"Eight hundred four million seven thousand four hundred seventy six thousand six hundred forty-two steps." Guan Wen subconsciously read out the number.

"What?" Master Vulture was stunned.

"You're so tired, you can't put it all together by yourself. Putting together that many steps, when converted into a straight line movement distance for both feet, is already too much. What's more, a person's mind is limited, even if he racks his brains, what can he do? Guan Wen said.

Master Vulture trembled, took a step back, and asked in a trembling voice, "You...... Who the hell are you? How can you see that number?"

Guan Wen smiled: "Of course I can see it, that's why I'm standing here today." But seriously, I admire your perseverance, ordinary people will give up when they see such a complicated thing, and they will definitely not be like you, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and preferring to go to the tiger mountains. However, there is no point in doing so, even if you exhaust your life, you will still get an imperfect ending, what's the point? Of course, you have escaped from that cycle of thought, and standing here well proves that you have had an epiphany, which is gratifying. ”

Master Vulture trembled like a dead leaf in the wind, his right hand covered his heart, his left hand pressed his left head, and his body no longer stood upright, but became more and more rickety, as if he could fall down at any moment.

For Guan Wen, this is not the first time that this kind of strange picture suddenly appears in his mind. Every time he was able to draw a person's dream smoothly, it was because he had the picture in his mind first, and then he put it into his pen and achieved miracles that others could not do.

Suddenly, Master Vulture shouted a few words frantically, and two dark-faced bald old monks jumped up on the futon opposite, rushed over, and hugged him left and right.

In a hurry, the two old monks shouted at Guan Wen at the same time, but in a very non-standard Nepali language.

Guan Wen didn't understand the meaning of the evil, and the big man immediately explained behind his back: "They asked, who are you?" Why can you boast of being able to put together ancient thangkas?"

Guan Wen shook his head: "I haven't said anything like that."

Master Vulture also shouted, using the same language as the old monk.

The big man explained: "Master Vulture said that you are Bing Qiuhan."

The two old monks shouted at the same time, and their voices were even crazier than the first time.

The big man continued to explain: "They asked, are you Bingqiuhan?"

"Ice and autumn cold? Who is that?" Guan Wen shook his head because it was the first time he had heard that name.

The old monk was still roaring, and the big man continued to explain: "They say that Bing Qiuhan, the greatest thangka painter in the world, is dead, definitely not you, you are still so young, Bing Qiuhan should be at least sixty years old." They were right, there had been no news of that man for so long, he must have died somewhere, and by now, his exact age should be sixty-five. ”

The words of several people were mixed together, coupled with the self-talk of the big man, Guan Wen couldn't figure out what these people meant for a while.

"Oh howl—" Someone in the opposing camp let out a thunderous roar, although only one roar, but the sound caused an endless echo in the main hall, and the "oh, oh" was passed over and over again, and all the candles in the hall could not withstand the impact of the sound wave, and were extinguished instantly, leaving only the beating light of the butter lamp.

"Om Ma Ma Bang Mi Mi Ao-" The big man also recited the six-character mantra of Tibetan Buddhism in a deep voice, in order to counter the lion roar of the other side.

Before the sound fell, someone in the opposing camp rubbed his palms against the ground, making a burst of piercing ear drums, like two incomparably huge cymbals.

On the side of the big man, someone slammed his fists on the ground, making a shocking "dong dong" sound, the rhythm was fast and slow, destroying the sound of the other party's cymbals.

"Kill him!" Master Vulture shook his arms, and two black-faced old monks pounced on Guan Wen in the air, his four arms spread, and the twenty fingers of his four palms were like the sharp claws of a vulture.

A monk sitting next to the big man came over with a draft on the ground, like a crimson arrow, and this arrow reached between Guan Wen and the black-faced old monk, and suddenly unfolded upward, like a fan, silently blocking Guan Wen. An exhibition, a harvest, a retreat, the monk returned to the futon, as quiet as the moment when the dragonfly of Xia Ri left the lotus leaf and returned to the lotus leaf, the body was extremely light, and the ups and downs were fast to the peak, which was just a moment for ordinary people.

The two black-faced old monks who were originally like thunder fell to the ground, and before the screams came out, blood was already spurting from the four broken wrists.

Guan Wen felt a huge attraction coming from his back, and he involuntarily stepped back and stopped behind the big man.

"Don't worry, no one can hurt you here." The big man looked at the Vulture Master and said without looking back, "White Maha, protect this young man." ”

The monk who had just killed the opponent's four hands nodded silently, but he neither looked at Guan Wen nor at the enemy, just tilted his head slightly, staring at the roof of the main hall.

"Enchantment, sound killing, net lock, and map, hole slash ......" In the opposing camp, someone changed their Chinese and briefly ordered the arrangement.

The big man took a deep breath, his back bent like a bow, and his arms stretched forward like two arrows.

"Chop, chop, chop—" the person who gave the order shouted in a second round of rage.

"Boom-mm The big man recited the six-character mantra aloud in three sections, and at each exit, there was a violent tornado in the hall, one out of the left, and out of the right, and three out of the middle, after the three gusts of wind, all the lights went out together, and the hall became pitch black.

