This Damned Thirst for Survival

Jiang Luo carried a baseball bat and smashed the car sent by Chi You. After he was cool, he contacted the second-hand car market and sold the million-dollar luxury car for 100,000 yuan.

He took the money to buy a new mobile phone and a second-hand car, and the next day he took Ge Zhu straight to the Jokhang Temple.

The Jokhang Temple did not refuse pilgrims to visit during the New Year, because many people have the habit of burning incense and worshiping Buddha during the New Year holidays. Ge Zhu took Jiang Luo to meet Master Chengde in a familiar manner, and Master Chengde was chatting with the abbot watering flowers.

One of them is the abbot of the Jokhang Temple, and the other is the respected elder of the Jokhang Temple. After seeing Ge Zhu, both faces of benevolence and kindness showed surprise. Master Chengde said "Amitabha Buddha" and said with joy: "Ge Zhu, I didn't expect to see you during the Chinese New Year."

Ge Zhu had been in a trance since he entered the Jokhang Temple, and he barely smiled upon hearing this, "How is the year of Master Chengde and the abbot?"

"It's a pretty good time," the two old men laughed together, "Ruixue is in a good year, and this year's fortune is very good."

Jiang Luo listened to them chatting a few words, and Master Chengde looked at him: "Brother, look, this is the donor Jiang Luo I told you about."

When the elderly abbot heard the words, he also looked over with piercingly, "Hahahaha, he is a good boy."

Jiang Luo humbly said: "I wanted to visit the Jokhang Temple before, but it turned out that the younger generation was rude to come so late."

"What's impolite and not rude?" The abbot cheerfully, his eyes hidden and shrewd, turned around and told Master Chengde, "You take the benefactor Jiang Luo around in our Jokhang Temple, Ge Zhu, you stay with me. Uncle Master hasn't seen you for a long time, so talk to Uncle Master."

Ge Zhu's eyes turned red instantly, "Yes."

The Jokhang Temple occupies an entire hill, majestic, tall, and majestic. Jiang Luo and Master Chengde looked at several temples and chatted casually. Master Chengde was very patient, Jiang Luo knew what he said when he asked. Jiang Luo worshipped the Buddha under his guidance and walked into several enclosed temples that Buddhist disciples could only step into.

Jiang Luo sighed: "The Jokhang Temple is magnificent and magnificent. After walking around, I feel that my spirit has improved a lot. It is indeed a holy place in Buddhism."

Master Cheng De laughed, "The Jokhang Temple was not like this before. It was built brick by brick after years and months. Even now, there are still unrepaired places in the Jokhang Temple, I Take you there and see."

He brought Jiang Luo to a ruin, pointed at the ruins and said, "This place has not been repaired."

The ruins were burned to the ground and the houses collapsed. The wooden beams were pitch black and devastated. But from the partial remnants, it is not difficult to see how beautiful the building was before it was burnt down.

Jiang Luo's heart moved, "This is?"

"This is the former Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Jokhang Temple," Master Chengde sighed, "This is not a secret anymore. You can find out after a little inquiries. We Buddhism had such an inhumane villain in a century. I heard the name Bad Buddha Wuchen last time. When Ge Wuchen rebelled out of Buddhism, he took a fire and burned the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It was really a sinful thing. The three of his master and uncle paid it back. They are all in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion! As a result, he killed three elders in a fire!"

As Grandmaster Chengde said, his chest rose and fell violently with anger, "He burned the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and killed several fellow brothers of his generation. After that, he didn't know where he went. He did a sin. However, it was his younger brother who suffered! Ge Zhu was a sensitive and delicate child. After this happened, he did not say anything but felt guilty in his heart. Soon after, he took a few younger brothers and sisters who followed him and left the Jokhang Temple. ."

"If I see the evil disciple again, I will definitely hold him down and kowtow to admit his mistake in front of my senior brother and senior brother's grave." As he said, Master Chengde was already slightly choked.

Jiang Luo listened quietly. He had heard about this from Ge Zhu a long time ago, and when he heard it again, there was only one feeling that there was absolutely something hidden in it.

Master Chengde wiped away his tears and asked: "How does Donor Jiang think of me Jokhang Temple?"

Jiang Luo said in a curious tone: "I heard Ge Zhu said a lot about the Jokhang Temple before. I heard that the Jokhang Temple was called Bailu Temple before?"

"Yes," Master Chengde said, "but that was also two hundred years ago."

Master Chengde Yu Guang glanced at the tall pine trees, his eyes flashed and his expression became painful, "Donor Jiang, people have three urgency, the old monk first go to the toilet, you wait for me here."

Before Jiang Luo could speak, he clutched his stomach and ran away quickly.

Jiang Luo: "...Master walk slowly."

