Caidan Dajie got up slowly, the corner of the door curtain rolled up, a gust of wind blew in, and the oil lamp shook violently.

"Master-" Caidan Dajie suddenly prostrated towards the lamp, threw himself to the ground, and kowtowed.

The gust of wind did not disappear, it kept rotating around the lamphead, although it was invisible and invisible, but Guan Wen could feel it from the continuous shaking of the firehead.

"Master, what do you want to sue me? Are you going to punish me for failing to protect my legacy?" Caidan Dajie asked in a panic.

No one answered, and the fire head went up and down, as if it was making a silent communication with the gust of wind. Steeply, with a snap, the fire exploded a lamp with the size of a teacup, and countless small sparks flew out of the wick, and they fell to the ground one after another.

At that moment, Guan Wen's heart seemed to bloom with a colorful ceremonial flower, with the boundless night as the background, blooming and scattering, forming the appearance of the giant tree that once stood behind Tashilhunpo Monastery. Immediately, more ceremonial flowers bloomed one after another, each blooming illuminated the black night, and each time the center of the light reflected a face with an aging face. The color of each flower is different, and the face reflected is also different.

"Seventy Shines, Seventy Wise Men, Tree Master...... Doggyatso's predecessor ...... "Guan Wen suddenly understood that the gust of wind was the gathering of the souls of all the wise men, and together they gave the younger generations enlightenment.

"Master, I understand." Caidan Dajie whispered.

The gust of wind suddenly disappeared, and the fire no longer trembled, and was calm.

Caidan Dajie got up, and his thin face showed a righteous and awe-inspiring look.

Master Sancher immediately asked, "What do you want to do?" Although his eyes were completely blind, he seemed to have felt the change in Caidan Dajie's expression.

"Master Tree told me that the ultimate goal of a practitioner is to do whatever you do in this life, with no regrets. I was thinking, if I left like this, I still wouldn't be able to let go of Tashilhunpo Monastery after all. Just like back then, before the death of one king and two princesses, they were also relieved to leave the Rakshasa witch on the Xizàng Demon Suppression Map. I have read hundreds of ancient Tibetan texts left by Master Shu, and for most of the second half of their lives, one king and two princesses spent most of their lives facing the wall and trying to figure out the ultimate way to solve witches. They are the true practitioners, and there is no great wisdom in the long history of Tibetan Buddhism. Master, I've heard that there is a way for a divinely gifted rap artist to predict the outcome of something in advance - "Caidan Dajie waved his remaining left arm, and all the joints crackled with a popping sound.

Master Sancher was silent for a while, and then spoke again, his voice extremely hoarse: "Don't do stupid things."

Caidan Dajie lowered his head and looked at the oil cylinder that had bottomed out, as if he was asking Master Sancher, and seemed to be saying to himself: "Cultivation is a stupid thing, so what's the harm in doing it again?"

The lights exploded again, and the fire gradually shrank, and it was probably going to be extinguished soon.

"Since you know that rap artists' skills come from God, of course, you also know that even if you make some kind of sacrifice, you may not necessarily be inspired by God. There is no necessary connection between the two, and it is likely that they will be sacrificed in vain and gain nothing. Master Sancher's Adam's apple trembled violently, and his voice sounded like it came from a broken old bellows. His face was expressionless and indifferent, but now the muscles of his cheeks spasmed and looked very nervous.

"I'll have to give it a try." With a twist of his left arm, Caidan Dajie withdrew from the monk's robe, and his upper body was completely exposed.

A large, twisted scar on his right shoulder was an indelible memory of studying the ultimate skill of the Skeleton Thangka. A long time ago, like other painting masters summoned by the Tree Master, he was obsessed with the mysterious world of the skeleton thangka. In the end, because of the appearance of Guan Wen, he realized that he had lost his way, completely jumped out of the strange circle of simply pursuing painting, and returned to the right path of "eliminating demons and defending the road".

"You see, that's the price of making mistakes. In a person's life, he can only make mistakes once, and he cannot make mistakes again and again, and go astray a second time. Once upon a time, it was my mistake to stay in the world of the Skeleton Thangka; This time, it was also a mistake for me to leave Tashilhunpo Monastery lightly. So, I decided that I won't change it again. He said.

Guan Wen realized what was about to happen, and immediately spoke out to stop it: "Master, in fact, we can think long-term, gather the wisdom of more people, and study ways to crack the black hole."

Caidan Dajie smiled awe-inspiringly: "Guan Wen, do you remember the little insect shell that Master Tree accommodated?" In fact, neither the wise nor the common people want to let their souls succumb to the shell of worms, and endure the torment of years after years. Everyone knows that when a person dies like a lamp goes out, his flesh and bones are a puddle of mud - when he dies, he quickly enters the six realms of reincarnation, is reincarnated as a new person, and enjoys a new life, which is a kind of natural transformation of life, easy and free, without any pain at all. Why, then, did he endure all those torments alone? From him, I saw the true wisdom of a practitioner, and he set the best example for me. At this moment, this very moment, Master Sancher beckoned me to leave, and perhaps I didn't have a change of thought just now, so I got up and left, passing by the great ascension and enlightenment of the practitioner himself......"

Guan Wen was speechless, because he had realized the lofty realm of the great wise man from Caidan Dajie's words, and there were no words to express his admiration, respect, and admiration at this moment.

As soon as the curtain rolled up, Gu Qingcheng slipped in, his right hand in his pocket, and his expression was extremely nervous.

Caidan Dajie raised his left arm and made a "silence" gesture, and Basang immediately fell silent, let go of his hand, and covered his mouth tightly.

"Is there anything wrong?" Gu Qingcheng wiped the cold sweat from his cheeks and asked in Guan Wen's ear.

