"Does Xiaobai know the origin of this bowl?" Yang Shuoming asked, his eyes firmly fixed on the girl's skull bowl in his hand.

"I asked the officer, and he told me where the bowl came from." Qu Shuang nodded, his face flushed slightly, as if he felt a little embarrassed, "With Hanzhi's erudition, I must know what this 'male and female dual cultivation' and 'male and female group cultivation' are all about, right?" ”

"Of course I do." Yang Shuoming sneered and nodded, "What kind of male and female 'double cultivation' and 'group cultivation', to put it bluntly, is just a cover for erotic maniacs!" ”

"This skull bowl is the product of 'double cultivation' and 'group cultivation'." Qu Shuang said, "Every year, all parts of Tibet pay tribute to the monks in the major monasteries, and all the contributions are young and beautiful girls from all over the country. After paying tribute, the monks in the temple will carry out 'double cultivation' or 'group cultivation' with these girls, and those who can go through more than a dozen rounds of 'group cultivation' will be crowned as the 'Jade Girl in front of the Buddha'; but if they can't support it, they will die in the process of 'double cultivation' and 'group cultivation', and the bodies of these girls will be put into the river, and after the fish in the river have eaten up their skin and flesh, they will fish out the skeletons and make various utensils and sell them at a high price. The girl's skull bowl he gave me is the most precious of them all, it is said to be the skull of a beautiful girl like a fairy, and it is very valuable, and it can be regarded as a treasure. You know, Hanzhi, Rao is well-informed, and when I listen to his words, I don't feel creepy. This is a collective annihilation of girls to death! Put it in the mainland, this is punishable by death! But in the lama temple, not only will there be no punishment, but it is also regarded as a so-called practice! The girl who was killed not only died without a place to be buried, but also had to be made into items and sold! Is there anything so absurd and terrible in the world? ”

"I didn't understand before, lamas are also men, how can they bear the saying that there are no women, it turns out that they do this." Yang Shuoming's smile became more and more gloomy, "What a way!" ”

"I went to a village for an interview, and I saw that there were villagers marrying daughters, but after the wedding banquet, the bride was sent to the temple, I asked the villagers what this meant, and the villagers said that she would give it to the bridegroom after ten days of use by the monks......" Qu Shuang saw that Yang Shuoming's face became more and more ugly, and shrunk the words behind.

"Give me this bowl." Yang Shuoming took a deep breath, and his demeanor gradually calmed down.

"If you don't think it's scary, just take it." Qu Shuang waved his hand again and again, and said with relief.

Qu Shuang took the box containing the bowl and helped Yang Shuoming put the bowl in, Yang Shuoming talked to Qu Shuang about some other things, and time passed unconsciously, Yang Shuoming found that it was late, so he got up and said goodbye.

Yang Shuoming returned to his tent, placed the box containing the girl's skull bowl on the table, folded his hands, recited a few verses for the unfortunate girl, and then fell asleep with his clothes.

In his sleep, he dreamed that he had come to a beautiful little lake, and a beautiful girl dressed in white came out of the lake and thanked him.

He could feel the faint fragrance of the girl, he could reach out and touch the girl's long black hair, he could feel her beauty, he tried to see her face clearly, but he couldn't make her clear in front of him.

It was dawn, Yang Shuoming felt the sun shining on his face, warm, at this time he could still smell it, the faint aroma permeated his side, he didn't open his eyes, at this moment, he still subconsciously hoped that he could stay in the dream for a while.

And when he finally opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that the dream was actually right in front of him.

Yang Shuoming was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses and realized that the girl standing in front of him was not a dream.

But the feeling for him is the same as in a dream.

