Introduction: xizàng town magic map

Thangka, also known as Tangga and Thangka, is a Tibetan transliteration, specifically referring to religious scroll paintings that are framed with colored satin and hung with tricks. It is a unique art form of painting in Tibetan culture, with a wide range of subjects, involving the history, politics, culture and social life of the Xizàng ethnic group, and is respected by historians as the "encyclopedia of the Tibetan nation".

Most of the existing thangkas in Chinese mainland are Tibetan Buddhist and Bon works, including two thangkas called "Xizàng Town Demon Map", which have attracted the attention of historians.

This thangka was discovered by the Xizàng Autonomous Region Cultural Relics Management Committee when sorting out Norbulingka cultural relics, and it is the same size and content. The picture of the thangka is 152.4 centimeters high and 73 centimeters wide. In the picture, the witch is lying on her back, her feet slightly bent, her right arm raised, and her wrist hanging down; Raise your left arm up and bend your wrist above your head. There are mountains and rivers on the body, the veins are clear, and many large and small temples have been built all over the body, including the twelve town demon temples that are said to have been built in the seventh century AD.

The content of "Xizàng Demon Suppression Map" comes from the ancient legend of Songtsen Gampo, the king of Tubo, Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty, and Princess Qizun of Nepal teamed up to build a temple in Lhasa to suppress the underground demons, but after the excavation of Norbulingka cultural relics, another rumor gradually surfaced.

Back then, when Princess Wencheng entered Tibet, her main purpose was not to marry, but to take this opportunity to lead the "Wagangzhai Three Thousand Demon Master" to kill the female demons, and eliminate the catastrophe of "the empress participating in politics and the moon covering the sky" for the world. After entering Tibet, the demon master of Wagangzhai and the enlightened monks of Xizàng, Nepal, India, Sikkim, Thailand and other places dedicated their own blood and blood to jointly draw the "Xizàng Demon Suppression Skeleton Thangka" with supreme mana, and permanently suppressed the female demon at the bottom of the mountain of Xizàng Potala Palace.

The skull thangka is a secret of Tibet, and with the end of the "demon suppression", this skill has also been lost in the long river of history.

From the perspective of Tibetan Buddhism, the "suppression of demons" has been completed, and the people of Xizàng have lived a civilized and civilized life, but to this day, historians and archaeologists have started with Norbulingka's "Xizàng Suppression of Demons" to explore the truth of "suppressing demons" again, but there have been huge discoveries that shocked China and foreign countries......

Chapter 1: The thief is suddenly killed

The sunlight was a little dazzling, Guan Wen moved his position, completely hiding in the yin shadow under the eaves, holding the pencil loosely, and quickly scribbling on the sketchbook.

He painted the eaves of the main hall of the Tantric Monastery of Tashilhunpo Monastery and the peaks of Mount Niseri in the distance. The gray tiles and gray grass against the backdrop of the colorful prayer flags all over the mountain form a strong contrast, which shows the ancient tranquility of Tashilhunpo Monastery.

In the temple, Guan Wen's heart is always quiet and indifferent, just like the butter lamp that never goes out inside and outside the main hall all year round, no matter how many times people come and go, the lamp is still a lamp, and the face does not change for anyone.

Just then, he noticed a strange group of people coming from the front yard. They are neither brightly dressed tourists, nor dusty pilgrims, nor monks of the monastery in crimson robes.

There were fifteen members in the group, all of whom were wearing wide black trench coats with hoods pulled up and low over their foreheads.

The man at the end of the line suddenly turned his head and glanced at him as he passed by Guan Wen. In an instant, it seemed that two stars in Guan Wen's eyes suddenly exploded, and the other party's eyes were sharp and bright, with a clear light of extreme wisdom and keenness.

Guan Wen immediately judged that it was a young woman with a good face and good looks. He is a painter, with an extraordinary sense of observation and confidence that he will not be mistaken.

