Go up the steps, there are layers of rooms on top, along the cliff wall, there is a plank road in the middle, after walking for a long time, the old monk stopped, pointed down and said, right there.

We stood by the railing and looked down at the railing, and there was a huge yard below, which was many times larger than the small courtyard that we had just entered. In a temple complex built on a hill, it is simply unthinkable.

The courtyard is surrounded by at least three-storey Buddhist towers, all painted in crimson, and the exterior walls are painted with various thangkas and Buddhist figures. In the courtyard, some young lamas sat on the ground, and in the middle there were old monks giving lectures, and from time to time they burst into laughter.

In other scattered corners, there are still some monks chatting and talking about something, and their expressions are very relaxed and happy.

The wind blows the five-colored prayer flags on the top of the Buddha Tower, shaking and shaking, reflecting the snow-capped mountains in the distance, which is like a paradise here.

The old monk's expression was serious, and he spoke with a chewing mouth: "Please come with me, don't talk easily when you enter the Buddhist hall, don't step on the threshold, okay?" ”

This is a very solemn thing, not the slightest joke, we followed him down the steps, through the middle of the courtyard, to the remote Buddhist hall, as soon as we entered, we saw a statue of a god hanging on the main wall, eight hands and eight feet, angry eyes, feet on evil spirits. The walls on both sides are covered with crimson thangkas, the color is gloomy, and the whole Buddhist hall looks very gloomy.

On the table beneath the statue is a small oil lamp, and the flame is lit. The old monk gestured for the two of us to sit, and he slowly withdrew through the back door.

The hall was quiet, and the sunlight outside only fell on the doorway, forming a golden shadow, but it did not come in, making the room very dark.

Li Qiangmin meditated cross-legged, slowly settled, I watched from the side, this kid is seizing all the time to practice, life is busy with this little thing, all the experiences and encounters are for the purpose of cultivating and improving.

He suddenly opened his eyes and said softly, someone is coming.

When I looked back, I saw a dark shadow slowly walking towards me, and when I reached the door, it was a very old lama, at least eighty years old, with a rickety figure, wearing a red monk's robe, holding a butter lamp in his hand, and walking very slowly, like a snail.

The old monk lifted his leg with difficulty to step into the high threshold, I quickly stood up and walked to help, he looked up at me, his wrinkled face smiled, and waved his hand lightly, signaling that it was not necessary.

I don't know the rules here, so it's better not to do too much and take a step back slowly. He strode in, holding a butter lamp in one hand and holding the door frame in the other.

When the whole person walked in, his figure blocked the light outside, making the Buddhist hall even darker.

He opened his mouth to speak and said softly, "Honorable guest, can you close the door?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, hurriedly agreed, and went over to close the door of the Buddhist hall, and the room was suddenly dark. The only light was the lamp in the old lama's hand, and the oil lamp in the shrine.

He walked over slowly, put the lamp on the table, and sat cross-legged across from Li Qiangmin.

I sat right behind Li Qiangmin, not daring to make a mistake.

"You two came from a long distance?" The old monk asked.

"Far, far, far." Li Qiangmin said.

The old monk nodded, stared at him in the dark, and coughed twice: "You are from outside this layer of color world. ”

I listened to it in the back, although I didn't understand what the color world heaven meant, but I could probably appreciate its spirit, the old monk recognized Li Qiangmin, not a person from our world.

"Are you Guru Sangluo?" Li Qiangmin asked directly.

The old monk nodded and said, "Distinguished guests welcome the door, and there should be hospitality." He coughed, stood up on his knees, went to the shrine, and took out a Tibetan tea set from the table below. Then I turned on the small stove and lit the fire, and began to boil, and the fire burst out from the gap in the lid, and smoke came out.

"You don't have to be so polite," Li Qiangmin said, "We don't eat because we want to inquire about someone." ”

"That man's name is Li Damin." Sang Luo looked at us: "He has been here. ”

Li Qiangmin's breath became urgent, his chest rose and fell, and his face was a little moved, "Where is he now?" ”

The old monk shook his head: "He's with the devil." ”

"Where is the demon?" Li Qiangmin asked sharply.

At this time, the tea was boiling, Sang Luo picked up the pot on the stove, and poured it into an ancient bamboo tube with trembling hands, and the heat kept coming out, and I was really afraid that he would burn his hands.

Pouring in hot water, he picked up a piece of yellow ghee, threw it into the tube, and began to circle left and right, which meant that the ghee would melt in the water.

He had words in his mouth, and the force was even, and the bamboo tube was turning in his hand like a prayer wheel, dangling in the dark, and I was a little dizzy when I saw it, and I couldn't help but close my eyes.

When I closed my eyes, I seemed to be able to hear the sound of the water rushing into the barrel in the bamboo tube, which was inaudible at first, then faster and faster, louder and louder, and finally sounded in my ears, like a vast ocean.

I was shaking, I had trouble breathing, my body was like electricity, I couldn't control it.

When I opened my eyes again, the bamboo tube also stopped. The old monk stopped moving in the dark, as if time had frozen in time.

At this time, Li Qiangmin made an unexpected move, raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his face.

This is a rare thing, I haven't seen Li Qiangmin sweat all the way, and when he encounters all kinds of dangers, he even opens roads and bridges in the mountains and rivers, and he doesn't call it a problem in his eyes. But at this moment, the old monk just turned the bamboo tube, which made him sweat!

Li Qiangmin took a breath in the dark: "Good, good kung fu, good essence." ”

"Make your guests smile." Sang Luo trembled his hands, tilted the bamboo tube, poured yellow water into it, poured it into two rough large cups, and handed it to Li Qiangmin with shaking hands.

Li Qiangmin didn't answer, and said calmly, "I don't drink." ”

The old monk put down this cup, picked up another one, and handed it to me.

I hurriedly took it into my hand, blew on it, and smelled a strange smell. But with the idea of following the local customs, I still took a big sip.

This thing is very bitter in the mouth, and a little spicy, but after the stomach, it is very warm and comfortable.

I said softly: "Lao Li, drink some, this tea is good, very warm." ”

Li Qiangmin shook his head, there was no extra nonsense.

The old monk looked at him and suddenly sighed: "You are really similar to Li Damin, he also sat in front of me like this, and then refused this cup of butter tea." ”