Different from the girl in the dream, the girl standing in front of him was dressed in a bright red Tibetan dress, with a large necklace decorated with various colored gems around her neck, she was not very tall, a small round face was sweet and clear, exuding a brilliant brilliance like the sun, her hair was not scattered, but combed into a small braid, and the Yingluo decorated with many gems were coiled together, her smooth and flawless forehead wore a disc-shaped ornament, and the tassels under the disc kept shaking with his movements, looking playful and lovely. At this time, she was looking at him with big black eyes, and her eyes were as pure as a fawn.

"Hehe, the chief is finally awake." Captain Long Yonghua's laughter rang out, "This is Zhenji Zhuoma, the pearl of our snowy plateau. ”

Yang Shuoming looked at the bright Tibetan girl in front of him, and the "supercomputer eye" accompanied his mind and quickly gave her relevant data, but at this time, Yang Shuoming didn't care about the data anymore.

Yang Shuoming carefully looked at the Tibetan girl in front of her, she is the kind of girl who is not afraid of the wind and the sun. The natural ice skin seems to be forever smoky; The slender but plump body seems to be forever tactful, and the polishing of labor does not make her rough and out of shape, but adds the necessary elements of bodybuilding. She doesn't use powder, and her clothes are not luxurious, what attracts Yang Shuoming is completely the kind of healthy and natural beauty and extraordinary temperament.

The Tibetan girl in front of her stepped forward slowly, came to Yang Shuoming's side, skillfully helped him sort out his clothes, Yang Shuoming watched her serve herself like a maid, and couldn't help but feel a little strange, and cast an inquiring glance at Long Yonghua.

"Last night, the chief must have heard her singing." Long Yonghua smiled and reminded him.

After listening to Long Yonghua's answer, Yang Shuoming remembered the singing he heard last night, and couldn't help but suddenly realize.

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, it should be that her singing voice praising her was reported to Long Yonghua by the people below, so there will be such a scene in the early morning.

"Your singing voice is so beautiful, the most beautiful singing voice I've ever heard." Yang Shuoming looked at her movements, a little embarrassed, and wanted to say a word of thanks, but somehow, what he said was like this.

The Tibetan girl listened to his words, just smiled slightly, and after dressing him, she turned around and took two steps back, took a white hata, and came back to Yang Shuoming, making a standard salutation gesture.

Yang Shuoming got up to return the salute and accepted Hada, and Zhenji Zhuoma looked at him for a while, and suddenly grabbed his hand.

"You come with me." She said in an unquestioning tone, pulling him and walking out, ignoring the surprised gazes of Long Yonghua and the guards around her.

She pulled him and ran forward quickly, Yang Shuoming held her warm and soft palm, looking at the back full of youthful atmosphere, his steps also accelerated like his heartbeat.

The Tibetan girl ran with Yang Shuoming for an unknown amount of time, and soon, the surrounding construction site disappeared, and a beautiful small lake appeared in front of Yang Shuoming.

The small lake in front of him is like a mirror, the blue sky and white clouds are reflected in the lake, if it weren't for the snow mountains reflected in the lake, Yang Shuoming would really think that he was back to last night's dream.

The Tibetan girl pulled Yang Shuoming to sit down by the lake, probably because she was running too quickly, her face flushed, and she looked even more radiant.

"I've seen you." She noticed that Yang Shuoming was looking at her, turned her head, and stared fixedly into his eyes.

"Really? However, it's my first time here......" Yang Shuoming couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard him say this, because there was no image of her in his memory.

In this era, he also came to Tibet Province for the first time.

"I've seen you many times." She pointed to her heart and laughed, "In a dream." ”

"Really?" Yang Shuoming smiled, "I don't know, what I dreamed about last night was you." ”

Yang Shuoming looked at her, and suddenly remembered the bowl made of a girl's skull, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes unconsciously.

Perhaps, the girl who passed away was as beautiful, cute, innocent and straightforward as Jinji Zhuoma in front of her, right?

"Why are you sad?" She sensed the change in his mood and immediately asked.

Yang Shuoming sighed and shook his head.

How could he tell her about the skull bowl?

