Suddenly, Wind Crane opened his eyes and stared at the roof in a daze.

Master Vulture immediately stopped his mouth, took out a flashlight and a magnifying glass, and observed the wind crane's eyeballs, while hurriedly ordering: "Talk to her, talk to her quickly, let her speak!"

Guan Wen leaned down and asked in a low voice, "Your dance is over, it's time to tell me something, right?"

The corners of Feng He's eyes moved, and two huge tears suddenly gushed out of his eye sockets and slipped from the corners of his eyes on both sides.

Guan Wen frowned, not knowing what this meant. Since there are tears, the other party must have extreme feelings of joy, anger and sorrow in his heart, and he can't get rid of it, so he will wash his face with tears.

"Master......" Fenghe's lips twitched, and he spat out two words.

Guan Wen immediately asked, "Are you looking for His Holiness?" Do you want me to invite him over right away?"

Master Vulture immediately stopped him with a gesture and motioned for Guan Wen to continue communicating with Wind Crane.

"I see a strange world in your dance, where is that place? Is it under Mount Niseri? How do you get there?" Guan Wen continued.

"Master...... Master...... You...... You ......" Feng He's tears flowed even more violently, and her hair was soon wet, but she didn't answer any questions from Guan Wen, just burst into tears.

"She's not looking for us." Guan Wen straightened up and told Master Sù Eagle.

"No one can be allowed to break in at this time, this secret belongs to me." Master Yin replied coldly, pursing the corners of his mouth.

"If she doesn't tell it, the secret will die, and no one will get it." Guan Wen sighed.

"She said, I don't know how many people will flock up and turn Nisseri over the mountain." Master Vulture said.

"I must tell you that the secret is not yours alone. All the treasures in the world are obtained by those who are destined. It's yours, it's always yours, and no one else can take it away; It's not yours, and it's useless to force it to stay. You are a well-known wise man in the world, if you were not blinded by interests, you would never even understand such a simple truth, right?" Guan Wen asked.

Master Vulture waved his hand fiercely: "What do you know? What do you know? What others see is only a great treasure, but what I see is the great consummation of Tibetan Buddhist practice! What I'm after, no one will understand! No one! ”

Suddenly, Feng He's body struggled and writhed, his hands covering his chest, and his face was extremely painful.

Guan Wen was taken aback and immediately leaned over to hold her wrist.

"Master, you are so ruthless...... You're so ruthless......" Wind Crane's expression became more and more painful, as if someone had inserted a knife into her chest, and it was her closest people who took the knife.

"What did she say? What is she talking about?" This time, even the Vulture Master was confused.

"Wind crane, tell me, what do you see? What comes to mind?" Guan Wen leaned close to Fenghe's ears and tried to soften his voice as much as possible.

At this moment, his five fingers clearly felt that the wrist veins of the wind crane were beating sharply, suddenly excited and sharp, and suddenly low and empty. This kind of sign shows that the body of the wind crane is already at the end of the strong crossbow, and has entered the period of return to light before death, and may die at any time.

"Master, why? Why is that...... Why did you kill me...... Why...... Ahh

It turned out that Master Vulture pulled out a knife at this moment and plunged it into Wind Crane's thigh without any scruples. It was this sudden and severe pain that made the wind crane's jing god completely restored.

Guan Wen didn't care about the pain, and immediately jumped up and rushed to the side of the bed.

"I see it." Now Fenghe's face is like dead ash, a pair of eyes are slightly protruding, and the surface of the eyeballs seems to have fallen a layer of ash.

"See what? Who killed you?" Guan Wen asked urgently.

"On that day, we threw all the treasure into that huge hole in the ground and sealed it with big stones. I went out of the cave first, looked out and put up a sentry, but after waiting for a long time, the master and the junior disciples did not come out. I went to the entrance of the cave and looked around, and saw Master coming out alone. I asked him where his disciples were, and he didn't speak, but walked straight towards me—" Feng He said so much in one breath, and gasped sharply, but his eyes remained unchanged, and he looked forward in a daze, ignoring Guan Wen and Master Vulture at all.

"Ask her, ask her about the Great Treasure, ask her—" Master Vulture couldn't help but interject beside him.

Guan Wen also wanted to ask, but in this state, no matter what he asked, he was afraid that Fenghe would not be able to listen.

