Baima Weiyang

The mountains in the distance are bare and yellow rocky soil is everywhere.A clear blue sky, with linear white clouds embroidered in the sky like lines.Between the lofty sky and the earth, there is only the Wind Horse Flag swaying in the wind.Like a picture scroll full of collector's spirit, this time the scenery is framed upright in a window frame.

With the windows of Kadan Nang Sai wide open, I calmly smell the mulberry smoke coming from outside the window.Even in Sunshine City, the wind at this moment is still a bit cold.Occasionally glancing outside the door, Danba still stood there uneasy.He has persuaded me to close the window several times, but after repeated refusals, he dare not say anything more.

Shaking the mani wheel in my hand, the small pendant rotates at a constant speed in the sun, which is a bit dazzling from time to time.He lowered his head and stared dully, feeling dizzy after staring for a long time.

"The purpose of turning the scriptures is to purify bad karma and accumulate merit. If you are so absent-minded, it will be disrespectful."

A familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears, I was taken aback, and immediately looked around.The desk with intricate patterns was still empty.My heart was cold, and I couldn't help but sighed.

Staring straight at the desk, I seemed to see Tsangyang Gyatso who was writing the six-character mantra with a bamboo pen with his head down, and saw that bony hand rolled up a small piece of paper and put it in the mani wheel, and then stretched out his hand Pass me.I raised my eyes and met that indifferent gaze, that handsome face, and just as I was about to stand up, that figure suddenly faded away.

I shook my head irritably, I couldn't remember how many times I had this illusion.I put the mani wheel in my arms, got up and walked to the window, looking down at the quiet courtyard, a scent of sunlight slowly penetrated into the tip of my nose.

On the day Cangyang Gyatso left, I was also standing in this position.Bend your legs, want to open your head to look down, but afraid of being discovered.It wasn't until he was gone that I stood up completely, and then stared at the gradually shrinking crimson figure like a wooden figure.

In the first three days after Tsangyang Gyatso left, I hardly thought about eating or drinking, and couldn't sleep at night.Danba, who was ordered to stay and take care of me, was in a hurry, but couldn't think of a way out.Later, it was me who was so hungry that my brain opened up.Started to eat normally and sleep normally.And today, Tsangyang Gyatso has been gone for half a month.

I only know that I have really experienced the feeling of living like a year, but I can't remember exactly how I got through this half a month.Feeling Tsangyang Gyatso's decision at that time, I didn't feel sad at all, but it was full of helplessness.

Firstly, a life that is too comfortable can easily make people lose their vigilance. After all, not everyone has the ability to be prepared for danger in times of peace.Furthermore, since Master □□ invited many times, and did not deliberately emphasize that it was his own intention, it must be that Diba did not know about it.What's more, master □□ is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao and has good conduct. He shouldn't connect with Diba to design me, right?

It was probably out of these two considerations that Tsangyang Gyatso decided to go to Shigatse to study Buddhist scriptures.As it turned out, all was well, at least for two weeks.

Tashi Pingcuo and Ngawang Rinchen left one after another, Danba was a monk, and I didn't know the rest of the monks and guards. I thought I would have no one to talk to during this time.Unexpectedly, on the day Cangyang Gyatso left, Danba brought Dorje to me.I haven't seen him for a long time, but he is actually wearing common clothes and his hair has grown a lot.

I was curious, but after asking, I found out that Dorji's ancestors were originally Han Chinese. My parents stayed in Tibet for several years, and finally moved to the land again, and now they decided to go back to Han to do business.In this way, Duoji was simply let go.

I am no longer a Buddhist disciple, but when Duoji saw me, he was two points more affectionate than before.I don't know if he understands my relationship with Tsangyang Gyatso, but in his eyes, I am still the Ajala who can teach him Chinese characters.Fortunately, Tsangyang Gyatso was thoughtful, otherwise I would be bored in Ganden Phodrang by myself, and I would really only be able to talk to the air.

