The old monster loves the poor monk

Kong Ming's neck felt cold for a while, and he hurriedly recited the magic spell in Sanskrit, but this is a temple, how can any evil spirit enter the temple?So he turned around and looked at the ground with confidence and boldness.

It sounded like porcelain beads just now, but they were not porcelain beads, nor were they glass beads that Kong Ming had seen before. It was a kind of bright white, shiny and beautiful beads, probably jade?

When Kong Ming saw the bead, he wondered if he had seen it before, and felt that it looked very familiar.

How familiar is a round bead?Kong Ming bent down and picked up the beads and squeezed them between his thumb and forefinger. It was very cool when it was attached to his fingertips. He watched the bead's heart beating suddenly and hard, and he covered his heart. He was in a trance for a moment. Passing by a faintly swaying lotus lantern and candlelight, the veil and jade tassels hang down quietly.

I closed my eyes, shook my head and opened them again. The red wall of Zayeba Temple was still in front of me. I looked around in a daze. The red wall was cool and windy, and there were no sparks. Where is the lotus lamp?

The bead pinched on the fingertips was still cool, Kongming looked and looked, and wanted to throw it into the cliff and abyss outside the temple, but he stood by the parapet and finally took it back and put it in it unconsciously. arms.

Wu Duyin had been waiting for him outside the temple for a while, she wrapped herself even tighter, only showing half of her face, it seemed that the steep terrain and the wind on the cliff made her very uncomfortable, only a pair of dark eyes Bright and firm.

Kong Ming had complicated feelings towards Wu Duyin, he was afraid of Wu Duyin, but such a little girl would inevitably make people feel pitiful, but Kong Ming would never come out of hiding no matter what, he had already planned How can you just give up your life dream after living a comfortable life in Zayeba Monastery?

Kong Ming said to Wu Duyin word by word in Chinese: "I grew up in Zayeba Monastery. I never thought of leaving Zayeba Monastery. I will not go out of Tibet! Come back soon." Go home, your parents in Handi must be very worried about you." He thought he should have made it very clear.

Wu Duyin blinked, his eyelashes opened and closed silently: "My parents are dead."

"Ah...I'm so sorry." Kong Ming felt that his mouth was really useless: "Anyway, go find someone else, I won't leave Tibet." After speaking, he hurried back to the temple, Kong Ming was quite afraid of Wu. For Duyin, he has a sense of crisis, a sense of crisis that he might be persuaded.

So he had to leave as soon as possible, he had no idea what Handi was like, left the familiar Zayeba, left Rinpoche and his loving master, and went to a strange place, Kongming never thought of such a life.

Will it still be free and unobstructed?

The night was getting dark, I don't know how Wu Duyin is doing now, Kong Ming thought of Wu Duyin's pale face, and was worried about her, until his senior brother told him that the master kept her in the guest room before Kong Ming felt relieved sleep.

As the night darkened, in the solemnly decorated meditation room, the master tucked his sleeves, his old face was heavy, and his eyes were full of worry. Rinpoche sitting next to him said: "We can't escape, although we want to protect him Suffering, but the karma on his body is far from being able to be cut off and eliminated by our ability, since the benefactor Wu has come, everything depends on luck."

The master took off his red hat and sighed: "Handi, it's not a good place." He could vaguely feel that the aura of Handi was undergoing a change. He didn't know what it was, just like Kongming and Donor Wu's previous life also made him unable to see clearly. He guessed that maybe it was an irreversible cause and effect gradually emerging.

Kong Ming had already fallen asleep soundly, two small patches of plateau red on his face were on his peaceful sleeping face, making him as innocent as a child.

In the guest room far away from Kongming, Wu Duyin stared straight ahead with her dark eyes. She spread her slender fingers, and suddenly there appeared in her hand a brilliant and complex object that looked like a compass. The silver and white compass was exquisite and complicated. The lines engraved on it are not what should be on a compass. It is engraved with fine and small concave points of different sizes. The concave lines of different lengths are connected between the light spots, like the interaction of stars and palaces all over the sky. There is a small one in the middle of the disc. It was a blank and smooth circular depression, and a silver-white condensate floated on it.

