The hall had no doors, but hung a low-hanging blue curtain full of handwritten Tibetan charms.

"Gusodebo drink and worship (Tibetan: how are you)?" An old voice came from within the curtain.

Ding Jun and Fang Qing clasped their hands together and bowed.

"Gasu Xu (welcome)." The voice said again.

Fang Qing replied in a low voice: "Master, it was Master Trisang Gyatso who ordered me to bring Mr. Ding here, he has not much contact with the Tibetan language, but he is very honored to be called by you, and I am very willing to listen to your teachings."

The voice changed to Chinese, and he said calmly and gently, "Very good, you can come in with him."

Fang Qing stepped forward, gently lifted the curtain, asked Ding Jun to go first, and then followed up by himself.

The hall is covered with a thick wool carpet, and the walls around it are lined with ancient thangkas with Buddhist themes, together with four antique white copper butter lamps hanging from the four corners of the roof, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Ding Jun took three deep breaths quietly, adjusted his breath evenly, and adapted to the atmosphere in the hall as much as possible.

In the center of the hall, two gauze tents are hung from top to ground, and in the round gauze tent with a radius of three meters on the left sits a bald and white-eyed, senile Tibetan monk, holding a long string of brown Tibetan Buddhist trouble-going beads in each hand, facing the door, looking at Ding Jun and Fang Qing.

The gauze tent on the right is square, three meters long, and inside sits a young woman in Tibetan costume with a Han face. The woman's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and her abdomen bulged abruptly, it was Shi Hai's wife, Siqin.

"You're here, welcome, welcome." The old monk said.

"Master." Fang Qing bowed again.

Seeing Si Qin, Ding Jun immediately thought of Shi Hai, and couldn't suppress the shame in his heart. In the battle that day, he retreated according to Shi Hai's arrangement, but in another sense, he blamed himself very much, thinking that he had abandoned his comrades and did not die on the battlefield with Shi Hai.

"Young man, let go of the past. The function of running water is to wash away the dust, and if you wade through the water without leaving an inch of land, the burden on your heart will become heavier and heavier. Come to me and let me take a good look at you. The old monk said.

Ding Jun walked forward, through the gauze tent, and faced the old monk.

Phuntsok Jebu became famous fifty years ago, and now he is at least 90 years old, so Ding Jun and the other party are not separated by one generation, but by two generations.

Close at hand, Ding Jun felt that there were two surging heat in the eyes of the old monk, as if they were steel billets calcined at high temperatures, which made it impossible to look at them directly.

"I know you're coming, a qiē mystery, like the trajectory of sandalwood that floats to eternity after it is lit, some can see it, some people can't see it. There is a connection between one thing and another, cause and effect, effect and cause, www.biquge.info and end, end and end www.biquge.info...... The beginning of a qiē and the end of a qiē are so mysterious. It's like when I saw him twenty-five years ago, I vaguely knew that I would see you twenty-five years from now. Young man, you look to the right, and there's something underneath the four-armed protector thangka, and you can see it when you lift the corner of the carpet—"

Steeply, the siqin on the opposite side snorted, his whole body was shocked, and his half-closed eyes opened suddenly.

Before, Ding Jun had only seen Si Qin's photos, but this time he saw her in person, and he met in such a strange atmosphere, and her every move would have a huge impact on his heart.

He saw Si Qin's eyes, and there was a shining vertical line in the middle of each pair of black eyes, like two round and solid pure black eye gems.

"Oh......" Si Qin said again, his neck turned jerkily, and looked at Ding Jun.

Before arriving at Torin Temple, Ding Jun imagined the scene of the two meeting countless times, but he never imagined that Si Qin's watch was so weird.

Siqin's lips twitched silently twice, and his shoulders shrugged, as if to stand up. Her eyes were still looking at Ding Jun, her cat-like eyes were motionless, full of inexplicable evil momentum.

In fact, Si Qin's facial features are not ugly, but from the forehead to the neck, there is a strange phenomenon of capillary bursts, and countless blood vessels with a diameter of no more than one millimeter are wantonly spread on her face, forming a strange web of blue, yellow, gray, purple, and red. When the blood vessels pass through the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, they are connected with the blood vessels extending from the orifices, which makes people have to have a terrifying feeling that "all the blood vessels in her head have changed".

Ding Jun clearly felt that although the other party's body was not tall, fat, or strong, there was a dark power inside the body like a stormy wave, which was about to break through the shackles of the square gauze tent and rush to his face, swallowing him head-on.

At that moment, he couldn't judge the other party as a person, but could only say that it was a "demon", and the demon was so angry that it was irresistible.

"How so?" Ding Jun took a long breath, concentrating on his breath, and prepared to fight.

"Om Ma Bang Mi Mi Woo -" Phuntsok Jiebu shouted loudly, and the Tibetan Buddhist six-character mantra echoed in the hall, and the sound of the wind blew the two gauze tents swaying. He recited the incantation aloud six times in total, each more powerful than the last, and the breath on his lips blew the gauze tent in front of him like a storm crashing on the shore, and swooped out horizontally, striking the square gauze tent with a deafening crackling sound.

Ding Jun knew that Phuntsok Jepo was the essence of Tibetan Buddhism's internal strength, the "Sanskrit Lion's Roar", which had the great effect of drinking and initiating enlightenment, which could awaken the spirituality in everyone's heart and make those whose minds were in confusion lose their way.

"Oh......" Si Qin straightened up for the third time, his waist slackened again, the strangeness in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the whole person withered, recovering from a groggy state.

Phuntsok Jebu let out a slow breath and stood up with his hands on the ground.

