Chapter 8 Chapter Seven: Tibetan Buddhist Sutras

Professor Geng asked Gu Yi to stay in Jincheng and go through the relevant procedures for going to Mexico to participate in the forum.Ye Fan informed Jun Zhu of what happened that night and the content of the "ghost letter".Two bizarre deaths occurred within two days, causing great panic in the small border town. The leaders of the Municipal Party Committee and the Municipal Government and the Public Security Bureau attached great importance to this, and ordered the Criminal Police Brigade to solve the case within one month.The pressure on Zhu Jun was even greater. After receiving Ye Fan's call, he believed that the letter from Tibet was a useful clue to solve the case, so he organized a meeting of the criminal investigation team overnight. It is believed that only by deciphering these weird codes, the real murderer will surface.The meeting finally decided to send Zhu Jun and Ye Fan to the Tibetan area to find the sender and find the second half of the diary, so as to reveal the secrets hidden in those six strange words and the string of mysterious numbers, and find out the real culprit of the 12.8 bizarre death case.

In order to solve the case, Zhu Jun asked the bureau leader for permission to go to Tibet with the ring.The bureau leaders gave approval in consideration of the particularity of the case.But Zhu Jun and Ye Fan are required to protect the ring well, and there is no room for loss.Considering that Ye Fan is thoughtful and more suitable for guarding the ring, Zhu Jun asked him to carry it with him. Professor Geng made the itinerary for this trip to Tibet. They flew to Lhasa via Beijing, and then took a car in Lhasa to Zanda County. At noon the next day, they finally boarded the flight to Lhasa.

It was the first time for Ye Fan to go to the Tibetan area. He had longed for the ancient civilization and the legendary holy land. If he hadn't had a heavy responsibility, he would have been very excited.Ye Fan wiped his glasses and looked out of the window. In the blue sky, large white clouds kept passing by, and the thin air slowly shuttled through the clouds.He fixed his gaze on the clouds, those seemingly calm clouds hide terrifying thunder and lightning, and who can penetrate the clouds and see its true face?Just like these two bizarre deaths, can we clear the fog and find the answer?

Suddenly, Ye Fan seemed to see a beautiful face floating in the clouds, and a pair of bright black eyes were looking at him affectionately.He trembled suddenly, and thought to himself: "Is it Gu Yi? No, it's not Gu Yi, but that look is so similar to Gu Yi?" "Ye Fan, what are you looking at?" Jun Zhu patted his shoulder and said. Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, recovering from the strange hallucination, he didn't know how to answer for a moment. Zhu Jun smiled and said, "Are you planning your next novel?" Ye Fan shook his head and said, "Officer Zhu, do you like dogs?"

"Yes. When I was studying in the Criminal Police Academy, I once domesticated a hound." Jun Zhu paused for a moment before continuing, "Tibet has the greatest dog breed in the world—Tibetan Mastiff." Ye Fan said: "Yes! I hope that this trip to Tibet can witness the style of Tibetan mastiffs." Zhu Jun pondered for a while, and said: "The criminal police brigade once introduced purebred Tibetan mastiff cubs, but the mastiff, which was supposed to be extremely powerful, lost its original characteristics after growing up in the police station and became extremely docile. Compared with Binger, Labrador, etc., Tibetan Mastiff is not suitable as a police dog." Zhu Jun sighed and continued: "Later, we introduced an adult Tibetan Mastiff, but only three weeks later, that one The ferocious Tibetan Mastiff died suddenly, and the veterinarian failed to find out the real reason of its death, and since then, the Interpol team has never brought in a Tibetan Mastiff again.”

Professor Geng was leaning on his seat with his eyes closed, but after hearing their conversation, he slowly opened his eyes and said, "That adult Tibetan Mastiff was in a bad state of mind when he first arrived at the police force?" Zhu Jun said: "Yes, the trainer thought it might be caused by acclimatization or the exhaustion of the journey, and didn't pay much attention to it, but no one thought that a strong Tibetan mastiff would die suddenly." The professor said: "Jincheng is located in the hinterland of the Sanjiang Plain, and the oxygen content in the air is much higher than in Tibetan areas. The native species that grow in the plateau, including humans, are born with the ability to adapt to the low oxygen in the plateau. The red blood cells in the blood have a strong ability to dissolve and carry oxygen, and only in this way can the amount of oxygen needed by the body be met without causing chest tightness and breathing difficulties. The adult Tibetan Mastiff domesticated by the police force suddenly changed from the low oxygen level it had adapted to environment, when it comes to a high-oxygen environment that it is not suitable for, because it still has a high ability to dissolve and carry oxygen, in the process of lung and air exchange, the body dissolves more oxygen than needed, so, at least It will cause the Tibetan Mastiff's lungs to become congested and lack of energy, and after a long time it will cause the lungs to burst, leading to the sudden death of the Tibetan Mastiff."

Ye Fan looked at the professor in surprise, and said, "You...you know so much about Tibetan mastiffs, have you ever been to Tibet?" The professor sighed and turned his gaze out of the window. Ye Fan noticed that the professor's brows were furrowed, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, as if he was recalling a sad past. After dozens of seconds, the professor turned his head and said slowly, "I have worked in Tibetan areas for six years." Ye Fan started to study with the professor when he was young, and they talked about everything, but he was very surprised that he never heard the professor mention his experience of working in Tibet.Ye Fan recalled the sad look on the professor's face when he mentioned Tibet, and he couldn't help thinking to himself: "Could it be that the professor has something to hide?"

Zhu Jun also felt that the professor had a strange expression, but as a junior, it is not easy to ask some things directly. After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't help but said: "You...you encountered something unpleasant in Tibet?" After a long time, the professor let out a heavy breath and said, "That happened more than 30 years ago, so don't mention it!" Ye Fan finally understood why the professor suddenly showed a sad expression when he mentioned Tibet yesterday.Although the professor didn't say anything, it can be seen from the professor's expression that during the six years he worked in Tibet, some past events that he can't let go of must have happened.Ye Fan changed the subject and said, "Professor, are there many cars from Lhasa to Zanda County?"

The professor said: "As far as I know, there is no direct bus from Lhasa to Zanda, but it doesn't matter. I have a friend in Lhasa who can help us get a bus." Ye Fan said excitedly: "Great, we will be able to reach Zanda County soon." The professor shook his head and said: "Although Zanda County is not very far from Lhasa, the government has built roads, but the harsh natural environment in Tibet in winter will often cause snowstorms and avalanches, which will make the roads impossible to pass normally, and there are many things we cannot predict. Resistance, so whether you can reach Zanda County smoothly depends on luck."

