"Exactly, exactly!" Luo Yuan raised his voice suddenly.

Dorjee Cuom shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Luo, the three major monks of this temple and the fifteen top sages of the Ali region have gathered at the Jiwu Temple last month to study the images you have seen, and have unanimously concluded that those are all illusory and do not exist, but are just 'visions' when the spirit is in a state of tension. How many times do you have to repeat it before we believe it?"

It is unlikely that German submarines in World War II will appear in Asia, and if Luo Yuan's description is a "U.S. submarine", there may still be a little credibility. Therefore, Lin Xuan couldn't help but have a suspicious look on his face.

Luo Yuan's gaze swept back and forth on Lin Xuan and Duoji Cuomu's faces a few times, and he sighed dejectedly: "You don't believe what I said, and I don't believe your conclusions, none of us can convince anyone." Therefore, I hired a few salvage masters from Nepal to go deep into the ghost lake, and I will definitely be able to draw the most correct conclusion. ”

The room fell silent, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Without speculating for more than half a sentence, Duoji Cuomu stood up and nodded to Lin Xuan: "I still have something to do, so I can't accompany you." You are free to move, and we have time to talk. ”

After saying that, he slowly opened the door and walked out.

"Master, I will speak with facts to prove you all wrong." Luo Yuan shouted at Dorje Tsom's back.

Dorje Cuom stopped, but did not look back, and whispered: "The mountain is the ice water flowing downstream, the great river transpiring upwards into rain and snow, and every qiē in nature is methodically surviving in the reciprocating cycle, and there is no fixed form of positive and negative in this way. Mr. Luo, maybe none of us are wrong, maybe any of us are wrong. I admire your tireless pursuit of answers, but if you were a true wise man, you would never seek a fish from a tree, nor would you carve a boat to find a sword, would you?"

A Tibetan Buddhist monk like him would never get angry because of a dispute over a topic. Their realm is already close to the way of heaven and the way of nature, which is incomprehensible to people like Luo Yuan.

Outside the door, the exorcism array is still there, and each bead on the bead curtain has been perfectly pulped by years of rubbing, showing a deep and holy unique luster, more mysterious and magical than any color on the color spectrum. Each of these holy relics is priceless, but the monks in the Ali region are willing to selflessly dedicate themselves to exorcise evil spirits for Luo Yuan. It can be seen that practitioners in Tibetan Buddhism have long put wealth aside and pursued only the supreme truth and the path of compassion.

In the distance, flags of various colors are waved in the wind, and every time the mantra scriptures written on the flags are flipped, it is equivalent to being recited by the mouths of the gods of the world, adding a pious prayer to the flag-hangers.

Lin Xuan's gaze peeked through the door and landed in the endless blue void.

He respects Dorjee Tsom because the latter's understanding of Tibetan Buddhist texts has reached the point where he can easily comprehend and persuade people with Buddhist principles and teachings, which is all pleasing and convincing.

"Hey, the masters of the Temple of Extreme Things are really stubborn!" When Dorje Cuom's back disappeared, Luo Yuan laughed in a low voice.

Lin Xuan was slightly displeased: "Mr. Luo, the masters are stubborn, but what about you, why are you obsessed with those images that do not exist?" You believe that what you see is real, but every patient with 'visual hallucinations' will say that they really see it and describe all the details clearly. But so what? In the end, it turns out that there is no such thing at all, like you just said, how can there be a German submarine from World War II in Lake Laoncuo?"

Luo Yuan clapped his hands violently, looking at Lin Xuan with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Lin Xuan stood up and sighed, feeling that he didn't need to waste any more time, and there was no need to even say another word.

He remembered the girl Gesang he brought, and remembered the mysterious man in black, these things were enough headaches, and there was really no need to be entangled with Luo Yuan.

"Goodbye." Luo Yuan took the initiative to wave his hand.

"Goodbye." Lin Xuan nodded, turned around and walked out.

"You're actually a very boring person." Luo Yuan muttered again, "It's no different from these old Tibetan Buddhist monks." ”

Lin Xuan ignored it and walked out of the door.

He returned to the Scripture Pavilion, and as soon as he stepped in, he found Dorjee Tsom leaning against the door, looking forward in silence.

Directly in front of him, by the wooden shelf, Gesang was looking down at an old parchment booklet.

Dorjee Tsom turned his face and said with his lips, "Don't make a sound, watch."

Lin Xuan was immediately silenced and flashed lightly to the other side of the door, so as not to alarm Gesang with the change in light behind blocking the door.

The booklet has been yellowed, and there are traces of silverfish gnawing on the spine and corners, which shows that it is extremely old.

Lin Xuan had been here many times, and he had browsed the bookshelves, but he could barely read the scriptures transcribed from ancient Sanskrit, and he couldn't read a word.