Ding Jun found that a large piece of sweat had been wet from the place where he had been sitting, and a faint mist was steaming upward, which showed that when he used the six-character Daming Mantra to suppress the demonic energy emanating from Si Qin's body, the body consumption was really amazing.

"It's weird, I've never seen such a strange pregnant woman. When Shi Miaoshou sent her here, he claimed that he had exhausted his donkey skills and that Chinese and Western medicine were helpless, and begged me to use the unique techniques of Tibetan medicine and Tantra to treat her. I can only try to do it and do everything I can to defuse the crisis. Young man, you have seen that my power has reached its limit...... Forget it, you go to the wall and see what's under the carpet. Phuntsok Jebu whispered.

Ding Jun strode to the right, reached the wall, stretched out his hand along the bottom of the four-armed protector thangka, and uncovered the half-inch-thick felt carpet.

Under the blanket were paved with octagonal bricks two feet square, and the one closest to the wall was carved with three curved crescents, each three inches long from head to tail, and the concave bellies of the three were all inward, forming a circular pattern. In the center of the motif is an Arabic numeral "16". The age of the torture scar was very old, and dark green moss had grown in every recess.

He lifted the blanket more, but there was no writing on the other bricks. So, he crouched down, stretched out his fingers, carefully stroked the crescent moon and the number, clenched his teeth, and forced himself not to reveal any of his inner emotions.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" I don't know when, Fang Qing has already arrived next to him.

"I'm fine." Ding Jun closed his eyes, forced back the tears that had seeped into his eye sockets, slowly flattened the carpet, pressed it with his palm, and turned around and walked back to the gauze tent.

"I watched." He said.

Phuntsok Jebu nodded: "It's good to see it, then what I promised others has been completed."

Ding Jun bowed deeply: "The younger generation is dull, please ask the master for guidance."

Phuntsok Jebu shook his head: "I can't point out more to you, twenty-five years ago that person left a mark there, and then told me that one day in the future, a young man surnamed Ding will come here, and tell him to read those words." Otherwise, the man didn't say anything. I've never lifted it in twenty-five years, and I don't even know what's engraved on it, so how can I point you out?"

Ding Jun thought about it, slowly raised his right hand, and stroked his left shoulder, his expression was extremely bitter.

After a long time, he spit out two words: "Thank you."

"Master, how is the situation with Siqin?" Fang Qing did not forget the main task of coming here.

"She's fine, please tell Mr. Shi, the baby will definitely be born." Phuntsok Jebu's brow furrowed, and a flat piece protruded in the center of his brow, like a circular seal half an inch in diameter.

Fang Qing walked to the square gauze tent and asked hesitantly, "Master, can the junior try to take the pulse for Si Qin?"

Phuntsok Jebu replied, "Yes, but through the veil, never lightly touch her skin."

Fang Qing agreed, squatted down, half-knelt in front of Si Qin, stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and put them on the veins of Si Qin's right wrist through the gauze tent.

Ding Jun controlled his feelings, suppressed the fluctuations of his thoughts one by one, and turned to look at Si Qin's face.

It took Fang Qing ten minutes to check her pulse this time, and when she got up, she couldn't help but stumble back a few steps because of the numbness in her legs, and was supported by Ding Jun.

"What do you feel?" Phuntsok Jebu asked.

"Indescribable...... Any pregnant woman should have a double pulse, one for herself and the other for the baby, the former is deep and sluggish, and the latter is gentle and jumping. However, Siqin's pulse is unreasonable, sometimes it vibrates rapidly like ten fingers brushing the strings, and sometimes it is as deep as a bucket of cold spring raised from an ancient well, which is cold to people's hearts. I also felt the sound of horses' hooves returning home on a winter night...... Ambush on all sides, murderous battle formation...... A bewitching song and dance...... The tragic scene of 10,000 poisonous insects wielding giant claws to devour each other......"

Those strange intentions should never be used to describe the pulse of a pregnant woman, but Fang Qing had a wry smile on her face, which was definitely summed up after understanding it with her heart.

"You're right, it's very good to put the most obscure pulse symptoms in the simplest metaphors. Although you have been practicing Tantra with Trisang Gyatso for a short time, your understanding has surpassed that of all the second-generation disciples of Toring Monastery, and in less than half a year, Trisang Gyatso will not be able to be your master. Phuntsok Jebu said.

Fang Qing was not moved by this praise in the slightest, because her mind had been swayed by that strange vein.

"Master, why is this happening?" She asked.

"The bell must also be tied to the bell, a qiē weird is due to the child in the womb, and when the baby is born, maybe the answer will automatically surface. Go back and tell the stone master, don't worry, the top and bottom of the Torin Temple, willing to accompany him and spend the disaster together. Phuntsok Jebu said.

Ding Jun and Fang Qing were also confused, and they were not satisfied with the answer given by Phuntsok Jebu.

"That's it, go back." Phuntsok Jebu sat down in the tent again, pressed his thumbs on the string of beads to remove troubles, closed his eyes, and silently counted the beads while moving his lips and chanting. Each string of beads on his hands is one hundred and eight, representing one hundred and eight afflictions in Buddhism, and every time he twists the beads with his fingers, he throws away one of them.

Tibetan Buddhist texts say that a practitioner can only enter a higher realm if he completely eliminates the troubles of life. At that time, without the help of any magic weapon, language, or external force, one could obtain supreme wisdom, omnipotence, and omniscience. Judging from Phuntsok Jebu's appearance at this moment, he has not yet reached that state. Otherwise, he would have been able to call the world his home a long time ago, and he would have no need to increase his cultivation with the help of seclusion, ashram, and troubled beads.

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