The clinic is divided into two rooms, inside and outside, and his bedroom is a relatively small room.

As he was immersed in his thoughts, he had almost forgotten about the girl from last night, and he didn't wake up until there was the sound of a teacup washing outside.

He got dressed and got out of bed, and went outside.

The girl named "Gesang" was brushing the cup, her hair hanging down on her chest, looking humble and pitiful. She is a Tibetan, but her cheekbones do not have the "plateau red" accumulated after repeated sunburns, on the contrary, her skin is quite fair, presumably living in an environment that is not very exposed to direct sunlight all year round.

"Gesang, are you hungry?" Lin Xuan asked.

Gesang raised his head and looked at Lin Xuan's lips to read the lips.

Lin Xuan had to repeat the same words twice, this was really a troublesome thing.

Gesang shook his head and continued to scrub his cup with his head down.

This time, Lin Xuan saw a cyan character tattooed on the right corner of Gesang's forehead, about the size of a little fingernail, close to the hairline, and the handwriting was very clear.

He remembered that the man had said that Gesang had a hidden hidden in his mind, and it was an extremely valuable hidden treasure, and the sooner it was opened, the more gospel it would bring to the world.

So, Lin Xuan walked to the table, opened the phone book and looked for it, and then dialed a number.

What he is looking for is Dorjee Cuom, the guardian of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Jiwu Temple, not far from Xiongba Village, a Tibetan Buddhist monk who has devoted his life to excavating hidden treasures.

The so-called hidden treasures refer to the scriptures that Bon and Tibetan Buddhists hid when their religion was in calamity and later re-excavated, which are divided into book collections, holy relics collections, and knowledge collections. , the holy relics contain finger instruments, relics of eminent monks, etc.; Knowing the treasure means that when a certain scripture or mantra encounters a disaster and cannot be transmitted, it is given by the gods to hide it in the depths of someone's consciousness so as not to be lost. When the conditions for retransmission are met, the person who has been given the Tibetan scriptures can recite them or write them down under some mysterious revelation, a phenomenon known as the "hidden mystery."

"Hidden", the Tibetan word is "Daddy". "Dad", which means "precious" and "worthy of preservation", refers to a very precious thing being buried and eventually unearthed. According to the scriptures, after Guru Padmasambhava came to Tibet to preach the Dharma, he found that the quality of the Tibetans at that time was not enough to receive the Tantric Dharma, and the cause for the wedge was not yet ripe at that time, so before leaving Tibet, he buried many teachings, Buddha statues, and medicines in different fields, some in waterfalls, some in mountains and rocks, some in the void, and some even in the deep meditation of the sages, for future generations of wise people to slowly discover.

Since there is "hidden", then correspondingly, there is also a "digger", and the principle is exactly the same as "there is Bole in the world, and then there is a thousand miles". Without the help of a clever "digger", those who have "hidden" will only be idle in the world, unaware that what they have in their heads is the most precious information in the world.

The phone rang through, and Lin Xuan said into the microphone: "I'm Lin Xuan from Xiongba Village, please tell Master Dorjee Cuom, I'll bring a friend over to visit in an hour."

He has done good deeds all the year round, and has a high reputation in the Ali area, especially in Pulan County, which has "two mountains and two lakes", as long as he reports the name of "Lin Xuan", almost everyone can give him face.

The monk who answered the phone promised to tell the master and welcome Lin Xuan's visit.

Putting down the phone, Lin Xuan let out a long breath, and his mood finally cleared slightly.

Gesang was pitiful, and he hoped he could help her.

In many classic cases of "excavation", some illiterate and disabled hidden treasurers immediately become knowledgeable and physically strong as if they were a different person. Therefore, Lin Xuan was lucky, and prayed that Gesang could also have that kind of luck.

Lin Xuan had a half-used off-road vehicle, which was parked in the courtyard behind the clinic.

He took Gesang out and drove north first, to the Sunshine Hotel in Baga Township, where he had been last night. In fact, he could imagine that the tiger and his party would deliberately cover up their whereabouts and turn the murder into nothing without leaving a trace, so as not to attract the attention of the police station.

Sure enough, the Sunshine Hostel was open as usual, without the slightest sense of horror.

Lin Xuan didn't go inside to take a closer look, if there was something in the hostel, a large number of police would have arrived a long time ago, instead of looking calm.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said to himself: "If you don't see it with your own eyes, who can believe that a man has been beheaded here?"

He didn't call the police, he didn't have any evidence, and the police would not be gullible.

Gesang followed him, not making a sound, as docile as a kitten.

"Let's go, go to the Temple of Extreme Things, there are many things to come one by one." He said with a wry smile.

Built on a hill by the holy lake, the temple has few houses, all of which retain the appearance of the original temple, and its architectural layout is the same as that of the Potala Palace. Standing on the hillside where the temple is located, you can overlook the entire blue holy lake Mapanyongcuo, and all the beautiful scenery is unobstructed, giving people the feeling of being able to compare with the gods. In the writings of many travelers, Jiwu Temple is also called Kiwu Temple, and tourists from other places like to stand outside the temple to watch the sunrise and sunset of the sacred lake of the sacred mountain, and pray sincerely when the light of nature appears and retreats, eager to receive God's instructions.

The temple has a very representative Mani stone pile, and there is a cave where Guru Padmasambhava meditated, and there is a peculiar footprint on the wall.

