The people in the square had already dispersed, and Guan Wen estimated that Fenghe had been carried to another room to be treated by a medical expert.

The old knife pulled Guan Wen to turn to the right, and when he passed a small shadow that could not be illuminated by the fire, he suddenly stopped and stared at Guan Wen's face.

Almost as soon as they stopped, someone on the other side of the shadow quickly walked out from the corner of the house.

"There is a big problem, I have observed, there are other masters lurking, afraid that something big will happen." The man said, "It was a young woman's voice." Although her tone was urgent and light, it was extremely beautiful, like a pipa master's quick pluck, no matter how many notes, no matter how quick the turn, no matter how fast the fingers changed, the whole tune was still pushed to Guan Wen's ears very clearly.

"What to do? Let's kill, right? How about destroying all the dangerous characters and simplifying the complicated?" Old Knife asked.

"No, we can't be sure yet - no, it should be that we don't know anything, and we are the ones who kill and the hearts that are the best. You, protect the cranes and vultures, and spare their lives. I wandered around and saw a trick. Remember, Wind Crane is the key, and I've been watching her for a long time. The woman approached, exchanged shapes with the old knife, passed by, and kept talking.

The gray hood on top of her head covered most of her face, and in an instant, Guan Wen saw her pursed lips.

It is a flawless lip, from lip shape to color, like a painting that has been brewed a thousand times, waved in a stroke, and then retouched again and again. As a painter, Guan Wen could not use other words to describe the woman's lips than the word "perfect".

"The vulture is a scourge." The old knife said.

"No, he's not, he just wants to uncover the secret of the Tang Skeleton Thangka. I hid in the wise man of the twelve temples of the Five Kingdoms, and I knew his history and whereabouts very clearly. He's not really an enemy—"

"And who is that?" The old knife eagerly interrupted the other party.

The woman jerked her head back and looked around the corner where she had come.

"What?" Old Knife asked.

"The tiger walks in the snow, the crane stands in the frost field, the dragon dives into the nine shadows, and the phoenix dances, and the enemy is coming-" In an instant, the woman lifted her hood, revealing a pair of shining eyes and a picturesque face.

The hair on her forehead was slightly messy, and although it was in the shadow, it still shone with a silky luster, extremely black and bright.

Guan Wen saw that face, young and beautiful, although his tone was extremely hurried, his expression was arrogant and calm, like a general holding a tiger talisman and strategizing. The bridge of her nose is slender and straight, as if it has been carved from the most perfect Hetian jade.

"Is that you? You're ......" Guan Wen exclaimed in surprise as he finally recognized her voice.

The first time I saw her, I was outside the gate of the Tantric Academy, I glanced at her, and left with incense. The second meeting was in Tashilhunpo Monastery, where the words that the woman with a slight incense said to him during the battle between the wise man and the big man in the twelve monasteries of the Five Kingdoms are still in his ears. He couldn't see the other party's face, but he remembered the gentle voice like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate.

"It's me." The woman smiled, "I warned you not to get burned, but you still haven't been able to hide. ”

"You're—" Old Knife was stunned.

"That's a small thing, it's not about the big picture." The woman waved her hand, and the smile on her face all converged, "It's not time to catch up yet." ”

Guan Wen's heart suddenly injected some warmth, and he bowed sincerely: "Thank you."

The woman shook her head: "Thank me for what?" Everyone is just meeting in the water and the stars, forgetting all those pasts. ”

She no longer smiled, cold as a thousand-year-old frozen jade, sharp as a cold blade in a sheath, with an indescribable cold arrogance and murderous aura.

Guan Wen didn't speak, but sighed secretly in his heart: "Maybe people who have a sad history can cultivate into the arrogance of rejecting people thousands of miles away like today, right?"

"I really don't know how many masters have gathered in Lhasa!" The old knife sighed briefly.

"It's really strange that there is no bloody case in Tashilhunpo Monastery, especially the scene of the second crime-" The woman said half a sentence, leaned over abruptly, and flew around the corner.

