After a short rest, Gao Xiang started the car, left the Broken Cliff, and went back to the family hotel first.

On the road, everyone fell silent, no one spoke, and the air in the car was so dull that it seemed to freeze.

The car passed the gate of Tashilhunpo Monastery and Gao Xiang parked.

Caidan Dajie got out of the car and said goodbye to Guan Wenheshi: "The matter of the black hole still needs to be worked on, and we must not lose confidence because of a temporary setback."

"Take care, Master." Guan Wen got out of the car, bowed and returned the salute, and watched Caidan Dajie walk into the temple gate.

In fact, Caidan Dajie has been living in the courtyard of the tree master, and now that the giant tree is broken and the courtyard is collapsing, even if he lives in the temple, his heart will be at a loss and he will not find his place. Like the Tree Master, once the featherworm's shell is shattered, even the soul has no place to attach.

If there was no episode of life when he lived in seclusion and painted skeletons, the current Caidan Dajie should also be one of the highly respected monks, practicing in the green lantern scrolls, and becoming a teacher to worship by future generations of disciples.

This is life, different choices have different endings, the difference is a millimeter, and the error is thousands of miles.

On the square, there are still many travelers who have not left, sitting around in twos and threes to rest. The air was filled with the heavy smell of ghee wafting from the temple. The street lamps on both sides have been lit, but the bright light source brought by these modern technologies is incompatible with the ancient and holy Tashilhunpo Monastery, and it is quite far away. Here, people really revere and love the dim glow of the ghee lamp, without which the Tibetan temple loses its taste.

Gu Qingcheng sighed leisurely: "Look at those people, they are really distracted, relaxed, sitting, walking, eating, laughing...... It turns out that being a real traveler is so comfortable! ”

"Everybody can do it." Gao Xiang answered with a smile, "It's just that everyone has their own dreams in their hearts, they come for the pilgrimage, but you go deep into Tibet for a higher goal." If you give up on your original goal, you will be like them, with a peaceful state of mind and nothing to ask for. ”

Gu Tingcheng smiled faintly: "It is true that you can gain peace of mind by giving up the pursuit, but there are always some things in this world that must be completed, such as clearing the remnants of the Blue Dragon Society, such as chasing and killing the golden cicada...... I'm a bounty hunter who lives for money, but I have my own code of conduct and only kill the notorious scum in the world. ”

Gao Xiang laughed: "There are many criteria for judging good people and evil people, honey of A, arsenic of B. As long as there are two hostile sides in the world, there will be good and evil, and you think that what is evil may be good in the eyes of many people, and vice versa, don't you?"

This kind of debate is endless, so Gu Tingcheng laughed it off and didn't continue to talk about it.

The car returned to the family hotel, Qu Songjian vacated all the rooms, and he and his wife moved to a small firewood house in the corner of the yard. Of course, Gao Xiang did not let the old couple suffer, but paid double the house price.

Bao Ling and Gu Tingcheng lived in the same room, Gao Xiang lived in the same room, and Guan Wen still went back to his room.

The trip to the black hole brought him more and more confusion. He thought more than once that if he couldn't break through the black hole full of vines, no matter how many clues were cut off, it was meaningless.

That night, he stayed up until three o'clock in the morning before going to sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into a black nightmare - he seemed to break through the black hole and enter the Colosseum-like environment. It's just that all the monks have been severely decayed, and at the slightest touch, they fall to the ground with a flutter and turn into a pile of gray powder. Time wears away a qiē, and people and things are not immune.

He walked to the deep black well, and a low call came from his ear: "Come here, come here......

The deep well is as black as ink, and when you just look at it, you are dizzy.

"Who is it? Who's calling me?" He looked in all directions, except for the broken stepped stands, the lifeless, decayed human bodies.

"This is the final battlefield, you must summon all the courage to fight with all your might, there is no choice, you can't retreat, and you ......fight to the death," the voice continued to sound.

"Who are you......" Guan Wen shouted.

The darkness came from all sides, covering the sky and engulfing it together......

"Ahh

The sun was shining outside the window, and the morning in Tibet had arrived as scheduled.

"Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk", someone knocked on the door gently.

Guan Wenzhuan pulled his shoes to open the door, and a childish young monk stood outside, holding a letter in his hand.

