I was silent for a long while and said to the other two: "It's dark, let's add clothes."
Both Chongyang and Fang Jinyue were stunned, because they had seen it just now. Suddenly, the moon rose and sunset, and the sky was full of stars.
The three took out cold-proof clothes from their kits and put them on again. I saw that the young lama was still squatting there, looking at the ice, and walking over to him and asked him, "How do you know it's going to get dark."
"When it's dark, it's dark, and when it's dawn, it's dawn. Shouldn't this be the most important thing in the world?"
"Do you speak Tibetan?" I asked.
"I'm speaking in Tibetan."
"But I heard you speak Chinese."
"Then I speak Chinese." The young man stood up, "What does it matter?"
I was silent for a while and looked at the two people behind me, not knowing what I should do.
The young man sighed, "Go ahead, people are still waiting for our rescue."
The moon is big and the lake is vast, but it is not particularly cold. The three of them, carrying huge suitcases, followed the barefoot lama in red, and walked with their heads buried on the ice lake under the moonlight.
As I walked, I pondered what I saw and heard just now. This is not the real world, but it doesn't look like an illusory world. In other words, this is a real illusory world.
It's like...
It's like a drama, the drama exists in the real world, but all the settings of this drama world can go against common sense. Native Tibetans can speak Mandarin, and the narration can directly remind the audience that it’s ten years from Tianbao, or tell the audience that today’s son is Tang Xuanzong...
All the settings of the drama are for the audience to better understand the content of the performance. If the current world is a drama, then the three of us are the audience of the drama, and all the abnormalities are for us to understand the content of the next performance.
And the little monk in front of him is naturally an NPC actor.
Therefore, as long as we follow the plot, the director will naturally present what he wants to tell us before our eyes.
I was two steps behind, and the young lama was still walking forward slowly. Seeing that he didn't care about the three of us, I whispered to Chongyang and Fang Jinyue what I had just thought. Chongyang said: "Who is the director, and what kind of existence is this stage of the drama?"
I shook my head.
Instead, Fang Jinyue said: "Tibet is the most mysterious place in the world. It is not strange what happens here."
I took a look at him in surprise, and I didn't expect this kid to be a little calm at this point. What he said is quite true. From the moment I turned around in the Lacan Grand Canyon and saw the city of Chongqing above the Kajiu Temple, our journey had fallen into an unknown strangeness.
Whether it is time or space, different degrees of alienation have appeared. In the meantime, you can only let the flow go, it is hard to extricate yourself.
The moonlight is clear, and the four-person tutorial seems to be fast. The snow-capped mountains in the distance have suddenly come to our eyes, and a quiet city at the foot of the snow-capped mountains is also oncoming.
This is not a big city, but in the eyes of us who are accustomed to seeing a large city with a population of tens of millions today, this city is really not worth mentioning. But if it is placed in Tibet in the tenth year of Tianbao, such a large population settlement is still worth mentioning.
The city wall is low, but it is not easy for us to climb in. Outside the city gate, there are wind horse flags and colorful prayer flags, swaying slightly in the night.
I looked up, and there was a square blank just above the city gate.
"What do you think this city should be called?" the young lama asked me.
Where the hell did I know the name, "I think it should be called Hanpicheng."
"Shhh." He put his index finger to his lips nervously, and pointed his other finger at the top of the city gate.
When I looked over there, I saw the three quaint and vicissitudes of life in "Han Bicheng" appeared there, and the pronunciation was carefully marked with pinyin below.
I regret it a bit, the name is not grand enough, "Can you change the name?"
The Lama shook his head solemnly, "Remember, here, there is only one choice."
He lightly tapped the city gate with his index finger, and with a bang, the two doors suddenly opened, revealing the empty street covered with moonlight behind the door, "Welcome to the city."
At this moment, I thought I came to the Canyon of Kings.
The streets are very narrow and the houses are dense. It can be seen that at the foot of this snow-capped mountain, the land resources are not rich. People living here are doing everything possible to get a living space.
"Keep walking?" the lama asked me.
I knew this city must be weird, so I looked back at Chongyang and Fang Jinyue, and my eyes signaled each to be careful.
The four of them walked deep along this alarmingly quiet street, while looking at the small, terribly dense houses around them.
The lama looked blankly for a moment, pointed to a corner of the original place, and said to me, "Look over there."
It was pitch black over there, "It's too dark," I said.
The lama pointed to the moon, "Come here a little bit."
Yuanyue was suddenly pulled closer by him and whizzed in. The ice lake outside the city shattered and the water rolled out. The lama frowned, "Quiet."
Everything calmed down, and a round of the moon covering half of the sky hung over the city, shining this quiet city into the smallest detail, "Look again."
I looked over again, and it turned out to be a small flag standing on the roof. At this time, I discovered that many of the houses in the city had some tattered flags.
On the flag that the lama pointed out to me, there were two symbols of "卍" (ten thousand) joined together.
"This seems to be..." I thought about it, "It seems to be a symbol of Bon?"
"Yes." The Lama nodded in relief.
Bon religion is a native religion in Tibet. Ancient Bon religion is a bit like Shamanism. It believes that all things have animism and are a relatively primitive religion. Wasn't it replaced by Indian Buddhism from the West
"Do you know what this symbol means?"
"I don't know." It's good for me to recognize it as Bon, but where can I know what it means
"This symbol means "Yong Zhong Qia Xin", "Yong" means the victory of righteousness and no life; "Zhong" means worldly immortality; "Qia" means the reduction of evil views; "Xin" means the introduction of liberation."
The gods are talking, I don't like to be reasonable, so I didn't speak.
"Is it too bright?" the lama asked.
"I think it's okay." I said. The light doesn't dazzle the eyes, it's pretty good.
The Lama frowned, "I think it's too bright, not very atmospheric." He stretched out his finger and pointed slightly, "Go."
The full moon recedes quickly until it reaches its normal size.
I'm not surprised, I don't care.
"Bon’s Benz means immutability and immortality. Don’t you engage in the longevity plan? Then do you think that the invariance of Bon sect is different from the longevity you are pursuing."
"I don't do a longevity plan." I said.
The young lama snorted, "Then I don't care, you have come here, how can you not do it?"
I frowned and did it one bite at a time, not elegant.
"In other words," he said, "you are against me."
My brow furrowed deeper, "What am I against you for?"
"Look at what I am wearing." He shook his sleeve. "I am a Lamaist. Do you know the Lamaism? It's the Lamaism that replaced the Bon religion."
"I know, I know, but this has nothing to do with me."
The young lama still patiently explained to me: "You see that you are engaged in the longevity plan, it must be quite right with the invariability of the Bon religion, and I am a Lamaist, so you will definitely oppose me."
I held back my temper and said, "This world is not black and white."
"This world is black and white." The Lama said immediately: "Have you forgotten? You can only have one choice, and you must also have a choice."
"There is only one choice?"
"For you, there is one and only one choice, and for the world, there is one and only one form of existence."
I vaguely grasped what he wanted to express. Before he could sort out his thoughts, the lama suddenly looked back at me with a smile on his face, "Are you playing King Glory?" (End of this chapter)