At the gate of the courtyard, Le Bai Wangjie looked around, and Guan Wen walked out.

"The well water is normal, I came here to see, has the woman been driven away?" Lebai Wangjie said.

Guan Wen shook his head: "I didn't leave, I said earlier, the well water has nothing to do with her."

Lebai Wangjie sighed: "I was skeptical at first, but when others say so, I can only say that." Well, now that all the spring wells outside the temple are normal, the rumors are self-defeating. ”

Guan Wen raised his hand, nodded on Le Bai Wangjie's left chest, and asked with a smile: "The rumors are gone, what about your demons?" Did you go?"

Le Bai Wangjie thought about it and shook his head solemnly.

"If you don't get rid of the demons, you will definitely come back in the future. I advise you to read more Buddhist scriptures lent for free in the temple, and listen to the teachings of the great monks and great masters, and you will be fine soon. Look at you, you only care about selling paintings to make money, and you forget that this is outside the Tashilhunpo Monastery, how much money can buy back the peace of mind?" Guan Wen said.

Lebai Wangjie laughed: "It's not that I just want to make money, who can be like you, who doesn't think about anything but painting, it's simply the shadow of Tashilhunpo Monastery, and I rely there from morning to night."

"Mr. Guan, morning." Baoling appeared at the door and greeted Guan Wen.

She changed into a white fur trench coat, her long black hair spread out and draped over her shoulders, and her posture was free and easy, like a dandelion in the sky.

"It's so beautiful, it's—it's beautiful!" Lebai Wangjie couldn't help but praise in a low voice, "It's really like a fairy, if I can marry her, even if I give me all the treasure troves in Tashilhunpo Monastery." ”

There was a deep affection on his face, and his eyes looked straight at Baoling, completely forgetting about Guan Wen's cunning.

"Mr. Guan, when can we start painting?" Baoling asked again.

Before Guan Wen could answer, Le Bai Wangjie had already walked past him and walked towards Baoling: "I am also a painter, I can help Miss with whatever she wants to paint." Next door is my studio, please come and ......."

Suddenly, Chizan jumped up from the steps, swept three meters, and kicked his feet in Lebai Wangjie's chest one after the other.

Le Bai Wangjie snorted, took seven or eight steps backwards, and fell to the ground.

Chizan landed, and then strode to follow, and stepped on Le Bai Wangjie's head.

"Hey, mercy!" Guan Wen was the first to react and shouted.

Baoling also ran down the steps, pushed Chizan with both hands, and shouted in his mouth: "Don't do it, don't hit people, let him go!"

Chizan stood steadily, his face blank, like a lifeless sculpture. His shot was fast and ruthless, which shows that he is an experienced veteran.

"Chizan, forget it." The old knife walked in slowly from outside the courtyard, turned his hands behind his back, and looked at the chaotic scene in front of him.

He didn't look at Chizan, nor at Le Bai Wangjie who fell to the ground, but stared directly at Guan Wen: "Mr. Guan, there is no way, to help a friend, you have to be brave and loyal, and you can't relax for a second." This guy is disrespectful to Miss Baoling, and he must be taught a small lesson, otherwise everyone will think that Miss Baoling is a bully. ”

"Let him go, tell him to get his feet away!" Baoling cried out with a crying voice.

Lao Dao was still not in a hurry, and continued to explain to Guan Wen: "Chizan's hometown is deep in the Himalayas, his parents died when he was a child, and he grew up with the wolves in the snowy mountains. Therefore, there are only a very small number of people in his life, and the rest are all wolves. If I don't stop him, the end result is likely to be—" He reached out his toe and kicked Lebai Wangjie in the ass, "Chizan will tear him to shreds, believe it or not?"

Guan Wen understands that this is just a scene of "killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys". Le Bai Wangjie is the "chicken" sent to the door, and he is the "monkey" who was sued.

He nodded: "I believe it, but please let go of my friend first, he has no ill will towards Miss Baoling."

The old knife smiled and whistled, and Chizan slowly withdrew his foot.

"I'm sorry, it was a misunderstanding." The old knife bent down and dragged Le Bai Wangjie's right arm to pull him up.

Baoling hurriedly took out a tissue and wiped the dust on Le Bai Wangjie's face and hair, while apologizing repeatedly.

Guan Wen didn't say anything more, turned around and went back to the room, found a stack of drawing paper, picked up one, and sandwiched it on a three-legged easel. He hated the ferocity of the old knife and Chizan, but he couldn't resist it. This kind of ordinary fight and brawl jingcha will not care, as long as it does not cause serious disability or human life, even if it is useless to report jing.

He took out a knife and sharpened the pencil, slowly adjusting the emotion, and put himself into his usual state of drawing. Since Baoling has a request, he will go all out and not let the other party down.

Soon, Baoling came over and knocked on the door: "Mr. Guan, can you come in?"

Guan Wen opened the door, Baoling stood outside with an apologetic face, and bowed first as soon as he saw his face: "I'm really sorry, Gao Xiang's friend is so rude, and he shot so hard." I have sent the painter back to rest, and I have left some money for him to take to the doctor. ”

She has done her best in the aftermath of this conflict, and Guan Wen has nothing to say.

"He should be fine, and most of the local Tibetans are healthy and stocky, like yaks pulling carts on the road. I have promised him that he will be responsible for the end, and all the costs of the nutrition of the meal will be covered. Moreover, I have already told Sù Lao Dao and Chizan that it is so rude, so I will ask them to leave. Bao Ling said again.

