Baima Weiyang

There was a soreness in my waist, I gritted my teeth and twisted my body slightly.My feet were cold, I was in a hurry just now, I got into the closet without my shoes on, I couldn't help feeling a little regretful.But I was afraid that those Mongols would come and kill me by surprise, so I could only endure it.I gently moved the door of the cabinet, leaving a gap, and watched Maggie Ami wrapped in a quilt and lying on the inside.

"Hiss..." I took a breath, and my calf was numb.Just as he was about to move his ankles a little, there was a sound of voices outside the door, and the door was knocked open with a bang.I was startled, and immediately froze, and froze in the slightest.

Three tall Mongolian men rushed in straight, searching back and forth with unkind eyes.Zeren Ram, who was wearing a cassock, wanted to stop him but couldn't, so he followed in with a worried face, clasping his hands together and chanting Buddha's name non-stop.

I looked out through the crack of the door, and the first Mongolian was wearing a brown cloth robe, which was very similar to Tibetan robes, and looked like Heshuote Mongolia in Qinghai.He was wearing a round hat with a high brim and a flat top, a beautifully crafted Mongolian knife around his waist, and pointed boots with thin soles on his feet. It seemed that this attire was not an ordinary person.What's more, he was holding a delicate enamel snuff bottle in his hand.Those who can wear this thing on the snowy land must not be of low grade.

"Are you Dawa Dolma?!" He snatched the portrait from another Mongolian, comparing his eyes up and down.

"Ahem..." Maggie Ami stood up covering her mouth, and looked at Zeren Ram in panic, "Master, what's going on?" His hair is pale, and he is already sick without pretending.

Zeren Ram was also surprised when he saw her, and then sighed again.Although she is a monk who stands aloof from the world, she can't let go of her compassion after all.Those Mongols were murderous, if I accidentally fell into their hands, I would know that it would not end well if I thought about it.

Zeren Ram went to the bed and sat down, stroking Maggie Ami's forehead, "Maggie Ami, they are here to find someone. Don't worry, just take a good rest."

"En." Maggie Ami nodded weakly.The Mongolian leader snorted coldly, walked over unwillingly, held the portrait and looked Maggie Ami up and down, "Say! Are you Dawa Zhuoma?!"

"Ahem! Since you have a portrait, why do you need to ask me? I don't know who the Dawa Dolma you are talking about." She glanced away from them.

The leading Mongolian gritted his teeth bitterly and said, "You better not know, otherwise... hum!" He rolled his eyes, looked around the room, and suddenly looked at me. I was surprised, He held his breath suddenly, his chest throbbing.The light coming in through the crack of the door suddenly became dazzling, like a pair of sharp blades, scratching every nerve of mine.I bowed my head and remained motionless.After a long while like this, I suddenly felt that gaze disappeared.

"Huh!" The man snorted coldly, and waved his hand unwillingly, "Go!" He lifted his foot and walked out, and the other two followed without saying a word.

Maggie Ami breathed a sigh of relief, but she still didn't dare to turn her head to look at me.Just as he was about to move his sore neck, another black shadow flickered outside the door.I was taken aback, and quickly retracted my body, only to hear an unfriendly voice, "Dani, I will come again. I must find this person!"

"Let's go!" After a while of footsteps, the room fell silent again.

Maggie Ami hurried over and opened the cabinet door, "Dolma, are you okay?"

"Ah, I'm fine." Even though he said this, his left ankle was sprained and he couldn't use his strength at all.All the weight of my whole body had to be on my right foot, which was so sore that I couldn't stand up after such a long time.I held her hand and walked out with difficulty.

"Sit down." She helped me to the bed, "Dolma, who are they? What do you want?"

"Sigh..." I shook my head, "To be honest, I don't know, maybe the Mongolian who forced the marriage sent me here."

"Forced marriage?!" Maggie Ami couldn't help but widen her eyes, "How could this happen?"

I sighed, and was taken aback for a moment. If they could find this place, they must have gone to Qiongjie to win.I don't know how my parents are doing now?Now that I hide, I'm afraid those Mongols will embarrass them even more.

"Dolma." Zeren Ram seems to have seen my worry, took my hand and said, "If you want, you can live here. Although monks should not fight with the world, they are merciful after all. As for Joanne, you'll have nothing to do with them for a while. They'll be safe until they find you."

"Master, thank you." I nodded and saluted her respectfully with my palms folded.She sighed lowly, read a scripture that I couldn't understand, returned the salute and walked out the door.

"Dolma, how is the injury on your ankle? It's much better?" Maggie Ami looked over with worried eyes.

I smiled and nodded, "Well, don't worry, it's much better." I suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Maggie Ami, can you help me to go to Drepung Monastery? I want to pray for my parents .”

She looked at my ankles hesitantly, "Of course it's fine to support you, but can you hold on? There are many and steep steps up the mountain."

"Yes. It's actually much better. It's just that I squatted for too long and couldn't stand up for a while." Seeing my firm face, Maggie Ami nodded, "Okay then, let's walk slowly alright."

After stepping up a long flight of steps, at the end, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and Maggie Ami was already out of breath.

In front of the Tsochin Hall, believers and pilgrims in long robes fell to the ground piously, kowtowing their long heads solemnly.I knelt down in the crowd, and Maggie Ami knelt down with me and kowtowed a few times.Seeing that I was still reluctant, I went to worship the colorful Buddha in the back mountain alone.

My body was ups and downs, and although my ankle was aching, I had never prayed for someone so devoutly.Thinking of my parents and my relatives who are far away in modern times, my heart also becomes solemn.Following the worshipers around me, until my knees started to hurt, I finally stood up, rubbed my sore legs, and looked back and forth to find the way to the back mountain.

The lanes in Drepung Monastery are vertical and horizontal, and the scale and momentum are comparable to a town.I turned around, walked into the corridor, and casually admired the murals on both sides. Most of the themes were some Buddhist stories.Tibetan murals use strong colors and rough lines, which are different from Han people's exquisite carvings, but they have a special taste.

Turning around the corridor, the line of sight suddenly widened.Green smoke with dancing flames rises from the simmering mulberry furnace, and mulberry clouds curl up.The Lhasa Mountains are high and wide, and the atmosphere is extremely transparent. Looking up at the sky, there is an illusion of being close.The surrounding area is filled with smoke, as if you are really in the sky.I comfortably turned my gaze back and forth...

Suddenly, the crimson monk's robe flashed past behind the mulberry oven.