"He has had an epiphany, Bai Yumo ......in Chizhou, Anhui Province is gone," a voice said.

"It's okay to have an epiphany, Fang Zhigu ......is gone in Qisongling, Yunnan," another voice said.

"The monk of Wutai Mountain Thousand Horses is also leaving, this kid really has the ability, so we can rest assured, no one will regret it for so many years of waste...... another voice said.

"Putuo Mountain Huasitu is gone......"

"The Yanren class maniac is gone......"

"The Cantonese people have gone to the immeasurable......"

"Henan Funiu Mountain Snow Hu Chan is gone......"

Everyone who walked in front of Guan Wen was physically incomplete.

Guan Wenbai, these are the authors of those thangkas, they come from different places in the past dynasties, but as long as they pass through the tree hole and enter the thangka room, everyone's fate is exactly the same, all of them self-mutilated in order to draw the peerless thangka, and finally led to the tragic situation of the painting was not completed and the life was lost, completely living up to the original intention of the tree master's call.

"Goodbye, seniors." He bowed to the shadows in thanks.

"Guan Wen, when I see you again, I feel really old. If I can go back to my youth, I will be like you, keep my sincerity, not be moved by any external temptations, become a true wise man to save Tibet, and live up to the guidance and teachings of Master Shu. However, it's too late to say anything, the burden is still left to you to pick, I'll take one step first, the six reincarnations have gone, good luck to you......" A shadow stopped, five steps away, and smiled at Guan Wen.

Guan Wen was stunned, and his throat suddenly choked, because it was a person he was very familiar with.

"Don't cry, like when I left you......"

Before the shadow finished speaking, Guan Wen knelt down straight: "Master, why are you?" How are you ......?"

That is, the person who carefully taught him painting skills in Qushuiting Street, Jinan, had died suddenly a few years ago, and was personally sent by Guan Wen to the funeral home for cremation, and then buried the urn deep under the pomegranate tree in the old courtyard of Qushuiting Street.

The shadow's voice also trembled: "Child, don't cry, this is the arrangement of fate." If I hadn't met the woman of my dreams in front of Tashilhunpo Monastery back then, I wouldn't have led to the subsequent changes, and I certainly wouldn't have drifted to Jinan...... One qiē can only be attributed to the change of fate, since the hand of fate is so fiddling, we can't do more, we can only bow our heads and accept. But that's fine, I made a mistake, but you can stand on the foundation of your predecessors, jump all the traps, take the right path, and complete the great cause of demon eradication. Child, stand up, the man has gold under his knees, and he cannot kneel lightly. Before leaving, we were satisfied to see each other for the last time. After understanding the attachment of one qiē, I will be able to enter the six realms of reincarnation and be reborn early. Guan Wen, do you remember the evil I told you on my deathbed? Remember, remember the mandala I taught you to draw......"

Guan Wen suddenly realized in his mind that the black and white mandala was painted by the master, and the master had painted countless mandalas of all kinds in the old courtyard of Qushuiting Street. It is precisely because of his familiarity with the mandala that when he just woke up from a coma, he almost strayed into the world of the black and white mandala.

"I jumped off the cliff of Mount Niseri, thinking that I could use death to break the hopeless lovesickness, but the heavens will not kill me, and let me discover the secret under the cliff......" The shadow's narration suddenly became difficult, and he paused for a moment before continuing, "Guan Wen, this memory from the cliff of Nisseri Mountain to Jinan is very confusing, I have lost my memory, and I only remember that there is a big secret hidden under the cliff. I have never regretted it in my life, and although I have never hated her because of the PolyFranc encounter, I just loved her with all my heart. Now, the one qiē is coming to an end, it's over......"

Gradually, the shadow turned from blur to nothingness, disappearing into the air.

Guan Wen forgot about his sadness and tears, and equated Bing Qiuhan with Master in his mind.

Fate is really strange, a famous painter Bing Qiuhan, who was originally going to provoke the burden of "exterminating demons", was led from the northeast to Tashilhunpo Monastery, and he and Poly Franc were tied together with a red line of marriage. After that, the two were separated, and Bing Qiuhan went crazy because of lovesickness, and finally jumped off the cliff and lost his memory, wandering in Jinan. Later, the Bing Qiu Han who entered Tibet and left Tibet guided Guan Wen to enter Tibet, and the soul of Bing Qiu Han, who had died in Jinan, appeared here, and the master and apprentice met each other. In the final analysis, everyone's efforts are for "getting rid of demons". The great cause has not yet been accomplished, and I don't know how many masters will sacrifice their precious lives for this.