Guan Wen nodded: "As long as they don't make trouble anymore, Le Bai Wangjie is a good person and won't rely on you."

"I-can I come in?" Baoling asked.

Guan Wen took a step back and motioned for Baoling to come in.

Bao Ling thanked her first before slowly stepping in.

Guan Wen looked out, Lao Dao was pacing in the courtyard with his arms crossed, and Chizan was still sitting on the front steps of Baoling.

"With them here, you really don't have to worry about being bullied, which is actually a good thing." Guan Wen stepped back and closed the door and said sincerely.

Baoling smiled bitterly: "I've already complained about Gao Xiang on the phone, everyone is traveling in xizàng, the most important thing is to be low-key and introverted, don't provoke right and wrong." Besides, your painter friend didn't do anything at all, just to help me paint. When Gao Xiang comes, I will take him with me to apologize to your friend. ”

Guan Wen shook his head and said softly: "This matter is over, let's stop mentioning it and start doing business."

He spread out his sketchbook, held a pencil, and quietly listened to Baoling's narration.

Baoling cleared her throat, tilted her head sideways, didn't look at Guan Wen, and turned her eyes out of the window: "My dream is very long, from childhood to adulthood, it has always followed me, every time it is clearer and more realistic." I often wonder if this is something that happened in a dream, or is it something that really happened in my life and was lost by me by my choice? I often get lost between this dream and the reality in front of me, and my thoughts cannot be reconciled, but are stripped into two strands. Dreams are more real, real are more dreamy......"

If it were someone else, he would become anxious when he heard this opening statement, but Guan Wen was not like this. In Tashilhunpo Monastery, the tourists, pilgrims, and monks he came into contact with invariably chose the tone of Baoling's plausible, plausible, and illusory when they recounted their thoughts. He has seen too many such examples, and he has long reached the realm of "the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear".

"Miss Baoling, 'Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies' is a very wonderful state, people are not people, butterflies are not butterflies, people are butterflies, butterflies are also people, very mysterious, it can't be explained by ordinary theories. Zhuangzi's "Theory of Things" and Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" both only speak of the appearance of things rather than the essence, and when everyone enters your state, they all know what it is, and they fall into deep confusion. But don't be in a hurry, just start talking according to the timeline of the dream, from the first time I can remember, until the moment before we talked. Guan Wen replied.

Bao Ling smiled bitterly again: "It's strange that the origin of this dream is strange, I have a memory since I was three years old, when I lived in St. Key Road Children's Home in Hong Kong, I woke up earlier than other girls every morning, and I lay alone in the bed to recall my dreams. St. Christopher's Home was founded in 1935 by the late Episcopal Communion Governor Ho Ming-wah and is located on Tai Po Road, New Territories. The children's home is surrounded by large trees with countless bird nests, and until now, when I close my eyes, I can recall the different chirping sounds of the birds in the four seasons of summer, autumn and winter. In fact, every dream wakes up to the sound of birdsong - Mr. Guan, wouldn't it be too verbose for me to say that?"

Guan Wen shook his head and made a "please continue" gesture.

As a painter, he had to listen to all of the other person's stories in order to understand what was really going on in the other person's dream.

"At first, I dreamed of an old and dilapidated temple, built on a hill, with scattered houses and halls, dark and dilapidated, as if it had not been repaired for a long, long time. I was in that temple, carrying water, chopping wood, sweeping the floor, chanting sutras, and doing the same work as the rest of the dozen or so young monks. One day, I was inattentive while sweeping the floor and strayed into an unfamiliar courtyard. The floor of that courtyard was not covered with ordinary bluestone slabs, but heavy stone tablets engraved with scriptures. I swept all the way through, lines of scripture covered in half-foot-thick dust were revealed. When I saw the verses, I became filled with joy, and I waved my broom vigorously until I heard my name called—" Bao Ling turned her head and looked at Guan Wen, "my name is not Bao Ling, but a very long, strange name with at least a dozen syllables. ”

Guan Wen let out an "um" and nodded slightly.

Bao Ling bit her lip and said, "I looked up and saw a scrawny old monk standing under the eaves at the end of the courtyard, who was waving to me. I walked forward, and I didn't know when it was already dark, and a full moon hung overhead. With each step, my shadow jumped on the stone slab. When I got to him, he said, you are finally here, after so long in reincarnation, you are finally here. He stretched out his hand to me, and it was skinny and bone-ty, pale in color, as if carved from jade. I asked him who he was, and he looked at me with wide-eyed eyes, his face suddenly grief-stricken, and asked me if I really didn't know him anymore. Of course I didn't know him, so I shook my head slightly. That moment...... I can't forget what happened at that moment, his hair and flesh suddenly turned black and gray scattered in the wind, and only a gray-white skeleton stood under the eaves, and the skeletal arms still stretched out towards me. I screamed and staggered back, the broom in my hand waving wildly. I don't know if it was because I hit him or because of the wind, the bone fell down all at once, and with a bang, it scattered into pieces. I screamed, turned and ran, and in a few steps I was out of the yard and back to where I had swept the floor. When I looked back, the strange courtyard was like the burnt paper money ashes in the tomb, dancing with the mountain breeze piece by piece, gradually disappearing into the transparent air......"

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