She retreated step by step, and the fat man saw it, stood behind her, and blocked her retreat. She glanced back at the fat man and said to me, how did you know about the Living Buddha of Lobsanne? Who are you?

I quickly explained that I had brought my wife over for treatment. She shook her head in disbelief and glanced at Zhang Shan. The fat man behind him spoke, and the fat man said, My master and the Living Buddha of Lobsang know each other, so we came to find the Living Buddha to heal the disease.

Is it true that the girl said yes? We all nodded. Then she took out her phone, dialed a number, and said something in Tibetan. A few minutes later, twenty or thirty people came around, mostly men from the village, all with dicks in their hands. This sabre-rattling, it looks like a fight.

We let go of the girl and surrounded Zhang Shan in the middle. The girl walked out and spoke a few words of Tibetan to the leader. I asked the man in a low voice, what was she talking about? The man also whispered that the girl called and said that there were Han people who came to find the Living Buddha of Luosang, and just now she said to the leader that it was these Han people.

In fact, no matter how we explain it, we don't necessarily believe it in other people's land, so we don't keep silent. The man in the lead, in his fifties, had gray hair and was wearing a dark red lama garment, exposing his right arm. He exchanged a few words with his little sister and walked over together.

"How did you know the Living Buddha of Lobsang University?" The leader said a word, and the little sister translated a word.

"My master and the Living Buddha of Lobsang met many years ago, and they talked very happily." The fat man took a step forward and said.

"You lie, the Living Buddha of Lobsang is only known to the people of our village, and the people outside have never known about our Living Buddha of Lobsang Buddha." The leader continued.

"Yes, we are lying, my master just said that his name is Ganzi Gongbu Dorjee, and he will replenish people's souls, so we came over. The Living Buddha of Lausanne is what we asked the old people in the county. The fat man told the truth, and did not hide anything.

The leader listened, walked back to the crowd, discussed a few words with a few elderly people, and then said a few words of Tibetan to the crowd. The man whispered that he had told the crowd to disperse, and the rest would be handled by a few of their elders. Then the crowd dispersed. We are also relieved.

The leader came with the little sister, with a very serious face, and asked us to sit in the hall. A few half-old men stood around us. Then I saw the leader take out red paper and brushes, and the little sister came over with a very old oil lamp. The little sister asked, we answered, and the old man wrote it on paper. When he finished writing, he put the red paper in the palm of his hand, folded his hands, bowed his head and muttered a few words of Sanskrit, and burned the red paper on the oil lamp.

Jiang Ming whispered in my ear that he should have asked the lamp god to pass the word. The lamp god speaks? What the hell is this? Burn a note and the lamp god can spread the word? Can it still be like this? Then even the phone bill is saved?

Xiaomei found a larger red paper, spread it on the table, scooped a bowl of barley flour, sprinkled it evenly on the red paper, and then took out the bamboo slices and scraped them gently. After scraping, take a pearl earring from the ear and place it in the middle of the red paper.

Something even more amazing happened, we watched the pearl earrings move slowly, writing a bunch of unintelligible words on the flour, a bit like the font of my iron token, which should be Sanskrit. The leader, staring at the words, finally picked up the pearl earrings and returned them to Xiaomei, and asked Xiaomei to accept the red paper.

The leader spoke to us, and the little sister acted as the translator. He said that Guru Lobsang said that he did know a Han monk from the east more than ten years ago, and they talked a lot with each other, which broadened his horizons, and he only said to that Han monk called Ganzi Gongpo Dorjee, and if it was his descendant, he would take it to meet him, and he would go out tomorrow.

We all breathed a sigh of relief at his words, and the half-old men around us also took their leave. The leader said that his name was Lobsang Lundrup, or he could be called Lundrup, and that he was a disciple of Lausanne Guru, and that Lausanne was the surname given by the Guru.

The name of this Tibetan sounds very confusing, and it is difficult to remember. I recited it many times in my mind before I remembered the names of these Tibetans.

Lundrup told us that the identity of Guru Lobsang was known only to the Tibetans in Jiaju and Niejia Township, and that it was a secret of the Tibetans, and that it was never passed on to the outside world, let alone to the Han people, and that we would not tell it to others outside. We all nodded in agreement.

He saw that we were very sincere, so he said, you go back first, come early tomorrow morning, find Xiaomei to lead the way in, there are still 30 kilometers to the high top of the snow mountain line, drive 20 kilometers, and hike 10 kilometers. Going hiking? I looked back at Zhang Shan's thin body.

Lunzhu said that women can ride yaks. This is reassuring, several of us big men are cultivated, and we are not afraid of the cold at all. Let the man wait for us in the car tomorrow.

After saying goodbye to Lunzhu, we don't know if we call him a lama or a living Buddha or a teacher, so we just call him Lunzhu, we can't call him Uncle Lunzhu. Back at the hotel in the county, everyone had a small meeting.

I told the man, tomorrow the drive will come to the end, you wait for us for a day, and you will go back to the hotel if you don't see us coming back after dark. When we're done, we'll call you. If you don't see us come back for three days, you can go and do your job, and leave us alone.

The man was embarrassed and said, why did it take so long? It doesn't take three days to get a cure, right? I said that my wife's disease is a bit special, and I don't know when it will be cured. So tomorrow you wait until it gets dark and you don't see anyone and go back. Waiting for us at the hotel for three days, if you don't call, you can go about your work.

This man named Zhang Hai has a bad face. Jiang Ming comforted him, maybe he would be cured soon, and then let you send us to Chengdu for a flight. The man was happy. I told him to go back to his room and rest, and we went on with the meeting.