The moment his eyes staggered, Guan Wen suddenly felt that his heart was gently touched, and the woman's face looked familiar, but in the memory, it was nowhere to be found.

The group of mermaids entered the gray wooden door of the tantric courtyard, and the wooden door immediately closed, blocking Guan Wen's view. However, he remembered the smell of the other party, which was an extremely elegant perfume smell, the fragrance was far and clear, and it was not covered by the smell of ghee and sandalwood diffused in the air in the temple.

When Guan Wen walked into the Qiangba Buddha Hall, he had a sketchbook under his arm, a pencil on each ear, his brows were habitually furrowed, and he was thinking about the angle, thinking about how to draw the Qiangba Buddha in the dusk more benevolent and compassionate, and draw the complex world of the heart of the huge bronze Buddha that is unparalleled in the world.

In Tibetan Buddhism, the Buddha is the Buddha who is in charge of the future, so it is deeply revered by believers. The Qiangpa Buddha Hall, called Qiangpa Kang in Tibetan, was built in 1914 under the auspices of the 9th Panchen Lama Choji Nyima. The Buddha statue is 26.2 meters high, 11.5 meters wide at the shoulders, 4.2 meters long on the feet, 3.2 meters long on the hands, 1.2 meters in circumference of the middle finger, and 2.8 meters in ear length, making it the tallest and largest bronze Buddha statue in the world.

Guan Wen has always believed that the Buddha statues preserved in the major temples of Xizàng have their own inner world. Whether it is a bronze Buddha, a golden Buddha, a jade Buddha, a wooden Buddha, a stone Buddha or a clay Buddha, the initial casting process is infused with some peculiar beliefs, praises, and prayers from the foundry. As a painter, only by delving deep into the depths of the Buddha statues through the surface can he convey the spirit and leave an immortal close-up image of thousands of Buddha statues.

On the futon in front of the Jampa Buddha is a man kneeling, with his head hanging and his hands folded in front of his chest, praying in prayer in devotion.

Guan Wen's mind was all on the bronze Buddha, and he didn't see whether the person was a man or a woman at all, but just looked up at the face of the Qiangba Buddha with all his thoughts.

In Tibetan Buddhism, the Buddha Jampa is the future Buddha who is in charge of the future, so it is highly valued by believers, and countless people come here every day to worship. Guan Wen had turned a blind eye to these people, so he was only immersed in his own Jing God World.

If it hadn't been for the man's sudden long sigh that disturbed him, he might never have turned his head to look at the other man.

"Alas...... After so many years, I have been searching and waiting, and I finally see a glimmer of light in the dark world here, but you should always give me more inspiration? Don't let me wander in my dreams in trepidation anymore...... Give me a little more inspiration, even if it's a word, a painting, a sound...... You don't give it to me, but you trap me in darkness...... If you can't give me a revelation, let me go, and let me forget all those strange things......"

It was the voice of a young girl, about twenty years old.

Guan Wen turned his head sideways and saw the silhouette of the girl's face on the left side. She has thin cheekbones, a straight nose, three-dimensional neutral lips, and a sharp, delicate chin. Her eyes were tightly closed, her slender eyelashes were beating uneasily, and it was clear that she was struggling with pain inside.

"Wash away the painful memories in my heart, those that don't belong to me, I just want to be able to sleep peacefully at night like everyone else. I just want to be an ordinary person......" The girl's voice trembled.

The mountain fog at dusk had poured in from outside the temple and gathered in the open space outside the temple.

As soon as the sky darkened, the light of the butter lamps became much brighter, and circles of warm yellow light could be seen everywhere inside and outside the temple.

This is Guan Wen's favorite moment of the day, because this alternating contrast between light and dark can always bring him some ignorant philosophical thoughts. Although he couldn't capture the throbbing of his heart in a moment, he enjoyed the moment very much.

