A young lama monk stood up and walked up to us with a smile. Rash bowed slightly with his hands folded in respect, and the monk returned the salute. Rush said, "This is the new great lama of our monastery, called Boren Trayyang. ”

The lama looked to be no more than twenty years old, and he was a very sunny young man with a bald head. If he hadn't been here, but at some school, I would have thought he was a sports commissioner with a passion for sports and an extraordinary boyish charm. He doesn't give us the impression of being as restrained and peaceful as a monk, but has a flamboyant youthful personality, and when we see him, we immediately blurt out two words: buddy.

Boren Zheyang faced us, and Li Yang learned from Rush to fold his hands. Borenzhe smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with us one by one. Rush said, "The Great Lama is very approachable and unconventional. ”

Boren Teyang's hands were thick and soft, like a girl's hands. He shook Liu Yan behind him and smiled slightly: "Do you still know me?" “

"It's familiar." Liu Yan said softly.

Rush said, "Grand Lama Boren is the successor specially designated by the lama before he leaves, and he is also a reincarnated living Buddha. ”

Boren Zheyang said: "I can't remember much in my previous life, he used to practice in this temple. I've met some people, read some books, and experienced some things. His tone was very plain, and he summed up his life in just a few words.

He saw Yang Shanshan: "My master once told me that if I saw you come back, I would take you to see something. ”

We looked at each other. Boren Zheyan whispered to Rush that he was here. Rush turned and went.

Lama Boren Tseyang led us out of the house, and he looked at the monks in the room who were drawing thangkas together and said, "Every grass, tree, and even stone and soil on this mountain is extremely sacred to us. Only when painting thangkas can you take paint from the mountains. The vividness of the various pigments extracted from the mountains can remain unchanged for hundreds of years. It's a pity that all of this is probably going to cease to exist. ”

Li Yang really couldn't hold back: "Great Lama, you always say that if you want to destroy it, you don't want to avoid it?" ”

Boren Zheyang shook his head: "Everything was decided thousands of years ago, we are just moving towards that result step by step, how to avoid it?" I also came from the city, grew up in Tianjin, and originally had the same growth route as ordinary people. But when the lama found me, it dawned on me that everything should happen, that things should happen. ”

His gaze drifted to the dark blue night sky: "We people can understand reincarnation, but what I'm most worried about is those villagers down the mountain. If one day the mountain temple is destroyed, it will be a huge blow to them. ”

Yang Shanshan asked, "What does the master want to show me?" ”

Boren Zheyan took us to a room and said quietly, "It is a very, very old fable. ”

Opening the door, it was pitch black inside, and Boren Zheyang picked up a butter lamp by the window and lit it. Sparks lit up, and as the flames burned, our shadows dragged into the house. Walking into the room, Boren Zheyan motioned for the door to be closed.

This is supposed to be a prayer hall, which is very large and full of piles of scriptures. As time has passed, the pages of these scrolls have withered and yellowed, and some of them are scattered and opened, and they are covered with Tibetan characters written in black paint, which are so dense that they cannot be read.

There was an unpleasant smell in the room, somewhat similar to a mixture of sheep smell and musty smell, somewhat pungent.

"This is the place where the scriptures are hidden, and you can only enter with the permission of the great lamas of the past generations." Boren Zheyang walked ahead with a butter lamp, and we followed closely. Bypass the pile of prayers and come to the wall.

He slowly raised the oil lamp, and in an instant it illuminated the wall. We see that on the whole wall, there are several huge thangkas, one next to the other, with bright colors and vivid figures, which have a strong visual impact.

I look stupid, these paintings are not like the traditional thangka technique, but the sense of hierarchy is very clear, with a strong sense of three-dimensional and perspective, the colors are so bright that people can't breathe, there is a very rich reality and vicissitudes.

Boren Zheyang walked to the first painting, and we saw that there was a naked ** monster painted on it. It had the body of a woman, but it had the head of a cow. The woman's body looks like a girl, with fair and delicate skin, a slender figure, and the bull's head on it is very terrifying, the whole is black, the two horns are straight and erect, and the two small eyes are looking out of the picture, which seems to be able to penetrate through. The cow's head is matched with the girl's body, one black and one white, the visual effect is very weird, especially the eyes of the cow, which can't be described at all.

The shadows of several of us are projected onto the picture in the faint firelight, making the painting flicker and darken subtly. Not only does it not affect the effect, but it gives it a mysterious and vicissitudes that are difficult to describe.

"What is this?" Li Yang asked in a trembling voice.

"This is a series of thangkas hand-painted by the monks of the temple under the guidance of the first great lama who built the temple at that time, and it is a fable of the temple for nearly a thousand years. The Great Lama had a dream when he was building the temple, and in a trance, he saw a vision of the future: the mountain collapsed, the temple was destroyed into a pile of rubble, the crown of the Lotus Mountain fell from the sky, and when the smoke and dust dispersed, everything was gone, just like returning to the way it was before the temple was built. Guided by this dream, he led the monks over decades to meticulously compose these thangkas, which tell the true secret of reincarnation. ”

He pointed to the monster in the body of a minotaur and said, "This monster is the ...... sent by the god of fate to warn the world," and he said a Tibetan word that was difficult to understand, and we did not understand it. Seeing our puzzled looks, Boren Zheyang said, "In other words, it is not a devil, it can even be said to be an angel. It came only to tell people a reality, and that is the cruelty of reality! This monster brought the heavenly opportunity to destroy the temple and the sacred mountain. Thousands of years have passed, the prophecy is finally coming true, and now, she has appeared! ”

I listened with chills all over my body and my throat fluttering. **, the monster appeared? The room grew darker, and our shadows swayed against the walls.

