The big man paced around the mandala in thought, turned around more than thirty times, and suddenly raised his head upward, letting out a series of shouts like dragon chanting and tiger roaring.

In an instant, people came out of the holes, and no matter whether they were in a low or high place, they all jumped over the railing and fell to the square like meteors.

The big man first repeated the following in Chinese, then in Tibetan, Hui, Mongolian, and English: "The witch is no longer under the seal of the mandala, the joint action of the former Tubo King and the two princesses of the Tang Dynasty and Nepal has failed, and the local demon suppression circle has lost its meaning, everyone has stopped acting and is waiting for the next new demon suppression plan."

The monks, dressed in shabby clothes and with dark faces, listened quietly, and did not blow up the camp as soon as they heard the bad news, as ordinary people do.

Guan Wen knows very well that these are the real wise men of all ethnic groups, with a lofty ideological realm, which is not comparable to ordinary people.

"What evidence?" Someone asked, it was the thin old monk in the first hole.

The big man shook his head and pointed at Guan Wen: "There is no evidence, but the two of us can feel it."

The man took a step forward and stared at Guan Wen's face, the two gray eyes sunken in their sockets kept turning. The big man said that he could not see and could only act by hearing.

"You are wrong, there is a soul enchantment of three thousand volt demons under the mandala, and the witch can't get out." He said bitterly. Now, he doesn't speak Tibetan, he uses Chinese.

This is actually easy to understand, the true wise man knows everything, and any language can be easily used. Even if it is a more profound unique communication method such as his heart and voice, they also have a lot of knowledge. Otherwise, how can he be worthy of the name of "wise man".

"Master Cheng—" The big man spoke, but was stopped by the other party waving his hand violently.

"I heard the witch's terrible scream...... For so many years, that voice has been there. You say, she's gone, so who's calling? As I said earlier, the Demon Protector's Soul Barrier is like an endless spider web, no matter how fast or far she runs, no matter what xenomorph changes she unfolds, she can't break through the barrier. The strength of the Three Thousand Volt Demon Master is unimaginable. To this day, I can still feel the existence of that web of enchantment. That Master Cheng didn't save the slightest face for the big man, he just listened with his ears pricked up, and said while listening, his expression was extremely blank.

The others listened, meditated, or meditated, and none spoke.

"She's really gone." Guan Wen said.

Master Cheng shook his head slowly: "Young man, your conclusions are too hasty. You must know that the Mani wall, mandala, and enchantment here bear the heavy responsibility of suppressing demons together, and every step we take forward will affect the safety of the world. You don't live for yourself, you live for thousands. So many innocent lives thrive on this pristine plateau, and no one has the right to deprive them of their lives. You and I can't, and neither can the witch. ”

Guan Wen sighed, knowing that with his status and eloquence, it would be difficult to convince this stubborn old monk. Except for what happened today, that is, until today, he had been a painter who had been stationed outside Tashilhunpo Monastery, and he was allowed to enter and leave the monastery with the permission of the temple administrator. He is a small man, especially in front of these wise men, who has no status, let alone authority.

The big man smiled bitterly: "Guan Wen, what happened today, I have repeated it decades ago, it's useless."

Guan Wen took a step forward and stood in the middle of the circle. The ground was hard, but he clearly felt the soles of his feet empty, as if he was on a high hanging rope.

He slowly looked around at the dull-faced old monks, and finally his gaze fell on the faces of the big people: "However, there must always be someone who defends the world to do something that others are unwilling to do, and bears responsibilities that others cannot bear, and that is what the big man and the big hero do."

The big man smiled bitterly again: "Guan Wen, this is a life-and-death gamble, because to this day, even I can't judge whether my original idea was right or wrong?" You know? Once the soul barrier of the three-thousand-volt demon master is opened, the consequences are unpredictable to anyone. ”

Guan Wenchang took a breath: "If I were you, follow your heart - do whatever you want." However, I'm not a big person, I'm just a small person from other places, who has the heart to kill thieves and has no power to return to heaven. ”

The big man frowned, suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed, suddenly lowered his head and thought, and finally slapped his palm, and made up his mind: "Master Cheng, I use my life as a guarantee that the witch is indeed gone." We might as well vote on the spot, and if there is a majority of those who agree, we will open the mandala seal and send someone down to inspect it. ”

As soon as these words came out, Master Cheng's face suddenly changed greatly.

Without waiting for others to make a difficulty, the big man let out a long roar: "I swear, if this decision is wrong, I will judge myself on the spot and use my heart to make up for the gap exposed by the soul enchantment."

Master Cheng stomped his feet: "You...... How dare you make such a decision? It's really ...... It's ......."

Suddenly, an old monk on the right side spoke: "I know that I don't have to live until this fall, but in my sect, the talents are withering, the disciples are lost, and no one can take my place." Therefore, there will definitely be flaws in our demon circle, either this year or next year, and it will definitely collapse and disperse. At that time, all the Mani walls, mandalas, and soul enchantments will cease to exist and will be reduced to nothing. The long pain is better than the short pain, now open the mandala and look at the situation below, it's a big deal to use our demon circle to die with the witch, it's better than slowly ......dying of old age in this dark underground well."

Three or four others echoed his words, and then raised their hands: "We agree to open the mandala seal."

