The sniper fired five shots in a row, and all five bullets hit the lying cow-shaped stone, and sparks flew and stung Ding Jun's eyes. If it weren't for his quick response, the two would have been shot and ghosted.

"The enemy is four hundred meters away, in the direction of nine o'clock, too greedy and arrogant, so he will fire five shots in a row. It seems that as long as we don't die, he will continue to follow until he achieves his goal. I don't want to kill, and I don't want everyone to be killed together, so I have to do something. In this way, you hide here for half an hour and then go out, and we will meet in the small courtyard of Torin Temple. Ding Jun said.

Fang Qing smiled and nodded: "You should have been like this a long time ago."

Ding Jun smiled bitterly: "I thought that after leaving the battlefield, I wouldn't have to kill people, but God didn't fulfill people's wishes, so I could only protect myself." Ashamed, ashamed. ”

He pushed away the pistol that Fang Qing handed over, took a deep breath, and rushed out to the side and back.

The real battle of the master does not rely on any weapon, because the use of any weapon, whether it is the bullet or the sword swing, will give the enemy a gap to see the move. Therefore, the highest level of confrontation and murder is no moves, no knives and guns, no gaps, and it is impossible to prevent it.

Ding Jun doesn't like to kill, he wants to make a move, he just wants to live well.

Five minutes later, he was close to the outer wall of Torin Temple, seventy paces from where the sixteen Vajra dancers were. He realizes that the sniper is also moving rapidly after firing the gun, and the target is the Vajra Dancing Girl mural.

Ding Jun stopped and took a deep breath. The strange smell of sandalwood and ghee wafts through the wind, which is unique to Tibetan Buddhist monasteries, and the smell of it makes people feel awe. If people do not have this kind of "awe" from the heart, they will never understand Tibet and will never be able to integrate into Tibetan culture.

It suddenly occurred to him that like Shi Miaoshou and the like, they were just relying on Buddhist temples to cover up their despicable purposes. It is those people who defile this pure land. On the other hand, I went all the way into Tibet and rushed to the Torin Monastery for the purpose of transporting the ashes of Shihai, wouldn't I also fail Tibet and the morning bell and dusk drum of the Torin Monastery?

Thinking like this, he had an epiphany in an instant, and immediately sweated. "Persistence" is a good thing, but "too persistent" has become obsessive, stepping into the stupid realm of "a leaf obstructing the eyes, not seeing Mount Tai". As an elite of the special forces, he only sees a certain side of the world, has a narrow vision and shallow thinking, and it is no wonder that he is criticized by the outside world as a killing machine. After he quit the special forces, he entered a semi-secluded state, often reflecting on his life, but thinking too much about it, and instead fell into more complex entanglements.

Now, he suddenly woke up and instantly understood: "Without awe, without a prostrate posture, without an open-minded mentality, you can't recognize yourself and the world." If I feel that the path I have taken is more or less wrong, why not start over? Why not leave the past behind and start from scratch? As long as you really want to change your life, it's never too late to start. Chaowen said, it's okay to die at night, isn't this the truth?"

Before he knew it, tears welled up silently in his eyes and fell to the bluestone slab ground at his feet. As a result, he felt that the smell of sandalwood and ghee carried by the wind became incomparably more intimate, and smelled better than the best perfume in the world; The chanting sound from the main hall everywhere became like a heavenly Sanskrit singing, which was wonderful and beautiful, and when it came into the ears, I suddenly felt that every pore of my body was extremely ironed.

"This is the true joy of life," he said, looking down at his hands, the ten fingers that had pulled the trigger to kill people and slashed the throats of his enemies, but for now, he only wanted to use them to read Buddhist scriptures or add ghee to the bronze lamps in the temple.

When the wind blows, his body seems to have merged with the ancient Torin Temple and this plateau land, pampered and forgotten, transcendent and detached.

"Squeak", a sharp and rapid whistle sounded, and then Ding Jun heard the subtle sound of someone quickly installing a firearm in two directions at ten o'clock and one o'clock.

"Thirty steps, seventy steps, one person each, the method of controlling the gun is different, the gunner who is close is frizzy and flustered, and the gunman who is far away is calm and ruthless." While thinking about the above two points, Ding Jun crossed the courtyard wall, crouched down and walked forward, crossing seventy steps in five seconds to reach the gunman's vicinity.

Soon, he saw the gunman, crouched behind a plaque in a temple, curled up, preoccupied with his aim.

"If you kill him, you will pollute the pure land of Buddhism in Torin Temple." Ding Jun has Xu Qian.

Suddenly, two people slowly paced around the corner of the wall in front of them, only ten steps away from Ding Jun.

"True practice is not burning incense and praying, nor is it reading the scriptures. Cultivation is about the behavior and etiquette on the outside, but more importantly, it is the heart in the body. The white-eyed monk who walked in front frowned slightly and whispered a warning.

"Yes, what the master said is that in this regard, Tibetan Buddhism and Chinese Buddhism have the same purpose, which is to cultivate the mind as the main thing, and the practice is supplementary. Only a great spiritual enlightenment will bring about changes from the inside out. During my visit just now, I saw that the spirituality of the disciples in the temple was uneven, and less than one-tenth of them were able to break through this realm. This also confirms the truth that 'there are very few monks who have attained the Tao'. Thank you, Master, for taking the time out of your busy schedule to guide me to visit the Torin Temple, and thank you very much. The other middle-aged man in a black suit with his hair meticulously combed back echoed.

The white-eyed monk nodded: "Very good, cultivation is originally a hard work, and it is already a miracle that one in ten thousand people can succeed." Mr. Yao, you talk slowly, it's time for me to do my homework. ”

Ding Jun and Mr. Yao looked at each other, and suddenly felt that the smile in the other party's eyes was gentle and kind, so he also squeezed out a smile and nodded to the other party.

When the white-eyed monk left, Mr. Na Yao paced over and stretched out his right hand to Ding Jun: "This brother, if we can meet in Torin Temple, there must be some kind of fate." Meet me, my surname is Yao, and my brothers call me Mr. Yao. ”

Ding Jun also stretched out his hand to shake it, only to find that the other party's hand was as cold and hard as iron, and the five fingers were like carefully crafted steel hooks, revealing the chill of Sensen.

"My name is Ding Jun." Ding Jun introduced himself neither humbly nor arrogantly.

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