Gu Qingcheng didn't speak again, although she didn't understand why Guan Wen knelt down sadly.

"They're all gone." After the wind calmed down, Guan Wen brushed away his sadness, and a thousand words only turned into a faint sentence.

"Who? Who's gone?" Gu Qingcheng was puzzled, she didn't see the illusory pictures in Guan Wen's eyes, nor did she hear the immortal ghost in the Thangka Room to Guan Wen's earnest teachings.

"Let's go, there's no point in this place anymore." Guan Wen got up and walked out the door first. The skeletal thangkas left behind by the wise men of the past have vanished, and this house, this courtyard, and even the ancient tree that holds the soul of the tree master have lost their meaning.

The two of them walked through the tree hole, and Caidan Dajie was still in deep meditation.

"Master, it's over." Guan Wen said.

Caidan Dajie raised his head, his face was full of yin, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Guan Wen leaned over, pressed his palms on Caidan Dajie's shoulders, and stared into the other party's eyes: "As soon as the sun rises and sets, it is the replacement of reincarnation." Dead wood is not a chun, and whoever waits will inevitably lose. Master, the deceased is gone, and the coffin is closed; Those who come can be chased, and they will never leave. Do you understand?"

These words of mystical wisdom were exactly what he had learned from the teachings of the Tree Master. Whether it is Tibetan Buddhism or Han Buddhism, the "enlightenment" of the disciples is innate, and cannot be obtained by practice, and it has nothing to do with age. At this moment, Guan Wen has had an epiphany, and his ideological realm is definitely above Caidan Dajie.

"I'm willing to hold on to the shattered soul of the Tree Master here for the rest of my life until I die of old age—" said Caidan Dajie.

"Wrong!" Guan Wen snorted.

"So, I quit the tree cave and meditate in the thangka room until my soul ascends and follows the tree master? Is that okay?" Caidan Dajie asked again.

"Wrong." Guan Wen sighed.

"So, is it okay for me to devote myself to the study of Buddhism and write an article for Master Shu, to set an example for future generations of practitioners, so that Master Shu's name will forever shine in the texts of Tibetan Buddhism?" Caidan Dajie's tone was even more confused.

Guan Wen stopped talking, turned around and walked to the other end of the tree hole, and with a wave of his arm, swept all the glass coffins to the ground. After a series of glass shattering sounds, the miniature corpses in the coffin immediately weathered into a flurry of powder.

"You-" Caidan Dajie jumped up and shouted angrily, "How dare you be disrespectful to the relics of these senior masters? If it weren't for the admonitions of the tree masters they have passed down from generation to generation, the demon slayer would have lost the direction of struggle long ago! ”

Gu Qingcheng rushed in front of Guan Wen, for fear that Caidan Dajie would miss and hurt him.

"The tree master's abandonment of the hidden inside the shell of the feather insect is a warning to us that the Jing God is more important than the gods. A true practitioner must get rid of the chaffles, abandon the shackles of external factors, and go straight to the root of the problem. You see, what is the significance of this tree, this coffin, this relic, including the house, the thangka, and the soul? When we comprehend 'abandoning the wrong path of suppressing demons and returning to the right path of eliminating demons', the appearance of a qiē is not important, because we have already comprehended the inner essence. If you are obsessed, you have failed all the teachings of the Tree Master, so let's go, let's go......"

Guan Wen didn't stop any longer, strode out of the tree hole, and stepped out of the courtyard door.

On all sides, the chanting of monks, the sound of the city outside the temple, and the sound of car horns in the distance sounded chaotically, accompanied by the birdsong of the treetops, the barking of the released dogs, and the chirping of mountain eagles that swept over the temple from time to time, which made Guan Wen's mood suddenly brighten.

In Guan Wen's view, the small is hidden in the wild, and the big is hidden in the city. Only by getting out of the tree hole and thangka room that Caidan Dajie is clinging to can we enter the new century of "eliminating demons".

