Baima Weiyang

I picked up the wooden bowl, raised my head and took a sip of the buttered tea, rubbing my palms back and forth nervously.Alas, I can't count how many times I have walked around the house, and even the Aga land under my feet, which is known for its firmness, is about to be worn off by me.

But my heart was still very confused, so I carefully speculated on the time, and now the DL Lama in Tibet should have passed to the sixth generation.In other words, he is my long-standing idol——Cangyang Gyatso.

When I think about it, I get very excited.Looking through the nearly 300 years of Chinese history, no one can be as mysterious as him. There are only a few official histories, but there are a lot of folklore.Among them, there must be many unknown secrets.More importantly, the unofficial history said that he was a vagabond and did not abide by the rules, but the people still loved and embraced this alternative boss.

The most legendary should be the well-known love poems he left to future generations.It was also because of these poems that I fell in love with this person back then.It's just that I didn't expect him to have such a good appearance in history.

Since I can travel back to his time, then this is the will of the Buddha.I must take this opportunity to get to know him well, maybe I can answer the riddles for those experts and scholars when I go back!Thinking of this, I couldn't help getting excited, stretched my waist, and looked out through the window. Drepung Monastery is located in a faint light shadow of a mountain depression, mysterious but solemn.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and I forced myself to go to bed and sleep. Although I closed my eyes, I didn't feel sleepy at all.In a daze, I don't know if I'm asleep or awake.When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already bright.I hurriedly put on my Tibetan robe, folded the pulu blanket, went outside the window, and heard the low sound of chanting sutras again, and I suddenly felt at ease.

The reason why I came to Drepung Monastery was because I had a serious illness and a high fever.Grandma hurriedly sought medical treatment everywhere, but no cure was found. In the end, she went to the temple to ask for incense ashes for me to eat, and finally the fever subsided.But my body didn't recover so quickly, so my mother asked my younger brother to send me to Drepung Monastery to recuperate.On the surface, it is said that, in fact, there is a more serious matter in Grandma's heart, and that is my marriage.

On the second day after I traveled through time, a large number of Mongolian men brought a lot of things to my grandmother's house, saying that they wanted to marry me because of the dowry.At that time, I was still troubled by altitude sickness. I didn't know what was going on, but it was clear that the girl in this family must have been spotted before.Looking at this generous dowry gift, I knew that the other party was from a rich and powerful family, and my mother and father were honest people. Although their family background was good, they were ordinary people without power.

Naturally, I was 120 unwilling. My mother understood my thoughts, so I had this retreat.But she just wanted to procrastinate first, but she didn't dare to call off the marriage.But I am not a person of this era after all, I can use my own way to solve it.The inexplicable time travel is not what I want in the first place, if it is my lifelong happiness, I will not do it!

There is an ancient rule in the temple, that is, no female relatives can be kept.So I was placed in the nunnery outside the turning path on the west side of Drepung Monastery.There is a small settlement here, and all the aunts live in it.Nuns are rare in Tibet, and there are only a dozen or so in this nunnery.Among them is an elderly mage named Tsering Ram, who is the head of the nunnery here. When he first saw me, he almost stared at me with bright eyes.

I found out later that they wanted to increase the number of aunts, but I never thought about becoming a monk.At first they kept persuading me, but later they saw that I had no enlightenment and my life was extremely chaotic. After thinking about it, they knew that I was not the material for entering Buddhism, so they stopped forcing me.

I loosened my hair and combed it one by one. It was barely smooth, but it was curly.I'm a more casual person, and I don't care about my appearance, so I just tie a double braid casually.Fortunately, the women here don't have to wear pigtails, otherwise, even waking up in the middle of the night would not be enough for me.

After washing up, he opened the door and came out, but he didn't know what to do for a while.Walking and walking, I came to the turning path again, and I pushed the mani tube one by one in the direction he was walking.

Alas, I kind of want to see him, especially after knowing that he is Tsangyang Gyatso, this feeling is even stronger.But... Forget it, there is nothing wrong with fans meeting their idols.Thinking of this, I felt relieved. Anyway, I was just looking at him from a distance, and I wouldn't bother him, let alone affect him.

Along the long stairs, I ran up quickly step by step, and the Tibetan fragrance became stronger and stronger.I stopped on the stone-paved square in front of the Tsochin Hall. Above the wide stone steps is the bright porch with eight columns.In order to show devotion and respect to the Buddha, the Buddhist hall is located at the highest position of the temple, while the scripture hall and courtyard are in descending order.

Panting, I climbed up and saw several lamas cooking mulberry, so I saluted them respectfully.Many Tibetan believers around were prostrate on the ground with devout faces, kowtowing their long heads.

The Sutra hall is surrounded by pine smoke, and there are bursts of high and low chanting sounds from time to time, beating the ancient walls round after round.I was enjoying listening to it when suddenly the sound stopped, and a large number of lamas in crimson cassocks came out of the Tsochin Hall and scattered in different directions.

I walked a few steps inside, and the hall was full of prayer flags and banners hanging from the top, with walls on all sides, and only the skylight on the top let in some light.The butter lamp in front of the altar gave off a faint light, but it made the sight of the entire scripture hall more and more dim.I leaned on the door frame and faced the densely packed thangkas and curtains around the skylight, feeling a sense of awe in my heart for no reason.

After standing like this for a while, a pleasant Tibetan voice suddenly came out from inside, and I recognized the voice immediately.Looking up, it was the crimson figure that caught my eyes.He was twisting the beeswax beads in his hand, walking back and forth indifferently, as if he was talking about Buddhism.

A few beams of bluish-white light came down from the skylight, carving a few empty lines in the dimly lit hall.His face was flickering, and the corners of his beautiful mouth were gently twitching.Several lamas sat on the pulu card mat in knotted lotus, looking up to listen.

He sometimes smiles, sometimes frowns, and every subtle movement makes people feel like spring breeze.That delicate side face, the corners of the handsome mouth, everything deeply attracted me.How can someone be so good-looking?It really complied with that sentence: A man has to shave his head to distinguish between ugly and handsome.

I couldn't help sighing secretly, my heart was trembling slightly, I couldn't hold it anymore.Alas, I sighed and put my head down to digest.When he raised his head again, he found that he was gone in the hall, only a few lamas were left to continue to meditate.

"Where are people?" I asked to myself, and looked around, but found nothing.Just as he was about to lift his foot to leave, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.