Where the temple is connected to the no-man's land, there are no roads.

There is only one place with a drop of more than 200 meters from top to bottom, and the steepness can be called a cliff, which is very steep and the most dangerous place near the entire lama temple.

The young lama didn't believe it, of course, but he soon noticed that something was wrong, because where the man was standing, there were only a pair of lonely footprints, without any extension.

In such a snowy weather, to have such an effect, unless he fell from the sky, he could only climb down the cliff.

Although the young lama was surprised, his habit of practice prevented him from asking too much about something, even if he was curious.

"Why did you stop at our door?" The young lama asked as usual.

The little brother pointed to the charcoal stove and said, "It's warm here, I'll take it and leave immediately." ”

The young lama looked at him and suddenly had a strange thought, could it be the strange custom of this temple, that is, every ten years, if someone passes by the door, there will be a place to warm up?

Or maybe someone wants someone to pass by the temple gate to stop because of these three stoves.

The person who formulated this rule in the first place had such a premonition since the temple was built, and the young lama was a little afraid to think about it anymore.

The man on the other side was as quiet as a snowman, and the broken hair on his forehead was slightly messed up by the wind, covering his eyes, and the dark eyes seemed to suck in all the light that could shine through the broken hair into his eyes.

After standing on the snowy wetland for a long time, the young lama's feet were a little unbearable, but he couldn't just turn around and leave, which was rude.

The young lama was a little embarrassed, so he politely said, "It's warmer inside, why don't you go in and take a rest and drink a bowl of butter tea before leaving." ”

Ben just asked politely, but he didn't expect the little brother to nod directly, "Okay." ”

So the young lama led the little brother into the temple, and after entertaining him with hot tea and hot rice, he also arranged a room for him and chatted casually.

In the evening, the young lama carried an oil lamp to take the little brother back to his room, but as he walked, he noticed that the guest seemed to be familiar with the furnishings and roads in the temple.

As he was muttering in his heart, he heard the little brother ask him, "Is there one hundred and twenty-seven rooms in your lama's temple?" ”

The young lama was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look, but saw that the little brother was looking up at the night sky overhead, the night sky here, full of stars, beautiful like a phantom in a dream.

He nodded yes, this is something he has known since he came to the temple at a very young age, but the question is, how did this strange guest know, could it be that the brightest stars in the sky are exactly one hundred and twenty-seven?

The young lama couldn't help but look up at the sky, which was densely packed with stars of different sizes, and he really couldn't see the difference.

The younger brother spoke again, and he asked the young lama, "I'm sorry for you, can you let me go and see every room?" ”

The curiosity in the young lama's heart was about to overflow, but the power of his cultivation restrained him, there was no delusion, no curiosity, he should not be superfluous in this matter.

The man in front of him was really mysterious, and there seemed to be many secrets hidden under his cold appearance, and the young lama wondered if he had been sent by God to test his cultivation, so he nodded in response.

The lama temple has not had guests for a long time since the beginning of winter, so there is no need to worry about disturbing anything.

The young lama took the little brother to check room by room, and I don't know how long later, when the young lama pushed open the door of a room that had been idle for a long time, the little brother slowed down slightly and stopped.

The young lama lifted his hand carrying the oil lamp over the door frame and shone the light into it, knowing that there was something in the room that had touched the little brother.

The little brother walked into the room and removed the messy books and debris on the table, revealing a dry corpse underneath.

The corpse was in a sitting position, with its upper body lying on the table, wearing the usual lama robes, the moisture on the corpse had completely dried, the face and the table had rotted together, and the bones had melted, which showed that the person had been dead here for a long time.

The young lama was taken aback, he never imagined that there would be a corpse in this long-vacant room.

However, there are only so many lamas in their temple, and all of them are all together, and there are no fewer people.

Who could this man be? Could it be that the lamas in the temple in the past, no one found out about their old deaths here?

"This ...... Who's this? The young lama finally couldn't hold back and stammered.

"This is Lama Naruren, my friend." The little brother's eyelids drooped slightly, and he went around to the other side of the corpse to check, and found that the corpse's cervical vertebrae had been twisted off with great force.

