"Excuse me, I'll go out for a while." Lin Xuan got up.

He went outside, turned two corners, reached a dark place where the light couldn't shine, reached into his pocket, and fumbled with a series of numbers on the keyboard of his phone. When the call was connected, he did not take out his mobile phone to talk, but continued to press the keyboard and send a "voice" in the form of a numeric code. After that, he ended the call and stood quietly in the dark.

Like Donna and Luo Yuan, he also turned to an intelligence organization to find information about "Master Choba".

With so many intricate clues, you have to rely on a powerful analytical system to make sense of it. Smart people must know where to find answers, and use computers instead of human brains to handle searches.

The night was so quiet that he heard the sound of waves coming from the two great lakes of Mapanyongcuo and Laangcuo. Previously, he had talked to some backpackers who came to the Ali area, and the silent night can purify the soul of travelers, and the sound of waves is the best music to cleanse their souls.

"Music?" Lin Xuan smiled bitterly at the endless dark night, those college students who had not suffered or experienced the hardships of life regarded the process of "entering Tibet" as a kind of talking point, coming, spending money, taking pictures, and leaving like a gust of wind, and after that, it was over, leaving no trace.

In this world, there must be a kind of person who must take on the heavy responsibility that others cannot complete, and must stealthily forbearance, eliminate the crisis, and maintain this beautiful holy plateau. The hero is nameless, so he can only pay silently, and then retire after success, looking down on fame.

There was no doubt that Lin Xuan was one of these people.

Soon, the phone in his pocket vibrated seven times in a row, which was also a kind of password, which means "no such person has been found".

"A man who has never appeared in history? Then why did he appear in the Führer's secret letters?" Lin Xuan silently asked himself in the bottom of his heart, "What is Luo Yuan looking for?" Did he really fall in love with the Führer because of the mysterious images on the plane?"

Lin Xuan knew that only innocent and innocent people believed the superficial information they saw with their eyes and heard with their ears, and accepted it all without analysis. Such a person, like an ant at the feet of a giant, deserves to live in the fairy tale world of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs all his life.

As he walked back slowly, he saw an ancient parchment lantern lit up in the darkness. The lantern was tall, and the pole that carried the lantern was three meters long, so the lantern was like a ghost lantern floating in the air, swaying and flickering.

Under the lantern, there was the sound of footsteps stomping.

Lin Xuan didn't see the person who picked up the lamp clearly, and after listening to it for a few seconds, he judged that it was two people in parallel, one of whom was Dorjee Cuom.

He didn't catch up, but stood on the side of the road and waited.

"A very thin, very old man...... Breathing is slow, about 20 beats per minute...... His footsteps were so soft that the soles of his shoes seemed to be stepping on cotton wool when he landed...... He groped for the beads as he walked...... There seemed to be a problem with his eyes, he walked crookedly, and he didn't walk in a straight line under his feet...... "Lin Xuan used his ears to discern what the person who came looked like, and that was also a special ability that he had cultivated before entering Tibet.

The lantern approached, and Lin Xuan gradually saw the outline of Dorjee Cuom's body clearly.

Holding a wooden pole in his left hand, he carried the unique lantern, while his right hand reached under the left armpit of an old Tibetan monk and supported the man to move slowly. The man was only half the height of Dorjee Tsomu, like a half-grown child. He walked in a very strange way, his legs were stiff, and he had to rely on the strong support of Dorje Tsom to move forward with a twist and a limp.

Lin Xuan looked up, and on the outside of the drum-shaped lantern was written a line of Tibetan, which in Chinese means "to illuminate the darkness under a qiē light."

That's a philosophical saying, and there is also a saying in Chinese that "it's dark under the lamp".

The original meaning of "black under the lamp" refers to the dark area under the lamp, and the lamps and lanterns of ancient people mostly used bowls, plates, lamps and other utensils, injected with animal and vegetable oil, and ignited the wick for lighting. When illuminating, it is blocked by the lamp itself, creating a dark area under the lamp. This area is closest to the light source, but is darkest due to the strong contrast between light and dark.

Lin Xuan read that sentence in Tibetan seven or eight times, and suddenly had a vague epiphany in his heart: "Since everyone can't find Master 'Choba', then he must be in a special place." If he just searched in the ordinary way, even if the electronic files of the intelligence systems of various countries around the world were destroyed, he would not appear. We're in Tibet, so why don't we start with our side and ask for help from a network thousands of miles away?"

The lantern stopped, and Dorje Tsomu and the strange man stood five steps away in front of Lin Xuan.

"Master." Lin Xuan shouted.

This is his honorific title for Dorje Cuom on weekdays, but this time, Dorje Cuom's face turned red and he shook his head ashamedly: "Lin Xuan, don't call me that." In front of Master Jiayu, I am just an ignorant mengtong, a mustard seed at the foot of Mount Meru. ”

He bent his knees, almost crouching, in front of the strange man, and said a few words in Tibetan.

