Baima Weiyang

When I woke up, I couldn't remember how I fell asleep.Turning over, I squinted and opened my eyes, my right wrist was still placed on the pillow, but the pillow was empty.I yawned, rubbed my eyelids with one hand, and lay on the bed for a while before slowly sitting up.

The sun outside the window was already high, which also meant that Tsangyang Gyatso was no longer in Rajang.Therefore, no matter how many times I slow down, I will not be punished.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lift up my spirits. I threw off the quilt and got out of bed alive and well.

After washing up, I rubbed my face heavily with a towel, and then I woke up completely.Sitting at the table, slowly chewing tsampa in my mouth, I closed my eyes and thought about what Tsangyang Gyatso said yesterday.

What is the itinerary?I frowned and glanced down, my eyes falling on my wrist.It's not so red anymore.After a little movement, it didn't hurt very much, and then I realized that my wrist was cool, as if I had taken medicine again not long ago.My heart warmed up, and Cangyang Gyatso looked at me coldly in my mind.

I smiled and took a sip of buttered tea, and suddenly remembered what he said, it seems that today I will perform Tibetan opera in Ganden Phodrang.I have been here for so long, and I have never seen an authentic Tibetan opera, so I couldn't help but become interested.

When we arrived at Ganden Phodrang, several acolytes in crimson cassocks were waiting downstairs, and Danba was among them.When he saw it was me, he came up without the slightest surprise, and without asking what I wanted, he stretched out his hand respectfully, "This way please."

I froze for a moment, and looked at the faces of the other acolytes. They all lowered their heads silently, as if they didn't know my existence at all.Probably Tsangyang Gyatso had expected that I would come.

I bowed to Danba with my palms folded, and then followed him upstairs.There were no people along the way, but when passing the second floor, there were faint voices.There is a square courtyard of [-] square meters, where the performances of Tiaoshen and Tibetan opera will be performed.

Although Ganden Phodrang is still magnificent, it was not my first time here, so I didn't find it new. The general scenery was just a quick glance, and I didn't stay for too long.On the seventh floor, Danba led me directly to Tsangyang Gyatso's bedroom.

I scanned inside, but didn't find a single person, so I couldn't help looking at Danba strangely.He respectfully explained, "Master is teaching scriptures in the Dharma Hall." I smiled politely, "Well, I see. Thank you."

Hearing this, he looked up at me, saw that I was also looking at him, and couldn't help lowering his head hastily.A lot of red was on his thin face, he shook his head quickly, and after a hasty salute, he backed out without saying a word.

Originally thought that the people around Cangyang Gyatso were as cold-tempered as he was, at least that was the case in Danba before, he had no other expressions except his blank face, and his psychological quality could compete with that of a spy.Looking at it now... I glanced at the door amusedly. After all, I am still a person of flesh and blood. It is not good to imitate anything, I have to imitate the master.

"Hey——" I thought about it for a long time for my own amusement, but I don't know how long it took, and I still didn't wait for Tsangyang Gyatso.Probably he is really busy, no wonder, on such a grand festival as the Shelton Festival, it is a luxury for him to be able to spend even a little time with me.

Although I wanted to see him very much, I didn't dare to run out without permission.With nothing to do, he simply wandered around the room slowly.Somewhat tired, he sat in front of the desk and raised his legs comfortably.

On the table were bells, a hat, and a string of gold twisted beeswax beads, all of which looked exquisite and luxurious.I picked up the rosary and smelled it, and the faint scent of Buddha entered my nose.Gently put down the beads, and saw the open Bayeux scriptures placed in the middle of the table, carefully looked at it and did not dare to move it, so it moved to the side as it was.

In fact, after traveling here and knowing Cangyang Gyatso for so long, I have always had a big question in my mind.It is said that he is a great poet. He was admired so much back then because of his talent.But I have been with him for so long, why have I never seen him write poems?Even if he wrote it secretly, based on the time I spend alone with him, no matter how dull I am, it’s impossible for me to not discover any clues.

I frowned and began to rummage through boxes and boxes to find evidence.In fact, I don’t dare to mess around, I just take a rough look, and then occasionally turn it with my hands.There are either Buddhist scriptures or magical instruments in the cabinet, and there is nothing unscrupulous.Just when I was so tired and sweating profusely that I wanted to give up, a pair of special Lama boots suddenly stood in front of me.

I was taken aback for a moment, and looked up to see Cangyang Gyatso's eyes swept down with frowned eyebrows, and stood up with a "bass".Unexpectedly, the momentum was too strong, and he squatted for too long, his eyes turned dark.I swayed a bit, and I didn't know which direction to fall, but Tsangyang Gyatso grabbed me.

