"I guess the Yaochi in your imagination should be surrounded by immortals, with beauties like clouds, nectar and jade liquid, and people intoxicated with dreams, right?" Monkey interjected.
"Hey, that's natural."
"That's so shameless of you. I'm afraid this is the life you've always imagined. I'm really ashamed to be with you."
"Ni Monkey, please stop talking nonsense. Don't you want this kind of life? Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. I'm afraid the things in your head are a hundred times more filthy than me."
When they were arguing, Meng, the oldest man in the team, came over. He is Master Qi’s right-hand man and has a lot of experience. Master Qi asked him to follow us this time in the hope that his experience can help
We are a little busy.
"My young prince, we have checked out the situation around here, and we have also found that person, just on the other side of the lake."
I nodded, very satisfied that things were developing according to the script in my imagination. The next thing should be to get everything out of Yang Chuanwu. "Take me over there, I want to have a good talk with him."
talk."
This time I didn’t let the fat man and the monkey follow me, because I was afraid that Yang Chuanwu would not reveal the secret in his heart if there were too many people. Under the leadership of Mr. Meng, we came to the other side of the Black Sea. Far away, I saw the old lama really sitting
On a huge rock by the lake, he closed his eyes and recited scriptures. There were some Buddhist utensils placed in front of him, and he was obviously doing fasting.
Until I walked up to him, the old lama didn't open his eyes or make any movement. I took a look and saw that he was holding a mani wheel in his hand and reciting these six-character mantras. It was obvious that he was offering salvation for others.
I just don’t know who the person he saved is?
"Master, we meet again."
The old lama paused for a moment, and then continued to recite scriptures. After about five minutes, he stopped, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened his eyes. "The donor is really good at calculating."
"Haha, it's not that my method is very clever, but just because I know you will leave at this time every year, and where you go is where I want to go, so I have to trouble you, and please forgive me, Master."
The old lama gave a bitter smile, looked up at the sky, and said: "I thought I would never remember this matter again. It turns out that all this is just self-deception. There are not many people in the world who know this matter. You must be one of them."
Descendants, right?"
"My name is Wang Fo, my grandfather's name is Wang Yisheng, and my great-grandfather's name is Wang Wenhao. Master, you should be able to remember something, right?"
"Oh, it turns out it's an old friend! I have a story here. Do you want to hear it?"
"I happen to have a lot of free time, so I'm all ears!"
"That was a long time ago, there was a child, his name was Yang Chuanwu..." The old lama began to talk slowly. I knew that the protagonist Yang Chuanwu was naturally himself. He talked about it in this third person tone. I thought
He must be upset about the past, so it was just convenient to put him in a mood to finish everything.
Yang Chuanwu was born in a family of tomb robbers since he was a child. His father is the famous leader of the Golden Gate, Yang Wenwu, who is regarded as a son-in-law in the entire tomb robber world. Of Yang Wenwu's two sons, the eldest, Yang Chuanwen, is steady and good at strategy.
, has a similar personality and behavior to his father Yang Wenwu, while Yang Chuanwu is a bit impulsive, a little overjoyed at success, and relatively less scheming.
Because there was a big gap between their brothers, Yang Wenwu had different allocations for them. Yang Chuanwen helped his father manage all the big and small things in Handicap, while Yang Chuanwu was left idle and raised completely as a second-generation ancestor. This made him
My heart is extremely unbalanced.
On this day, a person came to the Yang family. Even Yang Wenwu, who had always been extremely arrogant, stood at the door to greet the person. Then the two of them entered the study room to discuss something.
Yang Chuanwu was curious, so he hid under the window and eavesdropped. He didn't hear anything important, and only got a piece of information. Those people wanted to invite a group of experts to a place. If the matter was successful, there would be many benefits.
Yang Chuanwu, who had always been ambitious, was immediately moved. Finally, after his unremitting efforts, his father Yang Wenwu finally agreed to let him go.
Only on the day of departure did Yang Chuanwu realize that the people who went for that operation were all good players, and he could only be regarded as an inferior character among them. Yang Chuanwu was very competitive and kept showing off himself in the team. In the past,
Being very withdrawn, he fully opened himself up this time and worked hard to build good relationships with the people around him.
All his efforts were not in vain, and he gradually gained the trust of many people in the team. However, he did not expect that the place they were going to was so far away and remote. The road was becoming more and more difficult to walk, and the population was becoming increasingly sparse.
Sometimes I can't even eat for several days.
When the enthusiasm gradually faded, he regretted it. He was the kind of pampered person, how could he endure this kind of pain? At this time, his team ushered in a powerful enemy, and they were more numerous.
Their weapons were more advanced, and their people were more ferocious. After several contacts, the team suffered many casualties, but they never gave up. They worked hard to deal with the enemy while heading towards the place they had reserved.
But the opponent was too powerful, and they were driven to a place where there was a beautiful lake with tall snowy peaks behind it, and they were surrounded.
At that time, all of them thought they were certain to die, but Yang Chuanwu didn't want to die, so he acted as the enemy's mole against his conscience.
A war broke out between the two sides, and most of the team was killed or injured, with less than twenty people alive. They were driven into a dead end, and they hid in a mountain col under the snow peaks. The terrain there was unimaginably steep. Yang Chuanwu believed that those who entered
None of the people could survive. But he himself survived with peace of mind. He returned home, only to find that everyone was looking at him like an enemy. Only then did he realize that he was wrong, he betrayed
What conscience buys is not life, but a body full of sins.
He began to have nightmares every night, and he could see those former companions coming to ask for their lives after death. He fled his hometown, he was at a loss, and he didn't know where he should go.
Finally, he came to that remote and unfamiliar place. He cried for several days, but it was of no use. Those who died would never live again. Later, he found a place nearby, and he, who had never had any faith before, believed
After embracing Buddhism, he would come to that place every year to pray for the salvation of those who died, hoping that those who died because of him would be able to transcend as soon as possible.