The strange man shook his head, and with a shake of his left hand, the lantern on the wooden pole swayed, and the oil lamp inside went out.

The bright light disappeared, Lin Xuan's eyes were dark, he couldn't see anything, he simply closed his eyes, and only used his ears to sense the two people opposite.

"Choba......" he heard a strange voice say a few words.

The reason why I thought that voice was strange was because it was a young child of three or four years old who was talking, and in front of Lin Xuan's eyes, there was only one Dorje Tsom who was about sixty years old and another Master Jiahu who was much older than Dorje Tsomu, and there was absolutely no fourth person present.

"Go there...... the child's voice sounded again, and then a series of words were mixed with more than 20 words that had no boundaries at all, such as Tibetan, ancient Tibetan, Nepali, English, German, Chinese, Russian, and even Uyghur. The toddler tells the same story in multiple languages continuously, with changes in between, natural and fluent, just like an embroiderer using more than 20 colors of silk thread to make a picture screen, organically and perfectly combined, without any disobedience.

Lin Xuan knew many language masters, but there was absolutely no one who could speak in more than twenty languages at the same time.

He reluctantly translated the meaning of that passage, which was almost like this: "Go there, the crisis is emerging, and the power of reincarnation is unstoppable...... Go there, burn the eyebrows like strange changes in the ground...... The fork of water, welcoming death and devouring life...... The bottomless abyss opens its mouth...... Some people come back from the dead, some people live to die, some people don't die and don't live, some die first and then live, some people live and die ......"

The philosophical wisdom in the Tibetan language is inherently vast, and there are many key points that can only be understood and cannot be conveyed. Lin Xuan felt that there was infinite despair in that voice, like a cry for help from the throat of a dying person, although he had tried his best, the people around him could not hear it.

Before this, Lin Xuan had also encountered countless predicaments and dangers, and he had never really felt afraid from the inside, but this time, he felt a chill in his vest, and a layer of superficial goosebumps floated on his skin due to a slight tremble.

"Master, I don't understand." Dorje Tsomu's voice sounded very helpless, like the mournful cry of a cold trumpet bird.

"Change...... Very many variations, subtle ...... Like lice on a yak, complex, dynamic, and never stops...... We can't solve the problem by standing here, we have to go there...... Go there......" said the voice.

"Where?" Dorjee Tsom asked.

Under normal circumstances, it is understandable for him to ask such a question, but in this very advanced Zen machine answer, it is obviously a nonsense.

Sure enough, the voice replied, "Kanepba...... Kabataka ...... Kanepeba, Kabataka ......"

The meaning of those two sentences is "from whence to whence", and the same example appears in the scriptures of Chinese Buddhism.

Buddhism pays attention to Zen and epiphany, and some dialogues are illusory and ethereal "empty words". In this state of seeing from afar, seeing from close, thinking about nothing, and thinking carefully, the foolish have nothing to gain, and the wise know the heavens.

The answer to a qiē question is contained in itself. A seemingly clueless problem, as long as you grasp its essence, you can find a solution. This was Lin Xuan's epiphany.

For example, now, he thought that Luo Yuan and Tang Na were puzzled by the secret letter from the Führer, so it was better to put aside their chaotic thinking and concentrate on solving the matter of the ghost lake submarine. For now, they should take one step at a time, one step at a time, instead of waiting where they are, sleepless all night, trying to dig a tunnel out of a cliff where there is no way out.

Dorjee Tsom and Master Gyala walked forward again, the road was very dark, they seemed to be two blind men groping their way forward, and the figure of the staggering Shanshan gradually merged with the night.

Lin Xuan suddenly found that he was covered in cold sweat, and he was blown by the night wind, and he was cold and uncomfortable.

He wiped his face and went back to Luo Yuan's residence.

After turning a corner, he saw the light coming out of Luo Yuan's house.

The light poured out of the half-open door, which was only a meter wide at first, but gradually expanded and diffused, splitting a narrow trapezoidal light block in the night.

Dorje Tsom and Guru Gyalhu stood in the light building, the hem of the robes swaying from side to side in the night breeze, changing shape from time to time, like two cumulonimbus clouds, holding their bodies.

The doors were all opened, and Luo Yuan and Don Na walked out side by side. Their bodies blocked the light source, changing the shape of the light building outside.

"Master Jiahu!" Luo Yuan shouted happily.

It seems that they are very familiar with each other.

The two men were standing, and they did not mean to go into the house.

"Master, please come in and have a cup of tea." Luo Yuan walked forward.

"What is your name?" The voice asked.

When Tang Na saw an old Tibetan monk who spoke like a child, her face immediately showed surprise.

Luo Yuan frowned: "Master Jiawei, am I Luo Yuan?" We've seen each other many times before, and I've visited your stone house, have you forgotten?"

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