I looked back at Zhang Shan, who was watching TV, and told them that replenishing the soul is not a pot, and I don't know what the effect of looking for Master Lausanne this time is. Jiang Ming said take a look, we have no ill intentions, and I believe that Master Lausanne will not do anything to us. The fat man said, if we know the secret that no one knows, will we kill people?

Not really, right? Could it be that Guru Lausanne still has an ulterior secret? Forget it, let's not guess, let's wash and sleep. What should come will always come, and we still have the means to escape anyway. Besides, don't think so badly of others, do you?

When I got up in the morning, the man pulled us to the entrance of Jiaju Tibetan Village, where my little sister was already waiting. She got into the car and looked left and right, and sat next to Zhang Shan. Zhang Shan looked at her costume curiously, poked her hat with her fingers, and then smirked as she ate. Today, the little sister is dressed very grandly, which is considered a full costume, which is different from yesterday's simple dress.

The hat is a long black cloth embroidered with a colorful silk edge pattern around it, folded and placed on top of the head, called a "baja" (headband). The headbands are embroidered, and the corners are hung with flower tassels and braids. He wore a long suit with a shoulder shawl over his body, a pleated skirt at his waist, and boots. The hair is braided with headbands made of precious jewels such as coral and turquoise inlaid with navy silver.

Necklaces are mostly jewels and "gawu", such as the precious southern red agate, wearing earlobes and rings inlaid with silver jewelry, and bracelets are ivory rings and silver bracelets. Silver hanging bells on both sides of the waist, there is a silver bell when walking, crisp and pleasant.

It is said that the Tibetan dress that Kham Yizhihua married was valued at 300,000 yuan at that time. It is decorated with large pieces of high-quality turquoise and red coral, as well as old beeswax, dzi beads, and bone beads. This has been passed down for many generations.

Jiang Ming, the co-pilot, and the fat man next to me both turned their heads to look at Xiaomei. I said, little sister, did you wear all the clothes you got married? Xiaomei said that she was seeing the teacher today, and of course she had to be grand. Then he instructed the man to drive to Gaoding Village. After a long drive, I arrived at a village with only a few households, which is Gaoding Village.

From here, we got out of the car and saw a Tibetan man waiting there with two yaks. Just say hello to Zhang Hai and ask him to wait, and we will come back as soon as possible.

This Tibetan man is also dressed very ceremoniously, wearing a fox fur hat, wearing a long suit (chuba), hanging coral beads on the top, a belt, wearing a waist knife, hanging "gawu" on his chest, wearing rings, bracelets, and wearing Tibetan boots on his feet, looking luxurious, rich and solemn.

It seems that the Tibetans have a lot of respect for Guru Lobsang and have to dress up for every meeting.

The Tibetan man took out two mink furs, put them on Xiaomei and Zhang Shan respectively, and helped them to get on the yak, without speaking, so he drove the yak to the snow-capped mountain line. The three of us men followed, Zhang Shan didn't see me, so she kept looking back, I hurried a few steps and walked next to Zhang Shan, she was relieved when she saw me.

This mink fur should be a very expensive clothes, the bottom layer is mink, and there is a circle of colorful waterfowl feathers outside, so it should be no problem to keep warm.

It's not easy to climb ten kilometers up the mountain, almost five thousand meters above sea level, and you have to pant for breath every step you take. The scenery along the road is good, looking at the snow-capped mountains in front of you, covered in silver, and there are tenacious weeds growing on the roadside. In the distance, hundreds of yaks can be seen grazing, and the yak's hair is more than a foot long. On such a cold day, you drive yaks out to graze?

It took three hours to reach a valley at noon, and in the distance I saw the colorful flags stretching from the top of a small tower against the hill. The Tibetan man said. Then he helped the two ladies down.

He just led the way, took back the mink and drove the yak away. When the Tibetan little girl saw the small tower, she knelt on the ground and bowed. We waited for her to bow down and then followed her to the White Pagoda. Coming to the front of the tower, the little sister greeted the inside in Tibetan, and after a while, the wooden door opened, and an old lama with snow-white hair came out to take a look, pointing at the fat man and beckoning.

The fat man followed, and the little sister was outside to accompany us. Zhang Shan held my hand tightly, and I could see the nervousness and uneasiness in her eyes. I patted her hand and motioned for her not to be nervous, and she leaned over to me.

Half an hour later, the fat man came out, his face could not be seen sad or happy, and he said to let Zhang Shan in. I patted Zhang Shan on the top of her head and said you go in, don't be afraid, the master will cure you. Zhang Shan reluctantly walked in and turned back three times in one step. I won't run, so let's get in.

I turned around and asked how the fat man was? The fat man said that the master was catching up with him, asked him about his master, and then asked Zhang Shan about his situation. said that he wanted to see Zhang Shan. The fat man was silent after speaking. We just stood quietly outside and waited.

After a while, Zhang Shan came out and threw herself into my arms, trembling all over. At the door, the guru motioned for Jiang Ming to come in, then the little sister of the collector, and finally me.

I walked into the White Tower, and it was very simple, except for a bed with a mattress, but there was a shrine on the wall, and there was nothing to cook in. There was an old oil lamp on the wall, which emitted a dim light that did not illuminate the surroundings at all.

"Hello, young man. Your name is Chen Daheng? "The guru sat in front of the shrine and asked me without raising his head, speaking in a low and slow voice.

"Hello, Master Lausanne, I am Chen Daheng." I bowed to my senior teacher with a fist.