Although Ye Fan has never been to Tibet, he seems to have felt that the trip to Tibet is full of difficulties and obstacles from the professor's words, but he firmly believes that he will be able to break through the obstacles and crack the code of death. Four hours later, the plane arrived at Lhasa Gonggar Airport. Ye Fan was the first to get off the plane, and a biting cold wind blew in his face. He tightened the zipper of his coat. In such a cold season, there are very few tourists entering Tibet, but there are still many hospitable Tibetan compatriots who greet the tourists A strip of pure white hada was presented. It is such a simple and pure white ribbon that brings the hearts of Tibetan people and Han tourists closer.

Professor Geng has not been to Tibet for more than 30 years, and suddenly he saw the familiar Khata again, heard the familiar Tibetan language echoing around him, and recalled the past thirty-six years ago, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart , he could no longer control the excitement in his heart, and the tepid tears slowly slid down the cheeks covered with years of vicissitudes. "Professor, what's wrong with you?" Ye Fan asked softly, holding the professor by his arm. The professor wiped his face, and said in a trembling voice: "For more than thirty years, I... I thought that I would never have the chance to go back to Tibet in this life, but I didn't expect... I..." After a long time, the professor sighed heavily and continued: "Let's go, my Tibetan friend is still waiting for us outside the airport." Just after walking out of the airport, a man in Tibetan costume walked over quickly. He was about forty years old, with a very burly figure, slender and resolute cheeks, a straight nose bridge, and bright eyes, but there was a deep scar on his forehead .When he saw Professor Geng walking out of the airport, his deep eyes like ancient wells filled with tears. When Professor Geng saw the middle-aged man, his body began to shake uncontrollably.When the man walked up to him, the professor choked up and said, "Long Sang...you...you have grown taller." The middle-aged man in front of him is the eldest son of Professor Geng's friend, Dorje Longsang, who is forty-six years old this year.When Professor Geng left Tibet, Longsang was still a child. If it weren't for the deep scar on his forehead, the professor might not have recognized the tall and mighty man in front of him as the thin and thin Dorje Longsang when he was a teenager.When Longsang was ten years old, he lived with his parents in a pastoral area. One night, sleeping Longsang suddenly heard the alarm message from his Tibetan mastiff. He immediately put on his clothes and followed his father to check outside the house.Longsang's father analyzed from the cry of the Tibetan mastiff that a ferocious beast might have entered the sheep pen. He walked in carefully with a shotgun, but after careful inspection, he found nothing abnormal.At this moment, he heard Longsang outside the sheep pen let out a miserable cry, he quickly turned his head, and by the bright moonlight, he found that Longsang had been thrown to the ground by a wild wolf, and there was still a man lying beside him. A young man covered in blood, he immediately shot and killed the ferocious wolf.Yes, this young man is Professor Geng. If it wasn't for the young Long Sang who rescued him in time, Professor Geng would have died long ago.Professor Geng was saved, but Long Sang left a scar forever on his forehead. Professor Geng stroked the scar on Longsang's forehead and said in Tibetan, "Longsang, you have grown up." Long Sang wiped the tears from his face, took out a pure white khata, put his trembling hands on the professor's shoulders, and said with a sob: "Uncle Geng, my father and I miss you very much. After more than thirty years, you finally came back. " Professor Geng asked: "I also miss you very much, but I am too busy with work and have not taken time to visit you." Professor Geng knew that he was lying, because only he knew the real reason why he had not come back for more than 30 years. Long Sang exchanged pleasantries with the professor for a while, and said, "Father has the flu and is being treated in the hospital, so he couldn't pick you up in person." He glanced at Ye Fan and Zhu Jun, then shifted his gaze to the professor's face, and asked: "These two are..." Professor Geng introduced their identities to Longsang, and briefly described the intention of this trip to Tibet.Long Sang offered khatas and sincere blessings to them in a friendly manner, and said, "You must be very tired after tossing and tossing all day. Go home and have a rest first." Professor Geng shook his head and said, "Let's go to the hospital first! I miss your father very much." Long Sang touched the scar on his forehead habitually, pointed to a black Land Rover in front of him and said, "Okay, let's get in the car first, and talk as we go." On the way, there was snowflakes in the sky, and the car drove smoothly on the road leading to the city.Ye Fan looked at the strange scenery outside the car window. Although his heart was troubled by many mysteries, he was involuntarily attracted by the unique scenery of