Chapter 3 Chapter 1 The Adventures of the Mountain Climbers

The lighting in the living room is soft. The furnishings in this living room can be divided into three categories: many large cushions, various wine bottles and wine utensils, and books.All the cushions, wine, and books were piled up in a disorderly manner, and the people in the living room were also sitting on the cushions, leaning against the cushions, or lying on the cushions in a disorderly manner, and everyone had wine in their hands.The aromas of various wines evaporated, forming a strange intoxicating aroma. The owner of this living room is fond of wine. He often said: If the person who comes to me is sensitive to alcohol and cannot drink at all, then the smell of wine in the air can also make him faint.

The owner of this living room is called Bupin. The name Buppin will make people misunderstand that he is a Westerner.He is a native of Yunnan Province, China. His surname is Bu and his single name is Ping.Yunnan Province is a region with the largest number of ethnic minorities in China. There are many names of ethnic minorities, and only experts can name them.All of Bupin’s friends don’t know which ethnicity he is, but he insists that he is a Han Chinese, and that his ancestors fled southward to escape the Mongols’ invasion of the south, and finally fled to Yunnan. , before settling down. There are too many such legends in Chinese history, and no one will delve into them. Buping likes to think that he is a Han Chinese, and no one will research his real family background.All his friends call him "the master of the living room", because his whole residence is the living room, and there is no bedroom at all. If friends like to stay at his house, they can sleep on those cushions, and he himself Same.

Bupin's occupation is quite unpopular, but everyone will be familiar with it: Bupin is a mountain climber. It was the first time I knew that he was climbing mountains as a career. I was quite surprised. I didn't know how a person can make a living by climbing mountains.But later I learned that like Bupin, mountain climbing has become an expert, and he can live a very comfortable life. In countries near the Alps in Switzerland, France, and Italy, Bupin serves as a consultant and coach for a total of 23 groups of mountaineering enthusiasts, and he is also a professor at the Swiss Mountaineering Training School.He is required to participate in almost half of the major mountain climbing operations. As a guide, these positions allow him to get quite a huge amount of remuneration.

The first time I met him, he was throwing a tantrum at a tycoon-type guy who seemed perfectly respectable: "I'm a mountain climber, not a mountain climber. Climb, not climb! I punch you and you know what It’s climbing. I climb mountains, only mountains, not hills. What is a mountain? Let me tell you, there are no trees on it, only rocks are mountains, and hills with green trees are for people to play. , not for people to climb!" The tycoon-type character blinked wildly after being taught by him, and couldn't get off the stage, but he ignored him and walked away proudly.I admire his seriousness and dedication to his career.

At that time, I walked over and introduced myself: "So, according to your opinion, none of China's five mountains can be regarded as mountains?" Bupin laughed "hehe": "That's where poets and poets look at the scenery for inspiration, and I'm a mountain climber." I shrugged: "Mountain climbers, also have a purpose?" At that time, as soon as I said the words, I knew that I was really stupid to ask, and he immediately answered according to the answer I thought of when I asked: "Of course, the purpose of mountain climbers is to climb up the mountain."

After he spoke, he burst out laughing, and I laughed too.We get to know it. The two of us are running around the world, rarely staying in one place at a fixed time, and there are not many opportunities to meet each other.I learned his news and whereabouts, mostly in sports magazines, and he relied on his friends' narratives to know my developments.Because there are few opportunities to meet each other, when he asked me to go to his "living room", I readily accepted the appointment. There were a lot of visitors in the "living room", I didn't count them in detail, but there were at least twenty of them. It seemed that there were all kinds of people, and there were even people in strange clothes who had their hair shaved off, and a man in a long gown who looked dignified. Sir, it's very nondescript.

I arrived late, and when I entered the living room, Boupin was talking loudly, and when he saw me coming in, he waved his hand to me.I didn’t know anyone, and I was happy to be quiet. I didn’t want to disturb his speech. I made a glass of good wine by myself, found two soft cushions, stacked them, and leaned on them. In front of a large pile of books, Sitting down, he picked up a book and flipped through it. While I was flipping through the book, I also listened to Bupin talk, and after a few minutes, I knew I wouldn't be interested, because he was telling everyone about his climbing Everest.

