I don't know when Gu Tingcheng and Guan Wen's hands shook together, but this kind of intimate action has nothing to do with the feelings of men and women. The two of them are like companions in the torrent, each other's bodies and Jing gods supporting each other, using all their potential, recording the original words of Master Sancher.

"The heroes of the East are as brave as King Gesar,

His brilliance shone on Mount Niseri.

A king and two princesses have not been able to complete the business,

The final break was made in his hands.

Be sure to pay attention to the Rakshasa witch,

She doesn't just have one life.

Good people only saw the blazing sun,

But you can't see the dark side of the moon.

Everyone's eyes are blinded,

for they did not have the eye of King Gesar.

The witch made her final attack,

The hero's life is in danger......"

With a pop, Master Sancher spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body sat twice, unable to hold on to singing, and slowly fell forward.

Guan Wen rushed over and held the other party.

"Rap artist...... You can't divulge the secret of heaven, otherwise you will suffer the curse of heaven...... What we drank...... It's not wine, it's a medicine that breaks through the God's teachings, and with the help of it, I can see what the gods don't allow me to see......" Master Sancher smiled miserably, and a small star-like black halo appeared in the originally dark yellow hall, and spread rapidly downward, soon to his nose and lips. He opened his mouth again, but there was no sound coming out, only a hoarse "ah".

Caidan Dajie's blood was still dripping silently, and the wick had turned a shocking blood-red.

Master Sancher turned, lifted the wine bag, and looked at Caidan Dajie.

"I know what you mean—" A meaningful smile appeared on Caidan Dajie's face.

Master Sancher struggled to crawl to the tank, his hands clutching the wine bag, leaning against the tank.

"Let's end it here, it's just right. My soul and body should be completely dedicated to Tashilhunpo Monastery, just like the sages of the previous generations, like Master Shu, who abandoned their self and forgot their self, and became the most beautiful sound in Tibetan Buddhism. I'm ready, let's get started......" Caidan Dajie straightened his back, smiling, staring at the fainter and fainter head of fire.

Master Sancher uncorked the sac again, and the wine in the sac slanted down, mixing with the ghee and blood at the bottom of the vat. He turned his head, pressed his right hand on the Adam's apple, and his lips twitched, but he couldn't make any sound.

Guan Wen stared intently at Master Sancher's lips and read his lips word for word, the general meaning of the evil was - "The world under the Niseri Mountain is waiting for you to save, and it is not only the calamity of Tibetan Buddhism, but also the calamity of the land and the people." During the reign of one king and two princesses, they never prayed for themselves, but devoted themselves to cultivation and took it as their responsibility to seek the well-being of the people, which is what the real wise men do. Our mission has been accomplished, goodbye......"

With a bang, a raging fire ignited in the oil cylinder, and when the flames took off, they kept licking Caidan Dajie's one-arm.

"Master, get out of there—"

Guan Wen shouted, wanting to rush over and pull them away, but was immediately stopped by Caidan Dajie raising his hand.

"A qiē illusion does not come for no reason, it does not go for no reason, it is only for the sake of the destined people. Guan Wen, a person's life is just a drop in the ocean, a sand in the Ganges, don't look at me, look at the illusion that has been left in Tibet for thousands of years, that's what you should pay attention ......to" Caidan Dajie's fingers have melted into the flames, and the house is full of the smell of burnt skin and flesh.

Above the flames, a general in black armor suddenly appeared, with a tiger on his back and a long silver knife in both hands. His face was dark and rough, and he had been so tormented by the winds of Tibet that he couldn't see his original complexion clearly, but his eyebrows revealed an incomparably passionate righteousness, and his eyes were blazing looking straight ahead.

To the right of the general, flames flashed, and a plain white woman also quietly appeared. Her face was as pure as the moon, her long black hair dragged down to her heels, and she was holding a bundle of half-black and half-red two-foot-long bamboo sticks in her arms.

Guan Wen feels that if these two are a couple, it is really the best interpretation of "beauty with hero". Only a beauty like her is worthy of a hero who stands up to the sky, and only the majestic and invincible black-armored general can protect her, accompany her, shelter her from the wind and rain, and fight for her.

Caidan Dajie's arm had burned to the crook of his elbow, and the severe pain made his face covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, but he still had a smile on his face, and he had already put life and death on the line.

"That's what I want from you...... What I saw was also the Tree Master...... A qiē Tibetan sages and sages want you to see...... Only by seeing them can we obtain the true meaning of cultivation and carry out the great cause of eliminating demons to the end. They are illusions, but you must know the significance of their constant presence in Tashilhunpo Monastery......"

The fire in the vat gradually weakened, like a pot with the bottom of the salary, and the boiling gradually stopped.

"They want you to see the era of one king and two princesses, but my life is about to burn out, and even the simplest mission is difficult to complete...... I'm so useless, the years that I have hidden in that courtyard have not only failed to increase my cultivation, but have reduced my former abilities, I am really ashamed, ashamed! Caidan Dajie shook his head and sighed, the flames had already licked his shoulder.

"The practice of Tibetan Buddhism is like this, sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. Even if it is a sword that blows out and breaks the hair, if it is not sharpened, it will rust and decay. I have sung too many heroes in the years, and I have seen too many heroes in the twilight, no one can escape the wheel of time, even the great King Gesar will grow old one day. Master Sancher's arms also reached into the flames, and his ten fingers, as thin as a bird's claws, trembled and spread, caressing the leaping flames.