"I don't know what's going on, I look deeper into the cave. Master approached me and smiled at me. His smile was strange, miserable and eerie, as if he was about to say something, but he only opened his mouth. I didn't dare to ask, because all the masters in those Heavenly Temples were worried about the future of the Great Treasure, and anyone who talked too much would be reprimanded. Suddenly, I felt a cold and painful pain in my chest, and when I looked down, I saw a knife stuck in my chest, revealing only a two-inch hilt. One side of the handle is inlaid with sun-shaped turquoise and the other side is inlaid with moon-shaped ruby. It was the knife I was most familiar with, and the two stones were inlaid with my own hands, and it was the knife that Master never left for a moment, but at that time, it was stuck in my chest. Why? Why did Master kill me? Why ......"

Feng He's hand covered his chest hard, and he slowly turned his head to look at Guan Wen. At some point, her eyes were already bloodshot, half red and half gray, like two broken red opals.

Guan Wen's mind was immersed in the strange story told by Feng He, but he couldn't say anything, as if he was pressed against a big stone in his chest, and all the words were blocked in his throat.

Fenghe's death must be related to "treasure, keeping secrets, and extinguishing mouths", but in this matter, the killer and the killed are all victims, and everyone is giving their lives for the "great treasure". Personal life and death, honor and disgrace, compared to keeping secrets, is more insignificant than ants and moths.

"What about the treasure? Where is the cave? Where's the entrance to the cave?" Master Vulture roared, grabbed Crane's shoulder, and twisted her body toward him. In his other hand, he still clutched the blood-dripping knife. Looking at that posture, he may insert another knife in Fenghe's body at any time.

"It's useless to ask more, she's already in a dying state." Guan Wen said.

"I can't care so much, it's just disemboweling, and I have to get that secret out of her!" Master Vulture smirked, "Say, say, speak!" ”

Guan Wen turned and ran out, he couldn't stop the crazy Condor Master, he had to go and inform the big man and the Red Flame Venerable immediately.

It only took about five seconds for Guan Wen to go from turning around to running to the door, and when he pushed the door and stepped out, he suddenly heard the sound of a blade cutting through his throat, followed by the hissing sound of blood spurting out of the narrow gap, and the rustling of blood spilling.

He was stunned, turned around slowly, and saw four or five blood arrows spurting out of the wind crane's throat, shooting far away, splashing to the tail end of the dissecting table; Those who shoot close will land at the feet of the crane.

Guan Wen's heart sank suddenly: "Master Tianhu still did it!" However, at this moment, Master Vulture was not in the room, and a large hole had been opened in a dilapidated wooden window in the northwest corner wall.

He took three steps and two steps to the wooden window, which turned out to be just a two-foot square window frame with plastic paper nailed to it, which was used as a vent. At this moment, the plastic paper was torn off, and what appeared in front of Guan Wen was just a lonely and boundless dark wilderness.

He paused for a few seconds, then immediately returned, took off his coat, and wrapped it around the crane's neck. However, the killer's knife technique is very neat, cutting the throat, even the blood vessels and trachea are cut together, and any measures such as stopping the bleeding and first aid are useless.

In a hurry, Guan Wen yelled twice: "Come on, come on!"

He couldn't wait for anyone else to come in, so he jumped out of the window and ran forward.

At first, he suspected that it was Master Vulture who killed someone, but as soon as the night wind blew, his mind immediately cleared up, and he realized that it must be a sneak attack by the enemy.

Behind the house, there is a slightly sloping barren slope, and then on, the ordinary houses and alleys of Lhasa. There are no street lights, and every house sleeps behind closed doors. The night breeze stirred the wind horse flags on the roofs near and far, fluttering and flipping, and from time to time there was a gurgling sound.

The night in Lhasa, desolate and quiet, made him extremely lonely. At this moment, he misses the leisurely time of sketching and painting at Tashilhunpo Monastery even more. He does not belong to the rivers and lakes of fighting, killing, and cheating, and he does not want to be involved in the disputes of the rivers and lakes, and live this kind of twists and turns, peaks and turns, thrilling and strange life.

Guan Wen wanted to chase it, but there was no trace of it.

"The wind crane is dead, and the clue is broken." He looked down at his hands, which were only suitable for holding a paintbrush, and said to himself in frustration, "The murderer wants to kill him, right?"

Someone who knows too many secrets can put themselves in danger, and like Wind Crane, hiding is both her treasure and the source of her death.

"Hey, Guan Wen, how's it going?" A large group of people came around from the side, and the one running at the front was the old knife, and the flashlight in his hand shot directly at Guan Wen's face.

Guan Wen looked at this group of people indifferently, his will was depressed, and he didn't even bother to move to raise his hand to block the light.

"What happened? Where's Master Vulture?" Gao Xiang's voice also came.

Guan Wen shook his head, unwilling to answer these people's questions.

