"This will be my end." Sorrow was written on his face.

"I'm here, your mission is complete, isn't it?" Gesang said.

Master Jiayu raised his head, his two very different eyes widening, staring at Gesang deadly. The difference between one withering and one glory is so great, as if his body was cut apart and then reversed, and there seems to be no harmony at all.

"Really? Is my mission really accomplished?" He asked.

"Yes, some of the truths are hurtful, but I have to say. In fact, many of the things you remember are no longer of reference value, and it is useless to keep them in your head. The world is changing rapidly, and the power transfer between the representatives of various countries is intensifying, especially after World War II, which entered a long period of Cold War, and every year some countries' secret archives are released to the world...... Forget it, what's the use of saying this? I just want to tell you to put an end to this endless practice, what you insist on is as worthless as a wisp of air, like this book."

Gesang untied a cloth button at the top of his Tibetan robe and took out a booklet from it, which was the "Country of Extreme Things" that Dorje Cuom had told Lin Xuan.

"Words are dead, the world is alive, and whoever waits will miss it forever." She said.

The booklet, which Dorje Tsom regarded as a treasure, was casually rolled up in her hand and not cherished.

"The book depicts the land of extreme things, but I always wondered if it could be the legendary Shambhala country in Tibet? What's the connection between the two?" Guru Jia asked.

In front of the young girl Gesang, this old monk who doesn't know how long he has been alive, asks one sentence at a time, seeking answers.

"In my opinion, the land of extreme things is real, but the land of Shambhala has too many fantasy colors, which are built up by pure human imagination." Gesang replied, "But at the same time, I wonder how many masters have interpreted these pamphlets and unearthed the most subtleties of these pamphlets for so long that they have been circulated. As latecomers, if we take the liberty of interpreting it out of context, we will only make a difference of a fraction of a second, and cause greater misunderstanding. It is also an honor for Jiwu Temple to have it, but it is a pity that there are no more eminent monks who have the courage to put down the trivial and mundane things at hand, and instead study it exhaustively, so that the heavenly things are ...... violently."

Guru Gyala stood up tremblingly and took the book with both hands.

There was something wrong with his handover to Gesang, and as soon as he pinched the corner of the book, Gesang let go. With a snap, the book fell to the water.

"Yikes!" Gesang was taken aback, and immediately bent down to pick it up, and it only took two or three seconds for the booklet to be soaked and dripping down.

Gesang sighed: "What can I do? It sucks! ”

Lin Xuan took the booklet, found a flat Mani stone, laid out the booklet, and uncovered it page by page.

It didn't matter if the booklet was wet, as long as he found a paperweight and a hair dryer, he would be able to restore the booklet to its original appearance.

On each page of the booklet was a white drawing, the content of which was not the same as that of other Tibetan Buddhist texts, not Buddha statues, artifacts, or diagrams, but buildings, fruits, grains, bazaars, maps, and the like, with special text annotated on the side. Lin Xuan couldn't read those, so he concentrated on flipping through it, just trying to do this one thing well.

In various monasteries of Tibetan Buddhism, there is a place called "Drying Sutra Ping". The scrolls are usually stored in the depths of the temple where they do not see the light of day, and they are plagued by dampness and insects, so they must be taken out and dried one by one on a sunny day to prolong their shelf life.

What Lin Xuan is doing now is the work of "drying scriptures" done by monks.

The paper in the booklet has been soaked in water, making it soft and weak, and the strokes of the text are also smudged, which will definitely affect the reading, which is really a huge shortcoming.

In the process of drying, Lin Xuan suddenly remembered a story in "Journey to the West", one of China's four great classical masterpieces: Tang monks and apprentices from the Tang Dynasty arrived at the Western Lingshan after eighty difficulties, asked for the scriptures and turned back, but drowned in the Tongtian River, and found that they had obtained the wordless scriptures after going ashore.

"Is there any connection between the drowning of Tang monks in the past and the booklet of "The Land of Extreme Things" that I am hanging here today?" He slowed down his movements, flipping through page by page, trying to find the mystery in the drawings.

"How many Mani stones are there all over the mountains?" Gesang asked.

"Ninety-three thousand three hundred and fifty-five." Guru Jia replied.

"Who's the biggest? Who is the youngest? Who touched your heart the most?" Gesang asked again.

"The biggest one is behind me, the smallest one is in the puddle, and the one that touches my heart the most has never been." Guru Jiayu replied with a sigh.

"You've been here for so long, where is the deepest part of your mind? Where is the top? Where is the widest place?"