"I'll sing to you." As she spoke, the Tibetan girl sang loudly in Tibetan.

With a clear and sweet singing voice, Yang Shuoming was surrounded in an instant, and he was deeply intoxicated at once.

Her singing voice is sometimes high-pitched and agitated, sometimes tactful and long, there is an unimaginable magic, Yang Shuoming can't imagine that there is such a swan song in the world, and his "super computer eye" unconsciously started to move, he wanted to know what she meant by singing, but the "super computer eye" also failed to show what language she used.

After singing the song, she turned her head to look at him, although she didn't say anything more, Yang Shuoming could feel the joy in her heart, and the unhappiness in her heart just now had completely disappeared at this time.

At this time, Yang Shuoming couldn't help but recall the familiar old song:

“…… Return to Lhasa

Back in Potala

Return to Lhasa

Back to the Potala Palace

Wash my heart away in the Brahmaputra River

Awaken my soul on the top of the snowy mountains

Climbed over Tanggula Mountain

Met the Snow Lotus

Take me by the hand

We went back to her home

You don't have to worry about too many problems at all

She will teach you how to find yourself

Snow

grass

Beautiful lama temple

Endless girls

She laughed endlessly

Snow

grass

Beautiful lama temple

Singing endlessly, we dancing endlessly

It felt like my home

My beautiful snowdrop

In the pure sky

With a pure heart

Don't worry about tomorrow

Don't worry about today

Come on, come on, let's go back to Lhasa together

Back to our home after a long absence......"

"I knew you would come, and you will." The Tibetan girl said, "I've been looking forward to you coming." ”

Yang Shuoming looked at her eyes, and didn't know how to answer her for a while.

"I know that you are the one who built the 'Heavenly Road' for us." She turned her head and pointed to the railroad embankment in the distance, "From the day you came here, I knew that. ”

"How do you know that person must be me?" Yang Shuoming smiled and said.

"I just know." Zhenji Zhuoma looked at him and said, "Grandma said, as soon as the 'Heavenly Road' is passed, everyone will have a good time. Thank you, all of us. ”

"Dolma with grandma?" Yang Shuoming asked.

"I picked it up from my grandmother on a pilgrimage." Bingxue was smart, she seemed to know what he wanted to know, and replied with a smile.

"Let's go! Let's go there. Zhenji Zhuoma took Yang Shuoming's hand, stood up, pointed to a hill not far from the lake, and said. Yang Shuoming looked in the direction she was pointing and saw an ancient temple with dark red walls that had already half collapsed.

Yang Shuoming looked around, and he noticed several figures, and the "supercomputer eyes" showed their identities - Long Yonghua and the guards. As Yang Shuoming's old subordinates, Long Yonghua certainly knew that no one should disturb such a moment, so they all moved within the sight of the distance.

Yang Shuoming and Zhenji Zhuoma climbed the hill hand in hand and came to the ancient temple.

This is an ancient temple that has been abandoned, and the remaining relatively complete part, in addition to the prayer tower, there is also a prayer hall located in the center. The buildings are dilapidated, but they have not completely collapsed. The Buddha statues, shrines, and prayer drums in the sutra hall are generally well preserved. In the center of the prayer hall is a statue of the Great Mighty Vajra. Its gold-painted paint had peeled off at this time, and its limbs were mutilated, revealing the mud tire inside, but the general outline was still very clear, it was grinning, holding a magic pestle, and stepping on demons, and the image was very terrifying. This statue can be said to represent the artistic characteristics of earlier Tibetan Buddhism, which is very rare.

"When I was younger, I used to come here to play."

"You don't seem to be afraid?" Zhenji Zhuoma noticed Yang Shuoming's focused gaze, she pointed to a hideous-looking statue of the Vajra Buddha, and asked with a smile.

