I don't know what the messenger of Aji Jiji is, but judging from the strange and excited look on the face of the Tibetan old man, this is obviously a mysterious and high name. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But I was not happy at all, on the contrary, I was a little afraid, because he was talking about my uncle, an uncle who had spent his life in the countryside of southwest Lu and was born in the late fifties, and was now fifty years old.

What has become a young man, what is the same as it was twenty-eight years ago, falls into my ears is so strange and harsh.

The Tibetan old man didn't care about my feelings, and continued to speak slowly in a slow voice: "From the moment the messenger handed me something, I understood that my ordinary life finally had a goal...... Waiting for the arrival of the descendants of his mouth. ”

I thought about it, but I still said: "Old man, forgive me for being rude, although I am very sure that the mortal envoy you mentioned has a great relationship with me, but how do you think that I am his descendant?" Just with a face, or with my southwestern Lunan accent? ”

Who knew that the Tibetan old man smiled and showed his black and yellow teeth, and said: "With just one face, the two of you are exactly the same except for the difference in demeanor, of course, you don't have the dusty temperament on the messenger......

"Uh...... "I really want to tell the old man that people are not exactly the same, let alone uncles and nephews, even fathers.

However, the old Tibetan man in front of me is a person who insists on keeping his word, and this kind of person should be respected, so I just said: "Old man, to be honest, I am here to find my uncle, he is fifty years old this year, as for what you said, it may be a little different from my cognition, but this is my own problem, so now, is it convenient for you to give me the package left by my uncle?" ”

After hearing this, the Tibetan old man shook his head, looked at me and said, "Young man, I can feel the unruliness in your heart...... This is an emotion that should not exist in the hearts of the posterity, and it will blind you and slide into the unforgivable. With that, the old man still stood up tremblingly, and as soon as I tried to help, he waved to stop me, and turned to the room behind me, and through the open door, I saw the package.

It was really a package, wrapped in coarse cloth, bulging, respectfully enshrined in front of the shrine furnace, the Tibetan old man first worshiped reverently, recited ten sentences of 'six-character mantra', and then took it off and held it out with both hands.

"Young man, the messenger left a message with the package, which is now also sent to you." Seeing that the old man was really a little old, I didn't dare to slack off, so I hurriedly took the package with both hands and said, "You said." ”

"And the messenger said, Where it comes from, whence it goes."

After the old man finished speaking, he lay back on the rattan chair, closed his eyes, and looked like he had finished what he had entrusted.

The problem is that I'm completely confused!

What does Uncle mean? Where does it come from and where does it go, in other words, isn't it just Ma Yu hurry up and get out!

This really me off! I thought to myself, eldest nephew, I am thousands of miles away and risked life and death to find your old man, and I got this sentence at the end? You just really left a sentence of "get out of here", and I can feel kind...... Where do you come from and where do you go...... The eldest nephew came from his mother's womb, can he go back?

"Do you know where he is now, old man?" I don't give up on asking. The Tibetan old man shook his head, his eyelids were not raised, the meaning was very clear, and he didn't want to talk to me, the descendant of the messenger who had "unruly" emotions in his heart.

I had nothing to say, sighed, bowed respectfully, and turned to go downstairs.

The old man's so-called "unruly" probably means that I have disrespectful thoughts about the messenger in his eyes.

But this could not be helped, the experience of blood and fire in my military career forced me to abandon my awe, I could not do it when I cut off the enemy's head with kindness, nor could I maintain pity in the midst of the roar of bullets.

Not only can't I do it, maybe the old bear, the green baby, and even the fat man, our group of people can't do it. I still know the instructor's roar when I joined the reconnaissance company: "When facing the incoming enemy!" I have only one request! Snap your polio fingers, shoot that damn bullet into those wretched brains, and use their intestines to lubricate the bayonets and wash the soles of their shoes with their blood! You new bunch of soldiers, eggs, pumpkins......"

This is my upbringing, my belief in survival, and the guarantee that I am still alive today. If I really reject this 'uninhibitedness', then I will no longer be me.

The crowd downstairs was pushing cups and changing lamps, and when they saw me holding a package, they all stopped curiously. The fat man sighed and said, "The watermelon is enough, and there is something to collect everywhere." ”

I squeezed the fat man away, sat down cross-legged, put the package on the wine table, and sighed, "This is left by my uncle." ”

The old Xiong Qingwa couldn't understand, but the fat man almost bit his tongue in shock, and shouted, "Uncle Womb...... Where is he? ”

I took a sip of wine, wiped my mouth and said, "The person is gone, so I left a sentence." Then he repeated the words of the Tibetan old man.

Everyone's expressions were similar to what I had before, and when I heard that my uncle had changed back to his youthful appearance five years ago, they were a little disapproving, and the fat man also whispered that it wouldn't be the uncle colluding with the Tibetan old man to fool us, what kind of thing is a mortal messenger, according to what the old man said, the alien theory of buddy on the train is more fucking normal.

I was stunned for a moment, and said that maybe there was really such a possibility, and when the fat man saw my expression, he immediately threw his wine glass and said, "Watermelon, you wait, buddy, I will torture you!" "I want to leave.

I hurriedly pulled him and said, "Sit down and sit down, the tiger is chirping, what will be tortured, in case what people say is true, let's see what the uncle left for us." ”

I asked the fat man to hold it down, and then I opened the package, which was wrapped in many layers, all of which were rough linen, and as they were completely peeled off, there were two things in front of us.

A worn-out thread-bound book, a golden mallet studded with colorful gemstones.

"I'll ......"

Just when our brothers didn't know why, Hu Jianjun looked at the mallet and suddenly let out a long sigh, and couldn't help but want to grab the mallet, but was slapped by the fat man halfway, "What do you have to say, what's the matter, do you know this mallet?" ”

Hu Jianjun rubbed his hands aggrievedly, and said honestly: "I know, but this is not called a mallet, this is a typical Buddhist magic weapon, called a demon pestle." And looking at the above Fudo Ming Wang's Dharma appearance, it should still be the style of the Sakya school of early Tibetan Buddhism. ”

A few of us didn't understand so much, so the fat man paid attention to the word demon subjugation, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Then does this thing have great mana?" After speaking, he looked at me again and said, "Watermelon, this time you don't have to worry about the white shadow, this golden light is better than Master Yang's peachwood sword!" ”

I waved my hand and said how much I could understand, and if I had the mana, I asked Xiao Hu to go. After that, I picked up the thread-bound book and flipped through it, only to find that it was a manuscript, but the words were ugly enough, similar to a drunk tadpole, but fortunately it was Chinese characters, so I could barely read it.

The first thing that catches your eye is the six big characters on the title page "The Secret Art of Green Capsule Shape", and then turn back, it is roughly something that is also a person, like what qi is dispersed by the wind, and the boundary water is stopped. The ancients gathered to make it not disperse, and the line made it stop, so it was called feng shui and so on, and I saw that my head was big, and I hurriedly threw it where.

Over there, Xiao Hu was talking to the fat man: "Is there a big mana, how can I say this, Buddhism's magic weapon pays attention to a fate word, which is the so-called cause of the heart, so it is said that there is faith, and there is no faith." ”

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly squirred: "Nonsense for a long time, what you said is the same as what you didn't say." Then he turned over and asked, "Watermelon, what now?" ”

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