"What are you doing again?" He frowned, his voice a little cold.I stood firm, smiled, and looked at him with incomparable sincerity.Cangyang Gyatso couldn't stand me like this, so he turned his eyes away after a while, and waved his hand to dismiss it.

I couldn't help but feel relieved, watching Cangyang Gyatso turn around and pull out the sandalwood chair in front of the desk to sit down. Just as he was about to run over, he suddenly raised his chin.I paused under my feet, and looked at him with some confusion.

Tsangyang Gyatso did not speak, but pointed to the meditation bed behind me with his eyes.After I understood it, I sighed leisurely. Although I was 120 unwilling in my heart, I still had to walk back in disgrace.

The window is half open, and the occasional swaying of the fragrant cloth brings a refreshing breeze, carrying a faint scent of mulberry smoke.Although it is the end of summer, the heat has not faded after all, and when there is no wind, it will be hot and dry.

I used my fingers to brush away the broken hair sticking to my cheeks, and looked ahead without blinking.Tsangyang Gyatso was sitting at the desk, concentrating on the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, while I was concentrating on him.

Today he is still wearing a crimson cassock, but he has an extra yellow vest with a red collar over it.I stared blankly at his exposed arms. Seeing that I was motionless, Cangyang Gyatso turned around involuntarily.Suddenly meeting his dark and cold eyes, my face became hot, and I immediately looked away.

"Enhuh—" He coughed unnaturally, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Tsangyang Gyatso slightly lifting the corner of his mouth.There was an inexplicable hotness in my body, and I pulled the skirt of my clothes impatiently, but my eyes were fixed on Cangyang Gyatso slantingly.

I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I felt his eyes return to the scriptures, and wiped the sweat off my forehead with my sleeve.I ran to the window to blow the wind for a while, and suddenly there was a low-pitched sound of a horn in the distance.I opened the window out of curiosity, and the sound came from the northwest direction. Looking along, it was the Tsochin Hall.

On the wide square, there are a few crimson figures indistinctly.Because the distance is far away, it is not very clear.I just wanted to stretch out a little more, but my waist tightened. Before I could recover, my whole body was pulled back.I took several steps back before I stood still.

Looking along the arm, I stared at Cangyang Gyatso's face for some unknown reason, "Why are you dragging me..." He ignored me, but directly pulled me out of the door.I followed him step by step, until I was about to go down the stairs, and I guessed that I was going to watch Tiaoshen and Tibetan opera performances.

Different from when he came here, now Ganden Podrang is guarded by two acolytes at intervals.In fact, since the fifth king moved to the Potala Palace, Ganden Phodrang was no longer the seat of the Gelug Sect's political power.The reason why Tsangyang Gyatso is here is to learn the classics of various schools of Tibetan Buddhism.

Although the Gelug faction is in power now, after all, the power of other sects is still there. Whether it is fear of history repeating itself or based on reality, this method has to be used to calm down the dissent of various factions.After all, a living enemy might as well save one's own way of life. Disputes between religions are as long as they die.

It's just that it's not that easy to quell the struggle.Wise and great as the fifth king, he did not solve Tibet's internal and external troubles until his death.And his last wish...is also the fuse of Cangyang Gyatso's tragic fate in his life.

Thinking of this, my heart sank suddenly, and I raised my eyes unconsciously to look at the back of Cangyang Gyatso, but he suddenly turned around and stared at me indifferently.I was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that the steps under my feet had stopped at some point.Just when I was about to find something to say, I heard a voice of gold and stone coming from not far away, "Master, I have finally waited for you."

Cangyang Gyatso's eyes dimmed, and he swept towards the person who came.I couldn't help cursing to myself, although I didn't want to, I still had to raise my head.

Lhazang was wearing a goose yellow Mongolian robe, which looked extraordinarily bright and eye-catching.He slanted his lips into a smile, and was walking over leisurely.When he saw me, he still put on an expression of surprise on purpose, "Eh? My bride, so you're here too." There was a deep smile on the end of the voice, but there was no hint of a smile on Ke Lazang's face.

Cangyang Gyatso sent an acolyte to guard him, just because he didn't want to be disturbed, but unexpectedly, he took advantage of the loophole.Fortunately, Ganden Phodrang has long been divorced from politics, and ordinary believers are allowed to enter during the Shoton Festival.Even if I was seen standing side by side with Tsangyang Gyatso, as long as he refused to admit that kind of relationship, I am afraid he would not be able to grasp anything.