She pointed at the tactic, her lips closed together, and a white light spot condensed on her fingertips. She let go of the tactic, and the white light spot flew out of the window like a firefly, and flew into the empty room in a few flashes. Staying at the position three inches above Kongming's eyebrows, slowly descending and sinking into the space between Kongming's eyebrows, Kongming's expression in deep sleep was serious, then slowly softened again, and he frowned in confusion in his sleep brow.

Under the moon, she was dressed in white and stood alone on the ridge, staring down at the flickering spots of light that disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Rotary Compass finally found him...

Originally in the chaos and nothingness, self-awareness suddenly emerged, and Kong Ming looked around strangely, how could he be here, what happened...?

Why is everything around me blurry?

Kong Ming rubbed his eyes, then opened them again, everything in front of him became clear.

Surrounded by streets, it is different from what Kongming has seen before. The ground is paved with stone slabs, and the buildings on the street are also very strange. They are all built like temples with eaves and corners, but they are not in the shape of temples. People wear long sleeves. The long gown, Kongming didn't know until he arrived in Han, that such clothes belonged to the ancient people in Han.

Where the hell is this?

There was a rush of people, Kong Ming watched people coming and going in a daze, a person walked up to Kong Ming from behind and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Kong Ming was taken aback, looked closely, but couldn't see his appearance clearly, only his clothing.

He was dressed in a radiant white dress, which wasn't really radiant, but it was really dazzling against his slender and straight figure. He wore a white jade hair crown on his head, and a jade chain on his chest with pearls and jade tassels hanging from it. On the jade lock, a lot of auspicious clouds and auspicious clouds have been carved tirelessly.

As soon as that person came to Kong Ming's side, Kong Ming felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, staring at his blurred face, Kong Ming hesitated to speak.

But if you really want him to say something, he doesn't know what to say.

That person seemed to be staring at him as well, as if looking him up and down, as if trying to find a similarity to something.

Kongming wanted to see his blurred face, but he didn't notice that the surrounding scenery had started to distort and change. When Kongming came back to his senses, he was already in a cold hall. The hall was vast in all directions, lonely and empty. Two stone pillars surrounded the main hall like sky pillars to support the dome. Kong Ming looked at the main hall calmly, and the indescribable feeling just now became stronger.

Looking up at the dome, this place was not originally like this,

Kong Ming felt a kind of desolation, and thought calmly, it is normal to become like this.

What was it like?What now?

The man in white looked at Kong Ming silently, sizing up his strange eyebrows and eyes, he was not like this in the first place.

Kong Ming stared at the dome, he gradually felt nothing, the surrounding scenery was upside down, there was a big hole in his heart, his heart was constricted, and the huge hollow feeling was about to burst, his mouth was slightly gathered, still wanting to say Say that sentence.

The magic path is immortal!

But at this moment, he couldn't even utter the first word. The man in white patted his shoulder lightly from behind, turned his head sharply, and saw the top of the wall in his own room, and the seniors were still asleep. dead.

It was just a dream...

Kong Ming covered his heart.

The feeling in the dream was really too strange, Kong Ming didn't even know what the things he saw in the dream were, he just felt very uncomfortable for no reason.

It can't be called sad, Kong Ming has never felt this way before, and he doesn't know how to describe it.

Probably... bleak?The desolation that was so strong that it could swallow his whole body.

Look at it calmly, but feel desolate in your heart?Kong Ming felt that this dream was really strange, so was the person in the dream, and the person in white was even more strange.

All in all it was a strange dream.

Kong Ming hurriedly got up from the bed and went to the small wooden cabinet, opened the small wooden cabinet and found the white bead he picked up today, looking at the brilliance in the bead, Kong Ming felt that this bead might have something to do with the person in the dream, Or maybe this bead has something to do with this dream.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what it was for, and without an answer, Kong Ming had no choice but to continue to climb into bed and sleep.

It was just dawn, and the sky nearby was still a bit gray. Kong Ming started his morning homework with a broom.

sweep the floor.

