I immediately had a sense of crisis, and immediately asked Lao Wang to go back first and protect Zhang Momo and Ning Kitten, just in case.

"You're alone, be careful." As soon as Lao Wang heard my words, he felt that there might be danger on Zhang Momo's side, so he was in a hurry, hurriedly greeted me, turned his head and ran back.

I put the action to the lightest, so as not to alarm the little hair in front, now the situation is unknown, I can't rush to act, but at least I have to see what will happen.

Xiao Mao has been standing on tiptoe, walking in that weird posture, and I am tired and panicked for him. After a few more steps, a bend appeared in the road ahead, and the shadow that led Xiao Mao continued to move forward along the bend.

It was at this moment that I suddenly saw a small shadow in front of Xiao Mao, like a chicken.

A rooster with all the hair on his body about to fall out, as if he was leading the way in front. I believe my eyes, absolutely not mistaken, that little shadow is a rooster.

The rooster walks in front, Xiao Mao follows behind, and there seems to be an invisible thread between them, pulling each other.

As I walked, I gradually came to the relatively prosperous street of Tiger Ear. At this point in time, when people are asleep, the whole street is quiet, there is no one and no sound.

I saw the rooster walk to a wooden shelf facing the street, and followed by Xiao Mao. This wooden shelf is on the left-hand side of a restaurant, which is not too big, but it is famous here in Tiger Ear, and the owner's secret roasted whole lamb is a must. Wooden shelves were erected above the roasting stove made of rotaster, and were used to hang the sheep.

The hairless rooster walked to the wooden shelf and stood still, while Xiao Mao slowly climbed up to the oven and reached out to put the rope that had been turned out of his backpack onto the shelf. He was slow, but I could tell he was putting a dead knot on the shelf with a rope.

At this time, I already had a premonition in my heart.

Sure enough, before I could finish this thought, Xiao Mao stepped on two bricks, stood on tiptoe, and put his head into the rope noose.

I don't want to show my face, but things have come to this point, and I can't do it if I don't show up, if I continue to endure it, Xiao Mao will probably hang himself on the shelf.

I picked up a rock and threw it hard as I ran forward, trying to smash the fluffy.

I thought that this stone would definitely scare the hairless rooster away, but the hairless rooster still stood in place. I didn't have time to think about it so much, Xiao Mao's head had completely stretched out into the rope sleeve, as long as his toes were loosened, the whole person would be suspended in the air.

I ran to the front in one go, rushed directly to the oven, picked up Xiao Mao, and freed herself from the rope noose. Xiao Mao's eyes were a little stunned, and I slapped him in the face, and I pumped it very hard.

This slap seemed to wake up Xiao Mao, his eyes were originally rolling back and forth in his sockets, but at this time he seemed to have returned to normal, shook his head violently, looked at me, and looked at the environment he was in, his face was full of confusion.

At this moment, the hairless rooster fell to the ground crookedly. I squinted my eyes, feeling very uncomfortable, because I realized that the rooster that had lost its hair was a dead chicken, dead for a long time, and half rotten.

"Let's go back first." I feel unsteady, something happened to Xiao Mao's side, and it is difficult to guarantee that everything will be safe at the hotel, so I grabbed Xiao Mao and ran, wanting to rush back first.

Xiao Mao walked so far on tiptoe, and now that he is sober, his legs and feet must be numb, but he still follows me all the way and rushes back to the hotel without stopping.

The inn was quiet, but the lights were already on in the house of Zhang Momo and Ning Kitten, and Lao Wang looked vigilant, holding a shovel in his hand, blocking the door.

I was relieved to see that they were okay.

Xiaomao and I met with Lao Wang, and several people entered the house together, Zhang Momo and Ning Xiaomei were also on alert, muttering in the house for a while, maybe the sound was a little loud, which alarmed Lao Shi. The old man came over to check on the situation with a broken flashlight.

"It's fine." Xiao Mao waved his hand at Lao Shi: "We can't sleep, let's play cards together." ”

Lao Shi didn't look like a nosy person, as soon as Xiao Mao said hello, Lao Shi went back to sleep.

I closed the door, the situation was not normal, but I couldn't figure out where the danger was coming from.

Until this time, Xiao Mao was still confused, and he didn't know what had happened just now. I looked at him, not a disguise, if I hadn't followed all the way and arrived in time, Xiao Mao would have been hanging on the shelf of roast sheep by now.

I told Xiao Mao what happened, at first, Xiao Mao was surprised, but listening to it, especially when talking about the dead rooster that lost its hair, Xiao Mao fell into deep thought.