Tibet.The majestic and tall mountains are continuous and criss-crossing, and some towering peaks go straight into the sky.The magnificent Yarlung Zangbo River is like a silver dragon, rushing out of the Himalayas. The combination of continuous peaks and endless rapids constitutes a magnificent and moving picture.At this moment, Ye Fan felt as if his soul had left his body, and he was running between the mountains and rivers to his heart's content. Excitement and enthusiasm filled the valley to his heart's content. The intense work in real life made his nerves tense. The mind grows weary with worldly skill and competition, and cannot remember how long ago such joyful feelings occurred.Perhaps, only Tibet can give him such an inexplicable excitement. On the highest plateau in the world, there are no secular intrigues, no bustling cities and tall buildings, only the purified air, holy like a fairy. Kamiyama. Through conversations with Longsang, Professor Geng learned that their family had already moved to Lhasa from the pastoral area. Longsang’s father opened a thangka shop in Lhasa. In recent years, there have been more and more tourists in Tibet, and the sales of thangkas have been very good. The Sang family lived a very prosperous life.Long Sang likes mountaineering very much. What he is particularly proud of is that he is one of the athletes who climbed to the top of Mount Everest with the Beijing Olympic torch. This year, Long Sang also founded a mountaineering school, where he gives lectures every morning. Soon, the car drove into the urban area of ​​Lhasa. The streets here are spacious and clean, and there are new-style buildings everywhere. It seems that this holy city with ancient civilization is slowly being swallowed up by modern atmosphere, which is somewhat different from the holy city Ye Fan imagined. . While chatting with Longsang, the professor recalled the past more than 30 years ago. At this time, Lhasa was completely unfamiliar to him. The once barren city has now completely transformed into a brand new city. thousand. Pointing to a temple in front of him, Longsang said proudly: "That is the famous Jokhang Temple, and further ahead is Bajiao Street. Most tourists to Lhasa want to buy some Tibetan-style products here." Ye Fan stared out of the car window intently. There are towering Tibetan-style buildings standing next to each other everywhere, with white walls and red roofs, looking magnificent.He took a deep breath and was completely stunned by the Jokhang Temple and the surrounding ancient buildings. The car drove slowly near Bajiao Street. Long Sang pointed out the car window and said, "This is the bustling Bajiao Street. There are many religious items along the street, such as bronze Buddha, prayer wheel, prayer flag, rosary, tribute incense, Pine and cypress branches, etc., as well as Tibetan handicrafts, such as Thangka paintings, handkerchiefs and Tibetan carpets, etc., as well as ethnic costumes, rich and colorful, everything you expect.” Just as Ye Fan and Zhu Jun were listening to Long Sang's introduction and looking at the novel objects outside the window, the car stopped suddenly. Long Sang pointed out the window to a thin man in black Tibetan clothing, and said emotionally: : "He... the thangka in his hand..." Without waiting for the professor and the others to answer, Long Sang quickly rushed out of the car and grabbed the man in black who was walking with a Thangka in his hand.The three of them also got out of the car, and Ye Fan looked at Long Sang suspiciously, not knowing why he was so excited. Long Sang's strength was too great, the man in black was pulled and staggered, almost fell to the ground.The man turned around, looked at Longsang nervously, and asked in Mandarin with a trembling voice, "You...why did you pull me?" Long Sang didn't answer, but stared solemnly at the beautifully crafted thangka in the man's hand. The dakini sat upright in it, exuding feminine vitality. The ghosts and demons under their feet and the characters around the screen have different expressions and are lifelike.The expression of each character is very clear, and the composition of hands, feet, and head supporting each other is so pleasing to the eye and kind. Long Sang has been studying Thangka for more than ten years. After looking at this Thangka carefully, he couldn't help being surprised, and secretly said: "This Thangka in the hands of the man in black, if I remember correctly, should belong to the collection of Tuolin Temple. How did it get into his hands? Could it be a high-quality counterfeit? However, judging from its depiction techniques and texture materials, even if it is a counterfeit, it should be worth a lot of money." Long Sang shifted his gaze to the man's face, and asked suspiciously, "Where did you get this thangka? Can you sell it to me?" The man heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at Longsang carefully: "Do you want to buy this thangka?" Long Sang nodded and said, "Of course, otherwise why would I hold you back?" The man looked at Longsang carefully again, then looked at the expensive car behind him, then smiled mysteriously, and said, "You are very discerning, come with me, I have something