Baima Weiyang

I just felt a blur in front of my eyes, and my whole body was taken down.I thought it would be a cold and hard stone road, but unexpectedly, it was warm under my body, and it must have fallen on that person.Gathering my mind, I struggled to sit up, but the man held me tightly.

As I was pulling, I became cruel and immediately bit the tiger's mouth on his hand.I just felt his body trembling, but instead of relaxing the hand covering me, it became tighter and tighter.I struggled desperately, and when I pushed and shoved, I suddenly felt ice on his wrist.I was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but stop, that...it seemed like a string of Buddhist beads!

"Shhh." A whisper came down.I looked forward, only to notice a black figure not far away, looked around, and then paced back and forth anxiously, still muttering, "Damn it! Where the hell are you going!"

He suddenly looked over here, I was startled, and I instinctively shrank into the arms of the man behind me.The man was taken aback, and raised his hand to protect me.After a while, there was a sound of footsteps, and they gradually drifted away.I slowly stuck my head out until I couldn't hear it at all.

"Can you stand up?" The voice like a rhythm stone came over in a low voice.I was taken aback, and looked at him in a daze, with clear and handsome eyebrows, straight nose bridge, and dark eyes with a hint of concern.I don't know if it was the adventure along the way, or the joy of seeing him again, I just felt tears welling up in my eyes.

Cangyang Gyatso was taken aback for a moment, his eyes fixed on me, "Why are you crying?"

"...It's okay." I lowered my head and took my sleeve and wiped my face twice, "I just didn't expect to see you again." The handsome face in front of him looked serious, but his tone was a bit soft, "I still think about this while running for my life. ?” I glanced at him with some grievances, and said in a low voice, “How do you know the feeling of being trapped by love…” I thought the voice was so soft that only I could hear it, until there was a vague smile in the clear eyes Meaning, "Are you blaming me?"

My heart jumped inexplicably, "... I dare not." I quickly stood up with one hand on the ground, and then patted away the gravel stuck to my palm in a concealed manner, and suddenly paused, "That's right. Why is the master here? Woolen cloth?"

He glanced at him, beckoned me to go forward, and replied, "There is a young novice in the temple who caught a cold, so I went to the medical center to buy some medicine." After finishing speaking, he suddenly looked up at me, "They who is it?"

"They..." I thought for a while, and for a moment I really didn't know how to explain it, so I pretended not to care and said, "It's a group of rascals who rob women."

He paused, but there was a flash of light in his eyes, and the corners of Rourou's mouth slightly moved a few times, "Really?"

"Yes!" I nodded firmly, but my brows were already wrinkled. This monk, what kind of expression... seems to have a trace of disdain, does it mean that I don't have the beauty of being robbed? !Although I am more inclined to this point of view in my heart, I also feel that it is a sin to speculate on a Buddhist monk like this.But after thinking about it, this is his territory after all, and he must be heartbroken when something like this happened right under his nose.

Just thinking wildly... Suddenly a black shadow rushed over.I was startled, but before I recovered, I saw that figure rushing towards Cangyang Gyatso.I was taken aback, and instinctively wanted to reach out to block him, but my hand only touched a corner of the rough fabric.When he regained his composure, he saw a short and thin boy kneeling in front of Cangyang Gyatso, holding his wrist tightly with his small black hands, "Master! Please help my mother! Dan I beg you!"

Cangyang Gyatso supported him, and softly advised, "Get up first."

"No, I won't get up! Master... Master, you must save my mother!" He grabbed Tsangyang Gyatso's cassock and pulled it indifferently.Tsangyang Gyatso was forced to take a step back, and only then did I see the little boy's face clearly.He was dressed in authentic Tibetan clothes, about ten years old, with dark skin and two touches of plateau red on his cheekbones.It's just that his face was wet with tears and looked a little dirty, and the robe on his body was also dusty.

"Okay, I promise you, I will do my best. Get up first."

Hearing what Cangyang Gyatso said, he stopped crying immediately, and wiped his tears with the back of his hand, "Really? Master!"

I went forward and squatted down, raised my hand and wiped the tears on his face with my sleeve, "Putenzin, don't cry yet. Get up and tell the master, what's wrong with your mother?" Me, my dark eyes suddenly lit up, "Ajiala, my grandma..."

"Good boy. Don't cry. Speak slowly." I helped him stand up, and touched his cheek comfortingly. "Master." He looked at Tsangyang Gyatso, then at me, "Ajiala. Grandma is so sick that she coughed up blood..." Tsangyang Gyatso's eyes tightened suddenly, and he squatted down, "Where is your mother now? Take us there quickly."

"Okay." Tenzin nodded, and led us through several streets, and stopped in front of a simple one-story house.