Jiang Luo was also happy when Master Chengde was not there. He walked to the ruins and squatted down, picked up a piece of wood and looked at it. The wood was stained with black ash when it touched it, and the snow covering the wood had turned into water, ticking, dripping from the gap to the ground.

"It has been several years since the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was burned down." Jiang Luo muttered to himself.

"Five years."

Jiang Luo quickly got up and turned his head, and he saw Ge Wuchen walking out from behind the pine tree.

Ge Wuchen was dressed in a simple monk's clothes. He stood in the snow with his hands folded, bowed to Jiang Luo, and said with a smile: "Amitabha Buddha, Jiang benefactor, let's meet again."

Jiang Luo patted the dirty dust on his hands, squinted at the bald monk, "I didn't expect to see the Buddha here."

Ge Wuchen smiled slightly, his handsome face looked like an immortal under the snow, he stepped up to Jiang Luo's side, "Donor Jiang, I'm here to look for you."

"I can see it," Jiang Luo said calmly, "you came to me because of Ge Zhu?"

Ge Wuchen said: "No, it's for my master."

Jiang Luo didn't hold it back, his face twisted for a moment.

Ge Wuchen thought he hadn't seen it. He had the beads in his hand, his eyes were sincere, and his tone was sincere, "Donor Jiang, please be with my master."

Jiang Luo sneered, almost wanting to turn his face, "What if I didn't."

Ge Wuchen sighed, "I really came to match you and your master. Believe it or not, no one in this world wants you to be together more than I do."

"Really?" Jiang Luo deliberately strayed from the subject, "Ge Zhu is also your true brother, you almost killed him. Your master and uncle are also your true elders, and I didn't feel soft when you set them on fire. pass."

"Amitabha Buddha," Ge Wuchen smiled unchanged, "Donor Jiang, do you know your position in the master's heart?"

Words popped between Jiang Luo's teeth, "I don't want to know at all."

Ge Wuchen is full of sincerity, "You are very important to the master. I have never seen the master treat another person so special. He has changed a lot because of you. If it were you, you would definitely be able to stop him and successfully tie the master. In your hands."

When Jiang Luo didn't answer his words, he changed the conversation and said, "It was your idea to pull my friend into the dream, right?"

After finishing speaking, he swiped his fist directly. Ge Wuchen was a poisonous snake, and he would never be stunned. He beat him back and forth for a while. The two knew that if they didn't use other methods, no one could stand him, so they stopped their hands neatly together.

When the two of them stood beside the ruins, Ge Wuchen took out a cigarette and handed it to Jiang Luo. Jiang Luo thought this was magical enough. He squatted and smoked with a monk in the monk's den in the winter.

Ge Wuchen shook the ashes on the ruins, "Do you know how many tens of thousands of dollars were spent to build this Buddhist scripture pavilion?"

Jiang Luo: "Not interested."

"Three thousand," Ge Wuchen only felt that Jiang Luo was like a slippery loach, no matter how slippery it was, he continued patiently, "Three thousand taels of silver, three thousand taels of two hundred years ago. One It was expanded again more than a hundred years ago, and that time it cost more than 500,000 yuan. Think about it, what is the concept of more than 500,000 yuan more than a hundred years ago."

Jiang Luo followed to shake the soot and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky.

"..." Ge Wuchen, "but the most valuable thing is not the house, but the books in it. The books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are things that can't be bought with money. There are countless Buddhist books handed down from ancient times. One copy is so valuable that Ge Zhu can smack his tongue, but I burned it here."

Jiang Luo finally threw him a stingy look, "Why did you burn?"

"Because my master and my uncle let me set the fire."

If Ge Wuchen wanted to act, he would definitely be the backbone of the show. His eyes were gloomy, and he stood the smoke backhand in front of the ruins, as if scenting incense.

"My master was the last abbot of the Jokhang Temple, and I and Ge Zhu's adoptive father. I know why you asked about the Bailu Temple, because the fateful man walked out from the Bailu Temple. Before he became a fateful man, He is just a little monk in Bailu Temple."

"A monk who is born with a predestined relationship with the Buddha and can easily comprehend the Buddha's will."

It seems that he knew what Jiang Luo wanted to hear, and Ge Wuchen didn't make a half-hearted detour, "The Fate is an orphan, no one knows who his parents are. Two hundred years ago, he was carried back from the outside by the abbot of the Bailu Temple at the time. Fate. People have a very high understanding. He stays in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion all year round. There are so many books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and 70% to 80% of them are obtained by him."

"But I don't know why. One year, he left the Bailu Temple. When the Bailu Temple became the Jokhang Temple, he also became a fatalist on Changbai Mountain, even with the same face that had not changed two hundred years ago."

