In the dark tunnel, his voice sounded again: "That night, I bled from my right arm, dripping it in a large black pottery bowl, and mixed it with cinnabar. The bowl burned on the fire, and the blood in the bowl boiled again and again, blending perfectly with the glue. I removed a bone and stirred them slowly. The cinnabar powder is made by me, slowly added over and over again, only a little at a time, and then stirred and stirred, not daring to have a slight mistake, because once the force is too large, the color of the pigment will be turbid. Since it is a painting of people, the background color of the thangka must be made with human blood, and those glues are also boiled in advance with human skin. You probably know that the glue used for painting in thangka is called leather glue, the glue used for color mixing is called divine glue, and the glue used for pasting is mouth glue. The latter two methods are to put the leather in a crockpot and boil it into a paste, and then use it after natural cooling. It was so nice that night, the moonlight spread like silver on the hill behind Tashilhunpo Monastery. I used a small knife to cut my own blood, to tear up my own bones, and then, with these, to draw the woman I loved her, but she didn't love me, making such a thangka, is my farewell to my former son, but also a curse to my former friend......"

Guan Wen was terrified when he heard this, his limbs stiffened, and he couldn't stop stumbling under his feet.

Zàng is known as the paradise of the southwest and the pure land of Asia, but Guan Wen has always understood that under the beautiful and pure natural scenery, some ethnic crafts that have been passed down for thousands of years have a cruel side that is not human. The skull thangka mentioned by Caidan Dajie has similarities with the xizàng human skin drum that still exists today, one side is extremely beautiful, and the other side is extremely tragic, as if the angels in heaven and Satan in hell are perfectly fitted.

The thangkas outside are glamorous and shocking enough to seduce the soul, but the story told by Caidan Dajie is ruthless and fierce enough, enough to scare people's souls.

"Are you scared?" Caidan Dajie asked.

Gradually, there was more and more fireworks, incense and candles in the tunnel, and the sound of chanting and ringing bells was getting closer and closer.

"I'm afraid, but I'm not afraid. Selfless and fearless. Guan Wen replied.

"You're really good." Caidan Dajie smiled faintly, "For more than a year, many people have mentioned your kindness, I didn't believe it at first, but now I believe it." ”

Guan Wen smiled bitterly: "I don't understand what the master means."

Caidan Dajie replied: "You will understand, but not now. When you come to Tashilhunpo Monastery, it is the arrangement of fate. In the dark, the god of Tibet will tie many people and many things together, making layers of dead buttons. I think you're the one who untied the dead buttons. ”

While moving, Guan Wen vaguely judged that the direction they were moving was exactly the side of the Tantric Academy. Sure enough, after walking for a while, the sound of bells and chanting sounded overhead.

Next, they came to a circular stone chamber, and in addition to the passage from which they came, seven more roads stretched in all directions. The stone chamber is cylindrical, with a diameter of eight meters and a height of about ten meters, like a deep and long wellbore, and all the smoke and sound float in from the wellhead.

Guan Wen looked up, and at the end of the well, there was an upside-down lotus-shaped lamp, the petals of which were warped ninety degrees upward, and each petal was lit with a butter lamp that jumped in flames.

"Don't make a sound, just listen." Caidan Dajie whispered in Guan Wen's ear.

In the midst of chanting, someone suddenly spoke, and it was a thin and high-pitched man's voice: "Have you finished circulating?" With so many eminent monks and so many wise men in Tashilhunpo Monastery, can't they solve the puzzle we brought and put together this thangka in its entirety? In that case, I'd better take it back to Nepal. The monastery was left by your ancestors, but with your present ingenuity, you are not enough to have it. Furthermore, the profound meaning contained in this thangka is beyond your comprehension. It's ridiculous that we have come all the way from India with so much hope and enthusiasm, and yet you can't give us any answers! Although Tashilhunpo Monastery is famous, it is all fame-seeking......"

The chanting stopped, and only the mountain wind blew through the window lattices in the air.

