Baima Weiyang

I sat on the flower palm chair, opened the window, leaned on the window frame with one hand, rested my chin with the other, and quietly watched the night.A gust of wind blows, it is wet, and there is a scent of green grass.Although the night wind is a bit cold, I feel very comfortable blowing it, and I am more and more greedy for this feeling.

Reaching out to fetch the wooden box on the table, I picked a piece of cheesecake with a relatively good skin. As soon as I took it, a milky aroma filled my lips and tongue.I don't know if it's because I'm a little hungry, but I think it's very delicious, so I can't help but munch on it.

"Kukou" There was a knock on the door.I froze for a moment, feeling a little strange.But still put down the vegetarian box, raised his hand and wiped two handfuls on his mouth, "Who is it?"

"It's me." A deep voice came slowly.

I hurried over and opened the wooden door, only to see Tsangyang Gyatso standing outside the door, I couldn't help asking carefully, "What's the matter, Master?"

"Yeah." He nodded, "I forgot to take something." Then he walked in, opened the cabinet next to the bed, took a few scriptures and held them in his arms.When he turned around, he caught sight of the vegetarian box spread out on the table, and he immediately looked up at me twice.

"Ahem..." I blushed and covered the corners of my mouth pretending to be calm, "That... I'm a little hungry."

He glanced at me, and smiled indifferently, and the corners of his beautiful brows were slightly moving.This kind of beauty has actually entered the Buddhist gate, really... I was secretly regretting, when suddenly, the pair of dark eyes froze, and the smile on my mouth stopped.

I was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that I had just accidentally looked straight ahead...

Looking at him with a scrutiny, I secretly swallowed dry saliva, and lowered my head with little confidence.Cangyang Gyatso didn't go into the details, but turned around and walked towards the door. When the door was closed, he suddenly said, "You can live here with peace of mind. If you need anything, Ngawang Rinchen will take care of it for you."

"En. Thank you, Master." I bowed to him with my palms folded and watched him slowly close the wooden door.

Taking the cheesecake and chewing it slowly, I looked back and forth at the furnishings in the room, which were very clean and still lingered with a faint scent of sandalwood.It was as if... every time he stretched out his hand and raised his head, it was his breath.

I couldn't help closing my eyes slightly, and felt my heart was extremely soft for a moment, and the air in the whole room became sweet and greasy.A woman living in a temple, although a little awkward, but I have to admit that this is indeed the safest place.In order not to let the monks in the monastery notice, he let Rajang out, and he himself lived in Ganden Phodrang.In fact, that was his bedroom, probably he lived in this ordinary mansion because he didn't want others to treat him differently.

I took a sip of butter tea, swallowed the butter cake in my mouth, put away the box and blew out the oil lamp.The moonlight is bright and clear, falling on the ground through the window, like frosty silver, moving slowly.I undressed, went to bed, looked at the dark window inadvertently, and suddenly the figure of Tashi Pingcuo flashed in my mind...

Sitting up all at once, I was so busy just now that I never thought of it.Now that he is at ease, I am really worried about his safety.Although his martial arts are nothing to say, the opponent is several Mongolians after all.I don't know how he is now, whether he can find me. "Oh——" I sighed, and lay back down again. It seemed that I had been thinking about it for a long time, and I seemed to be thinking about something else, and I lost consciousness in a daze...

When I woke up, it was almost noon, and I wanted to wash my face, but there was nothing to do in the room.I opened the door, only to find a package on the steps, some new robes and toiletry items...Huh?What's this?I accidentally touched a hard corner and wrapped it with yellow silk.When I opened it, it was a scripture, it seemed...it was the one I left in the nunnery!I smiled, he was really thoughtful.

After a full meal, I lit the censer and sat at the table happily, smelling the fragrance of Buddha and drinking buttered tea, feeling very comfortable.After laying out the paper, I picked up the bamboo pen, opened the Buddhist scriptures, and copied them down word by word.It was fine at first, but after copying a few pages, the densely packed traditional Chinese characters began to dance in front of my eyes.I didn't understand what it meant at all. I wanted to calm my mind, but I didn't expect to copy more and more dizzy now.

I simply put down the bamboo pen, opened the door and walked out.The ambiguous atmosphere in this room is too heavy, and I, who do not have the slightest bit of wisdom, can only get stuck in it, without even a chance to extricate myself.Only by coming out can I calm my mind.Besides, it is very difficult for one person to succeed in this kind of thing.So, I still decided to find someone to enlighten me.

After wandering around the temple for a while, he still couldn't be seen. It seems that this luck is not easy to touch.I dragged a little novice to ask, and then I found out that he was in the main hall of Tsochen.

The curling green smoke from the mulberry branches can already be seen in the distance, and the porch of the main hall is supported by eight large wooden pillars.After passing the porch and climbing 24 steps, it is a large square.It is also the central scripture debate site of Drepung Monastery.On the square at this time, the flames in the mulberry furnace were still beating, and some persistent believers prostrated themselves piously on the ground, kowtowing toward the main hall.

When I walked into the main hall, what I saw was a two-story Manjushri Bodhisattva, and I couldn't help being in awe.He was praying with his hands clasped together, but when the curtain moved, it was pulled away.That handsome figure came out, Cangyang Gyatso was dressed in a crimson cassock, covered with a yellow waistcoat, holding Tibetan incense in his hand, he glanced up at me, his expression remained calm, without any change .

"Master." I saluted him respectfully.

"Yeah." He nodded slightly, but didn't look at me again, just went straight to the front of the desk, and lit a fire on the butter lamp with incense.

I secretly swallowed dry saliva and said with a sigh of relief, "Master, save me."

Cangyang Gyatso paused when he heard the sound, but his body remained motionless.After a second, he focused on igniting again, "Are you serious?" came a faint voice, without any emotion.

I looked at his back, hesitated for a moment, but still nodded heavily, "En."

As if he had never heard of it, he continued to move his hands, waved off the burning flame on the incense stick, and bowed three times to Manjushri Bodhisattva with his hands together.I stared blankly at him inserting the incense in his hand into the incense burner in front of the Buddha, and suddenly raised my eyes and glanced at me, "Your obsession is too strong, I'm afraid it's not easy to save."

I was taken aback for a moment, and after I realized it, I couldn't help giving him a blank look, "Then you have to be saved too."

He turned around when he heard the words, stared at me thoughtfully, with a faint smile on his lips, "Okay, I'll give it a try." Although he agreed, I couldn't be happy at all. .How I wish he'd told me, "If I can't get you over, I'll drown with you." Well, I sighed, I'm afraid he'd just... watch me die.

I smacked my lips and bowed, "Then I will thank the master first."

Cangyang Gyatso took a step back humbly, put his palms together in return, "No thanks." There was still a faint smile on his lips.