Zhao Wou-Ki rushed around with Hua Gu's cold body in his arms, and the doctors in those medical halls shook their heads and sighed, looking at the gray-haired, unkempt man in front of him, who seemed to have not been groomed for several days, with palpitations and pity. The snow was falling, and the cool snowflakes were falling down, and the world around them was gradually covered with a layer of silver veil, and the north wind was desolate, Zao Wou-Ki gently patted the snow on Hua Gu's forehead, and blew the snowflakes between Hua Gu's hair with his mouth, and then quickly took off his robe and covered Hua Gu's body, and hurriedly knocked on the door along the quiet and cold, deserted street, and rushed to another medical center, and the doctors of the medical center shook their heads and sighed: "How can this be......? It's a pity that ...... asks what is the love in the world? Straight people promise life and death! This love is comparable to the sun and the moon, and it is touching and heartfelt...... It's been a long time since I've shed a tear...... Woo woo woo ...... "The most pale enemy in the world, but the warmth of this winter, it's a pity that the old man has no skills to return to the sky and can't do anything...... Alas......" "There is no breath at all, this is really a madman! The most terrifying thing in the world is probably the separation of injuries and ......life and death," the doctors of the medical hall said, quietly watching for a while Zhao Wou-ki, who was holding Hua Gu, drowned in the sea of snow, and then closed the door of the medical hall. Zao Wou-Ki left rows of deep footprints on the snow behind him, which was the weight of the love of two people, and the north wind blew, and the falling snowflakes slowly erased the deep and shallow footprints on the snow, but could not erase Zao Wou-ki's heart when he fell into the ice cellar.

Zao Wou-Ki's mind came up with pieces of the sweetness and bitterness of his and Hua Gu's past, the corners of his eyebrows that had condensed into frost frowned slightly, the thin ice shattered with a "snap", the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened and cleared in the dry and wrinkled cold wind, hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, his head covered his silver hair with snow, he staggered, and he walked into a steaming mutton restaurant tired. Zao Wou-Ki pushed the door in, found a seat and slowly put down Hua Gu, sat down, and remained silent. The shopkeeper came over and ordered: "Guest officer, what do you want to eat!"

Zao Wou-Ki was silent, took out a gold ingot from his arms and threw it on the table, the shopkeeper was taken aback, took the gold ingot, and asked, "Guest officer, what do you want to eat?!" The shopkeeper felt that Zao Wou-Ki was a little weird, and hurriedly took the gold ingots and ran to hand them to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, I asked the guest officer what to eat, and he didn't speak, so he threw me a gold ingot." After all, the shopkeeper is the old Jianghu, he bit the gold ingots with his mouth, saw his tooth marks, smiled "really", and then walked over quickly up and down, left and right, and carefully looked at Zhao Wouji, seeing that he was unkempt, covered with snow, and there was a peculiar smell on his body, and then looked at the girl lying on the chair next to him, he knew that Zhao Wouji was a frustrated person or a poor person who had just gone through pain, so the shopkeeper didn't ask anything, and smiled directly at the shopkeeper: "Little grandson, good wine and good food are served to this guest officer!" With that, he walked happily with his hands behind his back.

A table of good wine and good food was served, Zao Wou-Ki didn't wash his hands, grabbed the lamb chops with his black dirty hands, and didn't stick to the sauce, and just gobbled it up, the food looked like a beggar who had been hungry for many days, looking at the shopkeeper and the diners at the adjacent table were dumbfounded, and everyone talked about it, "Damn! This old man who picks up rags is really rich, and he has eaten so much!" "In Xiaosheng's opinion, this person must be a person with a story!" "Look at what you can! The fool also knows that he is a man with wine, meat, women, and stories!" Soon, a plate of roast lamb chops, a plate of cooked beef, a plate of mutton scorpions, a large bowl ..................of spicy soup, and a jar of daughter red were eaten by Zhao Wuji and swept away, and everyone was shocked, and everyone was shocked, and there were many discussions, "Isn't he a Jiangyang thief who fell into the grass?" "You go and see what he looks like?" While discussing, several people pushed each other and came to Zao Wou-ki, squatting down to take a closer look at Zao Wou-Ki with his cloak scattered. Zao Wou-Ki was silent, raised his hand suddenly, brushed away the white hair scattered in front of him, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve; looking at these gossiping guys in front of him, those people collapsed to the ground in fright, got up in a panic and returned to the table, and buried their heads in eating noodles and drinking soup, not daring to look up; and one person fled the door without taking his robe. looked at the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper who knocked melon seeds, but he couldn't hold back and didn't make a sound.

