Early the next morning, Ding Yu dimly felt that someone was in front of him, he subconsciously stood up and punched at the man, halfway through the punch he opened his eyes, and saw a panicked little face, he quickly retracted his strength, his fist stopped at the tip of the man's nose, and the fist wind blew all the greasy hair that he had not washed for months to the back of his head.

Ding Yu recognized that this person was the little sand man who accompanied him out of the camp last night, but he still opened his mouth wide at this time, obviously startled by Ding Yu's fist power. Ding Yu saw that he was bare-handed, not malicious, so he bared his teeth and smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and waved his hand to show misunderstanding. This is a conditioned reflex formed by Ding Yu during his escape, but whenever someone approaches him silently, his first reaction is to make a move.

Xiao Shamin swallowed his saliva and patted his chest in shock. Then he pulled Ding Yu's sleeve and pointed to the outside of the tent. Ding Yu walked out of the tent with him, only to see the head of the sand people and a few young people in Changsha were surrounding Ding Yu's cart, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Could it be that the monk was sick again last night? Ding Yu walked forward quickly, but saw that the monk was talking calmly with several sand people, and one of the sand people looked anxious and stretched out his hand to untie the rope, but was held down by the head of the sand people.

The monk was lying on the cart, one step ahead of the others to see Ding Yu, he said a word to Ding Yu in the language of the sand people, Ding Yu shook his head and said that he did not understand, he tentatively asked the monk in Chinese: "Are you sane again?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, and then asked in Chinese, "Are you speaking Chinese?" Then he realized that he had said nonsense, and replied in Chinese: "The poor monk has regained his senses, and he is tired of the benefactor to loosen the bonds of the poor monk." ”

Ding Yu was overjoyed to finally meet someone with whom he could communicate! He explained while untying the cow tendon rope: "Last night, I saw you dancing wildly until you were exhausted, and I was afraid that you would wake up and toss again, so I had to make this decision. ”

The monk got down from the cart, staggered a few steps, and as soon as he stood firm, he bowed to Ding Yu and said: "If it weren't for the donor's rescue, the poor monk would have died in the sand river, how dare you give birth to half a point of blame, the donor said this, I am really ashamed of the poor monk." ”

Ding Yu laughed and said, "It's easy to say, but I'm not a donor, I'm also a monk." As he spoke, he took off the hat on his head, revealing his head, which had grown half an inch of hair.

The monk was stunned for a moment, and said again: "It's the poor monk who is calling it bad." Thank you, Guru, for saving your life!"

Ding Yu waved his hand again and again and said: "Although I am a monk, I am a warrior monk, I have not practiced Buddhism for a day, and I will never dare to be called a teacher." Come, come, I'm not used to being polite, this is not the place to talk, why don't you go to the camp and talk in detail?"

"Do as the Master commands. Then he turned his head and said a few words to the head of the sand, who this time respectfully invited him into the camp.

Ding Yu, the red-clothed monk, the head of the sand people, and a few elders sat in a circle around the fire, on which was a steaming pot of Luobu hemp tea. The red-clothed monk used Chinese for a while, and Shamin for a while, and explained his origin to everyone.

If you want to talk about the origin of this red-clothed monk, you have to start with a public case three hundred years ago. At that time, the lord of the Tibetan state, Dharma, was dissatisfied with the monks' interference in politics, claiming that the implementation of Buddhism had angered the heavens, resulting in many natural disasters, and on this ground, Buddhism was banned in Tibet, Buddhist temples were demolished and Buddhist scriptures were burned, and Buddhist monks were forced to return to the laity, otherwise they were either reduced to slavery or killed, resulting in the foundation of Tibetan Buddhism almost cut off. Later, Dharma was assassinated by the monk Beji Dorje, and his sons Yundan and Osong were busy fighting for the throne, and the destruction of the Buddha was stopped. But also because of the war between the two princes, the Tubo Kingdom was divided and divided by the major nobles, even if some noble lords believed in Buddhism and wanted to re-promote it, they could not do anything. Later generations of monks believed that Daruma was the reincarnation of the Bull Demon King, so they called it Lang Daruma, and Lang was the cow.

Today, Buddhism in Tibet is gradually revived, but the temple Buddha statues can be rebuilt, and monks can be recruited to be ordained, but the lack of Buddhist scriptures is difficult to make up. Therefore, many virtuous monks went to foreign countries to seek Buddhist scriptures, Tianzhu, Dali, the Great Song Dynasty and even the Western Regions have the footprints of these monks. The red-clothed monk Basang is one of them.

Basang is the khenpo of the Tibetan Esoteric Sect Club, that is, the master of the Dharma. His trip was to go to Qiuzi in the Western Regions to obtain Buddhist scriptures. When passing through the desert, it is cold at night, so you hide in the dry river to avoid the wind. For some reason, he suddenly saw a vision in front of him, and he and the monks fought desperately to the death, and then he saw many asura demons surrounding him, tearing his flesh and blood with sharp teeth.