The old knife was stunned and dragged Guan Wen over.

The area of Yin Ying is not large, and if they stay any longer, they will definitely attract the attention of others.

After turning the corner, there was a fork in the road on the left and right, but it was empty, and there was not half a figure.

The woman's right hand was pressed to her waist, her left arm was slightly bent, and she held a three-inch-long willow-leaf dagger in her palm.

"No one?" Old Knife asked.

"Yes, but the other party was quite conscious, and as soon as I moved, he retreated, and I only heard the sound of shoes stepping on the ridges." The woman pointed to the roof in front of the right.

"Don't worry about it yet, I'll take this kid to see Master Vulture. If it's too late, people will become suspicious. The old knife looked around anxiously.

"Keep your ears up and listen to what they are talking about, this time, the problem can be solved by not fighting and killing—" The woman sighed worriedly.

She turned her head and faced Guan Wen, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Painter Guan, the situation is urgent, please forgive me if I have offended."

Her beauty is completely different from that of Baoling. The latter beauty is weak and confused, which makes Guan Wen have the idea of "you must take care of her" in her heart, but the woman in front of her is calm, subtle, and does not show her edge, like a famous sword hidden in the sheath.

"It's fine." Guan Wen smiled bitterly.

He couldn't see where the other party came from, but he felt that they were not all the way with Gao Xiang.

"Maybe you know—what they're looking for?" The woman asked with a deep groan.

"They? Who are you referring to?" Guan Wen asked rhetorically.

"Everyone—everyone but the three of us." The woman made a circle in the air with the index finger of her left hand, which was holding the dagger behind her.

"I don't know, and I don't know what you want, I'm just an unknown painter, and before I got involved in this matter, I just stayed at Tashilhunpo Monastery to sketch and paint, and I had no quarrel with the world, and I didn't want anything. I really don't have anything to say about all the questions you ask. Facing the woman's sharp eyes, Guan Wen could hardly lie, he could only tell the truth.

"I am well-intentioned, and I can protect you at any time." The woman smiled, and with a twist of her left wrist, the dagger was already in her sleeve, "This is a world where the jungle eats the strong, and once a person like you is involved in the whirlpool, it is difficult to escape." If you help me, I will keep you safe, and I will do what I say. ”

"But I don't know who you are?" Guan Wen asked.

He was a little tired, because there were too many things happening tonight, and his heart was worried about both Baoling and the life and death of Fenghe. Before he completely unlocked the "hidden" in Fenghe's mind, he was extremely unwilling.

"You'll know later, trust me, only I can help you and save your life." The woman laughed again. Her smile seems to be careless, but it seems to be full of deep meaning, like the cold plum on the branches of winter, blooming proudly against the ice and snow, as if no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are on the road ahead, she can resolve it with a smile, and she doesn't take it to heart.

The old knife urged again: "Ice God, it's really too late, I have to ......"

The woman waved: "Go!"

The old knife did not delay for a moment, dragged Guan Wen out, came out of the shadows, and trotted all the way to the westernmost room.

"Ice God?" Guan Wen silently savored the name. Indeed, the woman gave him the feeling that he was both cold and arrogant, not like eating fireworks in the world, as beautiful as a goddess, cold as frost, and the name "Ice God" was really appropriate.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a strong smell of formalin disinfectant poured into Guan Wen's nasal passages, causing him to sneeze twice in a row.

The closed door then opened, and the Vulture Master with a cloudy face was lying across the door.

"You come in—you, go away." He first pointed at Guan Wen, and then pointed at the old knife.

The old knife hesitated for a moment, and before he could let go of his hand, he was scolded by the Vulture Master again: "You, get out of here!"

Although the old knife was fierce, in front of the Vulture Master, he couldn't be fierce, and he was slashed by the other party and roared, and unconsciously took a few steps back.

Master Vulture stepped aside and made a "Please come in" gesture.

