The situation at that time was simply chaos. Little Lama Jiang Bai was the second to rush out, and several masters from Lhasa also stood up and filed out to chase the woman in black.
Several lamas discussed quickly, and some of them rushed out of the broken window and jumped towards the bottom of the tower; as for those who stayed behind, they directed the panicked people in the temple to evacuate to the bottom of the tower.
I saw Mao Tongzhen standing up straight when he was stopped and controlled by two middle-aged lamas with sad and angry expressions.
It seems that Liu Xuedao's action just now made everyone in Baiju Temple think that they and the woman in black were in the same group, so they detained her.
Although Mao Tongzhen was unwilling, Master Lunzhu's rainbow light was taken away. Not only was he unable to reach the summit of bliss, but he also had to be controlled by others to do evil. The mood of the group of lamas in front of him at this moment was probably worse than death.
My father and mother were even more uncomfortable. Although we could not say that "a sad soldier will win", once they went crazy and were as powerful as Mao Tongzhen, they did not dare to make a mistake. Besides, there was no need for them to fall out, so they raised their hands and stopped moving.
Zamao Xiaodao and I smiled secretly and followed the crowded crowd and ran towards the bottom of the tower.
When we arrived at the bottom of the pagoda and exited the Jixiang Duomen Pagoda, we found that the entire temple was in chaos, with red-robed monks running around like headless flies everywhere. These lower-level monks probably knew something about it.
, but some people don’t know everything, so everyone is panic-stricken, as if the end of the world is coming, and they are helpless.
But the group of people who just jumped out of the fifth floor have long since disappeared and their whereabouts are unknown.
I looked up at the top of the tall tower, and I could still see the faint rainbow light hanging slantingly above the tower tip, seeming to have infinite regret. Neither Zamao Xiaodao nor I are the evil spirits that collect the rainbow light.
The teaching side was not the monks of Baiju Temple whose guru had been taken away. They only came here to drink a pot of soy sauce, so they had no personal experience. They were just afraid of being seen by Mao Tongzhen and others and showing their flaws, so they passed through countless Buddhist temples and temples.
Cang, and hurried back to the monk's room where we were staying.
When we walked into the room, Huo Wa was guarding our luggage obediently. We hurried over to pack it up. We didn’t have time to say goodbye to the old Lama Pangjue and the young Lama Jiang Bai. They probably didn’t have time to pay attention to us, so we walked out of the door.
, and ran towards the temple gate.
The tiger cat that we had agreed to gather did not come. I didn’t need to think about it. I knew that the fat hen must be interesting and interesting, so I ran to see the result of the chase. For this cunning fat bird, its safety was
, we don’t need to worry, but are waiting for it to come back and tell us about the subsequent development of this matter.
After walking out of the room again, after all this time buffering, the atmosphere in the temple was no longer as collapsed as it was at the beginning. The middle-level lamas of various sects in the temple had all stood up and were maintaining order everywhere, and people felt calmer.
, when we walked to the porch near the door, the young monk Nima found us and told us about Master Panjue's instructions, saying that he would follow the large army to chase the murderers, and asked us to wait for them to return in the monk's house, and then discuss the next matter.
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I pinched this little fat-cheeked monk and said that we here were so frightened that we didn’t dare to stay for a long time. Since we have finished observing Master Lunzhu’s rainbow transformation, we will stay soon. You two.
If the master wants to find us, he can go directly to our residence.
Nima was a little confused. He was only told to take good care of us in the monk's residence. He didn't know that we wanted to leave, so he was a little embarrassed. He pulled my clothes and said awkwardly: "Master Pangjue said
…”
Zamao Xiaodao knelt down and explained a few words to this stubborn little kid, then pushed me and tried to walk quickly towards the door.
However, as soon as he stood up, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Stop!"
I glanced back and saw a lean man in a black suit with a new scar on his forehead. His squinted eyes flickered, looking at us suspiciously and said, "Friend, he looks familiar. Can you?"
Can't you come and talk about it?" My eyelids twitched. Isn't this man the same Long Jinhai who I knocked down in the basement when I rescued Zamao Xiaodao on New Year's Eve?
This Zamao Xiaodao is a fellow disciple of the same master, and it is really hard to change, but they meet again.
I glanced at Zamao Xiaodao. He seemed to have not heard the call at all and ran towards the door in a hurry. I also ran after him. Seeing us acting like this, Long Jinhai got excited and shouted: "Don't run."
,stop!"
Generally speaking, people who shout these two nonsense words are weak. Liu Xuedao, the most powerful elder of the execution hall among the people from Maoshan, went to pursue the right guardian of the evil spirit sect, while elder Mao Tongzhen was detained, leaving them, the second generation
Disciples are not our opponents, and they can’t do anything to us.
