Gyatso came to the house with a wooden tray, put down the meal, and withdrew again. Li Qiangmin raised his eyes, looked at the things sent, shook his head and said no.

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, so I opened the bamboo tube directly, poured out the butter tea inside, and drank it. The butter tea in the mountains is naturally not so delicious, so you can be satisfied, I don't have Li Qiangmin's ability to skip meals in the valley, and I don't feel bad if I drink too much.

Bowl by bowl drank all these butter teas.

In the afternoon, when I slept in the house, Li Qiangmin had been meditating, entering a deep state of concentration, motionless, like a clay tire and wood plastic.

At night, when I was bored and flipped through the scriptures in the house, the door was pushed open and Gyatso walked in, and whispered, "Two distinguished guests, please come with me, the master is going to take you to see something."

Li Qiangmin and I got dressed and walked out of the house and walked out of the monk's dormitory area, outside in the dead of night, only the sound of the wind and clouds. The sky in Tibet is full of stars, and the beauty is like a dream, especially walking on the high mountains and cliffs, like walking into the late night sky, the feeling is indescribably beautiful.

I peeked at Li Qiangmin, his face was indifferent, and he was familiar with the beautiful scenery around him.

Follow Gyatso to the Buddha hall, and there is a person standing in front of the lonely lamp, it is the old lama Sangluo. He looked at us: "Two distinguished guests, take you two tonight, go to see the omen of a thousand years ago, and then you make your own decision." ”

Li Qiangmin was impatient, waved his hand and said, leading the way in front of his head.

Gyatso turned around and was about to leave, but Sangrok told him not to go, but to come along.

Gatso was a little taken aback and didn't ask more. The three of us followed the old lama and slowly walked out, the old lama didn't need anyone to help, he had his own rhythm of walking, step by step, looking very slow, but unconsciously he had gone out of a long distance.

I was secretly surprised, this old monk is not an idle person, and he must have something superior to him to be a teacher in such a deep mountain ancient temple.

The direction we are heading in is the cave of the scriptures that the monk Liao saw. After walking for a long time, I came to the bottom of the cave, the road leading to the mountain was sealed with iron railings, the iron gate was closed, there was a duty room at the intersection, and the lights were on, it seemed that this was a forbidden area for the temple, and I couldn't go in and out casually without permission.

Sang Luo stepped forward and knocked on the door, and after a short time the door opened, and two monks with oil lamps came out, tall and dark, with no expression on their faces.

Sangluo and the two monks whispered something in Tibetan, and the two monks looked at us and nodded. One of them walked up to the iron door, took out the key and opened it. Sanluo was the first to walk in and beckoned back to us.

Li Qiangmin and I followed, and Gyatso performed namaste in front of the two monks in the back.

There is a row of hard hewn steps along the mountain, extremely narrow, probably only for one person, one side is the mountain wall, the other side is a high cliff, you have to be extra careful when walking, some of the steps are still falling with snow, and the soles of your feet are slippery.

The steps were extremely steep, and the walking time was not long, I was panting and sweating, and when I looked up, the old monk who walked in front was not in a hurry, and had been using a speed.

Just when I was about to lose it, I finally came to a cave with a small door, which looked like it was only one person high.

The old monk opened the door and walked in. Inside, there was no light, and the figure was quickly engulfed in darkness.

Li Qiangmin hesitated slightly, the second got in, I was the third, and Gyatso was the last. Inside, it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, and the wheezing sound of several people was very slight, as if they had arrived in an unfathomable dark space.

At this time, a small flame of an oil lamp lit up faintly in the darkness, and Gatso was faintly seen in the firelight.

Gyatso walked slowly with an oil lamp, and I hurriedly followed, for fear of losing him, and after walking a short distance, the face of the old monk appeared again in the darkness.

Gyatso handed over the oil lamp, Sang Luo trembled and took it, the flames suddenly flickered, and they were about to be extinguished, and I subconsciously protected it with my hands.

The old monk smiled and said softly, "There is a guard here, and the flame will not be extinguished." ”

I don't understand what it means, but I guess it's some kind of protector.

I can't see where Li Qiangmin is, the only light source is still in the hands of the old monk, I guess Li Qiangmin doesn't want to show up in the dark.

The old monk Sangluo walked to a wall at a very slow speed, raised the oil lamp, and in the faint light of the fire, a colorful mural appeared. The subject of the painting is a person meditating, with a halo behind him.

The old monk whispered something in Tibetan, and Gyatso responded in Tibetan.

I was very curious, and politely waited for them to finish before asking what they had just said. Gyatso said frankly, "The Guru told me that I was not qualified to come to this scripture cave before, but now I am finally qualified. ”

"He thinks highly of you." I said.

Gatso smiled and didn't speak.

The old monk turned to look at us and said in Chinese, "Gyatso is the reincarnation of Sajong Rinpoche, who was ignorant before, but now his fate has arrived. ”

Gatso was surprised, "No one has ever told me. ”

The old monk nodded: "Everyone cultivates different fates, and your fates are here, so I let you come." He pointed to the man meditating.

"This is Guru Padmasambhava, I've seen his paintings." Gatso said.

The old monk approached the mural, and the faint fire illuminated the cheeks of the person on the painting, and it could be seen that the painting was extremely fine, full of color, and there was a sense of historical precipitation.

The old monk muttered Tibetan.

Gyatso should have been instructed to translate lightly in Chinese on the side, and the old monk said a sentence, and he translated a sentence, "...... During his lifetime, Guru Padmasambhava had a high level of meditation, and in order to renounce all kinds of desires, he began to seriously practice the view of the white bones, visualizing the ugliness of the world and people. One day, Manjushri wanted to test his meditation and appointed a demon from outside the world of colors to turn into a beautiful woman to charm him......"

Speaking of this, the old monk walked along the wall with an oil lamp, and I followed behind, but Li Qiangmin still didn't show up.

In the second picture, there is a very beautiful woman wearing an old red Tibetan robe. The old monk continued to explain in Tibetan, and Gatso translated.

“…… The woman tried all sorts of ways to charm Guru Padmasambhava, but he was unmoved. Gatso said softly.

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