Grandpa thought that it would be boring to go back, so it was better to take a stroll around this broken temple. Because there are often visitors to the temple, the door of the temple is not as low as the doors of other residents, so there is no need to bend down to enter. After entering the temple, he found that the threshold of each room inside was very high, and he would trip if he was not careful. These thresholds were apparently raised later, and the gaps between the thresholds and the door frames on both sides were large and small, and the small gaps were left unattended, and small pieces of wood were stuffed between the large gaps, and then painted with red paint. It can be seen that the raising of the threshold was carried out in an emergency situation, and before the width of each door frame was carefully measured, the wooden strips of different lengths were nailed to the threshold position.

He wanted to ask why the threshold was so high, but the little lama didn't come back for a while. Grandpa continued to walk inside, and when he came to the last room, he saw that there was no way out, so he sat down in that room to rest.

Grandpa found that this room was more elaborate than the other rooms, the paintings were more delicate and bright than the paintings hanging in other rooms, the wall powder was whiter than the other rooms, and the vermilion lacquer was redder than the other rooms. In terms of color, Tibetans attach the most importance to red and white. So these two colors are mostly everywhere you look.

The walls of this room are made of stone, the walls are thick and the windows are small, giving people a feeling of stability and stability. The ground floor is made of vermilion prisms, and the stigma is partially carved with three-dimensional patterns, and the top is supported by thick substitute wood. Above the wall, brown-red ribbons are mostly used, and decorations such as gilded bronze mirrors are decorated on them. There is a gilded gold building erected around the eaves, there are wind chimes on it, the middle of the front of the roof is the golden Dharma wheel, and the two sides are the protector beasts.

Grandpa thought to himself that this must be the most important place in this temple. But he couldn't guess what the room was for. He saw a teapot and a teacup on a table by the window, and suddenly he felt thirsty, so he went over and lifted the teapot and poured water into the teacup. After pouring the water, Grandpa wanted to pick up the teacup and put it to his mouth to drink, but the teacup weighed so much that he couldn't pick it up no matter how hard he tried.

On the surface, there is nothing special about that teacup. The Tibetan teacup is different from that of my grandfather's hometown, it is said to be a teacup, but it is more appropriate to call it a tea bowl, the tea bowl is porcelain, but the cup holder and lid are copper, and there are very exquisite patterns on it.

At that time, porcelain teacups were a rarity. At that time, the transportation between the mainland and Tibet was extremely inconvenient, and a large number of porcelain was damaged during transportation, and only two or three out of ten were left when they arrived in Tibet, so the porcelain was quite valuable, and only high-ranking officials and dignitaries had the financial resources to use these tea bowls. The monastic monk class, as a special group in Tibetan society, used all wooden bowls.

Therefore, it is already a little strange that this temple has such porcelain teacups. What's even more strange is that one person can't hold this porcelain teacup.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Grandpa held the teacup and twisted it gently.

It didn't take much effort to twist, but the teacup spun obediently!

At the same time, Daddy heard a rumbling sound behind him.

Dad looked back and was stunned.

The wall behind it cracked, revealing a dimly lit chamber.

There are no gold and silver treasures in folklore in the secret room, nor are there peerless cheats in martial arts legends, but there is a dense group of people standing!

The group of people had stiff limbs, demented expressions, and did not move at all, looking like a group of sculptures, but their eyes occasionally blinked. It's weird!

When Grandpa saw this scene, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

But when the group saw Grandpa, they remained motionless, and although their eyes blinked, they did not look at him, as if he did not exist.

Grandpa didn't dare to lean over to take a closer look, so he hurriedly got up and turned the teacup back. The wall slammed shut again, and it was back to its original form. Since the wall is made of stones, it is uneven and irregular, so there is no flaw in it when it is closed.

Grandpa accidentally peeked into the mage's secret, and his heart fluttered. He put the lid back on the cup and hurried out of the temple.

For several nights in a row, there was nothing unusual about my grandfather's place. Despite this, Grandpa still can't let go. If the weak man doesn't come tonight, he won't come tomorrow night, and he won't come the night after tomorrow.