Mount Everest is Mount Everest, the highest peak in the world, and the first wish of all mountain climbers.Therefore, every person who has climbed Mount Everest will write a "climbing record" tirelessly, coupled with various documentaries, making climbing Mount Everest no longer novel and mysterious. Although Bupin is an expert in mountain climbing, he can't make a second Mount Everest, so listening to him talk about the climbing process is very boring.But the book I picked up by chance was about some rare insects, which I was so interested in, so I didn't pay attention to Buppin's speech at all, but heard his voice constantly.

Then, he suddenly raised his voice and asked, "What's your opinion?" I still didn't care, I was still reading, and Bupin's voice was higher: "Wesley, what's your opinion?" That's when I realized that he was asking me.I turned my head and found that all the people were looking at me. I stretched my waist and said, "I'm sorry, Buppin, I didn't hear what you were talking about." Bupin was stunned for a while, looking a little annoyed. He was not very tall, but he was as solid as a stone statue.There was no trace of excess fat in his body, his complexion was dark brown, his face was rather long, with thick eyebrows and a high nose. At that time he was as angry as a child.

He waved his hands: "Oh, when did you learn to listen carefully to people's speech?" Not to be outdone, I said, "That depends on what that person is talking about. I have heard too much about climbing Mount Everest." Before Bupin could answer, someone screamed, "My God, you didn't listen to Bupin's story about his adventures at the Samboge Lama Temple." I hate people who make a fuss at every turn.I didn't even bother to look in the direction of the sound.He deliberately opened his mouth wide, yawned loudly, put down the book in his hand, and stood up: "If there is nothing special, I'll be leaving first."