Gu Tingcheng followed closely behind, his eyes flashed, and he sighed leisurely: "Guan Wen, I think after this night, you seem to be a different person, and your words and deeds are all different." Although I don't know anything about the cultural connotations of Tibetan Buddhism, I have a vague sense of the mysterious power that can be understood but cannot be conveyed from you. For a bounty hunter like me, those things are just too esoteric. ”

The courtyard door was wide open, and they turned back together, looking at Caidan Dajie who was bowing his head in the tree hole.

When the mountain wind blows, the ancient tree changes from a gentle swaying to a violent chair, and the chapped bark of the trunk is constantly peeling off and falling.

"Master, let's go, it's over!" Guan Wen summoned again.

Instead of looking up, Caidan Dajie slowly leaned over and carefully gathered the male end with his only remaining arm, ignoring the imminent collapse of the tree hole.

After hundreds of chairs, the trunk finally creaked terribly, and the wrist-thick broken branches fell frequently.

"The tree is about to fall." Gu Qingcheng looked up at the canopy.

Guan Wen sighed, rushed into the tree hole again, grabbed Caidan Dajie's arm, and tried to drag him out.

"They are all immortal because of the exorcism, and my mission is to let future generations remember their immortality forever. Let's go, I've seen through Hongchen's life and death, and it's not interesting to live any longer. I'm here, dying with the remnants of all the wise men......" Caidan Dajie didn't even look at Guan Wen, just stared at the pile of gray powder on the ground.

"Eliminating demons is not a task that can be completed by one person, there is still a long way to go, and you stick to this place, just to make excuses for your cowardice. A true wise man knows when to move forward, even if he retreats and stubbornly holds on, his ultimate goal is to retract his fist and punch out more powerfully. And you? Single-mindedly seeking death, how can Buddha xing exist? If you die here, it won't help the Demon Destroyer at all. The death of a person is either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. Master Tree and other senior sages died to convey the message of 'exterminating demons', which is heavier than Mount Tai; And your death has nothing to do with the exorcism, it is just a personal choice after going astray, and it is lighter than a feather......"

In Guan Wen's words, there is no anger, only compassion.

"Am I wrong?" Caidan Dajie finally raised his head, and his eyes were filled with cloudy tears.

Guan Wen shook his head: "On the path of cultivation, right and wrong are relative. If, in a peaceful era of peace, you die as a martyr and are willing to follow the legacy of your predecessors, it may be passed on as a beautiful conversation in Tibetan Buddhism. Now, it is the time when the great cause of eliminating demons needs manpower, and if you don't want to forge ahead and abandon your martial arts, you are an unforgivable sinner. Where to go, decide for yourself! ”

The swaying of the tree hole became more and more violent, and the bark fragments and dust and sand powder fell from the air, leaving Guan Wen all over his body.

"Hey, let's go, the big tree is really going to fall-" Gu Tingcheng shouted outside.

There are only twenty steps from the tree hole to the outside of the gate, and the distance of space is easy to cross, but the ravine of thought cannot be crossed. Caidan Dajie's mind was imprisoned by this ancient courtyard, so he couldn't get out of that door.

"If we all die here, who will be able to take on the task of 'exterminating demons'? It's very easy to stay behind and die, but as a practitioner, do you really think that death is the highest state of Tibetan Buddhism? Don't you still understand that Master Tree has never handed over the burden to you, precisely because you are narrow-minded and short-sighted, and you can't even penetrate this small tree hole space and can't get out, how can you talk about protecting the safety of Tashilhunpo Monastery?" Guan Wen's tone became more and more aggressive, but Cai Dan Dajie was still unmoved.

Suddenly, there was a heart-rending "click" above their heads, and the tree cavity collapsed, and the main trunk of the giant tree fell vertically, hitting them two steps to the right, and then fell down on their side.

Gu Qingcheng flew in, dragged the two of them left and right, turned around again, ran with all his might, and took the two out of the door.

The main trunk collapsed and smashed on the north roof, and suddenly the house collapsed and the wall collapsed, and it was a mess. The yard was hundreds of years old, and all the building materials were broken, and when one collapsed, it caused a chain reaction that turned into a gray ruin in a matter of minutes. The ancient tree on which the tree master relied was shattered into countless pieces, and the birds, birds, insects, and snakes hidden in the hollow of the trunk fled in panic.

In the midst of the chaos, more than a dozen brilliant whistling roars rose up, spiraling around the ruins for a few weeks, and then soaring straight into the sky, piercing through the sunlight and clouds.

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