Alas, it is really depressing to say.There were no advanced communication tools in ancient times, otherwise it would be nice to be able to send a text message to the master.Best of all, let the master send a selfie and come over to explain the lovesickness to me.Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing, just about to reach out for the mani wheel in my arms...

"Ajiala—" A crisp voice suddenly brought me back to my thoughts.Looking up and looking out the door, Dorje was running towards me excitedly. "Have you finished practicing calligraphy?" I stretched out my hand and pinched his face. I couldn't touch it because of my status before, but now I couldn't help rubbing it twice more.

"En. It's all finished. By the way, brother Danba gave me this just now." He touched his bosom for a while, then took out a yellow leather envelope, "He asked me to give it to Ajiala."

"A letter?" I was stunned, and I couldn't help being surprised, "Written by the master?" Dorje nodded uncertainly, "It should be, it is said to be from Tashilhunpo Monastery."

I quickly tore it apart, the handwriting was Cangyang Gyatso’s, it’s not too long, but why is it all in Tibetan?Knowing that I can't read it, and it's not like he doesn't know Chinese characters, this monk is really annoying sometimes.

"It's very windy outside, Dorji help Ajiala close the window." He then turned to close the window.I put all my heart and soul into the letter, and let him go.But after studying for a long time, I still found that I couldn't make a sentence.The Tibetan text is crooked, and Tsangyang Gyatso's writing is sloppy, so I can't guess it.I always thought that learning a language and practicing oral English would be enough, but now I realize that I was totally wrong.I am completely illiterate when it comes to writing, especially handwriting.

"Duoji, why don't you come and help me see what's written here?" There was nothing wrong with it, so I pulled Dorji over suspiciously.Dorje took the letter paper and was stunned after looking at it.

"What's wrong?" I couldn't help getting anxious. "Ajiala, this letter was written by my master." When I heard it, I was immediately disappointed, but I couldn't complain in front of Dorji, "Then look, what he wrote. "

Dorje nodded, stared at Cangyang Gyatso's wild grass for a while, and then said, "Master wants me to tell Ajiala that he will return to Drepung Monastery in three days."

"Really?!" I was ecstatic, "Did he say anything else?"

"Yes." Dorje paused, "The master also said that he knew that Ajiala could not read Tibetan and refused to study hard, so he wrote it to me directly. He also said that Ajiala should read more books. Don't be in a daze all day long." When I heard this, I immediately felt sour, although this person still looked down on me in the letter, but I have to admit that my miss for him has never faded.

"Ajiala?" Dorji couldn't help looking over me when he saw my blank expression. "Ah?" I was taken aback for a moment, and immediately came back to my senses, "That's all?"

"Well, the master didn't write much." Dorje folded the letter paper neatly and handed it back to me, "Ajala, Dorje wants to go for a walk." I squeezed the letter paper and patted him with a smile shoulder, "Well, then you go quickly. Be careful yourself, and have dinner together when you come back."

"Okay, I see." Duoji sucked his face and ran out in a hurry.Although he has practiced for several years, he is still a child by nature, and he has to go out for a stroll every evening.

In comparison, I was miserable.Before going out, Tsangyang Gyatso repeatedly told me to stay in Ganden Phodrang and try not to go out. Danba will take care of everything.However, although I don't like to be bored in the house, without Tsangyang Gyatso by my side, I always feel that I don't feel like doing anything.In the past half a month, I really did not leave home.

I thought that I would not go out for the remaining three days.

However, things are always unexpected.

Seeing that it was time for dinner, Danba ordered someone to bring the food over.I ate two pieces of shortbread pastry to fill my stomach, but now my son is not hungry at all.I simply sat at the table and read the Buddhist scriptures.But after waiting for a long time, Dorji did not come back.

It was already Xu time, and seeing the sky getting darker and darker, I couldn't help worrying.Although Duoji is playful, he is much more sensible than children of the same age.Usually at this time, he has already returned.