"What then?" I asked, trembling.

"Don't do it." Boren Zheyang looked at us, and his gaze fell on Yang Shanshan's body the most. He held up the butter lamp and illuminated the wrist of the minotaur on the thangka. We can clearly see a butterfly looming there.

Yang Shanshan screamed "ah", took a few steps back, and covered her face tightly with her hands. The girl looked at the bull-headed monster on the thangka, her eyes widened, and her facial features were almost distorted.

Li Yang and I were so frightened that we hid to the side, looking at Yang Shanshan, the hairs on our backs stood up. My head is soaked in cold sweat, **, Yang Shanshan is a bull-headed monster? Isn't she Li Yang's cousin? What's going on?

Yang Shanshan sat on the ground, her hands on the ground, her hair hanging deeply, sobbing in a low voice, and tears fell one by one.

There was silence in the dark room, and no one spoke. She slowly raised her head and cried, "I'm not a monster, I didn't want to destroy the temple. ”

Boren Zheyang walked over, put a hand on the girl's head, and whispered, "Don't cry, it's not your fault." ”

The butter light, illuminating only the two of them, was like a silent stage play. Yang Shanshan sat on the ground and sobbed, the monk held a lamp in one hand and stroked the top with the other, the lights were faint, and the scene was silent, like a projection of an ancient thangka in reality.

"You are just a prophecy," Boren said, "and your presence only heralds the end of everything." It's not your fault. Although the knife can kill, the knife itself has no good or evil. ”

Yang Shanshan raised her head, and the girl cried silently: "Master, I didn't want to destroy the temple. ”

Boren Zheyang squatted down and helped her up. The girl lay in his arms and cried uncontrollably. Boren Zheyang gently hugged her, looked at us, and handed the butter lamp to Li Yang: "You guys should look at it first." ”

I watched the eldest girl throw myself into my arms, swallowed my saliva, and quickly coughed to put away my dirty thoughts. Damn, I despise myself, and in this atmosphere, it's so obscene.

We continue to look at the thangka, and the following story is also simple and easy to understand, and although there is some dreamlike stream of consciousness, it does not prevent us from understanding the whole story.

This minotaur plays a character that resembles the Broom Star of the Dead Gate, with a dark prophecy. Everywhere she went, the mountains and temples collapsed, countless people were crying, the heavens and the earth were dark, like a torrential rain, and everything turned into rubble.

What caught my attention the most was an old lama and a young lama sitting cross-legged face to face in a dimly lit prayer hall. The background of the scripture hall is very terrifyingly filled with all kinds of strange black shadows. These black shadows flickered on the wall, some like twisted women, some like men on their knees howling, some like unjust souls being tortured. Each shadow was thin and long, and some even spread to the ceiling.

The monks, one old and one young, were completely wrapped in ghostly black shadows, and their bodies appeared to be very small. The two of them lit only a butter lamp, and they were talking to each other, and they seemed to be completely unaware of the ghosts around them. The effect of the whole picture is really a heart, I can't breathe when I see it, and my heart is like being filled with lead, and it keeps sinking.

"What are they talking about?" I said to myself.

"Talking about death." Liu Yan looked at this thangka with blazing eyes, and suddenly said.

I had a stirring for no reason, and goosebumps rose all over my body.

"You, how do you know the way?" I asked.

Liu Yan walked to the painting, gently reached out her hand, did not touch the painting, but nodded at the young lama on it, and said in a trembling voice: "Because, this person is me!" ”

"Huh?!" Li Yang and I looked at each other.

Liu Yan slowly left tears: "I remember, my first life was this lama, this lama......"

Boren Zheyang comforted Yang Shanshan, walked over, and said slowly: "Sure enough, it's you, junior brother." ”

Liu Yan nodded tearfully: "Senior brother." ”

Seeing that we were very confused, Boren Tseyang said, "A long, long time ago, the first lama who built the monastery wanted to choose a person with great courage and wisdom from among the monks to accomplish one thing. Entering the human world, reincarnation does not stop, looking for death and the meaning of life. In the end, he chose two children as candidates, one was me and the other was his junior brother. ”

Liu Yan nodded.

"The guru chose the junior disciple after the most reluctance. He will enter reincarnation. ”

Li raised his eyebrows: "No, you are also reincarnated." Do you have any differences? ”

Boren Zheyang nodded: "My reincarnation is not passed down from generation to generation, I only lived two lives. A thousand years ago, I was a monk in the monastery for one lifetime, and now I am for another lifetime. And my mood remains the same, I'm still me. The junior is more complicated. ”

Liu Yan said: "My reincarnation is almost passed down from generation to generation, I am reborn in order to give up, my mood is foggy, and I can only understand the ups and downs when I enter the red dust, but I can't escape from the world." I have seen the war full of artillery, witnessed the slaughter of corpses and bones, experienced the rise of wealth and high-rise buildings, and experienced the collapse of buildings, I have been a billionaire, I have been a beggar all my life, I have drunk elixir, I have gnawed tree bark, I have been an emperor, I have been a slave......"

"The ups and downs of the human world are deceitful, and those who are not brave cannot go through it." "Death is not terrible, what is terrible is to live awake forever," Boren said. ”

Liu Yan looked at the thangkas on the wall, and said leisurely: "Senior brother, I want to end all this, can you help me?" ”

Boren Zheyang pointed to the last thangka, the piece of rubble and dust: "Go back to the beginning of reincarnation." ”