more precious, you see It’s going to be addictive.” "Something more precious?" Long Sang was a little anxious, grabbed the man's collar, and shouted, "What is it? Don't keep it!" The man in black was not angry, he tore off Long Sang's thick arm, and whispered something in his ear.After hearing this, Long Sang's face changed suddenly, and he asked anxiously, "Where is it? Take me there now." Just as Long Sang was about to leave with the man in black, Professor Geng stopped Long Sang and asked, "Where are you going with him?" Long Sang whispered: "Uncle Geng, I'm going to see something with him. You and these two friends wait for me in the car for a while, and I'll be back soon." Without waiting for the professor to answer, Long Sang turned and followed the black-clothed The man left quickly. Ye Fan walked up to the professor, looked at Long Sang's leaving back, and asked, "Professor, why did he follow that man?" The professor said: "The thangka in the man's hand just now is exquisite in workmanship and high-quality material. It must be very expensive. Judging from the man's mysterious appearance, maybe there are even more precious thangkas in his home, and Longsang is a thangka merchant. Of course he Hope to buy them." Looking at the bustling shops and pedestrians on both sides of the street, the professor said, "If we talk about business, Long Sang won't be back in a short time. Let's go to the shop and have a look." Ye Fan was a little angry, anyway, we are also guests from afar, the host shouldn't leave us just for a Thangka, not to mention we still have important responsibilities.But the professor was his elder, so he couldn't say much, so he followed the professor into a shop.Jun Zhu was not in the mood to go shopping and stayed in the car alone. When Ye Fan and the professor returned to the car, Long Sang hadn't come back yet, and they didn't know where Long Sang had gone?I had to wait quietly in the car.Half an hour later, Long Sang finally came back. His face was covered with sweat, his eyebrows and temples were covered with hoarfrost, and steam was constantly rising from his head. It was obvious that he must have rushed back. Long Sang closed the car door tightly, looked apologetically at Professor Geng who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, and panted, "Uncle Geng... I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long." Professor Geng said, "It's nothing, is everything settled?" Long Sang wiped his face, took out a black metal box from his arms and handed it to the professor, then started the car and said mysteriously: "Look at this box!" The professor took it over and carefully looked at the box in his hand. It looked bulky, but it was very light. It was about 30 centimeters long, 20 centimeters wide, and 5 centimeters high. The tentacles were smooth and delicate, without any engraved patterns. and text. Long Sang said: "Uncle Geng, you open the box." Professor Geng slowly opened the box, and a black scripture book slightly smaller in length and width than the box came into view. The professor gently opened the first page, and the golden scriptures appeared on the black paper. The paper is ingeniously integrated, as if it were a mural inlaid on a rock. Professor Geng, who has been engaged in text research for many years, found that these texts are not exactly the same as the current Tibetan language, which may be the predecessor of Tibetan language.He frowned, and thought to himself: "This is a manuscript copy of Tibetan Buddhist scriptures, it must be very precious!" Long Sang proudly said: "This is the handwritten copy of "Baoyun Jing". It is the only one in the world. You must be surprised, right?" Professor Geng was surprised. Although he is not a believer in Tibetan Buddhism, he still has some understanding of Tibetan Buddhism.At the beginning of the seventh century AD, Songtsen Gampo unified Tibet, established the Turpan Dynasty, introduced Buddhist thought from India, and translated many Buddhist scriptures, among which "Baoyun Sutra" is one of them.Professor Geng never dreamed that this Tibetan scripture spanning thousands of years was quietly lying in his palm at this moment. Professor Geng's hand holding the scripture trembled slightly. If this manuscript "Baoyun Jing" is auctioned in Beijing, it will cost at least tens of millions of yuan, and its cultural value cannot be measured by money.Professor Geng glanced at Long Sang and asked, "You must have spent a lot of money on this scripture, right?" Long Sang smiled triumphantly, and said, "The price is very cheap, I only spent one hundred thousand yuan." Professor Geng was even more puzzled. The man in black should know the value of this scripture. Why did he sell it at such a low price?He looked at the scriptures carefully again, judging from the gleaming golden text and the antiquity of the paper, it was definitely not a fake. Long Sang seemed to have read the professor's mind, and said slowly: "He found this scripture while robbing a tomb in Zanda County. Later, he accidentally leaked the news, and the gangsters have already targeted him. In order to save his life, he can only sell it at a low price." Professor Geng nodded and asked, "Long Sang, aren't