"Fenghe, you're doing a great job, keep talking." The Red Flame Venerable replied softly.

"They're still making another decision, and everybody is hesitant and doesn't know if or whom. Finally, a leader with a black mole hidden in his eyebrow stood up and took on the most difficult thing to do. The round black mole was hidden in his left eyebrow, and with every word, the black mole throbbed, like a mace, striking from moment to moment. He recommended another person, his twin brother, whose facial features were exactly like his. He wants his brother to enter the cave and complete the task of sealing the flesh. His actions moved all the leaders, and they all knelt down in front of the two brothers, threw themselves on the ground, and bowed and worshipped...... "The woman's voice was fluttering, and sure enough, it was like a crane in the wind."

At this point, Wind Crane's narration stopped, and a confused expression appeared on his face.

After hesitating for a while, she added again: "I know what the task of that person is, that is, after the monks carrying the jewels have completed the transportation task and sealed the treasure cave, he will quietly draw his sword, kill everyone, and completely block the clues related to the treasure cave." In this way, after the war began, even if the enemy knew about the storage of the treasure cave, he would not be able to get the location of the hole from anyone's mouth. ”

Guan Wen's heart suddenly shuddered, because this kind of "suicide secrecy" practice has appeared many times in history, but most of it happened in the palace during the change of dynasties, and its cruel and foolish Cheng Dù has broken through the limit of what normal people can tolerate, and only those eunuchs and concubines who are used to being brainwashed and oppressed are willing to do it.

If the incident that Fenghe said happened in a Tibetan temple, it was really a harsh dissection of the dark side of the minds of those wise leaders.

"That kind of thing has happened many times in history, so it's not unusual." Red Flame Venerable said.

"But...... But ......" Wind Crane trembled violently, and crossed his arms over his chest. Her shadow was projected at Guan Wen's feet, and even her shadow trembled at this moment, like a leaf in a stormy wind.

"What are you afraid of?" Red Flame Venerable asked.

"I don't know...... I was just listening to them discuss it, and I suddenly felt that it was related to me, so I was afraid. Wind Crane's expression was confused and frightened, like a small beast trapped in a cage.

"Come to me." Red Flame Venerable beckoned.

The wind crane walked forward slowly, stepping on the Mani stones all over the ground, shaking one step at a time.

"You haven't said yet, do you know that place? The temple, the place where the treasure is hidden, the murderer, the slain...... You can always remember something, don't you?" Red Flame Venerable took Wind Crane's hand and asked seductively.

Feng He shook his head, and the confusion on his face became even more obvious: "That meeting lasted all night, and my memory was lost a lot due to fear, and the lights in the temple were dim, so I can't remember what they looked like."

"Where were you then?" Red Flame Venerable asked again.

Fenghe shook his head again: "I don't know...... What bothers me the most now is this, I don't know where I am, but I can hear them and see them...... I'm not one of the wise men, but I know what is going on in the temple......"

Red Flame Venerable sighed: "Don't worry, you can think of this, it's not easy, what we have is time, take your time."

Wind Crane slowly closed his eyes, but his eyelids still fluttered.

"All the practice process is gradual, and I am sure that you will be able to recover all your memories and become a true hidden master." The Red Flame Venerable let go of Wind Crane's hand, picked up a Mani stone at his feet, and looked at the intricate patterns on it attentively.

At this moment, Guan Wen realized that the Mani stones in this room were different from what they usually see, only a small part was engraved with six-character mantras, prayers, and swastika symbols, and the others were painted with irregular lines, which had no rules to follow and could not explain the meaning contained in them.

After a while, Fenghe spoke again: "The war has begun."

The Red Flame Venerable didn't speak anymore, just waited quietly with Guan Wen.

This situation, like a psychological counselor facing a patient with severe amnesia, cannot wait for the patient's self-consciousness to awaken. As for outsiders, they can't help in a hurry.

In fact, Guan Wen has encountered the same situation countless times when he helped others draw before. If you want to help someone draw a dream, at least that person must describe the story in the dream truthfully, and turn the picture into words and expressions. Right now, if Wind Crane doesn't say it, who knows what happened in the Great War?"

"I'm tired." After another ten minutes, Feng He opened his eyes, his face was covered with cold sweat, and he looked extremely tired.

"Tired to sleep, hungry to eat, cultivators should have followed the nature of human beings to do it, you go." Red Flame Venerable said.

Wind Crane bowed deeply to the Red Flame Venerable, and then walked straight out. From beginning to end, he didn't look at Guan Wen again.

"What do you see?" Red Flame Venerable asked.

Guan Wen hesitated for a moment before replying cautiously: "I think that the person who saved in her 'Zhizang' must have suffered a tragedy, and only then will his memory be shattered and his language confused. Since a great war broke out, he may have been a victim of the war and died in the chaos. ”

"Still?" Venerable Red Flame asked.

"If time is really in time, we will record all the things she said, shuffle them up, organize them with great effort, and obtain long-form information related to Xing, which is the key to solving the problem." Guan Wen replied.

The Red Flame Venerable stretched out his arms and made a gesture to hug the Manmani Stone: "You know? These were all her thoughts—before I met her and rescued her, she had drawn so many mani stones, and expressed them through guò lines. In the area where she lived, she was known for being 'weird', and all the villagers regarded her as an evil spirit-possessed heretic, and even avoided the house where she lived. However, who can understand this kind of wordless heavenly book-like thing?"

