People from the Civil Management Committee quickly arrived and took pictures of the thief's body to preserve the evidence.

As eyewitnesses, Guan Wen, Master Duji, and the girl were all asked to make detailed interrogation transcripts.

Now, Guan Wen knows that the girl's name is Baoling, and she is a dancer from Hong Kong. However, the transcript is the transcript, and no one knows what the thief's name is, where he came from, and who killed him.

"I'm missing one of the most important things in my bag, a key." After checking her shoulder bag, Bao Ling's love xù was extremely depressed.

"What is the key?" Captain Tashi Ram, who is in charge of law and order at the Civil Management Council, asked.

"It's an ancient key cast in white copper, and it was originally placed in it—" Bao Ling picked up a black velvet bag and turned it inside out, and it was empty. The bag was about three inches long and an inch wide, and it didn't seem like the key was too big.

Tashi Ram frowned: "The thief snatched the bag to the time he died less than half an hour before and after, and the bag was in his hand, could it be that someone ate the black and snatched the key?" But, Miss Baoling, if they want to rob you of your things, they can already find an opportunity to do it in the city of Katse, so why bother rushing to the temple?"

Baoling was anxious and asked loudly: "Are you accusing me of deliberately lying?"

The rest of the People's Management Committee hurriedly played a round and pushed Tashi Ram away first.

Guan Wen walked up to the thief and carefully observed the tattoo on the back of the thief's right hand, which turned out to be a coiled cyan dragon. He stood up, ripped the painting from his sketchbook, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into his pocket. The thief died, and his paintings were useless.

Guru Duji also walked over and looked down at the corpse.

The smell of blood in the air gradually faded, and what remained was still the smell of butter lamps that had been stored in Tashilhunpo Monastery for a hundred years. In xizàng, everything fades and disappears with the passage of time, and only the Buddha name, prayer flags, butter lamps, and thousands of Buddha statues remain forever.

"Guan Wen, go to my room, I have something to ask you." Guru Duji said in a voice that was almost a whisper.

Guan Wen was stunned, and was about to turn his head, when Master Duji immediately issued a warning: "Don't look back, don't make a sound, I'll go first, and you will come over in a few minutes."

Guru Duji's monastic house was south of the White Pagoda, and Guan Wen knew the location, but he never entered it without being invited.

Guan Wen didn't understand why Master Duji wanted to make things mysterious, but the other party was a medical authority in the temple and was highly respected, so since he had been told, he could only do it.

As soon as Master Duji left, Baoling came over, accompanied by a clerk of the People's Management Committee, Tsering Gongmu.

"You guard, I will search him, if there is no white copper key, this matter can only be closed first." Tsering Gongmu said.

Bao Ling bit her lip and stubbornly insisted: "The key was originally in the satchel, if it wasn't on him, it was taken away by his accomplices."

Tsering Gongmu muttered quietly: "Accomplice? Where are there any accomplices? You must have read too many novels...... This is Tashilhunpo Monastery, a place of pilgrimage. It was just an accident......"

Guan Wen wanted to leave, but was pulled by Baoling.

"There's nothing wrong with me here, I only saw him snatching the bag, but I didn't see the key." He explained with a wry smile.

"Mr. Guan, I just heard from someone from the Civil Management Council that you are a very good painter who can paint what other people think of in their hearts. I have a reluctant request, can you help me draw something, it is in my head......" Bao Ling said hurriedly.

Guan Wen doesn't know if he is a "good painter" or not, but he has been in Tashilhunpo Monastery for more than a year, and his painting skills have indeed improved by leaps and bounds, and he can express a unique charm when painting anything.

"Okay, we can get back in touch tomorrow." He could see that under the miraculous healing of Guru Duji, Baoling's pain had been eliminated by ninety percent, and he was able to take care of himself.

"But where shall I go to find you?" Baoling asked again.

