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I have a lot of questions, why do the lamas call Lu Lao Wu a ghost pupil, what are the proverbs left by the monks, and why do they say that I have a demonic nature, it's just nonsense, but Dorje can't answer these questions, he is just a little monk, and he shrugs his shoulders when he asks too much.

I couldn't get out of the fire, so I asked him to go to the monks in the monastery, or the master of Meow Meow, Dorje shook his head and said to me, the old lamas have confessed, saying that you can't go out of the mountain until your demonic nature is removed, and no one can see you.

When he left, I was so angry that I really wanted to light the house with an oil lamp, but after thinking about it, I still gave up, I didn't feel sorry for the scriptures in this room, but I really wanted to do it, and I even gave the monks the truth, saying that my demonic nature has not been eliminated, and I am irritable.

I picked up a volume of scriptures and looked at it, it was full of Chinese characters, but they were all traditional writing, and they were written vertically, and I drew a circle on the broken sentence, indicating that it was a full stop, I looked at it, I couldn't see it at all, I was dizzy, the lines were all in ancient style, chewing the words, and there were many words I didn't know, I didn't know what to do after reading for a long time, I threw the scriptures aside, and fell asleep.

The next morning, there was a sound of footsteps, I immediately woke up, wiped my face and sat up, it was bright outside, Dorje came in with a tray, compared to yesterday, there was a big bowl and a towel, and there was water in it, which was for me to freshen up.

I washed it very awkwardly, I can only wipe my face and neck with a towel dipped in water, I can't wash it happily, after washing, I simply ate something, or last night's paste, there is no taste, no salt and no oil, but I lost weight,

Seeing that I was eating, Dorje was about to leave with a tray, and I hurriedly said, "I'm sorry for you,"

Dorje smiled: "You are practicing, I am also practicing, I can't talk about who is bothering whom, even if it's not you, give it to others, I have to do this,"

When he left, I was bored, the room was so big, it was estimated that it was ten square meters, except for the scriptures, I walked out of the room, stood outside and looked at the reckless snow-capped mountains, quiet like a huge temple in heaven, and felt at peace.

There was only one room on this floor, and I thought about it, and climbed up the stairs to the upper floor, where there were seven or eight wooden houses, flying over the cliffs,

I randomly found a room and pushed it, but I couldn't open it, and then I went to the next one, and this time the door opened, and Dorje said that this place is a turnip and a pit, and if you can push the door open, it means that there are people inside,

I cautiously pushed the door open the crack, and looked in, and in the depths of the room sat an old lama, who could not tell how old he was, and a red robe wrapped him tightly in it, revealing only a small head, and the old lama was only meditating with his eyes closed, like a statue carved in stone, unaware of my arrival,

I quietly closed the door and didn't disturb him, I just didn't practice myself, I couldn't hate others,

I walked through a few prayer rooms at random, some locked, some could be pushed open, and the monks in them either meditated on the wall or read the scriptures, and some saw me, and their attitudes were very kind, smiled and nodded, and then continued to do their own things,

I walked around, and I didn't think it was interesting, so I went back to my room.

I can't understand the scriptures, but you can sort it out manually, I love to clean up and organize the books when I'm fine, I moved the scriptures in the corner of the wall, and then picked them up one by one to see, these scriptures don't know how many years they have been stored, the pages are dry?, there are small characters on it, some are Chinese characters, some words can't be understood, it is estimated that it may be Tibetan or Sanskrit,

I packed up these scriptures, read a sentence or two at random, and put them aside if I didn't understand, and before I knew it, in the evening, Dorje came again with food and drink, and after seeing me eating, he didn't say a word more, and turned away.

I piled those scriptures together, can be regarded as finding an ancient book that does not seem to have so many dyslexia from the inside, the book is copied on the scriptures, spread out on the table, according to the records, probably recorded in the Tang Dynasty, the person who wrote the book is a senior monk in the Tang Dynasty, he came to Nepal alone, entered the temple to practice plus copying the scriptures, what is recorded here is what the monk saw and heard at that time, how the temple was prosperous, "hundreds of millions of years of mountain spirit bell show, more than 1,000 years of incense", he also described the law at that time, It's basically a running account, but I also read it with relish.

I really don't have anything to look at, I can kill time by looking at this, I looked at it for a while, I couldn't open my eyelids, and I fell asleep on the table,

The next morning I was woken up by Dorje, he came to deliver food, and after I ate it, he left quietly.

