This is only a small part of the hundreds of images, and he also sees another image below.

A thousand eagles gathered, chirping and circling the manuscript, surrounding a lone peak. Someone was tied to a wooden post, and a dozen men armed with sharp knives and bare-chested men stood aside. Not far away, the silver armor and two crescent knives were discarded. From this, it can be seen that it is the silver-armored man in another video. It was something anyone could guess the outcome of, and the executioners took turns dropping their knives, cutting off the man's muscles and throwing them into the valley. The eagles were in a commotion, volleying human flesh in their mouths and flying away. The crazy laughter of the big men and the rolling screams of the goshawks tearing their prey in mid-air were all heard, but the screams of the man when he was being killed by a thousand knives could not be heard.

Guan Wen's throat choked, and two lines of hot tears rolled down from his eyes. He was keenly aware that the person who was being killed must be someone he knew, or even a close family member. Unable to resist the torture, his chest almost exploded with rage. However, he was always powerless, because he did not know what happened in what year, month, time and place.

Just twenty paces away from the wooden pillar, a woman in white was lying on her back on the ground, her hands and feet tied to four wooden pillars. She was awake, and although she struggled hard, her hands and feet were tied and she couldn't break free at all. The reason why she struggled desperately was because a man with his back to Guan Wen was approaching step by step, and his ill intentions were clearly revealed.

The woman didn't cry and scream, but glared at the man who was about to take her own with angry eyes. If eyes could kill, she would have killed her enemies a thousand times. Her face is exquisite, and the outline of her facial features seems to be a treasure carved by the sculptor, flawless and beautiful to the extreme.

Because of this, the scene Guan Wen saw was like a most beautiful flower about to be ravaged by the hands of sin, which was indignant and intolerable.

In another video, Guan Wen sees the infinite depths of the underground world, where a man with hair and beard hanging down to the ground is in a posture of meditating on his knees, holding a knife in his hand, slowly carving on a stone. Beside him, there were already countless stone figurines. His movements were so slow that Guan Wen realized that the other party was indescribably old, and he was just barely alive to repeat this action.

The old man sat on a large round crystal stone, about five meters in diameter, surrounded by a silent underground river, the surface of which was parallel to the top of the crystal stone.

Further back, Guan Wen also saw colorful wind and horse flags all over the mountains, stretching for hundreds of miles. Many Tibetans in new clothes lined up on both sides of the road, looking into the distance. In the distance, a group of people was coming this way, and the sound of drums and laughter rang out. Then, the caravan of horses that opened the way approached quickly, and each cavalryman carried a large banner embroidered with the word "Tang......

Another time, Guan Wen saw a tall and mighty black-armored general, accompanied by two beauties, standing on the top of a high mountain, holding a map, pointing into the distance.

In most of the footage, Tibetan wars are recorded, with blood and floating corpses filling every river and lake. Historically, Xizàng has fought endlessly, and what is recorded in the history books may be only one percent or even less, and more have been lost to the years.

With the help of this magical Mani stone pagoda, Guan Wen has seen those histories in a glimpse. This kind of encounter is impossible for even Tibetan Buddhist monks to encounter.

Guan Wen's eyes could no longer see, and his mind was even more dizzy, which was caused by overwork due to absorbing knowledge too much and too quickly.

Finally, Guan Wen cried out "ah", and the surrounding images dispersed, and the relics and Mani stones also fell from mid-air.

"You see it...... You saw the filial piety in the memory of the wind crane...... Affair...... Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......" Venerable Red Flame coughed weakly.

Guan Wen took a breath, struggled to jump off the back of the Red Flame Venerable, and sat down on the Mani stone pile.

"Although I don't know who you are, I know that at certain moments, these relics refined from the golden bodies of Tibetan Buddhist sages will manifest their magical powers, telling us everything they know, so that we can avoid detours and become the creators of history......" Venerable Chiyan couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to the ground with trembling fingertips, pointing to the relics scattered all over the ground, and sighed faintly, "Now, can you still tell which one you just brought?" Or, when I leave with regrets, can you tell what I've left in this room?"

Guan Wen couldn't speak for a long time, and his chest was full, all because he saw the silver-armored man being tragically killed. If he had the superpower to travel through time and space, he would definitely go straight to the valley where a thousand eagles gathered, kill an enemy, and save that person. And, of course, the beautiful woman in adversity next to her. However, he also knows that no one can change the historical events that have happened, and no matter how tragic those events are, they are already in the past. It is conceivable that the silver-armored man has died tragically at the top of the lonely peak, and the woman must not be defiled by others.

The big man pushed the door in, looking at the messy Mani stone all over the ground, there was no surprise on his face, only deep sadness.

"What about you? Can you tell?" Red Flame Venerable asked.

The big man bent down to pick up a relic and looked at it carefully, but after only a few seconds, the seemingly hard relic suddenly spread out at his fingertips, turning into gray powder and falling down.

