Revolution in the depths of the soul

Sun Liang lazily leaned on the sofa: "I know you like these weirdos."

Zhan Xing took a cigarette from the crystal jar, Huo Hu fumbled in the breast pocket of his suit, Sun Liang waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it, took out the lighter and lit it for Zhan Xing, and threw the lighter on the table.

"What is knowledge of Tibet?" Sun Liang asked.

The dean is very acquainted: "Master Zhan's family history, let's ask the master to tell."

Zhan Xing explained: "'Recognition of Tibet' is a kind of 'Fu Zang', which is classified as an activity of Tibetan Buddhism. Tibetan Buddhism is divided into Sutra and Tantra. It's real behavior."

"Early Bon believers and Tibetan believers experienced many bloody extermination..." Zhan Xing said: "Every religion has happened in history, and Tibetan Buddhism is no exception. Some people in power will suppress Religious movements, burning Buddha statues, and demolishing temples, at this time, monks will start the mysterious ritual of the legendary 'terma'."

The dean nodded and added: "Yes, before and after the establishment of the Guge Kingdom in history, after a gap period of nearly 100 years, the entire history was cut off and divided into the pre-prosperity period and the post-prosperity period."

"It was a very dark time for Buddhism. The most grand terma ceremony in history happened when the Buddha was exterminated."

Sun Liang: "What's the use?"

Zhan Xing said earnestly: "Fu Zang is divided into book collection, sacred object collection and recognition collection. It is just now Mr. Dean..."

"My surname is Li." The dean said humbly, "I dare not call you an adult."

Zhan Xing said: "President Li mentioned that the collection of books is the scriptures, and the collection of sacred objects is the esoteric instrument. These are all traceable; but the 'recognition of storage' is very strange, it is a kind of spiritual Inheritance. When certain incantations, legends, or even that... encounter disasters and cannot be preserved, they are buried in the depths of people's consciousness, runes, or even void under the power of God. Wait until the disaster is over , Open it again with the help of supernatural power, let these soul powers return."

"Even what?" Huo Hu looked down at Zhan Xing.

Zhan Xing was slightly taken aback, and Dean Li was slightly displeased, and scolded: "Mr. Huo, are you talking too much today?"

Zhan Xing was busy saying that it didn't matter, and said: "Even the soul of the Buddha, Tantra believes in reincarnation, and every generation of living Buddhas and great lamas will be reincarnated. In fact, they are the same person after turning around? This is too hard to imagine." Hidden places, not only treasures are buried, but sometimes people’s consciousness and even souls are buried. You can imagine a treasure chest—for example, Pandora’s box. After opening, many souls fly out to find new ones. The body is reincarnated. This treasure chest is 'recognition of storage'."

Huo Hu asked again: "Do you believe this kind of thing?"

Zhan Xing couldn't help but laugh, and said: "Hmm... I don't really believe it, I haven't seen it so far." He was very puzzled, seeing that Huo Hu and Dean Li seemed to come together, but they didn't sound like fellow travelers.

The dean noticed Zhan Xing's doubts, and immediately said: "This Mr. Huo Hu is also one of our patrons."

Sun Liang asked: "Do you know how to play Huojia boxing?"

Huo Hu nodded slightly, he didn't show any interest in Sun Liang, Zhan Xing always felt that Huo Hu's eyes behind his sunglasses were always staring at him.

Zhan Xing asked: "What is Huojiaquan? Huo Yuanjia?"

Sun Liang smiled mockingly: "Earlier than Huo Yuanjia, Huo Guang."

Zhan Xing looked at Huo Hu, but the latter didn't care.

"Let's do this." Sun Liang said: "My nephew should have breakfast, and tomorrow I will ask the secretary to sort out a report and study to see if the money is worth it..."

Zhan Xing: "Second Uncle—!"

Sun Liang: "No—!"

Zhan Xing jumped up and threw Sun Liang onto the sofa.

"Let me go let me go - I'm going to Tibet - wow -"

"Absolutely not! Laozi told your father last night that he will let you go home after Christmas..."

"I'm going—!" Zhan Xing howled dryly, "Let me go!"