Those people who gathered in Buppin's living room that night, I looked and looked, and thought it was not very pleasing to the eye, so I didn't want to stay any longer.Unexpectedly, as soon as I said the words, Bupin's reaction was completely beyond my expectation. He froze for a moment, then jumped up suddenly, waved his hands, and shouted nervously: "Listen, everyone leave, I want to have a quiet talk with Wesley." For a while, although everyone fell silent, no one moved, just looked at him. His voice was louder: "Have you heard that, an order to evict the guest has been issued." I felt extremely embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "Then why bother, if there is something to talk about, we can talk about it another day." Bupin waved his hand: "No! No! It must be now." As he spoke, he pulled up the two people sitting on the mat in front of him, one in each hand, even more bluntly: not only issued the order to evict the guests, but also put them into action. This made me feel very awkward. Bupin himself often said that a mountain climber must be extremely calm, just like a surgeon performing complex operations.If you can't control yourself a little bit, your life will be in danger, which is worse than that of a surgeon. If a surgeon makes a mistake, someone else will die, but a mountain climber will die if he makes a mistake. Although he is not climbing a mountain now, his actions are undoubtedly very abnormal. Not only I saw this, but many people realized that something was wrong. A few timid people said "goodbye" repeatedly and rushed out of the door. Routine: "So you are Mr. Wesley." In order to make the atmosphere more relaxed, I said: "Yes, please look carefully, the standard earthlings don't have four eyes and eight legs." But my words did not make the atmosphere relaxed. Someone said: "Mr. Bu has something important to say to you. It must be a very strange thing. It's a pity that we didn't hear it." Boupin roared again, "Go away." With the host's attitude, the guests naturally couldn't stay for a long time. Within three minutes, everyone left, and only Bupin and I were left in the living room. I looked at him and shook my head slowly: "You behaved strangely tonight, just now you Still talking, they're all your best listeners." Bupin said angrily: "What a fart, I asked a simple question, and none of them answered it." When he said this, he fixed my eyes on me, and I couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in my heart. He asked a question, and if I couldn't answer it, he would ruthlessly drive him away. And he also asked me, because I didn't pay attention at all, so I didn't answer. It seems that he will ask again, if I can't answer, will he also drive me away? I didn't care if he chased me away anyway, so I lay down, folded my arms behind my head, and said, "Okay, it's my turn." Bupin seemed a little anxious, kicked the two big cushions away, grabbed another bottle of wine, and put his mouth on the bottle, I heard two beeps, beeps, obviously he swallowed Two sips of wine. Then, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he asked, "What do you think this bottle looks like?" I was stunned, what kind of problem is this?I said, "It looks like a bottle." Boupin came up to me and stood in front of me: "A bottle, or something, is what we see when we look at it, right?" I stared at him without any reaction, I wouldn't answer yes or no for such a stupid question. Bupin asked again, "Tell me what a bottle looks like when we're not looking at it." I was stunned for a while, this question is really not easy to answer.At first glance, that seems like a stupid question, but when you think about it carefully, there is indeed a lot to say. A bottle, when looking at it, is what a bottle looks like. But what does it look like when not looking at it? Of course, the most normal answer is: it still looks like a bottle. But how to prove it?Look at it secretly or look at it, use a camera to take pictures, look at the pictures, no matter what method you use, the only way you know what a bottle looks like is to look at it, so, what does it look like when you don’t look at it, There is no way of knowing. I thought this question was a bit interesting, so I hesitated to answer it, and Bupin said again: "Maybe it can be answered, you can also know the shape of the bottle by touching a part of your body, but I don't accept such sophistry, because the shape of the bottle, if there is The difference is so subtle that you can’t touch it. Can you tell me what the bottle looks like when no one’s looking at it?” I waved my hand, "I can't tell you, because no one knows, not just the bottle, anything, dead or alive, living or mineral, what it looks like when no one looks at it." Bupin looked very happy: "Yes! Wesley, you are different! I asked them just now, and every one of them replied without thinking: It's the same when someone is watching and when no one is watching. Huh !" I said, "It might be the same, it might be different, but I don't know." Bupin tilted his head, thought about what I said, and nodded slowly, expressing his agreement. I was a little curious: "Why did you suddenly think of such a question?" Boupin hesitated for a moment, moving his lips, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to say it. Then I found out that Bupin was deliberately avoiding answering. He turned his head away and did not make eye contact with me. Then he sat down again: "The last time I climbed Mount Everest, I didn't reach the summit." He intentionally changed the subject, I smiled lightly and didn't ask any further questions. I didn't respond, and used silence to show