Guan Wen does not belong to Tashilhunpo Monastery, he is just a painter, he came to the temple from Jinan, Shandong Province to look at and paint, just out of a love for Xizàng temple art.

His residence is a family hotel on a few Geelangka Road outside the temple, on the south side of the road, next to the Xizàng Gangjian Thangka Painting Art Center.

The street lights on the road are already lit up, and the restaurants on the south side of the road are brightly lit to welcome tourists from all over the world. In front of the restaurant, there are off-road vehicles parked by weather-beaten self-driving tourists.

This passage has been walked a thousand times, but never before has I felt so heavy as I am now. He suddenly wanted to drink, or find someone to talk to, and pour out all the depression in his heart. However, in Tashilhunpo Monastery, he had no relatives, and except for the monks in the monastery, almost no one could sit down and chat.

"Hey, you...... Wait a minute......" someone greeted him on the side of the road.

Guan Wen turned his head and saw Baoling carrying a satchel and dragging a suitcase.

"Is that you? Is the injury healed?" Guan Wen was a little overjoyed.

The night wind was strong, and Baoling's long hair flew up, covering half of her face. Her appearance reminds Guan Wen of the flying sky in the Dunhuang murals.

"It's okay, I can hold on. The hotels here are full, may I ask you, are there any cleaner and quieter accommodations nearby?" Bao Ling is a bit wolf.

Guan Wen thought for a while and pointed in the direction of the family hotel: "I live in a family hotel run by Tibetans themselves, it's not bad, do you want to take a look?"

Baoling nodded: "Thank you, if it's convenient, please help the handle, my luggage is too heavy."

Guan Wen walked over, took his satchel and suitcase, and the two walked east side by side.

The family hotel was run by an elderly Tibetan couple, the man was named Qu Songjian and the woman was called Gesang. Their house has two north houses, three east houses, and a small courtyard surrounded by stone walls.

Guan Wen rented one of the East Rooms, and the other two were empty, with tables and beds, and they were very clean.

Baoling chose a room adjacent to Guan Wen, and after putting down her luggage, she thanked Guan Wen with a wry smile: "I didn't expect such a strange thing to happen today, and my heart is still pounding." If you have time, can we have a few words?"

Guan Wen nodded: "Dinner is provided here, we can go next door and chat while eating."

The third room in the east house is the dining room, which is relatively simple, just a large round dining table with a few wooden stools.

Gesang prepared dinner, a pot of mutton stewed potatoes, a plate of fungus mixed with cucumbers, and a large bowl of tomato and egg drop soup.

"Is there any wine?" Baoling asked.

Gesang brought a bottle of barley wine and two wine glasses, then closed the door and went out.

The two toasted three times in a row to celebrate the fate of tonight's meeting in Pingshui, and soon talked about the murder of the thief in front of the Maitreya Buddha Temple.

"If I knew someone coveted the key, I wouldn't have gone out of the city alone, and I should have waited for my companion Gao Xiang to come and join us. He is a self-driving parade on the Sichuan-Tibet line, very good and experienced, and he can deal with a few small thieves. You know, that key is very important to me, more important than life. If I didn't have the key, I wouldn't have come to Tashilhunpo Monastery, but if I lost the key, it's useless for me to come here......" At the mention of the key, Bao Ling's feelings immediately became excited and frustrated.

Guan Wen comforted: "It's useless to regret it now, the people from the Civil Management Committee will continue to investigate, maybe there will be news soon."

Baoling shook his head: "Pointing at them to find the key, there is almost no hope." They are not Jingcha, and they usually do nothing but maintain order. I've called Gao Xiang and asked him to find someone to help. If nothing else, he'll be there tomorrow before the sun sets. ”

It can be seen that Gao Xiang has a very heavy weight in Baoling's mind.

Guan Wen lowered his head and drank, with a slight melancholy in his heart. In the past, he met many girls with long hair in the temple, and some people asked him to help take pictures, some asked him to help with portraits, and some asked him to be a free tour guide. For those unpaid requests, he smiled and did them one by one. He believed that no matter how brightly the girls were smiling at the time, they would turn around and forget about him after leaving the temple gate. To them, he is a part of the temple and not worth remembering alone, like the murals, prayer flags, butter lamps and even the shale that dots the ground in Tashilhunpo Monastery.

Or, in Tashilhunpo Monastery, Guan Wen is nothing but an ordinary speck of dust.

"That key must be valuable, right?" He asked.

Baoling sighed three times in a row, and Yu Yan stopped: "It's a long story, and I will have a chance to talk in detail in the future." Gao Xiang said that as long as the key is still in Khatse, he has a way to get it back. ”

As soon as Gao Xiang's name was mentioned, there was a smile in Baoling's eyes, which made Guan Wen even more depressed.

"Tell me about yourself, won't you?" Baoling asked.

Guan Wen was stunned: "What? Say myself? Actually, there is nothing to say, I am just a painter, I came from Jinan, Shandong, here for more than a year, and I go to the temple every day to practice painting Buddha statues......"

His experience is indeed lackluster, there is no thrilling experience, and there is no earth-shattering love.

Bao Ling smiled: "I mean the monk in the temple mentioned the painting thing."