Extrapolating from the location, he remembered that the name of the booklet translated into Chinese should be "The Land of Extreme Things". Dorjee Tsom once said that the booklet was about a country that existed in ancient Tibet, older than the well-known country of Shambhala. The name of the country is composed of extremely long ancient Sanskrit characters, and the syllables are obscure, so the monks of Jiwu Temple usually call it by its Chinese name.

Dorjee Tsom once said: "This booklet is completely separate from the Tibetan Buddhist texts, there is only one book in this monastery, there is no other place at all, and it is not mentioned in the book list of the oldest Buddhist monasteries in India, Nepal, Thailand and other places." According to the Chinese character of the book, the so-called 'country of extreme things' refers to the fact that in that country, all human things and things have developed to the extreme, and can not take half a step forward, which is the limit of the limit, that is, the limit of human beings, the limit of the earth's environment, and the limit of one qiē. In the view of the great masters of Tibetan Buddhism, the realm of 'extreme things' is neither good nor bad, but only one of the many stages of human development, and with the current human wisdom, it is impossible to understand the meaning of 'extreme things'. ”

Gesang is a deaf and dumb girl, she must have never gone to school, and she does not have much knowledge of writing, so it is almost impossible to read an ancient Sanskrit booklet. So, what is she looking at? How focused you look?

Lin Xuan was puzzled, but he respected Dorjee Cuom, so what the other party asked him to do, he would always do what he said.

From the angle from which he stood, he could only see the side face of Gesang who was concentrating on reading. Suddenly, he noticed a smile on Gesang's face. It was a very natural, very joyful laugh from the heart, pure and holy to the extreme. As soon as he saw her smile, Lin Xuan's heart was flooded with a wave of joy, and he couldn't help but be infected by her.

"Ah......h

His tone was quite complicated, anxious, frightened, shocked, surprised, in short, Lin Xuan understood that Dorje Cuom was also extremely shocked because he saw Gesang's smiling face.

Gesang raised his head, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked at Dorje Tsomu in amazement.

Lin Xuan walked over and reminded loudly: "Master, she is a deaf and mute person, no matter what you say, she can't understand it."

In his opinion, Gesang could read the lips to understand the meaning of Chinese, while the Tibetan language had too many syllables and too complex mouth changes for Gesang to understand.

"No, she's not deaf and dumb, she must have read this booklet, she must have read it," Dorjee Cuom retorted loudly, and quickly reached out, turned the booklet over, and pointed to a painting on the back cover to Lin Xuan, "Look here, look here, she must have read it, only if she really understands this booklet, will she laugh like her!" ”

On the back cover of the booklet, a pair of eyes are drawn in white drawing.

The size of the booklet is about three feet long and two feet wide, and the size of those eyes fills the back cover, so its actual size is dozens of times the real size of the human eye. In the eye on the left, there is a beautiful city, with houses, towers, palaces, towers, streets, flowers and trees, and the pedestrians on the streets are all dressed as Tibetans. In other words, the eye is painted of a Tibetan city, and its layout is equivalent to a fragment of the famous painting "Qingming Upper River Map" in the Northern Song Dynasty in Chinese mainland.

Lin Xuan felt that anyone who saw this painting would think of "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", because they presented scenes of daily life in the city, reflecting the lives of ordinary people. The only difference is that the former depicts Tibetans, while the latter depicts Han people.

The contents of the other eye are strange and terrifying, full of evil spirits with cloak and hair, individuals with no skin and blood flowing everywhere, and the background is eerie, and the snake and scorpion insect with teeth and claws are faintly visible choosing to devour people. On one side of the picture, there are torture instruments such as a mountain of knives and oil pots, and some human beings with mutilated limbs are being tortured by the evil spirits with blue faces and fangs, or thrown on the mountain of knives or thrown into the oil pot.

"Hell, what is painted here must be a strange and miserable hell, and what is painted in that eye is a paradise where the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the two eyes see different scenes, which just illustrates the strong contrast between good and evil, good and bad, heaven and hell." Lin Xuan reacted extremely quickly and quickly understood the meaning of the painting on the back cover.

"This booklet has been in the Temple of Extreme Things for hundreds of years, and the master of the oldest master in this temple has left a last word, and the one who can understand it is the Lord of the Savior, the true reincarnation of the 'Land of Extreme Things'." Dorje Tsomu's love was very excited, his panting became thicker and thicker, and the green tendons on his forehead also jumped violently.

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, because when the dead man on the shore of Laangcuo Lake entrusted Gesang to him, he pointed out that she had something hidden in her mind. Dorjee Tsom is a well-known excavator in the Ali region, and if he is willing to help, the burden on his shoulders can be lifted.

"Congratulations master, if Gesang is destined to be a person in the Jiwu Temple, wouldn't everyone be happy if you could discover the hidden treasures in her mind and solve all the mysteries?" Lin Xuan said with a smile.

Dorjee Tsomu didn't show much ecstasy, but looked Gesang up and down cautiously.

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