Yang Jin Ram shouted: "Oh no, there are still organs here, and I can't get out here." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

It turned out that there were some mechanisms inside this stone chamber, and Lausanne inadvertently triggered the jack gate at the exit of the stone chamber, causing the way out to be blocked by a boulder. This stone chamber is surrounded by solid rock, and if there is no mechanism to open the jack gate, everyone can only sit here and wait for death.

Some people began to blame the big man for not being too troublesome, he was the culprit who caused everyone to fall into a desperate situation, and some people accused Lausanne of not being impulsive and setting off the device. For a while, several people were in a commotion.

Yang Jin Ram was relatively calm when he encountered the incident, and when he saw that such a quarrel could not solve the problem, he said: "You guys should stop arguing, can this solve the problem?"

Several people were silenced by her question, and they didn't know how to answer. Kampot said impatiently: "I said Ram, if you can't get out, you have to be trapped here, and we don't have explosives, what do you say?"

Yang Jinlam glanced at the structure of the stone chamber and said: "Since there is a mechanism to trigger the jack gate, then there must be a device to open the jack gate, everyone look for it, as long as you can find the device that opens, there is a way to get out." ”

A few people shone the cat's eye flashlight, and the one who carried the miner's lamp carried the miner's lamp, and according to what Yang Jinlam said, they began to look for the mechanism to open the jack gate. Lausanne was afraid of triggering a more dangerous mechanism when looking for the jack gate opening device, so he reminded everyone to pay attention to safety.

After looking for it in a circle, the eyes of the Buddha statue and the patterns of King Kong and Tara on the murals that can be reached have been touched by everyone, and there is no device to open the jack gate.

Lausanne was inevitably a little discouraged and sat down against the wall. Lit a cigarette and smoked in a muffled voice. "What did I come all this way for? For love, for marrying the goddess Yang Jinlam in my heart? or ......" He thought nonsense while smoking, ignoring others. Perhaps from the time she met Yangjin Lhamo on the train to Lhasa, her fate was destined to be rewritten by this Nepalese girl who claimed to be a descendant of the ancient royal clan of Zhangxiong.

Perhaps it was from the moment Yang Jin Ram walked into his shop selling thangkas with the thangka drawn on human skin, that today's ending was doomed. It was a sunny afternoon, the Lhasa sun was blazing on Barkhor Street, and the square in front of the Jokhang Temple was bustling with tourists and worshippers. Lausanne was squinting in the shop and lying in his chair looking at the familiar scene, when suddenly a phone call woke him up from his lazy trance.

On the phone, a girl asked Lausanne if she had a shop selling thangkas. Lausanne stretched his waist and replied in a daze that he had indeed opened a shop that ran a thangka business.

It turned out that the girl who called him was the Nepalese student he met on the train, Yangjin Ram, who made him fall in love at first sight.

Yang Jinlam walked into the thangka shop in Lausanne with an old human skin thangka, and told him about the origin of this human skin thangka, which was an antiquity handed down by their family, and now that he had grown up, he wanted to go to Shambhala Wonderland to explore the secrets recorded on this human skin thangka.

Yang Jinlam translated for him and Kampot the contents of the human pi thangka in Zhangzhung Maldivid, and promised Lobsang that if he could help her find the location of the Shambhala mandala, he would marry him, and promised Kampot that if he could find the Shambhala mandala, the treasures contained would be taken by Kampot at will. Kampot is a businessman who has long heard that the legendary paradise of Shambhala is full of gold and jewelry.

The three hit it off, and after discussing it, Kampot funded the formation of an expedition. Some people for unknown purposes, some for love and faith, some for treasure or other purposes, they embark on the road to find the secret place of Shambhala, the legendary holy place of Tibetan Buddhism.

The human skin thangka was not the result of the brutal oppression of the old Tibetan serfs, as most of us believe.

There are two sources of the extant human skin thangka, one is that a very small number of eminent monks in Tibetan history imitated the practice of "peeling the skin and copying the scriptures" and painted on the skin. After they passed away, the descendants kept the Pithangka as an offering.

