Revolution in the depths of the soul

The red hair walked out of the snow, searched along the snow, and dragged the blue eyes out from under the snow.

The blue eyes were embarrassed, and the red hair smiled triumphantly.

Lan Mou coughed a few times: "Where did the explosion just come from?"

The red hair said: "Xi Mian, take them away? What about the two students?"

Lan Mou said: "Flying Fish's son will be taken away, and the others will stay here."

The red hair looked at the other side of the tent, Lin Jingfeng supported himself tiredly, and looked around.

"Where is Xiaojian?" Lin Jingfeng shouted vigilantly: "Xiaojian—! Where did you go?!"

Lan Mou said: "In the car, be careful and call out the avalanche again, I don't want to be buried a second time."

Lin Jingfeng walked to a snowmobile, and he was relieved to see Zhan Xing sleeping soundly inside the vehicle.

The red hair said: "I was stunned by the explosion, I just picked it up."

Lin Jingfeng nodded, his blue eyes got on their snowmobile, as if he was waiting for something.

After a long time, Lan Mou asked in surprise, "Aren't you leaving?"

Lin Jingfeng put on his sunglasses and said, "Take him back, send him back to Beijing, the army is coming soon."

The redhead was noncommittal and said, "Let's go then, go back to Lhasa first."

They started the snowmobile, and Lin Jingfeng, carrying the long hidden knife given by Huo Hu, walked towards the high hillside, turned over and rode on his motorcycle, and left by another road.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

Huo Hu chased out from the cave, glanced at it in a hurry, picked up another stone and ran back, writing and drawing on the rock wall.

The red hair impatiently said: "Hurry up!"

Huo Hu caught up and squeezed into the car.

Red, Lan, and Huo Hu and Zhan Xing drove back to Lhasa.

Huo Hu asked: "Are there any students?"

Blue eyes driving, red hair dozing off with a big sword in his hand, his boots resting in front of the driver's window, he replied casually: "The troops stationed at the border are coming soon, let them deal with it."

Huo Hu nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, touched the sleeping Zhan Xing's forehead, and began to rummage through his bag.

After a while, I found a carton of milk and a pack of beef jerky.

Huo Hu had nothing to do, and began to enjoy it leisurely.

"Come on?" Huo Hu said generously.

The redhead glanced in the rearview mirror, waved his hand and said, "No drink."

Blue eyes lazily said: "You are skilled, what are you doing here? Where do you want to go in the future?"

Huo Hu leaned on the car seat, pulled Zhan Xing up a little, and let him rest on his thigh: "I don't know, I haven't thought about it, I'm here to clean up the mess left by the past, and I have nothing to do in the future."

Lan Mou asked again: "Do you want to join the team? There is too little work at home, and Hongmao and I are left. The other two are lazy, and they are never willing to take out tasks."

Huo Hu waved his hand and said, "Do you include room, board and snacks?"

Lan Mou said: "Board and lodging are included, snacks are not included, you can bring your wife."

Huo Hu said: "Forget it, besides, I don't have a wife for the time being."

The blue eyes were not reluctant, humming a song, and the red hair said again: "You can try the ice cream, it tastes good."

Huo Hu nodded and said, "Go and try later."

One day later in the afternoon, Lhasa.

The snowmobile was parked on the side of the street.

Zhan Xing slept for more than 20 hours, and when he woke up, he was almost hungry.

Zhan Xing's claws waved back and forth feebly, and grabbed the driver's seat: "Good job, give me a stutter..."

Blue eyes: "..."

Red hair:"……"

Lan Mou said: "The front is Bajiao Alley, there are food sellers in the alley, isn't your family very rich?"

Zhan Xing nodded, picked up his bag, and was about to get out of the car in a daze when he suddenly woke up and called out, "That's not right! Where's little master?!"

The red hair said casually: "Let you take care of yourself, he is gone."

"Oh." Zhan Xing said disappointedly, "Where's Brother Hu?"

Lan Mou said: "He went to see an old friend, and asked you to go back to Beijing first, don't wait for him, and see you later."

Zhan Xing sniffled and was about to get off the car, but suddenly turned his head again: "What about you? What are you doing here?"

Red and Blue said in unison: "I'm waiting for you to get off the car, why don't you get out?"

Zhan Xing yelled loudly, hugged the red-haired neck and howled dryly: "My brother is gone! The little master is gone! You are responsible! No! He doesn't have to be responsible, you are responsible! Uncle Hong!"

Red hair:"???"

Lan Mou: "Call again, I'm going to call your dad."

Zhan Xing: "I'm not afraid of him!"

