How is it possible for an insect that has been weathered to move? Guan Wenping sucked in and took a closer look at it.

There was no wind in the tree hole, and it could be ruled out that the wind was pushing the position of the mantis and the feather insect to change, and when the feather insect slowly wriggled down diagonally again, Guan Wen made a hurried gesture to Caidan Dajie and asked him to come and see.

"What's wrong?" Caidan Dajie returned. By that time, the praying mantis had slipped more than an inch, leaving behind a distinctly white narrow glen in its original habitat. There are even three of its broken claws left in the circle.

"The killing has finally begun!" Caidan Dajie frowned tightly and stretched out his hand to pinch the mantis. It's just that when his fingertips were about to touch the back of the praying mantis, he stopped abruptly.

"I don't know what to do...... How to choose? Master, please enlighten me in the dark, how to choose ......" Caidan Dajie muttered to himself, his thumb and index finger constantly rubbing, showing that his heart was making a painful choice.

The praying mantis's descent speed is much faster than the feather worm's dodge speed, the feather worm only moves three steps, and the mantis's big knife has reached the target, and it only needs to fall, it can kill the feather insect.

Guan Wen's mind was also full of shock, confusion, and doubts, and he pinched his wrist several times, thinking that he was in a blurry and strange dream. He can't make decisions for Caidan Dajie, and he can't make decisions for Feather Worm. Just as Caidan Dajie can crush the praying mantis to save the feather insect, he can also pick up the feather insect, avoid the misfortune of a slash, and put the already empty insect body on the other side of the tree hole. However, in this silent hunting process, it is the invisible power of nature that dominates behind it. Just ask, in the whole world, between ancient and modern, who can fight against the palm of nature's djinn? Will their resolution of the crisis at this time and place cause a more terrible butterfly effect, making the matter of "eliminating demons" even more tricky?

"A decision must be made!" Caidan Dajie gritted his teeth and screamed hoarsely, and then his fingers fell. It's just that he didn't crush the praying mantis, but he shook all over his body and let out a hoarse roar again.

In the dawn light beyond the tree hole, a stout young man stood steadily, holding a sharp three-edged knife in his hand, half of which was a foot-long blade stained red with blood.

He was Chizan, who had followed the old knife, and the blood on the knife came from Caidan Dajie's body. At this moment, he gently raised the knife and placed it under the tip of his nose, sniffing greedily and pleasantly, like a bloodthirsty demonic beast.

There are already three more blood holes under Caidan Dajie's right ribs, and the blood is like a three-eyed spring, bubbling out.

"It was the most delicious breakfast." Chizan stared at Caidan Dajie with a cunning eyes like a jackal and a cold look like a night owl, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Bai Sensen's canine teeth appeared, "The blood of a wise man is indeed more delicious than the blood of ordinary people." ”

Chizan's sudden appearance disrupted Guan Wen and Caidan Dajie's attention, and in a moment of distraction, the mantis's big knife slashed the feather worm, splitting the small body in two and bursting out to both sides. The two sides had been weathered for too long, and the insect shells had turned into gray powder at the same time as they flew, and they were sprinkled with flying down, and the mantis's big knife also broke in response, and its whole body shattered and fell to the ground.

"Master......" Caidan Dajie couldn't care about his injuries, and suddenly fell to his knees.

"It's time to finish!" Chizan stepped into the tree hole, and the three-edged knife flashed, stabbing Guan Wen in the chest.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. Chizan broke in, and a man flew after him. Chizan took out the knife, and the man held a very thin steel wire rope with both hands, wrapped around it, wrapped around Chizan's right wrist holding the knife, and then twisted it, and the sharp blade of the three-edged knife stabbed back to Chizan's throat.

"Don't move, you'll die." The man said.

Guan Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and in the midst of the fight, he saw Gu Qingcheng's face to the extreme again.

Chizan struggled for a moment, and the blade immediately pierced half an inch under the skin, and blood splattered.

"Sue me, where is your behind-the-scenes boss Jin Chanzi?" Gu Qingcheng asked hurriedly.

Chizan gritted his teeth, stared at Gu Qingcheng with a pair of strange eyes that were more white and less black, and sneered fiercely: "I don't know, I don't know anything, kill me!"

Gu Qingcheng also sneered: "Kill you? It's like crushing a bed bug. I don't have much patience, so you'd better say it quickly, don't test my patience. ”

Chizan laughed: "When everyone comes to Tibet, they think that they can find treasures, find the inheritance tokens of the Dharma, and find their dreams. Greed blinds them, and they are no wonder for their own death. I don't have much to say, anyway, the golden cicada will avenge me......"

"Don't kill him, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, let him go." Caidan Dajie whispered.

Guan Wen also made a "let go" gesture to Gu Tingcheng, after all, Chizan was just following the orders of the golden cicada, and he couldn't find the culprit, and it was useless to kill a hundred more Chizan.

Gu Tingcheng thought about it, let go decisively, and let go of the steel wire.

The mad beast xing in Chizan's eyes gradually disappeared, and he carried the three-edged knife and exited the tree hole.

The morning sun rises, and the glow shines brightly, illuminating the inside and outside of the tree hole with brilliance.

"Let's go, or you'll die here sooner or later." Chizan turned around, stuck the triangular knife at his waist, and bowed slowly into the hollow of the tree.

"I'm not going to leave until it's settled." Guan Wen replied lightly. There is a price to pay for everything, and seeing so many predecessors die one after another for the sake of truth and justice, what reason does he have to escape?