Another source of human skin thangka is derived from the indigenous religion of Tibet, Bon.

In the past, in Tibet, there would be some evil people who would kill the people in a cruel way, and the Tibetans would regard these people as the embodiment of the devil. In order to stop evil, there is a method of killing in Bon, and the wicked will be killed by cultivating the law. In order to prevent the evil spirits who were killed, people would peel the skin and paint, and paint some images of the protector gods to suppress the evil spirits, so there is the human skin thangka that people see today.

Whether it is the Buddhist monks who are interested in painting "using skin as cloth" to make offerings, or the Bon monks who peel their skins to paint in order to suppress evil spirits, human skin thangka is a unique product of Tibetan culture, which is essentially different from the use of human skin by Nazi German fascists, nor is it the so-called perverted practice that slave owners came up with in order to mutilate serfs.

If, as some propaganda reports say, human skin thangkas are "very precious gifts," and there were "millions of serfs" in old Tibet, then with the "slave owners'" indisputable right to dispose of the serfs, it is by no means difficult for the "slave owners" to get more human skin thangkas, and they can just kill some people.

In fact, there are very few human skin thangkas that have survived to this day, not only in Han China, but also in Tibet. So much so that many Tibetans can't tell what the human pi thangka is all about.

Nowadays, no one will sacrifice their lives to feed tigers, no one will cut meat to feed eagles, and no one will peel the skin into paper and analyze the bones into a pen, although there are still people who write scriptures with blood, but it is only written on paper, not human skin.

After listening to Yangjin Ram's explanation, Lobsang and Kampot saw the light of day, and they roughly understood how these people who have been preserved to this day came from. But it doesn't make sense to explain it, since this human skin thangka is a product of Bon, then it should be painted with the protector god or Buddha, although this thangka has the Buddha and the Dharma Protector Vajra, but why is it involved in the place of Shambhala?

At that time, Lausanne also asked Yang Jinlam about these problems, but she said: "I don't know this, but when we go to that place, it will be clear." She paused for a moment and said: "Some scholars in Europe and the United States believe that ancient Bon is a little-known form of existence of ancient Buddhism in Central Asia, and later after the improvement of the teachings and consciousness of ancient Bon by the Buddha Xinrao Miwo Rulai, Yongzhong Bon was formed, and the Buddhism preached by the Buddha Xinrao Miwo Rulai had an impact on ancient Hinduism, Jainism, and later Indian Buddhism, do you think it has anything to do with this......

Thinking of this, Lausanne finished smoking a cigarette, he dropped the cigarette butt, and said to himself: "When I first set out, I thought that I could easily find Shambhala Mandala, just like a walking tour, but I didn't expect to be trapped in such a stone chamber now......"

When Yang Jinram heard Lausanne complaining alone, he asked, "Lausanne, do you regret it?"

Lausanne lit another cigarette, then smoked it, and said, "I don't regret it, but I suddenly feel very slim." Each of you has your own purpose with you, and I'm just here to be with you. It's not together yet, so I'm going to die like this, sometimes I think I'm really stupid, what the hell am I doing?"

Several people who were looking for the mechanism to open the jack gate heard Lausanne say this, and they were also infected by negative emotions and stopped moving. Smoking smoking, silent silence.

Yang Jin Ram looked at the man in front of him, thinking about Lausanne, who was willing to take his life to embark on this unknown road of life and death just for his own words, and suddenly felt a lot of emotion and sorrow in his heart, no matter how strong he was, he was just a woman. She wanted him to hold it, even if he died, he would be happy, right?

Yang Jin Ram said softly: "Fool, we will definitely get out alive, even if we can't find Shambhala, I will marry you." We all have to live well!"

She caressed Lausanne's handsome face with pity. This good-looking face was full of scumbag from the rush and exhaustion of the past few days: "Fool, if you can get out, you should shave your beard well." As he spoke, he stretched out his arms: "Come, hug." ”