The guide was also afraid that something would happen to him, so when the sun was about to set, he urged his grandfather to go back to the house, afraid that the weak man would follow his smell later.

Soon, news came from the neighboring village that three young men who had returned late had met a weak man, and the weak man had bitten off the necks of the two young men, and one of the young men had been bitten off half of his face.

The day after the news came, the temple priest took the initiative to find where his grandfather lived.

Grandpa didn't expect the savior to come to the door by himself, so he was naturally very happy, but he was also a little worried≡ since he saw a group of people in the secret room, he didn't know whether this mage was good or bad.

The mage's face was so cracked that it looked like a southern paddy field had cracked due to lack of water. And his eyes were as watery as a girl, as if they were a spring that could be irrigated. It's a pity that even if there are two watery springs on the face, they can't make the chapped skin any better. He is relatively tall, about 1.8 meters, with a shaved head. The light is shining, and the sunlight is reflected on it, but it is a bit of a Buddha because of it.

The master is fluent in Chinese and does not need a guide to translate in the middle. Perhaps the little lamas in the temple had learned Chinese with him. When he found his father, he asked, "You went to my temple to find me, didn't you?" ”

Grandpa nodded and said, "Yes." The little lama told you, right? ”

The mage shook his head and said, "I just came back from a remote place and haven't been to the temple yet. ”

Grandpa was surprised and asked, "Then how do you know that I went to look for you?" ”

The Master smiled slightly and said, "My master told me before he died that a Han Chinese would come to the temple to look for me in two hundred and thirty-four months. According to the time that the master said, I estimated that it should be in these days. And on the way back, I heard someone say that a Han man asked everywhere where there was someone who could deal with the weak man, and I knew that the Han man that the master was talking about back then was you. I asked people where you lived, and they showed me the way. ”

Two hundred and thirty-four months translates to nineteen and a half years. This is exactly the age of Grandpa.

"Yes, I've been looking for you, I've been to the temple, but you don't happen to be there. Can you save me? "Grandpa didn't care about why the master of the master said that a Han man would find this place in many years, he just wanted to get rid of the hidden danger of the weak man as soon as possible. This is a stone in his heart, which hangs all day long.

"What's wrong with you?" The mage asked.

Grandpa told me about secretly watching the weak man that night.

The mage listened and was silent for a long time, not saying a word.

Grandpa thought he was thinking of a way to deal with it, so he sat quietly and waited for the mage to reply.

But after sitting for a while, the mage suddenly got up and walked towards the door.

Grandpa was anxious, grabbed the monk's robe, and asked, "May I ask why the master didn't leave without leaving a word?" ”

But the mage said something strange: "You are stronger than my spells, and you already know how to deal with that weak man, so why do you need me to help you deal with the weak man?" With that, he broke free from his father's hand, bowed his head through the low door, and walked away.

The guide and the grandfather froze in place, not knowing what the mage meant.

After a while, the guide said to his father: "I think the master has no way to deal with the weak king, so I find this inexplicable reason to prevaricate you." Why don't you get out of here early and go back to your hometown. ”

Grandpa asked, "The weak king has seen me, and no matter where I flee, it may follow me." ”

The guide said, "That's safer than staying here." ”

Grandpa shook his head and said, "No." I'm still going to ask the mage for help. Maybe I wasn't sincere enough, so he didn't want to help me arrest the weak man. ”

After lunch, Grandpa rushed to the temple where the Master was.

As soon as I went out this time, my father felt very different from the last time I went out. The green mountains in the distance, the lake in the near distance, the white walls, the red roof, the low doors, the small windows, everything has become very familiar, and there is an exotic atmosphere in the sky, but at this time there is a strange feeling of revisiting the old place. I thought it was a casual tour, but now I feel that this place attracts him to come here step by step.

He remembered living here in a trance, but he had been here for less than a month.

The closer you get to the temple, the stronger this feeling becomes. When he came to the temple again, he seemed to remember that he had been back to the temple like this countless times. When he saw the high threshold again, he saw his other self stuffing wood chips into the cracks, and then painting red paint on the wood chips.