The mutton restaurant is warm, the cold wind outside the mutton restaurant, the north wind is howling, and suddenly a burst of shouting comes into the mutton restaurant from the outside, "Sell charcoal! Authentic Shaolin Temple charcoal! Authentic Shaolin Temple charcoal...... "Outside the mutton restaurant, there was a charcoal seller who carried two large baskets and shouted in the wind and snow.

"Shaolin Temple?" Zhao Wu was extremely startled and ruffled his hair.

"Shopkeeper!This is Shaolin Temple?!" Zao Wou-Ki stood up and looked at the shopkeeper in shock.

"Yes! Yes, around the corner is Shaolin Mountain and Shaolin Temple!" replied the shopkeeper in a panic. When Zhao Wou-Ki heard this, he hurriedly rushed out with Hua Gu in his arms, and hurried to Shaolin Mountain and Shaolin Temple, with only four words in his mind, "Master of Enlightenment!"

"Alas, another mad martial idiot!" the shopkeeper shook his head and sighed.

"Alas...... Another martial idiot!I don't know where this fat old man is?Can you defeat the Master of Enlightenment?" The shopkeeper sighed as he cleaned up the dishes on the table.

"How many times have you said it, tell you not to learn from me! Don't learn from me! Still learn, still learn ......" The shopkeeper held Zao Wouji's gold ingot with one hand, and slapped the shopkeeper's buttocks with a feather duster with the other.

The crowd watched and laughed.

"I'm sorry! The dog is naïve, let everyone laugh! "Laugh!" the shopkeeper bent down and apologized. Everyone in the mutton restaurant laughed even more.

Zao Wou-Ki ran in the snow to Shaomu Mountain, suddenly his feet slipped and fell heavily, and at the moment when Hua Gu was about to land, he quickly retracted his legs and let Hua Gu fall on his legs. Zao Wou-ki's hands were cut by the ice on the ground, he hugged Hua Gu, slowly propped himself up, and came to the Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple. Walking into the Shaolin Temple, Zao Wou-Ki grabbed a little monk at the entrance of the temple and hurriedly asked: "Quick! Where is the abbot Master Wujue? Take me quickly! Where is the abbot Master Wujue......

"Amitabha! Amitabha! Don't be anxious! Don't be anxious! My master is chanting and chanting Buddha inside, please wait! Let the little monk go and report it!" Jiekong immediately walked to the inner courtyard, and Zao Wou-Ki was out of breath and followed.

"Master, this old benefactor ...... "I haven't finished saying that I haven't finished speaking." Zao Wou-Ki "pounced" into the Buddhist hall, knelt in front of the enlightened master, put down Hua Gu, and kowtowed again and again. Master Wujue was taken aback and said, "Father Hua, why is this so?!" Jiekong and the others were even more stunned when they found out that Master Wujue knew this person.

"Master, you solved the Gu poison of me and Hua Gu in the Beiping Inn in the past, and this time please ask the master to save my Hua Gu again!" Zhao Wouji knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Father Hua, I can't help it! I can't help it! Hurry up!" the Master of Enlightenment hurriedly stretched out his hand to Zao Wou-Ki.

"Woooooooooo......oo Master, I used to think that Hua Gu was a demon, especially after I knew that she killed the peony with her own hands, I was grief-stricken, and I hated her to the core, but she was already pregnant with our child. Hua Gu always said that monsters also have feelings, she said that she is my white lady, I didn't believe it in the past, when she drove away Chi Silie for me after the sword in Huangshan, I began to believe; when she blocked the arrow for me in the battle of Hanzhong, I already regretted it...... Woowoo...... Master, although I, Zao Wou-ki, am not a good person, but I am not the kind of Xu Xian who uses realgar wine to force the white lady to show her original form, and you are not the Fahai who is full of water and gold and will not be saved when he sees death! If the master does not save my Hua Gu today, I will not be able to kneel in the Shaolin Temple...... Woo woo woo ......" Zao Wou-Ki spread the hand of the Enlightened Master, wiping his tears while whimpering and crying.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, Father Flower, everything is vain and all are floating clouds! Fate is like this, what can I do if it is?!" Master Wujue folded his hands and said, "Father Flower, who said that Hua Gu is a demon? Her mother, the Flower Demon, was originally the reincarnation of the flower fairy, but she was controlled by Liancheng Jue and became Lianchengjue's minions. You and Hua Gu have become a good thing, bear fruit, the daughter inherits the mother's will, and your children are being reincarnated in the Valley of the Flower God in Xidi, Anhui, all of which are reincarnation. ”

"Flower Fairy?Xidi Flower God Valley?" Zhao Wuji said in surprise, "Master, I don't care if Hua Gu is a flower fairy or a flower demon now. I know that the master's mana is strong, and there must be a way to save my Hua Gu. Zao Wou-Ki wiped away his tears and continued to kowtow. Kowtowing repeatedly, Zao Wou-ki's forehead had been broken, slowly oozing blood, and the ground was also stained red with blood stains, which made people feel distressed to watch.