The man who started was very skillful, crisp and neat, and there was not a trace of struggle on the body of the Naruhito Lama, and he was killed with one blow.

The little brother's eyes were faint, and he set out the table, moved the body of Lama Deren flat, and found in his arms a volume of "Confessions of the Eighty-Eight Buddhas" that had been soaked in corpse water and rotted into a pile.

There was a trace of fluctuation in the originally silent eyes of the little brother, this thing should not appear in the hands of Lama Naruhito, it was obvious that the person who was the killer at that time deliberately placed it on Naruhito.

Some of the contents of the scriptures could no longer be read clearly, and the little brother was silent for a few seconds, then turned to the young lama and said, "Please tidy up this room and bury Naruhito's body properly, I want to live here." ”

The young lama's mind was almost blank, and he mechanically walked out of the room to the outside, and when the cold sweep was in his hand, he was thrilled by the ice, and the broken strings in his brain were finally connected.

He looked around, and suddenly felt that everything here had become unfamiliar, and he didn't know as much about the temple as a temporary guest.

The younger brother lived in the monastery for several months, during which time they also checked a lot of information, and the young lama discovered a phenomenon that made him even more devastated.

Lama Naruhito has been registered since the temple was first established, and in almost every generation of lamas, there is a lama named Naruhito, who is like a special identity inheritance, and it was not until his generation that Naruhito's name disappeared from the register.

The young lama did not know how the last generation of Naruhito had died, and when he returned to the house, the younger brother had already collected Naruhito's body.

He later guessed that Naruhito's existence should be related to the three charcoal stoves placed at the entrance of the temple once every ten years, and he also asked the younger brother to ask the truth of the matter.

The little brother told him directly, and it seemed that he had no intention of hiding it at all.

The little brother said, "I'm here to find someone." ”

The name of the person he was looking for was Dong Can, his original surname was Zhang, and Dong was a fake surname he took.

Zhang Qixun remembered that when he filled in the list of outsiders in Banai Kuhao Village, the name written by the little brother was also two words, Dong Nuo.

Dong Nuo - understand promises, in the cognition of the little brother, commitment is a very important thing, his memory is not good, he doesn't want to forget those unfulfilled promises when he loses his memory, so he never promises easily.

The little brother said that he had a disease that would forget all the previous events every once in a while, and his brain could not hold new memories except for some childhood memories and past events.

It is true that he has come out of the snowy mountains, and has brought out a secret from the depths of the snowy mountains, but he will inevitably forget this secret before long.

Naruhito's existence is to meet him every ten years when he comes to the snow-capped mountains, and record all the things that happen that he brings out of the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

A few years ago, before he entered the snow-capped mountains, he had a pact with the last Deren Lama that he would bring a huge secret out of the snow-capped mountains, but when he came out, he may have completely forgotten the agreement.

So Naruhito Lama would wait for him at this temple and tell him everything that happened in the mountains before he completely forgot it, and Naruhito would record it.

In this temple, each generation of Naruhito exists to wait for a person who returns from the snowy mountains with secrets.

It's a pity that Naruhito of this generation died before the little brother returned from the snowy mountain, and he didn't even have time to find a successor for himself.

Perhaps knowing that he was about to forget, the little brother told the young lama everything he knew.

When Naruhito said this, he took out a thick pile of scrolls from the carved box, handed it to Zhang Qixun, and said: "The things you want to know are all in the text recorded by the previous Naruhito, and the time I met him at the gate of the temple was the second time he came to the snow-capped mountain here. ”

"As for the other guest you want to know, I'll tell you when you've read all of them."

Zhang Qixun nodded slightly, "Okay, I'm tired of the master." ”

Naruhito smiled kindly, put his hands together and bowed, then turned around and walked out of the house, instructing the little lama not far away to add a pot of butter milk tea to the house, and then gently closed the door outside.

Zhang Qixun sat at the low table, and according to the Tibetan characters marked on the volume, he found the earliest book in this pile, and read it word by word from beginning to end.

Naruhito said that after he became Naruhito, he knew that one day in the future, Zhang Jixun would come here, so when the time he "saw" was about to come, he had prepared everything in advance.