With a sound of "Shut up", Tenzin pushed the wooden door and went in, shouting while running, "Grandma!"

I looked inside and saw a woman in her 30s lying on the bed with a black and yellow complexion and sweat on her forehead.He gritted his teeth tightly, as if he was fighting against a serious illness, but his entire face wrinkled as if he couldn't bear the torture.Cangyang Gyatso sat down and reached out to take her pulse.Tenzin sat on the head of the bed, carefully wiping the sweat off her forehead.

I looked around, the walls were built with rammed earth, the furnishings in the room were few and simple, long tables, cabinets, and a few worn-out butter barrels leaning against the corners.It seems to be an ordinary peasant family in the local area, and it seems that the economic conditions are not very good.I couldn't help but look at Tenzin worriedly.

Suddenly, Tsangyang Gyatso stood up.Hearing the sound, Tenzin immediately looked at him, "Master, grandma..." Tsangyang Gyatso turned his back to me, couldn't see his expression, but didn't speak.He looked down at the woman's face, straightened up, and still stood for a long time.

"Master!" Tenzin rushed over and grabbed Tsangyang Gyatso's cassock, but the tears in his eyes kept flowing, "Master, grandma...is grandma... ..."

Cangyang Gyatso looked at him and nodded slowly.

"Grandma—"

I sat quietly in front of the steps, hugging my knees with my hands to keep warm.The night on the plateau is always so cold, but tonight it is even colder.Tenzin's bitter cries kept coming out of the room, and every time it hit my eardrum, it hit my heart.

Looking back through the window, you can still see Tsangyang Gyatso's back.He just sat cross-legged like that, his back was stiff, and he was chanting the scriptures for salvation with his hands folded.I couldn't see his facial expression, but I could clearly feel the pain in his heart at this moment.

After a while, Tenzin's hoarse crying gradually weakened, and Tsangyang Gyatso's chanting also stopped.

With a sound of "Shut up", the wooden door was opened.I immediately turned around.Cangyang Gyatso stepped out, then turned around and closed the door.He closed his eyes, his face was a little pale, and after a short stop, he walked towards me.His face was still expressionless, but the Buddhist beads in his hands were tightly clenched.

"Master." I couldn't help shouting out.

"Yeah." He nodded, looking a little tired.But his back was still stiff, just standing there, his whole body was soaked by the moonlight.Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, carrying the cassocks flying, but inexplicably brought a trace of desolation.

"Tenzin..." I hesitated for a moment, and opened my head to look into the room.

"It's all right. I'll send someone to settle him down." He lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he sighed softly.Only then did I see that his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, but the corners of his beautiful brows were slightly frowned at this moment.

Immediately, I felt that the sockets of my eyes were hot, but they were only sore and swollen, and I couldn't shed tears, but the bitterness in my heart welled up in my throat very clearly.Suddenly realizing how selfish and stupid my actions were during the day.He is a living Buddha admired by thousands of people in Tibet, and he shoulders the responsibility of saving people in the world.Even if there are all kinds of bad dharma and romantic legends, they can't fetter his concern for sentient beings.What's more... Even if he doesn't abide by the religious rules, I can't be the one who makes him deviant.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, Cangyang Gyatso couldn't help but look down, with two points of concern hidden in his eyes.

"It's okay." I smiled and lowered my head, pretending not to care, wiped a couple of hands on my face, then raised my head again, "Let's go."

"Ah."

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the temperature difference between day and night pushed the wind to blow tightly.Almost all the shops on the street are closed, only a few are left, and the lights in twos and threes are dimly shining faintly.The whole city of Lhasa seemed to have fallen asleep, there was no sound, only the signboard flags flying high outside the tea shop, being pulled by the wind and making a "thumping" sound.

Looking not far away, the outline of Drepung Monastery has been revealed.Several lights were dimly lit, and the wind blew like a solitary sail.The moonlight is thick, and the stars all over the sky are shining brightly, and the sparse torches in the world are shining in the faint.

I looked at the road ahead and was walking quietly when Tsangyang Gyatso stopped abruptly.I paused, and there was a fork in front of me, one leading to Drepung Monastery, and the other leading to the nunnery.I turned to look at him a little puzzled.Cangyang Gyatso didn't look at me, but said thoughtfully, "They are not ordinary Mongolians."

"Huh?" I didn't expect him to say this at all, so I couldn't help being stunned.

He turned his head around, his eyes were so dark that no emotion could be seen, "Maybe they have paid attention to going to the nunnery a long time ago. I'm afraid it will be unsafe for you to go back now."

"Then... where can I go?" I thought about it and found that there was really nowhere to go, so I couldn't help asking.

He paused, looked straight over, "Follow me back to Drepung Monastery."