Guan Wen hurriedly wrote an address in his sketchbook, ripped it off and handed it to Baoling.

At this time, Tsering Gongmu was already squatting beside the thief and began to rummage through the other party's jacket pocket, which also attracted Baoling's attention.

Guan Wen hurriedly pulled away and walked south.

He didn't have much contact with Master Duji, and he didn't know what was important to the other party this time, so he walked more and more urgently, and he couldn't wait to step into the monk's house in one step.

Tashilhunpo Monastery is built on a hillside, and the roads inside the monastery are paved with locally sourced shale rock, which is not very smooth. On several occasions, Guan Wen almost tripped and was so tired that he was out of breath.

Just past the White Tower, fierce dog barking suddenly sounded all around. At first, about twenty or thirty dogs barked together, then all the nearby dogs joined in, and finally hundreds of dogs barked at the same time, and the sound merged into a huge wave, circling back and forth over the ancient temple of Tibet.

Guan Wen stopped, leaning against the wall to gasp, panicked in his heart, with a sense of foreboding.

On the opposite side is the towering White Tower. In the twilight, the white tower stands tall and tall like a giant in white. Guan Wen walked through the White Pagoda and could feel its holiness, but now, his mind was empty, his heart was pounding, and he always felt that there seemed to be an unknown fanged monster hidden in the darkness around him, and he might rush out at any time to choose someone to devour.

The barking continued for at least five minutes before finally subsided.

Guan Wen wiped his sweat and continued to walk towards the monk's house.

After not taking a few steps, Basang Jiancuo hurried over from the fork in the road on the right.

"Guan Wen, where are you going?" Basang asked.

Guan Wen was defenseless and blurted out: "Master Duji asked me to go over and talk about things."

As soon as he said this, he regretted it again, because when Master Duji ordered him to come with him, his voice was very quiet, obviously because he didn't want a third party to know.

Fortunately, Basang Jiancuo did not ask any questions, and lit up a book of scriptures in his hand: "It's just right, I'm also going to see the master to return the book, let's go together."

Guan Wen nodded, and the two walked forward side by side.

"That dog barking was a little scary, wasn't it?" Basang asked.

Guan Wen nodded: "Yes, there are so many released dogs outside the temple, one barks, and hundreds of them bark, there is no way."

Basang Jiancuo laughed: "We are men, and we are definitely not afraid of dogs, but that Miss Baoling is different. Girls, always afraid of this and that, a small dislocated joint hurts so much that she can't walk, it's a little funny! ”

Guan Wen also laughed, because he remembered that Baoling forced the people of the Civil Management Committee to return her white copper key. He had to admit that Baoling was a very beautiful girl, although after being injured and crying, her facial features were still beautiful, which showed that before she came to Tashilhunpo Monastery, she was without makeup and without makeup.

Although there are many girls who come to worship and visit Tashilhunpo Monastery, there is no one in a thousand miles as beautiful as Baoling.

Thinking of Baoling, he unconsciously sighed twice, the first was admiration, and the latter was melancholy. As far as he is concerned, no matter how beautiful a girl is, she will not stay in Tashilhunpo Monastery for a day or two, a week or two, and then leave, and there will be no second chance to meet in this life.

"What are you sighing about?" Basang asked.

Guan Wen shook his head: "No, no, I am—"

Suddenly, he smelled an unusual smell wafting through the air, and his heart suddenly tightened, and he stopped walking.

In front of you is the monk's house, and when you turn the corner, you will come to Guru Duji's room.

Basang also seemed to realize something, and kept sniffling.

"It's blood—Basan, I smell blood!" Guan Wen shouted.

Basang asked suspiciously, "How can there be blood?"

Guan Wen was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly rushed forward. Around the corner, he saw at a glance that the door to Master Duji's room was ajar, one arm resting on the threshold, and his five fingers spread out, as if to grasp something.

He stopped, sucked in, and sleepwalked forward step by step.

