Lin Ci straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and walked up the steps.

In this moment of tranquility, any corner of the small building can be heard clearly.

Suddenly, there was a "coming" at the door, which was Su Jinwei's voice.

"What's the matter, all of a sudden, come in quickly." Su Jinwei took a few steps back and let Lin Ci into the house, he turned to his side and said, "Come over and help, I made your favorite sweet and sour carp, fragrant and spicy mapo tofu." You help me see how the soup is boiling, and I'll stir-fry another dish, and we can have a good dinner." ”

Walk through the living room to the kitchen.

Looking at the flickering flames in the furnace, Lin Xi's vision became a little blurred. As if nothing had happened.

Wait until the meal is served.

Lin Ci's face darkened, and he finally couldn't help but say, "Dad, I heard Li Man say that Mengdie's situation is not very good. ”

Su Jinwei's hand holding the dish paused for a moment before putting a piece of tofu into his mouth, and he nodded: "Anyway, you have to know sooner or later, it's the same now and later." That's right, the little girl's situation is not optimistic. What I could do was alleviate her, but I couldn't cure her completely. ”

"Dad, what's wrong with her?"

Su Jinwei raised his head and said in a deep voice: "The cells are exhausted, if this continues, her cells will no longer be able to divide." At that time, she ......"

"Why is this happening?" Lin Ci's expression changed drastically.

"She chose to slide to the dark side in exchange for immense power. That woman was able to fall into the fall. It is not easy to regain one's sanity after falling behind, and it is also a miracle. But after regaining his senses, he became a depraved. She should still remember those memories when she fell. If I'm not mistaken, she split a personality to protect herself. ”

"Split personality?" Lin Ci frowned, "But I don't think there's anything abnormal about Mengdie." ”

"Then she had used and fallen before that. The power associated with the Fallout? Su Jinwei asked.

Lin Ci's heart chuckled, Han Mengdie had not only used the power of the Black Phoenix, but also not a few. Looking at his expression, Su Jinwei already knew the answer.

"That's right." Su Jinwei sighed, "That little girl has split another personality, and that personality symbolizes the fall. She who has fallen. And through that second personality, a part of the fall is obtained. The power of the fallen. In fact, the reason why Li Feng and their black riders can still exercise the fall while maintaining their sanity. The power of the fallen. It's very similar to this principle, except that the second personality is replaced by the artificial cells I use. ”

Lin Ci looked at him, Su Jinwei knew what his son wanted to ask, and said: "That girl has a second personality, and the second personality is except that she has fallen. In addition to the symbol of the fallen, there is also the fall. The power of the fallen. The little girl used reason to build a wall between herself and her second personality, a barrier to protect herself from the dark side. But because she abused it. The power of the fallen, the wall or barrier, was not as strong as she had imagined. ”

"Power is a two-way street, when she borrows the power of the dark side, the wall will be penetrated by the power, and the originally solid structure inside will become loose, and the dark side will surge out."

Su Jinwei picked up a few green vegetables, put them in Lin Xi's bowl, and continued: "During the examination done to her, her brain report showed that the little girl's brain had some kind of damage. It is not known what caused it, but it is certain that this damage was caused by her re-incarnation. Occurs when the Lord's consciousness disappears completely. ”

Lin Ci frowned and said, "Why do you say that." ”

"Because of that injury, it hit her second personality hard. But her main consciousness was trapped behind the wall, so it led to a series of serious consequences. You may not know when to become a fallen. After the drop, the cell divides at an unusually rapid rate. ”

"According to my research, the rapid division of cells is probably related to the innate predatory habits of xenomorphs. The ones that fall are even more intense than normal xenomorphs. ”

"But there are times of cell division, so it generally falls. The natural lifespan of those who fall behind is limited. But fall. The loser will instinctively suppress their habits while reducing the frequency of cell division. ”

"But now, cells are dividing excessively, and if I can't stop or control cell division, at this rate, even if I use drugs to relieve it. She doesn't have much time left......"

Lin Ci's heart sank and asked, "How much time does she have left?" ”

"It's only two months ......"

One plateau, five hundred mountains and rivers; 100,000 frontiers, 3,000 Buddhas singing.