"Father Hua, you are not a mortal in the flesh, I think you are so affectionate and obsessed, the old man will help you!" sighed the Master of Enlightenment.

"That'...... Master, look at my Hua Gu......" With that, Zao Wou-Ki hurriedly hugged Hua Gu in front of Master Wujue, "Master, look at it! How to save her?!"

Master Enlightenment glanced at Hua Gu, slowly untied the robe on his body, laid it flat in front of Zhao Wouji, patted Zhao Wouji on the shoulder and said, "Father Hua, Hua Gu's body has turned black, and Lao Gu is also lacking in skills. However, Lao Wei heard that the living Buddha Cangyang Gyatso was reincarnated six years ago on the Red Mountain in Tibet, and that child has wisdom and boundless power, maybe he can save your Hua Gu!"

"Tibet? I have heard my master Chi Silie say in the past that Tibet is a snowy plateau, far north of the southwestern border, with a long and difficult road, more than 108,000 miles away from the Central Plains. How can I go?Master, please think again!Is there no other way to think about it again?!" Zao Wou-Ki said in a panic as he tugged at the sleeve of the Master of Enlightenment.

"Amitabha! Father Hua, everything depends on fate! Lao Qu can only recover 30% of his mana now, and he can only help you like this! You hold Hua Gu and sit on the robe, I will cast a spell to let the two of you fly to the Potala Palace in Tibet! There may be a glimmer of life! Amitabha!" Master Enlightenment folded his hands.

"Ahh

"Father Hua, sit tight!" After saying that, I saw the words in the mouth of the Master of Enlightenment, and the robe slowly floated up, floated into the air outside the door, and then continued to fly towards the Potala Palace.

Suddenly, Zao Wou-Ki and Hua Gu flew to the Potala Palace Square, and as soon as Zao Wou-Ki walked out of the robe with Hua Gu, the robe suddenly flew away with the wind and flew back to the hands of the Shaolin Temple Master Wujue. "Amitabha! good!" "Master Enlightenment smiled slightly.

The Potala Palace is majestic and majestic, towering into the sky, and the square is full of traffic, so it is not lively. Countless pilgrims knelt on the ground, chanting words and praying and vows. Zao Wou-Ki hugged Hua Gu and asked, "Hello, where is the six-year-old reincarnated Living Buddha Cangyang Gyatso?" "Where is the Living Buddha?" The Tibetans wearing Tibetan robes and long braids shook their heads, and some turned around and laughed, "This person is crazy, right?

Suddenly, a Tibetan holding a yak and pointing to a carriage not far away patted Zao Wou-Ki on the shoulder and said, "Boy, I have seen a living Buddha in the holy lake of Namtso, you go over there to look for it!

"Thank you, uncle! Let's go!" With that, Zao Wou-Ki gave the Tibetan a hundred taels of silver and carried Hua Gu into the carriage. The Tibetan handed over the yak to his friend, and he drove Zao Wou-Ki and Hua Gu to the shore of Namtso Lake in a carriage. Under the sun, the ice surface of the vast Namtso Lake is full of colors, and in the distant snow-capped mountains reflect the lake ice, several yaks walk slowly in the lake ice, revealing a trace of mysterious breath on their bodies. Tibetans are turning the sacred mountain, worshipping the god lake, scattering wind and horse flags, hanging colorful prayer flags, carving stone scriptures, placing mani piles by the lake, playing hexagrams, offering dolma plates in front of the mountain, placing butter flowers, turning prayer wheels, and praying and making wishes. Pilgrims make a pilgrimage all the way to the lake, bow at five steps, kneel at ten steps, and recite the mantra in their mouths: "May I attain Bodhi in the next life, when I attain Bodhi, my body is like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and unblemished, and bright and vast." Meritorious deeds, good deeds, good deeds, and evil deeds*. Too much of the sun and the moon. Reciting the Buddha in my heart, I went to the Potala Palace and Jokhang Temple to worship the golden body of Sakyamuni, kowtowing all the way to the head and breaking the blood, the blood stains on the ice of Namtso Lake, and the cold wind of the snowy plateau quickly solidified, gently telling the wishes of those pure souls. The two stone mountains on the left and left are covered with prayer flags and hata, Tibetans are praying by the lake, Tibetans are turning prayers, and Tibetans are singing "When I stand in front of Namtso Lake":

