Guan Wen didn't want to ask about the old knife, and stared at the insects carefully, chasing the route that the insects crawled through. He soon realizes that the bug is writing something with his body, but the bug has been wandering the wooden card, in dynamic mode, and he has never been able to sort it out.

"This must be a bug raised by the tree master, and the bug must be able to sue you for something!" Basang was urging on the side.

Guan Wen gradually understood: "It is written with two words - suppressing demons."

Basang looked down for a while, and understood: "That's right, it's those two words." It must be the tree master who has put some kind of mana on the insect and has come to inform you of something.

Guan Wen asked without raising his head: "Notify me?" Why?"

Basang smiled bitterly: "Guan Wen, you listen to me." As far as I know, every year the temple elects the most promising and wisest monks to listen to the teachings of the century-old monks in the temple. After a few weeks of retreat teaching, the young monks went out and put aside the sutra books and workbooks and went directly to the 'debate'. If you succeed in the debate, you will be recognized as the best of the next generation and will directly enter the ranks of the temple's talent reserve program. You are a painter who has been in Tashilhunpo Monastery for more than a year and has become one with the monastery......"

Guan Wen shook his head: "Basang, you're thinking too much."

Basang Zhencuo sighed and replied: "I think that what you have done has moved the heavens, and the heavens will lower their edicts and give you the opportunity to enter the hall and enter the highest state of Tibetan Buddhism in the second half of your life." Between the words, he was full of envy for Guan Wen.

Guan Wen shook his head again: "Thank you for your blessings, my ideal is to be a painter who goes deep into the secret realm of the human soul, and I don't have the ambition to become a Buddhist inheritor."

Suddenly, the insect stopped swimming, curled up, and regained its original grain of rice, embedded in the natural crevices of the wooden sign.

"It's really a magical change—" Guan Wen stared at the annual ring line of the wooden sign. However, there was only one bug, and the other grooves or crevices were empty, without any attachments.

"Come with me to the Tree Master." Basang urged.

Guan Wen nodded: "Okay."

He is also full of curiosity about the legendary tree master who stays at home, and he has the opportunity to pay homage today, after all, it is a rare opportunity.

After walking out of the room, Guan Wen saw that Chizan was still sitting at the door of Baoling, and the old knife was missing again.

"Who the hell are these?" Basang couldn't help but ask.

Guan Wen replied: "They are all friends of Miss Baoling's friends, and I am afraid that she will have an accident here, so I rushed to protect her."

He didn't like the old knife, so he naturally had a grudge against Gao Xiang, who had said a few times to Baoling. Things gather like things, and those who can become friends with people like Lao Dao will not be good.

"I just saw a piece of paper spread out on your desk, do you want to help the other party draw?" Basang asked with concern.

Guan Wen replied: "Not necessarily, Miss Baoling's narrative is east and west, and I haven't caught the clue yet." I'll talk about these things when I get back. ”

In fact, he was confident in himself that he would be able to draw what Bao Ling wanted.

The two went out and walked side by side towards the gate of Tashilhunpo Monastery.

In the streets, pilgrims from all over the world gradually increased, but everyone's eyes looked reverently in the direction of the monastery, and they walked or bowed down intently, not paying attention to others at all. The true pilgrim comes from afar, and the only word "pilgrimage" is in his heart, and everything else in the outside world is abandoned, and even the physical needs of people such as eating and sleeping have become dispensable.

Guan Wen can understand the mood of the pilgrims, because when he came to Tashilhunpo Monastery from Jinan, Shandong, he was also in the mood of "pilgrimage".

"Guan Wen, how did you learn your painting skills?" Basang asked casually.

Guan Wen replied without hesitation: "I have been fond of painting since I was a child, and I have been attending painting training classes until I was finally admitted to the Shandong Academy of Fine Arts. After graduating, I set up a painting studio and sold paintings for a living. ”

His experience is quite simple, which is equivalent to being unemployed after graduation and being in the state of ziyou occupation.

"However, I have seen many painters, and none of them can paint people's inner world in a simple way like you. Remember? When you first came to the monastery, you once painted a picture of Guru Duji, and that painting hung in the monk's house, and it was called "Ice Cave Meditation", right?" Basang asked again.