Guan Wen entered the house, and the smell of disinfectant water was even stronger. He felt as if he had entered the dissection room of a medical school, and the smell poured from his nose all the way to his internal organs, and he felt uncomfortable.

The room was rectangular, about twenty paces long and ten paces wide.

In the middle of the room, there was a stainless steel dissecting table, on which the wind crane was lying flat.

"I've done a lot of things, and I used to think that I was doing the right thing, and I did everything I could, and I did my best, and I couldn't do anything bad. However, this time, I suddenly felt lost, come and see—" Master Tianhu pushed Guan Wen's shoulder forward.

When he arrived at the dissecting table, Guan Wen saw that Feng He's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his chest was slightly undulating.

"She's going to die." Master Vulture said again.

Guan Wen nodded, opened his mouth, and sighed three times unconsciously.

"This is the only clue, but this clue is going to be broken." Master Vulture frowned deeply, "There are too many things hidden in her head, and if she can't dig them all out, it will be a huge loss for Tibetan Buddhism." ”

Guan Wen didn't know what to say, so he could only nod his head again in agreement.

Master Vulture became agitated: "Don't nod your head all the time!" Tell me what you think about it – I've seen your paintings, what do you get out of her dance? Say?"

"What did you get?" Guan Wen asked himself.

He brushed a few strands of hair from the wind crane's forehead upwards, staring at the wrinkled forehead of the other party. There are many such women in Tibet, and their lifelong destiny is nothing more than farming, herding sheep, cooking, giving birth, and running a family, without more ideals and futures, life is like a weed on a hillside, spring hair and autumn death, infinite cycle, silently come, silently go.

If Fenghe didn't have a hidden in her mind, then she was just an ordinary member of the thousands of Tibetan women, and she would not have come to Lhasa, nor would she be on the verge of death after a crazy dance. So, in the eyes of Tibetan Buddhist disciples, the incomparably precious "hidden treasure" is lucky for her? Or is it unfortunate?

She was put into the spotlight because of her hiding, but she lost her life prematurely because of her hiding.

"What did I get, you ask? I want to ask you, what do you want?" Guan Wen smiled bitterly. From the dance of the wind crane, he only got light clips, fragmented and unable to connect.

"You're talking to me about quid pro quo?" Master Vulture became even more agitated, pacing around the dissecting table.

"No, I just want to know something about the skeleton thangka - I'm not like you, I'm a painter and only care about things related to painting." Guan Wen replied.

Master Vulture stopped, leaned over the dissecting table, and asked with an aggressive sneer, "Only care about paintings?" And what about the big treasures? What about the Great Practice? What about Dzogchen? If you only care about painting, why stay at Tashilhunpo Monastery for a long time? I now suspect that you are a spy sent by some agency to spy on the secrets of Mount Nisser. ”

Guan Wen was puzzled: "What spy?" You're getting farther and farther away. ”

Master Vulture sneered twice and replied word by word: "Guan Wen, I suspect that you are a spy sent by Area 51 - not a suspicion, but a certainty!" Your organization has already laid eyeliner in several famous Buddhist temples on both sides of the Himalayas, and I have dug out those nails one by one on more than one occasion and killed them with my own hands! ”

He rubbed his hands vigorously and then made a "neck-pinching" motion.

Guan Wen had heard the name of "Area 51", a well-known secret military unit in the United States whose main duty was to deal with a paranormal event. However, as a painter, he has nothing to do with words such as "espionage, region 51", and I wonder how the Vulture Master could have put himself in that camp.

"I'm not." Guan Wen replied.

"I don't care if you're or not!" Master Vulture became anxious again, "Whoever wants to stick a knife in the middle of the way to rob the great treasure is my enemy!" I have been planning for so long to discover the secrets of the bottom of the Niseri Mountain, until I understand the hidden secrets of Tashilhunpo Monastery that have been passed down for hundreds of years. Don't say it's you, even if it's an enemy of the world, I don't care. Whoever has the great secret carried by the Skeleton Thangka will be able to attain the right result-"

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