In many examples of samsara, this life can see past lives as well as future lives.

It's always fair to make a difference. One life is prosperous, and the other two lives may be poor.

Of course, I don't want to be an ascetic for a certain part of my life – even though an ascetic is also a practitioner, it is not in my plan at all.

For an account of the ascetic life in Nepal, see the book "Walking in Kathmandu" by the Italian scholar Kamaya.

The book is a detailed and in-depth account of the life of an ascetic, with some real details that are disgusting to read. You must know that the "suffering" of ascetics is not just dirty and poor on the surface, but more importantly, those who cultivate in this way must put down all their dignity, must not have the slightest vanity, and step by step enter the realm of "self-forgetfulness" in cultivation.

Kamaya once said bluntly to the camera in an interview with National Geographic: "For me, it was a maggot-like life, although many people use that way to cultivate as Venerables, True People, and Ascension, but I would rather be an ordinary person for the rest of my life than join the ranks of ascetics." ”

Everyone has their own bottom line, and my bottom line is to preserve personal dignity to the greatest extent.

"I don't know who you are or why you're here. I saw the bouncing lute diagram in my childhood dreams, what is the cause and effect of all this, can you tell me? What does the performance on the ancient stage mean? If there is some kind of relationship between us, help, tell me? I said to the shadow.

He still repeated my words, which forced me to give up the idea of communication.

Of course, if he is a shadow, why should I follow him? Instead, it should be him who follows me and returns to the ancient stage.

In Cave 112 of the Mogao Grottoes, everyone saw the dancers who bounced the pipa perform to the most wonderful and most wonderful moment, and few people bothered to guess what to do next.

According to the rules of the performance, the curtain will fall after the last* end, leaving the audience in a state of unfinished care.

"When the dancer performs the trick of bouncing the lute, the performance will end, does it herald the end of the illusion?" As soon as I thought of this, I immediately ran along the trail.

I followed the shadow from the ancient stage to the west, about 800 meters away.

It only took me three minutes to be back next to the old stage.

Sure enough, when the performance ended, the figure disappeared, and only the thicker and thicker ice and snow remained on the ancient stage.

"Hey, I'm back, where are you? I have something to ask you, come out, come out! "I couldn't guess where the performers came from, so I could only shout out into the void outside the stage.

There was no response, I shouted seven or eight times in a row, and finally had to give up.

Next, I immediately returned to a cross-knee meditative posture, quickly calmed down, and tried to approach them a second time through meditation.

The dancer's face kept shaking before my eyes, and it was so beautiful that it seemed to have taken my soul away.

"There is no such enchanting woman as she is in the world, she can only be a fairy sent from the fairy world...... "The electric falcon really has a vision, and there are so many European beauties who don't love it, but they fall in love with Chinese fairies.

Now, I've found an important way to meet the fairy, and I can teach him meditation and open illusions at any time if he wants to.

This time, I was almost buried by the blizzard, and it wasn't until the snow was waistless that I realized and jumped up.

I looked over to the monitoring station, and wisps of green smoke were coming out of the gray chimney.

On such a cold day, drinking around the fireplace should be the best enjoyment. Moreover, everyone will take turns on duty, staring at the screen to see if there will be any uninvited guests on the ancient stage.

Denfalcon's men had a wishful thinking, but they didn't know that things were going in a direction that was out of their control, and the unknown details were too many, too dense, and too complex to be figured out by just a fantasy.

Without me, this trip to the old place would have been in vain.

I waited for a while, but there was still no figure on the ancient stage.

"That's all there is to it." I turned around and walked towards the station.

Heavy snow had buried the path to the monitoring station, and I was moving slowly, partly because the road was slippery and difficult, but partly because I wanted to be ready to communicate with the Falcon on this not too long road.

He said that this was the last recourse. If you don't succeed, you will simply destroy everything.

At this moment, he was living in the monitoring station, only facing the camera, of course, he found nothing.

"Blow up the Caucasus Mountains, fill up the canyons......" I looked back in the direction of the ancient stage, deeply worried about its fate.

Human beings are ignorant, and the ignorant are fearless, so they will reshape the natural world according to their own stupid views. Nature is the smartest and most in line with the laws of biological evolution, and once its internal laws are blocked, it will demand compensation from human society at a cost of ten or a hundred times.

Destroying the ancient stage is tantamount to destroying a channel of communication between human beings and the unknown world. An electric falcon can destroy all similar channels in the territory of the great northern powers, and the behavior of tyrants in various countries around the world is strikingly similar, and when confronted with complex problems, instead of patiently solving, they solve them violently, burying them.

"When I die, what does it matter if it floods?" This is the governing proverb that has been passed down from generation to generation by the pharaohs of Egypt. During the reign of the pharaoh, he not only lived in poverty and luxury, oppressed and plundered the common people, and turned the whole country into his slaves, but also drove tens of thousands of craftsmen to build pyramids and mausoleums for themselves that shocked the world, so that after death, they could ascend to heaven and be reincarnated, and forever be the eternal king of the African land.