"It was Master Basang from the temple who asked me to send it to Mr. Guan." The young monk smiled a little shyly and brought it up with both hands in his hand, "Master Basang said that he was waiting for Mr. Guan in the Han Buddha Hall, and there were some things that should be discussed face to face. He also said that tomorrow will start the 'Ten Retreats', and if we can't meet today, it may be delayed for a long time. ”

The young monk's speech was so fast that Guan Wen could feel that he was reciting the words taught by others.

"Thank you." Guan Wen said sincerely.

The young monk smiled and shook his head: "No thanks."

The younger generation of monks at Tashilhunpo Monastery are all studying Tibetan, Chinese, and English together, and although the accent is awkward, the meaning of the language is not wrong.

Guan Wen opened the letter, and instead of words, it turned out to be a scribbled drawing.

He had just woken up from a dream, and his mind was not too clear, and at first glance at the painting, he couldn't understand the meaning of Basan. The picture is divided into two parts, left and right, with a total of four characters. On the right, an elderly monk leads a child, and on the left, a man and a woman are two young people embracing each other. The location of the four people turned out to be a cliff on the top of the mountain.

Guan Wen easily linked the cliff and the cliff, but what he couldn't figure out was, where did the old monk and the child come from?

"I'll go into the temple with you now, okay?" He asked.

The young monk nodded, "Okay."

It only took three minutes for Guan Wen to change his clothes, leave a note for Baoling and Gu Tingcheng, and then go out with the young monk.

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and there were no tourists on the streets, only pilgrims who had made the trek. They don't care about other people's eyes, they just kowtow their heads and move forward meticulously to implement their dreams. Under the morning sun, Mt. Nisseri is covered with prayer flags left by believers, with different colors and waving in the wind.

This famous Tibetan mountain looks completely different when the sky is clear and the sky is yin, and the current scenery is full of indescribable agility, while yesterday, it was lifeless and lifeless. Guan Wen felt that he had lived in Tashilhunpo Monastery for so long and had been to Mount Niseri countless times, but until now, he knew very little about the mountain and the monastery, and it was only superficial. If he wants to take on the task of eradicating demons, he must deepen his understanding of Tibetan Buddhism. However, that requires a lot of time and effort, and it can't be done overnight.

On the way, he had a few words with the young monk, but the other party said very little, and only replied with a silent smile.

When he arrived at the back door of the temple, Gu Qingcheng hurried up from behind, without makeup, all his hair was tied up behind his head and tied into a ponytail. At this time, all her fierce and murderous aura faded, and only the appearance of a young woman with a small jasper style remained.

"I rushed here after reading the note you left, the golden cicada will appear at any time, and I can't let go of any opportunity. But does this affect you?" Gu Qingcheng smiled, revealing two rows of clean and neat teeth.

From a bounty hunter to an ordinary woman, her appearance has changed greatly, but Guan Wen can accept it. From his point of view, Gu Qingcheng is a very unique woman, with pursuit, ambition, extreme courage and responsibility, better than most men with eyebrows.

"No, it won't." Guan Wen's heavy mood improved, "Thank you." ”

"Thank me for what?" Gu Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, "I'm here for the Golden Cicada, not for you." ”

When the eyes of the two people intertwined, they both saw the friendship and kindness in each other's eyes. Guan Wen once blocked the gun for Gu Tingcheng, and Gu Tingcheng sacrificed himself to protect Guan Wen in the black hole, drinking and pecking, and paying back and reporting, who owes whom, it is no longer clear.

The three of them entered through the side door at the back door, passed through the debate and punishment of Tashnanjie, and arrived at the Han Buddha Hall.

The Han Buddha Hall is Jia Na Lakang, which is a rare Buddhist hall in other temples in Xizàng. The Buddhist hall treasures many gifts such as Yongle ancient porcelain, gold and silver wine cups, tea dishes and plates, jade utensils, textiles and so on given to the Panchen by the emperors of previous dynasties. The oldest has nine bronze Buddha statues from the Tang Dynasty, which are said to have been brought into Tibet by Princess Wencheng. Later, there is a bronze statue of a naked woman Tara riding on a wild boar in the Yuan Dynasty, and a gold seal weighing 16.5 catties given to the Panchen by the emperor of the Qing Dynasty and engraved with Chinese, Mongolian and Tibetan characters. In addition, there are precious stone Buddha beads in the hall, sealed edicts, Han Buddhist scriptures and so on.