Basang was quicker than him to react, rushed to the door, pushed open the door, and immediately shouted, "Master, Master, what's wrong with you?"

Guan Wen's mind felt like a mess of paste, and he reached the door step by step, leaning against the door frame and looking in.

Guru Duji was lying prone on the threshold, a large pool of blood under his body, his left hand covering his throat, and his right hand outstretched. It was clear that he was dead, and that this strange and futile movement was left behind by the desperate struggle of his deathbed.

Pasang Jincuo shouted several times, but Guru Duji did not respond.

"You guard here, I'll call someone!" He went out backwards and sped in the direction of the Civil Management Council to the south.

Guan Wen froze, stood firmly, and looked into the room.

The furnishings of Guru Duji's room were very simple, with only a bed, a table, and a chair, and in the corner of the wall was a simple bookshelf made of pine planks, with two floors, and a variety of medical books on it. There were also many books on the table, each of which was spread out and pressed left and right with a paperweight made of bluestone blocks.

As far as Guan Wen knows, Master Duji does not leave the temple, except for seeing a doctor, reading books, participating in meditation and enlightenment, he hardly interacts with others, and it is impossible to provoke any enemies. Looking at the furnishings in the house, the people are so poor that it is impossible to be attacked because of robbery.

"Daddy (Tibetan: hidden)...... Daddy ......" Guru Duji's body moved, panting rapidly, and he cried out twice in a slurred voice.

Guan Wen leaned over and grabbed the hand that Master Duji stretched forward: "Master, I am Guan Wen, what do you want to sue me?" Don't worry, Basang has already gone to find someone, and we'll take you to the hospital!" ”

"Basang ......" Master Duji's voice became softer and softer, and the hand held by Guan Wen gradually became cold.

Guan Wen shouted a few times, confirming that Master Duji had really passed away, and he felt a little gloomy. An hour ago, they were still talking at the Maitreya Buddha Hall, and an hour later, they were separated forever. This kind of life-and-death accident in the world came too fast and unbelievably fast.

The people from the Civil Management Committee soon arrived at the scene, and they all looked embarrassed.

First the thief, then the Guru Duji, two bizarre bloody cases occurred in Tashilhunpo Monastery in one night, which caused a great headache for the people of the Civil Management Committee. The wounds of both deceased were in the Adam's apple, forming a bloody hole the size of a thumb. In recent years, the Civil Administration Commission has rarely encountered such strange incidents, and there are no cases to follow.

Guan Wen answered a qiē truthfully, from Master Duji's whispered instructions in front of the Maitreya Buddha Hall to the strange dog barking heard on the road, all in detail.

Basang's words and Guan Wen corroborate each other, and the grief is beyond words.

After the registration of the people of the Civil Management Committee was completed, someone carried away the body of Master Duji.

As a disciple of Guru Duji, Pasang took matters into his own hands and cleaned up his desk. His movements were unusually slow, and his sadness was palpable. In fact, all the people in the monastery were very saddened by the death of Guru Duji, because he was a good man with great medical skills and a good man who helped all sentient beings, and everyone inside and outside the monastery had been treated by his wonderful hands.

"Guan Wen, you go back first, Master's funeral will be handled by a full-time person, and it has little to do with you." Basang said.

Guan Wen snorted and asked, "Guru Duji finally mentioned the matter of hiding, what is that?" You know what?"

Basang shook his head: "I don't know, I've never heard Master mention it. Guan Wen, are you sure that the last thing you hear is 'Daddy' and not anything else?"

Guan Wen nodded: "It's true." He had been at Tashilhunpo Monastery for so long that he was quite familiar with the Tibetan pronunciation of the local monks, and since Guru Dugi was speaking very slowly at the time, he was confident that he would never get it wrong.

"You go first, and if the people of the Civil Administration Council are in need, I will let them go to your residence." He said.

Guan Wen agreed and walked out of the monk's house.

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