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In the State Administration of Religious Affairs in Yanjing City, the atmosphere has been a little strange these days.

There is no other reason, the plateau living Buddha and the chief lama who has been active abroad, I don't know where the cramps are, and he actually sent a Dharma King named Dorjee to Beijing for a meeting.

Intriguingly, the official has also been quite cautious and low-key about this.

Since his arrival in Beijing, His Holiness Dorjee has been received by the Religious Affairs Administration, holding banquets and celebrations every day, but apart from this, no other important leaders of the foreign affairs department and the interior department have appeared.

Today is the fourth day of His Holiness Dorjee's visit to Beijing, and in the evening, after a small welcome banquet led by the Religious Affairs Bureau and attended by the Buddhist community in Beijing, the tall and thin Venerable Dorjee returned to the hotel with an unhappy face, accompanied by two entourage.

As soon as he entered the room, the gloomy unhappiness on King Dorjee's face that had been deliberately disguised immediately vanished, and a relaxed and smug smile appeared on his cheeks.

"They're obviously deliberately drying us, and you can still laugh at it."

This room in the hotel seems to have been specially furnished, full of the strange atmosphere of the plateau. In the midst of Tibetan incense, a sturdy girl with flat facial features sat upright, wearing a yellow robe that only people of a special level could wear.

At first glance, the burly and ordinary-looking girl who had just spoken seemed to be no different from an ordinary sturdy peasant girl, but on closer inspection, especially the bright, deep, fierce eyes and slightly plateau-red skin, it still gave people a different feeling, that only the vast plateau and the cold white snow could create an incomparable vastness and wildness.

"Banren, don't care about this, after all, this time I came on the orders of the chief, and the political meeting is just a pretense, and the main purpose is to recapture the Golden Lotus Gabala that has been lost for hundreds of years in my Tantric Sect. They don't want to talk, and if they are really in a hurry to have a formal political meeting with us, it will be troublesome. ”

On the table in front of the plateau girl Ban Ren, there was a pot of pink red lotus flowers, and two bowls of white and thick butter tea.

A trace of cold murderous intent flashed in Ban Ren's eyes, his eyes swept over the throat of King Dorjee, he exhaled, and snorted disdainfully: "I don't understand you old men, a broken bowl made of dead people's skulls, snatched and robbed for hundreds of years, and still snatched it back to use it to hold water to drink, saying what can eliminate all the filth in the world, it is really ridiculous, this itself is the greatest filth......

"Banren!" His Holiness Dorjee glared angrily and said excitedly: "The Gabala bowl is an important instrument that must be used when I hold the empowerment ceremony in my Tantra, in the Gabala bowl is filled with Dharma water and Dharma wine, and when I transmit the Dharma and empowerment and other Dharma activities, my Tantric Master will drip the water or wine in the bowl on the head and palm of the recipient for blessings, which can make people quickly wash away all the scum and filth of the body and mind, 'Gabala' is the transliteration of the Sanskrit skull, which means to protect the music, and is a symbol of great compassion and emptiness. ”

"Hmph, no matter how nice it sounds, it's not made of a dead man's skull?"

"Banren! Don't talk nonsense! His Holiness Dorjee blushed and trembled all over, "That's not an ordinary person's skull, only a monk who has attained cultivation is qualified, no less than a human bone relic." The Gabala bowl we are looking for is the most sacred of them, and it is made of the skull of the only twelve-petal golden lotus living Buddha in the history of my tantric sect, which is the only one in the world, and it is the treasure of my tantric sect. According to legend, this golden lotus Gabala is also equipped with a gold cover, engraved with lotus petals, entwined branches and flowers and eight treasure patterns, the edge of the cover is inlaid with turquoise and jewelry, and each side of the pedestal has a King Kong human head, and the rest of the body is carved with a leaf pattern ......"

"Needless to say, I don't care what kind of golden lotus gabala you have, I just need to find my woman, let's go our own way!"

Ban Ren was tired of hearing this, waved his hand, and said impatiently.

"Banren, how can you ......," King Dorjee said with an ugly face.

"Why can't I?" The girl Banren stood up, her eyes shining, and said, "Don't think I don't know, my Tibetan Buddhism belongs to Mahayana Buddhism, which is different from those Theravada Buddhism that focuses on self-liberation, Mahayana Buddhism emphasizes altruism, benefits the public, and has fewer rules and precepts. He could, and so could I! Why do you think I came all the way to Yanjing with you, in order to protect you, or did I come with you to find that Golden Lotus Gabala? I'm just going to take the woman I think I'm going to take home and marry her......"

"Banren, no! The girl we met in Nepal, I inquired after I came here, she is not from an ordinary family, and you will get into a lot of trouble if you do this......"

"You're enough—"

Ban Ren suddenly snorted, slammed the table, the marble-clad metal edge of the heavy long table of no less than two hundred catties, bang, violently trembled, in the place where her palm struck, showing a clear palm print slightly larger than her own palm, a few moments, the marble table top cracked like a field that had not been rained for a long time, and then fell to the ground with a bang, turning into a pile of gravel.

"Tantric Mahamudra? Ban Ren ...... What do you want to do? His Holiness Dorjee couldn't help but shudder and took a step back.

"Don't think that because you were my doctrinal teacher, you can point me to the next thing! Tell you, don't forget your own identity, otherwise, sooner or later I will kill you with my own hands! Ban Ren smiled indifferently, and the sharpness in his eyes was like a goshawk in the sky high in the snowfield.

"Yes. Ban Ren ...... Princess. ”

His Holiness Dorjee's complexion changed several times, and he finally knelt down reluctantly.

Although it is said that Ban Ren is the biological daughter of the chief Grand Lama, strictly speaking, she is a real princess, but now this branch has long been declining, and the chief Grand Lama himself is barely supporting with the support of other countries.

"Hmph." Ban Ren flicked his sleeves with a cold face, and turned to walk to the door.

"Clean up these things on the ground, and I'm going out to see my woman."