"Who is this Daralim Guru?" I asked.

"He is the master of the Nyingma sect, not the same sect as us, and his status in the monastery is almost equal to that of Sangluo. Now that Guru Sangluo has become like this, it makes sense for him to come out and preside over the situation. ”

"That's not right." I said, "You have a prayer wheel that has been handed down from Sangluo." ”

"There is no publicity." Yehi took something out of the monk's robe, and when I looked closely, it was the prayer wheel.

The surface of the prayer wheel is white and rusty, about the size of an adult's palm, with two silver chains hanging from it, and the core area is covered with scriptures, which is extremely quaint.

Yehi walked to the temple again with the prayer wheel, and the two monks stopped him, he took a deep breath, held the prayer wheel up, and then said something quickly in Tibetan.

The two monks were a little surprised, looking at each other with uncertain expressions. Yexi's tone became more and more harsh, and his hand was shaking the prayer wheel.

The two monks hesitated for a moment, then slowly retreated to the sides and gave way to the door to the temple.

Yesi turned back to me and nodded, signaling that I could enter.

He stepped into the threshold and walked in, and I quickly followed. It was dark in the Buddhist hall, and rows of oil lamps were burning on both sides, and the flames were flickering and the light was gloomy. The shrine of the Buddha hall enshrines a god dressed in yellow, I don't know which god it is, the eyebrows are hideous, and there is quite a bad atmosphere.

At this time, I saw that in the depths of the Buddhist hall, there was a corpse bed. Lying on it was a corpse, covered with a white cloth.

Jehi said softly, "That's Banai's corpse." ”

I rubbed my temples, it was uncomfortable.

Yexi continued: "The corpse has been brought back, and so far there have been five people who have been in close contact with it, namely Master Sangluo, and four monks who have carried the corpse back, and now these five people are all unconscious. They are all infected by demons. It makes sense that Guru Darali is so strict. ”

I cried out in my heart, and said, "Shall we go and see it then?" ”

"Look." Jehi said, "What are we doing here?" Are you scared? ”

"It's not that I'm afraid." I hesitated, "What the hell is this demon?" ”

Yehi said calmly, you can see it by looking at it.

He came to the lampstand, gently picked up an oil lamp, protected it with one hand, and slowly walked towards the corpse in the depths. I gritted my teeth, followed, and took down an oil lamp as well.

The two of us came to the corpse bed one after the other, and the light was indescribably dim, as if the fire could not shine at all.

Sure enough, there are some evil sects.

Ye Xi said: "Lin Cong, you stand later, you can see clearly, I will lift the corpse list." ”

I grabbed him, "It's dangerous." ”

Yexi took a deep breath and said, "Someone has to do this kind of thing, if he doesn't do it, I don't do it, the demon will always be there." This is probably the most desired thing for the devil. ”

I didn't speak, and the light of the fire shone on Yexi's young face.

Jehi handed me the prayer wheel: "If I am unfortunate enough to be tricked, you can take the prayer wheel, don't give it to anyone." ”

My brain buzzed, such a big monastery, so many monks, give me the prayer wheel, what can I do?

"This ......," I touched the prayer wheel, "it's too much responsibility." ”

Ye Xi smiled: "I didn't let you be a monk, it's just that this token is kept in your hands." Guru Sangluo is in a coma, and there may be a lot of turmoil in the monastery, and I hope you can protect it. ”

"That's fine." I put the prayer wheel in the inner pocket of my jacket and closed it with a zipper, "I promise you that I will keep this prayer wheel except for you and Master Sangluo. ”

"Actually, there is someone else you can trust." Yesi seemed to be explaining what was going on: "Gatso." Gyatso is a personal disciple of Guru Sanglok and a reincarnated Buddha, and it is not yet known whose reincarnation he is, and he can be trusted. ”

After saying this, Yexi didn't say anything, went straight to the corpse, and reached out to pick up the white sheet on it.

Before the hands could touch, a loud shout was heard, and the sound was like a bell, and the whole Buddhist hall was buzzing.

Ye Xi and I were suddenly startled, and when we looked back, there were a few monks outside, led by a strong fat man, full of majesty, dressed in red and yellow monk robes, with a serious expression.

"It's Guru Daralis." Jehi whispered.

The fat man said something at great speed, and Yexi responded, and the two of them raised their voices higher and higher.

The fat man frowned tightly, and with a wave of his hand, several monks around him rushed over and grabbed me and Yexi.

