Baima Weiyang

Seeing that the words under the pen were getting weaker and weaker, I raised my hand and was about to dip in the ink when I suddenly saw a thick stack on the side of the table, so I couldn't help but put down the bamboo pen with some relief.Standing by the window, I stretched my arms, blowing the breeze, looking at a cloud floating in the sky, my heart was suddenly as soft as a wisp of cotton wool.

In the past few days, I have been reciting scriptures and sitting meditation with Tsangyang Gyatso all day long, and my life is more peaceful than in the nunnery.Although the seven emotions and six desires are present, the mood is still a lot calmer.Xu Xian can become a monk under the Jinshan Temple, so why not me?As for whether I can really let it go... I shook my head, forget it, I don't bother to think about it, even if I can't save it, at least I read Ganden Pozhang all over, and I still made money inside and out.

Speaking of this... "Oh!" I sighed leisurely.Although I haven't seen many rare treasures, they are from modern times after all, and I don't see any luxury gold and silver.But when I saw the various scenes in Ganden Phodrang, I was still dumbfounded.The last time I came, I just went into the sutra hall, and the layout was fairly clean.

But this time I went to Cangyang Gyatso’s scripture room, Gadannangsai, Wangdui Woba, which are really piles of gold and jade, precious jewels.All kinds of ritual utensils and daily toilet utensils are either made of gold or silver, and the cushions are either brocade or animal skin.The richly colored curtains are all carefully crafted with gold and silver trimmings.I asked myself that my ability to accept is not weak, but it is still hard to imagine that this is actually the residence of a monk!

Stepping into the scripture room, I immediately had goosebumps on my arms. The gold and silver paving really made me unable to open my eyes. No wonder he doesn't like to live here.It is so luxurious that it makes people feel a little uneasy.

After flipping through a few Buddhist scriptures in a hurry, I walked out.Spread it out on the table, and browse it carefully. After these few days of hard work, I can already read some Tibetan, but the Buddhist scriptures are too obscure, and I don’t have the understanding, so I can only understand it. A small portion was made.

While I was copying the scriptures, there was a sound of footsteps in my ears. I raised my eyes and rolled my eyes. My subordinates continued to write, but I could already see the crimson cassock out of the corner of my eyes.Although the surface is still calm, but my energy has been unable to concentrate.

Yan Feng'er followed him all the way until he stopped in front of the desk.He tilted his head and looked down carefully.I clenched the bamboo pen under my finger, slowly withdrew my mind, and returned to the paper, but the corners of my mouth were still unconsciously pursed.After concentrating on writing a page, I put down the pen, picked it up and stretched it towards his chest, and said with some pride, "How is it? Not bad, right?"

He glanced at me thoughtfully, reached out to take it, looked at it intently for a while, but said lightly, "It's not too ugly."

"What are you talking about!" I frowned, snatched the paper back, and looked around sullenly.I have spent a long time getting something, so I am so stingy with a few words of praise?I really doubt if he is a Virgo, so picky!

Seeing the awkwardness on my face, he suddenly smiled, and I immediately felt like a spring breeze.My mind was blank, I just watched him take off the crumpled paper in my hand, spread it on the desk again, and read it carefully.

"This character shouldn't be written like this, come here." He held a bamboo pen in his hand and said without raising his head.

"Oh." I responded and walked over.Only then did he withdraw his gaze from the case, looked at me indifferently, and put the bamboo pen into my hand by the way, "Tibetan and Chinese characters are different, and should not be written in the same way. Come on, follow me and write."

He turned sideways and held my hand from behind, and suddenly a breath that belonged to him tightly surrounded me.Although it smells the same as that room, but it's so close...

"Be serious." A puff of breath came from the neck.

After I paused, I felt my whole body froze, my mind was dizzy, and my hands didn't have any strength at all, and they were all taken away by him.The faint fragrance of Buddha lingers all over my body, and the body temperature is different from mine...it's so hot, my palms are sweating.

Seeing the handwriting with a style different from mine leaping onto the paper, I suddenly became sober.Consciously, he wants to resist this masculine breath, but he knows in his heart that the practice of the past few days has been ruined.

"Isn't this much better?" He lowered his eyes to look at the desk, and suddenly turned his head to look at me.

I looked down at the words, then looked up at him, his pale face that night suddenly flashed in my mind, my heart tightened, and my subordinates pushed him away, "Aren't you a monk? How could you do this?!"

He didn't seem surprised by my reaction, he just stared at me quietly, and suddenly looked out the window, "I've already purified my six faculties, so why would I care about these things?"