Guan Wen's ears heard the sound of shouting and chanting in various languages, mixed with the sound of swords and weapons colliding, the sparse clatter of utensils when they overturned, and even the hissing of poisonous snakes spitting letters. More than a dozen times, someone flew over from the opposite side, and the cold air carried by the sharp sword was almost about to stab his body, but the white Maha next to him was launched several times at the right time, and with the flying sparks flickering when the iron weapons were intertwined, the opponent's killing move disappeared without a trace.

Later, finally, again, Bai Maha did not block the other party's attack, and a person with a slight fragrance on his body sneaked into Guan Wen's side. However, the man did not make a move, but quickly said five words in Guan Wen's ear in Chinese: "Don't get burned!"

It was a young woman's voice, and even in the clanging of swords in the dark night, it seemed unusually clear and beautiful.

"Who are you?" Guan Wen quickly turned his face, and the slightly fragrant warmth at the corners of the man's mouth and nose hit his lips and face. Intuitively, the woman was the one who had looked at him.

"I am—" The light of the white Maha's sword struck, and the person with the faint fragrance disappeared, and the words that followed were no longer heard.

"It's also a nightmare, a nightmare of brutal killing." He closed his eyes, no longer looking, no longer thinking, only regarded the qiē that happened in the main hall as a dream, and suddenly thought, "Where is Baoling?" What did her dreams look like? If I really draw her dreams, will the faces in her dreams bloom for me?"

At the moment of turmoil, his life was at stake, but his mind drifted away all of a sudden. Thinking of Baoling, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, as if Baoling was right in front of him. Only by adjusting his mentality can he comfort Baoling and save her from anxiety and depression. He suddenly got tired of the current qiē, and just wanted to jump out of the battle group and go back to the family hotel.

Baoling's matter, no matter how small it is, is a big thing; Other things, no matter how big they are, are small things.

The lights came on again, and there were forty or fifty more monks in the main hall, locking the people who followed the Vulture Master tightly, and they couldn't move at all. It's just that Master Vulture is no longer in the hall. Everything that could be destroyed at the scene had been shattered, at least five throwing knives and ten short-pole feathered arrows were embedded in the two nearby wooden pillars, and dozens of stone slabs on the ground were also damaged, and debris was everywhere, showing that the battle in the darkness was quite fierce.

The big man walked in front of the group of people with no smile on his face, only deep compassion: "Master Shensha of the Moon Palace of the Guheshwari Temple of the Bagmati River in Nepal, have you also listened to the rumors of the vultures and coveted the unwarranted great treasure of Niseri Mountain?"

Some people lowered their heads, not daring to look at the big guys.

"Master of the Nine Snakes of the Mahamuni Buddha Temple in Myanmar, what about you? Why are you here?" The big man asked again, and then someone lowered his head, speechless.

When he walked up to the two black-faced old monks whose wrists had been cut off, he first instructed the monks on both sides: "Give medicine and bandage the two Dharma Protectors of Shuanglu Monastery in Sikkim, they are just bewitched by the Eagle Master and lost their hearts for a while. You must remember that whether it is the big or small temples in Xizàng or the 12 great temples in India, Nepal, Bhutan, Sikkim and Myanmar, we are not enemies of each other, but friends who are close to each other. What Buddhist disciples seek is cultivation and cultivation, and they must not become greedy and addicted to plunder, and they must quit the word 'greed'. ”

The people who followed the Vulture Master looked at each other with an embarrassed expression on their faces.

"Take them down and be well entertained." Said the big shot.

"Hey, don't you pretend to be a good person!" An old monk with a black face shouted. His black face had turned sallow yellow because of the blood loss.

"Venerable Ice Wheel, what do you have to say?" The big guy asked.

The black-faced old monk raised his head and spoke a long sentence in English. The people in the main hall fell silent and listened quietly. The people who had followed Master Vulture nodded frequently as they listened, as if they were very supportive of the Ice Wheel Venerable's point of view.

Guan Wen heard that Venerable Ice Wheel mentioned words such as "great treasure, great wisdom, and great hermit" several times, and the final conclusion roughly meant - "The great treasure belongs to all Tibetan temples, and should not be swallowed by Tashilhunpo Monastery alone." The great treasure is not the whole secret, it must be taken out and shared with the twelve temples of the five countries, as well as the legendary great wisdom. The Eagle Master has traveled all over Uttar Pradesh, collected all the thangka fragments, and dedicated them for the study of the twelve monasteries of the Five Kingdoms, so Tashilhunpo Monastery should also do the same thing and share the secrets of the great treasure with everyone. The Great Hermit must have existed, and Tashilhunpo Monastery must have known the place where the hermit practiced, so why did he keep hiding it and refuse to confide in half a sentence? If Tashilhunpo Monastery had been doing this, then the Five Kingdoms and Twelve Monasteries would not have recognized its exalted status in Tibetan Buddhism. ”

Before Venerable Ice Wheel finished speaking, another black-faced old monk also interjected: "The purpose of obtaining the Great Treasure and the Great Secret is to benefit Tibet and the world. Since Tashilhunpo Monastery doesn't have this ability, why not let someone else do it? Isn't it a to be occupied?"

The slang was vulgar, but everyone's attention was focused on how the big man answered the question, and no one laughed.

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