Jiang Luo listened, remembering these things that he didn't know whether they were true or not, and didn't forget to think about why Ge Wuchen would say these things to him.

Ge Wuchen finally said the point, and he said indifferently: "Donor Jiang, you should also know that the fatalist once gave a prediction that the future of the entire metaphysical world is fortune-telling. When the culprit of the disaster was locked in Chiyou At the time, several senior members of the metaphysical circle discussed whether they should kill Chi You directly. My master was among them. His old man was kind and didn't want to kill evil, so he supported Chi You and guided Chi You to help him. "

Jiang Luo sneered, saying that you were guiding you well, that the world was destroyed in your dreams, and you still knew how to behave like a gangster in the middle of the night.

"But five years ago, the master discovered something was wrong. He and my two uncles prepared for five days, spent a night in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for divination, and divination revealed the future of the metaphysical world," Ge Wuchen said, "Wait. After they finished the divination, they learned that the Fate Man had told a big lie. The Fate Man divination was his own prophecy. In his prophecy, Chi You will kill him in the future instead of destroying the metaphysical world. He does not want to kill him. Sin, so I changed the content of the prophecy and wanted others to kill Chi You. In the divination of my master and uncles, Chi You was tortured to destroy humanity because of his lie, but it would truly destroy the metaphysical world. ."

Jiang Luo pinched the smoke abruptly and looked at him suspiciously.

Ge Wuchen said: "After my master and uncle mastered the results, their vitality was severely damaged, their life span was lost, and they could not live for a few days. That day, before dawn after the divination, my master was pulling my Hand, let me find Chi You, try my best to make up for him, and try my best to persuade Chi You to avoid the final bad results."

"But they are also afraid that Buddhism's refuge in Chi You will arouse the anger of the fatalists, and they are afraid that the fatalists will cause murder when they know that they have spied on the real future. So in order to prevent the fatalists from discovering that something is wrong, they want me to Burned the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and burned to death the three of them who knew the truth. Let the world think that I had rebelled against Buddhism, so that even if I go to help Chi You, I won’t involve Buddhism and be hated by fatalists, not to mention. Let the fatalists discover the clues of the death of my master and uncle."

The monk with a nice face looked at the upside-down cigarette, and the flame of cigarette butts was reflected in his eyes. The fire swayed, as if it had become the extinguishing fire that day.

He seemed to be a little too deeply into the play, and even remembered the memories of that day.

His master, who was also his adoptive father's master of writing, held Ge Wuchen's hand tightly with his old hands, his hands were dry and warm, covered with calluses and wrinkles. The strength of the master was so great that his fingers trembled and the back of his hand was stretched.

"Ge Wuchen," Master Wen said with tears in his eyes, and his voice sternly scolded him, "You burned this place, and when you burn it, run out, don't look back!"

At the time, Ge Wuchen was wrapped in fear and panic. He was like a lone boat in the waves. His whole body was cold, and he shivered: "Master..."

The two uncles behind him have already lost a pair of eyes because of divination. The second uncle who has always been rough-tempered clasped his other hand and said, "Not enough, this is not enough! No one here can stay, you Kill them in front of other people, kill them for others to see, kill them for fatalists, don’t you know?!"

"Uncle Master, I'm afraid..."

There are three other juniors in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion who brought the fast food with him.

They were about the same age as Ge Zhu, several years younger than Ge Wuchen, and the youngest was just thirteen. After hearing this, they wiped their tears, handed the dagger to Ge Wuchen's hand, turned around and ran out, "Brother, come on! Let's run to a place with people!"

The fire was hot and dazzling. Ge Wuchen's fire burned down, he still didn't listen to his master's words, and turned his head at the last moment.

At this glance, he saw the three masters and uncles who were watching him firmly in the flames. This scene of Ge Wuchen will never be forgotten.

"My three juniors are going to run in front of the other people in the Jokhang Temple, and let others see me killing the people at the Jokhang Temple and betraying Buddhism." Ge Wuchen laughed instead, "My three juniors unexpectedly accidentally I ran to Ge Zhu and them."

When Ge Wuchen killed someone in front of his younger brother, the youngest junior slammed into his ear and said, "Brother, I'm sorry..."

When they were killed by Ge Wuchen, their tone was relieved and guilty.

I'm sorry to let you do such a thing.

Sorry to let Ge Zhu see it.

...

Sorry brother, you will go on alone in the future.

Ge Wuchen suppressed these memories and said straightforwardly: "Do you know why the master let me burn the Buddhist scripture pavilion?"

Jiang Luo looked at him complicatedly, "Why."

Ge Wuchen smiled coldly in his eyes, "Because the method for destiny to become a **** is obtained from a certain book in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."