Qin Lu smiled, shook his head and said nothing.

After a short time, some Tibetans in the village came to offer offerings, but only ordinary food.

Like barbecue, white porridge, roasted wheat, mixed vegetables, stir-fried vegetables, etc.

Thinking about the character of this Samba Nyima Living Buddha, the locals know it very well.

The meal was quickly put on the table, and Samba beckoned Ruohua to sit down together, "Xuezhai is here, make some vegetarian dishes for him, well, let's not drink." ”

Xue Zhai didn't mind, and said with a smile: "The little monk doesn't drink, but it doesn't hurt to watch the living Buddha drink it, today is the birthday of the living Buddha, and the living Buddha is happy." ”

"Oh? Don't you feel uncomfortable? ”

Samba smiled, stretched out his hand and tapped a little at the center of Xuezhai's eyebrows, and then tapped his heart.

"I remember thirty years ago, one of your uncles frowned when he saw me drinking, and he was still angry when I said a few words to him."

Xuezhai looked calm: "Uncle Shi said that Rinpoche is not young, and the altitude of Tibet is high, so drinking less alcohol is good for your health. ”

Sambaden laughed: "Good boy, your uncle must be very fond of you." ”

Qin Lu was about to lose his serious face, and the Living Buddha could say it easily, but at that time, the two great masters debated the scriptures in the dining hall for three days and three nights, which was quite a big scene!

Until now, the story of the great monk of the Baiyun Temple in many Buddhist temples in Tibet is still widely spread.

Rinpoche ate the table of food slowly, and Rinpoche ate it to his heart's content, taking care of the juniors from time to time.

Qin Lu was quite surprised, and couldn't help but persuade a few words later, saying that although this living Buddha is delicious, his restraint is also quite good, otherwise he is not a living Buddha, now that he is so old, his daily meals are getting less and less, and today's appetite is like this, he is worried that the living Buddha will hurt his stomach if he eats too much.

Rinpoche smiled and said with relief, "It's just a matter of eating once in a while, it doesn't matter. ”

As he spoke, a lama from outside came to report that he had sprinkled blessed water all over the village, pasted charms, and checked from house to house, and that the villagers had several serious injuries and needed to be recuperated, but they should be able to recuperate well.

No one mentioned the little girl from the Miao family in Yunnan, Azhu.

Although what happened in the village has nothing to do with her, she is the first person to find out that something is wrong, if it is reported to the temple at the first time, let the monks solve the golden silkworm, and then the matter of marrying the golden silkworm will not continue in the village for so long, maybe the Tibetans will die less.

If you are a person who is not so open-minded, it may not be possible to hate Azhu, but it is inevitable that there will be resentment.

But this group of lamas didn't even mention the whole story to the Tibetans around them, and if Azhu still wanted to continue living here, there would probably be no trouble finding her.

Sambanima nodded after hearing this, and said with a smile: "That's good, thank you to us Xiao Ruohua, if you weren't here, I'm afraid the situation in the village wouldn't be so easy to find." ”

Seeing his kind words, Fang Ruohua couldn't help but wonder: "Rinpoche, don't you know everything and do everything?" ”

The old living Buddha laughed loudly: "Has your father, Master Fang Xiao, ever been omnipotent? In terms of cultivation, he can be my teacher, but he can't do it, well, I don't embarrass myself. ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky outside and said softly, "No matter who brings evil into my village and kills our brothers and sisters, the Buddha will punish his ......."

As he spoke, he put his head to Fang Ruohua's ear, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "Xiao Ruohua, say hello to your father for me, and tell him that I am going to miss the appointment this time and can't listen to his teachings, but I also asked him to tell me the Fa next time, and I promised to give him a string of relics, but I decided not to give it to him now, give it to our Xiao Ruohua, and when the time comes, you can make a string of bracelets to wear, well, I will engrave the scriptures for you with my own hands." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Fang Ruohua to get down, and went back to the house to rest.

At this time, it was still early, but it was raining outside, Fang Ruohua didn't go out, and simply got together to fight, but it belonged to Wendou, Fang Ruohua didn't get involved, and he was the referee for them.

After playing in the treetops of the moon, everyone dispersed to sleep.

When he slept until dawn, Fang Ruohua suddenly woke up, pushed open the window and looked out, but saw that the sky was sunny after the rain, the sky was full of glow, and there was a large halo on the ground.

"Rinpoche!"

Fang Ruohua was stunned, and the fallen leaves of a tree were swept by the wind outside, sprinkling her all over her face, and a mournful cry came from outside the door, and then the chanting sound came faintly, getting higher and higher.

Qin Lu pushed the door in, his face pale: "...... Rinpoche passed away at 4:32 a.m. ”

Xue Zhai's expression was also slightly in a trance, and he called out the Buddha's name, and said softly: "Death and life at the same time, like reincarnation." ”

Fang Ruohua and his entourage cleaned their faces, and saw Samba Nyima sitting on the bed, looking serene, with one hand raised, pointing to the west.

Qin Lu lowered his voice: "The Living Buddha called his two disciples before he passed away, and now the two disciples are here, and they are about to transport his old man's body back for cremation." ”

Fang Ruohua nodded and didn't say anything.

As he spoke, the news spread, crying inside and outside the temple, and there were countless Tibetans and monks outside, lying on the ground, and there were crowds of people.

Fang Ruohua sighed, and there was a little sadness in her heart, although she didn't have any friendship with the Living Buddha, she had just eaten and laughed together, and the person who turned her head was gone, and there was something unpleasant in her heart.

The group also packed up their things and escorted them for some distance as the living Buddha's hearse departed.

Fifteen miles east of the back gate of Ganzhu Temple, there is a mountain, and the small villa of the Fang family is located on the top of the mountain.

Qin Sheng looked at the endless mountain road and panted: "My God, this road can't be wrong." ”

The road beneath your feet is winding and dangerous, and from a distance, the mountains are covered with snow and the scenery is indeed good, but it is not a developed mountain at all.

It is really inconvenient to set up a home in this kind of place, even if you can get electricity, water, gas and network, it is estimated that it will take half a day to buy vegetables, how can you live.

Fang Ruohua snorted, if possible, their family didn't want to settle down in the mountains, the question is where the house will fly, that is really only God knows, even Ms. Xu Lan didn't dare to predict in advance, what else could they do except adapt?

"There is a winding mountain road to the west, but if you take that road, it will take more than five hours, and it will only take half the time to walk this path, I think, we will not be afraid of the mountain road."

Fang Ruohua chuckled.

Qin Sheng and Qin Ji blinked, and they all smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, of course you're not afraid, let's go." ”

They also thought for a while, maybe Master Fang had set up his home on the top of the mountain, and Fang Ruohua had deliberately let them take the path, all of which had a deep meaning, maybe this was also a test.

If you want to be taught the secret method by others, you naturally have to be tested by your heart, and you don't even have to work hard, you just want the master of the family to pass on the Fa, how can there be such a good thing in the world.