Guan Wen suddenly realized that the Red Flame Venerable was sitting on the Mani stone pile for deep meditation and spiritual enlightenment, rather than simply recuperation. This is another form of retreat, which is not understandable to ordinary people.

He remembered the long corridor before entering the Demon Circle and the murderous lines drawn on the stone walls, which, at a cursory glance, seemed to have something to do with it.

"I'm tired too." Red Flame Venerable waved his hand, "You can leave." ”

Guan Wen thought for a moment and asked one last question: "Venerable, what are you doing?"

These are the five words that Chinese often use when talking, simple and seemingly ordinary, but in fact they hide infinite and far-reaching mysteries.

The eyes that the Red Flame Venerable was about to close suddenly opened, stared at Guan Wen, and repeated word by word: "I, in, doing, what?"

Guan continued: "Everyone has plans and dreams that they use to plan their future direction. Short days, weeks, months, long years, decades, decades, or even a lifetime. I would like to ask, what is the purpose of your practice here? Outside, the years pass silently, and too many things happen and end before you know it, but you keep it closed and don't ask about the world. ”

"I'm waiting, I've been waiting." The Red Flame Venerable muttered in reply.

Guan Wen sighed: "I remember that Western philosophers once said that whoever waits will inevitably lose. Venerable, don't you feel that you have waited too long?"

Venerable Chiyan suddenly grabbed his scattered hair with one hand, pointed at Guan Wen with the other, and said loudly, "Go on, keep talking!"

"You've missed too much because you've waited." Guan Wen replied.

"I can't find my way, so wait." The Red Flame Venerable defended, "If you chase on the wrong path, you will be farther and farther away from the right path. ”

"If you can't find your way, you should look for it right away instead of waiting. I remember that Xuanzang, the holy monk of the Tang Dynasty, traveled thousands of miles west in order to seek the true meaning of Buddhism, and went through 9981 difficulties to reach Nalanda Monastery in India, and finally sought the true scriptures and achieved positive results. What kind of sentiment is that?" Guan Wen asked again.

The Red Flame Venerable raised his head, stared at Guan Wen for a long time, his lips gradually trembled, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?" Who the hell are you?"

Guan Wen took a step forward and stood steadily on the Mani stone pile.

"All along, I am who I am, I am only who I am." He replied in a low voice.

In an instant, he felt that the lines of "death" depicted on the Mani Stone were all "alive", weaving into a flowing ribbon that circulated around him and the Red Flame Venerable at high speed, rolling up air vortices one by one.

"Don't ask, look at the glimpses—" he cried.

The streamers transformed into countless fragments of light and shadow, like hundreds of rolls of film playing at the same time, and hundreds of characters moving and speaking at the same time, making him dizzy and his ear drums tingling.

"Slow down, slow down, slow down, let me see them—" he exclaimed.

The Red Flame Venerable jumped forward, rushed to Guan Wen's side, and bent down to pick him up.

The light and shadow swirled and completely enveloped the two of them. In this case, just raise your hand and hold the clips.

Guan Wenping sucked, his eyes were already uncontrollable, looking left and right, dizzying.

"This is the moment I have been waiting for, for this moment, the fragments of my thoughts are all over the room, familiar with every inch of it. It's a three-dimensional labyrinth that only a true wise man can solve. You're the one I'm waiting for, relics, go—" Venerable Red Flame stretched out his arms, and hundreds of gray relics suddenly flew out of his wide sleeves, small as pigeon eggs and large as goose eggs, all of which were irregular gray ellipsoids.

The relics flew out, not hitting the ground or hitting the wall, but slowly floating in mid-air, forming a three-dimensional framework that surrounded them. Suddenly, all the Mani stones depicting the lines were also swept up by the whirlwind, floating upwards one by one, entering the frame of the relics, and finally forming a Mani stone pagoda, blocking the light and enclosing Guan Wen and the Red Flame Venerable in the tower.

Guan Wen's eyes were dark, and he could no longer see the scene in the room, but the content on the ribbon was instantly a hundred times clearer. It's easy to understand this change, like the cinema where the lights are always turned off early when a movie is shown, and the environment is dark and the screen is bright, so that the audience can see more clearly.

He saw a terrible war, on one side was a pigtailed Qing Dynasty horse team, with good weapons and an offensive like cháo; On one side are stragglers dressed differently and in a chaotic formation. However, there were few Qing soldiers and many stragglers, and after a few rounds of chopping melons and vegetables, the stragglers successfully surrounded the horse team by taking advantage of the mountainous terrain and launched a very effective counterattack, and the battle was in a stalemate. Soon, people in the horse team were constantly stabbed with spears, and the horses were cut off and fell to the ground screaming. Suddenly, a man in silver armor swept down the hill on the side, wielding two crescent knives in his hands, and slashed from behind the skirmishers. His martial arts are extremely high, and wherever he rushes, the heads of his enemies will fly into the air with blood sprays. Under his quick knife killing, the stragglers were finally defeated, with countless casualties, and the rest fled for their lives along the hillside.

For some reason, Guan Wen felt that the figure and movements of the silver-armored man were so familiar, as if someone he often saw was extremely familiar with his every move.

He knew very well that it was a real-world war, not a fake plot made up by extras in the studio. The color of the blood mist that flies up when the quick knife cuts off the enemy's head is something that no prop master can match.

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