However, Zamao Xiaodao and I are still very frustrated. You know, once we show up this time and our whereabouts are determined, Maoshan may be able to find our hiding place soon. In this case, we will fall into trouble again.
A life of running away.
There was no time to think too much, so we ran out without looking back, and then kept weaving in and out of the chaotic flow of people, and finally ran towards the west. We opened the Escape Circle and ran for more than ten miles in one breath, and finally
Feeling that they had escaped the tracking of that guy, they looked at each other, laughed loudly, lay down on the weeds on the side of the mountain, looked up at the gray sky, and gasped for air.
After all, a plateau is a plateau. At an altitude of more than 3,000 meters, the air is thin. On weekdays, I don't feel it. But after running for more than ten miles, people feel that their lungs are uncomfortable, as if they are constantly shrinking, and the blood supply to the brain is insufficient, causing numbness.
It was so explosive that it felt as if I couldn't breathe.
The two of us lay on the meadow, breathing happily to calm down the altitude sickness.
I closed my eyes, didn't think about anything, let my mind empty, and carefully recalled the most thrilling and mysterious moment. Zamao Xiaodao kicked me before I could relax my breath. I opened my eyes and turned my head.
With a joyful smile on his face, he said, "How about little poison? I'm being targeted. Do you regret attending this ceremony?"
I shook my head vigorously and said no - I have lived for twenty-four years, and it has been three years since I entered this mysterious profession. This time, it was the first time that I felt anything other than the vast starry sky and the universe.
There is another world outside! That feeling is really, really... I don’t know what to say. It’s as if my horizons have expanded countless times in an instant. I feel that the road ahead has become brighter and the sky has become blurry.
People also have goals and motivation, and all their ideas have been qualitatively improved at the previous moment - what about you?
Zamao Xiaodao happily took a breath of the thin and cold air on the plateau, then smiled and said that I was okay. As a Taoist priest with a professional background, I naturally have a broader vision than a country boy like you. But the more I know,
The wider I see, the more I can cherish the people in front of me and the things I have. The world is so big, but there is only so much we can have. If we lose it, we may never get it back.
Alas... Zamao Xiaodao's sigh seemed to express countless regrets and regrets.
I knew that this guy started to look back on the past again and got too deep, so he stopped talking and looked up at the sky quietly.
After the emotion passed, I poked him in the stomach and said that since Long Jinhai had seen us, once we traced it, although the old lama was covering for us, there might be someone exposed on the Nankha Gyatso side.
The danger is that there is no way back now. So, what can we do now?
Zamao Xiaodao shrugged his shoulders and said, "Flee. I see you've made great progress. Let's fight while escaping. This will make them lose their temper. Then they won't be chasing them so closely."
He looked as relaxed as if the sky had fallen and he was being used as a quilt. He didn't care. He pulled a piece of weed and put it in his mouth. He sang a line from Bai Qiye's classic song "Pick the Pulley" in "The Mansion Gate": Look at the black hole ahead, it must be...
That thief's lair, when I catch up, I'll kill him completely!
I listened to his nonsense and asked the torture hall elder what his skills were, what his methods were, and how powerful he was?
He shook his head and said he didn't know. The so-called elders of the execution hall are usually used to deal with unscrupulous disciples in the sect. Although he is not talented, he is just an abandoned disciple and has never learned his methods. Moreover, this elder Liu has always been
He is so mysterious that he stays in the deep valley all year round and rarely shows his face except for cleaning the door. Many Maoshan disciples only hear about him but don't know his face.
As for his method, it should be specifically aimed at and restraining the methods taught by the Maoshan Sect, so that he can suppress most of the elders. Therefore, little poison, if the time comes to fight hand to hand, you may be the main force.
The unknown is the scary thing. I deeply understood this truth. I took a deep breath and felt the fighting spirit in my heart. I jumped up and said, come on, if he can really catch up, kill him and let him go.
Let him cry with your master.
After we had rested enough, we stood up, avoided the road, and continued walking towards the pastoral area to the west.
Throughout the afternoon, I also passed by several Tibetan settlements, but they all went far away and did not come into contact with them. In February, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau was still as cold as a knife, and the residents above were all huddled up.
In your own mud house or yurt, you won't encounter any accidents. When we walked around five o'clock in the afternoon, we saw a lonely pagoda in the wasteland from a distance.
Next to the tower, a few miles away, there is a lake and a Tibetan settlement nearby. We were also a little hungry. When we came, we left all the dry food and some trivial things we had hoarded at Namkha Gyatso.
At home, I hurried out this time and was so hungry that I thought about running to the lake and catching a few fish to satisfy my hunger.
However, when we were about to go around the other side of the mountain, we saw a familiar figure walking over from a distance. We were stunned and asked, "Why is it him?"