Speaking of this, Basang was still afraid, he said: "The Jin Dynasty monk Fa Xian once said that there are many evil ghosts and hot winds in the Sand River, and if they encounter it, they will die, and no one will be spared. The words of the sages are not deceitful, and if the poor monks are not rescued by Master Ding, I am afraid that they will also be harmed by evil spirits. ”

At this time, the Shamintou people also said something, and Basang translated: "The Rankatou people said that things like this happen occasionally, they hear the crying at night, and the next day there will be corpses in the Sand River, sometimes herdsmen, sometimes travelers, but all the corpses have no wounds on their bodies, and they also think that there are evil spirits in the Sand River asking for their lives, so they warn the tribesmen that they must not set foot in the Sand River at night." ”

Ding Yu is from the 21st century, and it is difficult to believe in the saying that "evil ghosts ask for their lives", but what happened to Basang is what he has seen with his own eyes, and it is indeed incredible, and he does not understand why a monk who has achieved great cultivation can suddenly lose his mind. However, there are many mysteries about Lop Nur, and he has heard a lot of mysterious events about Lop Nur in his previous life, but he has not been able to give a convincing answer in the end, so he can only survive the hot wind ghosts in the Sand River.

Ding Yu was more concerned about whether Basang could be his guide than about the supernatural incident, and he asked, "Master Basang, are you going to return to Zongju Temple in the future?"

Basang shook his head and said, "No, I still have to go to Qiuzi to learn scriptures, rest for a day today, and set off tomorrow when my body recovers." ”

Ding Yu was depressed again, if he could, he wouldn't mind coercing the monk by force, but he knew it would be useless to do so. Monks like Pasang were determined to do something that no one could change, as evidenced by his decision to continue his journey the next day after he had just escaped death.

The monk can't be a guide, and although Ding Yu is depressed, he doesn't care too much. Originally, he wanted to find the sandman as a guide, and it just so happened that Basang could speak tribal language, so it would be good to let him help translate it later. So he asked about the monk's martial arts again.

If in the Central Plains martial arts, it is taboo for Ding Yu to ask others directly about martial arts, but Basang doesn't mind, in his mind, the Buddhist scriptures of Tantra are the supreme secret treasure, and martial arts are just tools for apologetics. He replied, "I practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong and the Vajra Method, but I am too concerned with martial arts, and I only practice the surface of both martial arts. ”

Ding Yu's heart was shocked, this is the first villain of the Condor Golden Wheel Dharma King's housekeeping skills, he relied on the ten-layer dragon elephant like the magic to fight the East Evil alone, a lamp and the old naughty boy, although the final defeat, but the great power of the dragon elephant is visible. If only I could learn......

As if hearing Ding Yu's heart, Basang said: "Although Master Ding is strong and far superior to ordinary people, he doesn't seem to have internal strength. If Master Ding does not give up, I am willing to teach him with the dragon elephant prajna skill. ”

Ding Yu couldn't believe it, he asked suspiciously, "I have heard that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong is the first protector of the Esoteric Sect, and the Venerable Master taught it to me, aren't you afraid of the leakage of the exercise?"

Basang smiled: "Master Ding is really knowledgeable. However, although Master Ding is not a tantric sect, he is also a member of the Buddhist sect and is not an outsider; second, since this dragon elephant is an apologetic exercise, it can only be passed on to the apologetics. Master Ding saved my life, that is, he saved my disciples, and of course he could teach. In fact, Basang didn't say a word, as a khenpo, he has a very high status in Tantra, which is equivalent to the great Confucianism in Confucianism.

Ding Yu was overjoyed and couldn't wait to start learning right away. Basang smiled slightly: "Don't worry. Venerable Ding said before that he had never studied Buddhism, but had he ever studied Buddhist scriptures?"

Ding Yu shook his head.

Basang said: "I expect the same. But that's a bit of a problem. ”

Ding Yu was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's the obstacle? Is it that if you want to learn the dragon elephant prajna gong, you have to learn the Buddhist scriptures first?"

Basang smiled again: "Not necessarily. However, although the dragon elephant is a martial art, it is written in a scriptural way, and there are many references to Buddhist scriptures and metaphors, etc., if the meaning of the scriptures is not clear, it is difficult to practice. ”

Do you have to go to a temple to study the Buddhist scriptures first? Which one should you go to? Shaolin or Qingliang Temple? Ding Yu frowned and pondered.

"Master Ding doesn't have to make difficulties, if the Master doesn't give up, why not go with the little monk, I can explain the meaning of the scriptures to the Master along the way, and we can refer to each other. Although the idea proposed by Basang was good, Ding Yu could not accept it.

