"Who's the boss?" Guan Wen asked.

Tang Guang smiled even more fiercely: "That's not important, kid, turn your little brain around and tell me what you know!"

"All the paintings were left with the Red Flame Venerable, and the Wind Crane was dead, and that was the last thing in her mind. It's useless for you to force me, I have to get the painting back from the Red Flame Venerable. Did you hear that, Basan? Did you hear that?" Guan Wen shouted. He was right, because when he left Lhasa, the big man deliberately asked people to properly store and keep the finished paintings, which was regarded as the most important material.

"Don't scream, don't scream." Tang Guang took out an iron hammer from the wooden box and measured it above Guan Wen's left eyebrow bone.

There was a strong smell of blood on the hammer, which made Guan Wen shudder.

"In the first stroke, I will break the eyebrow bone, and I will cut a whole eyeball through the crack. This is a skill that requires extreme strength, and if the force is too heavy, the broken bone will stab the eyeball; The force is too light, and the eyebrow bone cannot be cracked neatly, and the knife cannot reach in. Have you heard the story of Ku Ding's release of the cow? If I had been born in that era, what would I have been? He only knew the art of killing cattle, while I studied the art of killing. Tang Guang's hammer fell lightly on Guan Wen's eyebrow bone.

There was a cold chill on the iron, forcing Guan Wen to blink again and again.

"Whether you say it's your ziyou or not, and when to go down the hammer, it all depends on my resistance." Tang Guang said again.

"Basang-Basang-" Guan Wen shouted with his neck raised. He didn't want to lose his eyes at the hands of this weirdo, and his only hope was for Basan.

Luckily, Basang appeared just in time, silently pushed open the only small door in the cellar, and slowly walked in.

"Basang, my paintings are all in Lhasa, if you want it, go back and get it. I don't really know anything else! Guan Wen explained eagerly.

Basang walked over step by step, holding his cheek in one hand, and circled around Guan Wen and the stake.

"Painting is dead, but thoughts are alive. Guan Wen, what I want is not a painting, but the things that the wind and crane tell you. In fact, your heart is like a mirror, knowing what I want. Within five minutes, either sue me for a qiē, or let Tang Guang dispose of it. Let's see. Bassan's face was expressionless, cold as ice.

Guan Wen took a deep breath, straightened out the chaotic thoughts in his mind a little, and began to narrate: "Fenghe said that she saw a group of monks throwing treasures into the cave, and then sealed the cave with a boulder. After that, she was killed by the master who led the team. During her dance, I vaguely saw a secret place underground, where an old monk was hidden. That's all I know, nothing else. ”

Basang listened quietly, and suddenly laughed: "Guan Wen, why does everyone keep saying, 'I only know so much', like you? Do you choose to believe you, or do you choose to torture you to extract confessions and kill people?"

Immediately, Tang Guang also grinned with his teeth.

Guan Wen was taken aback and blurted out: "What happened to Baoling?" She's an outsider at all, what's the use of you looking for her?"

Basang smiled even more happily: "You care about her very much, don't you?" If I had ordered Tang Guang to deal with her first, what would have happened to you?"

Guan Wen was so anxious that his eyes cracked: "You...... You ......"

Before Basang could answer, Tang Guang suddenly snorted disdainfully: "You ordered me?" Don't dream, I only listen to the arrangement of the golden cicada. He told me to go to the east, I went to the east, he told me to go to the west, I went to the west, and the rest, Lao Tzu was too lazy to do it! ”

Basang was a little displeased: "Tang Guang, Jin Chanzi said, I am fully responsible for what happened here in Tashilhunpo Temple, and even you have to listen to my arrangement."

Tang Guang raised his head and became more and more disdainful: "I said, I only listen to the arrangement of the golden cicada."

Basang waved his hand: "If you don't believe me, just call and ask." Let me say one last thing, the affairs of the Walnut Divine Tree are all arranged by me. ”

Guan Wen immediately understood that this cellar was under the "thousand-year-old walnut tree" in the famous scenic spot of Nianmu Township, Kaze.

It is said that the thousand-year-old walnut tree was planted by the ancestor of the Tibetan Dynasty, Dari Niansi, and the tree is more than 1,000 years old, and is known as the "sacred tree" by the local Tibetans.

Tang Guang snorted and retreated with the wooden box.

"Now, let's talk." Basang dragged over a bench and sat across from Guan Wen.

His face was half blue and half yellow, covered with deep fatigue.

"What to talk about? Basan, you know, I'm just a painter. Guan Wen's mood was extremely depressed, because he was worried that Baoling would be poisoned by Tang Guang.

"Let's talk about Naxie - you are not an ordinary painter, I remember the first time we met, it was in the Qiangba Buddha Hall. You tell me that in those majestic statues there are eternal immortal souls. You've said that if you just look at them like a tourist, you'll never grasp the meaning behind those statues. This evil is very similar to what my master said, my master said, never despise every person who travels a long way to come to Tashilhunpo Monastery for pilgrimage, they can spend months or even a year and kowtow their heads step by step here, stay only for two or three days or even half a day, and then go back with joy, as if the lost have received the revelation of the gods and Buddhas, and those who ask have been promised by God. In their hearts, they have already received something that outsiders cannot understand. And you, not only can you see the joy of the saints, but you can also draw their inner world, which no one can do. ”

Guan Wen smiled bitterly: "That's the category of psychology, and I'm just stumbling into it by mistake."

