Before Baoling could go far, Basang put the cloth bag on the table, unfastened the rope at the mouth of the bag, and took out a black wooden box one foot long, half a foot wide, and one inch high from inside.

Then, Basang Jiancuo closed the door with his hand and pointed to the wooden box: "Guan Wen, this is what the Tree Master of the Tantric Academy asked me to send, he has instructed, you don't have to say anything, you just need to open the box and understand."

"Tree Master?" Guan Wen was taken aback.

At this time, Basang Jincuo had time to wipe his sweat and nodded very solemnly: "That's right, it's the tree master, the tree master who has been in retreat since he was a child and has never been born. People have forgotten his real name and only named it after the big tree in his courtyard. He didn't know what he was looking for you for—in fact, I thought he had never left the gate of the retreat and cultivation hall at all, and had locked himself up there all his life, like a prisoner. ”

Guan Wen had heard about Master Tree when he first arrived at Tashilhunpo Monastery, a strange man who was willing to lock himself up in a small courtyard next to the Tantric Monastery. In the courtyard was planted an ancient tree with an unnamed trunk three meters in diameter, and its roots grew around the tree against the ground, climbing almost the entire courtyard.

In Chinese characters, a mouthful of wood becomes the word "sleepy", and it is this character where the tree master lives.

Neither tourists, pilgrims, nor monks from Tashilhunpo Monastery were willing to go to Master Lishu for fear of falling ill with unknown bad luck. Over time, everyone forgot that there was still such a "strange person" next to the Tantric Courtyard.

On the top of the box, the shape of a tree is marked with tongs. Because of the age, the burned area has changed from the initial burnt black to a light gray.

Guan Wen opened the white copper hook on the lid of the box and slowly lifted the lid, and a smell of old decay came to his face, making him frown involuntarily.

Basang was anxious and leaned his head into the box.

The inside of the box is lined with a layer of red silk, which has also changed from bright red to reddish-brown due to the passage of time. An irregular oval wooden plaque is laid flat in the box, about two inches at its widest point and more than an inch and a half at its narrowest point.

"What is this?" Guan Wen smiled bitterly.

"yes, what is this? Is the Tree Master playing a pantomime?" Basang was also stunned.

Guan Wen took out the wooden card and laid it flat on the table. The wooden plaque should be made of a section of the trunk of the tree, and the traces of the annual rings on it are very clear, with a total of fifteen circles, which means that when the wooden plaque is intercepted, it is exactly fifteen years old.

He looked at the wooden plaque, which was less than half an inch thick, and did not find anything peculiar about it itself, so he could only look at Basang Jincuo with a puzzled look: "Master Tree really said that I will understand when I open the box?"

Basang nodded firmly: "That's right, he told me personally, and said that as long as you have seen the box, he will follow me."

Guan Wen became more and more strange: "With you? Where to go?"

Pasang replied, "Go and see him at the Tantric Monastery."

The two of them looked at each other, not knowing what was wrong with the intermediate link and why Master Tree's words had not been fulfilled. Especially Guan Wen, he was extremely puzzled, and he looked at the wooden card more than a dozen times, but he couldn't find the secret. He hadn't seen Master Tree, and of course he wouldn't have rushed to the temple because of such a wooden plaque, after all, Baoling was still waiting for him to help.

"I think there must be a mistake." Guan Wen shook his head, put the wooden card back, and closed the wooden box again.

Basang was also a little deflated, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Why don't you go back and ask the Tree Master, who is the box for? I can't take other people's things and let you carry the black pot. Guan Wen said in a joking tone.

Basang hesitated for a few minutes, and suddenly asked, "Guan Wen, I suspect one thing...... Master Tree asked me to bring the box to you, perhaps because he thought you were a hidden master. ”

Guan Wen immediately shook his head: "How is it possible?"

Only people who have some kind of ideological connection with Tibetan temples, living Buddhas, Zen Buddhism, Tantric Buddhism, and Buddha statues can become Tibetan masters, and he comes from Jinan, Shandong, and there is no Tibetan blood in the blood relationship, how can he be lightly related to "hidden Tibet"? No matter what the Tree Master's intentions were, he was unwilling to mislead Basang so as not to delay the other party's time.

Basang sighed: "I'm just guessing, if you guess wrong, don't care."

In Tibet, the rumors and examples of "hidden treasurers" and "hidden treasurers" have not been broken, and several major Tibetan masters in modern times have excavated hundreds of lost classics for Tibetan Buddhism, which have human and material evidence. If it really is a hidden master, it will be a great honor.

"Why do you think that?" Guan Wen asked.

Just as he was about to put the wooden box into the bag, he suddenly felt a slight vibration of the wooden box in his palm, as if there was a strange force in the box that was expanding. In an instant, his mind suddenly heated, and he felt a feeling of drunken dizziness.

"Basan...... I think ......" He went limp, and the box fell off the table with a snapping sound.

The contemplative Basang Jiancuo was taken aback, and hurriedly pressed the boy, blamed and blurted out: "Guan Wen, you are too careless, Master Shu solemnly arranged for me to send the wooden box over, and asked me to hand it over to you, but you don't pay attention to it so much, it's really too much."

Guan Wen took a step back, and the soreness in his hands gradually receded.

"I just felt like something had changed in the box, so I'll open it up and study the wooden card again." He said.