that I wasn't too interested. But he said to himself: "I only went to the Sanboqi Lama Temple." I still didn't respond, thinking in my heart that someone had reminded me just now that he was talking about his experience in that lama temple. I don’t know much about that Lama Temple, except that it was built on a mountain in the Himalayas in Nepal, and the temple is surrounded by peaks over 7,000 meters above sea level.I believe that based on Bupin's experience in climbing various peaks in the Himalayas, it is by no means the first time he has visited that Lama Temple. Buping sat down and took another sip of wine: "I always feel that all lama temples are full of mysterious atmosphere, their religious concepts that can penetrate life and death, and their way of life without contact with any outside world , and even the words, deeds and actions of the lamas in the temple make them look different." I said "hmm": "Yes, especially the Lama Temple built in the deep mountains, this kind of atmosphere is even worse, even if you don't have the same belief, you can still feel it strongly." Bupin got a response from me and waved his hand excitedly: "Yes. Yes." I still didn't know what I wanted to express, and after he said "yes" twice, he remained silent for a while, so I had to wait for him to continue. Bupin paused for at least a few minutes before saying again: "You know, I am proficient in the languages ​​of Nepal and Tibetan mountains. Although the language of the lamas has its own system, I can also understand it." I frowned. What he said was true, and I had also learned some special mountain languages ​​from him. There was a very suspicious expression on Bupin's face.Of course, it was his experience that made it hard for him to understand. He took a deep breath: "I have been to the Sanboqi Lama Temple many times, and I know many lamas. There are many lamas who practice behind closed doors and do not see outsiders. What I can see are naturally some Those who have relatively shallow practice can still get along with them, but this time, as soon as I arrived, I felt that something unusual happened in the Lama Temple." When Bupin said this, his voice was low and low, as if he had brought the mysterious atmosphere of the Lama Temple in the distant mountains into his "living room". That made me involuntarily straighten my body. Buping Jibin was narrating, and he was narrating while drinking wine, and I listened attentively. The following is Bupin's experience in the Sanboqi Lama Temple. The original purpose of Buping was to lead a climbing team to climb the Ama Dabulan Peak. Bupin led the team, just because he felt that it was an honor to be with an expert like Bupin. Therefore, Bupin found that he could not play any role in this mountain climbing operation, so he talked to a guide and left the team early in the morning when the whole team was still sleeping. Buping has no purpose, and enjoys the majestic scenery formed by nature in the mountains and mountains.It wasn't until he found that he was very close to the Sanboqi Lama Temple that he decided to go to the temple to catch up with the lamas who were in love with each other. He went along a small road, which was full of pine trees, and it was surprisingly quiet. He came to the front of the Lama Temple. There were a few small copper bells on the eaves of the temple. Come to make people leisurely and fascinated, Daxing wants to be born. But before he got to the temple gate, Bupin was astonished: the temple gate was closed tightly.The first few times he came, the temple door was open. He once stayed in the temple, even at night, the temple door was not closed. Bupin pushed at first, but he didn't push it away. He didn't know what to do. It was so quiet all around. Should he knock on the door to destroy the quietness? Buping considered for quite a long time, but still decided not to knock on the door. First, he was afraid of spoiling the quiet environment. Second, he felt that something might happen in the temple. If he knocked on the door, the lamas in the temple would be alarmed. for persona non grata. He walked forward along the temple wall, and not long after he walked out, the temple wall became shorter and shorter, just symbolically, he could easily step over it, and he did the same. He took a few steps forward and came to a yard paved with stone slabs. The cracks between the stone slabs were covered with short but strong weeds and beautiful small purple flowers. On both sides of the courtyard, there are two rows of houses. Usually, there are always some lamas coming and going, but at this time, no one can be seen. Bupin hesitated: he came in by himself, and the temple was so quiet, shouldn't he raise his voice and ask?When he was hesitating, two lamas came out from a door. The two lamas walked in a hurry. When they first came out, they didn't see Bupin. saw him abruptly. That was a very hot lama in the temple, and the other party naturally recognized him.However, when the two saw Bupin at first glance, they showed a look of extreme surprise, and suddenly shook, as if they had seen something terrible. Buping hurriedly said: "It's me, the two masters, don't you know me? I am the mountain climber Bupin." Lama is a transliteration of Tibetan, meaning guru, which is a respectful title for monks.Buping is quite conceited, but he has always been very polite in front of his master. The two lamas breathed a sigh of relief, and one of them said, "It's you! I was so shocked when I saw you." Bupin wondered, "Why? Don't strangers often appear in the temple?" The two looked at each other, and the other said: "Perhaps there have been some strange things in