"Ding Jun, Siqin is empty." Enough laughter, Fang Qing regained her true colors and said worriedly.

Ding Jun is keenly aware of what the word "empty" represents. In other words, the sqin is utilized, and once its use value is zero, it is immediately discarded, like a bag of household garbage thrown on the side of the road. That kind of ending is extremely tragic, and the rest of your life is worse than death.

He stopped and sighed softly: "I understand, the battle of Torin Temple is over. In this battle, no one reaped any benefits, but instead lost their troops and lost their vitality. ”

"No, there is a winner, and it is the snow night that puts you on the side." Fang Qing nodded unceremoniously.

Ding Jun smiled bitterly, he had to admit that Fang Qing's words were really sharp.

He tried to argue: "Fang Qing, I came to Torin Temple to deliver the ashes altar to my family. Now, this task has been completed, and many disputes in the rivers and lakes are just the wind rising at the end of Qingping, not my original intention. For Torin Temple, I am a passerby, not a returnee. ”

Fang Qing sighed: "You didn't tell the truth, there are only the two of us here, do you need to hide anything?" You just kept looking at the Sixteen Vajra Dancing Girls, your eyes were in a trance, did you think of something?"

Indeed, Ding Jun stood at this crossroads, and vaguely felt in his mind that where to go next was a very important choice. Since Si Qin is "empty", what's the point of going to see her or not? Time is precious, and he prefers to devote his limited time to the most important research.

He nodded, "yes, I'd like to go over there."

Fang Qing turned around freely, changed direction, and pointed to the Sixteen King Kong Dancing Girls: "Let's go, go over there."

The afterglow of the setting sun, shining on the mutilated murals, not only has to resist the invasion of time, but also has to fight against man-made destruction, tenaciously maintaining their original appearance. Seeing them, Ding Jun thought of the tragic scene of the wanton destruction of civilization and art in the rolling torrent of historical changes.

Fang Qing slowly introduced: "I have checked the information, judging from the mural style of the Torin Temple, the court paintings, dances, and ritual culture during the Tubo Dynasty were also inherited by the Guge Dynasty. During the Songtsen Gampo period in Tibet, there was a famous mural of sixteen women dancing, which was described in the Tibetan history "Records of the Reign of Tibetan Kings" - "Dressed up and holding flowers, sixteen beautiful and lovely girls, singing and dancing to intoxicate people." In Tibetan, this dance is called 'Humma', which means 'women's song and dance'. The sixteen Vajra dancers in front of us are likely to be the inheritance and continuation of the sixteen dances of the Tibetan period......"

Ding Jun listened silently, his eyes swept over the murals one by one. In his subconscious, there is some kind of secret hidden in the mural, which must be carefully found bit by bit. However, when he saw the woman in the mural, he couldn't help but think of the snowy night that did not eat the fireworks of the world.

"You're distracted again?" Fang Qing asked.

Ding Jun shook his head: "I'm wondering, what do the people who left these murals want to express a long time ago?" The Guge Dynasty created history and retreated from history, leaving behind so many unsolved mysteries. Where does the snow night come from? And where did the murderous symbols used by her tribe originate? What secrets are hidden...... Fang Qing, standing here, I feel that I don't know anything about the Torin Temple, the Guge Dynasty, and the characters in the rivers and lakes gathered in all directions. The mysterious Tibetan land is as bright as a galaxy, but I can't grab one of the thousands of stars, I can't get through it, and I can't find a breakthrough to enter the house. This kind of deep frustration is something I have never felt in my previous life. ”

He sat down on the stone steps, looked at the mural, and fell into deep remorse.

Even in such a dilapidated condition, the movements of those women who raised their hands above the top or put their palms together on their chests still showed full enchanting beauty, full of indescribable temptations that could only be understood. In the middle of Ding Jun's field of vision, a delicate dancer fully showed off her thin waist and plump breasts, dragging a long skirt under her feet, dancing barefoot......

Gradually, Ding Jun felt like a drowning person, his body was sinking, his spirit was desperate, and his combat effectiveness was being disintegrated layer by layer. He was a predator with strict military training, and he only knew how to move forward until he reached his goal, and he never gave up until he achieved his goal, and he never had the negative feelings of war weariness and fear. This time, perhaps it was a series of setbacks that made him lose motivation.

"Ding Jun, you're right, everyone who comes to Tibet will feel the same way. Every qiē on this plateau seems to be the opposite interpretation of 'man conquers heaven'. The more outsiders want to conquer this plateau, the more they feel powerless. On the contrary, the local Tibetans revere heaven and earth, and reverence for mountains and rivers, but they live a stable and peaceful life. After spending so much time at Torin Monastery, my character has sharpened and I have learned to look at Tibet with awe. Think about it, Tibetans from all directions march towards the incomparably noble temples and gods and Buddhas in their hearts, trekking through mountains and rivers, and traveling thousands of miles, just to take a look, worship once, dial a prayer wheel, and then return satisfied. They ask very little from heaven and are happy and carefree...... When you come to Tibet, you have to learn the way of thinking of the Tibetans, don't you?" Fang Qing said.

The two sat facing each other, and there seemed to be some kind of separation between them, and their thoughts never touched each other.

"As I said earlier, I came to Tibet to deliver the urn. What about you? Why did you come all the way here? And settle for the dull monotony of temple life?" Ding Jun asked rhetorically.

"What do you think?" Fang Qing also asked rhetorically.

"Man dies for wealth, and birds die for food. Every folk proverb handed down by the Chinese nation for 5,000 years has its own truth, doesn't it?" Ding Jun said leisurely.

Fang Qing smiled: "Maybe, it's just that I seem to remember the "Historical Records?" There is such a sentence in "Chen Shijia" -- 'The Swallow Bird Knows the Ambition of the Bird'? Some people always like to spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, isn't it ridiculous?"

Such an answer is undoubtedly laughing at Ding Jun for seeing her wrong.

As the twilight deepens, the mural fades away, leaving only a vague outline.

Ding Jun understands that leaving the Torin Temple at this moment may be the best time to jump out of the battle group and clean himself. It's just that so many mysteries have been made in his mind, and once he gets out of Tibet, he will never find the answer. The most important thing is that Xuewan has left a deep imprint on his heart, which is not clean and lingers.

"How about staying and going together?" Fang Qing asked with a smile.

Ding Jun asked lightly: "Where to go?" Where is the end?"

Fang Qing replied with a smile: "You know the answer, the mystery of the Guge Dynasty, the whereabouts of the Guge tribe, and the forces behind Xuewan...... There are so many secrets waiting to be discovered. My brother often said that people must do something interesting in life, otherwise, wouldn't life be boring? Ding Jun, Xuewan put you together, you always have to be spared, don't you? Rest assured, a gentleman loves money and takes it in the right way, I promise you, we will cooperate and there will never be a disagreement on monetary interests. ”

She raised her right palm and smiled softly: "A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase." High five, huh?"

Suddenly, Ding Jun found that a shadow like light smoke flew up behind Fang Qing, swept out to the left when his eyes flickered, and disappeared silently into the gray twilight.

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