There was silence all around, and the sound in the void just now was gone. Maybe there was no sound at all, it was just another "he" whispering in Lin Xuan's heart.

It was impossible for Lin Xuan to see every mandala in a short period of time to understand the meaning of each mandala, so he could only guard the "mandala" in his heart, maintain the motivation of self-cultivation, and not be disturbed by external demons. It is true that Buddhism says that "the devil is born from the heart", and everyone has a demon hidden in their hearts, just to see if it will be awakened. Then, when Lin Xuan sticks to his heart and resists the invasion of external demons, he can ensure that the inner demons are imprisoned and the enemy is not allowed to cooperate with the outside.

On the ground, the white lotus scattered everywhere and turned into a huge three-dimensional white lotus mandala, spread out on all sides of Lin Xuan. A long white staircase appeared at his feet, and the staircase turned out to be paved with white lotus.

Lin Xuan looked forward, the stairs went up step by step, and at the end was a magnificent palace.

The stairs were extremely long, almost more than a thousand steps, and the palace was extremely high, as if it had reached the depths of the black clouds.

Lin Xuan climbed the stairs, walking faster and faster. He had a vague feeling that all the riddles were about to be solved in the palace.

Halfway through, Lin Xuan stopped once and looked back into the distance.

"I don't see the ancients before, I don't see the people who come after, I think of the world and the world, and I cry alone." Only the Tang Dynasty poet Chen Ziang's "Song of Dengyouzhou" can depict Lin Xuan's mood at the moment. In that poem, the poet looks far away from the railing, hangs the past and hurts the present, leaves the world alone, is independent and vast, and groans with grief and indignation for not meeting talents.

Now, Lin Xuan is not afraid of the dangers ahead, and is bent on seeking answers, which is more positive and enterprising than the decadent lamentations of the ancients.

"I travel alone in a thousand mountains, I don't have to send each other!" He waved his sleeve into the distance.

"Leaving the plane" is his own decision, and if something happens, it has nothing to do with anyone else.

He remembered that Mr. Wei's eyes were full of helplessness and admiration.

As a famous ranger of the previous generation, Mr. Wei is already old, and his combat effectiveness, fighting spirit, and curiosity have been worn down by the years and no longer exists.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and a new generation replaces the old. This is the general law of history, and it applies everywhere. Therefore, Lin Xuan dared to take the risk of getting out of the plane, but Mr. Wei couldn't make this decision happily.

At all times, young people are the hope of the rivers and lakes and the most important driving force for social development.

Fearlessness, wisdom, and willingness are the psychological qualities that an excellent explorer must have, and aside from this, the so-called "explorer" is just a piece of paper.

"Empty talk will lead to mischief the country, but hard work will prosper the country" -- this is the motto that Chinese should most remember to establish one's life.

Lin Xuan felt that he had entered the world of painting, and everything under his feet was given by the mandala on the lotus petals.

He went up and looked up at the majestic palace, his heart filled with inexplicable joy. The second half of the palace was already hidden in the black clouds, but if you looked closely, it seemed that there were still hundreds of palaces in the clouds, extending backwards endlessly.

Lin Xuan quickened his pace and arrived at the door of the main hall.

The doorway had a two-foot-high threshold, and it would be difficult for ordinary people to step over.

Lin Xuan looked inside, his eyes were full of tall Buddha statues of various postures, divided into twelve columns, arranged towards the depths of the main hall, roughly counting, there were at least hundreds. In the middle of the adjacent Buddha statues, white prayer flags hang from the sky, and they are covered with golden ancient Sanskrit characters.

The clothing, faces, and postures of those Buddha statues were completely unfamiliar, and Lin Xuan could only identify them as gods in Tibetan Buddhism from their clothing, but he had never seen them in major temples.

Lin Xuan hesitated slightly outside the threshold: "What am I here for?" Seeking the right result, seeking the answer, exhausting all the confusion of the heart, so that life will no longer be confused and confused - is that so? What else? ”

When he got off the plane, he knew that many of the worries in his heart had been completely let go, and he was back on the road frankly. Being able to reach this state is probably also due to the loss of Donna.

Sometimes, love makes people die and live, and they can't live in pain; Sometimes, love makes people realize and wake up suddenly.

Undoubtedly, Lin Xuan belongs to the latter.

There was a flash of starlight in the depths of the hall, Lin Xuan was very alert, and immediately rushed forward with all his strength, chasing the starlight.

After running wildly for nearly ten minutes, a dark red ancient stone wall appeared in front of him, not as high as the top or as wide as the edge, which seemed to be the back wall of the hall.

He stopped, and saw that the starlight was coming from an oval mirror in the middle of the stone wall.

The mirror was ink-colored, presumably polished from ink-colored crystal, embedded in the stone wall, slightly recessed. There are two pieces of the same mirror, about one meter seven from the ground, an inch and a half apart from each other, which happens to be the position where an adult's eye can fit on.