Lan Mou: "Call your uncle?"

Zhan Xing immediately got out of the car like a rabbit, and as soon as he got out of the car, Lan Mou hurriedly drove the car away, Hong Mao was sweating, and sighed: "This kid is even more difficult to deal with than Xiao Tang..."

Lan Mou: "Can you not be disappointed, why do you mention him?"

The red hair said: "Okay, go buy souvenirs, play for a few more days before going back."

Bajiao Alley:

Zhan Xing found a shop and ordered a few casual meals.

Noodles, yak meat, buttered tea.

In the mouth, the taste is bitter, filling the stomach and filling the heart.

Zhan Xing wiped his eyes, ate alone for a while, tears fell into the bowl.

Potala Palace, Sunlight Hall:

Huo Hu intertwined his fingers, turned his hands and pushed, and leaned in front of the old lama, his knuckles crackled, and he pressed his numb neck again.

Huo Hu looked out the window, it was dusk, and his cat pupils shone with amber in the setting sun.

Huo Hu: "Is there anything to eat?"

The old lama smiled and said, "What would Zanpu want to eat?"

Huo Hu thought for a while: "Is there any ice cream? Milk is also fine, beef, no gutter oil."

The old lama smiled kindly: "I don't have ice cream, nor do I have waste oil."

The old lama ordered the food to be served, Huo Hu wolfed it down and wiped his mouth, but recently got a book and suddenly felt that there is a very good poem, let me show you..."

The old lama changed his face and said: "No, Zanpu, please don't take it out. It's okay to look at it at the foot of the mountain; in the Potala Palace, it's better not to look it up casually."

Huo Hu: "Look..." He reached out for the book as he spoke.

The old lama: "Come here, see off the guests."

Huo Hu: "..."

A lama in red came quickly and whispered a few words in the old lama's ear.

The old lama nodded slowly, and suddenly said: "Zanpu's magic knife..."

Huo Hu said: "Send him off, it's okay."

The old lama smiled knowingly and gave some instructions. The lama put his palms together, bowed and left, and went to deliver a message.

Huo Hu said: "I'm leaving."

The old lama's white eyebrows moved slightly: "Zanpu is leaving now?"

Huo Hu: "Aren't you seeing off guests? It's time to go too. With these eyes left, it will be almost the same in one lifetime."

The old lama said: "If Zanpu worked harder, he would not have spent hundreds of years escaping from the world in vain. Now he will not have so many troubles."

Huo Hu stretched his waist: "I don't want to move, I just want to bask in the sun and sleep...buy me a plane ticket and go anywhere."

The old lama nodded and made a "please" gesture. Huo Hu borrowed the string of coral beads on his wrist, threw it on the table, and said, "We will meet later."

The old lama got up and said goodbye to Huo Hu.

Lin Jingfeng stood at the entrance of the Red Palace of the Potala Palace, holding the Langdama Sword with both hands, standing quietly.

A lama in red came and bowed.

The lama in red asked, "Why did you bring this?"

Lin Jingfeng replied: "This is your knife, return it to its original owner."

The lama in red said: "The owner of this knife is not someone in my way."

Lin Jingfeng was slightly surprised: "No?"

The lama in red shook his head: "You can keep this knife, it is destined for you."

Lin Jingfeng nodded, tied the long knife behind his back, and the other party said: "Thank you for your kindness, the Living Buddha invites you to Bajiao Alley, and have a bowl of buttered tea."

Lin Jingfeng said: "Thank you." Then he turned and left the Potala Palace.

Five minutes later, when Huo Hu came down from the stairs, the lama in red bowed and made a "please" gesture.

"Zanpu hasn't come here for many years." The red lama smiled kindly.

Huo Hu said: "Hello, Master Rendecangjia, I always can't figure out how your reincarnation is reincarnated. After so many lives, do you still remember the past?"

The lama in red said, "Zanpu was joking, what are you holding in your hand?"

Huo Hu stopped outside the Red Palace, flipped through the "Poetry Collection of Cangyang Gyatso" in his hand, and said: "I like a few lines of this man's poems very much." Throw it in the trash can.

The lama in red sent Huo Hu out of the square all the way. Huo Hu put on sunglasses, and the setting sun covered Lhasa with golden lights.

Living in the Potala Palace, I am the king of the snowy land.

Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world.

Bajiao Alley:

Zhan Xing was full: "Here comes the invoice."

Waiter: "I'm sorry, I've run out of invoices recently, and it won't be until next month. Why don't you come and get them the next time you come to Lhasa?"