After asking Danba, he found out that the two guards who followed Dorji to protect him in the past did not come back either.As soon as I heard it, I couldn't sit still, so I hurried out of the gall bladder competition.But after searching Wangdui Woba, Dorji was not found.This is the place where he lives temporarily, if there is no such thing... I looked at the crooked copybook on the desk, and a feeling of ominousness suddenly surged up.

Because it has been delayed for some time, I can't help walking fast.Danba didn't dare to stop me, but ordered a few guards to go look for it together.

It was getting dark, and there were not many pilgrims in Drepung Monastery, and even the monks went back to their houses for evening classes.Empty places are easy to find, but also easy to disappoint.

Looking at the flames still beating in the mulberry furnace, my heart is so heavy that it is hard to describe.I almost searched the Drepung Monastery, but there was still no result.Dorje is no longer an ignorant child, and there are two guards watching over him, so it is impossible for him to get lost.But, who would catch an eleven or twelve-year-old child? !

I couldn't figure it out, I couldn't help shaking my head.The cold night wind blew, and there was a slight rubbing pain on the face.I looked at the Wanjia lights in the distance, and walked towards the back mountain with some hesitation.If there is no back mountain, you really have to go out of the boundaries of Drepung Monastery.In that case, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to find.I kept comforting myself all the way, but when I saw the darkness all over the mountains and plains, my heart still skipped a beat.

The back mountain was too big, so I ordered Danba to search separately.I took the guard's torch to illuminate, and I walked cautiously. Stones and soil kept rolling down under my feet, and I almost fell several times.Danba was worried about my safety, so he followed me closely.

"Duoji—" I raised my voice and shouted, but I never heard a response.After walking for a while, I felt that the wind was getting stronger, and even the flames on the handlebars were being pulled.I was about to stretch out my hand to shield the torch from the wind, but suddenly I tripped over something.

"Hiss..." Stretching out my hand to rub my sore knee, I quickly picked up the torch that fell on the ground.Fortunately, the torch was not extinguished, and when it was lifted into the air, the flames suddenly filled up.

I stretched out my hand to prop up the pile of rubble next to me, just about to borrow my strength, huh?What is this, there seems to be something behind the pile of rubble, but the back mountain has always been bare, and there is no grass at all.Could it be... I slowly stood up straight, and stretched out the torch towards the pile of rubble.My sight suddenly lit up, but when I saw it clearly, I was startled with a "ho".

It was a... human hand!

My heart was pounding, I calmed my breath, and boldly walked around behind the pile of rubble.Sure enough, it was the two guards.I knelt down and touched their breath with my hand. It seemed that they must have been knocked out.But what about the Dorji people?Then the light of the torch looked around, but still nothing.Forget it, let's take the two of them back first.

"Danba—" I turned my head, but there was no response. "Danba?" He called again tentatively, but there was still no response.My heart tightened, I was in a moment of anxiety and didn't pay attention, in fact, there was no movement behind me for a long time.What about Danba?With his loyalty, he will never leave me.Could it be...

"Danba?!" I took a few steps forward waving the torch, only to find that the guards were all scattered, and there was not even a figure with a torch around.Turning around to look at the guards who were still comatose beside the pile of rubble, he knew that with his own ability, there was absolutely no way to take them away.Since they were just knocked unconscious, there was no danger of their lives.

I made up my mind to ignore them, so I walked back.After walking a few steps, there was a pause. I looked back and forth a little uneasy, and looked around with the fading light of the fire.

The surrounding area was still pitch black, except for the sound of the wind, the only sound was the hissing of the torches burning.The two voices mixed together, but created a gloomy atmosphere.Even though I have become extremely calm, I still don't know what pace I should use to move forward.The slower I walked, the more confused I felt, and the faster I walked, I was afraid of disturbing anything.

Although he didn't know where the other party was, there was definitely someone hidden in the darkness.The purpose of arresting Dorje is to lure me out.Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling angry.

My heart froze, I simply threw the torch, and ran wildly without direction.But after all, I still overestimated myself.After running a few steps, I felt a pain in my neck, and my consciousness was split like a rope.