"Master." Guan Wen bowed deeply respectfully.

Master Sancher did not look up, closed the tattered old parchment book, was silent for a while, and suddenly began to hum in Tibetan. His teeth had all been lost, and his lips were leaking with air, and he was very unclear.

Guan Wen listened quietly, trying to discern the meaning of the other party's humming, and roughly translated, the meaning is as follows: "The reincarnation of Nisseri Mountain turns and turns, those who come come and go, and those who die die and live lives, just like the dust on the prayer wheel is swept and fallen and swept again." The vultures took away the flesh and blood of the heroes, and left behind the legends of the heroes, which floated to the Tashilhunpo Monastery, and the sound of chanting called his soul......"

His singing voice was muddy and sounded extremely uncomfortable, but when Guan Wen listened patiently, his thoughts became extremely calm, and he gradually forgot about the qiē outside the house.

Master Sancher casually pointed to the felt carpet on the ground, motioned for Guan Wen to sit down, without raising his eyelids, and continued to sing:

"The hero can't resist the dark knife in the back,

No matter how high you fly, you can't escape the flying arrows.

The blood of the heroes stained the cliffs of Mount Niseri,

His lover also became the fruit of victory for the enemy.

History flows like a cycle,

The ballads of rap artists have been sung from ancient times to the present day,

mourning the souls of the dead one by one......"

Guan Wen sat down slowly, staring at each other quietly.

Master Sancher's face was wrinkled and his complexion was dark and yellow, which should have been caused by years of not being exposed to the sun. His eyes were open, but he couldn't see the black pupils, and his eyes were completely dead gray.

When he had finished singing, he opened the parchment again. He was blind, and although he maintained a reading posture, he could not see a single word.

"Master." After a long silence, Guan Wen called again.

Master Sancher finally raised his head and looked at Guan Wen blankly.

"My master summoned me, what is my teaching?" Guan Wen asked.

"There is no need to be summoned by others, and those who are lost in reincarnation will come here by themselves, just like a sheep chasing water and grass, and a vulture chasing a wild deer. I don't know why you're here or who you are. When the oil is burned, I'm leaving. Master Sancher said to himself.

Guan Wen playfully understood this sentence, turned his head to look at the big vat, and the ghee had indeed bottomed out.

"What he wants to hear is the story of heroes." Caidan Dajie said.

"He has to say it himself, and what others say doesn't count. You listen to yours, he listens to him, and rap artists' tunes are only sung to the most suitable people. Master Sancher replied.

Rap artists are one of xizàng's top 10 mysteries, and among all rap artists, those who can rap multiple titles often call themselves "divinely gifted", meaning that the stories they tell and sing are God-given. These people often claim to have had a mysterious dream in their childhood, in which they received the will of God or King Gesar, and then fell seriously ill, and after they were sick or recovered, they were able to open the wisdom method of rapping Gesar through chanting and praying by the lama, and from then on they could rap. In Tibetan areas, some uneducated teenagers are able to rap and sing long epics of millions of words without a teacher after recovering from a serious illness, a mysterious phenomenon that cannot be explained to this day.

Guan Wen bowed his head reverently: "Master, I am the one who is lost in reincarnation, please give me advice and solve the doubts in my heart."

Master Sancher was silent for a while, then began humming again. This time, the content he hummed was no longer an ethereal philosophical poem, but was interspersed into a concrete story, the content of which was as follows-

"Once upon a time, the prince of the Snow Mountain Kingdom was handsome, powerful, and wise, and he was tasked with slaying the Rakshasa Witch. In order to gain the strength of the brave, he went down the snow-capped mountains and came to Katse, where he worshipped the high monks of Tashilhunpo Monastery as his teacher, and solemnly swore that he was willing to sacrifice his life to get rid of demons. All the wise men gathered together to discuss the plan to exterminate the demons, and the prince was willing to assist the monks to enter the bottomless black hole, give up their lives, and face off against the Rakshasa witch. The prince's lover was reluctant to part, so he asked the prince to meet for the last time on the cliff of Mount Niseri, but he did not expect that the place where they met became an ambush circle for the enemy. The prince was tied to an iron pillar and subjected to the torture of a thousand knives, and his once good brother tore off his mask and became a hideous devil in the blink of an eye. The prince died miserably, but his lover disappeared into thin air, leaving only the remains of the prince's blood on the cliff. When the news reached the Snow Mountain Country, the whole country mourned, and gathered 7,000 warriors to avenge the prince, but they were ambushed by the devil and all the 7,000 warriors were destroyed. The devil hid in Mount Niseri, waiting for the witch to be resurrected and reborn. The cycle of history turns and turns, and there is no news of the hero's descendants, and when the well water of Mt. Nisseri turns red, the resurrection of the witch is about to arrive......"

This story can be linked to Fenghe's "Zhizang" and Baoling's dream, which is not only a legendary story of a rap artist, but also a historical fact that really happened.

Guan Wen remembers that before he went to see the Tree Master for the first time, there was indeed an incident of the well water turning red. If it is confirmed by Master Sancher's humming, perhaps the Rakshasa Witch is in the process of being resurrected.

"This is the story of the hero's death, although many people think that it is just a legend of chasing the wind and shadows, but we all know that it really happened on the guillotine cliff. Guan Wen, the pursuit of truth and the defense of demons is not only a slogan, but also a real dedication. Are you ready?" Caidan Dajie asked in a low voice.

Guan Wen clenched his fists and replied solemnly, "It's ready."

"Many people have said the same thing, but those people have disappointed the Tree Master, including Bing Qiuhan. I'm really worried that you're going to be the second him. Caidan Dajie raised his head and stared at the slightly fluttering butter lamp.