"I can't tell the difference, but I know that it is the result of the practice of several generations of Tibetan Buddhist monks. They adopted the method of relay practice, which is to use the immortal soul crystals to warn future generations never to indulge in the superficial peace of life, and to remember to take precautions and prevent troubles before they happen. I'll call someone to clean up this place—"

"None of that matters." Venerable Red Flame said, "The important thing is to do what you can with all your might. What we have to do is to work together to suppress the demons. ”

Guan Wen's mood has regained his calmness and his mind is clear.

He clearly felt that after seeing the shocking images brought by those relics and mani stones, he was no longer the traveling painter Guan Wen in the past. Once upon a time, he had only paintings and brushes in his heart, but now, with the world in his heart, the window on his soul has been completely opened.

Just like the famous poem of Zen Master Chai Lingyu in the Song Dynasty: I have a pearl, which has been locked by dust for a long time. Today, the dust is gone, illuminating the mountains and rivers.

That kind of instantaneous epiphany cannot be expressed in words, and all the insights and understandings are filled in Guan Wen's mind.

It is said that in the Song Dynasty, Zen Master Chai Lingyu wrote this verse after a fall. It means that everyone has a pearl of their own, and this pearl is their own clear understanding of themselves. However, most people have been unable to realize this for a long time, and have been degraded by following the crowd. Until one day, this person realized this pearl in himself, and his life was clear and bright.

Going to school, painting, teaching, eating, sleeping, surfing the Internet, watching TV, and other trivial and trivial things in Jinan all represent the stage when the pearl in Guan Wen's heart was blocked by the dust. When his soul gradually awakened, he resolutely abandoned Jinan and went to Tashilhunpo Monastery, but the dust gradually receded. Now, the experience in the Mani Stone Pagoda has made him reborn and have a deeper understanding of the great cause of "suppressing demons" in Tibetan Buddhism.

"Venerable, what exactly should we do?" The big guy asked.

"Gather the wise men of the twelve monasteries of the five countries, plus the wise leaders of the major monasteries in Tibet, and study the thangka fragments together until they are put together. Since the sages and sages have left us with clues to suppress demons, we must seize the opportunity to move forward, and never give up until we achieve our goal. This time, no temple should be in a hurry, let alone hold an antagonistic attitude, everyone must maintain a good attitude of unity and cooperation from the heart to the body. At this critical moment, as long as they can contribute to the suppression of demons, they are all comrades-in-arms. We must unite the forces that we can unite, and in this sense, Master Vulture is not an enemy, but a friend.

The big man deserved to be the most brilliant wise man in Lhasa today, and in a few words, he understood what Venerable Chiyan meant, and immediately turned around and went out.

It was late at night, but under the arrangement of the big man, several monks went out at the same time, and the wise men of the twelve temples of the Five Kingdoms were sent to this courtyard in a special car an hour later.

A huge one-piece tent was erected in the courtyard, 20 meters long and 15 meters wide, very bright and open. Inside the tent is a table with ten tables connected to each other, on which a variety of food is prepared to suit the habits of different wise men.

In addition to these people, the big man also called Tashilhunpo Monastery and transferred all the middle-level and above wise people who participated in the operation of the Tantric Monastery.

"Who can contact Master Vulture? Now is the time to turn enemies into friends. The big man asked the wise men himself.

Someone replied, "Before coming here, I called Master Vulture to inform him, but he said that he would go and meet a friend first, and then come together." As long as it is beneficial to the Skeleton Thangka, he will definitely spare no effort to participate. ”

During this time, Guan Wen hid in a room on the side, and quickly brushed the scenes, depicting the images he saw under the Mani Stone Tower. It was something he had personally felt, and he didn't draw it with any force, but when he drew the man in silver armor, he couldn't help but hesitate.

He couldn't explain the special "familiarity", but he couldn't remember which one of the people around him was so similar to the other.

"Can I take on the task of suppressing demons?" He stopped writing several times, frowned and asked himself, "What can't be done by the big shots, Venerable Red Flame, Master Tianhu and other internationally renowned Tibetan Buddhist sages?"

Fenghe pushed the door in, holding a cup of milk tea, and stood quietly by the table.

"Are you okay?" Guan Wen looked up and looked at the other party with concern.

It was the "Knowledge" in Fenghe's mind that triggered a mysterious exploration of ancient history between him and Venerable Red Flame, so he had to thank her for being able to draw this.

"Does it matter if it's good or not?" A bleak wry smile appeared on Fenghe's pale face.

"Of course it's important - each of us doesn't live for ourselves, we all have a mission, and we have to live well until we achieve our goals. Wind Crane, you are the most important in this matter. Guan Wen replied sincerely.

Prior to this, the wise men of the Five Kingdoms and Twelve Temples solemnly asked Guan Wen several times if he knew the whereabouts of the treasure cave. In their view, the treasure does not belong to Tashilhunpo Monastery alone, but to the whole of Tibetan Buddhism, and no one can take it alone.

If you are lucky enough, Wind Crane can open another part of his brain, "Knowing Tibet", and he will be able to easily obtain the exact address of the treasure cave, avoiding a larger treasure hunt war. Therefore, the wind crane is the key to "treasure hunting" and "demon suppression", and those clues are stored in her mind.

"So, who am I?" Fenghe asked suddenly.

With a snap, a tear slipped from her cheek and fell into the teacup.

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