"Mr. Guan, what the hell is going on? Does it matter if you want it?" This is the voice of Baoling that Guan Wen wants to hear the most.

"I'm fine, but I didn't see the moment when the wind crane was cut throat. I guess someone killed the wind crane, and the vulture master chased him out. He replied in a low voice. The pillar of light was too dazzling, and he couldn't see where Baoling was, so he could only follow the sound and look over there.

Baoling sighed in regret and surprise: "It turned out to be ...... So?"

"What did Wind Crane say? Guan Wen, she must have said something to cause the killing, right?" Gao Xiang walked out of the crowd, his voice full of arrogant questioning.

"Really? If you ask like that, I have nothing to say. Guan Wen turned and walked back.

"Old Dao, you and Chizan search forward and pick up the Vulture Master." Gao Xiang raised his hand and commanded.

When Guan Wen walked by, Gao Xiang lowered his voice and sneered: "Hey, don't be afraid, we are here, we can guarantee your safety."

Guan Wen stopped, wanting to fight back against the other party, but suddenly deflated again, knowing that this kind of verbal battle was not interesting. Say a thousand things and ten thousand, everyone here is here for the great treasure, because of the alliance of interests, and in the end they will turn against each other because of interests.

"Mr. Guan, you are frightened." Baoling said.

Guan Wen turned his head and met Baoling's gentle gaze, and didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

Wind Crane is dead, and the murderer's throat-slashing knife is extremely sharp, cutting two-thirds of her neck, only half an inch, and is about to behead her.

Now, the crane was laid flat on a door, his blood drained, and he was left with a miserable dark purple wound.

Many people gathered around the stretcher, and the room was stuffed to the brim, and they all just stuck their heads out and watched, but no one could help the poor woman.

"Did Fuzo help her, or did he hurt her?" Guan Wen couldn't help but think so sadly.

Hiding and letting the wind crane come to Lhasa from the countryside, he was favored by the Red Flame Venerable, and then he was respected by everyone because of the knowledge in his mind. However, the gentleman is innocent and guilty, and it is precisely because of the "knowledge" in her mind that the murderer decisively cuts her throat and kills people to extinguish her mouth.

"What did she say?" Such a question came out of the mouths of different people, and the object of the questioning was only related to the text, because the Vulture Master was also missing.

Lao Dao and Chizan came back to report that they had searched all the houses, ruined narrows, and alleys within a radius of five kilometers, and found no trace of Master Vulture. Fortunately, everyone knows that Master Vulture is a master of martial arts, and he should be able to ensure his personal safety.

"We will bury Fenghe well, but the problem of hiding and excavating in her mind can only be entrusted to you." Red Flame Venerable patted Guan Wen on the shoulder and said.

Guan Wen smiled blankly and bitterly: "I can only do my best, although she said some things, but they are all the same as slush claws, and I am not too sure how to connect them."

"Sometimes, don't deliberately meditate, follow your heart, where your heart is directed, you want to be where you want." Venerable Chiyan said, "Actually, there are many things in this world that others tell you are always illusory illusions, and only by polishing your heart and eyes can you see the truth." In other words, it doesn't matter what the wind crane tells you, you have to follow your heart. Do you want me to prepare a quiet room for you, retreat and clear your mind, and help you calm the waves?"

Guan Wen seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and his mind seemed to be jammed with a mess, and he couldn't unravel it.

"No need, I want to go back to Tashilhunpo Monastery." He replied. In fact, he wanted to get away from this disturbing rivers and lakes, return to the cottage of the family hotel, and settle all his thoughts alone, think about it carefully, and see if he could bear the heavy trust of the Red Flame Venerable and the big man.

Venerable Red Flame glanced at the big man standing silently on the side, and nodded at the same time: "Okay, I'll send you back over there."

Guan Wen also had a request, but it was related to Baoling, and the Red Flame Venerable and the big man had no right to decide. He vaguely felt that Baoling's dream was related to the "knowledge of Tibet" in Fenghe's mind, but he hadn't figured out how to combine the specific plots.

"When are you leaving?" The big guy asked.

"Right now." Guan Wen replied.

"Okay, the car from Tashilhunpo Monastery will send you back." Said the big shot.

"Bury her well." Guan Wen stared at Fenghe's face for a long time.

He saw her dance, and he recognized the mysterious "knowledge" that stored in her mind, but he could not foresee the crisis that might happen to her, let alone save her life, so he could only watch her die silently.

The huge gap between life and death made him feel powerless that the sky was falling and all thoughts were lost.

"We will, take care." The big man walked over and patted Guan Wen on the shoulder from the other side.

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