This time, in response to Kelsang's question, Guru Jiahui pondered for a while before slowly answering, "Wherever my roots go, the ends of my thoughts can go." For example, sixty years ago, when I first reached the permafrost, my mind could not penetrate it, and I was frustrated. I am familiar with the Sanskrit scriptures "Earth Fire? The Golden-winged Dapeng Bird Swallowing Snake Refining Ascension Scroll 100,000 times, using the 'lightless fire' in the scroll to burn the frozen soil layer and resolutely move forward. Now, the end of my thoughts is in a void, as if under the nine shadows, dark and submerged; It seems to be above the nine heavens, flickering, empty, and extremely uncomfortable. ”

This passage was difficult to understand, and after it reached Lin Xuan's ears, he couldn't help but make him stop his movements and ponder the meaning of "lightless fire".

The so-called "lightless fire" is the "samadhi true fire" mentioned by Taoist Tantra, that is: the heart of the king's fire, also known as the divine fire, its name is called Shangfu; The kidney is the fire, also known as the fine fire, and its name is Zhongfu; The sea of qi under the umbilicus, also known as the people's fire, is called the next one. These three kinds of fire, also known as "fire in wood, fire in stone, and fire in the air", together, the mind is aggravated, and the gaze is inseparable, which is called martial fire; The mind is relaxed, and it seems to be nothing, which is called simmering.

When any kind of religion or cultivation of human beings reaches the highest realm, they all go to the same end and go to the end of "the unity of heaven and man". Although Master Jiahu is one of the most skilled Tibetan masters in Tibetan Buddhism, when he is able to use the "lightless fire", he is actually out of the realm of his own school.

Lin Xuan was able to understand Master Jiayu's realm, but he was self-aware, and he was still far from that realm.

"Why is that happening? Could it be that the huge Tibetan Plateau and the rolling Himalayas are all floating in the air? In my opinion, if your roots are deep, there are all kinds of solid obstacles, right?" Gesang asked.

"I thought I had reached 'Heaven in the Earth'." After a while, Guru Jiayu replied in a deep voice.

"What?" Gesang's voice rose suddenly.

Guru Jiahu repeated word by word: "Earth, Middle, Heaven."

Gesang stopped talking, his chest heaving rapidly, pacing up and down the puddle.

Lin Xuan knew that the concept of "heaven in the earth" was first proposed by the philosopher Plato. He said that the earth inhabited by humans is a hollow sphere, which is divided into countless levels and inhabited by countless other races. They are also earthlings, but they are by no means the same as modern humans on the surface of the earth. Some of them are native inhabitants of Earth from previous generations, and some are interstellar immigrants from other planets. The sky they see is the earth under our feet, and all their heavens are called "heaven within the earth."

"It's down there, huh?" Gesang stopped and pointed to the small puddle.

Master Jiayu nodded, "That's right."

"What about the phantom in the crystal ball? Is that a reflection of what you experience the world as it is?" Gesang asked.

Guru Jia's tone was a little hesitant, as if he was not sure: "Actually, I'm not sure...... It's not the same thing that everyone sees. Twenty years ago, the famous Tibetan medicine master in Shigatse, Jetso Pingpo, came to see me and cautiously told me that he had counted some strange cases in which at least 50 healthy Tibetans had hallucinated after taking the herb of 'sheep'. Some people dance wildly, some people are tyrannical, some people are overindulgent, and some people don't recognize their relatives...... All kinds of strange phenomena are innumerable and very terrifying. When I showed him the crystal ball, his cousin, as if he had taken that poisonous herb, was babbling gibberish and at a loss. What do you see?"

Lin Xuan had seen Jiecuo Pingbu, who was a kind and kind decent old man who had traveled all his life to Tibet to treat diseases and save people, never asking for anything in return, and he was happy with suffering.

"I saw it, Dr. Lin, what do you see?" Gesang wanted to speak and stopped.

Lin Xuan didn't want to participate in the discussion between the two, but as soon as he came into contact with Gesang's clear eyes, he couldn't refuse: "What I saw was a huge steam engine, with the big rivers as the water source, standing up to the sky and the earth, and the water vapor emitted was like the flag cloud of Mount Everest. Strangely, I couldn't see where the kinetic energy from the steam engine was going! ”

At first, when Gesang pretended to be deaf and dumb, he had already discovered that the other party had a pair of big eyes that could speak, but Gesang covered his beautiful face under the shabby Tibetan robe, and deliberately kept a low profile to prevent others from discovering his identity as a beauty. Now, removing the camouflage of qiē, Gesang is completely blooming like a flower, and the appearance is very generous and decent.

This change made Lin Xuan more and more surprised.

"The same is true of what I saw, the steam engine has a lot to do with the real Everest flag cloud." Gesang agreed.

"But where is the steam engine hiding?" Lin Xuan asked silently in his heart, lowered his head, and continued to book.

According to normal logic, if the steam engine is constantly doing work, it will definitely output a steady stream of power to provide kinetic energy to other machinery. He had never heard of a steam engine on such a large scale, and was curious about the matching machinery that used its kinetic energy.

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