"The Yellow Sect and the Red Sect have been in history (2,000 words are omitted below, you don't want to see historical sectarian disputes, skip it directly, and go to the topic. www.biquge.info...... "The old monk is still very talkative, and he will tell the history of the Yellow and Red Sects clearly.

But I'm not here to listen to this, I have tried to endure a long period of boring historical knowledge, including the names of several Tibetan Buddhist masters, all of which are so awkward that I can't tell who is who.

This old monk's eloquence is still good, he can actually tell the whole period of history, and also carry the year, the year of Tibet is different from ours, I don't know when it is, anyway, I don't care about those, I listened to this paragraph with a blank expression.

Then I said, "Didn't you hear that there is also a name called the Yellow Sect founded by Hui Hui?" Why isn't it in what the master said? ”

"It was a heretical cult, not the authentic sect of Tantra, so there was nothing wrong with him in the development of the Tantric sect." The honest monk said.

"Whether it's good or bad, it's all exploring the path of the development of the sect, and we shouldn't abandon any heresies, everyone is exploring the path, maybe people have gone farther, so they are not accepted by the Tibetans, but they are also working hard for the development of the Esoteric sect." Mr. Yuan said.

"What this gentleman said is true and even reasonable, but on the road of sect development, some people embark on the evil path, not by cultivating to influence people's hearts, but by means to buy people's hearts, people come with profit, and they return to profit, so those means are not reliable after all, so that is heresy, and it cannot be bleached in the public, so it is heresy." The honest monk said.

"So what is Huihui's fate? What happened to his teachings? I asked.

The honest monk was just about to talk about the legend of Hui Hui, and a little lama ran over and said that there was a rich businessman who wanted to donate money to discuss the construction of the monastery, and the honest monk immediately smiled, saying that he had something to deal with, and it was not convenient to accompany the guests, so he invited us to take care of ourselves, and then went out with the little lama.

I secretly scolded in my heart that the rich merchant had come at an inopportune time, but I didn't force the honest monk to speak.

"Life is not going as expected, nine times out of ten." I say.

"Maybe we can wait, we still have a lot of time." Mr. Yuan didn't look anxious.

As soon as Qing'er came in here, she was immediately dazzled, surrounded by the colorful murals, and was amazed.

"It's better to go somewhere else and come back here, or people will think we're always struggling with this." I say.

"It's fine." Mr. Yuan said.

"It's better to go to the big scripture hall and take a look, it is a place where the scriptures are hidden, and where there are books, there will inevitably be more readers." I say.

"Readers don't necessarily stay in places with a lot of books, but if they stay in places with a lot of books, they will definitely become nerds." Mr. Yuan said with a smile.

"It's good to be a nerd for a lifetime, at least you don't have to work so hard, like us, we will lose our lives sooner or later." I say.

"Nerds also have the suffering of nerds, their lives are like a stagnant water, and they often envy the rushing river." Mr. Yuan said.

Before you know it, you will arrive at the door of the Great Sutra Hall, which is a very large building complex, Tibetan-style flat roof, is the place where the monks chant the scriptures, it is said that there are 168 pillars inside, there are 2,000 futons, and it can accommodate 2,000 people chanting at the same time.

At this time, there were only a few little lamas in it, who were collecting the scriptures, and sure enough, there were not many people reading in the places where there were many books.

"There's nothing to gain here, so let's change places." Mr. Yuan said.

"Since you are here, it is worth the trip to ask others for some tantric truths." I say.

"Please." Mr. Yuan said he was clearly not interested in any of that.

I paced along the shelf, and all the scriptures were in Tibetan, and there was not a single word I knew, and I was a literally illiterate person about Tibetan.

I paced for a while in a pretended elegance, and a little lama came up to us, folded his hands and said, "Donor, do you like these verses?" ”

"Yes, the mystery of Tantra is deep, and the laymen of my generation are superficial and difficult to see in it, so there is a lot of suffering, and the sinking is very deep, and those who have to get rid of the world, only the Buddha, please ask the master to lead." I humbly say.

"Don't dare." The little lama clasped his hands together and said, "I am still superficial, how dare I mislead the benefactor." ”

"Self-knowledge is also a way to cultivate Buddhism, and the future of the little master is immeasurable." Mr. Yuan said.

Mr. Yuan is worthy of being a master of sycophants in the officialdom, and what he said is really gratifying, which is really beyond my reach.

"Don't dare, don't dare." The little lama said.

"Little Master, what realm has your cultivation reached?" I asked.

"My cultivation is still shallow." The little lama said.

"Has it started to be epic?" I asked.

"Only respected masters are qualified to recite epics, and we have to learn epics very early." The little lama said.

It seems that we have to wait for the honest monk, and it is estimated that there are not many people in the entire Taer Temple who can recite the epic.

So we had to go back to the Great Golden Tile Hall again, and the honest monk had returned.

From the side, we learned that Hui Hui was buried under a long rainbow by his disciples after his death.

We've basically got such a little clue, but what's going on with that Changhong? Even the honest monks don't know anymore.

Since this is already the case, then we have to go back.

The next day we set off early, the highland grasslands were high and vast, the sky was blue, and the white clouds were clean as if they had been washed.

The meadows can occasionally be seen with Tibetan mastiffs larger than wolves, a dog unique to the plateau, carnivorous, fierce, and loyal to its owner.

"Haha......" An extremely sharp laugh sounded, the voice was extremely poignant, and it was particularly harsh in the dead silence of the highland grassland.

Everyone was taken aback and turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

Not far ahead, a dry tree with a crooked neck, its branches twisted and twisted, and half of it seemed to have been charred into a charred black shape by a lightning strike, and the black shadows were heavy, twisted like a demon with teeth and claws.

On top of the dry branches, a strange bird with a dark body crouched on it, a pair of reddish-brown eyes staring at us deadly, as cold as death from hell, the mournful cry of a woman laughing.

"What's that?" Diao San asked, "What does it look like?" ”

In the lonely and high grassland, it is particularly terrifying to encounter such a thing.

"Don't you even know this?" I say.