After sweeping the floor, play on the east side, take a look on the west side, and then wait for dinner. Wu Duyin stayed in the guest room all day and didn't come out to trouble him. Kong Ming thought it was very good, but he didn't know Wu Du Yin is trying to convince him in another world, and Wu Duyin doesn't know that Kong Ming's dream is not just a fantasy dream she stimulated.

At night, it is still the same dream as yesterday, but the empty perception in the dream is not as clear as last time, it feels like the whole world is separated by a film, and the feeling of desolation is not as strong as yesterday, just like an outsider Walk alone in the same corner.

Kong Ming saw the figure of the man in white several times, but he always stood far away and looked at Kong Ming silently, and never came to Kong Ming again, but his figure in white clothes stood out from the crowd, As soon as he appeared, Kong Ming could see him.

The second dream with a strong feeling appeared a few days after the first dream, and the dream was exactly the same as the first dream, and Kong Ming didn’t realize that it was actually a dream when he was in the dream, completely I forgot myself in the real world, and I also forgot that I had dreamed this dream many times.

The street is very lively, but the weather is a bit cold and the air is very humid. The small particles of water vapor in the mist stick to Kong Ming's face. The wine sellers and flower sellers on the street are yelling, and the street food sellers are hawking.

As those people walked, their clothes suddenly changed into the shorts and shorts worn by the Han people who came to Tibet to play. Everyone passed by Kong Ming smiled brightly, and their eyes were as gentle as a pool of water. Holding some interesting objects or delicious things in your hands, the bustle is bustling, high-rise buildings suddenly rise, the traffic is like water, and the lights are flowing.

Everyone looks like, well, it's good here, it's fun here.

Indeed, all this is very good and very interesting, Kong Ming cannot deny that in these few dreams, what he has seen and heard is something he has never seen or heard before,

But Kongming watched the tall buildings suddenly rise, almost bewildered by such bustling, but felt faintly in his heart that he had forgotten something, and the vacant part of his heart began to feel uncomfortable again. These bustling, these people, this area Handy...

Very important

very important

Do not!

It is because they are related to some very important things, the missing piece in his heart can only be completed when he arrives in Handi.Realizing this point, Kongming suddenly became enlightened, as if fate was pulling him, and a voice was calling Kongming—return.

Kongming nodded, as if he was serious when he heard the master's instruction for the first time, he murmured: "Wait for me."

In an instant, a huge pulling force seemed to pull Kong Ming's heart out of his chest, the pain was so painful that Kong Ming grinned and covered his heart, his left eye also began to ache faintly, Kong Ming felt that he was going to die up.

A warm hand landed on Kong Ming's shoulder, and all the pain just now miraculously disappeared.

All the prosperity returned to silence, the world was silent, Kong Ming turned around, and what he saw was the white clothes, the blur that couldn't see the face clearly, the man in white was still looking at him, probably couldn't get enough of it.

The man in white pushed Kong Ming lightly, Kong Ming staggered, and when he looked again, he had already woken up from a dream, and it was still his own room, so there was no such thing as a man in white.

Kong Ming let out a breath, and lay limp on the bed, so real, but it turned out to be a dream, he opened his mouth, but unconsciously murmured: "Han Di."

For him, Han land is a piece of land, a title, and two words, but now, Han land seems to have become his destiny, the source of his origin, and the place where he will return.

The remaining feeling in the dream has not completely disappeared, and that feeling is still reverberating in his heart, which makes him so concerned about Han land at this moment, that place has very important things.

He can't ditch that thing.

But what the hell is that?

At that moment in the dream, Kong Ming felt like a dead wood that had been sleeping underground for thousands of years. When the voice called him to "return", new shoots sprouted on the dead body, and the withered body in the dark It has been too long to wait for this moment, that kind of silent joy, like a faint smile hidden in the darkness.

He woke up in the desolate and silent waiting, that him, Kong Ming felt that it was him but not him, Kong Ming touched the corner of his mouth, tentatively raised a faint smile.

Alas... It's really a strange feeling that I don't understand