Although there are many temples surrounding Mapanyongcuo, Jiwu Temple is the most respected one by monks, Tibetans and tourists. Therefore, anyone who arrives at Mapanyongcuo must go to Jiwu Temple.

Lin Xuan parked the car under the mound and walked up the mountain with Gesang.

When they arrived at the temple, a monk led them diligently and led them to the scripture pavilion in the shade of the temple.

The so-called scripture pavilion is nothing more than a separate monk's house, and a long row of bookshelves is set up against the wall to place the scriptures.

Dorjee Tsom is carving scriptures on the skull of a huge yak, this Tibetan Buddhist monk in his 60s is a vegetarian all year round, and for ten days a month he only drinks water and does not eat food, forcing himself to go on a hunger strike to improve the body's self-purification ability, so far his eyes are not dazzled, his ears are not deaf, his spirit is strong, and his temperament is mild.

Lin Xuan paid attention to Gesang, but after she came to the Jiwu Temple, there was nothing unusual about her.

"Hugh Badler (good morning)." Lin Xuan bowed. He respected Dorjee Tsomu very much, because the other party was the most respected and learned monk in the monastery, and he had been admonished by the great living Buddha of Lhasa, and most of his supernatural wisdom had been opened, and he could see the realm that ordinary people could not explore.

Dorjee Cuom raised his head, gently put down the carving knife, and his calm and gentle gaze fell on Lin Xuan's face.

"Master, I've brought a friend." Lin Xuan pointed at Gesang.

Dorje Tsomu nodded, rubbing the gray-white yak skull, silent.

"Her origin is peculiar and does not seem to belong to the Ali region. Some people say that she has zài hidden in her head, please take a look at it, is this really the case?" Lin Xuan continued.

Dorjee Tsomu's gaze slowly moved and looked at Gesang.

Suddenly, a whimpering flute came from the back of the house, not muffled by the howling wind, but intermittently, like a cry.

"What is hiding?" Dorjee Tsom asked. There are a lot of wrinkles on his face, both horizontal and vertical, full of them, and even the swirls on the bridge of his nose that ordinary people don't have, he has as many as five.

Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment, and replied honestly: "Hiding is when the eminent monks and great masters encounter a danger that hinders the inheritance of thoughts, they temporarily introduce a certain thought, morality, and purpose into the minds of irrelevant people, and immediately seal it. Wait until the crisis is over, and then pass on the thoughts back through guò subtle enlightenment. ”

Dorjee Tsomu nodded: "It's good that you know, this kind of thing is magical and ordinary. There are many people who think that they are in hiding, and they always want to open up the wisdom of their previous lives and become a maverick sage in this world. Actually, they are just wrong, hiding is self-manifestation, and the word 'excavation' is not appropriate. It seems to me that even without the help of the digger, those who have hidden treasures can open the seal of life and release the hidden treasures in their minds. ”

Lin Xuan smiled bitterly: "Master, I understand what you mean, but this girl"

He also understood that the man said last night that the girl had something hidden in her head, which was just a one-sided statement, and there was no 100% possibility.

"I can't see it." Dorje Tsomu shook his head.

Lin Xuan was deflated, because Dorje Cuomu's meaning was very clear, and Gesang had nothing hidden in his mind at all.

"Lin Xuan, you come today, I knock on a very interesting person to introduce you. To put it simply, he is a very good storyteller, and in the past month he has been in the Temple of Extreme Things, he has talked to me every night about some very strange experiences, and the development of events is unbelievable, completely beyond my expectations. If he hadn't explained in advance that it had happened, I would almost have thought he was making it up...... I need a partner to listen to him to discern the truth of those things. Dorjee Tsom said.

The master was invited, but Lin Xuan couldn't refuse, so he had to nod.

"Come with me, let that girl stay here, there are books on the shelf, she can flip through them at will." Dorje Tsom walked out.

Lin Xuan gestured twice to Gesang, asking her to stay and not to wander around.

Gesang quickly understood, and nodded vigorously.

Lin Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, extremely disappointed with the trip to the Extreme Thing Temple.

He followed Dorjee Tsom out of the door, through the path between the monks' houses, to the southeast side of the hill.

There is a small sightseeing platform with a view of Mount Kailash to the south and Mount Kailash to the south.

At this moment, there was a broad-shouldered man wrapped in a thick black Tibetan robe, with his back to them, leaning against the log railing on the platform.

Lin Xuan felt that the back was extremely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Mr. Luo Yuan, excuse me." Dorjee Tsom opened his mouth to greet him.

The man turned around, crossed his arms, hooked his fingers on a white tassel on a pitch-black hole, and stood proudly with his legs crossed, and his momentum was extremely powerful.

Hearing that name, Lin Xuan remembered, this person is a veteran member of the World Mountaineering Association, Singaporean, and the first Singaporean to be on the global "Seven Plus Two" extreme adventure list. The so-called "seven plus two" refers to the highest peaks of the world's seven continents and the north and south poles of the earth, these nine locations are sacred places in the hearts of global adventure enthusiasts, and are the limits of the human body's ability to withstand harsh environments.

According to the journal of the World Mountaineering Association, Luo Yuan was promoted to vice president of logistics of Singapore Airlines at the age of 30, and suddenly resigned at the age of 40 to join the ranks of extreme mountaineering.

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