Dean: "..."

Sun Liang grabbed his pajama pants to prevent being ripped off by Zhan Xing, and said, "See off guests!"

Huo Hu said: "If Zhan Xing is willing to go with us..."

The dean immediately said: "Mr. Huo, this is not a joke."

"...I can ensure his personal safety." Huo Hu stretched out his hand.

Zhan Xing, who was holding Sun Liang, looked at Huo Hu maliciously, then reached out his hand, shook Huo Hu's hand, and continued to hug Sun Liang's thigh tightly, being dragged away by him.

Huo Hu bid farewell to Dean Li, and suddenly heard Sun Liang's gnashing of teeth reprimand from the living room: "I hate you, Ama! It's a mess! Little bitch! Let go..."

"Let me go."

"No."

"Let me go!"

"no!"

Zhan Xing babbled, Sun Liang had a terrible headache, his nephew was sitting at the dining table, and the servant brought breakfast.

"Is there any oyster sauce?" Zhan Xing asked.

"What do you want oyster sauce for a tender lamb chop?" Sun Liang asked.

Zhan Xing shouted: "It's none of your business!"

Sun Liang roared angrily: "The young master asked you to bring the oyster sauce! Didn't you hear me!"

Zhan Xing took jam, sugar, cheese powder, salt, pepper, black pepper powder, Lee Kum Kee umami juice, and oyster sauce and poured them all into the red wine in front of him.

Sun Liang: "???"

"Second Uncle, you won't let me go?" Zhan Xing said coldly, holding up the red wine with no expression on his face.

Sun Liang: "..."

Zhan Xing: "I'll just drink this cup!!"

Sun Liang immediately shouted: "What are you still looking at! Stop him! Take that cup away!"

noon:

"If you won't let me go, I'll pull the lawnmower and lie on the grass."

"Oh, the lawnmower is too noisy, the second uncle's house pulls the grass manually, you go lie down and bask in the sun."

in the afternoon:

"Will you let me go! I want to jump off the building!"

"Catch him! Sponge the garden and front yard now!"

evening:

"Second uncle..."

"..."

"If you don't let me go, I'll...you just...you just...just..."

"What about me? Ah? What do you think? What about me? You learned all your skills from the second uncle, and the second uncle is afraid of you? You have the ability to bite your tongue and hold your breath!"

"...you just answer the phone, here, uncle."

Sun Liang: "..."

On the phone, Yu Hanfeng said: "Let him go, don't worry, he won't be able to jump up and down on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and after walking back and forth twice, he will fall down due to lack of oxygen."

Sun Liang still couldn't let go, and talked with his sworn brother Yu Hanfeng, Zhanxing's uncle, who was in Shanghai for almost half an hour.

Finally, Yu Hanfeng said: "If there is any problem, I will go to the contact person for support."

Sun Liang just nodded.

Sun Liang didn't really want to sponsor this scientific research activity of the History Department of the Humanities University. After all, it has been going on for several years without any shocking results.

However, his own nephew insisted desperately, and Sun Liang had no choice but to hire someone to play with Zhanxing as a kind of money.Sun Liang didn't have time himself, the end of the year was approaching, there were too many things to do, and Zhan Xing had a lot of tricks, so Sun Liang let Zhan Xing go without telling Mrs. Zhan Lu who was far away in the United States.

Sun Liang originally wanted to send two bodyguards for Zhan Xing, but Zhan Xing didn't want it anyway. In addition, Huo Hu showed his certificate and martial artist license, and Sun Liang also called to Shandong to confirm it himself.

It is indeed the second generation successor of Huojiaquan No.70.

Huo Hu repeatedly assured: "I will protect Zhanxing. Your bodyguards are useless. There are many customs and secrets in Tibet, which cannot be solved by modern guns and bullets."

Three days later, Zhan Xing stood at the airport with a small bag on his back, and took the passport handed over by Sun Liang.

"Be careful, keep your phone on at all times, listen to Dean Li's words, and don't cause trouble." Sun Liang said, "Brother Huo, take care of my little nephew."

Huo Hu nodded: "Definitely."