"Let's tell you the truth, this matter is fruitless, there have been many masters who have entered Tibet with various purposes in the past, but none of them have ever been able to get out of xizàng alive. The eyeliner of the Blue Dragon Society is all over every county, city, town, and temple in Tibet, and it is pervasive and omnipotent. The outsiders are all alone, outnumbered, and in the end, they will inevitably end up in the wilderness. You think you've glimpsed the heavens, but you've actually entered the pace of the Blue Dragon Society. I thank you for your kindness and kindness. If you don't listen, disaster will soon befall you—"

Chizan's words were all he had to say, and a feathered arrow pierced his throat from back to front.

Gu Qingcheng took a step across and pulled Guan Wen into the dead corner of the tree hole.

"Disaster is coming...... Chizan threw himself forward, blood gushing out of his throat, forming an eerie image of meandering and swimming on the ground.

The feathered arrows came from behind the ridge of the roof to the north, but at this moment the roof was only gray-white withered grass swaying in the wind, and there was not half a human figure in sight.

"The real adversary is always hidden behind the deepest scenes, and I love the feeling of danger." Gu Tingcheng said to himself. She clinged to the tree, rubbing her palms together, two "Titica" sounds from under her clothes on her wrists, and two silver pistols only three inches long slipped into her palms.

"Mr. Guan, this place is really not suitable for a literati like you to survive, let's go back to the mainland as much as possible, don't even lose your life in the end!" Gu Qingcheng joked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Guan Wen sighed and his cheeks began to feverish. In this world, men should have protected women, but at this moment, it was the other way around, and he needed Gu Tingcheng to protect him. It can be seen that the ancients said that "useless is a scholar", which is really true.

"Be careful, don't show your head-" Gu Qingcheng instructed in a low voice, then took a deep breath, lowered his body, and his whole body tightened.

"Be careful, too." Guan Wen sincerely advised.

"Thank you for your concern, but the evil should stay and tell your Miss Baoling, I don't need it." Gu Qingcheng smiled faintly, looking arrogant, like a white crane in a frosty sky.

In an instant, Gu Qingcheng quickly ejected outward, crossed Chizan's body, and entered the yin shadow opposite the tree hole. Then, without stopping, she rushed under the eaves, stepped on the windowsill on her tiptoes, pulled up on the spot, and flew up to the roof. Next, she crawled around and ran in a zigzag pattern, heading straight for the place where the feather arrow had just come from.

Guan Wen looked at her from a distance and was deeply impressed by this sturdy girl.

Later, Gu Qingcheng jumped from the roof, landed lightly in the courtyard, and shook his head with some regret: "The enemy has left."

Guan Wen's gaze returned to Caidan Dajie, he and the other party were originally able to solve the death of the praying mantis slashing insect lightly, but the appearance of Chizan made a qiē irretrievable.

"Master, can I help you go to the hospital to bandage?" Guan Wen asked.

Caidan Dajie shook his head: "I'm fine, the body of the master is broken, he must have something to leave us, this may be the final revelation."

"However, you have lost too much blood, and I am afraid that your life will be in danger." Guan Wen smiled bitterly.

At this moment, Caidan Dajie's wound was no longer bleeding, and half of the monk's robe was soaked with blood. For a truly wise man, listening to enlightenment to reach a state of enlightenment is more important than life, and Guan Wen is able to understand this.

He walked out of the tree hole, and Gu Qingcheng immediately greeted him: "Mr. Guan, your current situation is very dangerous, for the sake of you blocking bullets for me, I can be your bodyguard for free until you leave Tashilhunpo Monastery."

Guan Wen thanked him and slowly entered the North House. Sunlight poured in through the doors and windows, and the room, which was full of thangkas, became much brighter. The change of light and shadow makes Guan Wen feel different when watching thangka. I remember the first time I followed Caidan Dajie in, and every thangka made him amazed and amazed. This time, what he saw was the flaws of those thangkas.

Some thangkas use colors too casually to reasonably express the original colors of things; Some thangka compositions are too bloated and have too strong a sense of stacking; Some thangka compositions are too concise, the picture is dry and rigid, and there is no expressive force; Some thangkas are too abstract, obscure, and incomprehensible; Some thangkas highlight the characteristics of the material itself, but they completely ignore the hardness of the picture elements...... Even the mandala painted on the roof, which almost made him smitso, lost its appeal and demagogy.

"Look at the mountains just mountains, look at the water just water; Look at the mountains are not mountains, and look at the water is not water; The mountains are still mountains, and the water is still water. He whispered to himself, and suddenly there was an end of confidence in his heart. Since he can detect the flaws and flaws in the masterpieces of the previous masters, it shows that his painting level has completely surpassed them.

The three words he said are the triple jing realm of painters and even all artists. When an artist has experienced the three stages of progress of concentrating on learning, fanatical worship, and calmness, he has the demeanor of not blindly obeying, not blindly listening, and not blindly believing.

"What are you looking at?" Gu Qingcheng followed, but he was confused.

"I'm looking at this disturbed world, and only by understanding this can I complete the last thing." Guan Wen answered the question, but for the real wise, casually saying it is a famous sentence that has been passed down for a hundred years.

Suddenly, a cold whirlwind blew in the thangka room, sweeping through every wall and every thangka. When the whirlwind passes, the wall skin falls one after another, and the complete or incomplete thangka also disappears at the same time, and the zài no longer exists. In the smoke and dust, Guan Wen saw one after another skinny shadows walking on the powder of the wall.

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