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His face darkened. It was dark and gloomy, and it could be seen from the high raised cheekbones that his face was covered with skin, his eyes were slightly closed, as if they were open and closed, his eyebrows were long, his eyelids were actually bulging, and a pair of eyeballs below were still there.

The corpse was surrounded by a pile of fresh, colorful ribbons wrapped around his body, and the old man seemed to walk extremely peacefully.

Barso knelt down in front of the bed of corpses, his hands folded, his eyes red. He was trying his best to suppress his grief. He kowtowed three times.

At this time, Qing Yu walked to the side of the corpse bed, looked at the old man who had died, and he knelt down with a "poof" Supreme King Read the full text ();. Like Barsso, he also kowtowed three times.

Xie Ling said to the others, "We don't need to kowtow. The dead are great, so let's bow together. ”

Those of us stood in the back and bowed three times in respect. At this time, Shi Wensheng walked to the side of the corpse bed and gently reached out to touch the old man's body. Barso walked over, gently took his hand, shook his head and said, "Little friend, corpses are not to be touched. ”

Shi Wensheng pointed at the old man, and Douda's tears actually slipped out, and he sobbed and said, "This person is me." "Estimating the demon is surrounded by garbage.

Everyone looked at each other, although this scene was expected, but when it happened, they still felt so weird.

Barsow folded his hands together at us: "Everyone. You are looking for the Guru's footprints, and now you have seen them. The old man in front of me is the previous Dzonggchen Madrup Rinpoche, who has been dead for five years. I, as his mind, and the other lamas in the monastery did not have a dream about his reincarnation, no enlightenment from any wisdom, no sign that the guru had been reincarnated. I don't know where you came from and what your purpose is with such a child, but one thing is for sure, the Guru is not reincarnated, this child is not his reincarnated spirit child. ”

Qing Yu wanted to say something, but he held back his anger: "Let's not talk here, what is there to go out and say." ”

Everyone came out of this white building, and now they know that this is the place dedicated to the body of the Guru.

When we came outside, Qing Yu was polite: "Young man, how old are you this year?" ”

"Twenty-one years old. Popular remenxs." "Ten years ago, I followed the Guru and was his disciple and his most faithful attendant. ”

Qing Yu said: "You have followed the guru for ten years, do you know how many years I have followed the guru?" Hundreds of years ago, I practiced with my teacher in my previous life. ”

Barso looked at him, expressionless and noncommittal.

Qing Yu pulled Shi Wensheng and said, "This is the child that I have worked so hard to find, and he is the reincarnation of Dzongchen Madrup Rinpoche after his death. If you dream that you can't do the revelation of reincarnation, it means that your practice is not enough, it doesn't mean that the guru has not been reincarnated on the bar of the bad queen motherRead the full text ();. ”

"Senior brother is taught." "Well, since he is the reincarnation of the Guru, we will arrange a certification ceremony. ”

"Please." Qing Yu sneered.

Barso stopped talking and led us down the dirt slope and back to the temple.

A special lama received us and led us to a large prayer hall. This prayer hall is cleverly designed, with carved lattices on all sides, no windows, and is extremely transparent, allowing sunlight to shine in from any angle. Inside, a dark gold statue is enshrined, and a few pieces of felt hang on the walls, wafting with a faint scent.

Four young lamas sit in the corner of the prayer hall in the faint sunlight, sketching sand paintings of the most mysterious concepts in Tibetan Buddhism with colorful sand. These four people were very attentive and reverent, and even when we outsiders came, none of them looked up and still worked attentively.

In such an atmosphere, we all consciously did not speak loudly.

Cai Yucheng looked at the dark golden statue and asked softly, "Who is this?" ”

Xie Ling glanced at it and said, "It should be Tsongkhapa, the founder of the Yellow Sect." ”

"Yes, it's Lama Tsongkhapa." Qing Yu tiptoed over, came to the shrine, knelt on the ground respectfully, and kowtowed three times.

Shi Wensheng felt from his heart, he also walked over, knelt down side by side with Qing Yu, and kowtowed three times.

Suddenly, a copper chime sounded, and two old lamas came out from behind the scripture hall. The two lamas were estimated to be in their sixties, wearing red monk's robes, no hats, and bald heads. The old lama's face was full of wrinkles, like a knife and an axe, and it was extremely vicissitudes, especially the eyes, which were deep and waveless.

The old lama was followed by Basso. It seems that these two old lamas should be the senior monks he invited out of the temple.