He smiled bitterly and said: "Don't hide it from the Master, I have a very powerful enemy in the Western Regions, this person has extremely high martial arts and great power, if I step into Qiuzi, I will definitely die." ”

"Huh!" Basanchi said, "Could it be that Master Ding, you have provoked the Lord of the White Camel Mountain?"

Ding Yu shook his head: "Although it's not Ouyang Feng, it's not far off." Ding Yu's words are not exaggerated, the fire foreman Tuo was not invited to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate, and his martial arts should not be as good as Qiu Qianren, but with his strength to make trouble in Shaolin, he will definitely surpass the seven sons of Quanzhen. So there will never be too many people who can beat him today.

This time it was Basang's turn to be entangled, he said: "Master Ding's enemy is so powerful, then the only way to leave as soon as possible is a foolproof strategy, if you enter Tubo, Zongju Temple also has some prestige, even if it is the lord of White Camel Mountain, he does not dare to come to our temple to take people." The poor monk received the grace of his life and should have escorted the monk all the way to Tibet. It's just that the poor monk swore in front of the Buddha before leaving that he would never turn back if he couldn't get back the true scriptures. But how is this a good ......?"

When Ding Yu heard him repeatedly mention the word "learning scriptures", he suddenly had an idea and asked, "I wonder which scripture the Venerable Master is asking for?"

"The practice of our temple is based on the "Diamond Sutra", unfortunately lost nearly half of it in the Buddha chaos, although after a hundred years of collection, there is still a lack of the eleventh, fifteenth and eighteenth of them, this to go to Qiuzi, is to ask for these three. ”

Ding Yu's heart was cold when he heard this, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope, went back to the tent and found the sutra box he had obtained in the ancient city pagoda, handed it to Basang, and said, "I got this sutra by accident, but I don't know the source, please take a look at it." ”

Basang took the warp box, saw its ancient style, first a little dignified, until he took out a roll of parchment to see, shocked, hurriedly put the parchment back in the box, handed back Ding Yu, and then took a hot tea from the fire and poured it on his hand, rinsed the dust, and then took out a silk cloth, carefully wiped his hands, and sat upright. Then he took the prayer box again, carefully took out the parchment and unfolded it.

He carefully flipped through all six rolls of parchment, and the surprise on his face became stronger and stronger, until finally his hands trembled, he took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement a little, and said: "These six volumes of scriptures are the handwriting of the great monk Fa Yuan of the Jin Dynasty! Three of them are hand-copied in Sanskrit, and the other three volumes are even more remarkable, in addition to the Chinese translation, there are also annotations by the high monk Fa Yuan-this is simply a priceless Buddhist treasure! Master Ding, where did you get it?" It turns out that Sanskrit and Tibetan are very similar in appearance and meaning, so Ding Yu would have mistaken it for Tibetan before.

Ding Yu roughly described the ruins of the ancient city, and Basang pondered: "It sounds like the ancient city of Loulan. I really didn't expect that the ancient city of Loulan had disappeared for eight hundred years, and it was actually related to the mage. ”

Ding Yu said, "If the Venerable Master wants to go, I will accompany you there, but there is a desert all around, and I don't know if I can find it again." ”

"No need. Basang shook his head and said, "Loulan is Master Ding's fate, but Master Ding is my fate!"

Ding Yu was overjoyed and asked, "Could it be that this scripture is of great use to the Venerable Master?"

"Exactly!" Basang said solemnly: "My Zongju Temple originally had two fundamental scriptures, one was the "Diamond Sutra", and the other was this "Diamond Mandala Sutra", but the latter was lost in the Buddha chaos, but most of the previous scriptures were well preserved. Therefore, after the Buddha chaos, the "Diamond Sutra" became the only fundamental sutra in our temple. Unexpectedly, now the "Vajra Mandala Sutra" has reappeared in the hands of Master Ding. He pondered for a long time, then suddenly stood up and saluted Ding Yu: "Master Ding, this scripture is extremely precious, I dare not ask for it." I just ask the Master to allow me to transcribe this sutra and bring it back to our temple, and we will feel the great virtue of the whole temple!"

Ding Yu asked, "Do you mean not to go to Qiuci for the time being, but to return to Tubo first?"

"Exactly! I am seeking the true scriptures in this act, and the "Vajra Peak" is the true sutra, and the "Vajra Mandala" is also the true sutra. The top of the vajra can be asked for again, but the vajra mandala is missed this time, and I don't know when I can meet it again. ”

Ding Yu laughed, he had already read this scripture repeatedly these days, it was indeed a pure Buddhist scripture rather than a martial arts secret book, in this case, this scripture was useless to him, and it was great to be able to exchange it for a supreme secret book and the friendship of a big temple. He waved his hand and said: "What transcription is not transcription, I have already said that I am a warrior monk, what is the use of this Buddhist scripture in my hands? Since it is a classic of your temple, then take it!" After speaking, he handed the scripture box to Ba Sang, who took it, but no longer thanked him, but only bowed deeply to Ding Yu.