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Needless to ask, three-year-olds have heard of this.? Huo Ran?Wen ??? ??? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ ?ｅ?ｎ?ａ`ｃ?ｏ?ｍ

Not to mention two, didn't all ten of them shoot nine out of ten? The two thought to themselves, and suddenly felt that this story seemed very familiar. Very familiar, of course, this is certainly not heard from the mouth of the nurse, who listened?

The matter was settled, and the two senior brothers turned into the guards of the little Taoist. In the end, he followed Shi Duguan back to the capital and returned to the army. After returning to his old job, this year's travel has become the happiest existence in his memory.

When I arrived in Litang, Xia Qing, who was the most disappointed, was far from Litang in her previous life, and she didn't have the feeling of pilgrimage when she went by herself. Thinking of her previous life, Xia Qing was a little speechless. Yes, a person can be idiotic enough to only know that a monk can write love poems, feel so heretical, find a read, feel quite able to pluck his heartstrings, very spiritual resonance, for this completely extraordinary monk, very good, and then memorize all his poems, because there is very little time, it is already a miracle to be able to read poetry, naturally will not study the author's life, and later, until a few months before his death, he went to Tibet to know that this person is not a simple monk, but in Tibetan Buddhism, a pivotal living Buddha. and then his poems and his life are coherent together, and he is full of emotion...... It is one of the gains of my trip to Tibet.

At this time, when I walked to Litang at this time with history, I found that it seemed to be really idealized. Litang means a grass dam that is as flat as a mirror, flat is flat, there is no road in the previous life, Xia Qing rode in and was circled,

"I'll take a look, what about you?" Fei Wu wants to enter Litang Temple, Xia Qing also entered in the previous life, but it is definitely not like this, looking at the prayer flags outside the temple from a distance, the golden roof, this largest Huangjiao temple in Kangnan, Xia Qing stopped inexplicably,

In fact, in terms of the time in Xia Qing's memory, entering this temple was only three or four years ago, Xia Qing still did not forget the various types of gold-plated bronze statues of Sakyamuni treasured in the temple, Buddhist scriptures, as well as the saddles used by the three living Buddhas, and the murals of the Ming and Qing dynasties...... The two in the impression of Feiwu's face became one, and Xia Qing slowly closed her eyes, wanting to shake away all the unpleasantness in her mind.

It's this posture, it's such a look, of course, the words that come out of this mouth are different, because the dress is also different.

"Go ahead, I suppose, it's time for us to part!"

"......" Feiwu watched Xia Qing pick up a stone at her feet, and gently rested it on the Duobang (Mani pile) beside her, without saying a word. He also knew that the two of them couldn't live like this for long. When they parted, it was actually much later.

"Sending you a thousand miles, you must say goodbye in the end...... Junsen, you have to take care. ”

"Can we see each other again? I hope that the first person I will see when I put on the lama clothes you prepared for me will be you ......."

"I'm not her...... Here, too, is not my hometown. ”

"I know, here, it's the dust of the previous life......"

"You shouldn't come here, here is the ...... of the Three Living Buddhas"

"I'm just a pilgrimage. Since then, there has been no more enlightenment in the world. Without looking back, he walked in.

Xia Qing wanted to leave, but ...... His feet were fixed on the ground, and time passed so quickly, three hours, perhaps just a moment, and at the far temple gate, a young lama wearing a tall lama hat came. The breeze blows, the edge of the brand-new vestment, and the prayer flags on the top of the temple are waving in the wind, a monk and a layman, just a short distance away, silently looking at each other, for a long time the lama and tithe, carrying the prayer beads, then turned back.

This back is so decisive that Xia Qing is stunned, it's not like this, it's definitely not like this.

Xia Qing thought of that poem, in that life, I turned mountains and rivers to pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way. When I saw this poem, I was inexplicably moved, and even red-eyed, and when I thought about it, Xia Qing said to Steward Mu: "There is a sacred mountain in front, it seems to be called Zaga, let's go around......"

"However, the eldest lord is still in the camp in front ......"

"If he wants to go, he can go, if he doesn't want to, just wait, each has his own way to go, can he accompany me for the rest of my life?"

"It's really hard to say about the big master. ”

Everyone walked back to the place where Shi Duguan led the team to camp, and he always had to say a word before going to turn the mountain, Steward Mu knew something, but he couldn't figure it out, why was this? The master suddenly wanted to go to the mountain, this is the method of Lamaism.

"Turn the Divine Mountain, it's no problem, let's start tomorrow!"

Shi Duguan is dressed in Tibetan clothes, like an authentic local, of course, the local nobles, the Dutong Lord will not dress up as a common man. Xia Qing really wanted to laugh, this person really regarded himself as his daughter, there was such a ......

The next day, Xia Qing and the others all changed into local national costumes, packed up everything, and walked towards the sacred mountain......

Ten days later, the two former Ouchi guards who had been following Xia Qing, the senior brother and the second senior brother, found Xia Qing.

"County Lord, the master said, I'll leave this to you......"

Xia Qing couldn't help but be shocked when she saw it, this was the storage bag that Fei Wu hung on her body!

"How is this in your hands?"

"The master said, when you open it, you will understand. ”

Open it, so to speak, he actually gave up? Xia Qing was able to open it, took the bag, checked it with his divine sense, all the things were in it, Xia Qing prepared it for him, and the things that he thought could be used for three or five years were all in it, including three sets of magic robes, and what this person was wearing turned out to be ordinary lama clothes!

"Father, let's go back to Litang Temple!"

It's okay to practice, but if it's penance, how can this be done, and for forty years, what kind of thing it will become.

The horse galloped back, and went around the sacred mountain with his feet, and the horse turned back, and the ten-day road was only one day away.

In Litang Temple, the yellow crane is gone......

A strange lama stepped forward and handed Xia Qing a letter in unfamiliar handwriting......

"In the previous life, I did something wrong, and I came late in this life, but donor, rest assured, no matter what lies ahead, I will accompany my master, my living Buddha. Sanjay Gyatso (old right)"

Xia Qing stayed again, she didn't care that Shi Dutong was still by her side, she disappeared in a flash, and when she entered the Dharma House to find the master's father, she had to ask clearly.

"This is his life, his calamity, you know the past life and the next life, don't you understand?"

"But, why did he leave these ......" Xia Qing showed him the bag in his hand: "How does he live such a day?"

"Child, he has lived a life ten times more bitter than this, the ninth generation is the emperor, and the tenth generation has entered the Buddhist gate, this is not an ordinary calamity, the supreme and noble days are mixed with the most difficult life, such a contrast is his great calamity, don't you understand?"