There is not much oil in the tank, and the light will go out at any time.

"Why? Is it because of Baoling?" Guan Wen asked.

Caidan Dajie nodded: "Yes."

Master Sancher's hum rang out again:

"A man came from the East,

His brushes are attached to the soul of God.

The sacred tree of Tibet beckons his heart,

He has the mission of the future on his shoulders.

He riri night and night hard to learn to paint,

The mandala of the pen has changed into a huge world,

It's just one step away from success,

But he met the woman he loved.

That beautiful woman made him forget jì a qiē,

Putting down the pen and paint, he walked out of the yard.

They met on high cliffs,

Both of their minds became like a snow lotus.

This is a mistake made by God,

They can't control their own desires,

Falling in love can't help yourself.

The woman disappeared at dawn,

The men of the East also left the temple.

Those who come from the East will return to the East,

Like the waters of the sea become rivers,

And to return to the sea like ......."

"What about the letter?" Caidan Dajie stretched out his hand.

Guan Wen took out the letter sent by the young monk and handed it to Caidan Dajie.

"This is the last moment—" said Caidan Dajie in a low voice, pulling out the letter paper, "Master Sancher is singing the story of Bing Qiuhan and Poly Franc. He has wandered in Tibet for many years, and has seen too many joys and sorrows between good men and women. Among tens of millions of people, he only remembered the relationship between Bing Qiuhan and Polygzo. The child in the painting is the Basang of the Ri today. Basang is a good man, and his original intention is nothing more than to open the portal to the black hole and seek the greatest breakthrough in his cultivation. ”

"The cyan dragon soars in the southwest sky,

Its minions have been opened,

But it was not to bring rain and blessing to the people.

It will break through the peaks of Mount Nisser,

emits the black light of the witch,

Where the black light goes,

People lose their wisdom and their souls.

I see that heroes are about to appear,

The hero knocked the dragon to the ground,

His bravery is as invincible as King Gesar,

His wisdom is incomparable to that of the three thousand fairy of the sacred mountain.

I saw that everyone in Tibet was singing his name,

The witch was crushed to pieces at his feet......"

Master Sancher hummed high and low, and his hands slapped against the side wall in a rhythmic "pop" sound.

"That's you, right?" Caidan Dajie stared into Guan Wen's eyes.

Guan Wen was a little ashamed, because he wanted to take on the important task of "eliminating demons", but he couldn't find new clues, and he was confused about the future.

There was a crackling and a soft sound from the wick, a sign that the lamp was about to run out.

Caidan Dajie brought the letter paper close to the lamp, and the paper with an old and a young, a man and a woman quickly burned.

"Master Sancher, how did the story of Bing Qiuhan and Poly Franc begin and end? Please be explicit. Guan Wen asked.

Master Sancher asked blankly, "What?"

Guan Wen repeated, and Master Sancher shook his head: "I only sing my story."

Guan Wen smiled bitterly, he understood the subtext of the other party's answer - "I only sing my story, I only say what I see, but I don't delve into the reasoning." ”

So, he can only guess and infer from Master Sancher's rap, and he can't get ready-made answers.

"Master, black holes have existed for hundreds of years, and we can't do anything without new clues. Remember? Gao Xiang mentioned brute force and wanted to use explosives to blow up the portal into the underground. Perhaps, that was the last resort after all the desperation. Forgive me for being stupid, and I still can't understand the mystery of black holes. Guan Wen admitted his defeat.

Last night, half-asleep, he had racked his brains to make countless conjectures, and then denied them one by one.

"That's definitely not going to work." Caidan Dajie shook his head, "Even if you use tons of explosives to flatten Mount Niseri, you won't get anything, because the predecessors have already conceived this plan, and it has been verified several times, but it has been fruitless." ”

In fact, everyone can imagine that the Niseri Mountain and Tashilhunpo Monastery have been stored for so long that treasure hunters have tried everything they need to try.

"I-" Guan Wen stopped again, and for a moment he had a splitting headache. He has long known that if he wants to be a hero of the world, he has to endure more, so heroes have no time to pity themselves, they will always shed blood without tears, dedicate themselves, and become the whole world. So, should he leave a place for Baoling in his heart? If you have this kind of selfishness, will you never be able to reach the realm of selflessness in "eliminating demons and defending the way"?

"Let's go, it's time." Master Sancher sat up and folded the parchment.

Guan Wen's heart tightened: "Master, where are you going?"

Caidan Dajie's expression became extremely gloomy: "I am the last disciple of Master Tree, and I am responsible for guarding the remains of that feather worm. Now that the remains have been shattered, the houses have fallen and the trees have been destroyed, my mission has been accomplished, and I should leave Tashilhunpo Monastery. I made an agreement with Master Sancher ten years ago that once the giant tree was destroyed, I would travel with him all over the world and become the successor of rap artists, trekking through mountains and rivers, and never stopping. ”

Guan Wen smiled bitterly: "But Master, the matter of eliminating demons has not yet come to fruition, so you left like this, are you worthy of Master Shu's teachings?"

Caidan Dajie suddenly laughed: "You are wrong, what Master Tree asked me to do, I have already done." In the teachings of Tibetan Buddhism, a practitioner can do whatever wisdom he has, neither transgressing nor retreating. Just like back then, the wisdom of the tree master could only do the work of retreat, seclusion, and secrecy, so he took up his own burden without hesitation, instead of competing with other wise men to enter the black hole. ”

Guan Wen chewed on the six words "do not overstep, do not retreat", and suddenly understood.

"Let's go." Master Sancher reminded again.

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