Xiao Gao and Lao Hong, following their own leaders, drove bravely to catch up, drove at a high speed that only racers have on the winding mountain road, and finally hung behind the dozen masters and rushed to Ganzhu Temple.

Naturally, they couldn't get in, broke out in a cold sweat, and got out of the car panting.

Xiao Gao exhaled and frowned: "How can a group of old guys with an average age of eighty not be afraid of crooking their waists when they walk so fast." ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw the last old monk who was welcomed in front of him look back at him.

Little Gordon shut up, and for some reason he was afraid.

Lao Hong glanced at him: "You don't know whether you live or die, and you dare to say anything." ”

Before the words fell, Qin Sheng trotted all the way from behind, ran to the front, leaned over and patted Xiao Gao's shoulder, and said with a smile: "What can't be said, I also want to complain, they are fast, they can't be free, and there is still an interest in the competition, but look at me, how miserable I am, I know that child labor is exploited." ”

He was a little miserable, with a mess of things stacked on his back, and he sank to death when he looked at it.

Xiao Gao: "......"

Qin Sheng didn't want Xiao Gao to comfort him anything, and rushed away like a smoke.

Qin Ji followed, a little shy, and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, my brother's temperament is a little jumpy." ”

"It's okay, it's okay."

What else can they say?

I could only watch Qin Sheng and Qin Ji trotting all the way, panting into the gate of Ganzhu Temple.

When the two of them entered, they said a few words to the little novice at the door, and after a while, two monks came out, saluted, and said with a smile: "A few laymen, the weather is getting worse and worse, please drink two teas in the temple." ”

Several people from the Religious Affairs Bureau looked at each other, but they still followed up honestly in the temple.

As soon as Xiao Gao entered the temple, he couldn't help but be curious, in fact, there are still more Tibetans in their bureau, but he is a Han Chinese.

Don't look at Shun Shundang coming in, filling his mind with a bunch of things, but in fact, he is half-skeptical about religion, and the part of doubt is even greater.

The colleagues in the bureau were all chattering, which made him always feel out of place.

Lao Hong got close to him, and when he saw him in such a state, he was not anxious for him, but always laughed at him mysteriously: "Don't worry, you have been in for less than a year, I guess, in another year and a half, you will be able to integrate into the seniors." ”

After thinking about it, entering the temple gate, the monks pointed them out, and slowly walked behind those masters, Lao Hong instantly became serious, his expression was solemn, and he lowered his voice: "Don't talk nonsense, don't move around, from now on, you have eyes and no mouth." ”

Gordon Jr. was a little nervous, but he tried to be more professional. Silently recited three sentences - everything is in line with the leader.

The people from the Sect Bureau came over, but Fang Xiao and the others just glanced at it and didn't pay too much attention to it.

The wind and sand swirled and danced.

Fang Ruohua felt that there was something different in Ganzhu Temple.

The main hall is still the main hall.

The monks are still the monks.

Sanskrit sounds are still there.

But that strange, reassuring, comfortable feeling, and that aura of being out of the world and not in the red dust, seems to have gradually faded.

This Ganzhu Temple seems to be beginning to lose some of its own qualities, and if you want to raise it back, I am afraid that you will have to meet the opportunity again.

Fang Xiao stopped and looked up at the two Bodhi trees in the yard, the trees were not very old, they were planted by the Samba Living Buddha when he was twenty years old, and now they are lush on the outside and depressed on the inside.

However, there is still life.

The Buddha incense in the hall was bursting, stained with clothes, and Fang Ruohua and his party also entered the temple and put on incense.

The three candidate reincarnated spirit children were all watched by people in the room of Kang Village, and several children did seem to have Buddha fate, with broad foreheads, big and thick earlobes, and they didn't like to cry, and they laughed when they met people.

Fang Xiao took Fang Ruohua and a few juniors over to take a look, and said a few words to a few lamas, and without saying much, he was stopped by the Great Khenpo: "Master Fang, the hour is almost up, go to Rinpoche." ”

Seeing that Fang Xiao responded, he said a few words to a few little novices who took care of the spirit child, and the little novice went out with the child in his arms.

Samba Living Buddha lived for more than 100 years, and stayed in Ganzhu Temple for nearly 100 years, but the place where he lived was not simple or solemn, but very life-like, floor-to-ceiling windows, antique beds, and a mess of Go and teapots on the coffee table.

The red thick carpet, there are two root carvings in the corner, Fang Ruohua glanced twice, the carved is about a Buddha statue, but the lines are blurred, the shape is not beautiful at all, uh, it is really unsightly, who is so bold to dare to sell this kind of thing to Sampa Rinpoche?

Fang Xiao smiled: "No wonder he never let me into his house." ”

As he spoke, the Great Khenpo and several lamas were already sitting on the floor, and the little novice entered the door with the babies in turn.

The first little novice held the baby in one hand and pushed open the door with the other, deliberately holding the child higher.

"Master, I'm home."

The little novice said softly.

The baby giggled, turned his head around, and danced.

A big lama nodded, his expression mild: "It seems that there is a sense." ”

Everyone else smiled.

Here, the little novice stood with the baby in his arms, and the second little novice entered the door.

"Master, I'm home."

The baby didn't say a word, and the little novice took the child slowly around the house and walked to the east wall, where the baby suddenly grabbed the colorful hata hanging on the wall, and gently hooked the corners of his lips and laughed.

The Great Khenpo smiled and nodded, "Stand aside." ”

As for the third place, after entering the door, he did not say anything, and his treasure was solemn, and it could not be said that he was completely uninductive.

Several lamas sighed: "The items of the three selected Rinpoche are not too much different. ”

In fact, if there is one more and one less, it is impossible for them to determine the identity of the living Buddha completely according to these.

"I went to ask Yangcuo Rinpoche on the phone, but he didn't respond to me, otherwise I would have gone to a few more living Buddhas to ask for advice."

Fang Ruohua leaned against the window and looked out, a child who looked six or seven years old was surrounded by several small novices who were about the same age, and the children didn't speak, but they danced to make a few little novices laugh.

The surrounding monks only watched coldly when they saw it, and they didn't mean to stop it, after all, these were ordinary monks, but the child was personally selected by the big disciple of the Living Buddha, and the big disciple had already decided that this was the reincarnation of the Living Buddha of Samba.

"What's his name? Is Kelsang Dorjee yes? Is it the one that the Great Lama brought back? Fang Ruohua raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you let him come in and have a look." ”