That dream was very chaotic, and when Lin Xuan opened his eyes again, he found that the sky outside had darkened. Those things in his dreams gave him a headache.

"What time is it?" He raised his wrist to look at his watch, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, it turned out that he had spent four or five hours with Gesang in Dorje Tsomu.

At this moment, Dorjee Tsomu was pacing back and forth in the Scripture Pavilion, while Gesang was sitting at the table, holding a brush, and carefully writing the six-character Da Ming Mantra over and over again on the white paper. The room was quiet, except for the rustle of a brush brushing over mulberry paper.

"Her mind is complex, and I guess a tenth of it, the most superficial part. She can read the lips of others, Chinese, German, English, French and even Italian, but she does not understand Tibetan. Also, her heart beats at around forty beats per minute, and it can be inferred that she comes from a cold and dark place, like a plant with inky leaves, which minimizes its need for oxygen. Dorje Tsom introduced softly.

"Her hiding," Lin Xuan asked.

"Leave her here, let me try." Dorjee Tsom replied.

On the ground, around the wooden table used by Gesang, there were six sitting pods made of Tibetan silver in a hexagonal shape, each weighing hundreds of catties. On the surface of each pouf is a character from the six-character mantra, and between the strokes of the characters is a two-inch-deep groove, filled with hazel ghee.

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Master, you solved the big trouble for me."

With his current status, he really can't bring Gesang to live with him, which will only provoke a lot of cynicism, and even be expelled by the Tibetans in Xiongba Village.

"Lin Xuan, what do you think of what Luo Yuan said?" Dorjee Tsom asked.

Luo Yuan had chattered a lot, and Lin Xuan replied tentatively: "He said that he saw strange images on the plane, and there were many flaws, such as so many passengers were not interested in the images, only he couldn't help it?" Another example is that the signal of the aircraft is automatically blocked after the video is switched, and the tower of Singapore Airlines is not aware of it? His encounter with Dürer was also very dramatic, and this was for the first thing. Second, he said that there were submarines in Lake Laontso, and that they were German World War II submarines, which is even more nonsense. As far as I know, the deepest depth of the heart of the lake is more than 70 meters, and the depth of Laang Tso, as the sister lake of the former, is at least 60 meters, and it is almost impossible to probe the entire bottom of the lake with the strength of a few people. ”

Dorjee Cuom smiled bitterly: "Lin Xuan, I have been in Jiwu Temple for so many years, and I have heard thousands of versions of the absurd legends about the two lakes, but like what Luo Yuan said, it is far more than the thousands in front. As an excavator, I have to believe in even the most ridiculous parts of the world in order to open up my mind and rescue those who are tormented by 'hiding' or who are under too much mental pressure because of the teachings of 'hiding'. You are a doctor who heals the sickness of the human body, and I am also a doctor, who heals the sickness of the human mind. ”

Lin Xuan nodded, because Dorjee Tsomu had already said such things before.

"So, I have to save Luo Yuan." Dorjee Tsom sighed.

Lin Xuan suddenly realized: "Master, in many textbooks of Chinese medicine, there is a common name for Luo Yuan's example, which is called 'losing his heart and going crazy', which means that a person cannot live a normal life at all because of too many hallucinations in his brain, auditory hallucinations in his ears, and too many visual hallucinations in front of his eyes. Maybe Luo Yuan needs to see a psychiatrist? But we can wait until the expedition he invited arrives and shatters his vision, and maybe he'll calm down. ”

"Heartlessness" is an incurable mental illness that relies on high doses of sedative drugs to make the patient fall asleep and forget the chaotic world in his mind in his dreams. However, although Lin Xuan said so, what he saw Luo Yuan was quick thinking, clear speech, bold action, and bright heart, which was far from the state of a "heartless" patient.

Dorjee Tsomumo held the string of gray Buddha beads on his left wrist, frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and suddenly asked, "Lin Xuan, do you remember Sulumu?"

Lin Xuan immediately nodded: "Is it that Nepalese herdsman?" Remember. ”

Dorjee Cuom smiled: "Your memory is really good, the best Surum I have ever seen is in the Temple of Extreme Things now, but there is a new problem in his mind." This time it was nothing to do, but similar to Luo Yuan, who kept babbling about us that he had been to the Soviet Union ......"

Lin Xuan is very sensitive, because the country of the "Soviet Union" has disintegrated, and in the current international practice, Russia has replaced the former Soviet Union as one of the three superpowers in the world.

He thought that Dorjee Cuom was suffering from a momentary speech, but the latter stopped and looked at him with interest: "Lin Xuan, did you hear clearly?" Surum said he had been to the Soviet Union. ”

Lin Xuan smiled: "The Soviet Union has collapsed, and it has disappeared forever on the timeline of history, and it will no longer exist." He wanted to go there, unless he traveled back in time and time to before the disintegration of the great powers. ”

This explanation is unquestionable, because normal people can go to Russia or Ukraine, because it belongs to the vast and lonely former Soviet Union. However, normal people can only stand on the ground of the former Soviet Union, and only reach the former Soviet Union from the spatial axis, but cannot return to the Soviet Union again on the time axis.