I stood on the stairs and looked up at Lhazang.He didn't mind the disgust in my eyes at all, but a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Seeing goosebumps on my arms for a while, I immediately turned my eyes away.

"Master." Danba suddenly walked towards Tsangyang Gyatso. "What's the matter?" Cangyang Gyatso looked at him, his brows still not loosened.Danba whispered a few words in his ear, Tsangyang Gyatso just nodded lightly, the expression on his face remained unchanged.La Zang, who was a few steps away, changed his expression, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

I couldn't understand the deep meaning in his eyes, so I turned my head to look at Tsangyang Gyatso, who was looking at me softly. "What's the matter?" Poking my head out from behind him, I raised my eyes and looked at him without knowing why.Tsangyang Gyatso rubbed the top of my head heavily, and said in a low voice, "Master Pan and Chan have arrived at Drepung Monastery."

I was taken aback, and looked at him in bewilderment. After a while, I stretched out my hand and pushed him, "If you have something to do, go away, don't worry about me."

"You—" Cangyang Gyatso frowned, tilting his head sideways.I gave him a big smile, and loosened the hand holding his cassock, "Go quickly, I'm fine." He looked down at me, and after a while he turned and walked down the stairs.

Lazang has been looking at us indifferently, but when he met my guarded gaze, his eyes became darker.Before seeing his wicked smile, I had already looked away.

Cangyang Gyatso stepped down the last step, but after taking two steps, there was a meal.In front of him, Lhazang was smiling slightly, and walked towards Cangyang Gyatso, with an elegant and lazy expression, but the moment he rubbed shoulders, the hidden cold light in his eyes flashed past.

His movements were extremely fast, and he climbed up the steps in two or three steps.Standing beside me for a while, Cangyang Gyatso at the bottom of the stairs had already turned around, staring straight at Lhazang, his dark eyes were as cold as ice.

My heart almost skipped a beat when I saw it. Although I usually get cold eyes from him, those are completely different from the ones in front of me.I have always taken him for granted as a compassionate monk, but forgot that he also has a cold and harsh side.What about the Living Buddha?After all, he is also a person of flesh and blood, who can love and hate...

Thinking of this, I felt a pain in my heart, and all kinds of emotions came from me.Unable to relieve it for a while, I took a deep breath and quietly waited for this wave of emotions to subside completely.

Half-lifting my eyelids, I could only see Lazang's lower jaw. I didn't raise my head vigilantly until I felt the breath on the other side getting closer.Lazang walked around behind me as if nothing had happened, and ambiguous laughter came from behind me slowly.

I shivered and instinctively wanted to turn around, but his arm was held down by him.I struggled hard, but couldn't get rid of it no matter what.Lhazang gave a low smile, and approached intimately, his fiery thin lips were so close that they almost touched my earlobe.

"When will you be willing to stay by my side obediently, huh?" Some frivolous words came, I was a little dazed when I heard them, and before I had time to react, I was hit hard on the back of my shoulder, "Ah..." whispered softly , the body suddenly lost its center of gravity and fell forward.

In a hurry, I wanted to reach out to reach the railing, but I couldn't reach it.I gritted my teeth and tried hard to stabilize my body, but my feet were forced to slide several steps. After a crackling sound, there was a burning pain on the inside of my calf.

There was a whirlwind in front of my eyes, and just as I was about to give up struggling and wait for a firm fall, my body suddenly fell into a warm embrace.I was taken aback for a moment, and after my eyes stabilized, I saw Cangyang Gyatso's handsome face with frowning eyebrows.

"Are you okay?" He stretched out his hand to hold my waist, his eyes turned on me anxiously.I moved my ankle secretly, but fortunately I didn't twist it, but my leg and lower back hurt badly.Knowing that I can't hide anything from him, I can only confess honestly, "It's nothing serious, it just hurts a little."

Hearing this, Cangyang Gyatso glanced at Lhazang coldly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes. "Hmph..." Lazang stared at us coldly, with a hint of coolness in his sharp eyes.I glared at him viciously, unexpectedly he frowned suddenly, glanced at the distance casually, and the corners of his lips curled up slantingly.

Cangyang Gyatso sensed that he turned his head back, and was startled.

There was a bit of stiffness in my hand, mixed with a slight tremor, and an ominous omen suddenly floated in my heart.Turning around slowly, standing in front of him was a monk in a crimson cassock, nearly 40 years old, with dark skin and a solemn appearance.

I looked at him carefully, and I already guessed his identity in my heart.Even if you just stand still at a distance, you can save sentient beings.Such people, even in Buddhism, there are not many of them.

"Gaila." Tsangyang Gyatso slowly put his hands together and saluted him.