He didn't know the truth of Zhang Qixun's face, when the great lama with profound Buddhism looked at a person, he never looked at the appearance, he saw the future between that person and the lama temple.

The story begins in the early twentieth century, when Dong Can, a border merchant, came to the Himalayan snow-capped mountains with a team of horses, intending to cross the border from here.

The team did not make it out of the snowy mountains, but a few years later, two of the people who had died in the brawl were found in Bangladesh, two of the four core members of the team, and at the end of the same year, a third core member was recognized in Sikkim, except for the most critical one, Dong Can, who was not heard from.

The only clue is that one of his letters was given to one of the lamas of Motuo, Naruhito.

There was a picture in the letter, and there were strange figures on it, and it was a astrological chart.

However, the letter was intercepted in the middle of the way, and the people who intercepted the letter could not understand the contents, they did not know that the location indicated in the astrological painting was the place they had been looking for.

Dong Can himself disappeared, and the last letter he sent was supposed to be sent by Naruhito through a special channel to a place in the northeast where there was an ancient family, but at that time, the internal problems of that family had already appeared, and the enemy was on the back and had no time to take care of more.

So the elders of the family sent the little brother to Motuo to investigate Dong Can's whereabouts, and Naruhito was the connector here.

Zhang Qixun speculated that there must have been a close relationship between the original Naruhito and the Zhang family, and then gradually began to choose some ordinary people with good talent to be Deren.

All the activities of the Zhang family are very secretive, so the contact between Motuo's liaison station and the Zhang family's own family is not frequent, basically once every ten years.

The little brother didn't find Dong Can in the end, and only found an oil painting in the room where Dong Can once lived.

Dong Can has lived here for a long time, but now everything here has been removed, and only the oil painting with a huge lake is left.

The color of the lake is extraordinary, and Naruhito had no idea that there was such a distant, mysterious, and isolated way of being in this world.

Naruhito recognized the reflection in the lake, and one of the snow-capped mountains projected in the blue-gray lake was Gangren Gebo Peak.

The little brother looked at the snow-covered mountains in the distance and asked Naruhito, "Where is that lake in the painting?" ”

Naruhito told him his reasoning, and three days later, with Naruhito's help, the little brother hired three porters who were willing to accompany him into the mountains at an attractive offer.

A week later, the little brother headed to the hinterland of the snow-capped mountains under the leadership of the three people, and before leaving, he made an agreement with Naruhito at that time.

It was very difficult to walk in the snow, especially since the snow was almost submerging their thighs, so they had to find a cliff where they could shelter from the wind, dig a hole in the snow of the cliff, and plan to rest for a while, and wait for the wind and snow to be a little lighter before moving forward.

Unexpectedly, by coincidence, they dug and dug and found a relatively deep cave under the snow, and several people hid in it to rest.

In the second half of the night, the wind and snow were still whining, and in the cave, Luo Gongbu, who was guarding by the fire, was a little sleepy by the firelight, and the time for the shift change had not yet arrived, so he pinched his eyelids and took a sip of mutton white wine to refresh himself.

At the moment when he was distracted, the little brother on the side suddenly got up from the ground, walked to the entrance of the cave and listened carefully with his ears sideways.

Logombu didn't know what he could hear in the howling wind outside, and that he didn't need a vigil as the owner who hired them.

was wondering, but seeing that the little brother's face changed, he returned to the cave to wake up the remaining two people, and at the same time urged in a low voice: "Quickly retreat inside, be careful not to make a sound." ”

The three of them didn't know why, but they still moved deeper into the cave for more than ten meters according to their words, and the cave they found was relatively deep, and there were cracks in the back that extended into the mountain.

The other hired footman, Raba, was about to inquire when the cave where they were suddenly began to shake violently.

The large lump of snow poured in from the mouth of the cave and spread to five or six meters in front of them almost in the blink of an eye before stopping.

As soon as they saw the snow, the three of them were stunned from the beginning, and they reacted instantly.

It's an avalanche -

Thank you for the reward from the big guy [Amnesia does not lose you], compare the heart

(End of chapter)