you afraid that people from the underworld will find you?" Long Sang smiled and said, "I will hand it over to the Tibet Cultural Relics Bureau as soon as possible, unless they dare to go to the Cultural Relics Bureau to snatch it." At this moment, Jun Zhu whispered: "Have you noticed that there is a car following us." Long Sang became a little nervous, staring at the rearview mirror and asked, "Which one? What's the license plate?" Zhu Jun looked back and said, "AA223, the gray Toyota." Long Sang yelled: "Sit still." The car sped forward, and after turning a few turns, the gray Toyota car behind it disappeared, and they also arrived at the People's Hospital.Long Sang let out a long breath, looked back at Jun Zhu and asked, "How did you find out that Toyota was following us?" Jun Zhu unbuckled his seat belt, smiled and said, "Maybe it's because of occupational diseases!" Long Sang suddenly realized: "I remembered, you are a police officer, look at my memory..." Professor Geng put the Buddhist scriptures in a box, handed them to Long Sang and said, "Let's go and see your father, I miss him very much." Long Sang carefully stuffed the box into his arms and said, "Okay." Longsang’s father’s name is Tsering Danba, which means Buddhism and sacred religion in Tibetan. As the name suggests, Mr. Tsering has been a devout follower of Tibetan Buddhism since he was a child. He is five years older than Professor Geng. He is over seventy years old, but his body is still very strong. Yesterday, he received a call from the professor, and he was very excited when he learned that his Han friends, whom he hadn’t seen for more than 30 years, were coming to Tibet.Just as old man Tsering was preparing to meet the professor, he suddenly contracted a severe flu. Long Sang took his father's temperature and found that he had a high fever of thirty-nine degrees. Long Sang had to send his father to the hospital.After the doctor's treatment, Mr. Tsering's condition has been effectively controlled. At this moment, he is lying on the hospital bed anxiously waiting for Professor Geng's arrival. When Long Sang opened the door of the ward, Ye Fan saw an old man with white hair and beard lying quietly on the hospital bed. Although the vicissitudes of the years were written on his dark cheeks, his eyes were bright.When the old man saw Professor Geng walking in, his eyes began to moisten, and his lips trembled slightly: "Hongzhi...you...you are finally back." Professor Geng walked up to him quickly, held his arm, and slowly uttered five words after a long time: "It's been more than thirty years..." The two old men began to talk to each other. They had a lot to talk about, and they would not finish it even if they talked for three days and three nights.Mr. Tsering knew that Professor Geng had suffered a great blow during his work in Tibet. He would never have returned to Tibet if he hadn’t had important things to do. past.As soon as Professor Geng saw Tsering, he remembered the sad past that had plagued him all his life. He tried hard to control his emotions, and briefly introduced the purpose of his trip to Tibet to Tsering. Long Sang came over, interrupted their conversation impatiently, handed the box in his arms to his father, and said, "Look at this." While taking the box from Long Sang, old man Ciren said, "This box looks very special, it should be used to hold Buddhist scriptures." He slowly opened the box, his expression changed suddenly, and he asked tremblingly: " This is... the handwritten copy of the "Baoyun Jing", where did you get it?" "I bought it from a man on Bajiao Street." Long Sang briefly introduced what happened to the man in black on Bajiao Street today. Mr. Tsering sat up from the bed and carefully flipped through the slightly yellow scriptures. He seemed to have completely forgotten the existence of other people. Fu, the real thing... definitely the real thing." Long Sang stared at the golden scriptures, and couldn't help asking: "Are these words really written with gold and silver juice?" Tsering's eyes were still fixed on the scriptures, his fingers were gently stroking the scriptures, and he said slowly: "There is such a mysterious legend. It is said that Western Tibet is known as the 'Land of Gold' in history, which is also the location of the Guge Kingdom. There are gold mines in all the valleys, and the ancient kings of Guge have greatly promoted Buddhism, and many nobles and eminent monks heated gold and silver to a liquid state and used them as ink to write scriptures." He carefully opened the next page of the scriptures and continued: " However, that was just a legend, I didn't expect..." Suddenly, Mr. Tsering's hand holding the scriptures began to tremble unceasingly, and his trembling fingers pointed to a map on the last page of the scriptures, and said excitedly: "Could it be that the legendary Guge secret treasure really exists?" Long Sang found that his father, who was usually very calm when he was in trouble, was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic today. Could it be that there is really a Guge secret treasure hidden in this Tibetan Buddhist scripture?He moved his eyes to the page his father was pointing to, which was a