The first time I went back to Lhasa, my grandfather took us to visit G.Teng Zeng.

Seeing us back, and everyone was unscathed, Gonzo Teng was shocked, even if he would not swear, the expression on his face was the two words.

I fucked.

Judging from the expression on his face, he seems to think that we are less and less aggressive, and it is basically no different to look at us with the eyes of the dead.

No... to be precise, that kind of look should be so surprised to see someone dead and come back to life.

“You... you’re all back... how can you come back unscathed?” exclaimed Master Teng.

“Old lama, you’re not very friendly!”The old man looked at him with a bad white voice: “How do I feel that you are looking forward to our death?”

"That's not what it means!I’m not expecting you to be bad!I just think this thing is ... too strange...” Master Teng explained hurriedly, the expression on his face was full of embarrassment: “Not long ago I felt a strong breath in the direction of Qiangtang, which I was afraid of... similar to the breath I saw when I foretell, even stronger!”

As soon as the voice fell, the Teng Zeng seemed to remember something and looked at me in a hurry.

“You’re the one who killed you, right?”

I didn’t think much about it, shaking my head and saying it wasn’t me.

"If I were alone, it would be a lone wood, let alone to defuse the disaster, not to mention the opportunity to fight back."I smiled bitterly: "This disaster is everyone working together to survive, everyone has made a lot of efforts, if not for them..."

"Go away."The old man interrupted me directly, and glared at me and said, “How long has it been since you have seen me and learned to play the official voice?”

Without waiting for me to explain anything, the old man turned his head with a smile and looked at Gonton and said, "This disaster is what my grandson resolved, we just played a little auxiliary role."

“This is it.”Soba nodded, "If there is no old Shen, no one can survive this disaster, and I can't say that even the whole Tibetan area must be put in."

“I know... I know how terrible this disaster is...” said G. Tance, holding my hands excitedly, trembling, “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know how many innocent people would have died near Qiangtang, and if no one could resist it, even our entire Tibetan area would have to be dragged into the abyss...”

I also felt a little embarrassed by the Zeng Gontler's so solemn thanks, and the old face flushed and said, "We are all friends, we should be..."

At this time, the grandfather suddenly took out a string of Buddha beads from his pocket, did not say anything, and directly lost to Master Teng.

After he was picked up, the old man sat on the ground cross-legged, lighted a cigarette, and looked at him with a complex expression.

"I don't like to owe people, this time I owe you a little, let's talk about it."

“This is...”

Gongo Teng took the string of Buddha beads, and his expression seemed to be sluggish and looking at it motionless.

I don't know what this string of Buddha beads means to Gonzo Teng, but I know very well that this string of Buddha beads is not an ordinary object, it is a treasure brought down from the top of the spiritual mountain.

This string of beads, it seems that they are strung together by bodhes, although they look at the same as ordinary beads, but it is very strange that these beads can scatter their own soft golden light, which is the manifestation of the Buddha's gas to the extreme.

"A long time ago I heard you say that there are many treasures on Xiaoling Mountain, and your favorite is the string of Bodhi beads that Buddha Shakyamuni used before his life, and you say that it is a manifestation of the spirit of the Buddha family..." When the old man said this, his face was full of care, and it seemed that what was sent out was not a treasure, just a broken bead that was bought on the roadside: "I don't know, but this beads look at it.

“Where did you get it from...” Master Teng asked tremblingly, with an expression on his face so shocked that he held this string of Buddha beads, and that expression was as solemn as a pilgrimage.

"The top of the spiritual mountain was brought in the hand of a Buddha sitting like a man."The old man sighed, "I don't like to take the dead things, but it seems that a voice is telling me that taking it away, it is too wasteful to put such a powerful tool in the mountains, it is better to get to the outside world, at least to drive out the ghosts, and help some innocent people."

I don't know if it was my delusion or did I really hear it, when Master Teng moved these Buddha beads, in each bead, the sound of chanting the scriptures faintly came out.

That voice is real and familiar.

It seems that under the spiritual mountain, which I once heard, the voice that belonged to Buddha Shakyamuni...

Warm and peaceful, able to calm the mind, but also through the endless positive, as if only a word can crush evil.

“The heart of the three poisons ... shall not be liberated . . . the evil master’s saying . . . as the sand of the Ganges . . . the last Fa has arrived . . . . . . . . . . .

Shakyamuni's voice was intermittent, and then there was no sound at all, and the golden light scattered on the string of Buddha beads also became dimmer.

Look at the people talking to themselves, I think none of them heard this sound.

“What happened?”Chen Qiuyan noticed that there was something wrong with the expression on my face, gently took my hand, and asked me in a fine voice: “Is it uncomfortable?”

“There was a voice, did you hear me?”I asked quietly.

Chen Qiuyan shook his head and said that he could only hear everyone talking, and he did not hear any other voices.

“What do you hear?”The old man also noticed the expression on my face and subconsciously asked, “Someone is talking here?”

At this time, everyone also set their eyes on me, looked at me curiously, and seemed to think about what I had just heard.

“The Buddha.”

I whispered, with a heavy expression: "I heard his voice just now."

"Did you hear the Buddha's voice?" said Master Teng, glancing eyes, looking at me in disbelief, although his pair of tricks had long since been lost, but that substantive glance still existed.

"Under the small mountain, into the mountain gate, there is a sitting image of Shakyamuni, the sitting image can show a miracle, I heard him speak, the voice and I just heard it, from the Buddha beads..."

Hearing that Gonton Teng was also a little uncomfortable with the string of Buddha beads, holding it was not, and it was not put down, and the expression was not a general tangle.

“What did Buddha say?”Seven of them asked excitedly.

“He seems to say that the three poisons are full of heart, and the evil master’s words, such as the sand of the Ganges River, the end of the Fa has come...” I muttered, “There are still words behind it, as if there is no sound when the words are not finished.”

At this time, Master Teng and Grandpa, they could not laugh, and the chatted before the atmosphere was very relaxed, and they also froze in an instant.

“The end of the Fa...” Master Teng muttered, “Is the end of the Fa era coming...”

“The evil word?”The old man sneered, “This evil teacher, except for the free master, can no one stand up to this name?”

“Shakmani can say that, it seems that the situation is so serious that we can’t imagine...” Miao Wu muttered, “We have just won a victory on our side, and here he says that the end of the Fa era is coming, and this change is too fast!”

“Has anything else happened?”Ggt. Teng Zeng asked, “What did you meet on the spiritual mountain, is it convenient to tell me?”

Hearing the question of G. G. Denzen, we did not hide it, and said everything that was experienced by the mountain and the mountain, most of which I talked to my grandfather, and one person added half, after all, the experience of both sides was different.

“The demon worm is dead, and the evil spirits of the outside world have also been destroyed by you...” Master Teng muttered, “Will the end of the Fa as the Buddha say have anything to do with your evil spirit?”It should be more of a threat than this one, right?”

"Buddha's last words, it is better to have nothing to do with them."

I whispered, the expression on my face was very helpless, there was an indescribable fatigue.

"Even if it's related, I hope it comes later, we all want to rest."