"Time is running out, so the people who cling to the skeleton thangka technique have failed, they are trapped in that small courtyard, unable to break free from the shackles of Yu Wang, and the same is true of Bing Qiuhan, although he broke free from the thangka cage, but directly entered the deep well of another love yu, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself. Master, what kind of person can completely put an end to Yu Wang, and become a man on man, a god on God?" Caidan Dajie moved his body, and his stump arm touched the ten fingers of Master Sancher.

In the midst of the raging flames, the three hands that had burned to the point of only the wreckage were clasped together.

Master Sancher's flesh joined the burning, churning flames roasting their hair and eyebrows at close range.

Guan Wen's throat choked, and he couldn't say a word, because the dedication of Caidan Dajie and Master Sancher shook him deeply.

"Look...... The ...... of the two princesses years, looking at them ......" Caidan Dajie gasped with difficulty, and the beads of sweat on his face merged into huge droplets, hanging on his chin, shining with tongues of fire.

"Duh! Look there, not us – look there! ...... with your heart" Master Sancher's voice suddenly rose up, like a thunderclap, which made Guan Wen feel empowered and drunk again.

He closed his eyes and silently felt his heartbeat calm down little by little, before he opened them. This time, he saw another woman in red next to the general and the beauty, with her left arm on her chest, a red jade stupa on her elbow, and her right hand hanging down, holding a rein, which was tied to the neck of a colorful tiger.

Three people, standing majestically above the flames, three pairs of eyes staring into the distance together.

"I see it." Guan Wen said.

At this moment, his heart was like water, and he put aside all his sorrow, fear, pity, and self-blame, and completely regarded himself as a bystander. Because of this, the fiery arms of Caidan Dajie and Master Sancher, and the illusory phantoms of the one king and two princesses on the flames have become a living drama, no longer intruding into his heart, nor allowing him to have the slightest distraction. Or, only in this way, can we truly see a thing clearly by treating life and death, pain, ancient and modern, and real illusion as things outside the body, clouds and smoke outside the sky.

"Okay, okay, I know him...... He can do it......" Caidan Dajie gasped like a terminally ill ox.

"It's just ...... The Long March has come out of the first ...... The first step, there is nothing to rejoice...... For so many years, so many people, I have never seen anyone who can understand the historical sites of thousands of years, and find the path they want to take...... There was no road in Tibet, and I don't know how far the road to success was...... We divinely taught rap artists should not have been involved in these things, rap artists are outliers in Tibet, not gods or people, not Buddhas and ghosts, and do not belong to any party's camp...... We are just spectators, just historians who record those events, just wandering spirits in Tibet...... But this time...... This time I really miscalculated, I just wanted to watch the fire from the other side, but who expected to jump into the fire all of a sudden, and be burned by the fire...... It hurts...... I am in pain......" Master Sancher's voice trembled like a leaf in late autumn, and he gasped in pain despite gritting his teeth and frowning with all his might.

"No matter how strong an eagle is, there will always be one last desperate flight of death...... No matter how sacred a rap artist is, there's always one last swan song, doesn't it? Isn't it?" Caidan Dajie asked breathlessly.

"You're right, but I'm ...... But I ...... But I hurt......" Master Sancher screamed, and suddenly he struggled with all his strength, and his body left the cylinder, and he fell backwards. His hands and forearms were scorched, and with this struggle, his arms and elbows broke, and the broken limbs fell into the oil cylinder. The joints that had lost their flesh and skin connection all fell apart and scattered into dozens of pieces, and then the flames at the bottom of the tank burned a second time.

At the same time, Caidan Dajie's body withered, he collapsed against the oil cylinder, his arm burned to his shoulder, and the wound turned into charred coal, emitting wisps of green smoke.

Guan Wen seemed to have seen this tragic scene, and as if he hadn't seen anything, his body suddenly lightened, and he quietly stood on top of the flames, standing face to face with one king and two princesses. Immediately, he felt that his body had been pierced by the gaze from the opposite side, and those six gazes pierced through him like six fiery arrows, and then passed away silently.

Guan Wen's mind turned, and he immediately moved sideways, took two quick steps, and turned to the woman in white, following their gaze into the distance.

He saw the mountains, lakes, temples, prayer flags, sheep, horses, and yaks embedded in the green meadows like pearls and clouds. At this time, he was like sitting on an airplane for aerial photography, overlooking the earth, as if overlooking a vibrant Xizàng map.

"There's nothing more dangerous than now." The woman in white muttered, her voice like the wind blowing through the strings, mellow and beautiful.

"Yes, nothing is more dangerous than now, I can even feel the black fire hidden under the earth, it will burst out at any time, it will burn the earth at any time, and it will swallow a qiē." The woman in red said.

The tiger she was holding in her hand was originally quiet, but at this moment, she suddenly opened her bloody mouth and let out a majestic and low whistling sound one after another, which made Guan Wen's ears almost instantly deaf.

"What can it be? Even if we love the earth beneath our feet so much, there is nothing we can do to prevent tragedy from happening. We have done everything we could. What we can't do, we can't do in the past, we can't do it today, we can only watch the tragedy happen. The black-armored general said.

"I've divined, in all the dead games, there is always a living chess piece alive, and that's probably the only hope—" The woman in white raised her arms forward.

Guan Wen's vision suddenly appeared a Go chessboard with a length of 361 squares. On the chessboard, the forces of black and white are intertwined, and the battle situation is extremely chaotic.

"Look, it's the white son in the 'three, three' position in the upper right corner, it is alive, no matter how difficult the battle situation is, no matter how fierce the attack of the enemy is on the several big dragons of the white chess, it is alive, it is making a living by itself, creating a place by itself, tenacious and hard, living cautiously. I think it is our hope, and it is also the hope of Tibet. The woman in white said with infinite sadness and melancholy.

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