"I said Xiaomao, do you have something to say?" Lao Wang was not stupid, he saw that Xiao Mao wanted to speak and stopped, pushed him, and asked: "Before we came, the friend who contacted you repeatedly promised that you were a reliable person, and you shouldn't have anything to do with us." ”

"I'm not going to be sloppy, I'm just thinking because I'm not entirely sure." Xiao Mao raised his head, the smile that usually hung on his face was all retracted, swallowed his saliva, and said, "We may have met a master." ”

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Mao may not know anything when he was led away by the shedding rooster, but after listening to me, he figured out some clues.

"There may be people from Tibet here." Xiao Mao looked out the window: "At least it's someone who has been in Tibet for a long time and is very familiar with it." ”

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he followed others to the Tibetan area to dump Cordyceps, once broke his leg and lived in an old Tibetan house for three or four months.

The old Tibetan was a good man, and he had traveled almost everywhere he could in Tibet, and he was very knowledgeable. During Xiao Mao's recuperation at his home, the old Tibetans took care of him and liked to chat with Xiao Mao. He told Xiao Mao a lot of strange things.

In the eighth century, after the rise of Tibet and the decline of Zhangxiong, Tibetan Buddhism replaced Bon and became the national religion.

Xiao Mao is actually very smart, and his brain is also very fast, he listened to me that it was a dead hairless rooster that led him away, and suddenly remembered a few things that the old Tibetans had told him before.

The old Tibetans said that when Tibetan Buddhism was introduced to the plateau, because of the lack of classics and teachings, he sincerely invited Atisha, who was well-known in India at that time, to Tibet. This invitation was made many times, and the last time, in the Tibetan team sent to India, there was an interpreter who was favored by Atisha. Atisha often took this interpreter with him and went out on a walk.

Once, on the banks of the Ganges, the interpreter saw an old brahmin. The old woman looked to be dying and dying, and she barely had the strength to walk.

The old man took the body of a child and with all his might, and finally came to the river. When the bath was over, the old woman sat cross-legged by the river and closed her eyes. The interpreter thought that the old brahmin was about to sit down.

When Atisha saw that the interpreter was distracted, he did not stop him, and the two of them stood not far from the old brahmin and watched silently.

It didn't take long for the old man to sit down, but the body of the child he had brought with him came back to life and walked away.

The interpreter was very surprised and asked Atisha, who told him that this was a kind of "soul restoration" in the outer way.

After a long time and several generations of inheritance, Tibetan Buddhism has an overall understanding of this soul restoration technique and an interpretation of the whole faith, which is the highest method in the six dharmas of Tibetan Buddhism: the transfer of knowledge and seizure.

"What? Acquaintance? Snatching? When Lao Wang heard Xiao Mao talk about this, he was a little unconvinced: "Have you read too many Xianxia novels?" ”

Xiao Mao didn't argue with Lao Wang and continued to talk.

In Tibetan, the top method of the six methods is called "Zhongjue", which translates into Chinese, which means to move knowledge and seize relinquishment. These four words are not complicated, and they can be understood literally, which roughly means to transfer one's own consciousness, memory, and spiritual consciousness from one's own body and into another person's body.

Marpa first passed on the knowledge to his son, and it is said that after his son learned this method, he once fell off while riding a horse, and with the help of the knowledge and seizure, he took his own life.

"Can you understand what I said?" Xiao Mao gestured at Lao Wang and said: "For example, now I am about to die, but I will move to the knowledge and take away, I will use this method to instill all my consciousness and memory into you, your own memory is gone, and your mind is full of memories that belong to me, so you say, are you Xiao Mao, or Lao Wang?" ”

"Even the memories have become your memories, I'm still a fart king." Lao Wang snorted: "Also, why do you have to instill it in me?" ”

"I'm just making an analogy." Xiao Mao felt that he couldn't explain it to Lao Wang, so he turned his head to look at me again: "Can you understand?" ”

"Probably understood." I nodded, because I had seen people who looked exactly like me, and even had the same memories, so I must have understood this aspect faster and more deeply than others, and I fully understood that if a person has my mind, my memory, then in some way, he is actually me.

"To put it bluntly, moving away is actually the same as reincarnation." Xiao Mao saw that there was finally someone who understood, and his expression was very pleased: "Reincarnation." ”

"Brother Mao, stop talking nonsense." Lao Wang doesn't seem to believe in these things: "Where did people come from in this life?" ”

"I'm not talking nonsense." Xiao Mao said very seriously: "Do you know that the Eastern Korl Living Buddha is living in Gyatso? ”