Soon, the old monks automatically divided into three groups, one group stood on the side of the big man and Guan Wen, one group stood beside Master Cheng, and the other group withdrew from the Mani wall, claiming neutrality and waiting to see what happened.

The number of people in the three groups is basically the same, and including Guan Wen, the number of people on the big man's side is only one more than that of Master Cheng. In other words, Guan Wen became the last straw that broke the camel's back, because of his deposit, the decision to open the mandala seal was carried out.

"Master Cheng, according to what I said, open the mandala." The big man pulled Guan Wen back, left the mandala, and retreated outside the Mani wall.

The rest of the people also withdrew, leaving only Master Cheng standing by the mandala.

"Remember the Tibetan conversation I had with Master Cheng when we first came down? The witch is still not there, and he has no bottom in his heart. Aside from the witch's screams, he didn't receive any useful news at all. But we know that the propagation of sound waves in the long and narrow channel can be infinite, so the ancients had the saying that 'the echo of the empty valley travels thousands of miles'. The big man's brows have wrinkled into big bumps, and the five fingers of his right hand have turned into a crane's beak and hoe gestures, constantly "pecking" his temples. This kind of stimulation can keep him awake at all times, so that he can think more clearly about these entangled problems.

Guan Wen nodded, it seems that the witch is alive, there is no doubt about it.

Having said that, if the three big names of Princess Wencheng, Songtsen Gampo, and Princess Chizun could completely kill the witch, there would be no need to bother building any demon suppression temple, and history would have changed "demon suppression" to "demon extermination".

Thinking like this, Guan Wen was cold to the bone, directly cold to the inside of his internal organs.

Master Cheng suddenly turned around and pointed at the big man: "If I have something, the great cause of demon suppression in the future will be handed over to you." As demon masters, we live not for personal honor and disgrace, life and death, but for the peace and happiness of all mankind. As a descendant of the 3,000 Demon Master of Wagangzhai, the only purpose for which I came to this world is to subdue the Demon Guardian and uphold justice. My death is no different from the life and death of a speck of dust in the universe, but you must know that the death of each and every one of us should be due to the death of the demons, and nothing else. ”

He was so old and skinny that he didn't seem to have enough frame and strength to support the equally thin head. However, when he told the big man with righteous and stern words, the righteous aura exuded from his body made Guan Wen sincerely admire.

"I remember." The big man bowed deeply.

Master Cheng walked around the mandala, leaned over suddenly, put his palms against the face of a Buddha statue, and his body instantly stood upside down. When he swung his waist and legs with all his might, the whole mandala spun silently. After three consecutive spins, Master Cheng let out a loud shout, flipped in mid-air, and dragged up the circular ground with the mandala and threw it aside.

In the center of the original circle, a dark hole with a diameter of three steps appeared, and a two-foot-wide stone staircase extended downward at an angle of forty-five degrees.

"I'll go down, and you wait." Master Cheng said.

The big man jumped into the Mani wall and said loudly: "Master Cheng, I'll go, you stay and preside over the overall situation of the Demon Circle."

Master Cheng shook his head: "No, our group of demon masters are all old, and this is everyone's final destination." I hadn't planned to go out again since I walked in. You are different, there are so many things waiting for you to deal with, Tibetan Buddhist disciples believe in you and support you, you must lead them to a bright destination. Everyone is alive and is a candle that can be lit, and different candles have different functions. You must live well, for truth and justice. ”

He pushed the big man away, and a man staggered forward towards the entrance of the cave.

Guan Wen couldn't press the blood surging in his chest, and strode over and followed Master Cheng.

"Young man, don't you know that to enter the leylines is to send you to death?" Master Cheng asked sharply.

Guan Wenbao smiled: "A wise man like you can face death calmly, I am a small person, for this world, one more is not more, one less is not too much, even if it is sent to death, what does it matter?"

The wrinkles on Master Cheng's face trembled, and he looked at Guan Wen intently.

"You can see that, right?" Guan Wen asked with a smile.

"Of course I can see, but I don't want my mind to be led astray by vision, so I close my eyes and don't look at everything, but only by hearing." Master Cheng's eyes rolled, and the gray color disappeared, replaced by black and bright eyes.

Guan Wen was inspired by this sentence, and instantly realized: "It turns out that I don't need to look, I only use my thoughts and perceptions to paint, and I also follow the cognitive method of this Master Cheng." If you don't look at it, your thoughts will not be disturbed, and you will be able to get correct feedback from the outside world, which is more concrete and profound than ordinary people's cognition. ”

He looked back at the ground outside the mandala, and there were all kinds of words and symbols carved on it, which were intricately overlapping and densely packed, making people dizzy and dizzy. If ordinary people come here, they can't even see with their eyes, and they just desperately translate and study those words, but forget to read the things on the back of the words.

In the touch, he read the "heart" of the three thousand volt magicians. After arriving in Tibet, the demon master Guò observed and explored the witch, and had long realized that the witch could not be killed, so he could only use a special method to seal her at the bottom of the Potala Palace, and then use the temple to suppress her to ensure that it could not come out and harm the world. This was a stopgap measure, but it was not easy to do in the complex Tibetan environment at the time.

"Let's go, come on, young man, I'll take you to see the soul enchantment of the Three Thousand Volts Demon Master of the Tang Dynasty-" Master Cheng said proudly.

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