Wu Xie knew that the stuffy oil bottle was to meet the woman in this temple.

It is said that the woman's time in the temple was much, much longer than the stuffy oil bottle, which was excavated under the ice of the sea of flowers. The woman did not fall there and die, but was buried in the frozen tomb.

Nanga Bavari only has a sea of hidden flowers in the shady pit, where there are many black shadows in the ice, it is said to be a tribal mausoleum, only the lama of this temple knows the existence of that place, this is another ancient building of the Zhang family.

You can only get to that place by entering the mountain in July every year and trekking for a month. The shadows were buried deep in the ice, and the Masters only went in once every ten years.

This time, it was a coincidence that Wu Xie had followed the wisest master in the monastery to this place, and watched it from afar, deeply engraved in his heart.

Wu Xie watched as the guru who went in brought out a frozen corpse, the woman was not dead, but she was not alive either.

She was placed in a room, she was a beautiful woman, her face was very white, not like the color of the Tibetans, she was carried into the room respectfully on a felt, and the whole time she seemed to be asleep and motionless.

No one has ever entered this room since, in this information world composed entirely of pheromones, Wu Xie only hurriedly saw the young stuffy oil bottle, and most of the time, Wu Xie saw this beautiful woman who was sleeping.

It wasn't until nine years later that the stuffy oil bottle came to this temple again, and Wu Xie suddenly realized that the stuffy oil bottle's fair skin and delicate facial features should be inherited from this beautiful woman. This sleeping beautiful woman should be the mother of the stuffy oil bottle.

It's just that the lamas didn't let him see this beautiful woman, and one of the lamas said the words to keep the stuffy oil bottle here for a year: You are like a stone, it makes no difference whether you see it or not.

Looking at the still faint expression of the stuffy oil bottle, Wu Xie knew that his heart was still touched. The stuffy oil bottle nodded, turned around and left, sat in the courtyard, and after the morning class, the little lama passed by the stuffy oil bottle that was endless, and asked: "Since you came here to find this woman named Baima, then you should have thought in your heart, why can't you carve anything up to now?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked at the relatively large stone in the pile of rubble he had chiseled, and did not answer.

The little lama was accustomed to his reaction, and said to himself: "Where did you come from, when you had the idea of coming here, and where did you start thinking, how can you say that you are a stone?" I really can't figure out what the teachers think. ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked at him, noncommittal.

He took a bite of the tsamba, set it aside and wrapped it carefully, and continued to beat the stones.

The little lama continued to look at him, and a blue-robed Tibetan came behind him.

This person is a craftsman invited by the temple, and the craftsman in the blue robe is the best, and their family has been passed down to the ninth generation, and the craftsmanship is still the same. The craftsman patted the little lama on the shoulder and told him not to disturb the stuffy oil bottle.

"He walked here aimlessly, and then suddenly he said the name." The craftsman told the little lama, "He didn't even know it was a name." ”

"Why did you come to the temple again? Is it broken here again? Or another stone has fallen from the mountain. ”

The craftsman whispered, "The master asked me to come and rest the beams and stoves behind that room. ”

"Which room?"