two-dimensional architectural drawing, which looked more like a maze from the overall picture. Professor Geng looked at the atlas. During the six years of living in Tibet, he also heard some lamas mention the legend of the Guge secret treasure. Many Chinese and foreign archaeologists have also investigated near the ruins of the Guge Dynasty, but they have never found the legend. Secrets in .The professor had many questions in his mind, so he asked, "Brother Danba, does the Guge secret treasure really exist?" Grandpa Tsering lowered his head and pondered for a while, calmed down a little, and said firmly, "Based on my experience, this scripture is definitely not a fake. Since the map is marked on the scripture, then this secret treasure should exist." Professor Geng was a little puzzled, why is there a map of secret treasures in Buddhist scriptures?This sounds unbelievable. Old Master Tsering seemed to see through his thoughts, and said: "In the early days of the Guge Dynasty, in view of the painful lesson of the extermination of Buddhism by Lang Dama (the king of the Tubo Dynasty), King Guge ordered the great prosperity of Buddhism. Under that historical background, Highly respected Buddhist masters will be respected by the king, and they will have a high political status, so it is not surprising that there are 'state secrets' in Buddhist scriptures." Zhu Jun couldn't understand what they were talking about at all, but he knew that Tibet was a region with an ancient civilization, and there were many mysterious legends that he had never heard of.But he is not particularly interested in these, he is more concerned about how to decipher the code of death as soon as possible.He glanced at Ye Fan beside him, and found that he was staring intently at the map on the scriptures. The old man Tsering looked around and continued: "The mysterious Guge Dynasty disappeared in history overnight, leaving only those ancient city ruins and countless cultural and artistic treasures that recorded the splendor of Guge, which we have no way to verify. Why did such a great dynasty suddenly disappear overnight, and where did the Guge people go? There are various versions of legends circulating in Tibetan areas. Some say it was destroyed by war, while others say it was destroyed by diseases and plagues... Now that we have this map, we may be able to find the legendary secret treasure, and thus solve the mystery of Guge's disappearance that has been hidden for nearly four hundred years." The old man Tsering had a doubt, this Tibetan Buddhist scripture is so precious, wouldn’t it be a bit foolish for the man in black to sell the scripture rashly? Thinking of this, he asked: “The man in black didn’t see that there is something hidden in the scripture? Treasure?" Long Sang carefully recalled the process of buying scriptures, and said: "The man in black communicated with me in Mandarin from the beginning to the end, and he spoke Mandarin very fluently. It can be judged that he must be from the Han nationality. This "Baoyun Sutra" is a He robbed the tomb in Zanda County, and the gangsters were after him. In order to save his life, he sold the scriptures at a low price. I think, if he knew that there was a huge treasure hidden in this scripture, he would never Sold it to me." The professor looked at Longsang and asked, "You mean, he knows very little about Tibetan culture, so he didn't even think that there are ancient secret treasures hidden in the scriptures." Long Sang nodded and said: "Yes, he only knows that this scripture is very precious, but he may not understand the map in the scripture." Old Master Ciren put the scriptures in the box, then handed them to Longsang, and said, "Professor Geng is going to Zanda County to do an important matter. You are familiar with it, so you can drive them there, and ask about ancient scriptures by the way. Information about Ge’s Secret Collection.” He took out paper and pen, wrote a letter, handed it to Longsang, and said, “When you encounter a problem, you should go to this person. He is the Lama Ciping of Tuolin Monastery. He has a deep personal relationship with me, and he will help you." After bidding farewell to Tsering, Professor Geng and his party took Longsang's car, left the holy city of Lhasa, and headed towards Zanda County.In the car, the professor simply repeated the words of old man Tsering, and Ye Fan and Zhu Jun's mood became heavier. Ye Fan looked at the towering mountains outside the car window, recalling those six strange characters, and countless mysteries arose in his heart.Tashi, a student of the professor, once discovered six strange characters and a series of mysterious numbers on the murals of the secret passage in the Guge site. It points to Zanda, a small town in western Tibet that is sparsely populated. So, can our trip to Tibet uncover an unknown secret shrouded in historical fog and death codes?Suddenly, Ye Fan felt that the responsibility on his shoulders was too heavy. The snow outside the car window was getting bigger and bigger, and the wind blowing from the valley blew the snow flying all over the sky. Gradually, Ye Fan's vision became blurred. He could only see things within a dozen meters, and the