Zhan Xing raised his head, tears streaming down his face.

waiter:"……"

So Zhan Xing got the invoice, scratched it casually, and threw it on the table without a prize.

Zhan Xing got up and walked along the Bajiao Alley.The streamer of evening light casts on the prayer wheel, and the dim prayer wheel reflects the golden sunset, intertwined into a strange and magnificent luster.

In the distance came the sound of lamas reciting the evening scriptures, the bell of the Potala Palace was ringing, and children ran past laughing.

On the side of Bajiao Alley, there are hundreds of prayer wheels lined up, and there are few tourists. Zhan Xing walked slowly and silently, pushing the rows of prayer wheels with his palm.

Lin Jingfeng walked into Bajiao Alley, and he never left, following not far behind Zhan Xing.

Zhan walked to the end of the alley, and after turning the rows of prayer wheels, there was a Buddha statue at the corner in front of him.

He wiped away his tears, turned around listlessly, and Lin Jingfeng was standing in front of him.

"You...Little Master?" Zhan Xing said.

Lin Jingfeng said: "Someone asked me to drink a bowl of butter tea, have you had dinner yet?"

Zhan Xing said: "Just finished eating, are you feeling better?"

Lin Jingfeng found a table and sat down, ordered a bowl of tea and noodles, and replied, "No."

Zhan Xing sat across from him, lying on the table playing with chopsticks, neither of them spoke, only the sound of Lin Jingfeng eating.

After Lin Jingfeng finished eating the bread and drinking tea, he said, "Let's go, take care."

Zhan Xing said, "Where are you going?"

Lin Jingfeng said: "The teacher can't go back, I can only wander around the world."

Zhan Xing: "Where's your medicine? Didn't you get..."

Lin Jingfeng: "It has nothing to do with you."

Zhan Xing: "Let's go together."

Lin Jingfeng: "No, you are too annoying, please issue the invoice."

Zhan Xing: "But I love you, little master."

Lin Jingfeng threw the invoice to Zhanhang to scratch the prize, and said, "I don't love you, thank you, scratch it, you have good luck in the lottery."

Zhan Xing buried his head in scratching the invoice, and said, "You love me."

Lin Jingfeng said coldly: "Did I say I love you?"

Zhan Xing scraped out five yuan and subconsciously stuffed it into his pocket, wanting to keep it as a souvenir, and replied, "I don't seem to have any."

Lin Jingfeng said: "That's it, it's won? Give me the invoice. I saw it. Where do you want to hide it?"

Zhanhang had no choice but to hand over the invoice to Lin Jingfeng, and Lin Jingfeng said: "Goodbye, little bitch, each go back to his own house, each finds his own mother."

Zhan Xing didn't say anything else, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and walked out of Bajiao Alley.

airport:

Zhanhang bought a ticket at the counter and looked up at the check-in counter.

Lhasa - Beijing, boarding starts at [-]:[-].

Zhan Xing changed his boarding pass and dangled the prayer wheel, the thrilling trip to Lhasa came to an end.Dead dead, loose scattered, had known to buy more souvenirs.

I don't know how Sun Liangde will scold me when I go back. I think he will be escorted back to New York and never come to China again.

Thinking of Lin Jingfeng, he couldn't help crying. Zhan Xing swallowed his tears while walking, spun the prayer wheel, and saw a red-clothed lama standing in front of the boarding gate.

Zhan Xing stopped in his tracks, vaguely feeling that this person looked familiar.

"Hello." Zhan Xing: "We are... ah!"

Zhan Xing remembered, on the Lhasa Highway, in the temple halfway up the mountain, wasn't this Lama?At that time, he had his eyes closed, but now he opened them, and Zhan Xing didn't recognize him for a while.

The lama in red returned the salute and said with a kind smile, "I'm here to send an elder to the plane. You are going home. What can you gain in Lhasa?"

Zhan Xing said, "I only bought one thing, and that's it."

The lama in red took the prayer wheel and gestured: "The prayer wheel turns clockwise, you turned it wrong."

Zhan Xing smiled awkwardly: "Oh, thank you, what's your name?"

The lama in red handed the prayer wheel back to Zhan Xing, and replied, "Ren De Cang Jia."

Zhan Xing nodded, took the prayer wheel and turned it casually, the red lama said again: "Turn it once, it's like reciting the Tripitaka once; turning it twice, it's like reciting all Buddhist scriptures for one round; three weeks can eliminate the body." karma of speech, speech, and mind; ten weeks of elimination of sinful obstacles like Mount Sumeru; a hundred weeks of merit comparable to Yama; thousands of weeks, the attainment of the Dharma body; one hundred thousand million, attaining peace and happiness; tens of thousands of weeks, crossing the six realms of sentient beings to escape the sea of ​​suffering; Hundreds of millions of people will become Buddhas instantly."