This is speaking of the West. Hide.

West. Zang used to be the yearning of many people's hearts. The vast earth, the majestic snow-capped mountains, the mirror-like lakes, the mountains full of Gesang flowers, and the colorful prayer flags fluttering in the wind are all soul-haunting dreams.

But now, the plateau is even more inhospitable. The temple, once thriving with incense, is now overgrown with weeds; The holy path of the believers in those years is now only patronized by the wind and sand. The already desolate land is now uninhabited.

In the evening, the setting sun turns the sky red, like a fiery red satin. Unfortunately, this beautiful scenery is not appreciated, and it is in vain.

On a windy and sandy road, there was a faint sound of car engines whistling, so rare that a herd of goats walking along the road forgot to dodge and still walked slowly.

The driver of the car was not in a hurry, and the deafening music was playing in the car, and he waited for the sheep to pass by while reaching out and tapping the car door while he joined the beat.

The off-road vehicle was dusty and covered in mud and dust.

The seats in the back compartment were folded off, and the vacated seats were placed with two oil drums, fastened with iron chains. A few rifles were thrown around the side of the oil drum, as well as a bag of ammunition.

The driver looked quite young, no more than thirty horizontally and vertically.

With a full head of reggae pigtails, sunglasses, and a red sweat scarf, he looks like those who came to the West in the past. Young people who travel by car are no different. But at this time, who would dare to enter the Tibetan area alone, even if they carried a rifle and ammunition.

After the cataclysm, West. Zang is not immune. Freaks roam the Tibetan region in large groups, and several wars have broken out with local armed forces.

Eventually, the people of Tibet had to withdraw from what they considered to be the Pure Land. Even if there are still monks or believers who are not afraid of death, they are still left, but now, I am afraid they have turned into white bones.

Not afraid that the loud music would attract the deformed beasts, when the sheep finally crossed the road, the young man stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle roared out like a tiger.

The spinning wheels blew up a thick cloud of smoke on the ground, and the smoke and dust billowed like a big yellow flag with no edge in sight, flying behind the car!

At sunset, the car stops at the foot of a mountain. The young man took a rucksack from the car, carried a rifle, and took a few magazines with him, and hiked up the mountain.

There was no word all the way, only the wind howled. By the time he was halfway up the mountain, the sun had completely sunk over the horizon and night had fallen. The young man had no choice but to stop and fetch dead branches from the nearby woods to make a fire.

Moments later, a bonfire roared, and the light of the fire illuminated a corner of the mountainside. The young man sat by the fire, with his rifle at his feet, and he set up a pot over the fire, unscrewed the kettle, and poured water into it.

When the hot smoke rose from the pot, he took out a packet of instant bubble packets from the bag, tore open the seal, poured the vacuum-preserved soup into the water, and stirred it with a spoon. In a moment, the rich aroma spreads through the cold air.

The young man brought out a few more cans of food and bread, which were his supper for tonight.

But as he was about to enjoy his food, footsteps sounded. From the woods behind him, the sound of dead leaves and branches being trampled off became louder and louder, and finally, a slender figure came out of the woods. Under the firelight, the young man could clearly see that he was an old monk.

It's not a Tibetan lama. Well, it's a monk in a monk's robe. The nine ring scars on the top of the old monk's head were unusually obvious in the firelight, which would not be surprising if this was a temple in the mainland.

But seeing a Chinese monk in Tibet is a little weird. The young man was obviously stunned, and then smiled: "Where does the master come from?" ”

"Nature comes from everywhere." As soon as the old monk opened his mouth, it was an authentic Beijing film. He approached with a smile, and saw that the monk had white eyebrows and white beard, and he was not young, but he was not slow to walk, and his body was still tough.

The young man heard him say this and knew that he was unwilling to tell the truth. He was not angry, and let him go and said, "Master let's make a fire together?" ”

"That's a good idea." The old monk was not polite, sat down by the fire, stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire, and took a deep breath and said, "It's so fragrant, if the donor doesn't mind, can you give the old monk a mouthful of soup to drink?" ”

The young man shook his head and said, "That's chicken soup, I'm afraid it's not suitable." I have bread here, master to eat? ”

"It's okay, it's okay, chicken soup is better, nourish the body." The old monk's eyes lit up and he looked greedy.

