It is said that blind people have bad eyesight, but their sense of hearing is very good - d7cfd3c4b8f3 The path I want to take must go around this man in black, so I have to be completely silent.

I take every step of the way. Raise your 'legs' and drop your feet lightly, and wait until you have stepped on it before taking the next step. And just like that, step by step, I came behind the man. The man was a little burly. I couldn't see my head and face, and the whole person shrunk under the big black clothes, and I could only faintly see his two hands painting.

At this time, I was already standing behind him, and a question suddenly arose in my heart: When this man inquired about the news in the village, no one emphasized that he was blind? If he wasn't blind, why could he paint in complete darkness?

I mustered up the courage, raised the lighter, and slowly leaned over to look at the fire.

In the dim light, I saw the paintings on the wall.

I was stunned on the spot, my whole body was like an electric shock, and I didn't move my feet for a long time. The painting in front of me is exactly what I saw in my dreams. The painting depicts a narrow cell with a view from above and down. The prisoners in the cells are looking up. Just opposite the viewer's point of view, it is an extremely distorted face.

The pigment used by this man is very clumsy, that is, the plant slurry with the color 'color', which is smeared on the wall of the 'hole' to form a cohesive and rough effect. But this kind of 'color' color is used quite boldly, revealing a primitive strength. Accompany the content of this mural. Full of strong tension.

As I was watching, a voice suddenly sounded, "How is this painting?" ”

Suddenly hearing this question, I subconsciously said, "Okay." ”

As soon as I said that, I was stupid. The man stopped, and although he didn't look back, I was sure that the voice was from him.

"You're talking to me?" I asked cautiously.

"yes." The man said, "You think I'm blind." ”

I'm speechless.

"I'm not blind, and I paint in the dark for a reason." He said: "A long, long time ago, I used to be a 'cave' mural painting maker in Western Xia. At that time, we painted in the 'cave' for many years, and the only lighting device was a faint oil lamp. I've been painting in the dark for a long time, and I'm used to this way of painting. ”

He stood up and slowly lifted the hood from his head.

He was probably not more than forty years old, a bearded, very rugged man. As soon as I saw his eyes, my first reaction was melancholy. That's all I can say about him, this man is so melancholy, his eyes are deep like a swamp, and he can sink into it completely.

"You're here to find the kids, aren't you?" He said: "I know you, you and a few people entered the village a few days ago and have been visiting the homes of those villagers. You're also here to find the spirit child? Can you sue me, which one is? ”

Before he could make a move, suddenly several lights lit up in the dark 'cave', illuminating such an area. Not far away, I saw a hollow corner in the wall of the 'hole', where three children from the village were squatting and playing, forming a natural prison.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, "The people in the village say you claim to be the Great Lama, but I know you're not." ”

"Why?" The bearded man asked.

"Because you're not like a cultivator." I say.

The bearded man laughed and suddenly grabbed me. His hands were like iron pliers, and I couldn't breathe when I grabbed them. As soon as I got in the hand, I knew I wasn't a heavyweight with him.

He dragged me to the area of the 'hole' wall, and the three children saw me at the same time and ran towards me together.

But the three children seemed to be blocked by an invisible layer of things, and could not escape the sunken area.

The man dragged me to the front, pointed to the three children inside, and asked, "Which one is the spirit child?" ”

I reluctantly said: "You are looking for the wrong person, I don't know what a spirit child is, I am here for sightseeing, you are also Chinese, right?" It's all fellow countrymen. The Chinese do not fight the Chinese. ”

"Sightseeing?" The man laughed: "There are many big temples in big cities in Nepal, how many of you have traveled thousands of miles to this place where rabbits don't, for sightseeing?" There's a red-clothed lama among you, don't think I didn't see it. Little friend, tell me which child is the real spirit child, I will let you go. ”

I struggled and said, "I don't know, you're looking for the wrong person." ”

The man frowned, grabbed me by the collar with one hand, and lifted me up, so that I could only tap my toes to the ground. How strong this man is.

He jerked me and threw me at the three children. The three children were so frightened that they stepped back, and when they saw that I was about to hit them, suddenly I felt like I had hit a membrane, thick and tough, and my whole body hurt.

I 'touched' and 'touched' with my hand, and there was an imperceptible transparent film in front of my eyes, I don't know what it was, like a prison 'door', locked the three children in it and couldn't get out.