The width of each piece of mirror is about two inches, the height is about one inch, and the tentacles are slightly cool, which can be seen to be an excellent crystal product.

Lin Xuan stared at the crystal for a minute, and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "What is this?" Isn't it just a pair of crystal sunglasses? ”

If this thing appeared in ancient times, the ancients could not explain it, and it would feel fresh and curious. But after 1900, people all over the world knew that there was such a thing as "glasses", and the wall was clearly embedded with two disassembled lenses. Modern technology can grind the lens into extremely thin lenses, excellent light transmittance, weight, feel, look and other data are also very ideal, and have become a must-have jewelry for models in major fashion festivals around the world.

Lin Xuan touched the lens with his index finger, and after confirming his judgment, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The hall was so empty that instead of resonating and echoing, there was a strong "sound absorption" that made his laughter dry and pale.

"Lenses...... Hahahaha...... Crystal lenses embedded in the wall...... Is it a prank? Did someone make a prank? Hahahaha...... "Laughter can give him courage, and it can also break the extreme depression he felt after entering the main hall, and his whole heart is quickly liberated from his confusion."

After laughing, the surroundings seemed even more silent.

The starlight was gone, and the stone walls were cold and lifeless.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and walked to the left along the stone wall. He hoped to find a portal here that could be passed, open it, and lead to the deeper depths.

In his expectation, he must be able to find something alive here, or an inscription, or a historical record, there must be some information that can reveal the secrets of the local area.

In fact, all explorers in the world have the same idea, at any time and in any place, they must exhaust the origin of one thing and see the most primitive and true true face. Only then can we conclude a matter in a real sense.

"That's right, I've been in Tibet for three years to put an end to this. Completely finished, leaving no future troubles. He let out a long sigh.

Of course, if the incident ends here, it doesn't seem to be what he envisioned, because many mysterious events do not yet have a reasonable explanation. For example, where did the tornado vortex he saw in the void and the sounds coming from the vortex come from? Could it really be that the gods watched humanity every step of the way in the Endless Void?

He expressed his skepticism, after all, he was exposed to Eastern materialism and idealism since he was a child, and there was still a layer of separation from the world of gods in European religions.

All the legends of Tibetan Buddhism are completely independent of Chinese and Western cultures, mysterious and obscure, and incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"What am I looking for?" He was tired of walking, resting against the stone wall for a while, pressing his hand to his chest and muttering to himself.

Or what he should ask is, what are Don Na, Tian Meng and the others looking for? What do the US 51 region and Russian spy organizations want? Going to the deepest part of history, what was the primary Nazi meta-weapon?

Compared to the vast starry sky of the universe, the earth is just a small land.

If there are gods above all human beings now, then in the vision of the gods, the earth is like a baseball, and humans are like ants, and life and death will not affect the world order of the gods.

Lin Xuan looked up, and the black sky was embedded with white lotus, once again forming a world of strong contrast between black and white.

He watched silently, and every name that had died in Tibet in this incident slowly came to his mind. People die like lights go out, and once these people die, then it is meaningless whether they were good or evil in life. Every life can turn into a white lotus, cleanse itself in the world of Dharma, and then return to zero and disappear.

In Tibetan temples, there are countless ever-bright butter lamps, which are lit all night and will not be extinguished for a hundred years.

Every time Lin Xuan saw that, he felt infinite emotion in his heart.

Among the dead, there were his enemies and his comrades, and all the souls flew into the sky in the light and smoke of the butter lamp, and disappeared without a trace.

"Donna, I wish you a bright future among the thousands of lotus flowers - if you meet in the next life, you can still remember me, I would like to drip blood three thousand times, thank the Buddha for his favor." He whispered softly, feeling cold tears run down his cheeks, moistening the Ranger's heart that had remained strong, hard.

Lin Xuan had seen such a stone wall in a Tibetan temple, each stone of the masonry wall was cut and polished with primitive tools, and each layer of stone was sandwiched with a handwritten charm of a high monk, blessed by the power of Buddhism, making this stone wall extremely strong and not falling down for thousands of years.

The stone was originally blue-gray, and the dark red color was the blood of countless pilgrims who painted the walls and deposited them year after year, and the blood gradually seeped into the stones, dyeing them dark red.

This change in color represents the devotion of the pilgrims, and it has also been remembered by countless generations that the power of the Dharma will be manifested in the world when sincerity is opened.

Lin Xuan stood in front of such an ancient stone wall, and his heart was extremely heavy, because this large area of dark red represented the sincere heart of the pilgrims.

The hearts of ordinary people are as low as fireflies, and the gods and Buddhas are like stars in the Milky Way, unattainable. However, every firefly will illuminate every inch of the world and become the cornerstone of social development.

Lin Xuan knew that no one who was high above could despise those who were humble and mundane, because since ancient times, water could carry a boat or overturn a boat.

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