18493471">(); "You will definitely be reincarnated. (No notice)" Qing Yu held Old Man Cai's hand tightly: "Wait for me, you must wait for me to come back!" ”

Old Man Cai looked at him, closed his eyes peacefully, and said with his last strength: "Go quickly." I don't know how long I'll be able to hold out. ”

Our itinerary was quickly set. The next destination is Nepal.

According to Qing Yu's memory, the place we are going to is in the Dochula Mountains, and the temple is there in the rich family's honey war, and the wife is limited to 99 days The latest chapter ();. This mountain range is in the central region of Nepal and is relatively inhospitable and rarely visited by foreign tourists.

The Cai family's efficiency is still very high, and our reincarnation team took Shi Wensheng and the bird on a long journey to Nepal.

Nepal is a relatively backward country in Asia, but it depends on how the Nepalese people live a leisurely life. It is known as the floating heaven. Nepal's national philosophy is somewhat similar to that of Bhutan, rather than pursuing ethereal GDP. It's better to keep some of the old traditions alive. They believe that ancient traditions and beliefs are the source of happiness for the common people.

After two days of trekking, we finally arrived in the Dochula Mountains. It is close to the foothills of the Himalayas, with majestic mountains, and you can see many white buildings with roofs and stupas in the distance.

Far from the city people, it is an idle village. To go deeper, it is not open to traffic, the Cai family hired a local guide named Duojia, Duojia is dark and short, does the work of a tour guide all the year round, and can speak English and Chinese proficiently. There was no problem with a simple communication with us.

We obeyed his arrangement, hired a mule team, carried supplies, and more importantly, pulled the child Swensheng, and the group swayed to the depths of the foothills.

The weather was nice and the local temperature was comfortable and sunny. You can see the mountains in the distance, most of which are white, covered by impregnable snow and ice all year round. Tell us that these snow-capped peaks are holy mountains in their eyes, the dwelling place of God. The temple we are going to, literally translated as the Kabu Noran Temple, is one of those holy mountains.

After two days of walking, whenever late night was approaching, we would go into a nearby village to rest. The local villagers were very hospitable, communicated with them and they made room for us to stay.

The living conditions of the local villagers are very poor, much like the life of the border people in the Tibetan areas in the 80s of the last century, the houses are antique, with a distinct religious atmosphere, and the surfaces are basically painted with red paint. [The novel] is a little ugly to look at, the room is a little dirty, and there is a pungent smell. The local villagers didn't care at all, invited us to a seat, and cooked for us to eat.

In this kind of environment, it's not that we're hypocritical, it's really that we can't eat. Not to mention that the local food is not to taste, the smell of the house alone can smoke people and lie down.

After two days, our mule team finally arrived at the Kabnoran temple at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

Just arrived at the mountain pass, I saw that there are a lot of prayer flags erected here, like a neat queue of honor guards, at a glance, there are any colors, prayer flags sound with the wind, quite a spectacular urban lone wolf ();. We are told that the monks of the temple should print the scriptures on the flags and hang them in places that they think are spiritual, and every time the flags are blown by the wind, it is equivalent to reciting the scriptures and receiving the protection of the gods and Buddhas.

At this time, the sun comes out, the light shines on the place where the mountains are full of steaming clouds, the white clouds and smoke are enveloped on the mountain, the river is murmuring, the stupa on the mountain is looming, and the five-colored prayer flags around are hunting and ringing, this qiē is simply like a dream.

In this fresh and thin air, on this high mountain that is as quiet as a paradise, this peaceful atmosphere can easily make a person feel strongly religious. There is a feeling of being quiet to the extreme, and becoming pure in the soul.

The bell on the mule's neck rang out, and our group walked down the mountain road, getting higher and higher, and began to see many monks and lamas. The lamas wore red robes, bald heads, and cloth shoes, and because they practiced in the mountains all year round, everyone's face showed a different kind of plateau red, and the skin was very rough. Their expressions are very sincere, with smiles on their faces, and whenever they see us, they will stop and say hello whenever they see us, and fold their hands to make a Buddha name.

We finally arrived in front of the legendary mountain temple, which was the place where Qing Yu and Shi Wensheng had practiced in their previous lives. The temple is quite magnificent, the size is large, it is built completely against the mountain, and when we look outside the door, the first building is the main hall and the huge playground roof, which is supposed to be the place where the whole temple is done.

Behind it is according to the mountain, all kinds of temple buildings built irregularly, connected and extended, relying on the stone steps carved along the mountain and the secret passage between the houses, closely connected, and slightly attached to the cliff. Facing the sun, the light shines on the top of the colorful building, and the clouds are steaming, and that feeling can instantly purify a layman.

