Baima Weiyang

I was startled and wanted to run away, but when I stood up, my feet went limp. "Ah..." I yelled out, and was forced to slide two steps in a row, and a burning pain came from my ankle.I tried to stand up, but I couldn't move. I was so anxious that my forehead was sweating.

There was a sound of "Zhi Ya", as if the sound of opening the door.I blushed and buried my head, not daring to look back.A breath came from behind him, but before he could react, his eyes suddenly went dark.I raised my eyelids, and Tsangyang Gyatso was standing in front of me. Seeing me clutching my ankles, I couldn't help but leaned over, "What's wrong?"

I said in a low voice, "I sprained my ankle."

"Can you still stand up?" He asked softly, his eyes soft.

I stared at him blankly, "It doesn't seem to work."

He frowned, and suddenly the handsome face in front of him became bigger and bigger.Before I could react, I just felt a flash of sight, and a faint fragrance of Buddha came to my face.When he calmed down, he realized that his body had been hugged by him.

Shocked, I raised my eyes to look at him.Suddenly I found that we were so close, as if I could touch him with only a slight movement.When my face was hot, I lowered my head involuntarily, staring at his chest, not daring to move my eyes any further.

He carried me into Rajang, gently placed me on the soft couch, "Take off your shoes."

"Oh." I nodded.

Watching him walk to the Tibetan-style square cabinet, he took out a wooden box.I carefully pulled the upper of the shoe, and the movement was very difficult.He took out the ointment and came over. Seeing my painful face, he hesitated for a moment, bent down and took off my shoes and socks.

He stretched out his hand and gently pinched my ankle, it hurt so much, I fought back tears and clenched my fists tightly.Seeing me like this, he relaxed a little more.

"Is it broken?" I sighed, feeling sad from it.

He glanced at me blankly, "No."

"Then why is it so painful?" I frowned and looked at him puzzled.

"How long have you been squatting?" He asked suddenly.

I was taken aback, turned my head away from him, and said in a low voice, "Just for a while."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows casually.

I lowered my head in shame and indignation, I really didn't want to pay attention to the true meaning of his words. This kind of words with unclear praise and criticism is much more lethal than direct satire.Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly let go of me, went to the round wooden table to get the ointment, squatted down again, and slowly applied it on me.Seeing him so unabashed, I couldn't help but get confused.According to the folklore, he is a great lover who seeks beauty all day long. Is it true?I stared at him closely and asked unconsciously, "Have you...have you ever touched a woman?"

He was taken aback, lowered his eyelids, but continued to move his hands calmly, "Is this how you talk to Buddhist disciples?"

"Oh..." I finally realized what I said, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The room was silent, only the cool smell of Tibetan medicine floating in the air.I gripped the richly colored brocade tablecloth at the side, and glanced back and forth.

After a while, her eyes unknowingly stopped on him again.I secretly swallowed dry saliva, and said unconsciously, "Then you..." He stopped what he was doing, gave me a sideways glance, and I quickly stopped talking, "Don't be angry, don't be angry."

I lowered my head and kept peeking at him, seeing that there was nothing unusual in his expression, so I was relieved.There was a momentary silence in the room.After a while, he suddenly said, "No."

"Huh?" I was taken aback, only to realize that this was the answer I wanted.She tried her best not to smile, but the corners of her mouth still curled up.I can't help but laugh...

"It's all hurt like this, don't come to peek tomorrow, right?" I was taken aback, and my mouth couldn't help opening.He looked at me with indifference, "Huh?"

"En." I was forced to nod, "Understood."

"Where's your family?" he asked.

"I'm here to recuperate, and they're all in knots." I looked at him carefully.

He put away the ointment, watched me put on my shoes and socks, "Can I go now?"

I tried to stand up, but my ankle hurt and I couldn't walk alone.There are so many steps in the temple, and it really kills me to walk down.I shook my head and looked at him helplessly.

"I'll take you home." He said lightly.

"How to send it?" I blurted out, and regretted it as soon as I finished speaking.

He looked at me meaningfully, "What do you think?"

I couldn't help but blush. In fact, what I want to say is, are you going to see me off or really see me off...

"Where do you live?" He asked casually.

I thought about it, and said loudly, "The nunnery opposite."

He was taken aback.I couldn't help laughing, "I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble." He gave me a thoughtful glance and helped me up, "Let's go."

"Oh." I stood up, hissing, and there was a burning pain in my ankle, which made me take a deep breath.But there was no other way, so I gritted my teeth and limped out.

There are many lamas walking back and forth along the way.It stands to reason that when an ordinary lama meets a living Buddha, he must give way. He can only stand on the side of the road with his head bowed and wait for the living Buddha to pass by before he can walk.But today, suddenly there was another me by his side, which caused restlessness among the lamas he met.Although they retreated to the side of the road, they all raised their heads, opened their eyes wide, and stared at us in disbelief.

It seems that at this time, his reputation is still quite good.But later... I sighed and looked at him with some pity.No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a person who is not good at Buddhism and does not abide by the rules.In fact, whether his poems are love songs or Taoist songs, experts are very controversial.Probably this is his legend.

When the nuns in the nunnery saw him, they fell to the ground in disbelief, staring at their most honorable Living Buddha devoutly.Their excitement had already covered up everything, so they didn't notice me beside him at all.After helping me to the door, he stopped, took out the ointment from his pocket, and handed it to me, "Wipe this once a day, and try not to touch the water on your ankles."

"En." I nodded. "Have a good rest, I'm leaving first." He clasped his hands together and lowered his body slightly.I hurriedly returned the salute, lowered my body even lower in fear and trepidation, "Master, go slowly."

He turned and walked out.I touched the small porcelain bottle with one hand, and supported the door frame with the other, and moved my body with difficulty.I stared at his thin back for a long time until I couldn't see him at all, but I still reluctantly entered the house.A gust of wind blew through and poured into my clothes, making it chilly.Weishi is the time when Lhasa is most likely to get windy. I shrink my robe and just want to turn around and walk back.

"Dolma."

As if someone was calling me, when I turned my head, I met a pair of clear and beautiful eyes.