Dressed in purple monk's robes, Basang knelt on the stone steps in front of the Han Buddha Hall, facing the entrance of the temple, and bowed his head in prayer sincerely. At this moment, the courtyard was empty, and it was only him.

The young monk nodded, and quietly left by himself.

Hearing Guan Wen's footsteps, Basang turned his head, his face was pale and his mind was sluggish, as if he had just woken up from a serious illness.

"You're here." Basang got up, his robe swaying, showing that he had lost a lot of weight.

"I'd love to talk to you about it, there's been so much going on in the meantime, and all the changes are like train cars, one after the other, one after the other, and none of them can stop. I'm glad you can overturn the past and start over. Guan Wen sensed the insurmountable sense of estrangement between the two, "We arrived at the black hole under the guillotine yesterday, but we found nothing. I was taught by the Tree Master, who told me that the secret was at the bottom of the cliff, but we searched all the top and bottom of the black hole, and we couldn't find the hole. I would like to ask, is the goal of the Blue Dragon Society also aimed at the black hole?"

Basang nodded: "Yes, they have been to black holes, and they have used high-tech detection methods to prove that there is no dark passage down there."

"That's very strange, obviously ......" Guan Wen became more and more confused, after all, the black hole had many strange features, and as soon as he entered there, he had a special feeling.

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet someone." Basang didn't say too much to greet, and seemed to be familiar with Gu Tingcheng beside Guan Wen, so he left the courtyard of the Han Buddha Hall and went to the back first.

On the north side, separated by a few walls, is the courtyard of the tree master, but now the ancient tree is no longer visible outside the wall, and all of them have disappeared.

Guan Wen followed, turned a few alleys, and a dilapidated courtyard appeared in front of him. In the courtyard, there are only three crumbling white-walled grass houses.

"Basan, I don't understand what that painting means. Is the cliff in the painting a guillotine cliff? Who are the men and women? Who are the old man and the child?" Guan Wen asked.

"This is the place to answer all your questions." Basan pushed open the low fence gate and strode into the courtyard.

There is an old well in the middle of the courtyard, and the bluestone well is crawling with dark green moss along the upper layers, and a white iron bucket tied with hemp rope is poured on the well platform, which seems to have not been used for a long time.

"Master, the guest has arrived." Basang stood outside the door of the hut and gave a report.

"Enter." An old voice in the room replied.

Basang stood by the door and made a "please inside" gesture to Guan Wen, and at the same time raised his other hand to stop Gu Qingcheng.

"It's okay, wait for me outside." Guan Wenzhu sù Gu Allure.

"Call me if there's something." Gu Tingcheng whispered.

Guan Wen lifted the leather curtain hanging from the door, and the room was dimly lit, filled with a greasy smell of ghee. An old man with gray hair curled up in a corner of the bunk, holding a book in both hands, leaned in front of his eyes to read. In the other corner of the room, it turned out to be Caidan Dajie sitting cross-legged, but he obviously heard Guan Wen's voice, but he didn't raise his head, just lowered his head and chanted.

"Master Sancher is a living dictionary of this monastery and even the region of Rikkaze, and any doubts in your mind can be answered here. Guan Wen, I hope this will atone for my past sins. Bassan's expression darkened. He was surrounded by the Blue Dragon Society, and almost interrupted the lives of Basang and Baoling in the secret cellar under the Walnut God Tree. Fortunately, Gu Qingcheng appeared to break the siege, otherwise, Basang would have turned back after going astray.

"Thank you." Guan Wen bowed sincerely in thanks, and then walked into the house.

Guan Wen broke in, and Master Sancher's reading posture remained unchanged at all. He was covered with a thin quilt that had long since been obscured by oil and dust, reflecting the glittering shine of oil. Beside him was a large porcelain jar with a diameter of more than one meter, and a black elongated wick extended from the bottom of the jar and inserted into an ancient octagonal oil lamp on the rim of the cylinder. The lights were on, and the smell of hot ghee had already soaked every qiē in the room, including Master Sancher.

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