"The history of that thangka is so old that it is broken into thousands of pieces, which is equivalent to a puzzle with a total of thousands of pieces. In the absence of the original picture, it is extremely difficult for anyone to restore the thangka. I have gathered all the monks of Tashilhunpo Monastery who have been practicing for more than five years to come and sit in meditation with us. I believe that the results will be soon. Master Vulture, don't be impatient, don't be impatient. An old, sluggish voice replied faintly to the first man.

Guan Wen was a little familiar with this person's voice, and frowned and thought, "Where have you heard his voice?"

Suddenly, Caidan Dajie stretched out his index finger and wrote a few Chinese characters on Guan Wen's back: "Potala Palace, big man."

Like an initiation, Guan Wen suddenly remembered that that person was a big man from the Potala Palace. During the last Lhasa celebration, this big man appeared in front of the general public, and his prestige and wisdom were first-class.

Guan Wen nodded, and Caidan Dajie wrote again: "India, Uttar Pradesh, Vulture."

As far as Guan Wen knows, the identity of Master Vulture is very complicated, not only a famous Buddhist researcher, writer, and painter in India, but also a famous collector and antique dealer. This talent is outstanding, and he is respected by the Indian people as "a generation of peerless geniuses".

"I'm sorry, we've been sitting here for nearly twenty-four hours, and it's not hard to wait any longer. However, I will first say the ugly thing first, if no one in Tashilhunpo Monastery can put together the thangka, then you must withdraw from the study and competition of the great treasure, let this secret out, and let the virtuous and capable people in the world come to the enlightenment. The high-pitched Vulture Master said again. When his voice rose higher and higher, it was like the highest note from a stringed instrument, piercing Guan Wen's eardrums with a dull pain, and even his temples swelled uncontrollably.

He took a step back, leaned against the stone wall, raised his right hand, and rubbed his left chest vigorously to soothe the pain in his heart.

In the ancient Chinese martial arts secrets, there is the "magic drum sound" kung fu that kills people through the sound of guò. He felt that the voice of the Vulture Master had the function of killing. If you are an elderly person with a hidden heart disease, you will definitely not be able to support it and fall down after hearing this sound.

Caidan Dajie followed, pressed the top of Guan Wen's head with his left palm, and slowly rubbed it counterclockwise. After only a few seconds of rubbing, Guan Wen's heartbeat returned to normal, and the abnormal pain in his eardrums and temples disappeared.

"Pounding", he felt the heartbeat of Caidan Dajie.

"Thangka...... Ancient thangka fragments from the Vulture Master's collection? Spelling Thangka is the secret of the great treasure of Tashilhunpo Monastery? I've been in seclusion for so long, what has happened to the outside world? If someone really has the ability to piece together thangkas, then the secret of the great treasure will be revealed, and more importantly, will the ancient 'demon suppressor' really exist? The world is about to change dramatically, what role do I play at this critical time? Shouldn't I have broken through the ground and become a true Tibetan Buddhist master......"

Guan Wen further felt the thoughts in Caidan Dajie's mind, his body was like an extremely dry sponge, continuously absorbing wisps of thoughts from Caidan Dajie's palm, sometimes he could read words, sometimes he could hear sounds, and sometimes what floated in his mind was directly the fragments of the other party's thoughts such as pictures.

"Sacrifice yourself to feed tigers, cut meat to feed eagles...... So many masters have turned their lives into torches that illuminate the way forward for humanity. In the future, perhaps more people will follow them, recklessly recklessly and reliantly, and sacrifice their lives for Tibetan Buddhism. I don't, I'm going to find the source of the great treasure, that's the most important thing. I have already been 'reborn and reborn' once, and this time I have suddenly realized that I must not repeat the wrong path of the past. I'm going to come back again, I'm going to be myself......"

Guan Wen read some selfish things in Caidan Dajie's mind, he turned his face, and immediately saw a palm-sized black gas appearing in the other party's eyebrows, and the light in his eyes was no longer selfless and fearless.