Basang shook his head: "Guan Wen, this is not the time for you to be modest. You must tell me about the whereabouts of the 'Sumeru Mustard Seed Room'. ”

Guan Wen asked rhetorically: "Sumeru mustard seed room? What's that?"

Pasang replied: "Whether it is Tibetan Buddhism or Han Buddhism, some eminent monks can achieve the miraculous realm of 'turning Mount Meru into a mustard seed room' in a hundred years of practice, and their minds and souls can be extremely miniaturized and hidden in a space as large as mustard seeds, so as to avoid troubled times. When they wait for the peaceful and prosperous times or some other special moment, they will restore and guide the latecomers to survive eternal life. And I'm sure that in the mind of the wind crane, there is a knowledge related to the 'Sumeru mustard seed room'. She's dead, and only you know about it. ”

Guan Wen immediately shook his head: "You are mistaken, when Fenghe was cut throat, it was Master Tianhu who was guarding her."

The death of Fenghe came very suddenly, and Guan Wen didn't even see the shadow of the murderer.

"Master Vulture is here, too, and I think we will soon be able to sit down together and discuss this matter. Guan Wen, I must sue you, don't play tricks, don't lie to me, if I hadn't stopped you, you would have been a ghost under Tang Guang's knife at this moment. You only have one life, and if you don't cherish it, I can't help you—" Bassan laughed tiredly, but then turned to the door and shouted, "Who's there?" Tang Guang, is that you?"

The door of the cellar was empty, and there was silence outside.

As soon as Basang flipped his right hand, the narrow hidden knife hidden in his sleeve slipped into his palm. At the same time, his body was as tense as a bow, as if he could shoot out like a meteor as soon as he hit his target.

Guan Wen knew that more than ninety percent of the monks in Tashilhunpo Monastery were martial arts, and Basang was the strongest among the younger generation.

After a few minutes, when there was still no sound outside the door, Basang put away his knife and regained his tired appearance.

"Basan, you're too nervous." Guan Wen sighed.

"Can I not be nervous? At this moment, I don't know how many people covet the great treasure. I used to suspect that you were one of the treasure hunters, but now I see that you are indeed a powerless painter. Now, I'm taking you to meet Master Vulture, time is pressing, and I hope you don't let me down. ”

Basang untied the text three times and twice, half dragged him and half carried him out of this cellar.

Outside the cellar door, there is a long corridor of dark cháo. At the top of the corridor, there is an incandescent light bulb embedded in a dozen steps, but more than half of it is broken. Guan Wen faintly heard the noise of the generator, and knew that there was a separate controllable power system under this huge cellar.

After turning around twice in the cellar, Basang dragged Guan Wen into another room.

On the wooden pillar, the Vulture Master was also firmly tied, and under the side wall were three silver barrels containing thangka fragments. It was clearly an execution chamber, with iron ropes, leather whips, iron hooks and other ancient torture instruments hanging on the walls on the left and right sides, and the ground was covered with dried purple-black blood.

"Why are you here?" As soon as Master Vulture saw Guan Wen, he asked loudly.

Guan Wen knew that the other party must have misunderstood him, just like he misunderstood that the other party had cut Fenghe's throat in the first place.

"Master, don't be suspicious, all of them are the manipulators behind the golden cicada. He was the one who killed the Wind Crane, and then he turned you over in the dark alleys and sent you here. Those, mixed with Nepalese Seven Nights Mandala Seeds, Sikkim Snake's Eye Bitter Tea, and Pamir Killer Bat Blood, ordinary people can resist the same, but they can't resist the three. I can also tell you that everyone on the Lhasa side has fallen into the incense, including the Venerable Chiyan, the big shots, the wise men of the Five Kingdoms and the Twelve Temples, your friend Gao Xiang and others have all fallen. Therefore, the overall situation of this matter has been decided, and you, Guan Wen and Miss Baoling will honestly find out the location of the Sumeru mustard room and give me a satisfactory answer. Your life and death are in my hands......"

Basan's tone was a little impatient, and he poured out all these inside stories very quickly, and with each word, the vulture master's eyebrows would tremble violently, as if the evil was hammer after hammer, striking him the chest.

"Golden cicada? Is it the new disciple Jin Chanzi, who has risen the fastest in recent years under the Blue Dragon Society?" Master Vulture asked.

Basang nodded: "That's right."

Master Vulture shook his arms and struggled violently a few times, but the tendon rope that bound him was so strong that no one could break free.

"I'm going to kill him! Let go of me, I'm going to kill him! Master Vulture roared.

"Kill whom? Kill the golden cicada? You don't know who he is, how can you kill him?" Basang laughed faintly.

Master Vulture sighed in vain and gave up struggling.

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