Soon, Basan's face appeared outside the narrow window at the top of the iron door.

He first glanced at the mess in the room, and then looked at Guan Wen: "What's the matter?"

"I want to go to Mount Nisser, everything you want, it's there." Guan Wen replied gently. He was kidnapped and imprisoned by Bassan, but he did not hate the other party for it. He has been immersed in painting for a long time, and he has sharpened his temper to be modest and forbearing, and he looks down on the unfair treatment from the outside world.

"Are you sure you can help me find what I'm looking for?" Basang looked at Baoling suspiciously, and then moved his gaze back to Guan Wen's face.

"I'm not sure, but I know the allusion to 'carving a boat for a sword', you know?" Guan Wen asked with a smile.

Basang was stunned, touched the tip of his nose, and was silent.

"Good and bad, good and evil, treasure and eternal life...... The qiē story surrounding the Xizàng town magic map takes place on Mount Nisseri, where the river crossers lost their swords. If you're looking for that sword, you'll have to start in the Lost Place, not shut us up here. Basang, you have been blinded by too much expectation, wake up, and be your original you. Guan Wen calmly explained.

The allusion to carving a boat to seek a sword comes from "Lü's Chunqiu? Cha Jin", the original text is as follows: The Chu people have people who wade into the river, and their swords fall into the water from the boat. He said, "It is where my sword falls." The boat stops, and the one to whom it is contracted enters the water to seek it. The boat has been done, but the sword is not, if the sword is like this, isn't it also confusing?

It's not far from the Nisseri Mountains, so instead of dreaming about it underground, it's better to immerse yourself in the scene and explore further. Guan Wen's concern at the moment has gone beyond personal life and death, the suppression of demons and the elimination of demons are major events for all mankind, and the burden of spanning thousands of years of time and space is on his shoulders.

"Basan, don't hesitate any longer." He said.

"Master Vulture, Master Vulture?" Basang called twice, but the latter stood in front of the silver bucket without making a sound or turning around.

"Actually, Master Celestial Vulture, the wise men of the Five Kingdoms and the Twelve Monasteries, including the seniors in the Tashilhunpo Monastery, have searched up and down Mount Niseri, but in the end, they have found nothing. Oh yes, and the only thing they found in the secluded canyon behind Mount Niseri was an ancient mural hidden behind a vine kudzu. Guan Wen, I have to tell you that going to Niseri Mountain is your last stop, and if there is no result, you will face the worst outcome, understand?" The smile on Basang's face was stiff and stiff.

"You kill me? Ruined so many years of cultivation for this?" Guan Wen asked.

Basang shook his head: "I won't kill you, but Tang Guang and Jin Chanzi will definitely kill you." They have done a lot to find the great treasure, and if it is empty, they will definitely kill people to vent their anger in anger. ”

"Take us to Mount Nisser, we have to go there to solve this problem, there is no second way." Guan Wen said extremely sincerely.

"Hey, don't expect someone to come to rescue you when you leave the cellar, if you don't tell the secret, you won't be able to go anywhere, hey, hey, hey......" Tang Guang came out of the shadows, Yin Yang smiled weirdly, and knocked on the iron door with the hammer in his hand, "You can use this kind of words to deceive Basang, don't forget, there is still me here!" ”

"Tang Guang, I'm communicating with Guan Wen, you step back first, don't bother." Bassan shouted.

He and Tang Guang are completely different people on two paths, the latter is a pure killer of rivers and lakes, who regards killing people as a profession and finds great pleasure in it. He is a practitioner who has devoted himself to Tashilhunpo Monastery since he was a child, and has the wisdom root of pure spirituality, which is indispensable for Tibetan Buddhist practitioners.

"What communicates or not, listen to me, walk down the torture instrument again, keep them open one by one, what to say. Basang, I can't chant and meditate, you can't torture to extract confessions, a little self-knowledge, okay?" Tang Guang immediately retorted and did not obey Basang's order at all.

"Torture? It's ridiculous that what we want is not a confession at all, but a concrete solution. Is it useful for you to take three mouthfuls and feed the golden cicada? Can you find the great treasure with a confession? Tang Guang, you are Han Chinese, and you don't understand the profound connotation of Tibetan Buddhism. In the boundless, ancient and modern, infinite sea of Buddhism, people's life and death, honor and disgrace are like a speck of dust, and what you can do with the torture instrument is only a speck of dust. Basang said.