Tyrants deserve to die, the first element of world peace is that "all men are equal", and no one should be privileged or above the great laws.

I don't want to be an enemy of the Electric Falcon, and if I offend him on the land of a big northern country, I can only die in the secret prison of the secret service in the end.

"How do I tell him the truth?" I was pondering when a flag appeared on the roof of the monitoring station.

A soldier in a black chemical hazmat suit stood on the roof, holding a small red flag, waving it slowly, constantly drawing a huge circle in front of him.

I waved my arms at the standard-bearer, quickened my pace, and ran to the monitoring station.

As I expected, everyone at the monitoring station was unaware of what had happened on the ancient stage, and looked at me with calm and indifferent eyes.

"Mr. Long, you just left that platform for about thirty minutes, where did you go?" The two bodyguards who were always following the electric falcon asked.

I approached the stove in the middle of the room, dusted the snow off my body, sat down, and reached out to make a fire.

The room was warm, with temperatures at least 20 degrees Celsius and a strong contrast to the snow and steep slopes and deep ravines outside.

Everyone knows how to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, and it is much more comfortable to hide here to engage in monitoring and research than to stand on the ancient stage and suffer from the cold.

Ironically, even the electric falcon feels that there is nothing wrong with this "research" method, which is the most scientific, economical, and meticulous.

I shook my head, too lazy to answer the bodyguard's words.

These well-developed, simple-minded people deserve only too much fat and fat in the gym and shooting range, and should not open their mouths to engage in intellectual discussions. Otherwise, it's just exposing one's own ugliness and telling others that one's IQ is in arrears.

"Mr. Long, you have to explain clearly, where did you go during that time? Otherwise, our security law clearly stipulates that anyone ...... "another bodyguard raises his voice and threatens in a false voice."

I shook my head and interrupted him, "Give me a cup of hot water." ”

He froze, and looked back at the electric falcon standing proudly in front of the window.

"I have an important discovery." I added.

Everyone in the room fell silent because of these words, and all eyes were on me.

I knew what I was weighing, so I ignored the speculative, inquiring glances, got up and walked over to the dining table, and poured myself a cup of hot water.

Those eyes followed me as if they were looking at an alien visitor.

I knew that they didn't find anything while standing in front of the screen, and the only result I got was that I left the ancient stage and spent half an hour in an invisible corner.

The "smart people" among them will interpret this time as "going for convenience, hiding from the wind and snow, being lazy" and so on, and laughing it off "generously".

"Mr. Long, stop playing dumb riddles, let's talk about it." Someone cried out in dissatisfaction.

"You want to listen?" I asked calmly.

Everyone nodded together: "Yes, yes, yes, we are willing to listen, we want to listen." ”

At the moment, I just think this group of people is very pathetic. They are like a flock of ducks on an assembly line, with no ability to think or move, and can only passively wait for the feeder to put the feed in their mouths and then swallow it mechanically.

Even if I told them what I had discovered, they would scoff at me and think I was making it up.

The only person in this room who can understand what I'm talking about is Denfalcon.

In the past, I didn't care about other people's bad attitude towards me, I just wanted to solve problems quickly in the most concise and efficient way, and I always laughed at the root of human inferiority. Now, I suddenly don't want to do that, because when I was fighting against the blizzard, the Northern Lights, and radiation on the ancient stage, these people in front of me were hiding in the warm room, eating, drinking, talking and laughing, thinking of themselves as a wise man on the high, and I alone as a fool who was willing to give.

I'm not from a big northern country, so why should I fight to the death for the Electric Falcon? I can only dedicate my life to the motherland without compensation, selflessness, resentment, and regrets, and what are these people, bodyguards, electric falcons, and northern powers? Are they worthy of the work I do?

There is only one answer - they don't deserve it.

"It's over, let's go down the mountain." I sat down against the dining table, picked up a hot dog, took a slow bite, and looked around the room again.

The people were stunned, staring at me eating.

"I said, it's over, let's all disperse. I don't see anything, okay? Did you hear that? "I thought it was funny and angry, and I wanted to smash the hot dog in their face.

There are many people in the world who seem to be smart but are actually stupid, who can only do bad things and not do things. The terrible thing is that there are a large number of such people gathered in this room, and you can see it in their eyes.

I came in for so long, and said "I have discovered" for so long, that none of them rushed out of the house and returned to the ancient stage to search in detail and get the latest information, but stood here, staring at my mouth, hoping to do their job perfunctorily by hearsay.

"You guys...... You people, you are ......" I was about to make a few mocksies, but the moral principles in my heart prevented those mean words from coming out in time.

"Hahahaha." The crowd burst into laughter.

I laughed along and slowly ate the hot dog.

"Mr. Long, it's so cold on the mountain, you must have a cold and a fever, talking nonsense. Hehehehe, I have antipyretics here, do I need to give you a few pills? The bodyguard said.

I shook my head: "Thanks, I don't." ”

From beginning to end, the electric falcon looked out the window with his arms crossed, and had no intention of turning back.