I was full of blood, and I subconsciously wanted to take out the prayer wheel, but Ye Xi obviously saw it and quickly shouted: "Don't!" ”

I don't understand what he means, why didn't he come up with this symbol at this time.

The fat man looked at me and said in Chinese: "This distinguished guest, you have a saying called 'follow the customs of the locals', and when you are a guest at someone's house, you must be polite and polite. We welcome the guests with both hands and give the best gifts, and we will not be polite to the bad people who do not follow the rules and make trouble everywhere. ”

He spoke a few quick words in Tibetan.

The two monks who were holding me were strong and strong, and they grabbed me by the arms and pushed me out. I yelled, "What are you doing, you let go!" ”

"They're going to lock you up," said Jehi in the back, "don't be afraid, they're all good people, and no one will hurt you...... You don't want to do stupid things......"

Before he could finish speaking, I was pushed out of the temple. The two monks walked like a fly, trotted me all the way down the corridor, and from the other road to the monastic quarters, and then escorted me into a narrow room. Before I could say anything, the door slammed shut.

I immediately rushed over and kicked and pounded at the door, but the door was so firm that it could not be opened.

The house was very dark and cramped, with no windows, and it was dark and not in the middle of winter.

After I stayed for a while, I felt extremely suffocated, unable to breathe, and sweating profusely.

A wave of anxious emotions surged up, I wanted to meditate, but I couldn't sit still, I stood up and kicked at the wall, kicked even more depressed, thinking what was going on, it was really annoying.

I walked around the room, suffocating and nauseated, and it took me a while to calm down.

What's next?

I can't help it, now I'm trapped in this hellish place, there is no way to go to heaven and no door, and I don't even know what's going on outside.

I sat against the wall for a long time, and I couldn't do anything, so I sighed and began to meditate cross-legged, hoping that I would get through the time.

When you close your eyes, you are impetuous, your blood is surging, your heart is beating fast, and you can't settle down.

I forced myself to sit here, my body slowly calming down, and my mind was full of thoughts, wild and chaotic.

Later, I don't know when, I was able to settle down, and finally calmed down.

When you enter a deep silence, your consciousness floats in the darkness, and then suddenly there is light.

In the light, I saw a man in a yellow monk's robe and hat felt meditating, and I was taken aback, and then I immediately recognized it, it was Guru Padmasambhava!

He was bathed in a golden light, incomparably holy.

At this moment, countless black beads seeped out from behind him, which should be filth expelled from his body, and these water droplets scattered into countless pieces, sometimes condensing together in the vast space, becoming a huge whole, sometimes scattered, turning into thousands of black beads.

I was watching in amazement when Guru Padmasambhava suddenly opened his eyes and stretched out his right hand and stretched out two fingers, pointing at me in the distance.

I was shocked, and I couldn't help but float past, in this realm, I was formless and insubstantial, but I could feel my own existence.

I knelt down in front of Guru Padmasambhava, and the two fingers of his right hand were pointed at the center of my eyebrows.

Before I could react to what was going on, it was decided in an instant. I was sweating profusely, and I didn't know what was going on, when something suddenly rolled out of my arms, it was the prayer wheel.

It's weird, I'm locked in the zipper, how can it roll out?

I touched the inside pocket, and the zipper opened at some point. I picked up the prayer wheel, it was handed down by Guru Padmasambhava, and the scriptures on it were written by his own hand.

Could it be that when I saw Guru Padmasambhava in the state of concentration just now, it was because of this prayer wheel?

He put it on my brow, what does that mean?

As I was thinking, the door suddenly opened, and the light from outside came in, illuminating the prayer wheel on the ground. It was the two monks who grabbed me, who shouted and screamed when they saw the prayer wheel, and ran over to pick them up.

I was in a hurry, and hurriedly went to catch it, but one monk stopped me, and the other picked it up, and they scolded me loudly, and I didn't understand it, so it was probably not a good word.

The two of them grabbed me and escorted me out, and when I arrived at the courtyard outside, I looked down at the past, and there were a lot of monks gathered here, and the scene was huge, there were thousands of people, and the whole courtyard was almost full.

In the middle of the courtyard, there was a high pile of firewood, on which was placed a corpse covered with a white sheet, which was burned on the spot.

Guru Daralim stood on a high platform next to the firewood with a serious expression, next to Yahi. Yexi was held by two monks, one on the left and one on the right.

There were so many people at the scene, and there was no sound, and it was really a needle that could be heard.

I was escorted into the courtyard by two monks, and all the monks looked at me, all of them did not speak, but their movements were surprisingly consistent, and the sound of clothes scraping together was very loud and amazing.

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