mountains and rivers farther away were completely submerged. in the snow.Reluctantly, he moved his eyes to the car. Although he felt a little tired physically, his soul seemed to be attracted by some mysterious factor. He couldn't help touching the ring on his finger. The temperature of the skin of his finger didn't seem to be transmitted to Inside its body, its tentacles are still cold and greasy.Ye Fan lowered his head slowly, and the faint blue ring was peeping at him like the eyes of a ghost. Ye Fan sighed and said in his heart: "That night, you witnessed the whole process of Professor Li's death with your own eyes. If you really have life, please tell me the answer." Ye Fan thought of the terrified expression of the North Korean laborer before he died. What made him feel terrified?Why did the other ring mysteriously disappear after Park Zhijun's death?Where did it go?What secrets are hidden behind the two deaths?The professor's student Zhaxi found the same six characters and a string of numbers in the secret passage of the Guge ruins as on the ring. So, what is the connection between the Guge Dynasty and the ring? Jun Zhu patted his shoulder and asked with concern: "Ye Fan, what are you thinking?" Ye Fan came back to his senses, smiled wryly, and said, "I always think this ring is a bit weird." Zhu Jun glanced at the ring and said, "No matter how weird it is, we will eventually find out the truth of the whole incident." Jun Zhu glanced at his watch, the pointer indicated 4:30 in the afternoon, and he looked out the window again. Although the snow was falling heavily and his vision was poor, the sky was still bright. It's half past one, and it's not dark yet." Professor Geng said: "The time difference between Tibet and Jincheng should be about two hours, so the sun sets a little later here." Jun Zhu smiled awkwardly, and asked again: "How long will it take for us to arrive in Zanda County?" Professor Geng said: "It's hard to say, Tibet's special geographical environment, unexpected things will happen at any time, it depends on our luck." Due to the wind and snow, the road was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and his vision was very blurred. For the sake of driving safety, Long Sang had to slow down the speed. "Am I motion sick? Why do I feel so dizzy?" Ye Fan suddenly felt a little dizzy. "It's not motion sickness, it's probably acute altitude sickness." Long Sang paused for a moment, and continued: "People who first arrived in Tibetan areas will have mild or severe altitude sickness. Judging from your current symptoms, it shouldn't be serious. , take some medicine and you will be fine." "Why don't we have this symptom?" Jun Zhu asked the professor. Professor Geng replied: "Perhaps your good physical fitness reduces the possibility of altitude sickness. I have lived in Tibetan areas for six years and I am very comfortable with the environment here, but Ye Fan has never been to Tibetan areas. Lack of exercise, so you're more prone to altitude sickness." Jun Zhu nodded. Just as he was about to ask the professor some general knowledge about traveling in Tibet, he heard Long Sang shouting loudly: "Look, there is a car in front that has slipped into the valley." Through the windshield, Zhu Jun found a white van lying on its side in the valley in the distance. The instinct endowed by his profession made him feel that this was not a simple car accident, so he said to Long Sang, "Stop quickly, I'll go down and take a look." .” Following the traces of the van being run over, Zhu Jun was the first to rush down. He ran to the front of the car. Because the car was lying on its side and the brown windshield was covered with frost and snow, he couldn't see what was going on inside the car. , and shouted loudly: "Owner, are you injured?" 龙桑和叶凡相继赶来，当叶凡听到朱骏的喊声后，也高声呼喊起来。龙桑打断他们，对朱骏道：“也许这辆车滑下山坡很久了，车主早已离开了。” 朱骏仔细地环视了一圈，道：“这辆面包车出事的时间不会超过二十分钟，车主一定还在车内。”他抖掉身上的雪，继续道：“你们看，这么大的雪，二十分钟内足以将车辙掩盖，现在车辙虽有些模糊，但仍然可以分辨。如果车主离开了，也应该会留下脚印，而车周围除了我们的脚印外，再没有任何印记了。” 龙桑敬佩地点点头，道：“那我们快救人吧！”他脱掉外衣，快步走到车前，做好掀车的动作，只听见“嘎嘎……”一连串的声音，一吨多重的面包车居然缓缓地动了起来。叶凡和朱骏吃惊地望着龙桑那健壮如牦牛一般的身体，不由得自叹不如。 龙桑用尽了全力，额头青筋根根凸显，特别是疤痕处的青筋更加明显，他一边用力向上掀，一边高声吼道：“快，快来帮忙！” 朱骏和叶凡冲了过去，随着车胎着地的一声巨响，三个人完成了一个几乎不可能完成的任务。龙桑顾不得擦汗，用力拉开了车门，一股浓重的血腥味扑面而来，他屏住了呼吸，却被眼前的景象惊呆了，身体不由自主地向后退了一步。 一个身穿黑衣的男子靠在副驾驶的位置，脸上布满了殷红的血迹，一双眼睛已被挖去，眼眶上沾满了黑色的粘稠物，嘴里塞着一个血红的麻布团子，颈部有一条深深地刀痕，仍有血液缓缓渗出。 哇哇……，龙桑听到叶凡呕吐的声音从背后传来，他也从未见过如此恶心景象，胃部开始不停地翻滚起来，那些没有完全消化的食物沿着食管迅速上移，他深吸了一口气，强行压了下去。 这时，耿教授从走了过来，搀扶着他问道：“你怎么吐了？” 叶凡又吐了几大口，缓缓站起身，惊恐地指着面包车，有气无力地道：“教授，是……是在八角街遇到的那个黑衣男子，他……他死得很惨。” 耿教授走到面包车前，看到了恐怖的一幕，他强忍内心的惊恐，对龙桑道：“这究竟是怎么回事，他是被谁杀死的？” 龙桑狠狠地道：“一定是黑道上的人干的，他们太残忍了。”他深吸了一口气，指着黑衣男子的尸体继续道：“我分析，黑道上的人抓到他后，在身上搜不到经书，一定会严刑逼问，那两颗挖掉的眼珠就是最好的证物。” 耿教授脸上掠过一丝恐惧，紧张道：“这么说，我们有可能已经暴露了。” 龙桑略微沉思了一会儿，道：“在拉萨市区的时候，他们就派车跟踪了我们，多亏朱警官及时发现，我们才能逃脱，也许那时他们还不确定我们手中是否有经书，但此刻，他们一定知道经书就在我们手中。” 朱骏是一名警官，他清楚自己有义务保护好凶杀现场，等待警局的支援，不过，他更清楚自己有更加重要的人物在身，于是对龙桑问道：“这里属于拉萨管辖吗？” “这里已经不属于拉萨管辖，我们已经到了日喀则地区，距离日喀则市还有十五公里左右。”龙桑望着远处连绵陡峭的山峦，道：“朱警官，我们天黑之前必须到达日喀则市，否则非常危险。” 朱骏点点头，道：“我不懂藏语，你打电话报警吧，说明案件发生的地点和现场状况。” 叶凡头晕目眩，身体疲惫到了极点，他甚至无法正常站立，只好靠在面包车上。朱骏走过来，拍了拍肩膀，道：“我背你回车里吧！” 叶凡不想让朱骏背，但致命的高原反应让他使不出一点力气，还有刚才那恶心的一幕，他已将身体内残存的最后一点能量吐了出去，叶凡苦笑着点点头，让朱骏将他背回了车里。过了一会儿，龙桑回到车里，他向朱骏点点头，示意已经报警了，可以继续前进了。 龙桑启动汽车，乘着雪色缓缓前行。 叶凡太疲惫了，他靠在朱骏的肩膀上，眼皮就像是挂着铅块一般沉重，很快就昏昏欲睡了。 