Baima Weiyang

The huge lecture hall is empty, surrounded by mahogany pillars, because it is on the highest floor, the lighting is good.I walked carefully on the terrazzo-like smooth Aga ground, glanced around, only to find that he was sitting on the mat with his eyelids slightly closed.I walked in the direction of his side profile, and seeing his handsome side profile getting bigger and bigger, my heart beat palpitatingly.

Not only can you have intimate contact with idols, but also evolve your mind.What are you doing so nervous about such a good thing?I patted my chest hard twice, forcing myself to calm down, just listening to him talk about Buddhist scriptures, nothing else.What do I have to be afraid of... He was desperately trying to comfort himself, when he suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and saluted me with folded hands.I jumped nervously and quickly bowed my head in return.

"Sit down." He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the pad on the ground.I quickly sat down, thought about it carefully, and decided to imitate his appearance and try hard to sit cross-legged, but as a result, I heard a "click" of my joints.

He froze for a moment, and looked over in surprise.I quickly relaxed my legs and pretended to be okay.He didn't care, and went straight to find the scriptures.I couldn't help reaching out and rubbing the joints of my feet, it was really painful.

"Do you want the ones in Tibetan or Chinese?" His voice came over, and it was as melodious as a rhythmic stone, and there was a slight echo in the huge lecture hall.

"It's in Tibetan." I picked one at random.Because it really doesn't make a difference to me.Classical Chinese can still barely understand the meaning, but Buddhist scriptures... In fact, no matter whether it is Tibetan or Chinese, one thing is the same for me, that is, I can't understand it.

I touched the scriptures and thought about the material of the paper, it seems to be Ajiao Jiajiao paper.I heard that this kind of paper can prevent moths and rats from biting, and it will not rot for a long time. It is the most suitable for printing scriptures.

He looked down at me and began to speak.To be honest, I really didn't understand half a sentence, but what he said seemed to be the Prajna part of "Kanjur".

From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of him walking back and forth beside me, and his unique aura always slapped me lightly and heavily.There is already a certain idea in my heart that is about to move, and I have been trying my best to restrain it, but... I finally couldn't bear the temptation and raised my head.

He was concentrating on speaking the scriptures, and the occasional movement of his brows and sideways movements carried a charm that people couldn't take their eyes off.Now that he has been canonized by the imperial court, he is already enthroned, and Dale Khan is still in office. After a rough calculation, he should be about sixteen or seventeen years old.The appearance is very tender, but the kind of breath exuding from the whole body is something that people of this age do not have.After all, it is a soul boy, how can it be the same as an ordinary person.

Feeling a little funny in my heart, I went to look at him carefully.I observed him almost 360 degrees from all directions, and my eyes turned back and forth in the room with his figure.His complexion is much fairer than that of ordinary Tibetans, which makes his facial features even more handsome. He is really handsome.I couldn't help shaking my head and sighing, this kind of appearance, this kind of talent, but I have the identity of a lama.

"It's time to turn the page." He looked at the scriptures, but spoke to me.I was taken aback, and turned a page, but my eyes still followed him.With his IQ, of course he wouldn't be ignorant that I was looking at him, but he pretended not to be ignorant, so I can watch it with confidence.

After a while, I finally couldn't hold my straight eyelids.Taking advantage of the time to bow your head and turn the pages, take a short break.But he stopped suddenly, and there was no movement around him. I looked up strangely, and saw him staring at me patiently, "I heard that you came to listen to my lecture?"

I was taken aback, what did I hear... I rolled my eyes, but facing his magnified handsome face, I couldn't think at all.After a moment of silence, I lowered my head and said vaguely, "It seems so."

As soon as the words fell, I felt the breath of the person in front of me change, "Like?" I raised my head to look at him, but what I met was that slightly frowning brow.He stared at me with bright eyes, "Is there something on my face?"

"Eh?" I was taken aback, a little confused, "Let me take a look for you." As I spoke, I swept his face subconsciously.Pursing the corner of his mouth and shaking his head at him, Cangyang Gyatso's expression became inexplicably complicated.

I moved closer to him, "What?"

He looked at me, and there was a hint of inquiry in his clear eyes, "Why do you keep staring at me?"

There was a lump in my throat, and my face turned pale.Just now he deliberately played sloppy eyes, but this time he couldn't avoid it no matter what.After hesitating for a long time, I mumbled and said, "Master... don't you think I'm pretty?"

He was obviously a little speechless to my answer, "There are many people with good appearance, don't you just stare at each other?"

When I heard that, my face turned red immediately.But after chewing these words over and over again, he could hear a little immodestness.No longer guessing, I simply shook my head seriously, "No. Among the good-looking people I have met, the master is the most beautiful."

Cangyang Gyatso still looked as usual, neither sad nor happy, but his pretty brows frowned again.I looked at him for a while, and he suddenly reprimanded in a low voice, "Look down and read."

I glanced at him, then sighed, "Oh."

He picked up the scriptures again, and read them seriously, "Shariputra, the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing."

The sound like a rhythmic stone entered my ears, and I seemed to be bewitched again.Stealthily raised his eyes, the slender face came into view, and the tide in his heart suddenly swayed.While staring blankly, Cangyang Gyatso glanced at me inadvertently, I quickly lowered my head and raised my eyebrows to pretend to be studying hard.

He turned his eyes back to the book, and the scriptures in his mouth were still incessant, "Dharma is the shadow of the mind, and it is the interdependent origination of the mind. Without form, there is no mind and nothing. Therefore, everything does not arise by itself, does not arise from others, does not coexist, and does not arise without a cause. Fruits come from cause, and there is no result without cause. Nothing is born, although there is form, it is born but not born..."

His faint interpretation of the scriptures echoed in my ears, and I didn't dare to look up frequently. I could only cross my legs motionless and maintain this position for nearly an hour.When he finally came out, his legs were so numb that he couldn't straighten it, and he felt light and light as if he had lost his center of gravity, but he still had to limping out under his farewell gaze.