"It's you!" I was slightly surprised, why is he here? Listening to what he just said, it seems that the buddy who recited the hexagram to me on the train a few days ago was instructed by him, how did this old guy know that I came to Tibet? How do you know exactly which train I'll be on? The golden abacus is worthy of being the hand of the old ninth-rate, and it really has some means.

I smiled indifferently: "I see, I still think the guy on the train is a charlatan." ”

"People tell fortunes, but they don't say evil." Jin Abacus said: "All the tricks that deceive people, which one takes the initiative to ask for money?" ”

"Ten dollars a hexagram, it's a lot on the street." I laughed wickedly.

The old man immediately blew his beard: "The wind of the world is going down, the wind of the world is going down." ”

The doornail leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Little Guan Ye, who is this old man?" ”

"Golden abacus."

The doornail glared: "Damn, real or fake?" The half-fairy in the legendary Old Nine Streams? Was his abacus made of gold? ”

I looked at the surprised expression of the door nail, it didn't look like it was pretending, he actually knew the old Jiuliu, it seems that his seniority in the Siberian Tiger is much older than I expected, but why haven't I heard the iron sand mouth mention it? I'm getting a little worried now.

"There is a golden abacus, but it is much smaller than this, I have only seen it once, and it is the size of a palm." I walked over and bowed my hand to the golden abacus: "You are always here, are you waiting for me?" ”

Jin Abacus shook his head: "I originally came to listen to the master's lecture here, but I saw you on the train, and someone gave you a hexagram. ”

Who believes? I secretly scolded the old guy for really selling guanzi, a man who played feng shui and came to the lama to preach, the modern version of Journey to the West! Taishang Laojun knows that he still can't blow his beard?

"It seems that you are quite familiar with the master here, just right, I want to ask him for help, please give me a recommendation?" I said, made a bow, this bow, but sincere, the old man's purpose here is definitely not so simple, but as long as he is not my enemy, everything is easy to say.

"I came out to see you at the behest of my guru." Jin abacus said: "The day before yesterday, the master knew that a guest was coming, but I didn't expect you to come so quickly, he didn't finish his homework and couldn't see the guest, so he told me that if the old man came, let him go up the mountain again tonight, and then he would meet again." ”

"Then you tell the great lama not to worry, you can't finish your homework and continue to write, my little Guan Ye is not here to see him." The doornail saw the bluff of the golden abacus and was a little impatient.

"You can't see the people you want without the consent of your guru." Jin Abacus looked at me and said in a very firm tone.

Recall that the little lama who opened the door for us just now, ran away as soon as he saw the photo, apparently someone had told him not to take us to meet people privately, but the little lama was ignorant of the world, and he was a little overwhelmed when he saw the living, so he simply hid and forgot it.

In other people's land, I am not good at using strong, the door nail is the old head snake, but I am angry, and there is no intention to help, I secretly sighed, magistrate, half the sky, it is really this truth, yes, and I have long insight, so I had to thank the golden abacus and go out of the mountain gate depressed.

I have been pondering the appearance of the golden abacus, and the accident is an accident, and there must be something strange in it. Could it be that he also came for the knife? Listening to the tone, he seemed to know that I was going to see Xiaodao, that is, he knew that Xiaodao was in the lama temple, but according to the relationship between Jiuliu and Jiuli Tianzong, Jin Abacus was not qualified to see Xiaodao at all, if he wanted to see it, it would not be possible without the Guan family, I would be the Guan family, but why didn't he keep me? Could it be that in the lama temple, there are already family members involved? Second uncle? My heart beat faster all of a sudden, no!

Why did the golden abacus come to such a play? If not for the knife, but for the lama's temple? Think about it, there is also this possibility, even I, a half-hanger, can see the hidden mystery of the lama temple, he must have seen through an old-fashioned rake, even if the reputation of the golden abacus is high, in the end it is still a craftsman, the cat smells fishy, there is no reason not to be tempted.

Since the great lama asked me to come at night, I obeyed their wishes, and first gave the number of courtesies, in short, this time I had to see the knife, at all costs, at all costs!

Back in Ramla, Tashi asked his wife to make a table of meat, and I had a full meal, and I was drunk and fell asleep in bed, waking up to find it dark.

I got up and washed my face with cold water, but the door nail was not there, and asked Tashi, who said that the door nail had gone to fix the car. I went back to the house to clean up, hid the dagger in my sleeve, moved my muscles, and told Tashi to go out for a stroll, and the simple Tibetan man advised me not to go far, so I quietly went out, avoided the door nails, and walked straight to the lama temple alone.

The wind is up, the wind on the plateau is really strong, different from the sea breeze, the sea breeze is strong, rolling up the waves and shaking the earth, but it is just terrifying, even if it is winter, the wind is mixed with water vapor, it feels very cold, and it can be endured after all. And the wind on the snowy mountain, really biting, blowing on the face like a knife, looking at the endless snow, I can suddenly understand the feeling of those white bones who were found lying on Mount Everest before they died, although wearing a thick yak fur coat, walking in this vast snowy area, facing the cold wind, and carrying a bottle of water alone in the desert under the scorching sun, the fatal thing is not the ice and the earth, not hunger and thirst, but loneliness.

Walking this mountain road at night is a hundred times more painful than during the day, if you are not careful, you will slip, and you will fall hard, if you are not thickly dressed, this ice and earth, I am afraid that there are not a few good places left on the body, but fortunately, the exposed pagoda spire on the ridge is like a lighthouse that summons me to guide me, otherwise I estimate that it will be scrapped halfway up the mountain.

Stumbling and finally climbing to the ridge, I sat down and gasped for air, not knowing if I was too tired or what, but I was not in much of a hurry to enter the temple at this time. I lit a cigarette, just smelled it, but didn't dare to smoke, although the altitude sickness is not so strong, my lungs can no longer withstand the cannibalization of nicotine, I can clearly feel that the discomfort in the lungs is getting stronger and stronger, and I must not waste it before I find the knife.

I calmed down and looked at the lama temple at night, and I could see a lot of things that I couldn't see during the day. There are many houses around the stupa, but less than a third of them are lit, and after looking at it for a while, I have already found some clues. With the pagoda as the center, according to the direction of the eight trigrams, I recalled the system of many tombs, one by one, the house with the lights on, and the tomb chamber, coffin room, ear chamber, burial pit, sacrificial altar and so on, I was surprised to find that it was completely consistent.

This makes me a little excited, is this a signal? Does it indicate that there is indeed an ancient tomb under the lama temple? Thinking about it, I silently imagined in my heart that all the places where the lights were lit up as a dot, and then connected these dots to form a pattern, and my heart was shocked, and my hand trembled and almost threw away the cigarette butt, and the pattern turned out to be a human hand with six fingers!