The big man waved his hand, and someone sent the knife wound medicine in a white porcelain bottle, and he personally pinched the cotton swab and gave the medicine to the two old monks.

"I don't want you to pretend to be a good person...... Don't pretend to be a good person......" the old monk's companion shouted in a high and low voice.

The big man put down the cotton swab, took a deep breath, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately suppressed the shouting: "What the two Venerables of the Ice Wheel and the Light Wheel said is just hearsay rumors, and there is no real evidence to support them. Whoever can point out the specific location of the great treasure, the great wisdom, the great hermit, we can immediately dig up and search for it, and make this secret public. It's a pity that now it's not just Tashilhunpo Monastery, all the wise men in Tibetan monasteries only hear their voices and don't see them, so how to find them? Master Vulture's so-called dedication of the thangka fragments is nothing more than borrowing the wisdom of all wise men. He was very wise, and he knew that he could not put together the thangka, so he carried these pieces everywhere with him. Tashilhunpo Monastery is not to guard the treasures, but to spread the faith and power of Tibetan Buddhism. If the wise men of the 12 monasteries of the Five Kingdoms come here to debate the wisdom of the Dharma, we welcome them, but if some people come for personal gain and to seize treasures, we will definitely not be weak and deceive. That's all for my words, after everyone has recovered from their injuries and rested, please leave on your own. ”

This evil did not make those people surrender, and everyone's eyes showed suspicion and disdain, but they could not come up with real evidence to refute the words of the big man.

The big man turned to Guan Wen, "Follow me, I'll take you to a place." ”

Guan Wen shook his head: "I'm sorry, I have other things, can I ......"

The big man also shook his head: "No, this matter is too urgent, I never force others, but this time I can only make an exception."

Guan Wen wanted to say something, but Bai Maha came over, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him behind the big man.

Leaving the main hall, the smell of blood faded. The vicious battle just now was like a dream of Nanke.

It was already afternoon, the sun was setting in the west, and the gray buildings of the Tantric Monastery cast a narrow shadow to the east. When I passed through the entrance of Master Tree's courtyard, the door was closed, and the courtyard was quiet and silent.

The big man stopped, stared intently at the ancient tree above the courtyard for a while, suddenly shook his head and sighed, and then quickened his pace to leave.

Guan Wen was quite puzzled by Caidan Dajie's behavior, if he really wanted to do something for Tashilhunpo Monastery, he should rush into the main hall together and relieve the siege for the big man, instead of throwing Guan Wen out and staying out of the matter himself. However, now that the crisis of the big man has been lifted, there is no point in harshly blaming Caidan Dajie.

He is concerned about the touching thangka pictures in the room in the courtyard, even if he can't paint the thangka with his own flesh and blood, but the creative techniques of the masters who left the paintings themselves are enough for him to study for ten or eight years.

He is a painter, and when he sees a master's work, he naturally can't rest assured.

The big man walked in front, and gradually, several young monks with vigorous stature and brisk steps flashed out from all over the place, and surrounded the big man from the front and back, left and right, and went east together, out of another hidden doorway. A silver-gray off-road vehicle had long been parked there, and there was no one around.

The big shots, Guan Wen, and Bai Maha got into the car, and then the car started and left Tashilhunpo Monastery.

There was a light gray curtain hanging on the window, which covered the outside scene, and Guan Wen could only guess where the car was going.

"I'll give you a mission to protect Guan Wen until the crisis is resolved." The big man said to the white Maha.

The light in the carriage was dim, and the face of the big man was very grim all the time, and he did not relax for a moment.

Bai Maha nodded and said not a word more.

"You just heard that, they mentioned Bingqiu Cold. You must be wondering, what the hell is that? Why would they mistake you for him? Guan Wen, this involves a story that is very far away, if it weren't for the master of the eagle to lead the masters of the five countries and twelve temples to interrogate, maybe we would all forget the name jì. Ice autumn cold, ice autumn cold...... You have failed everyone's expectations......" The big man closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth occasionally twitched, as if he had been immersed in a sad memory.

The car made a few turns in a row, and then passed through an extremely bumpy road, and the speed became faster and faster. Guan Wen understood, and the car was passing through the southern suburbs of Kaze, speeding in the direction of Lhasa.

"I've seen your paintings, and I've sent people to Tashilhunpo Monastery to find you and ask for paintings, to see if you can really paint what is in someone's heart. To be honest, although you have achieved what others can't, you still need to go through more training to reach the level of ice and cold. Moreover, you are drawing pencil sketches, and the strokes are thin and weak, and you cannot express the more profound and direct subject matter of the human heart; Bing Qiuhan's painting is a thangka, and for thousands of years in Tibet, it has been in that form to inherit ideas and express joy and hatred. The comparison of the two, one is the long sword, the other is the mountain axe, the strength is different, and the realm that can be reached is also different. Do you agree with what I said?" The big guy asked.

Guan Wen replied briefly: "Agreed."

In fact, he had the same feeling, only tourists could appreciate his paintings, and local monks and commoners were not interested in his paintings. This is like the fact that Tibetans like unique foods such as tsamba, milk tea, foot horse, churning dough, tui, and special, and they always resist the inflow of steamed buns, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk from other places, and will never be listed as a staple food in the family.

Tibetans love thangkas, it's an innate habit, and it's almost impossible to change it.

"If it's cold, it might be possible to put together those thangka pieces." The big man continued.

"Where is that man now? Passed away?" Guan Wen asked.