He closed his eyes and sniffed the scent of the butter lamps wafting in the air, occasionally hearing the gentle crackling of the wick in the flames.

"Click, click", a sound of footsteps from far and near, into the Qiangba Buddha Hall.

Guan Wen didn't open his eyes, his thoughts were floating in the clouds, and his soul seemed to leave his body.

"Ouch-" the girl cried.

Guan Wen opened his eyes and saw a man in a black leather jacket fleeing out of the hall, clutching a black satchel in his hand.

The girl stood up and cried out in panic: "Robbery, someone grabbed my bag!"

Guan Wen didn't think about it, and chased after him.

The man's skills were extremely agile, and Guan Wen chased him out of the palace gate, and he had lost the trace of the other party.

He stood blankly outside the temple gate, not knowing which way to pursue.

The girl ran out, didn't scream again, and stood beside Guan Wen helplessly, sighing several times in a row.

"Thieves usually only need cash, satchels and documents inside, and if someone picks them up, they will send them to the lost and found office in the temple, don't worry." Guan Wen comforted the girl.

The girl nodded, "Thank you."

Guan Wen smiled bitterly: "Don't thank me, I didn't help you anything."

He is a painter, not a martial arts master, looking at this situation, even if he catches up with the thief, he can't get his satchel back.

The girl shook her head: "I'm very grateful for you to help me chase it out."

She moved her right arm, a sudden expression of pain on her face, gasped, and let out a low scream.

"What's wrong?" Guan Wen asked.

"The satchel was just on my shoulder, and the thief used a lot of force when he pulled off the strap, and now my right shoulder hurts, and my whole right arm doesn't dare to move, as if it has been broken by the roots, it hurts...... Ouch, it hurts......" The girl took a step back and leaned against a large pillar.

Guan Wen frowned, a little at a loss.

The girl slowly moved her right arm, and she screamed so much that she burst into tears.

"Can you still walk? I'll take you to the hospital?" He asked.

The hospital is located on the right side of the main gate of Tashilhunpo Monastery and is itself an antique temple-like building.

The girl shook her head, pulled at the sore spot, and sighed again: "I can't move...... I can't move at all......"

Guan Wen frowned again and put down the sketchbook, but he didn't dare to go up and help the girl, after all, it was a meeting in Pingshui, and he had to avoid suspicion.

"Guan Wen." Someone came out from the corner of the main hall, walking briskly and wearing crimson monk's robes.

Guan Wen raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief: "Master Basang, you came just in time-"

The thick-eyed young monk walked down the steps, looked up and down at the girl.

"Master Basang, you came just in time, this young lady has just been robbed of her bag, and her right arm is injured, and she can't move in pain. You are a proud disciple of Master Duji, and you are a master of medicine-"

Without waiting for Guan Wen to finish speaking, the monk took three steps and two steps up the steps, and pressed the index and middle fingers of his right hand on the girl's right shoulder twice.

The girl groaned twice, obviously in terrible pain.

"It's Yan Zhan's dislocated joints and sprained tendons, it's a little troublesome, but my master is on the other side of the White Tower-Miss, can you stand up and walk?" The monks speak Chinese very fluently.

The girl shook her head again: "Half of my body is unconscious, and I don't dare to move."

The monk sighed: "No way, then I can only go and ask the master to come over."

Guan Wen's hanging heart finally let go, because the young monk Basang Jincuo's master, Master Duji, whose full name is Duji Qunpei, has been practicing medicine for 40 years, and is the leading famous doctor in the area of Tashilhunpo Monastery.

"The thief is so hateful, when I have time, I will draw his appearance and hand it over to the monastery people's management committee. As long as he shows up again, he will definitely be caught......" Guan Wen said to himself.

Basang took a step back and said to the girl, "Please bear with me for a few minutes, and I'll go and ask Master."

The girl nodded: "Thank you, then I'll trouble you."