Exhibition line: "..."

A circle of tourists who were about to leave Lhasa gathered around, and they were all attracted by the old lama's sermons.

Zhan Xing said: "I... only know that turning it can recite scriptures. It turns out that there is such a big background. What kind of scriptures are in it? I have seen scriptures, but I can't read Tibetan."

Lama Rinde Changga smiled and said, "Some are six-character mantras, while others are others. What you have in your hand is the Mani Sutra."

Zhan Xing nodded, and he said, "I bought it at the Potala Palace Square, is it useful?"

Rende Cangjia replied: "Sincerity leads to spirit."

Zhan Xing suddenly had an idea, took off the cover of the prayer wheel, and took out the scriptures.

"You... came here on foot?" Zhan Xing asked.

Ren Decang added: "He came by car."

Zhan Xingdao: "I want to go back to Bajiao Alley, can you give me a ride?"

Rende Cang added with a smile: "Of course."

At the end of Bajiao Alley:

The sky was dark, and Lin Jingfeng's slender shadow was cast on the ancient floor tiles, with his eyebrows and profile, forming a handsome silhouette.

He raised his hands, leaned forward, fell to the ground, took a breath, got up slowly, and then jumped forward again.

The whole person goes from standing to falling down, until the forehead touches the ground, before standing up straight, and this cycle continues.

The sound of walking footsteps.

Lin Jingfeng knew it was him when he heard the footsteps, and his eyes were still looking at the Buddha statue devoutly: "Why are you back again?"

Zhan Xing said, "What are you doing?"

Lin Jingfeng said: "Knock until your body grows."

Zhan Xing asked, "What's the use?"

Lin Jingfeng said: "Pray."

Zhan Xing nodded and stood aside, Lin Jingfeng repeatedly pounced forward, sweating profusely and his forehead was flushed.

Zhan Xing stood and counted, Lin Jingfeng pounced again and again, Zhan Xing couldn't help asking: "How many do you want to knock?"

Lin Jingfeng: "One thousand, now it's 320 seven."

Zhan Xing: "Let me count for you."

Lin Jingfeng pounced forward again and again, and said several times:

"320 eight, 320 nine, four hundred, four hundred and one, four hundred and two, 430 eight, 430 nine... five hundred..."

Lin Jingfeng: "You will go to hell."

Zhan Xing: "The Buddha said, I will not go to hell, whoever loves will go."

Lin Jingfeng: "..."

Zhan Xing: "You kowtow so many heads, what kind of wish are you praying for?"

Lin Jingfeng: "It has nothing to do with you."

Lin Jingfeng fell down, Zhan Xing grabbed onto his back, pressing Lin Jingfeng down.

Lin Jingfeng gritted his teeth and braced himself up a few times: "Prick - wipe!"

"What are you doing again! I forgot how many times I counted!" Lin Jingfeng said angrily.

Zhan Xing hugged Lin Jingfeng's neck and lay on his back: "Let's do it all over again, from the beginning."

Lin Jingfeng: "I will die here... Come down quickly!"

Zhan Xing: "You tell me what wish you wish, and I won't make trouble."

Lin Jingfeng lay on the ground, with his face pressed against the cold floor tiles: "It won't work if you say it."

Zhan Xing hugged Lin Jingfeng and leaned against his back: "Spiritual, I just met an old lama, and he said that a sincere heart is a spiritual one."

Lin Jingfeng: "Oh, what I'm praying for is that the person I love will have a safe and happy life."

Zhan Xing's eyes were red and his nose was sore: "It's already working, I'm very happy now."

Lin Jingfeng: "I'm self righteous again, did you say it was you?"

Zhan Xing: "Yes, there are witnesses and physical evidence."

Zhan Xing took out the scripture, unfolded it slowly, and put it in front of Lin Jingfeng, it was written in his handwriting: Zhan Xiaojian, I love you too, come here—Little Master

Zanda border, Himalayan underground palace:

Soldiers yelled and waved, and military vehicles drove away the bodies.

The gate closed slowly, shutting the underground palace into darkness. The only traces left were the rocks under the murals, two hands holding hands, a villain with teeth and claws, and a jumping, three feet that were not painted yet. cat, and several people's flamboyant handwriting: Zhan Xiaojian came here for a visit.

Lin Xiaofeng came here for a visit.

Huo Xiaohu came here for a visit.

——Volume [-] Headless Buddha End——

【Volume [-] King of Heavenly Bamboo】