Next, the snakes turned into hundreds of ink-soaked pens, drawing an extremely complex map in the depths of his mind. It was a huge cube-shaped building, with countless doors, windows, passages, corridors, and staircases, each of which was dazzling in all directions. However, to enter it, the route is unique, carefully marked with a red pen, and near each intersection along the way, there are danger signs of skulls and elongated bones. That is to say, every time there is a fork in the road, it passes by death.

"Remember it, remember it......" the monk's voice grew weaker and weaker.

Ding Jun concentrated, abandoned the influence of the outside world, and struggled to remember the red line. By the time he had woken up from his deep thoughts, the monk had fallen asleep with his head tilted, and he was terrified with a mark of blood on his chest that was about to freeze.

"Master, wake up, Master......" Ding Jun shouted, but the monk had passed away suddenly, no longer responding to him, and the branches behind him also magically withered without a trace of life.

"What did he give you?" The shrill voice from before asked.

Ding Jun calmed down and replied lightly: "It's just some ordinary life warnings, personal questions, it's useless for others to ask."

The voice asked, "Is it a map?" Isn't it?"

Ding Jun shook his head: "No."

He lied because he realized that the map was extremely important and a target for the enemy.

"If yes, leave it to me. Within 300 kilometers of Torin Temple, no treasure can escape my hands. The voice said.

Ding Jun still shook his head: "No, forget it."

The flock of eagles has dispersed, and the victory or defeat is unknown, but Ding Jun believes that the vulture side representing the monk will never lose, because it always has the confidence and mind to win every battle.

With a snort, a black shadow rolled over from the cliff and landed gently and skillfully beside Ding Jun. It was a masked young man, with no weapon in his hand, but his cuffs were tightly clasped, and some kind of hidden weapon was supposed to be hidden underneath.

"Nothing? I don't believe it. The young man said, looking Ding Jun up and down with a pair of thief eyes.

"No way." Ding Jun shrugged helplessly.

"That secret must be passed down forever, from generation to generation, and never be revealed. Therefore, I concluded that before he died, the secret must be passed on to someone who is destined to do so, and this is the fundamental meaning of 'hiding in Tibet': to hide the goal, and to wait for the right time to make a comeback and become the ruler of the Dharma and the human heart. Of course I understand, the map he gave you is important, but you have to trust us, only we are the rulers of this world. The young man said. The mask on his face was flung aside with a big grin, and he did not shy away from revealing his true colors.

"I told you and didn't know anything." Ding Jun said.

He looked at the dead Great Enlightenment Master, and then sighed, "I should go."

The fog in the valley has dissipated, and time is the most magical thing in the world, because of its existence, no matter how difficult and bitter life and death are, it can go from beginning to end. It's just that, because of its departure, no matter how tragic the result is, people must silently accept it, and there is no right to choose.

Ding Jun was slightly disappointed in his heart, because he came from the temple, although he seemed to be close to the core of the incident, but he missed by a thousand miles, and the monk finally died with a secret, and what he was given was only some kind of inspiration like scratching his boots.

"If I had given us a few more minutes, I might have been able to gain some insight, but ...... moment" He didn't want to linger any longer, and tilted his head up to the top of the cliff, not wanting to pay any more attention to the young man.

"Hand over the map." The young man didn't realize that Ding Jun was tired, and he was still pressing forward step by step.

"No map, nothing." Ding Jun shook his head and replied.

"Don't push me." The young man's right arm was raised slightly, and a short gun slid into his palm, pressing against Ding Jun's heart, "I don't have much patience, and I don't care about a person's life or death." Tell me about the map, and I'll put my gun away.

Ding Jun looked at the young man and repeated, "Don't force me."

The young man wanted to laugh, but only half of the smile was shown, and Ding Jun's knee was accurately pressed against the other party's lower abdomen.

"Go back and recuperate for a month, don't fall ill." He said.

The young man clutched his stomach and bent his waist hard, and he didn't know where the gun had gone. Ding Jun was rarely touched by others, but this young man did it without any suspense, so he was ruthlessly hit.

Ding Jun turned over to the top of the cliff and found that his back had become one with the branches. If he wants to go, he must cut them off.

"What should I do?" He was momentarily dazed.

Originally, under the half-step cliff, the cliff was used as a barrier, but the current situation has become that he has to carry the entire cliff on his back. The contrast between the size of the man and the mountain was so stark that he suddenly felt overwhelmed.

He felt that only a few dozen minutes had passed under the cliff, but at this moment, it was the time when the sun was rising in the east and shining brightly.

"Where do I go from here?" For the first time in his life, he couldn't see the direction of the future, and he had the most serious confusion about the value of life, the trade-offs, and the meaning of life. He remembered the hard years of the Special Forces, the muzzle fire of the guns during the rapid strafing, and the disgusting scenes of the terrorists struggling to die......

"Is that what I'm living for? No, I should live as a complete person, get rid of the shell of food, clothing, housing, transportation, birth, old age, sickness and death, let my thoughts be sublimated, fly to a higher place to re-examine the world, do more meaningful things, and become the savior and ruler of this world......" He felt that his thoughts were undergoing rapid changes, and his horizon had also expanded from the simple Torin Monastery to the whole of Tibet, the mainland, the whole of Asia, and the whole world.

This kind of change made his body and mind suddenly lighten, as if he had completely entered another realm, just as the Buddhist son said, "Yesterday's self is no longer me; Today's self is the enlightenment of the true self".

The eastern sun poured out to him, and the orange-red light instantly enveloped him, penetrated him, and reached his heart, turning him into a part of the light. His whole body was also glowing, and there seemed to be a stream of hot magma gushing out of his internal organs, flowing wantonly and heroically.

"Oh my God, how can this be? Who the hell are you?" The young man had just climbed up from the bottom of the cliff, and when he saw this miraculous scene, he bowed down on his knees and did not dare to get up.

In the distance, Fang Qing rushed over, suddenly stopped ten steps away from Ding Jun, and stared at him intently.

I don't know how long it took, the boiling magma in Ding Jun's chest calmed down, and the light in his body disappeared. Looking back, all the stumbling branches had withered and broken.

"What's going on? You were so shocked and radiant just now, I have never seen a person like you. Fang Qing said with a sigh.

Ding Jun shook his head, because those magical changes in his thoughts were produced between him going down the cliff and going up the cliff, and they didn't know where they started and didn't know where they died.

"Who are you?" Fang Qing only noticed the young man who was prostrate on the ground now.

The young man ignored Fang Qing, but knelt down in front of Ding Jun and looked up at him with great reverence: "Qinglong said that you are an extraordinary person, and now I have finally witnessed your greatness with my own eyes. From now on, I am willing to follow you, lead the horse and pedal, and be your pawn......"

Ding Jun lowered his head and looked at the young man.

In an instant, a brilliant blood flower suddenly burst out on the young man's left temple.

"There is a sniper" Ding Jun's instinctive reaction was as fast as lightning, and he immediately shrank and rolled, pulling Fang Qing to slide behind the mountain rock on the right.

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