I've been reading this monk's record all day, in short, this dossier is a travelogue, telling what he saw and heard in Nepal, who he met, what kingdom he went to, and described the folk customs of the time.

I'm just bored, or I wouldn't be able to read this,

In this way, I stayed in the sutra room for four or five days, and I read most of the dossier, and on this day Dorje came again, and I looked at him solemnly: "Dorje, I ask you to solemnly tell the old lama in the monastery that I want to leave here."

Dorje didn't say anything, seeing that I had finished eating, packed up my things and left, he stood with one hand: "I'll tell them, please wait for news tomorrow,"

After he left, I didn't bother to read the scriptures, I went to sleep on the spot, and when I woke up, it was already the next day, but Dorje didn't show up, and he didn't show up until night, and he came and brought me food, and he said, "Wang Ci, I have already told the old lamas in the monastery what you said to me yesterday, and they said that it is better for you to meditate and practice if you are restless, and they told me that they will only bring you food once a day, and they will not use it in the morning."

As soon as I heard it, I jumped up, isn't this bullying, Dorje took the tray and slowly exited the room and went back,

I was so angry that I kicked the wall twice, and I simply set the house on fire, and I saw that you couldn't get out, picked up the lamp, and thought about it, there are so many innocent monks here, all of them are wooden houses, and when they see a fire, it's not good to hurt the innocent.

I flipped through the scriptures, I was really impetuous, how long did I want to stay, I turned through the file hatefully, until I reached the back, and suddenly I saw an extra painting on it,

This painting is in the middle of many traditional characters, it seems a little abrupt, I have a little spirit, every day to read the words is really boring tight, can be regarded as seeing the painting,

The picture above is a monk looking at something on the wall in the scripture room, I am a little puzzled, because the monk in the painting is very familiar with the scripture room, it seems to be where I am now,

I quickly picked up the dossier, looked at the scene of this painting, and walked around the room, not to mention, it really looks like, but there is a problem, the design of these prayer rooms is similar, I can't be sure, it's this room,

I continued to look, what the monk was looking at was a mural on the wall, it was very good, the monk held an oil lamp, sat under the wall, slowly raised the oil lamp, looked at the mural intently, the shadow dragged on for a long time, the scene was a little terrifying,

I looked at the painting, and looked at the oil lamp on the table, damn, how do you look like it, I picked up the oil lamp, turned it over and over again, and I could see that this is an antique, if the painting is painted in this room, and the monk is holding this oil lamp, it means that the oil lamp has at least a thousand years of history, the Tang Dynasty,

The things of the Tang Dynasty can be left until now, and they are quite indifferent to put them on the table, and anyone can use them.

Suppose the scene depicted in the painting is this room, I looked around, and the monk was standing in front of the west wall, and now the west wall is full of scriptures, almost all the way to the roof, and my mind moved, is there really a painting in the back?

I went over and pulled it twice, and took out some of the scriptures, not to mention that there are thousands of volumes of scriptures piled up here, thick and solid like a hill, and this is a big project to move one by one.

I'm fine anyway, pinched my waist and looked at the scroll, took off my coat, started to dry it shirtless, removed the scroll, took it and held it, and the wall behind me really showed a color, I was shocked, wiped it with my hand, it should be some kind of pigment, it has been precipitated for many years, and it has dried,

I hurriedly went to read the paintings on the scriptures, only the monk was painted looking at the murals, but what to see, because the angle relationship was not very clear, I touched my chin and thought about it, and continued to move the scriptures, not for a long time, tired and sweaty, so moved, there is not much space on the ground, I also have to think about the problem of sleeping at night, I can only go to sort out the scrolls that have been moved,

This toss, it's getting late, and the mural behind is gradually revealing a corner, the color is very good, some Sensen, it looks particularly deep, as if it is painted in the abyss, which is a bit evil.

I was about to continue carrying it, when it suddenly occurred to me that Dorje was coming, and this kid said that he was delivering food, maybe he was also here to spy on me, and he went back and told the lamas all about my behavior, and I had better not look for this trouble, once they kicked me out of this prayer room and locked it again, I couldn't get in.

I hurriedly piled the scrolls back in a mess, and as soon as I put them back, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and then someone pushed the door in, it was Dorje,

He looked at the mess in the scripture room, frowned slightly, and didn't say anything,

I said unhappily, "Dorje, can you knock on the door when you enter the door in the future,"