Guan Wen smiled bitterly: "Really? It's just painting, I'm a painter, that's my profession. ”

In the shadow of the lamp, Baoling's cheeks were slightly red from the barley wine, and the long light chestnut hair with a beautiful wavy shape was also straightened out, and she obediently fell behind her shoulders.

"They say you can draw what is in someone's mind, and you can draw what they say, right?"

Guan Wen shook his head: "How can there be such a god?"

Bao Ling smiled: "It's too modest, I just saw so many works in your room, all of them are about Tashilhunpo Monastery, each one is very expressive, it can be seen that the painting skills are indeed superb."

Guan Wen smiled bitterly: "I'm ashamed, those are immature sketches." Trying to draw the charm of the Buddha statue in the temple is not something that can be done overnight, and I often struggle with this. ”

The two bowed their heads and drank, and suddenly had a sense of not speculating. Guan Wen realized that Baoling kept leading the topic to "painting", and there must be a picture.

Half of the wine in the bottle was drunk, and Guan Wen gradually became drunk.

Someone knocked on the door outside, and it was Qu Songjian's voice: "Mr. Guan, please come out, I have something to say."

Guan Wen opened the door with drunkenness, Qu Songjian and Gesang stood side by side under the eaves, both wearing thick sheepskin jackets, leaning over, and their faces were a little wrong.

Qu Songjian took Guan Wen's hand and walked out, and Gesang could bring it to the door.

"What's the matter? It's still mysterious?" Guan Wen was a little funny.

It was only when he walked to the gate of the courtyard that Qu Songjian let go and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Guan, there is something wrong with the guest you brought."

The night was cold and windy, Guan Wen didn't wear a coat, and shivered in the wind. He vaguely heard unusual movement in the backyard of the Thangka Art Center next door.

"What do you mean?" Guan Wen was a little surprised.

"There was news from the temple that she had an ominous aura on her and that two people had been killed because of her. I don't dare to keep her here, who knows what disaster she will bring? Mr. Guan, there must still be hotels outside that are not closed, so you can send her away later, don't kill us. Gesang, who was following behind, said.

Guan Wen was angry and laughed: "The affairs in the temple have nothing to do with her, she is just an ordinary worshipper."

Qu Songjian lowered his face: "Mr. Guan, if you are embarrassed to speak, I will ask Gesang to speak."

Gesang said in a trembling voice, "No, no, I don't dare to go."

In the darkness outside the hospital, someone suddenly couldn't hold back and coughed violently.

Guan Wen was startled, the man walked out of the darkness and stood beside Qu Songjian, who turned out to be Le Bai Wangjie, the owner of the art center. In normal times, the two often discuss and discuss painting.

"Guan Wen, I'm sorry, I've been standing here for a while, and I really can't help but ask Qu Songjian to find you." Lebai Wangjie rubbed his hands and said.

Guan Wen was even more surprised: "Can you talk about something directly?"

Le Bai Wangjie looked at the east house of Qu Songjian's house worriedly, and said with a bitter face: "That woman has just arrived, and there is a big problem with the well here on my side."

Guan Wen asked, "What's the big problem?" How can it have something to do with Miss Baoling?"

Lebai Wangjie stopped explaining and pulled Guan Wen into the backyard of the art center.

There used to be a deep well in that backyard, and the water quality is excellent and sweet, and it is said to be connected to the 10,000-year-old ice spring in the depths of the snow-capped mountains. The area around Tashilhunpo Monastery has already eaten tap water brought from the Rikaze Water Plant, but the quality of the pipeline is not comparable to the water from the well, which is one underground and one heavenly.

The diameter of the well is two meters, the wall is made of shale, and the mouth of the well is surrounded by an ancient stone fence.

At this time, there were three young people gathered around the well, all of whom were employees of the art center.

"I heard you bring the woman into Qu Songjian's house, and I was about to fetch the second bucket of water, and the bucket had just been lowered into the well. When the water comes up, that's what it is—" Le Bai Wangjie pointed to the second of the four buckets by the well, "it wasn't water at all, it was blood." ”

Guan Wen was taken aback and walked over to the bucket. Sure enough, the water in the iron bucket was reddish, unusually turbid, and had a faint smell of blood. Except for the first bucket, the remaining two were also filled with red blood.

"How so? What does this have to do with Baoling?" Although Guan Wen was surprised, he was not as superstitious as Le Bai Wangjie, Qu Songjian, Gesang and others.

"The people in the temple said that the woman had brought bad luck, and the well of blood was a sign of impending disaster." Lebai Wangjie said.

Guan Wen was stunned, poured out a bucket of water, carried the bucket to the side of the well railing, buckled the well rope, and threw the bucket down the well. He didn't believe Lebai Wangjie's words, so he had to fetch a bucket of water for himself.

The well was so deep that the bucket fell for a while before it came back with a "bang" when the bottom of the bucket collided with the water. The well rope was wet and cold, which made Guan Wen feel very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Guan, it's useless, I just tied the flashlight to the well rope and fell down, and I saw that the water below was all red." A young man reminded.

"It's like one time I saw a half-slaughtered antelope in a restaurant running away...... Falling into a well, it stained all the well red......" the other young man added.

Guan Wen shivered again and lowered his head to pull out the well rope.

The bucket was raised, and the young man turned on his flashlight and shone it into the bucket. Sure enough, the well water was blood-red and shocking.

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