"Does Xiaobai know the origin of this bowl?" Yang Shuoming asked, his eyes firmly fixed on the young 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 double cultivation' and 'male group cultivation' are all about, right?" ”

"Of course I do." Yang Shuoming sneered and nodded, "What kind of male 'double cultivation' and 'group cultivation', to put it bluntly, it's just a crazy cover-up."

"This skull bowl is the product of 'double cultivation' and 'group cultivation'." Qu Shuang said, "Every year in Tibetan areas, the monks in the major monasteries pay tribute, and all they contribute to the beauty of the young people in each place. After paying tribute, the monks in the temple will carry out 'double cultivation' or 'group cultivation' with these young people, and those who can go through more than a dozen rounds of 'group cultivation' will be crowned as 'Buddha Qianyu'; but if they can't support it, and they die in the process of 'double cultivation' and 'group cultivation', these few corpses will be put into the river, and after the fish in the river have eaten up their skins, they will fish out the skeletons and make various utensils and sell them at a high price. The young skull bowl he gave me is the most precious of them all, it is said to be a young skull as beautiful as a fairy, and it is very valuable, and it can be regarded as a treasure. You know, Hanzhi, Rao is well-informed, and I don't feel embarrassed when I listen to his words. This is a collection of humiliation and less death, put it in the mainland, this is to be punished by death, but in the lama temple, not only will not be punished in any way, but also regarded as the so-called practice of killing less, not only death has no place to be buried, but also bones have to be made into items to be sold in the world, is there such a ridiculous and terrible thing in the world? ”

"I didn't understand before, lamas are also men, how can they endure the days when there is no one, it turns out that they do this." Yang Shuoming's smile became colder and colder, "There is really a way"

"I went to a village for an interview, and I saw that some villagers were married, 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 the time passed unconsciously, Yang Shuoming found that it was late, so he got up and said goodbye.

Yang Shuoming returned to his tent, put the box containing the bowl of the young skull on the table, he folded his hands, recited a few words for the unfortunate young man, and then fell asleep with his clothes.

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

He could feel the faint fragrance emanating from Shao's body, he could reach out and seem to be able to touch Shao's long black and shiny hair, he could feel her beauty, he tried hard 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 was still subconsciously able to 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 few people standing in front of him were not dreams.

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

Different from the young in the dream, standing in front of him Shao Yi beautiful red Tibetan clothes, with a large necklace decorated with various gems around her neck, she is not too tall, a round little face is sweet and clear, exuding a brilliant brilliance like the sun, her hair is not scattered, but combed into a small braid, and the Yingluo decorated with many gems are coiled together, her smooth and flawless forehead wears a disc-shaped ornament, the tassel under the disc keeps 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 Tibetan minority of the Ming people 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.

Yang Shuoming carefully looked at the Tibetan Shao in front of him, she is the kind of child who is not afraid of the wind and the sun. Born with icy skin, it 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 young man in front of him stepped forward slowly, came to Yang Shuoming's side, and skillfully helped him sort out his clothes, Yang Shuoming looked at her as if she was subduing herself, 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 didn't listen to his words, just smiled slightly, and after dressing him, she turned around and took two steps back, took a white hada, 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 green breath, his steps also accelerated like his heartbeat.

The Tibetan young man ran with Yang Shuoming for an unknown amount of time, and soon, the surrounding construction sites 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 were not for the snow mountains reflected in the lake, Yang Shuoming Zhende would have thought that he had returned to last night's dream.

The Tibetan Shao pulled Yang Shuoming to sit down by the lake, probably because she ran 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.

It was also the first time he came to Tibet in this era.

"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 young skull, and a trace of depression flashed in his eyes unconsciously.

Perhaps, the young one who passed away is as beautiful, cute, innocent and straightforward as the Jinji Zhuoma in front of him, 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." The Tibetans sang loudly in Tibetan without talking.

With a clear and sweet singing voice, Yang Shuoming was surrounded in an instant, and he was deeply drunk all of a sudden.

Her singing voice is sometimes high-pitched, 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" was not able 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 disappeared completely 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 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 Snow Lotus

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 where we have been away from Yijing for a long time......"

"I knew you would come, and you will." The Tibetan boy 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, "Say, as soon as the 'Heavenly Road' is passed, everyone will have a good life." Thank you, all of us. ”

"Dolma and together?" Yang Shuoming asked.

"I picked it up 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 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 in Yijing, and the remaining relatively complete part, in addition to the prayer tower, there is also a prayer hall located in the center. Although the buildings here are dilapidated, Danshi has 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 painting peeled off at this time, and the limbs were also incomplete, out of the mud tire inside, but the general outline was still very clear, it was grinning, holding a pestle, 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, all sentient beings are blessed with thin wisdom and small wisdom, more slack, less progress, do not protect the oath, do not keep the precepts, do not respect the guru, do not make friends and companions, I am slow and blazing, drunk five, easy to attract evil demons, if I can take the great Buddha Vajra as the deity, it is easy to correspond, I can get rid of the bad karma, and I can increase the blessing and wisdom." Yang Shuoming joked with a smile, "Xiwang, they are talking about zhende." ”

"Everyone says that you are a man of great knowledge and great wisdom." The Tibetan Shao'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 content of the mural, his eyes couldn't help but flash with surprise.

The mural depicts a monk sitting on a rock, with a smiling face, and at the bottom of the rock, full of worshippers who are listening to the Dharma, bowing one by one, with pious expressions on their faces.

But what surprised Yang Shuoming was not the monks and the believers below, as well as the scattered heavens in the sky, but a group of monsters with hateful faces like mandrills sitting in the corner of the painting.

"What is this?" Yang Shuoming asked.

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

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

"yes, I've seen them." Jenji Zhuoma said.

"Have you seen them? When? Yang Shuoming's voice was obviously moved and excited.

"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 now what the "mountain god" that Zhenji 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 at the smiling monk on the mural, and said to himself, "But how did this monk 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. ”