Shi Wensheng and Qing Yu knelt at the door of the temple and worshiped the mountain temple together. The red-clad lamas gathered around us, young and old, all silent, curious at us strangers.

An elderly lama came over and hurriedly greeted him. Dorca said to us, "The old lama asked us what we were doing. ”

Qing Yu stood up, walked up to the lama, and actually communicated with the old man in a very proficient local language.

The old lama nodded, turned around and entered the temple.

We asked what was going on, and Qing Yu smiled: "I have lived here, and I have spent many lifetimes in Nepal, of course I know the language here." I told them that we had a deep affinity with Dzongchen Madrup Rinpoche to find his footsteps in the best student Xiuzhen Ji ();. ”

"Who is that Rinpoche?" Cai Yucheng asked curiously.

Qing Yu touched Shi Wensheng's head and said, "He is my first master, that is, Xiao Wensheng's previous life. ”

There's no need to hide the bird, Swenson named it. At this time, he stopped on my shoulder, blinking his little eyes and jumping around, sometimes flapping his wings, looking curiously at the mountain temple and the surrounding crowd.

Feng Liang held the camera and faithfully recorded what he saw in front of him.

At this time, a lama came out of the monastery, this is a very young man, he looks like he is in his early twenties, his figure is very standard, like an athlete. Not completely bald, with a short layer of hair stubble.

He walked up to us and asked in English, knowing that we were Chinese, he actually greeted us in Chinese: "Hello, I am a disciple of Dzongpo Mazhu Rinpoche, called Baso. It is said that you have a relationship with your guru? ”

Qing Yu looked at Shi Wensheng. Shi Wensheng is the reincarnation of the master, and now the reincarnated spirit boy is standing alive in front of this heart, and he doesn't even recognize it.

Swen's memories of his previous life were good and bad, and now he is an ordinary child. Seeing so many people, he was a little scared and shrank behind Qing Yu.

"Do you speak Chinese?" Xie Ling asked Ba Bab.

"I went to primary school in Tibet, and when I was very young, my master chose me to practice here. ”

Qing Yu said: "Here's the thing, we came here from China thousands of miles away because of this child in front of us. He has a deep relationship with Dzongcho Madrup Rinpoche. ”

Barso looked at Swenson, staring for a long time, Swenson was frightened by his look.

Baso and the old lama met and whispered a few words, and then motioned for us to enter the temple.

When we walked into the temple, the other lamas didn't look around, they all dispersed.

I suddenly remembered that Swenson had said that there was an older brother in red who was looking for him in Nepal. These lamas in front of them are all wearing red monk's robes, could they be people here?

I pulled Swensheng and told me about this matter, the latest chapter of the Seven Realms of the Seven Realms ();. Swenson pursed his lips and said, "I don't know, I've forgotten everything." "It looked like I was going to cry.

Barsow takes us through the playground and down a man-made path to a hillside behind.

The hillside was covered with colorful prayer flags, and we followed him upward. I don't know why, the higher I go, the more indescribable I feel, especially sad, and depressed. This feeling is the same as when I saw the dying old man Cai a few days ago, very sad, and a stinging sensation that went straight to my heart.

We came to the hillside, and everyone's faces were not good-looking, not because of the thin air, I believe they felt the same way as me, and there was a strange power in this place, which could make people feel sad and depressed.

On the hillside, surrounded by prayer flags, there was a strange white building, about two stories high, shaped like a minaret, surrounded by a corrugated foundation.

Prayer flags, torn from the spire of the building and pulled to the ground, picked up in the wind, and the banners danced with the wind, and the scriptures rippled in the air. Estimating the side irony.

Barso looked at the top of the tower reverently, his eyes revealing endless sadness and inspired anticipation. The atmosphere was sacred, and we watched quietly without making a sound.

Facing the building, Baso knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply, and then lay on the ground with his whole body, and actually made a five-body bow to the ground.

At this moment, from the back of the building came an old lama, with a wrinkled face, a dark face, and a different appearance from the lama below, with a yellow hat on his head.

Xie Ling raised the corners of his eyebrows and whispered to me: "Huang Baihong, it turns out that this is the Yellow Sect." ”

The old lama helped Paso up, and the two of them spoke quickly in the local dialect, and Paso turned to us and said, "The Guru Dzongdrup Madrup Rinpoche you are looking for is inside. Come with me. ”

We looked at each other and looked at Swenson together. What's going on? Is the Guru still alive? How come there is a reincarnated spirit child?

We followed Barsow to the back of the building, where a door was opened, and the door was full of fresh food. He led us in.

The building was a very narrow and dark space, and an old man was wrapped in a red coat and a red hat lying on a bed, with a red scarf covering half of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

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