Guan Wen thought for a moment and nodded: "That's right."

He remembers that the pencil sketch was done last summer, during the hottest time of the year at Tashilhunpo Monastery.

Pasang Zhencuo suddenly sighed, "Can you really draw the inner world of Guru Duji?" When is it convenient to draw me a picture too?"

Guan Wen couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Actually, to put it bluntly, that association can only target people who are worried." Psychologists have said that things can be written on the face, but I just look at the words and colors, get inspiration from the other person's face, and then go deep into their inner world. You are still so young, you have a bright future, and you are bright, how can you have a heart?"

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the gate of the temple.

Suddenly, there was a rush of bells from the depths of the temple, which was a short and crisp "dang dang dang dang", not the "dong buzz" sound of the morning bell and dusk drum.

Basang Jincuo stood still, covered his ears with his hands, and listened to the bell, his face immediately changed: "A total of fifteen rings, this is a kind of jing's signal, maybe something big has happened in the temple." Let's go, I'll take you to the Tree Master first, and then go back to obey the orders. ”

He dragged Guan Wen's sleeve and rushed in the direction of the Tantric Courtyard.

Along the way, there were old monks with old faces and staggering steps rushing out of various meditation halls and monks' houses. Strangely, the direction of travel of these people is the same as that of Basang Jincuo and Guan Wen.

"Let's take a shortcut!" Basang Jincuo took Guan Wen and strode northward, not taking a detour, but climbing three low walls in a row, to the east of the Tantric Temple. In normal times, there are rules in the temple that you are not allowed to go beyond the wall, and you can't take care of these things in extraordinary times.

In front of it is the courtyard where the tree master lives, and the walls and roof are in a state of decay, and there are many broken and missing roof tiles. A thick old tree protrudes out of the courtyard wall, its thick branches, leafless and fruitless, pointing bare to the sky.

At the gate of the courtyard, an old monk with a wrinkled face and a tired face stood alone against the door, looking up at the blue sky. Looking at the past from afar, in Guan Wen's eyes, the old monk seems to be another ancient tree, echoing the giant tree that almost breaks through the courtyard, one short and one tall, one thin and one thick, one small and one large, which is exactly in line with the principle of "from small to large, yin and yang" in the composition of the painting.

"That's Master Caidan Dajie, Master Shu's only descendant disciple, and the wooden box was given to me by him." Basang introduced in a low voice.

When the two arrived at the door, Dajie's gaze withdrew from the sky and fell on Guan Wen's face.

"Master, this is the painter Mr. Guan." Basang reported respectfully.

Caidan Dajie looked at Guan Wen blankly, paused for a moment, and his slender and dry eyebrows trembled.

Basang said: "The disciple is retiring."

He returned the way he came, leaving Guan Wen outside the hospital.

"What is a painting? Why do humans paint? When we look at a painting, are we looking at the heart of the painter, or the heart of someone else? Is landscape painting the heart of a mountain and a river? Is the painting of flowers, birds, fish and insects the heart of flowers, birds, fish and insects? You draw me, and you draw the real me? Is it me in your eyes or my inner world......" Caidan Dajie seemed to be muttering to himself, and seemed to be questioning Guan Wen.

His face was so shriveled that there was no extra flesh on his cheekbones, except for a layer of yellowish-brown skin that encased the two protruding bones. His eyes barely move, and when he wants to change the direction of his gaze, he can only twist his neck and replace the movement of ordinary people with bowing his head and raising his head. Usually this is only seen on giant tortoises lurking underwater.

"Answer me." After a moment, he spoke again.

Guan Wen only replied with three words: "I don't know."

Caidan Dajie's eyebrows moved again: "I don't know? Aren't you a painter?"

Guan Wen sighed: "That's right, it is precisely because I am a painter that I cannot answer these profound philosophical questions. In the eyes of the painter, looking at the mountains is just mountains, looking at the water is just water, and that's it. ”

Caidan Dajie's eyebrows raised: "In this case, how do you draw people's inner world?"