Dorjee Tsom took a step forward, picked up a notebook from the shelf, flipped open the cover, and took out a piece of cut white drawing paper from inside.

On that piece of paper, a red flag was drawn, and the unique symbol on it was indeed a symbol of the former Soviet Union.

"Surum told me that a group of strangers had taken him from Kathmandu, blindfolded and wearing headphones, and had traveled for about five days and five nights in a car until he reached a very cold place. When he took off the blindfold, he saw a very dilapidated room, with the flag hanging on the front wall. He was told that he would immediately record the process of dreaming of his past life one by one, as well as the process of following the monks of Jiwu Temple and Rongbu Temple to the deep valley to rescue the strange man, without writing down a word. He couldn't help it, so he drew everything according to the other party's request. Dorjee Cuom pinched the piece of paper and showed it to Lin Xuan, "Look at this piece of paper, its material is very special."

Lin Xuan looked at it, remained silent, and waited for Dorjee Cuom to explain.

He has always believed in the phrase "what you know is not all you say, and what you hear is not all believed", because in the eyes of everyone, he is now just an ordinary doctor who came to Tibet to learn Tibetan medicine and Tibetan medicine. As a small person, you shouldn't see the special features of that piece of paper.

"This kind of paper, produced before the collapse of that great country, was quite expensive, and had many properties, such as writing with milk, and the handwriting disappeared when it dried; Dip it in tomato juice to write, it can fluoresce in the dark; When it is dipped in human blood or urine to write, it will be volatilized to the maximum, and the smell can cover a radius of two kilometers, indicating the direction of the searcher. Of course, it also has many special functions, which are unknown to the outside world, but only the user knows, such as the paper can be folded into a sharp, round, loose paper tube, and then put the quenched dart into it, it will immediately become a high-precision killing weapon, within fifteen meters of one hit kill. As far as I know, the paper is also capable of folding into improvised bullet launchers, which can last up to eight cycles. This magical paper, made by the former Soviet Union, was only provided to the KGB organization for use Surum, and when the other party was not paying attention, he stole half of the paper out. Dorjee Tsom said.

The peculiarity of that piece of paper is incomprehensible to ordinary people, because it is commonly used by international espionage organizations, designed by special people, customized by special factories, and its top-secret process is higher than that of the national currency manufactory. As for the cost, it is a staggering figure.

When Lin Xuan saw the piece of paper, he knew the authenticity at a glance. He thought that the Surum "hiding" incident was over, but he didn't expect to be associated with the Russians in the far north.

He sorted out his thoughts and asked sharply: "Master, do you mean that Surum was kidnapped by the KGB organization of the former Soviet Union, and the other party's target was directly aimed at the Everest glacier?"

Dorjee Tsom nodded and sighed a little uneasily: "Surum is an honest Nepalese herdsman, if he is not troubled by 'hiding', he can marry a wife and have children peacefully, reproduce offspring, and be a submissive citizen forever." Now, his life has been completely turned upside down. I've been reflecting on it lately, was it right to help him discover the 'hidden' in his mind? Or is it wrong? Like now, if Gesang has a 'hidden' in her mind, should I help her find out?"

Gesang was still practicing calligraphy stroke by stroke, his eyes were simple, his expression was calm, and he didn't know what Lin Xuan and Dorje Cuom were discussing.

Lin Xuan was asked by the other party's words, because no one, including the senior monks of Tibetan Buddhism, had ever reflected on this issue. In the eyes of the senior monks, since the "hidden" is deliberately left to future generations by the predecessors, it must be unearthed in order to live up to the sincere teachings of the predecessors.

In all the excavation stories and news reports, they have exaggerated how important the "hidden" materials have been excavated, how many gaps in the history of Tibetan Buddhism can be filled, and so on. Whether their lives have changed for the better or for the worse, no one cares, no one cares.

Lin Xuan stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed deeply to Dorjee Cuom respectfully.

"It's ...... What's wrong? What do you mean?" Dorjee Cuom asked in surprise.

"The master's heart is truly compassionate and kind, and he does not consider how much his reputation will be improved by digging up a 'hidden treasure', but always thinks about others. I bow this to thank you for Gesang and the others. Lin Xuan explained.

Today, everyone is impetuous, and the ability to maintain a normal heart, not greedy, not admired, and only quietly do what they should do is worthy of the admiration of all people.

Dorjee Cuom smiled bitterly: "I just do what I have to do, and I don't dare to go beyond the rules for fame and fortune."

Lin Xuan looked at Gesang, and his mind repeatedly remembered what the dead man had said on the shore of Laangcuo Lake. The strange scars on the man and the horse made him haunt him.

"Master, you're still not sure if Gesang has a 'hidden' in his head, are you?" He asked.

Dorjee Tsomu nodded frankly: "Yes, but her appearance is very strange, and I need to observe for a few more days before I can draw conclusions."

Lin Xuan swallowed his saliva and swallowed back the words that had reached his throat. Since Gesang can stay in the Jiwu Temple for a long time, he can really rest assured.

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