The young man frowned and said, "Aren't the monks vegetarians?" The master opens meat, and he is not afraid that his practice will be in vain? ”

"Cultivation and cultivation, after all, is the heart. If I have the Buddha in my heart, what about drinking chicken soup? On the contrary, if there is no Buddha in the heart, will it be true to sing the Buddha every day? The old monk smiled.

The young man gave a thumbs up and said, "If the master had said this before, he would have to make those eminent monks angry." ”

The monk shook his head: "If you have attained the Tao, how can you be angry and angry, and the donor's words are contradictory." ”

The young man shrugged, took out a stainless steel bowl, scooped some soup into the pot with a spoon, and handed it to the monk with some bread. The old monk was not polite at all, picked up the bowl and blew a few breaths, drank a mouthful of soup, and took a bite of bread, and ate happily.

Soon the soup was drunk and only a small piece of bread remained. The old monk asked, "What is the donor doing in Tibet now, now is not the time for sightseeing." ”

The young man raised his head, looked at the faint top of the mountain, and said, "There is a temple up there, and my mother often mentioned it when she was alive, saying that she came here once when she was young, but unfortunately she never had the opportunity to come here again." She's not here now, so I'm going to walk for her once. Take a good look at the scenery she saw back then. ”

"I see."

"Where's the master?"

The old monk threw the last piece of bread into his mouth and pointed to the top of the mountain: "As you said, there is a temple on the top of the mountain. That temple was supposed to be dedicated to the gods. Buddha, but now, it has been occupied by the devil. I'm going to go to the temple and talk to those demons about the Dharma. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment and said, "Master, aren't you afraid of letting the demon eat it in one bite?" ”

The old monk clapped his hands and said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

"Hell?" The young man shook his head and said, "Don't you think that this world has become hell?" ”

"Oh, why did the donor say that?" The old monk turned over his hand from the fat sleeved robe, and there were already two more oranges in his palm. He gave one to the young man and said, "I picked it from the woods just now, try it." ”

The young man looked at the orange with pimples on its skin and said, "If you have revenge, you can't take revenge, you can't take revenge." How is this to me different from hell? ”

The old monk shook his head and said, "If the heart is in hell, then everything you see is hell." If you can't let go of your mind in the so-called heaven, even if you are in the Buddha country, it is no different from hell. ”

"What does the master mean is that he wants me to let go of my hatred?"

The old monk did not answer him directly to this question, but said, "There is no pure good in this world, and there is no absolute evil. Good and evil are always mixed with each other, and if there is a person who is very vicious when he is young, he has done all the bad things; When he was middle-aged, he realized that he had done good deeds and accumulated virtue since then. So you say, is this a wicked man, or a good man? ”

The young man frowned.

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "It's hard to answer, is it?" This person is evil, and even if he does good, he cannot hide the fact that he has done evil. But doing good can make some atonement for the evil he has done. Therefore, when looking at a person and one thing, you can't just look at one-sidedness and make judgments. ”

"I won't advise you to let go of your hatred, because I'm not you, and I don't know how heavy and heavy that hatred is for you. I'll just tell you to give yourself a little more time to see and listen, and then finally decide whether to take revenge or not. The old monk patted his stomach, stood up and said with a smile: "After eating, after speaking, we will say goodbye." That temple is now occupied by demons, and it is no longer the temple that your mother visited and seen. Young man, you'd better go back. ”

Then use a branch as a crutch and hike up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, he heard footsteps, and the old monk turned around, and it was the young man who followed with a rifle. The old monk shook his head and said, "Didn't you hear what I just said?" ”

"Absolutely." The young man smiled slightly and said, "The master said that the temple has been occupied by demons, so I have to go up and drive away all the demons that occupy it." ”

The old monk's eyes widened: "Chase away the demons, but you are not their opponent?" ”

"That's a good question, what does the master rely on to teach the Dharma to the demons?" The young man asked with a grin, then walked forward.

The old monk was busy chasing after him, signaling Li Yuanqian not to be impulsive.