What first night? I was stunned. The ruined image of Padmasambhava still looked down at me, but it was completely ruined while speaking, cracks spread on the paper body, and there was almost no complete paint.
At this moment, the surroundings seemed completely silent.
There are no more sounds of wind and grass, no more chanting, no more shouts.
I feel cold sweat staying on my forehead.
"What's the matter?" I walked out of Padmasambhava's dull eyes a few steps, and asked the people behind me.
"We don't know either." Ning Peichun came forward with a surprised tone, and looked at the group of lamas who had suddenly calmed down. "How come suddenly there is no sound, it's like a power outage."
The others also moved forward slowly.
I looked at the great image of Padmasambhava, and at this moment he finally stopped breathing, no breathing, nothing strange. Including the Lama door carrying the lotus sacred lotus no longer moves. All became like paper people in an instant.
We approached the group of lamas, and found that these lamas were also paperless.
"That's not right." I muttered, "These people are obviously real people."
We can't all read it wrong. At first, we all thought that these lamas were real people. If they were paperless, their facial features would be more rigid.
"But it has already happened." Hu Qinan whispered, "This is a group of paper people."
This is a group of paper people, a group of paper people in red robes carrying another huge paper people, and have come to talk to us for a long time? Where's the ghost blowing the lamp
I asked Ning Peiping, "In the folk culture of Tibet, which ones are related to paper people?"
Ning Peiping thought about it expressionlessly, "It's not very clear, there is no particularly obvious culture related to paper people."
"Then you can only rely on guessing." I whispered.
The group of people finally grew courageous and walked through the neatly arranged queue of paper people.
The faces of these paper figures are indeed stiff, and the outlines of the facial features are drawn with jerky paint on them, and they look a little sluggish under the light.
As for the clothes on the body, they are the red robes that real Tibetan monks often wear, but they look very old. The inside supporting the robe is very poor quality and rough paper.
"At that moment, something extraordinary seems to have happened." I wiped a paper man's eyes with one hand, and said.
Chongyang said: "It seems that in an instant, this group of people turned into paper people."
I nodded, "No matter what, the behavior of just walking and chanting must not be possible for these paper lamas in front of me. This paper arm, paper leg, paper voice..."
"Is it possible that it is a blind eye method?" Hu Qinan asked, "a blind eye method that requires the help of real objects."
"You mean, the people who stood in front of us from the beginning to the end were all paper people, but for some reason, we felt the illusion and thought they moved or spoke?"
Hu Qinan nodded.
Together with Li Yuan: "Then you think someone is doing a ghost, put the paper figures here in advance, and wait for us to come."
Hu Qinan frowned without nodding. Because he himself was aware of the improper accommodation of this statement. Because it is impossible to explain how these paper people are neatly arranged here, it is more reasonable to use a group of people at the beginning, who came over and talked for a while and then turned into paper.
I pretended to kick a kick. The lama's legs collapsed and fell to one side after losing his center of gravity. Everyone else kicked the lama down by himself, and the paper people suddenly fell apart.
The huge paper lotus stand they were carrying and the lotus students on the lotus stand also fell down.
I suddenly realized something was wrong. No wonder it felt weird just now, "The team of lamas who played and sang is gone."
The so-called Lama team is the vanguard force that shocked us.
"The atmosphere group is gone." I whispered.
"What atmosphere group?" Chongyang asked.
"It's the one who blows, pulls, plays and sings."
Everyone turned their eyes to see that those lamas were supposed to be at the front of the team, and they might be at the far left after the team turned around, but now they can't be found no matter where they are.
I speeded up my feet, and looked over one by one lamas, none of them were wearing musical instruments, nor were they wearing cow bone masks.
Every time it was wrong, the atmosphere group really disappeared.
Hu Qinan said suddenly: "The implementation of the blindfold method seems to have a possibility of interpretation."
That's right, it's probably the blinding method imposed by the atmosphere group. In other words, the magic power applied to make the paper man become human, and the magic power applied to make the paper man breathe and speak.
"I'm so cold." I shivered.
I’ve just been lying on the ground for so long. Although I’m wearing a lot of clothes, I’ve been soaked by the fog and the wind is blowing. On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau at night, if we stay in this state for a long time, we might really freeze to death. Here it is.
"Mr. Huo." Hu Qinan thought for a while, "Set up camp in the same place, let's live through the night first."
"How about taking paper to life?" I said.
"Not afraid?" Li Yuanyi asked jokingly.
"What am I afraid of?" I said, "I dare to burn when he comes, and whoever speaks is right to burn."
Li Yuanyi smiled, "The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp."
A paper man burned with thick smoke, and it was really similar to a corpse burn if you didn't look carefully. It was scary. I took advantage of their camping effort and sat on the side of the fire to ponder.
I'm thinking about that map.
Ning Hanqing asked us to go to Kajiu Temple, so that I could see the vision above Kajiu Temple, and I don't know what connection it had with Guan Song's experience. As for the things I just experienced, are they things that I will encounter as long as I come to the canyon.
Regardless of what is behind the paper people, the subject of Padmasambhava's just talking to us is roughly to ask about the purpose of our trip.
In the end, my performance did not seem to satisfy Padmasambhava, but in the end he said to me, "This is the first night." What does it mean? Is it possible that there will be many nights after that? People who didn't know thought he was a prostitute.
Should there be any more words to be said before the "first night"? On the first night of what, what does Padmasambhava use these "nights" to do
After thinking about it for a while, the camp was set up again. Chongyang and I were still holding a group together to keep warm. During this time, Li Yuanyi wanted to get in cheeky and drove me out. Putting it in Yueyue, I want to be with us, this kid. It's kind of confession. I asked him to drag the sleeping bag in and sleep with us, so that the people would be warmer.
I can't sleep all night, it's not because of something like this that I can't sleep. To be honest, it's really tiring to travel all the way, and my heart is quite big. But this night, the situation outside the tent didn't seem quite right.
At first it was the fire light.
The fire light was the burning paper lama, originally Li Yuanyi and Ning Lifeng were on vigil. After squinting for a while, I felt that the fire was still shining in. I wondered why these two people were still vigilant, so I opened my eyes and saw that there were two figures outside the tent beside the fire.
After a while, I felt something was wrong. The two figures stood motionless by the fire, unless the two of them were frozen to death, how could they be motionless.
I stared blankly at the shadow on the tent.
In addition to the two motionless shadows by the fire, more shadows moved. It's like a shadow puppet show, it's like a group of people are holding a sacrifice, dancing stiffly around the fire, walking around, the whole process is quite quiet.
I turned my head to look at Chongyang and Putin Yue, who was sleeping well next to me, and said to my heart that you two will wake up soon, come and watch the shadow puppet show.
The shadow play was performed for a long time. Not only did dancing continue, but there were also scenes of murder and dismemberment, which made me feel weird. Later, the fire light gradually weakened, and the shadows reflected on the tent were also blurred. Just as I let out a sigh of relief, the two shadows who had been standing by the fire suddenly jumped up and jumped into the fire. The fire suddenly rose.
Silent shadow puppets were sung all night, and only when the sky was getting brighter did I notice the abnormality.
I was too quiet the whole time. I didn't expect to call others to get up or go out to have a look. I don't know why my thinking has been so rigid.
The other is that the tent we bought is a cold-resistant tent, and it is not made of plastic film. How can the shadows on the outside of the tent be clearly visible? (End of this chapter)