龙桑对朱骏刚才的判断非常敬佩，幸亏他发现黑衣男子死于车中，这样，他们就可以做好充足的准备去应对黑道的追击，不过，他心中仍有一个疑问：“朱警官，你刚才说面包车周围没有任何印记？那凶手杀人后是如何离开现场的呢？难道他们插着翅膀飞出去的吗？” 朱骏道：“凶手根本就不曾到过山谷中。” 龙桑摸了摸额头的疤痕，恍然大悟道：“面包车滑入山谷前黑衣男子就已经被杀死了，凶手启动汽车后又跳下了汽车，让面包车自行滑到了山谷里？” “对。”朱骏看了一眼靠在身边疲惫不堪的叶凡，然后脱下自己的外衣披在他身上，对教授道：“叶凡的高原反应太强了，我怕他身体吃不消。” 耿教授叹了一口气，道：“是呀！他病情很重，必须立刻就医。” 龙桑道：“很快就到日喀则市了，我们先送他去医院。”他顿了一下，继续道：“在八角街的时候，黑道的人曾跟踪过我们，开这辆车去札达很容易暴露，到日喀则后，我找朋友换辆车。” 就在这时，三辆警车鸣着警笛从他们身边驶过。朱骏望着驶过的警车，对龙桑道：“藏区的警察出警速度很快嘛！” 龙桑点点头，脸上浮现出一丝得意的笑容。 汽车驶入日喀则市，西藏的第二大城镇，这是一座历史悠久的古城，日喀则的藏族人世世代代繁衍生息在这片土地上。时代的发展改变着日喀则人的传统观念，但他们依然保留着沿袭千年的生活方式。 龙桑一边开车，一边向他们介绍西藏神秘的文化：“神灵在我们藏族人的生活中具有主宰地位，千百年来，我们始终认为树木、花草、动物、河流、山川等世间万物皆有灵，人就更离不开各类神灵的保护。既然神灵鬼怪无处不在，无时不有，那么在人与它们的沟通中，就需要媒介，从而把人们的敬重、祈求和愿望传递出去。在西藏，这个媒介就是法师。” 龙桑回头看了一眼昏迷不醒的叶凡，继续道：“我朋友叫次成格列，是一位著名的法师。他为人决断疑难，驱赶邪魔，治疗疾病，能在神人之间进行沟通，在日喀则地区颇具声望。” 朱骏疑惑地问道：“龙桑，你不会是想让法师给他看病吧？” 龙桑点点头，自豪地道：“我的这位朋友非常了不起，他一定会治好叶凡的病。” 朱骏还想继续争论，但却发现耿教授似乎对这件事儿也很支持。朱骏只好笑了笑道：“既然耿教授不反对，我也无话好说。” 汽车驶到次成的住处时，天色已经暗了下来。这是一个座落在城边的大房子，房子周围被高高的石头墙包围成一个很大的院子，院子的正面是一扇木质大门，门梁上雕刻着五颜六色的图案，洋溢着幸福、吉祥、热烈的气氛。龙桑从车上下来，用力地叩响木门，高声喊道：“次成法师，我是龙桑，快开门。” 稍许，院子里传来一阵急促的脚步声，紧接着铁门打开了，一个身材略胖，一身黄衣藏装的中年男子面带笑容地走了出来。 龙桑向次成法师简短地介绍了远道而来的朱骏和耿教授，然后立刻把叶凡的病情告诉了他。次成检查后，脸上浮现出一丝忧虑，对龙桑道：“他病情很重，快背他到屋里。” 次成法师的院子很大，北面有一座二层楼房，西侧是车库。龙桑对这里很熟悉，他背着叶凡健步如飞地向二层楼房走去。次成给叶凡找了二楼一间宽敞的卧室，仔细查看过他的病情后，给他服下三粒黑色的药丸。 次成看着昏昏欲睡的叶凡，皱着眉头对龙桑道：“幽魂附着了他的身体，必须尽快给他作法事，驱除幽魂，否则会有生命危险。” 朱骏有些不悦，他知道叶凡患的是高原反应，但次成却说他幽魂附体，这不是迷信思想吗？他想与次成争辩一番，但却被耿教授拦住了。 龙桑并没有注意到朱骏的情绪变化，他焦急地对次成道：“那还等什么，快给我远道而来的朋友治疗啊！” 次成法师摸了摸叶凡滚烫的额头，道：“我给他服了三粒藏药，可以暂时缓解痛苦。”次成继续道：“我去准备做法事用的器具，你们也离开房间让他单独休息一会儿吧！” 朱骏准备阻止次成法师荒诞的作法，但看到耿教授完全信任的表情时，他也不好在说什么。耿教授拍了拍朱骏的肩膀，小声道：“西藏有太多神秘的东西，相信我，叶凡不会有事的。” 耿教授等人走后，卧室内只剩下叶凡一个人。房间内异常安静，窗外射进微弱的光线，他那张苍白的脸依稀可辨。 叶凡翻动了一下身体，眼睛虽然闭着，意识也处于恍惚中，但他的鼻翼却轻轻地抽动了一下，蓦地，一股诡异的幽香钻进鼻孔，从咽喉直涌入腹腔里。这个香味很熟悉，似乎在什么地方闻到过。诡异的幽香味唤醒了他的味觉，同时也唤醒了他沉睡的大脑。 叶凡缓缓地睁开了双眼，这是一个昏暗而陌生的房间，但却出现了熟悉的香味，这个香味……他身体剧烈地抖动着，瞪大了双眼，借着昏暗的光线，他看到一个白衣女子的背影静静地站在窗前，乌黑的头发如瀑布一般倾泻下来，白衣包裹着的妖娆身体散发着神秘的诱惑。但此刻，叶凡却感觉到一股莫名的惊恐。 “你……你是谁？”叶凡终于无法控制内心的恐惧，颤抖着声音喊了出来。 白衣女子没有任何反应，依旧静静地站在窗边。 昏暗的房间内死一般的沉寂！ 叶凡能感觉到心脏在猛烈地跳动着，仿佛身体内全部的血液都融汇到了心脏里，一股股强大的血压从心脏传出，压得他几乎透不过气。他拼尽全力深吸了一口气，努力控制内心的恐惧，从床上下来，缓缓地向白衣女子走去…… 次成法师准备好了各种法器，将酥油和糌粑混合在一起弄成许多怪异的形状，然后端着这些法器来到了叶凡房间的门前。耿教授他们也紧跟在次成身后，希望能目睹次成法师作法的神奇一幕。 当次成法师推开了门，屋内的一幕令所有的人都惊呆了。叶凡站在窗边，苍白的脸上布满了汗水，眼睛盯着手指上的戒指，喃喃自语。 朱骏觉得叶凡的举动十分怪异，他准备上前询问，但却被教授拦住了。教授轻声道：“别急，再观察一下。” 叶凡就像没看到他们似的，依旧静静地站在窗边喃喃自语，过了一会儿，他从手上摘下戒指，缓缓地走向墙边，用那枚蓝色的戒指，在墙上书写起来。 当他写完第一个字的时候，教授和朱骏同时想到了死去的李教授和朝鲜劳工朴志军，不由得惊出了一身冷汗。朱骏迅速冲了上去，拉住叶凡高声吼道：“叶凡，你在做什么？” 叶凡转过身，用哀怨的眼神盯着朱骏。 次成法师迅速打开了卧室的灯，洁白的光射在叶凡苍白的脸上，就在这一瞬间，叶凡身体瘫软地向后倒去。 朱骏立刻扶着他躺在床上，他又进入了昏昏欲睡的状态。龙桑看着憔悴不堪的汉族朋友，心中非常难过，催促次成立刻治疗。 次成法师将一尊小佛像、几盏酥油灯、贡品等摆放在一张色彩鲜艳的供桌上，又在屋内检查了一圈，就盘腿坐在供桌附近，一边轻声念叨着经文，一边敲响锣鼓，怒目金刚护法神和几位活佛的照片从中间的房梁上俯视着盘腿而坐的次成法师…… 大约一个小时后，次成法师站起来，将几个红色的东西递给龙桑和朱骏道：“你们把这些'鲁'放到房顶上。” 朱骏跟着龙桑走到屋外，指着手中红色的东西问道：“龙桑大哥，这是什么？又为什么要将它们放到屋顶呢？” 龙桑道：“这些叫'鲁'，次成法师将附着在叶凡身上的幽魂赶到了'鲁'上，再把它们放在高高的屋顶上幽魂就会远离叶凡。” 朱骏点点头，他根本就不相信次成法师驱魔一说，但他希望叶凡真的能奇迹般恢复过来。当朱骏和龙桑回到屋内的时候，次成已经离开了，耿教授站在墙吧边盯着叶凡一个小时前写下的一个文字。朱骏走到教授身边，压低声音问道：“如果我们不阻止，他会不会把那六个文字都写在墙上，然后就……” 耿教授身体轻微抖动了一下，深吸了一口气，道：“幸亏我们发现的及时，否则后果不堪设想。” 朱骏道：“叶凡刚才看我的眼神很奇怪，你注意到了吗？” 耿教授点头道：“希望他平安无事。”教授走到叶凡床边坐下，抚摸着他憔悴的脸，心中默默祝福道：“孩子，你一定会好起来的。” 次日清晨，雪停了，太阳从喜马拉雅山脉升起，照耀在西藏这片圣洁的土地上。西藏的平均海拔在四千米左右，昼夜温差很大，太阳出来后温度有了明显上升，暴露在阳光下的积雪开始融化。 清晨温暖的阳光射进卧室，照在叶凡那张俊朗而略带憔悴的脸上。他缓缓睁开双眼，环视着整个屋子，一件件式样布局合理，图案千姿百态，色彩鲜艳明快的藏桌、藏柜，以及雕花的门楼窗梁映入眼帘，他立刻被这些雕花镂卉、富丽堂皇的藏式家具深深地吸引住。 耿教授非常担心叶凡的病情，几乎彻夜难眠，每隔一段时间就会到他房间查看一下。清晨，耿教授再次推开房门，发现叶凡已经起床，借着窗外的光线，看到他脸色已经基本恢复。 “教授，我们这是在什么地方？”叶凡站起身，对教授问道。 耿教授先是愣了一下，然后走过去盯着他仔细看了一会儿，道：“这是龙桑的朋友家。” 叶凡觉得教授的眼神怪怪的，于是道：“为什么这样看我？” “没……没什么。”教授知道叶凡已经完全恢复正常了，犹豫了一下，道：“你还记得昨天发生的事吗？” 叶凡皱着眉头想了想，干呕了一声，道：“我记得面包车上那个黑衣男子，被挖去了眼珠，死的很惨……” “后来呢？你还记得吗？” 叶凡摇摇头，喃喃道：“后来……我被朱骏背上了车，再后来……”叶凡脸上浮现出痛苦的表情，双手抓着头发，颤抖着声音道：“我……我做了一个噩梦。” 教授脸色变了一下，道：“能说说你梦中的情景吗？” “我……我梦到了一个妖娆如仙女般的白衣背影，我情不自禁地走到她身后，就在我试图和她交流时，我听到了一阵奇怪的音乐，不……不是音乐，而是幽灵般的哭声……”叶凡紧张得抓紧了教授的胳膊。 教授安慰了他几句，继续道：“后来你又看到了什么？” 叶凡小心翼翼地在房间内环视了一圈，最后视线停在教授的脸上，道：“后来……我听到了战马嘶叫和兵器撞击的声音，紧接着，凄惨的呻吟声将我包围起来……我看到了血腥的一幕，在一座古老的城堡前，无数士兵和百姓倒在了血泊中，他们的头全部被割去，只留下僵硬沾满血迹的尸体。就在我完全被恐惧包围时，我又看到数百名骑兵在追赶一辆贵族马车，马车上坐着一位高贵的白衣女子和衣装奇特的青年男子，但我却看不清他们的容貌。” 教授追问道：“接下来呢？” 叶凡抹了一把脸，道：“没有了，再后来我就醒了。” 教授心道：“看来，他根本不记得昨晚发生的事。” 朱骏、龙桑和次成法师走进房间，看到叶凡已经苏醒，他们都非常高兴，朱骏由衷地对次成法师产生了尊敬，也不由得对西藏神秘文化产生了崇拜之情。 耿教授看了一眼对面墙的那个字，心道：“为什么叶凡记不得自己昨晚写下了这个字呢？难道他是被某种神秘力量的操控下写的这个字吗？那个神秘力量究竟是什么？” “教授，你在看什么？”叶凡问道。 耿教授犹豫了一下，然后指着墙上的文字，道：“这是你昨晚写的字，还记得吗？” 叶凡惊诧地盯着教授，稍许，他将视线定格在文字上，疑惑道：“这……这真是我写的吗？怎么和死亡现场的字一模一样？” 耿教授知道叶凡大病初愈，不应该受到过多的刺激，安慰道：“你太累了，每天都想着尽快找出破译古怪的文字和数字，而且你昨晚又发高烧，所以导致出现了梦游症状。放松点，别想那么多。” 耿教授虽然这样说，但他心里却很明白，著名的心理分析师佛洛依德曾说过，人在某种特定的情况下，潜意识里的神秘能量会控制大脑，支配身体做出匪夷所思的事情，而控制叶凡潜意识的神秘能量究竟是什么呢？ 次成法师走过来，递给叶凡一个开光的护身符，道：“把它带在身上，会保佑你平安无事的。” 吃过早饭，告别了次成法师，龙桑他们一行四人开着次成的宝马越野车向札达县城驶去。 临行前，次成法师还送给了叶凡一瓶藏药，并嘱咐他，一旦再出现高原反应，就立刻服用一粒，这样能缓解症状，减轻痛苦。但叶凡感觉自己的身体状态好多了，浑身充满了力气，甚至比以往的精神状态都要好。 汽车驶到年楚河大桥上，前方出现了一串串五彩缤纷的小旗，它们或横或竖，或因势插挂，随风张扬、猎猎飘动。龙桑突然停住汽车，道：“下车，我们去祭山神。”话音刚落，龙桑率先推开车门。 朱骏和叶凡同时看向教授。教授神秘地笑了笑，一边推开车门，一边道：“路过山口和桥梁祭神灵，是藏族人旅途中必须要做的事情。当长途跋涉的藏族人每翻过一座大山和桥梁时，都会下车，振奋地高呼吉祥颂词，向空中抛撒一种印有宝马驮经的五彩小纸片，藏族人称'风马'，藏语称'隆达'，并偎桑致意，以示向山神、天神、水神的敬畏和祭祀。” 他们紧跟着龙桑，走到五彩旗边。教授指着五彩旗，轻声对叶凡和朱骏道：“这上面印有一身驮三宝的骏马、陀罗尼咒语、观音六字神咒、佛教经文箴言及各种图纹佛像，它们会保佑过往的行人一路平安。” 龙桑系好经幡，默默祈祷了一会儿，然后塞给他们一些印有经文和图案的小纸片，严肃地道：“把它们抛到空中，风就会将我们的祈愿带给山神，保佑我们一路平安、吉祥顺利。” 他们学着龙桑的样子，将手中五彩缤纷的纸片抛向了空中。祭祀山神结束了，龙桑启动汽车，在山神的庇佑下，向终点札达出发了。 叶凡望着身后迎风招展的经幡和漫天飞舞的“隆达”，它们像道道彩虹装点着圣洁的雪域高原，像片片五彩雪花撒播着藏族特有的精神风韵。叶凡心中暗道：“希望神灵保佑我们尽快到达札达县城，找出那个神秘的寄信人，找到下半部分日记，从而破译死亡密码。”