Most Tibetan names have religious connotations, which I heard from my grandfather a long time ago, such as Soba and Teng, both of which have Buddhist colors.

Soba symbolizes the meaning of tolerance in Tibetan Buddhism, and Teng refers to those who hold the Fa.

To hold the Fa... is nothing more than to hold the Dharma of the Dharma and cultivate the path of the Buddhist family.

But I have to say that this teacher named Teng, I heard for the first time, probably because I do not know much about the situation in the Tibetan area, so I have not heard the name.

According to Soba and me, the Teng Zeng teacher is a high priest who was specially invited into the WTO by the state, and is also a few of the main children who can eat the real emperor's food in the Tibetan area.

Although he entered the world, he did not appear as if ordinary religious leaders were so low-key and no sense of existence.

Under his door are so many apprentices, all of whom are submerged in a mountain near Lhasa, and in addition to the purchase of daily necessities, they will not be casually out of the mountain.

The people who came to meet us were some of the apprentices of Master Teng, who were in the truck of Tibetan friends, and Chen Qiuyan and I were sitting in the car arranged by Soba.

“There are many monks in Tibetan areas, and Ggtor Teng is one of them.”Soba, driving the car, introduced us to the high man who summoned us: "His ability to drive out evil ghosts is not famous, but his ability to foresee the future... that is the most surprising thing to me!" 」

“The fortune-tard?”I asked funnyly.

“Not a fortune-tard.”Soba frowned and looked at me with some seriousness: "He can see anyone's future, but he can see for himself that it is not long-term, he can only see the recent days, but every minute and every second of the details, he can remember very clearly, and tell you."

“That’s... that’s unlikely, isn’t it?”Chen Qiuyan looked at Soba with surprise, as if he felt that he was bragging, and some unbelieving said, “He can really see anyone’s future?”

"I've had a relationship with Gontler Teng, and I've personally verified that I won't joke with you about this."Soba answered very seriously.

As soon as the voice fell, Soba frowned, as if to think of something, whispered: "Mgoseng Teng's ability is more than that, he is a wholehearted Buddhist, except for the Buddha, he does not care much about the rest."

“Have you ever seen Master Teng descending demon Voldemort?”I tested and asked.

Soba shook her head and said she had never seen or heard of it.

“It’s so honest... nothing to do but cultivate the Buddha...” I muttered.

Hearing me say this, Sobba just smiled and didn’t refute it.

Out of Lhasa, driving for nearly an hour, we stopped at the edge of a certain mountainous area.

There is no road into the mountain, only on two legs to walk by yourself.

To tell the truth, when I took Chen Qiuyan to climb the mountain road, I was still a little upset.

At any point, I was also a gentleman with a name... Just arrived in Lhasa and did not wait for me to rest, I would have called me without saying a word, if Soba had not talked to me, I would not have refuted his face, and the ghost would have come to climb the mountain.

"Don't be angry."Chen Qiuyan took my hand and said in a small voice: "He did not call us to come to see for no reason, to see the words brought by his apprentice, there must be trouble to happen, such a age of the high monk, it is impossible to joke with the two of us."

"I'm not angry, I'm just a little bit on fire."I smiled bitterly and said, "This is too rushed, just got off the plane and haven't breathed yet, even the water can't drink a mouthful, just let us come, you say, can I not catch the fire?" 」

Chen Qiuyan comforted me in a fine voice, lying on my back, and constantly patting me on the back with small paws, as if to help me smooth.

I have to say that since beating in the trap of Tianshan to bid farewell to its first owner, the squeam has become more sensible, not as noisy as before.

Feeling that its temperament personality has changed a lot, different from the original childishness, it seems to be... mature?

Following the lamas, we slowly climbed the mountain behind us, and the more we climbed up, the less I found that my breathing was not smooth, and this change was not under the mountain.

There are not many mountains I have climbed, higher than this mountain, there are several.

But those mountains didn’t get so hard to get up... at least it didn’t make it so hard for me to breathe.

I know what the plateau reaction is, but it is only for ordinary people, my physical structure is too far away from ordinary people, this disease should not appear on me.

At the same time, I found that there was something wrong with the rat and Chen Qiuyan.

The rat has been lying on my back, and it has not moved at all, so it will not feel tired, but it gradually, and there is a feeling that it cannot breathe, and there is a sound in the nose.

Chen Qiuyan is also the same, the face is very ugly, breathing is the same as me, there is a sense of breath.

I asked her a few words in a low voice, making sure that her discomfort was the same as mine, which made me even more confused.

Except for me and Chen Qiuyan, everyone else seems to be very normal, and even while climbing the mountain while chatting about the sky in Tibetan, the expression is not a general ease.

If only those lamas had the ability to be so calm, so what about Soba?

He is an ordinary man!

After I found these things, I did not dare to speak out, and I thought about it in my heart.

Poor breathing, it seems to be an inexplicable pressure, that kind of pressure is not like the top of Mount Tai, but in front of me horizontally.

Like preparing to push me down the mountain, that strange pressure is more of a repulsion.

It seems to exclude us!

“Is this mountain excluding us?”After Chen Qiuyian listened to my analysis, he looked at me with some doubts and asked, “Isn’t this mountain a dead thing?”Can it exclude people?”

“Not sure.”I shook my head: "Not to mention the mountain, the rat is a demonic animal, you and I have a different breath from normal people, ordinary people like Soba, or those lamas, only their kind, will be accepted by this mountain."

To put it bluntly, this mountain accepts only humans, or ordinary animals.

Like me, who accepted the inheritance of the ancients, Chen Qiuyan with the old breath, became a fine rat, and was not in its acceptance range.

“This is racial discrimination...” I said.

Fortunately, the repulsion of this mountain has little effect on me, but it makes me breathe not very fast, some discomfort, and the other effects are minimal.

After a while, under the leadership of those lamas, we climbed to the outside of a red brick house near the top of the mountain.

The room was quite broken, the total area may be less than twenty square meters, and the door was half-covered in silence, leaving a slap wide gap.

The lamas did not intend to push the door in, and gave me the way, stood on both sides of the gate, and stood motionless like a god, as if waiting for me to enter.

Soba looked at me, and then at the lamas, without slacking, their hands clasped a few words of Tibetan, and slowly stepped back two steps.

“Old Shen, come in.”Soba said in a low voice, "Govern Teng should be waiting for you."

I was not polite, and I went forward with Chen Qiuyan with my head.

As I was about to open the door, my movements suddenly froze, because the moment the palm touched the door, I heard a sound of chanting the Buddha without warning.

It was not sent out by one or two monks, it was thousands of monks who beat wooden fish together and chanted the Buddha in a tiring...

“The san?”

Chen Qiuyan gently taunted me for a moment, and instantly let me go back to God, and those strange chantings disappeared in an instant.

I did not speak, frowned and looked at the palm of my hand to push the door, and my heart could not help but raise it.

This Teng Zeng teacher . . . it seems that there is a little bit of a doorway . . .

“Little friend, please come in.”

Hearing this old and kind voice, the vigilance in my heart went to 80%, and that kind of warm and peaceful tone seemed to have a comforting effect.

I smiled unnaturally, pushing the door and taking Chen Qiuyan to step in.

The house is full of the smell of tribute, in addition, there is a smell similar to the smell of flowers mixed in.

In the small house, an old monk sat on the ground with a robe and looked at us with a smile... No, he should not be able to see.

This old monk has no eyes, and the underside of the eyelids is uneven, and there should be no eyeballs.

“Senior, it’s disturbed.”