After going down the steps, Basang Jiancuo looked back at Guan Wen again: "Try to draw the appearance of a thief, the other party is so ruthless, if you don't arrest it quickly, I don't know how many people will be harmed."

Guan Wen nodded, opened the sketchbook, thought for a few seconds, and then put down the pen, and it only took half a minute to draw the Han thief wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and travel shoes. The thief had short hair, a round face, small eyes, thin lips, and a small coral bead hanging from his left earlobe.

He showed the sketchbook to the girl: "Miss, do you know him?"

The girl endured the pain, looked at him seriously, and nodded thoughtfully: "It seems to be a little impression, I have seen him in and outside the city in the past few days since I arrived in Katse."

Guan Wen looked down at the sketchbook, and the tip of the pencil rested on the back of the hand where the thief was holding the satchel.

He seemed to see some kind of tattoo on that hand, but it was only a glimpse, and he only vaguely realized that as for the details, he couldn't see the details.

Soon, the skinny Master Duji arrived, but he was only alone, and Basang Jincuo did not follow.

Guru Duji went up the steps, first observed the girl's injuries, then took the girl's elbow with his right hand and pressed his left hand on her shoulder.

"It's going to hurt a little, hold back." Guru Duji said.

The girl gasped and bit her lower lip tightly.

"Guan Wen, did you see the bag snatching incident with your own eyes?" Master Duji turned his head with a stern expression.

Guan Wen nodded and set up the sketchbook to show the other party.

Guru Duji said coldly, "There has always been no problem with the security of Tashilhunpo Monastery, and this is the first time in the past three years that there has been a bag snatching incident in the monastery. When Basan said it, I didn't believe it at all. ”

Guan Wen can understand the feelings of Master Duji, as a monk of Tashilhunpo Monastery, the reputation of the temple is more important than Xing's life.

"It's true, what I drew is the thief snatching the bag and escaping." Guan Wen said solemnly.

Master Duji sneered: "The thousands of entanglements in the world have a cause and a result. If that person only has a conflict with this young lady, and the target is only her, he can't be called a thief. ”

The girl spoke: "I don't know him, I don't know him at all, how can there be a contradiction?"

Guru Duji's hands suddenly pulled, lifted, and slammed, and before the girl could exhale in pain, her right hand, which was as thin as a bird's claw, went all the way down the girl's shoulders, upper arms, elbows, forearms, wrists, palms, and fingertips, and then she stepped back, slapped her palms twice, and whispered, "All right."

"Ahh......h

"It's already fine, and it won't hurt after tonight." Master Duji shook his monk's robe and shook his head unhappily, "I can't even stand this pain, how dare I travel all the way to Xizàng?"

The girl screamed seven or eight times in a row, jumped up suddenly, hid behind the pillar, and pointed forward with only her left arm exposed: "Look at him, look at him......"

In fact, Guan Wen had already seen the person who staggered out of the corner of the hall, he came backwards, his right hand covered his neck, his left hand hung down, and a black strap was wrapped around his wrist, and the girl's lost satchel was dragging on the ground.

Guru Duji turned his head, his face changing.

"He's the bag thief." Guan Wen whispered.

The girl hurriedly flashed out of the pillar and ran behind Guan Wen's body, while Master Duji spread his arms and blocked both of them.

After the thief took more than twenty steps back, his heel hit the blue-gray shale paved on the ground, and he almost fell, and took advantage of the situation to turn around, and turned into a situation facing the three of them.

"Who are you?" Guru Duji asked sharply.

The thief let go of the hand that was holding his neck, and a bloody hole the size of a chéngrén's thumb appeared in his Adam's apple.

Guan Wen was startled, and the sketchbook landed.

"Green ...... The thief ...... two words, blood coming out of his mouth and nose, but he fell to the ground on his back without a third call, and his feet kicked weakly a few times before he stopped moving.

The girl was frightened, holding Guan Wen's arm with both hands, her nails almost pinching his flesh through her jacket.

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