Tang Guang was speechless for a while and did not answer.

"Tang Guang, no matter what you have done elsewhere in the past, but this is Tibet, a pure land of the snowy plateau that is unique in the whole world, and any disrespectful and careless words will lead to death. Think about it, don't fight and kill at every turn, if you offend the power of heaven and be punished by heaven, then you will die without a place to be buried. Basang said again.

Tang Guang's voice suddenly raised: "We people in the Tang Sect in Shu have never been afraid of heaven's curse, and the only goal of our life is to make others live badly and can't survive!" Don't say it, if you have the ability, let them spit out the secret, and if you don't have the ability, replace me, and clean them up one by one. I don't believe that people who have been hit by the Nine Devil Silkworm Gu and Earth Fire Streamer can still fight me?"

He is quite conceited about his subordinate Gu technique, and this is also the case, when people on the rivers and lakes mention the Tang Sect in Shuzhong, they will definitely think of the secret weapons, poisons, and Gu techniques they are best at. From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many heroes and heroes who have stood alone in the world have died under the magic of the Tang Sect and buried their bones in the barren mountains and mountains.

"Huh? What does it smell like? Where is the fire?" Bassan sniffled.

The smell of burnt paper came very quickly, and Guan Wen turned around and saw a puff of green smoke coming out of the silver bucket in front of Master Vulture.

"Master, the shards are on fire!" Guan Wen shouted.

Master Vulture raised his arms, and the other two barrels smoked together. Then, he turned around and looked at Ding Guan Wen with a smile. In the firelight, the eerie gray of his face was slowly fading.

"Hey, old fellow, what are you doing? Looking for death?" Tang Guang vigorously banged on the iron door outside.

"Master, if you have something to say, don't do anything wrong!" Basang is also called.

Only half a minute later, the fire snake in the silver bucket was scurrying, and the remaining fragments inside had been burned, and there was no hope of putting together the thangka.

"This burden will be handed over to you in the future." Master Vulture clasped his hands in front of his chest, his thumbs and fingertips facing each other, and the other eight fingers formed a strange circular handprint, "I have to deal with the Gu worms in my body, this is the only feasible solution." Life ends here, and death deserves it. Tang Guang's Gu worm just gave me the tremendous power to break through the barrier of thinking, helping me accelerate the burning of life and seek positive results. It's a pity that I don't have the power to save you. ”

The door opened, and Basang and Tang Guang squeezed in side by side. In fact, as long as some of the fragments are burned, the remaining ones are useless. It doesn't make much sense that they come in or not.

Guan Wen bowed deeply to Master Vulture: "I will do my best."

Master Vulture's handprints suddenly spread out, his fingertips rubbing against each other, and dense sparks flew from his fingers. When the spark landed, it immediately ignited the debris, and the fire broke out all over the place, surrounding him in Zhongyāng.

Basang couldn't move forward, and he also saw the Dying Heart of Master Vulture. So, without saying a word more, he clasped his palms together in front of his chest, his lips twitched, and silently recited the mantra of the afterlife.

He had an epiphany, this is the inevitable destination of a great monk and a great cultivator, and all the doubts and confusion and dust are scattered in an instant—this is the happiest moment, leaving behind the fetters of qiē and flying to the paradise of reincarnation. Between dreams and dreams, what I hope for most is this kind of epiphany without regrets, but looking for it, there is no result......" Baoling stood beside Guan Wen, looking at the master of the vulture smiling peacefully in the flames from afar, thinking of his past, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"Cheap old fellow, I didn't have time to fix him properly, so I ...... Basang, it's all you, procrastinating and hesitating, now it's an old guy, see how you explain to the golden cicada! Tang Guang licked his lips and muttered regretfully.

"Guan Wen—" Master Vulture cried out in the firelight, "did you see that?" Did you see that?"

In fact, there was no need for Master Vulture to remind him, Guan Wen was already keenly aware that those flying fragments and ashes were forming a kind of counterclockwise vortex. As the fire flickered, the shadows of the fragments cast on the four walls of the cellar, hazy and rapidly changing. Sometimes, the shadows on the walls are like galloping horses or shooting stars, like butterflies or alien birds, like swords and battlefields; Sometimes, the shadow is like a sitting practitioner, like a majestic temple, like the ubiquitous wind horse flag in Tibet.