Zhan Xing smiled and said, "I'll definitely bring you a souvenir, I like the pictures of the Tibetan erotic palace."

Sun Liang said: "Fuck, don't just come back with missing arms and legs! What else do you bring! Be careful! Be careful! My second uncle loves you, Zhan Xiaojian! Don't be abducted by a Tibetan woman!"

A group of students roared with laughter.

Huo Hu made a "please" gesture and followed Zhan Xing into the inspection-free passage.

This time, besides Dean Li, he also accompanied a bald professor surnamed Yang, two doctoral students, and four interns.Huo Hu took a look and knew that they were all unreasonable things, so the students in the ivory tower didn't care much.

Zhan Xing boarded the first-class cabin, threw his luggage casually and then leaned on the seat to press his cell phone. Huo Hu consciously sat next to him, but the students led by Professor Yang were so excited that they talked endlessly. What they talked about was nothing more than Tibetan customs. , a matter of history.

A senior was explaining to two girls: "...Buddhism says that when water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it loses. The earliest philosophical point of view pointed out that when everything reaches a critical point, it will start to transform towards the other extreme..."

Zhan Xing said blankly, "Didn't Cao Xueqin say that when the water is full, it will overflow?"

Senior: "..."

The senior coughed displeasedly: "Hello, my name is Li Bin."

Zhan Xing shook hands with him: "My name is Zhan Xing."

Li Bin explained: "I mean their basic ideas, not to be moved by external things, moderate and indifferent thoughts of practice." Then he said to the two girls: "It is precisely because Chi Zu Dezan, who is in power, admires Buddhism too much. Those who look badly at monks goug out their eyes; those who speak ill of monks cut off their tongues. This aroused the dissatisfaction of the working people at the bottom of society, so they elected another person, Lang Dama, the elder brother of Chizu Dezan, to succeed Tubo. Zan Pu. This man is very cruel. He destroyed all the Buddha statues brought by Princess Wencheng. It can be described as extremely vicious and heinous."

"Facts have proved that the power of religion is very powerful. It originates from belief, but it is not limited to belief. It can be said that he died on Buddhism that he devoted his whole life to destroy."

Zhan Xing interjected with a smile: "Actually, I know him too. I personally feel that there is a paradox in my evaluation of Lang Dama..."

Li Bin smiled and said, "How old are you this year? I know you are Boss Sun's nephew. You must be from a family. Where did you get your degree?"

Zhan Xing said: "American nationality, University of California."

The students were all moved, and Li Bin said understandingly: "I studied business? Nowadays, rich people all study business. Like us who do scientific examinations, they can hardly make any money. They can only be groundhogs."

The students laughed again.

Zhan Xing said stupidly: "What does this have to do with our topic?"

Sitting in the back row with his eyes closed, Professor Yang said slowly, "Isn't it the dream of a scholar to dedicate his life to history and human civilization? Can dreams be measured by money?"

Li Bin ignored it, and said to Chao Zhanxing, "What paradox?"

Zhanxing sensed Li Bin's hostility. When he first spoke, he simply wanted to participate in the discussion, just like the opening remarks when he started a group discussion with his tutor and classmates at school - "I have another opinion of my own." However, he did not Anticipating that Li Bin would regard it as a provocative topic, Zhan Xing thought for a while, and since the other party asked, he had no choice but to say cautiously: "Some people say that Chinese fortune tellers can know fate, and of course they can also calculate their own fate. If there are customers coming to the door, if there is no business on a certain day, can't you lose a few days of work?"

The students all laughed.

Zhan Xing said politely: "Lang Dama's extermination of Buddhism, to be honest, I think it has something in common with this paradox; the monks at that time were supported by religious beliefs, and this support was derived from the fact that 'a Buddha can Knowing the past and the future, knowing all dharmas', of course, we can assume that the monks believe in one thing: the Buddha knows the actions of Lang Dama."

"Since this is the case, why didn't the Buddha protect his believers? The Buddha was indifferent, so the monks' beliefs would gradually dissipate. Many people's ideas start with 'people', but I think that the monks at that time were not helpless. Resistance, but they believe that Buddhism pays attention to fate..."