When I stood in front of Lake Namtso

The blue sky kisses the earth

Admire the bride of Nianqing Tanggula Mountain

Like the sun after the rain

Love is not just faith

When I stood in front of Lake Namtso

The mulberry field turned into a sea

Touching the faces of thousands of mountains and rivers that have changed dramatically

Starlight like a lunar eclipse

Pilgrimage is not just a wish

When I stood in front of Lake Namtso

Purity falls in love with piety

Silently recite the scriptures of returning to the people and turning the mountains around the lake

Such as the direction of the green mountain

*More than just the cover

When I stood in front of Lake Namtso

Naqu gave birth to Tibet

Suck the essence of the Tengger Sea in Tianhu Lake

Like a newborn treasure

Energy isn't just magma

When I stood in front of Lake Namtso

The snowy land is covered with sunshine

A dojo that dances mightily over Rakura

Like the fragrance of snow lotus

Bliss is not just paradise

Zao Wou-Ki listened and listened, slowly becoming intoxicated, and he felt that his soul had also been baptized in front of this sacred lake. Zao Wou-Ki put down the flower girl and knelt down towards the water of Namtso Lake. Zao Wou-Ki slowly closed his eyes, breathing in the sacred breath of this snowy plateau, as if he had come to a sacred virgin land, filled with the silk of the trees, the glutinous rice condensed by the rain, the milk gushing from the Ganli Lake, and the agarwood bathing all over the mountain. Zao Wou-Ki felt as if he had come to a paradise, listening to the Sanskrit sound of Gesang flowers blooming, and the curling Sanskrit sound attracted his heart deeply, like a nail nailed deep into this wonderful Garden of Eden. We follow a group of herdsmen who are driving cattle and horses to look for colorful flowers all over the mountains and fields, and to find your favorite wanton Gesang flowers. Hua Gu, listen...... We had just passed by the thangkas in the prayer hall, listening to the wall charts full of scriptures and the scripture dialogues of Shambhala. Come down, my dear, and don't sit on the thangka and swing...... My dear, do you like Tibet? Look how enthusiastic these Gesang flowers are, and how warm the sun is in this Sunshine City...... These are the joys and happiness that I have quietly prepared for you, and in the future, there will only be the two of us and our children in this pure land of the East! Thanks to the guidance of the Buddha, thanks to the miraculous ode of Namtso, in this picturesque Ambilight, I will take you to listen to the wind and crack the code of happiness in the wind of the snowy plateau...... Three Lives III...... Life after life, never separated...... Wandering in the mountains and rivers of Tibet, and the ...... of Sanskrit sounds"

Zao Wou-Ki was meditating, suddenly a big lama riding a yak and wearing a red robe came over, the yak sneezed in front of Zao Wou-ki, Zao Wou-Ki was awakened, looking at the yak and the lama in front of him was taken aback, he hurriedly stood up, and before Zao Wou-Ki could speak, the lama said, "I heard that you are looking for a little living Buddha?"

"Yes, yes, yes, does the master know where the Living Buddha Cangyang Gyatso is?! I want to see him, I have something urgent to find him!" Zao Wou-Ki hurriedly knelt down and said.

"The Living Buddha is not something that everyone can see if they want to. But there is one thing, the Living Buddha is now six years old, and he loves poetry, if you know who wrote this poem I sang, "I am a Gesang Flower in Tibet", I will take you to meet the Living Buddha. When it is the Living Buddha who is attached to you!" the lama laughed.