the temple in recent months—" When the man said this, the one beside him nudged him, motioning him not to speak, But that one was unconvinced: "What does it matter, Boupin knows us so well, and he has a lot of knowledge, maybe he can-" The lama stopped talking here, and his expression was still quite puzzled. Bupin didn't know what happened, so he had to wait for him to continue, but he changed the subject again: "Please come with us, you take a rest first, See if I can let you know about it." Bupin knew that something unusual must have happened in the temple, whether he could participate or not, the two people in front of him could not decide.The ranks of the monks in the temple are very clearly divided, and they must go to a higher level to ask for instructions. Bu Ping didn't ask what was the matter. Under the leadership of the two, he arrived at a small hall. Under the years of smoke, the color of the Buddha statue was dark, and everything was dark, and the light was very dark. The atmosphere tightly wrapped the people in the small hall. Buping felt very uncomfortable. Not long after he sat down, a young lama came to serve tea to entertain the guests. He sat for a while, but walked out of the small hall without seeing anyone coming.But as soon as he went out, he was stopped by the little lama: "There is something in the temple, please don't wander around." Buping had no choice but to stand under the small eaves. At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the temple buildings looked hazy in the twilight. the whole temple. Bupin thought, no wonder some people say that the temples in this area are the most mysterious places in the world, containing the other side of human civilization.In modern science, they may be extremely backward, but in terms of spiritual exploration, they are undoubtedly at the forefront of civilization.However, because human beings' spiritual exploration has always been covered with mystery, the environment here also gives people an inexplicable sense of mystery psychologically. Not long after Bupin stood, he heard footsteps.The temple is quiet, and the sound of footsteps can be heard from far away.After a while, two figures appeared in the twilight. They were the two that Bupin met just now. They came to Bupin and made a gesture: "Please follow us." Bupin gradually felt that the matter must be quite serious, and when he came to the back of the main building of the temple, he was even more taken aback.Behind the temple is an open space, and behind the open space is a row of small halls.There were fifty or sixty lamas, sitting on the ground, facing the row of small halls, sitting quietly.There are so many people, but it's so quiet that you can't even hear your breath.In the gradually thickening twilight, those fifty or sixty people seemed lifeless. Bu Ping took a deep breath. There were not so many monks in the Sanboqi Temple, at most twenty monks, and most of the rest were foreigners. All three of them took their steps very lightly, but even though they were light, there was still a sound.Buping stepped on a dead leaf, and the sound not only made him startled, but also made many people who were sitting in meditation look at him, which made Buping very embarrassed. It took only thirty or forty steps to reach the row of monk's houses. Bu Ping trembled and felt that it was more difficult than climbing a dangerous peak.After finally arriving, the door of the monk's house was ajar. The two people who brought him walked in through the door with their bodies turned sideways. In such an environment, that voice must be earth-shattering. After entering the door, there is a small yard with a wooden shelf in the middle of the yard.There are quite a few magical instruments on the shelf, some are wheels, some are sticks, some are rosary beads, some are left-handed conch shells, and some look like human skulls. As the sky is getting dark, it is not very clear. Buping had never been in this row of monk's houses before. He knew that it was the place where the senior lamas practiced in the temple. Ordinary people could not enter at all. It was a noble courtesy for him to be able to enter at this time. Something unusual happened for the sake of it. Because he often climbs various rooms in the Himalayas, he is quite familiar with the temples in Nepal, Tibet, and India, and the origins of sects.Looking at the instruments on the wooden stand, one can recognize that the users of these instruments are senior masters of several different schools of Lamaism. Even at a cursory glance, one can tell that almost all the sects of Lamaism are present. There are Gelug, Nyingma, Kagyu, and even Sakya.These sects seldom communicate with each other, and there must be some major events today to bring them together.Bupin held his breath, and he was ushered into a small room.It was dark enough outside, but inside the small room, it was even darker and there were no lights. After a while, those two people came in with another person. They couldn't see who that person was at all, but when they came in, from his clothes, it could be seen that he was also a lama. As soon as the man came in, he said in a very low voice: "Bupin, you just broke in at this moment, of course it was a chance, so several big lamas unanimously agreed to let you participate in this matter." As soon as he opened his mouth, Bupin recognized his voice as that of the actual abbot of the temple, Lama Nji.In the temple, his status is not very high, he is the highest rank that outsiders can see. The rest of the higher ranks are all senior monks in religious thought and spirituality. They only care about their own practice