The three of us walked out, and we all greeted us. The old lama gave a salute, and we quickly learned to return the salute.

The old lama at the head of the group actually spoke in a very deep Chinese: "Hello, I am Zimba Poken, a lama in the monastery, and a friend of Dzongpo Madrup Rinpoche before his death. A few friends, you have traveled thousands of miles to bring the reincarnation of his old man's spirit child, thank you very much. However, according to the regulations of our sect, there is a series of complicated certification ceremonies before his identity can be determined. ”

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The old lama Zimbapoken swept around us, his gaze was very quiet and deep, and when he saw me, my heart was warm for no reason. It seems that it is a supreme honor for him to look at you more.

"A few are not mortals." Zimba Poken sighed, turned back to Basuo and another old lama and said, "These people didn't appear here for no reason, maybe they really have a deep relationship with this monastery." ”

He waved at Swenson, and the child walked over slowly, tilting his head to look at him.

Zimba Boken touched his little brain: "This child has a Buddha fate, even if he is not the reincarnation of Rinpoche, he can stay in the monastery and practice if he wants." ”

Qing Yu said: "Excuse me, if you can't even identify whether he is the reincarnation of the master, it doesn't matter if this temple doesn't come." ”

Zimba Pocken looked at him, smiled faintly, and did not engage in a battle of words. He whispered to Basso, who hurried down.

Everyone knew that something was going to happen, but the two old lamas didn't speak, so we had to keep silent, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

After a short time, suddenly a bell rang outside, and everyone looked back. There was a wooden door open on the east side of this prayer hall, and there was a long corridor outside, and I saw an old man walking slowly from the end of the corridor.

When we saw this old man, we were all stunned, he was not dressed like a lama, he was simply a beggar. The clothes on his body are torn, I don't know how many years he has been wearing, his hair is long and messy, his face is full of stains, especially a pair of feet, his pants have been torn into strips, revealing a pair of dirty feet without shoes.

The old beggar, with a long stick and a bag on his back, walked very steadily, unhurriedly, and slowly approached from that end.

Don't look at him as a beggar, but he has a bearing of looking down on the world, and there are passing lamas around him, who have made way for him. It's not so much respect, it's like being afraid, afraid to get close to him, and I don't know why.

With each step, he paused for a moment, and the head of the stick was strung with bells, and it jingled.

The old beggar walked to the front of the prayer hall and did not come in, but unloaded the bag behind his back, slowly opened it, and took out something from it.

What he took out were four dark purple bowls, and they were lined up in a line, and the star daddy please admit the full text read ();. The sunlight shines from outside, and the reflection of each bowl is different, some are glowing with strong light, while others are dark and colorless. Behind the old beggar was a group of young lamas, who were watching curiously.

The old beggar stood up, did not speak, and made an extremely elegant gesture, indicating "please".

We looked at each other, and Cai Yucheng asked in a low voice, "What does this mean?" ”

But no one answered him. The two old lamas lowered their eyes slightly, and Ba Suo also folded his hands and couldn't see his expressions clearly. Qing Yu and Xie Ling must know what was going on, but they didn't say anything, and the atmosphere was very weird.

Swenson sucked his fingers and looked at us, and then at the old lama. It dawned on me that no one was going to give this child any instructions, and that what he was doing had to be done from the heart and on his own.

Xie Ling and Qing Yu both understood the mystery here, and they chose to be silent.

Swensheng walked around us twice, sucking his fingers all the time, no one spoke in the scripture hall, and although there were many lamas surrounding the corridor outside, there was no sound. Only the four lamas with sand paintings made the sound of "rustling" the sand.

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Cai Yucheng was very anxious, he could bear his grandfather's life, he kept rubbing his teeth, and looked at Shi Wensheng hopefully.

Swenson sucked his fingers, and suddenly several butterflies flew to the door panel, and he ran over frantically, shouting, "Little butterfly, I want a little butterfly." ”

A smile appeared on Barsso's face, and he shook his head slightly: "Friends, it seems that this kid is not. I'm tired of you being so attentive, and it's come all the way. ”

Qing Yu sneered: "It should be, it will always be." ”

At this moment, a colorful butterfly flew and flew and landed on a bowl. This bowl seems to be made of copper, dazzling and shiny, revealing a very delicate material atmosphere. Butterflies flutter around the edge of the bowl.

Swenson ran over and reached out to grab the butterfly.

"It's broken." Cai Yucheng, who already understood what was going on, whispered: "He chose the wrong one." ”

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