Gradually, a trace of coolness poured out of Caidan Dajie's palm, which slowly entered Guan Wen's heart through Guan Wen's skull, neck, and chest, and after repeated wandering, it was fixed in the middle of his heart.

He stretched out his hand to caress it, and through his skin and flesh, he could also feel the coolness of the blatant.

"That's ...... What?" He had a sense of foreboding, and his body writhed, trying to break free from Caidan Dajie's grasp.

Caidan Dajie immediately withdrew his hand and quickly retreated, the white heat steaming above his head.

"Shhhhh

"Huh? Did you arrange for the master to hide underground?" The voice of the Eagle Master came.

"No, they're all out there." The big man replied.

Master Vulture sneered: "Lie! I have heard his voice, so call him up. ”

"When you go up, the thangka can't be pieced together with your eyes and fingers, all the hidden treasures are distributed in the minds of different hidden masters, and only the wisdom, fingers, skills, and thoughts between different hidden masters are the only way to restore the thangka. Remember, that person is you, the great painter who can draw people's minds......" Caidan Dajie whispered urgently in Guan Wen's ear.

"But, I ......" Guan Wen didn't know what would happen next, his mind was in turmoil, and the fragments of thought from Caidan Dajie that he had just felt were instantly dispersed and could not be formed.

"Adapt, learn the secrets of the great treasure, take on the task of piecing together the thangka, I'll help you, go-" Caidan Dajie grabbed Guan Wen's arm, and when he waited for the sound of a heavy object moving above his head, he suddenly threw him upward.

Guan Wen's body flew up, rushed out of the ground, and was only a foot away from hitting the lotus chandelier above his head, and then fell diagonally, stumbling a few times, and finally stood firm.

It was a strange hall, the doors and windows were all covered by heavy black flannel, and the sunlight from outside could not penetrate at all. Hundreds of candles and hundreds of butter lamps were lit in the main hall, and the lamps and candles were arranged horizontally to separate the two groups.

He was now standing in the camp of the group on the right, and on this side there were twelve old large futons on the ground, and on each futon sat an old monk. His gaze swept quickly, and he saw the big man from the Potala Palace sitting in the innermost.

"Hey, he said he didn't hide reinforcements, who is he?" In the left camp, a man with a hooked nose and shaved shoulders shouted. Listening to the voice and looking at the appearance, Guan Wen judged that it was the Vulture Master from Uttar Pradesh, India. Behind him, on a row of futons, sat a group of strangers dressed and looked different.

Guan Wen remembered that he had seen them before, but at that time they were all wearing black trench coats and hoods covering their faces, and they couldn't see their true faces clearly.

He searched diligently for the woman he had looked at, and there seemed to be an inexplicable expectation in his heart. However, the futons were staggered, and the people behind were blocked by the people in front, and he couldn't see where the woman was.

The big man coughed lightly: "Master Vulture, don't panic, don't be in a hurry, please ask this young man to explain himself."

Master Vulture waved his arm and sneered loudly: "What does it matter if you explain or not?" The key problem is that you don't delay any longer, even if those people outside try to break their heads, they can't see the meaning contained in the thangka fragments. Don't waste time, it's the right thing to do with the big treasure to us. ”

The big man shook his head, took off the gold-rimmed reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and pointed at Guan Wen with his glasses: "Young man, where are you from?" What's the matter here?"

Guan Wen gritted his teeth and replied in a trembling voice: "I want to explain the matter of Thangka."

As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly became silent.

After an embarrassing silence, Master Vulture sneered loudly, "What do you want to say?" What can you say? Hahahaha-" His laughter was so amazing that the flames of all the candles and butter lamps suddenly spread out half a foot long and swooped towards Guan Wen's side.

The heat wave was scorching, and it instantly baked Guan Wen's face like a knife, and his clothes and hair flew fluttering.

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