Baima Weiyang

"Alas—" I sighed, and sat down on a clean stone step.The afternoon sun was pressing directly on the golden dome of the Tsochin Hall, and the whole Drepung Monastery was immersed in the laziness rarely seen in Buddhism.The uneven stone steps, the orderly monk houses, the rough white walls, and the sparse trees surrounding the temple... I closed my eyes slightly, and my heart was so soft that I couldn't help it.

I smelled the mixture of turpentine and ghee intertwined in the air again. I can’t remember how long it took to get familiar with this unique smell of Lhasa, but now I smell it, but I feel a little more aroma.

It has been two months since I came to this place out of nowhere, and I finally overcame the terrible altitude sickness.In the first few days, I spent almost all of my life lying in bed.

I originally came to Lhasa to travel with my roommates, but I didn’t expect to go back to 300 years ago when I woke up, which is really unlucky.Even if I want to wear it, let me go to a richer Han area.Unexpectedly, I only changed the time but did not change the location, and let me suffer on the plateau of several kilometers.This is not a big deal, the biggest problem is: I don't know Tibetan.

Fortunately, I'm still a bit talented in languages. After two months of hard work, I finally mastered some simple everyday expressions. I can speak a lot, but I can't understand half a word.It was also at that time that I knew that I had traveled to the adopted daughter of a small farmer in Qiongjie.

The living conditions of this family are quite good in the local area, although it is incomparable with modern times, and even today's Han land.But I'm content, at least I don't have to worry about eating and drinking.But the girl from this family looks exactly like me, and I still haven't figured it out, is it the soul wear, or the soul and flesh together?In the past, I didn't believe in those "zibuyu" at all, but now it seems that it really is a karmic cycle, alas, this is all retribution, retribution.

I walked up the steps, the road was extremely steep and long, and I was already wheezing while walking.Desperately looking for a tree to shelter her, she looked around and suddenly caught a glimpse of a young novice sitting on the steps studying scriptures.Looking eleven or twelve years old, I suddenly became curious and walked over slowly.The sun shines on his somewhat yellowed scriptures in speckles, hey, strange, the scriptures in the books don’t seem to be in Tibetan.I frowned, and took a closer look, and it turned out to be Chinese!

He turned his head as if aware of it, seeing that I was a woman, he couldn't help being startled, he hurriedly stood up from the steps, and saluted me with his hands folded, but he didn't know what to say.Ha ha, this child is really cute.I couldn't help laughing, motioned him to sit down, and asked, "Are you Han?" He didn't dare to look at me, but just nodded with a blushing face.

I immediately changed my words to speak fluent Chinese, but he was stunned on the spot, and said in substandard Chinese, "You...are you also Han Chinese?"

"En." I nodded emphatically, although I don't know what ethnicity the former owner of my body is, but I am indeed Han.

He finally dared to look up at me, then smiled happily, and after a while blushed and lowered his head again, "My Chinese is not good."

"Well, I'll teach you Chinese." Hearing this, his eyes lit up, "But you have to..." He was a little dazed, "What are you doing?"

"I want to ask you about someone." He asked a little strangely, "Who is it?"

I thought about it carefully, but found that it was difficult to describe it in words for a while, so I frowned and said, "Anyway, let's make an agreement like this first, and talk about the rest later, how about it?"

He hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Duoji." A clear voice came, and I subconsciously turned my head to look, but was suddenly stunned.