Li Bin interrupted: "Fate means that he should be allowed to destroy the Buddha without any scruples? This is a paradox! The person who finally killed Lang Dama, who was full of evil, was a monk. Don't you know?"

Zhan Xing said with a smile: "So this is the fate. Lang Dama came, did some things, and finally left. The Buddha can know the past and the future. Why didn't he send someone earlier before he started to destroy the Buddha?" Stop him? When to kill him, who to kill him, whether the era of extermination of Buddha lasts for decades or thousands of years, is it a single person or tens of thousands who killed Lang Dama, does it make any difference in the eyes of the Buddha?"

Li Bin asked again: "Then do you know who that person is and when was he born?"

Zhan Xing shook his head and said, "I probably remember, but I don't know the name."

Li Bin said seriously: "If you don't know, you should study hard. Lang Dama died at his own hands, not at the hands of the Buddha. The dividing point between the former era and the latter era began. In the next 100 years, , the monks left their homes..."

"From then on," Zhan Xing said, "The territory of the king is like winter water, falling day by day; the law of the ten good things is like a sheaf of bad wheat; Evil deeds are like desert wind and sand covering up goodness."

Li Bin was stunned.

"What do you mean?" the girls asked in confusion.

Li Bin said: "Have you memorized "Tibetan King Tongji"?"

Zhan Xing said: "I don't think it's what you said. Buddhism pays attention to a predestined relationship. The reason why Lang Dama exists is in line with the interlocking arrangement in this predestined law. According to the principle of cause and effect in Buddhism, everything that happens in the world They all have their meanings, they may be the cause of creation, or the effect of destruction.”

Zhan Yang leaned back in his chair, and said slowly: "Put yourself in this religious system, believe in the ubiquitous karma and karma, and you can deduce that there must be a reason for the existence of Lang Dama and the extinction of Buddha."

"Using the catastrophe of Indian Buddhism to explain, or Lang Dama's extermination of Buddha is just a part of the four kalpas; there is another explanation: Lang Dama is not that kind of person, he just came to stop the catastrophe with a catastrophe, He took the very dark method of destroying the Buddha, and finally succeeded in preventing another even more terrifying thing from happening."

"It is said that he is a responsible Tibetan king. His power is great, he can block a hundred with one, and he is not afraid of the six-pass technique of Tantric Buddhism. At that time, a monk came from the west and brought a catastrophe that swept across Tibet. He had no choice but to take action and ended everything. All the truth was buried in the century-long dark age, and it was not his original intention to destroy Buddha."

Li Bin: "Who said it? Your tutor said it?"

Zhan Xing said, "Oh no, I dropped out of college after only half a semester, and I still majored in business."

The students all fell silent, looking at Zhan Xing with sympathetic eyes, Zhan Xing laughed at himself and said, "My dad told me this."

Li Bin said: "Who is your father? A Buddhist? Which master? Now monks can also get married, I can understand."

Zhan Xing said: "Do you think I look like some famous bald donkey?" After finishing speaking, he stopped liking him.

As the plane took off, Huo Hu leaned his head on the back of the chair and commented: "If you let him say it, Lang Dama is a dead person, and he is not afraid of falling into endless reincarnation when he is alive, so why should he be afraid of infamy after death?"

Zhanxing shrugged and stuck out his tongue.

Huo Hu said, "Zhan Xing, what are you going to Tibet for, just to play?"

Zhan Xing looked at the heavy white clouds passing by the plane window: "I don't know, I just want to stay in the motherland longer."

Zhan Xing himself can't explain why, playing is only secondary, what's more, he vaguely wants to stay in China for a while, as if he can no longer contact Lin Jingfeng as long as he gets on the plane and returns to the other side of the ocean. He is in two different worlds.

Zhan Xing asked: "What about you? Why are you sponsoring this project? Are you planning to go to Tibet to find someone?"

Huo Hu said: "I'm not looking for anyone. I have been very curious about Tibet since I was a child. Dean Li is my father's friend. This time I just went to play with him."