"I'm fine." Guan Wen shook his head. No one had ever cared so much about him, and he was deeply moved by Gu Qingcheng's anxious face.

"It's okay." Gu Qingcheng let out a breath and relaxed his right hand holding the gun in his pocket. There were so many people in the house, she was only concerned about Guan Wen's safety, and the rest of the people turned a blind eye. The quality of this relationship is self-explanatory.

Master Sancher, who had been silent for a long time, raised his head gently, his eye sockets contained cloudy tears, but there was a smile on his face: "Maybe this is the moment I have been waiting for a long time, we are from birth to old age, from birth to old age, at least fifty or sixty years, at most ten years, if there is no soul epiphany, it is no different from a worm that dies in the morning and twilight." Epiphany is eternal life, and only eternal life can the selfless and fearless god of Tibetan Buddhism be passed on forever. If you don't have an epiphany, follow me for five, ten, or twenty years, and you will just inherit the tattered mantle of a rap artist, and finally die silently between a certain mountain and a river in Tibet. You do it, it's good, it's good, it's good......"

Caidan Dajie walked to the side of the cylinder, slowly sat down cross-legged, put his left arm on the edge of the cylinder, and asked with a cold expression: "So, let's start?"

Master Sancher shook his head, fumbled for a dirty leather wine bag from the rag bag beside him, and shivered as he uncorked it, and a strong smell of wine immediately spread through the room.

"Good wine." Caidan Dajie admired.

"This bag of wine is made from the thousand-year-old ice in the cave of the north peak of Everest and the blood lotus on the back of the snow-capped mountain, which lasted three years, and the three major vats of wine were repeatedly steamed, and finally only got so much. I've kept it all the time, just for the true wise and the brave, please—" Master Sancher handed a palm-sized sac of wine to Tseden Dajie in both hands.

"Actually, I'm ashamed." Caidan Dajie took the wine bag and turned to Guan Wen, "Do you remember what Master Tree said about the evil?" Which is easier, fighting bravely or holding on for a hundred years? Isn't it that when you and I are faced with such a choice?"

Guan Wen certainly remembers that before leading the Seventy Wise Men into the black hole, Master Shu's senior brother Doggyatso said something like this.

"Death, it's easy; life, and to get rid of all difficulties, and the success of eliminating demons is the most difficult. Guan Wen, I'm old, and this time I have to choose the easy one, because there is only so much I can fully bear, I'm sorry. Caidan Dajie didn't drink, but said as he handed the wine bag to Guan Wen.

"Master, I will definitely live up to my entrustment, and dedicate all my life's strength to the great cause of eliminating demons." Guan Wen didn't refuse, held the wine bag in both hands, and drank the first sip. That kind of strong, mellow natural liquor is something he has never tried, and a strange aroma penetrates the internal organs with the ** spicy liquor, circling up and down, turning left and right, and only one sip of wine will make him drunk all over his body.

"Good...... Wine, good ...... The drunkenness of the wine ...... "surged, and his mind immediately became confused, and the people and scenery around him slowly swirled.

Caidan Dajie was the second to drink, and then handed the sac back to Master Sancher.

"Let's get started." Caidan Dajie's wrist swiped lightly on the edge of the tank, and immediately the skin and flesh cracked, and blood gushed out and fell to the bottom of the tank. His blood was mixed with ghee, and through the guò wick, slowly reached the oil lamp, and the fire was again vigorous.

Master Sancher also took a long sip of wine, choked violently, and hummed slowly:

"Tibet will always have two colors,

Good people like pure white,

They are the descendants of the Great Snow Mountain,

They graze their white flocks on the green meadows.

The Rakshasa Witch dwells in the dark lands,

Her henchmen were clad in black armor.

The battle between black and white never stops,

Unless one of the parties is completely wiped out.

I saw the mountains inlaid with red agate,

Underneath the agate is a clear spring,

Attracting the laughter of the Tibetans in the spring,

The door to the battlefield opened.

No one has ever seen a two-headed demon,

A man and a woman look on the same body,

One cries and the other screams,

Demon soldiers spread halfway up the mountain.

There are many tricks of witches,

Light yì will not be fooled,

The bait hung on the treetops,

The witch was led out of the house.

The scenery of the mandala is picturesque,

The witch laughed with joy haha,

There was a boom in the cannon and the ashes were over......"

Another choking cough, Master Sancher pressed his hand to his chest, unable to sing.

In this paragraph, Guan Wen only understood the text, but couldn't figure out the meaning.

"What is a two-headed demon? And what is the bait?" Gu Tingcheng and Guan Wen had the same mind, and they preemptively asked questions for him.

Master Sancher stopped coughing, his white eyes turned in the direction of Gu Qingcheng, and he shook his head blankly: "I said, I can only sing, and I don't know anything else." I only sing to the person who should listen to it, and when he listens, he will understand. ”

Guan Wen tried his best to memorize the content of the other party's humming word for word in his head, even if he didn't understand it at the moment, he would find a way to slowly seek the answer in the future.

"Go ahead...... bar. Caidan Dajie said.

The wick had turned a dark red, and in addition to the smell of ghee and blood, there was also a strange aroma of burning blood in the air.

"The victory of the heroes came too quickly,

The witch's counterattack will come.

I saw the king of Zao, Songtsen Gampo, appear in the clouds,

The Demon Slaying Sword was held high.

The witch's body is slippery,

Dodge left and right and run fast.

Everyone knows that it is the hero who slays demons,

Who knew that heroes also need good helpers.

Princess Wencheng stands in the east,

The princess of the ruler stands in the south,

The treasure sword of the king is guarded in the west,

Leave only the northern ...... for the witch"

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