"He's gone." The big man sighed, "At the critical moment when his painting skills were about to advance by leaps and bounds from the master level to the stroke of genius, a woman who should not have appeared came to Tashilhunpo Monastery and ruined the future of Bingqiu Cold. He actually left a qiē and left suddenly. I had planned to train more artists who were good at painting thangkas by Bing Qiuhan, and pass on this ancient Tibetan art, instead of allowing it to disappear without warning like the Zhangzhung Dynasty and the Guge Silver Eye, so that future generations could not trace it. As soon as he left, all plans were disrupted, and the search for the legendary "Xizàng Demon Suppression Map" was also put on hold. When I saw you, the kind of cherishing talent that I had for Bing Qiuhan back then floated again, so I took you back to see some things. Don't worry, I still won't force you, after seeing those things, let Bai Maha send you back. But I think you'll be captivated by the story I'm telling, and your mind will be shattered......"

Guan Wen is very interested in what the big man said. If the big man can make his painting skills improve by leaps and bounds and become a master on a par with Bing Qiuhan, he will be able to draw Baoling's inner world effortlessly.

"Guan Wen, you're distracted again, what are you thinking?" The big man asked knowingly.

Guan Wen shook his head: "It's okay, I didn't think about anything."

In his heart, Baoling is distant and beautiful, which can only be viewed from a distance, not played closely.

"I can't see your heart, but I can see your eyes." Said the big shot.

"What?" Guan Wen retracted his thoughts.

The big man leaned forward and stared at Guan Wen's face: "That kind of look, I have also seen it in Bing Qiuhan's eyes." Young people, if you are fascinated, then the path to the highest level of thangka art is cut off. Any art form that cannot be immersed in yin research with concentration and dedication will eventually achieve nothing. ”

He is already very old, but his eyes are still sharp, like a scalpel that has just been sharpened, and Guan Wen's heart can be dissected clearly.

Under such a gaze, Guan Wen had a sense of embarrassment that he was about to suffocate: "I'm sorry, I'm really distracted." Before entering Tashilhunpo Monastery today, I was helping a friend draw her dreams. In fact, I know that there are quite strict flaws in my painting art, and I will be grateful if my predecessors can give me advice and help me break through the bottleneck of creation. ”

The big man's gray eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth drooped, revealing a meaningful wry smile: "Whether you can break through or not is completely up to you, I am just the light that leads the way." As for how to walk under your feet, isn't it entirely up to you?"

Guan Wen nodded and sighed deeply: "That's right. I'll try hard, though. A year ago, I came to Tashilhunpo Monastery from Jinan, Shandong Province, and my only wish was to improve the level of painting, and I never had any extravagant hope in other aspects. ”

In the course of their conversation, the car had already entered the outer ring road of Lhasa.

The big man told the driver in a deep voice: "Go to the Ninth Courtyard."

The car turned left on a street south of the Potala Palace, walked forward for a while, and entered a compound with four security guards and four monks standing at the gate.

"Here we are, come with me." Said the big shot.

The driver opened the door, and the big man got out of the car and led Guan Wen to a small two-story building to the north.

"Tell everyone, each in his place, maintain forbearance and restraint, and don't have any conflict with the people of the twelve temples of the five countries. Dharma matters should be resolved in the way of the Dharma, not by fighting and killing. When he reached the door, he turned back and whispered to the white Maha who was following.

Entering this courtyard, the big man unconsciously exudes a lofty and arrogant temperament, like a generation of kings, walking in their own palace.

Bai Maha bowed and retreated, and there was silence inside and outside the building, except for the rustle of the breeze blowing through the leaves overhead.

"I'm going to take you to see it, it's ......" The big man suddenly stopped, chaired a few times, and leaned against the door frame. After only a few seconds, the big man spurted out a large mouthful of blood, staining the grass under the steps of the doorway red.

Guan Wen hurriedly took out the tissue and handed it to the big man.

"I'm fine, I'm ...... It's okay, Master Eagle brought the most brilliant sages from the twelve great temples of India, Nepal, Bhutan, Sikkim, and Myanmar. I wanted to convince them as much as possible, but ...... Didn't succeed completely......" The big man wiped the blood from his lips, and his face was dark, as if covered with a layer of dust.

Recalling the fierce battle in the darkness in the hall, Guan Wen couldn't help but feel palpitations. If it weren't for the protection of White Maha, I am afraid that I would have fallen under the flying knives and hidden arrows. He was inexplicably drawn into this war, and it was already difficult to get out.

"Is the big treasure they say really exist?" Guan Wen asked.

There are many rumors among the Tibetan people that even the poorest temples with only three halls, only three monks, and only three square feet of land may have treasures buried underground. Because according to the folk customs of the ancient Tibetans, before dying, people will donate the most valuable items they have treasured in their lives to the temple to express their admiration for the gods and Buddhas, and they are eager to move the gods and Buddhas with this ultimate dedication and have a good home in the next life. In terms of temples, most of them built cellar-type treasure vaults with small mouths and large bellies, shaped like piggy banks, and the entrance was narrow to half a foot square, so that only treasures could be thrown into it but could not be taken out. Over time, no one ever knew how much gold, silver, and jewelry were in the treasure vault.

Although he asked like this, Guan Wen did not have the slightest covetousness for the treasure, he was just lamenting that Master Tianhu and the others were confused by the treasure, and as a wise man, they had done all kinds of unwise things.

"Is there one? Didn't you?" The big man shook his head and sighed, "It's all rumors, and none of them can be trusted." I am more anxious to know where the great wise man is than the great treasure. However, I brought you here to know the relics of the 'Wagangzhai Three Thousand Volt Demon Master'. The world only knows the story of Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty, Songtsan Gampo, King of Tubo, and Princess Qizun of Nepal teaming up to kill witches.

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