Zhan Xing turned his head to look at Huo Hu, and said with a smile, "What are you playing?"

Huo Hu narrowed his eyes, his cat-like pupils flickered, and smiled playfully: "Playing with you."

Zhan Xing took a deep breath.

Huo Hu nodded.

Zhan Xing shouted loudly: "Help! There is a strange uncle harassing me—!"

Huo Hu: "..."

The sea of ​​clouds receded, Zhan Xing was tired from jumping around, leaned on the back of the chair, tilted his head, and began to doze off.

In the dream, twelve lamas walked around the brazier, clasped their hands together, and sang Nyingma scriptures loudly.

A monk was meditating in front of the brazier, and the lamas exited the cave. A woman's face appeared out of thin air in the cave, and she spoke softly to him.

Her words echoed in the air, and finally dropped a precious bow inlaid with gold and silver threads, and densely written in Tibetan on the waist of the bow.

The monk straightened his red robe and got up, picked up his bow, and left the cave.

Nearly a hundred lamas followed closely behind, holding prayer wheels in their hands, and sent him to the majestic palace that reached into the clouds. The palace was built on the mountain, and its scale was almost similar to that of the Potala Palace.

The monk walked up to the top of the mountain and came to the grand hall, and a heavy and powerful voice sounded in the hall.

Zhan Xing's whole body shook, he had heard that voice before, it was the king of Tibet who personally swung an ancient knife and beheaded the red-clothed monk who came down from the snow-capped mountain.

The monk answered a few words respectfully. The king of Tibet was wearing a blue robe embroidered with nine lions and nine elephants. He walked out of the hall and said something in Tibetan to him.

The monk slowly pulled the string of the long bow in his hand, and there was nothing above the string, and then let go.

Zhan Xing woke up suddenly, and the flight attendant pushed the catering cart over.

"I want a glass of milk." Huo Hu said, "Are you awake? What are you drinking?"

Zhan Xing's dream still stays at the moment when the monk shoots the arrow.

There was nothing above the bowstring, but after he let go of his hand, a sharp bloody arrow shot out from the chest of the Tibetan leader, as if pierced by an invisible force.

Zhan Xing: "I... coffee, thank you."

Huo Hu: "Have you been dreaming?"

Zhan Xing nodded: "You...why is this in your hand?"

Huo Hu's thick and long fingers held an ashlar stone, and the golden light of the stone loomed in the bright sunlight from the plane window.

"Is it yours? It just fell to the ground."

Zhan Xing said, "Yes, but I can't open it, I don't know what's inside."

Huo Hu nodded and said, "I can't open it either."

Zhan Xing leaned tiredly on the seat and said, "I had a dream."

He glanced at Huo Hu, Huo Hu seemed very interested: "Tell me?"

Zhan Xing: "I dreamed... Is there a past life in China? I dreamed something I have never seen before, does it mean it is a past life, or something else? In the dream I was in Tibet and saw them The leader of the village killed a lama, and another monk..."

I still remember most of the things about Zhanxing's dream, and I told Huo Hu in detail, and finally asked: "Is this related to knowing Tibet?"

Huo Hu said: "In the dream, can you understand their words?"

Zhan Xing shook his head blankly: "I don't understand a word."

Huo Hu: "Did you become someone else in your dream, or did you witness the whole process as a bystander?"

Zhan Xing thought for a while: "It's a bystander."

Huo Hu: "It has nothing to do with the previous life. If it is the memory of the previous life, you must understand their conversation."

Zhan Xing nodded, took the cube from Huo Hu, and put it in his bag: "I always feel...brother, do you want some?" Zhan Xing's bag was half opened, and there was beef jerky in it.

Zhan Xing noticed that Huo Hu was staring at the beef jerky, so he took it out.

Huo Hu took the beef jerky and was ecstatic: "From now on, you will be in the water, you will be in the fire, and you will be in the fire, little brother, call me Brother Hu! I am one of my own!"

Exhibition line: "..."

Huo Hu's eyes were filled with happiness, and Zhan Xing himself didn't know what happened, but with just a pack of beef jerky, he had an extra brother.