and never see outsiders. Bupin took a breath and lowered his voice: "What happened?" Enji said: "I don't know, I'm researching it. The three masters in our temple couldn't do it, so I invited the masters of other sects, but there is no result. Just now I know you are here, and ask several masters. The teacher mentioned you as a person, and they agreed to let you participate." Bupin was a little flattered: "If all the masters can't study it, how can I understand it?" Enji shook his head: "Maybe it's because you understand, that's why you appear at this time." Bupin was not good at responding to such "tactile" words, so he didn't say anything, and Enji said again: "However, several masters said that you just came here by chance. So let you participate, but please don’t mention it to anyone, because the matter itself involves information from the spirit world.” Bupin couldn't help feeling nervous when he heard this. What is a "message from the spirit world"?Bupin doesn't know much about it, but it must be very mysterious, otherwise, all the masters in the temple would not be so nervous. At that time, Bupin nodded sincerely: "Okay, I agree." Enji breathed out: "Please follow me." He said, turned and walked to the door, Bupin followed behind him, and as soon as he opened the door, there was a gust of wind blowing. Bupin is a mountain climber. He knows the climate in the mountains and the change of wind direction is the most unpredictable. One minute ago, the leaves did not even move, and a minute later the strong wind could uproot the tree. The gust of wind was so strong that it blew across the face, making the robes of the monks sitting in the courtyard rustle. Those monks were still sitting in the darkness as if they were lifeless.The wind made strange noises, and there were very strange echoes between the peaks and the valleys. Enji paused at the door, and Bupin took the opportunity to ask, "What are they doing in the yard?" Enji whispered: "Some of them are from our temple, and some are from other sects. Because of their relatively shallow cultivation, they just sit quietly in the yard, hoping to gain some insight. Several masters are all here. in." He stretched out his hand and pointed forward, which was a tightly closed door. Bupin couldn't help but asked again: "What is the so-called message from the spirit world?" Enji smiled wryly: "It would be great if I knew it. If you go in and take a look, you may understand it immediately. Well, sometimes, if you keep thinking about a very simple thing in a complicated direction, there will be no result at all. But a child can tell the answer in no time.” Hearing what Enji said, Buping couldn't help being a little bit ironic: So they just regarded him as a child with a chance! But he was not angry, because he knew that the highly qualified lamas had immersed themselves in all kinds of classics and ancient books all their lives, and their knowledge and wisdom were beyond the imagination of the world. In their eyes, everyone They are all like children. Bupping paused, then asked again: "The information from the spirit world...was it brought by people from the spirit world?" Enji glared at him and frowned: "What are you talking about? Since it's the spirit world, how can there be people?" Bupin knew that he had asked a stupid question, so he stopped talking and braved the wind, and came to the door with Eunji. The door is made of wood, and due to its age, there are inevitably some cracks, and a little light shines through the cracks. At this time, the sky outside was already very dark. The wind gathered the clouds and covered the stars and the moon, so it was almost dark.In such thick darkness, some light from the gap in the door seems to be very agile. Enji paused for a moment at the door, clasped his hands together, and then reached out to push the door, the door was pushed open without a sound, and Bupin was right behind Enji. Stop, for a while, Bupin could only see some dim and shaking lights and shadows, he hurriedly stepped into the door, and closed the door with his backhand. The flickering candles stopped, and there was a rather large room inside the door, which was extremely quiet, so the sound of the wind from outside was particularly loud and deafening.But looking at the situation in the room, let alone the wind blowing outside, even a big avalanche might not attract the attention of the people in the room. Under the candlelight of four giant candles, there were seven lamas in total.Three of them were sitting upright, and one was lying on its side, resting its chin on its hand.The other two stood upright, the six people didn't move at all, only one was in a strange posture, half squatting, his hands were moving slowly, it was impossible to tell what he was doing, his fingers were so soft It seems that there are no finger bones at all, and it can't stop wriggling, which looks weird and inexplicable. The only one who moved, of course, made Bupin the first to notice him. Bupin looked at him and couldn't help being surprised. The lama was very old, his face was covered with overlapping wrinkles, and his teeth were clearly missing. It fell off, so that the mouth formed a rather horrible-looking indentation, and his eyes were wide open, but it was obvious from a glance that he was blind. A few times before, I heard from the lamas in the temple that the oldest and most wise person in the Sanboqi Temple had been blind since he was a child.The wisdom of this lama is well-known far and near. Even the Living Buddha would come to him for advice. Already very rare. Bupin thought: Is this old blind man in front of you the old lama with super wisdom?