Basang Jincuo lowered his face, didn't listen to Guan Wen's words, but put the wooden box into the bag: "It is said that Master Tree has been waiting for the arrival of a certain hidden master, and his life has been like a candle in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time and turn into ashes. I heard that he relied on the power of that ancient tree to live, and the masters in the temple all said that when a tree dies, people die, and when a tree dies, he and the life of the tree have become one. Since you're not the hiding master he said, forget it, I'll send him the wooden box back. There are so many things going on in the temple, and all the masters in charge are so busy that no one cares about the affairs of the hidden masters. ”

Guan Wen didn't insist anymore, and subconsciously asked: "What happened in the temple again?" If it's inconvenient, I won't go to the temple tomorrow to observe the sketching. ”

Pasang Zhencuo sighed: "There is indeed another strange thing that has happened, the body of Master Duji is gone."

This time it was Guan Wen's turn to be taken aback, and he couldn't help but drag it: "Gone?" What's going on?"

Pasang Chencuo tied the mouth of the bag and slowly explained: "The body of Master Duji was originally parked in the monk's house where he lived, waiting for the senior monks in the temple and the township cadres outside the temple to hold a memorial service. As you know, Guru Duji used his Jing Zhan medical skills to benefit the surrounding villagers, and many people spontaneously rushed to the monastery to see the Guru's face one last time. Therefore, after consulting with the people of the Civil Management Association, the temple temporarily left the Guru in his room, and sent two monks at the door to light the lamp at night to ensure that the Guru's soul would not be scattered with the wind. However, when he woke up this morning, he realized that there was only a brown pebble left under the blanket on the bed, and the body of the lama was gone. ”

Guan Wen immediately thought, "Did the master go away?"

Among the ten most insoluble mysteries in Tibet, the phenomenon of "rainbowization" is very puzzling. To put it simply, the so-called "rainbow" means that when a monk dies, it is not a simple end of life, but the god of jing flies away with a long rainbow, leaving only more or less Buddha relics. The ways in which they left this world cannot be explained from the point of view of physics, biology, and modern science. If Master Duji also "rainbowed" away, of course, the low-level monks outside would know nothing.

"I don't know, no one knows. The monks searched the temple and found no whereabouts. Actually, if you think about it, the Guru has passed away, so where can he go with such a physical body?" Basang smiled bitterly, picked up the bag, and prepared to turn around.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Old Dao and Chizan appeared side by side in the doorway.

"Give it to me." Chizan stretched out his hand and unceremoniously pointed to the bag in Basang Jincuo's hand.

"What?" Basang didn't understand. He was a monk in Tashilhunpo Monastery and had never seen the villagers so rude to the monks. According to the usual custom, pilgrims and villagers will be polite and respectful when they see the people in the temple, because in the eyes of these people, the monks are the servants of the Buddha, the people closest to the Buddha, and should be respected.

The old knife explained with a smile: "We want to see the contents of the bag, is it convenient?"

Basang Jincuo sneered and pressed the bag on the table: "You want to see it? It's better to die that heart. ”

Chizan strode forward, and when he came within three steps of Basang Jiancuo, the two suddenly exchanged lightning lights, and in about five seconds, each made five moves. Clearly, Chizan didn't take advantage, and blood slowly flowed from his nostrils as he staggered back. However, the old knife was quite sinister and cunning, and he killed from the oblique stab to Basang Jiancuo's side, with one hand in his jacket's arms, which should be holding a gun, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Basang Jiancuo's heart.

"Don't move, my gun will go off." The old knife said with a wicked smile.

"This is a few hundred meters outside the Tashilhunpo Monastery, do you dare to go wild like this?" Basang was a little annoyed, but he only moved his mouth, but he didn't do it.

"Of course I know, I'm not stupid." The old knife laughed in a low voice, snatched the bag from Basang Jiancuo's hand, and threw it to Chizan, "Open it and see what's inside?"

Chizan opened the bag, opened the wooden box again, and showed it to the old knife.

"What? Just a wooden sign?" The old knife was a little puzzled.

Guan Wen saw that something was slowly squirming on the annual ring line of the wooden card. He froze and looked intently, only to realize that it was a brown aphid.

"Bugs?" Guan Wen was sexually frightened.

"Bugs!" The old knife also discovered this strange phenomenon, and pinched the wooden card with one hand to look at it.

The insect was the size of a millet grain at first, but when it opened its body, Guan Wen found that the insect was about half an inch long, with countless pairs of feet under its body, like a red-headed centipede that was extremely thin. Soon, it stretched out and slowly walked on the wooden sign.

Although the insect is weird, but after all, it is just an insect, and the old knife can't see any clues, so he is a little disappointed, so he puts the wooden sign back in the box, retreats backwards, and motions to Chizan to return the wooden box to Basang to surrender.

"I'm sorry, I think it might have been a misunderstanding, but I didn't mean anything, I didn't have a gun in my pocket at all, I just gestured with my finger." The old knife was full of smiles, explained shamelessly, and lifted up the placket of his clothes to show Basang Jiancuo and Guan Wen.

Chizan placed the wooden box on the table and walked out as well.

"Don't make trouble here, this is also to meet me to talk, if you run into the monks in charge of security in the temple, you will be in big trouble." Basang issued a warning.

The old knife actually nodded his head without blushing and thanking him: "Thank you brother for your advice, I promise not to make an example."

This person is worthy of being an old man and an old fritter, and he actually called the monks in the temple brothers, and he didn't feel embarrassed.

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