"What is there to be afraid of." Yang Shuoming smiled, looked at her and said, "It's just a statue." ”

"You know what? Now many people say that you are the reincarnation of 'Dorjee Jiusie' (i.e., the Great Vedic Vajra). Zhenji Zhuoma turned his head to look at the statue of the Great Vedic King Kong and said softly.

"Now is the period of the end of the Dharma, sentient beings are blessed with thin wisdom and small wisdom, more slack, less diligent, do not protect oaths, do not keep the precepts, do not respect the guru, do not make friends and companions, I am slow and blazing, intoxicated with the five desires, easy to attract evil demons, if I can take the great Buddha Vajra as the deity, it is easy to correspond, I can remove the negative karma, and I can increase the blessing and wisdom." Yang Shuoming smiled and quipped, "I hope what they say is true." ”

"Everyone says that you are a man of great knowledge and great wisdom." The Tibetan girl's eyes flashed with admiration, "Sure enough." ”

"There are a lot of things I don't know," Yang Shuoming looked at her and said, "Like the song you sang just now, what language is used and what the lyrics mean, I don't know." ”

"But you still get it." Jenji Zhuoma looked at him, pointed to his heart, and laughed happily, "That's it." ”

She turned and paced to a wall and looked at the mural on it.

Yang Shuoming came to her side and followed her gaze to the wall, and when he saw the contents of the mural, his eyes couldn't help but flash with surprise.

The mural depicts a high monk sitting on a mountain rock [***], the high monk Eguan Bo belt, hand knotted fingerprints, smiling, under the mountain stone, full of believers listening to the Dharma, they bow one by one, their faces are full of pious expressions.

But what surprised Yang Shuoming was not the [***] monk and the believers below, as well as the scattered flower goddess in the sky, but a group of monsters with hateful faces like mandrills sitting in the corner.

"What is this?" Yang Shuoming asked.

"That's the 'mountain god'?" "They are listening to Guru Padmasambhava. ”

"'Mountain God'?" Hearing her answer, a strange thought suddenly flashed in Yang Shuoming's mind.

"That's right! I've seen them too. Jenji Zhuoma said.

"Have you seen them? When? There was obviously a hint of excitement and excitement in Yang Shuoming's voice.

"The year before last. One day I went up the mountain alone to chop wood, but was targeted by a leopard, I didn't notice at all, the leopard suddenly rushed towards me, I was very scared, I ran for my life, but I didn't run a few steps before the leopard pounced, at this time, the 'mountain god' appeared, he beat the leopard away, saved me. Jenji Zhuoma reached out and stroked the mural on the wall and whispered, "You know what? They also love to hear me sing. ”

Although her narration is very plain, to Yang Shuoming's ears, there is still a different kind of thrilling.

He had almost guessed what the "mountain god" was by Jenji Zhuoma was talking about.

"The song you just sang wasn't in the language of the 'mountain god', right?" Yang Shuoming asked.

"Not really." Jenji Zhuoma laughed, looking at his incomprehensible look, she explained, "A song is a song, and no language is anything. ”

Yang Shuoming understood and couldn't help but smile aloud.

"How many times have you seen the mountain gods?" Yang Shuoming looked at the "mountain gods" sitting upright on the mural and asked again.

"There are four of them." "Once I was hit by an avalanche and was about to freeze to death, it was the mountain god who held me, warmed me up, and sent me to the temple. ”

"They like your singing, that's why they ......" Yang Shuoming stared closely at the smiling monk on the mural, and said to himself, "But this monk, how did he summon the mountain god?" ”

"I don't know." Zhenji Zhuoma was a little strange why Yang Shuoming would ask such a question.

Yang Shuoming stepped forward and carefully examined the mural, and he vaguely felt that the answer seemed to be in this mural.

"You want to see the mountain god?" Jenji Zhuoma asked behind him.

"yes." Yang Shuoming said, "Every time you sing, do they appear? ”

"No, I just found out they like to hear me sing." Jenji Zhuoma replied with a smile, "My singing voice doesn't have that much power. ”

(To be continued)