Master Vulture stepped forward suddenly, stepping into the center of the vortex.

The ashes flew around him, gathering more and more, gradually enveloping him, turning him into a gray giant.

"It was at this time that I stood at the intersection of reincarnation and saw ...... See those things. You're right, history has to be changed, there has to be a leader who takes everyone's mistakes on his shoulders and then ...... Show everyone another way, and lead by example. That's you...... That's you......" Master Vulture roared hoarsely.

Guan Wen never thought of rushing up to save the Heavenly Vulture Master, because he understood that cultivators had a very light view of their own lives, and what they were looking for was their own Jing God Realm. Martyrdom for this state is the ultimate manifestation of their fearlessness.

"In that place, there's someone waiting for you, you have to hurry up and get there—I'm ...... Waiting for you, I'm ...... I'm waiting for you......" Master Heaven's voice suddenly changed, and the voice of the middle-aged man became like that of a centenarian, old and sluggish, weak and weak.

"Look at his face!" Baoling was stunned and shouted.

Master Vulture's rough-skinned, muscular face slackened in an instant, and the sparkle in his eyes vanished, replaced by wrinkles and despair. Next, the Vulture Master's body shook, staggered, and sat down, half of his body in the fire.

At this moment, he is no longer the Heavenly Vulture Master who commanded the wise men of the Five Kingdoms and Twelve Monasteries to advance into Tashilhunpo Monastery, but a half-dead body who is dying and aging.

"Master, who is waiting for me? Where are you waiting for me?" Guan Wen asked two sentences.

Master Vulture raised his head with difficulty, his godless eyes looking forward, and his gaze did not fall on Guan Wen.

"Waiting for you...... Waiting for you to ......" The flames ignited Master Eagle's clothes, beard, and hair, and the smell of burnt became stronger and stronger, but he did not struggle in the slightest, as if he had turned into a painless, unconscious clay sculpture of wood.

"On the top of the vast snowy region, only those who are dedicated to the Buddha can stick to the truth, have no selfish thoughts, no distractions, no fears, and no darkness. I've been here for a few lifetimes...... Behold the lamp, it is about to go out...... Practitioners are never afraid of death, but they are afraid that they will not be able to complete the Dharma inheritance, so that the light will permanently sink into the netherworld...... The snowy plateau is the only pure land under the nine heavens, above the nine secluded areas, within the three realms, and among the five elements. I once swore an oath of reincarnation that in my lifetime, as long as I have a breath left, I will never dare to give up the great cause of destroying demons. Now, I'm at my limit...... When it came to ......" it was not the voice of the Vulture Master, but another unseen person, who was speaking through his body and tongue.

On the opposite wall, a shadow suddenly appeared sitting cross-legged. The shadow was as thin as a cardboard dummy.

"Are you talking? Who are you? You are...... Who are the seniors? What do you call it?" Basan had been listening with his ears pricked up, and when the shadow appeared, he took a step forward, his knees limped, and he knelt down.

"The stars are changing, and the world is unpredictable. Maybe I'm gone when you come. This is the most regrettable thing, but no one can do anything about it...... Light and ambiguity are alternate, one disappears and the other grows, and there is no end to it. The mission of the practitioner is to eliminate all the darkness in the snowy region, the sky will always be clear, the water will always be clear, and the human heart will always be good...... This is the final goodbye......" The voice still rings.

Basang stretched out his arms and bowed to the ground, ignoring the fact that his face was already buried in the ashes.

Guan Wenshen involuntarily stepped forward, approaching the edge of the sea of fire. The shadow can't be kept, he has a hunch, once the Vulture Master dies, the shadow must be gone.

"Thank you for your inspiration and instructions, but how can I get to you?" Guan Wen asked.

The territory of Nisseri Mountain is vast, and if you don't have effective tips, you will find a needle in a haystack to find the entrance to a great treasure, and I am afraid that there will be no results for three to five years.

Unfortunately, the shadow is only a presenter, unable to talk, let alone give him answers.

"A qiē and today's fruits, all gathered by him ......" After saying the last sentence, the Vulture Master hung his head and went forever. As Guan Wen expected, the shadow on the wall also disappeared with the green smoke.

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