle Queen asked.

I smiled slightly: "As a spy officer, you should be in a state of suspicion all the time. I suspect that there are not only spies from other countries in the capital, but also lurkers from the macaque race. According to the Western proverb, when you see a cockroach on the kitchen countertop, there must already be a thousand cockroaches in the house. ”

When ordinary girls hear the word "cockroach", they will tremble all over and show disgust.

The Eagle Queen was different, turning the steering wheel around the roundabout and calmly responding: "Killing one, killing a thousand cockroaches is the same for me." In the same way, in the course of the operation to save the president, those who stand in the way will die. ”

I looked out of the car, the sky was high and cloudy, and the sky was clear.

On such a good day, the people of the capital may wish to have a cheerful picnic, or simply do nothing, just sit in the garden and balcony in a daze, thinking about their thoughts, that is the normal life of a person. As for the people in the rivers and lakes, in addition to fighting and killing, they are rushing in a hurry, and they will never have peace in their lives. What's even more sad is that the rivers and lakes are a big dye vat, and once you step in, there is no time to exit.

"Ugh." I involuntarily sighed.

"Mr. Long, I just found out, you also sigh?" The Eagle Queen laughed.

I was startled, awakened by my sigh.

"Of course, everybody sighs." I quietly coped with the Eagle Queen's ridicule, but I was already aware that it was Guru Dan Masheng's "Demon Suppression Chanting" that affected my mood, and I was extremely depressed.

According to Tibetan documents, when Songtsen Gampo, the king of Tibet, was in power, he sacrificed tens of thousands of warriors in order to "suppress demons", and he owed too much in conscience, which directly led to mental depression in his later years, and he had to rely on chanting sutras from morning to night every day to make up for his mistakes.

I heard Dan Masheng's "Zen chanting" and realized that he would never return, embarking on a road of no return, so I felt sad for him. The reason why I can appreciate his fearlessness and great sacrifice spirit is precisely because I am also the same person, and I am also heading for a road of no return.

"My old grandmother said that sighing takes away good luck. So, she never made us sigh, but taught us to keep smiling even when we spilled milk. The Eagle Queen said.

After all, the tears on her face have not dried at the moment, and the knot in her eyebrows has not been loosened.

"Yes, there is also a saying on Hong Kong Island. Okay, listen to the music, relax, at least we have an hour to let go of ourselves. I said.

The Eagle Queen nodded: "Yes, among the sword lights, an hour of relaxation time is especially precious. ”

She turned on the car's record player, and the piano music sounded melodiously.

"Your capital should be one of the few big cities in the world that doesn't have traffic jams and noise." I say it from the bottom of my heart.

Outside, there are many old buildings on both sides of the street, most of which are more than 200 years old, and the moss on the bluestone pedestal shows a lush deep blue color, obscuring the carvings on them.

The past wars did not leave much trauma on this city, which is greatly inferior to all the cities in the Central Plains.

"Yes, according to the latest national opinion poll, the people of the capital have a recognition of the country of more than 80 percent, and Mr. President has contributed a lot to this achievement." The Eagle Queen happily responded.

"That's more than double that number in other democracies." I say.

The Eagle Queen nodded again: "Of course, this is a matter of the ability of the president of a country. Although the United States is powerful, its successive presidents are only fame-seekers and lack the real ability to govern the country, which has led to the precarious status of the United States as a superpower. I think that as long as Mr. President gets through this, our country will be richer, stronger, and more-"

Suddenly, the sound of the piano in the speaker changed, and it turned out to be Master Dan Masheng's "Demon Suppression Zen Singing": "Jideyade, Ma...... Morality...... Bear...... Dan Cocoa ...... Drew ......"

"Oh no, the master is finished." I blurted out, and for a moment my palms were covered in cold sweat.