The man came up with an oil lamp and said, "You see, this is the enchantment circle I have laid out, and only I can open it." Even if you find it, there is no way, only I can release the child. Children, if you know each other, just tell me who the spirit child is, and I will release the other two children immediately, and you don't want to kill in vain. ”

I fell to the ground and looked up. In the faint light, I saw only from Cestbon. He was standing in front of the transparent film, with his little hands on it, looking at me.

Now the shape shì is particularly critical, if little Yi Bao is really the reincarnation of the guru, I hope to read the wisdom in his eyes, read the solution.

Now that I am alone in the tiger's den, my only hope is that the Guru will suddenly return.

Little Yi Bao looked at me, and his eyes seemed to have a deep meaning, and I couldn't read it at all. There was even a moment when I felt that there seemed to be an indescribable demonic aura hidden in the depths of his eyes.

The man crouched beside me and whispered, "Look at these three children, which one is the reincarnated spirit child you have been looking for?" ”

I don't speak.

The man sighed, grabbed my left hand, and spread it over the transparent film. He beckoned the three children over and smiled softly, "Do you recognize this uncle?" ”

All three children shook their heads.

I was deflated at this moment. I didn't expect to be able to save me right away from Cestbon, but the disappointment of a child of his age lying to his face that he didn't know me was really indescribable.

"I'll play a game with you and see if any of you can hold back your tears." The man said with a smile.

He spread out the five fingers of my left hand. I was so frightened that I stumbled when I spoke: "Big brother, you ...... What are you doing? ”

Before I could finish speaking, the man suddenly struck out in front of the three children and broke the index finger of my left hand.

I didn't react because it happened so fast. In the next second, the pain nerves began to react, and I trembled in pain and screamed.

It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, and this pain is simply unbearable, from the fingertips to the heart, every second is torment.

The three children were horrified when they saw my grinning face in pain, and they stepped back together.

I was in a cold sweat all over my head, but in this case, I was a little calm. I saw that two of the three children were really scared, and just from Yi Bao's table, Xiàn was more like pretending, he was pretending to be afraid! There was even a hint of adult-like cunning in his expression.

The man looked at it and said, "It's not obvious." Gotta come back. ”

"Who are you, what are you looking for Lingtong for?!" I yelled.

The man said, "I've been tracking Zong Mazhu for many years, so long that you can't imagine that every time he is reincarnated, I will miss the opportunity, and seeing him being selected into the temple, then I can't do it." I have to find the lamas before they do. His current life is the closest I've ever been to my goal. I had the feeling that he was right in front of me. Say, which one is him? Say that, you're good to go. ”

"What are you looking for him?"

When the man heard me ask, he smiled: "Look, if you ask you this, you know that you know Zong Knock Mazhu." Didn't you say that you didn't come to find the spirit child, and you lied in front of me. I'm not going to play dumb riddles with you anymore, just say it quickly, have a good time. ”

The man said, "If you knew everything, I wouldn't have to bother." Even if he falls into my hands, it will only be a loss in this life, and if he dies, he can be reincarnated in the next life. The 'flesh' body is just a layer of skin, you have been 'messing' with the lama for so long, and you haven't figured out such a simple truth?! ”

I don't speak.

He sighed: "It's really stupid, or it means that human beings can't make progress, short-sighted, limited knowledge, and always only look at the current big place." I can only use worldly means to deal with the laity. ”

He grabbed the middle finger of my left hand and bent it back sharply, and a strong pain instantly came, piercing the scalp, and I was so painful that the sweat 'hairs' all over my body stood up. I couldn't help it, and I screamed in pain, and it came far away in the cave.

Two fingers, just let him break it alive.

I shuddered, leaned on the membrane, staring closely at the Cestbon inside.

Little Yibao 'mixed' among the children, his eyes were indifferent, and he followed the example of the other two children, screaming and crying in fright.

The man may not be able to see the clues, but under the severe pain, my mind is extremely clear, as if I have fiery eyes, and I can see through people's hearts at a glance. It was only from Cestbon that it was installed. I chilled at his indifference. Stage section sequence technique.

The man patted me: "I didn't expect it, you're still a tough guy." However, you've met me, and I'll let you enjoy it. My understanding of the anatomy of the human body surpasses that of the top surgeons in the world. ”

As he spoke, he pulled a Tibetan knife from his waist.

Outside was a quaint scabbard, and he slowly pulled the handle of the knife, and a cold air dissipated.

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