When that somewhat distant voice came, my heart skipped a beat, as if it had been gouged out by some sharp weapon... He just stood there with his back straight, his eyes emptied through the window of Xiangbu Banyuan, quietly Falling in the distance, it seems to be deep in thought.The crimson figure is clearly close at hand, but it seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Is the six roots pure..." I repeated these words in a low voice, and my thoughts were a little dazed for a while.When I came back to my senses, I saw that the person by the window had already turned his head, and his dark eyes were staring at me intently.

Seeing that I was also looking at him, he suddenly walked towards me, stood still by the desk, and tilted his head slightly, "Don't you like me? Aren't you happy like this?"

I couldn't help but widen my eyes, but seeing that he still looked calm and breezy, I couldn't help wondering whether I had heard it wrong.It seems not... I shook my head regretfully, and sighed softly, "Kamma is not conducive to practice, master."

He froze for a moment, staring at me thoughtfully with his dark eyes that could not see the bottom, and after a while, he suddenly laughed lightly.I couldn't help giving him a blank look, "What are you laughing at? Is it funny?"

The smile in his eyes became stronger, he took a bamboo pen to absorb the ink, and his voice was casual, "If I save you, it will be a merit for me, why not do something that is beneficial to cultivation?"

"It's just for practicing..." I muttered to myself, and sighed heavily after thinking about it, "Oh!" Probably this sigh was really heavy, even Cangyang Gyatso, who was about to bend over to write, could smell it. Sound raised his head.

As soon as my eyes touched, I was stunned... Those deep and dark eyes were looking at me for a moment, and there were emotions in my eyes that I had never seen before.A trace of melancholy, vague feelings, like a stream of black satin, slowly slipped across my heart.

The wind from the window was blowing softly, sandwiched between us, like an invisible passage... Looking at each other without warning, but I forgot to look away...

"Master." Suddenly, an elegant voice sounded in the scripture hall.

I came back to my senses, but when I turned around, I saw Ngawang Rinchen standing outside the door, looking at Tsangyang Gyatso with the usual expression.Cangyang Gyatso glanced down, waved his hand to signal him to come in, but his eyes fell on the desk, and when he approached, he said slowly, "What's the matter?"

"Master, a letter from the Potala Palace." Ngawang Rinchen reached out and handed over a yellow envelope.

Cangyang Gyatso paused when he heard the words, and raised his hand to take it, "You go down first."

"Yes." Ngawang Rinchen bowed, turned around and backed out.

A letter from the Potala Palace?I was taken aback... what news could it be?Nothing big should happen now.I rolled my eyes and stared at the letter curiously.Seeing the thin paper being slowly unfolded in his hands, I stretched my neck unconsciously... "Want to see?" Cangyang Gyatso suddenly raised his head, squinting the corners of his eyes I.

I was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that my body had been lifted up, and I couldn't help but quickly retracted, shaking my hand violently, "No! No, no, no." He didn't pay attention to it, but glanced at the Zen bed thoughtfully. One glance, "Go and meditate."

"Oh." I nodded in response, and looked at him again, but I didn't get anything, so I turned and walked towards the meditation bed.

Considering the difficulty of sitting cross-legged, Tsangyang Gyatso did not ask me to do so, so I just casually crossed my legs and sat on the meditation bed.In the past, he could always close his eyes and think quietly, but today knowing that he was not by his side, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.After closing his eyes for a while, he couldn't help but look at him secretly.He sat quietly on the sandalwood armchair, occasionally looking out the window, occasionally frowning slightly.His expression was still calm, as usual, but his eyes were dark and watery.

Seeing him tilting his head all the time, I finally closed my eyelids and silently recited scriptures for reassurance.For some reason, sweat slowly started to form on his forehead, and the wind blew slightly itchy.Originally, I shouldn't move in meditation, but the evil wind just made me itchy, so I decided to scratch it after thinking about it.Just as I was about to reach out my hand, I suddenly felt a darkness in front of my eyes.Although the eyes are closed, but because it is facing the window, the light change can still be felt.

"Breathing is messed up again."

A scent of Buddha came, and I suddenly opened my eyes, and saw Tsangyang Gyatso looking down, his eyes dark.It was only then that I realized that my breathing was a bit heavy, and it seemed even more chaotic against the background of the silence of the room.

He shook his head, trying to regain consciousness.But this sweltering afternoon, the body is very sleepy.It took a lot of effort to open my eyes wide, and I was able to drive away a little drowsiness.

Seeing Tsangyang Gyatso sitting back on the meditation bed, I subconsciously relaxed my body.After thinking about it for a while, my thoughts became blurred.The white sunlight shines through the window lattice, reflecting on the smooth Aga ground, a series of irregular shadows overlapping one another.I felt that my eyelids were heavy, and even my body trembled unconsciously...