Guan Wen shook his head: "I never said that I wanted to paint people's inner world, what I painted, just what I saw, those things are there."

"Where?" Caidan Dajie asked all the way.

"In your eyes." Guan Wen smiled.

Caidan Dajie's eyes suddenly became angry, and the wrinkles on his face slowly unfolded, revealing a difficult smile.

There were still two high walls from the Tantric Temple, and the rapid ringing of the bell was heard again, accompanied by the faint sound of muttering and chanting. Listening to the voice, more than 100 people had gathered in the courtyard.

"You're finally here." Caidan Dajie let out a sigh of relief, the corner of his eye moved, and a cloudy teardrop slipped out.

He raised his left hand to wipe away his tears, and leaned into the chair twice.

Guan Wen was shocked to realize that the other party only had his left arm, and his right arm had disappeared with his shoulder.

"Come in, leave it alone." Caidan Dajie turned and walked towards the door.

Guan Wen followed up, and the first thing he saw was the giant tree planted deep in the middle of the courtyard. The roots of the tree naturally split in half, split apart like human legs, and when they reached the height of two people, the trunk rejoined and grew into one. As a result, a natural hole was left in the middle of the trunk, two meters wide, three meters deep, and about three meters high.

Looking inside from the hollow of the tree, there is the old house where the tree master lives. None of the wooden doors and windows of the house were complete, they were all scattered, like a small ruin.

"Come over here." Caidan Dajie stopped in the hollow of the tree.

Guan Wen smelled a strong smell of rotten wood in his nose, and all kinds of smells wafted in the air, and he vaguely recognized the smell of incense and candles, ghee, bird droppings, and dead leaves...... If it weren't for the guidance of Basang Jiancuo and Caidan Dajie, even if he passed by the door, he would not necessarily turn in.

When he entered the tree hole, the light suddenly dimmed, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"I've been waiting for you to come...... I have been looking forward to it for many years. I always thought I wouldn't be able to wait for you in this reincarnation...... Who knew that by chance, you finally appeared, what a ...... The most celebratory thing to celebrate! You tell me? Isn't it?" Caidan Dajie's tone changed, he was already old and low, and now he became more weak and addicted, as if a seriously ill person was talking, and every time he said a few words, he had to stop and rest before he could continue.

"Master, please forgive me, I don't know why you summoned me here, just say anything you want." Guan Wen said.

Caidan Dajie stood motionless, the contrast between the tree hole and the brightness outside was obvious, and Guan Wen could only see his silhouette, but his face could not be seen clearly.

"This is where you belong, have you forgotten?" Caidan Dajie said.

Guan Wen shook his head, indicating that he neither understood nor agreed with this sentence.

Tseden Dajie suddenly recited a Tibetan scripture, about 20 sentences.

Guan Wen's Tibetan level is average, and when he closes his eyes and listens carefully, he can barely piece together the meaning of the scripture, which turns out to tell the story of "The Corpse King sacrificed himself to save the pigeon".

"When I recite this narrative, do you remember those things?" Caidan Dajie asked.

Guan Wen shook his head and replied calmly: "Master, I don't know what you're talking about, it was Master Tree who summoned me with a wooden card, where is he?"

He originally thought that the tree master must be in the room behind the tree hole, and the question that Dan Dajie asked him in the tree hole was just a test of himself.

"I'm right here." Caidan Dajie replied.

Guan Wen was stunned, and his mind turned a few times before he reacted: "You...... Are you a tree master?"

According to his understanding at the moment, "Master Shu" is just another name given to the owner of the courtyard by the outside world, and since the owner is a Tibetan Buddhist monk, he must have his real name. That's why Caidan Dajie is the master of the tree, and those two names actually refer to a person.

"Of course I am, but you're wrong about other things, I'm me, he's him, we're two completely different people. There were supposed to be twelve people here, but now ...... Only ten positions remained, one of which was his...... The other one is yours. Caidan Dajie said again.

Guan Wen was a little confused: "Are you you?" Is he he? So who are you? Where are you?"

"I'm right here, hehehehe, I've always been here." Caidan Dajie laughed.

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