"Okay, the master will sing, I'll listen!" Zao Wou-Ki said with a smile, thinking, "Fortunately, I have also flipped through several poetry collections of Kyushu monks in the past, which should not be difficult for me." ”

"Okay!" After that, the great lama rode on the back of the yak and sang "I am a Gesang flower in Tibet" with great vigour:

I am a Gesang flower in Tibet

Occasionally, indulgence in your heart

You can sing or you can cry

Forgot about the fence during the trip

You and I met in the white weaving*

You have yours, I have mine

It's better if you revisit it, it's better if you forget

The sweetness of double flying during this encounter

A moment of the journey, a moment of life

Blooming in the snowy region of Gesang Meadow

In the eight petals, wildness and intensity co-prosper

I am a Gesang flower in Tibet

Occasionally, indulgence in your heart

You can sing or you can cry

Forgot about the fence during the trip

You and I met in the white weaving*

You have yours, I have mine

It's better if you revisit it, it's better if you forget

The sweetness of double flying during this encounter

Turning around for half a lifetime to participate in Zen, the eternal wisdom of happiness

Embracing each other in Nianqing Tanggula Mountain

In the embrace, the Dharma and the beloved are on the wings

After listening to it, Zao Wou-Ki smiled and said: "I am too familiar with this love poem, from the 150th poem of the poetry collection "Poetic World" by Liu Changchun, a Kyushu layman, but?!" Zao Wou-Ki thought to himself, "Could this living Buddha still be a love species?" How can I like these love poems of affection and affection and sentimentality! Alas...... Whatever, see him first, this level is passed. ”

"Exactly! You're amazing, the Living Buddha will definitely be a bosom friend, let's go, you can ride a yak and follow me." The big lama gave a thumbs up and smiled, pointing to a yak with a red scarf behind him.

Zao Wou-Ki smiled, rode on the yak with Hua Gu in his arms, and followed the great lama towards Cangyang Gyatso's house.

"Donor, in fact, the practice must start with the problems of life, every problem of life is the entrance to the Dharma, and every problem is the dojo. The real dojo is not in the Central Plains, nor in Tibet, but in everyone's heart. A real ashram is not a temple, not a meditation hall, not a peaceful place for practitioners, but in every moment, every thought in front of you. Why didn't the donor go into the Potala Palace to look for the living Buddha, but asked passers-by in the square? I look anxious for you, but fortunately, the Tibetans have faith, and there are not a few human traffickers. The great lama patted Zao Wou-Ki on the shoulder and smiled.

"Oh, it turns out that the master was also on the Potala Palace Square at that time. At that time, I was so anxious that my IQ was almost zero, so I lost my mind and rushed to the doctor!

"I see! In this case, we have gone to the Living Buddha's house, and this kind of embarrassing thing should not happen again. Because the Red Sect and the Yellow Sect are fighting fiercely now, don't talk nonsense; you can only talk about the living Buddha and what you are interested in, and ask me first if you want to ask anything else. The big lama laughed.

"May I ask Master, why is Cangyang Gyatso the reincarnation of a living Buddha? Do you really see the Buddha descend to earth?" Zao Wou-Ki said curiously.

"Well, that's a long story. More than 300 years ago, there was a poor monk named Tashi Tenzin in Tibet, who was not only fond of studying the teachings, but also singing, especially Tibetan love songs. The aristocratic girl Ciwang Ram was attracted by his singing, came to his side, and slowly developed a liking for him, and the two fell in love. But when Tashi Tenzin mustered up the courage to come to Tsewang Lham's house to propose, he was insulted and scolded by her brother. In desperation, Tashi Tenzin eloped with Ciwang Ram, and the two traveled all the way south to Tawang in the corner area, where they lived a poor life together. In the second year, one day, the sky seemed to open a big hole, and the golden light shone, and Tsewang Lhamo gave birth to a baby boy, and Tashi Dan was overjoyed, and the heavenly phase spread in Tawang, and everyone said that this baby boy was the reincarnation of a living Buddha, and this baby boy was Lobsang Rinchen Cangyang Gyatso. Strange to say, when Cangyang Gyatso was very young, he met people and said: I am not a small person, but the dry lord of the Three Realms, the special Venerable. To the surprise of everyone. The neighbors bowed down to him and offered the holy Hada. The Great Lama spoke.

"I am not a small person, but the withered lord of the Three Realms, the Special Venerable. It is indeed extraordinary for a six-year-old child to say such a thing!What a prodigy!" Zao Wou-Ki couldn't help but say.

"In addition, every Tibetan household will set up Zhuo Sochema, burn butter tea, have a iftar tea party, worship the gods, and worship the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth. Our Tibetan incense can connect the world and heaven, can feel ghosts and gods, calm the body and mind, can brush away filth, and can sleep. You also follow me to offer incense, understand?" reminded the Grand Lama.

"Master, got it!" Zao Wou-Ki replied.

After a while, Zao Wou-Ki and the Grand Lama arrived at the door of Cangyang Gyatso's house. At a glance, Cangyang Gyatso's house is not high, and a yak is decorated with red tassels on its head, which looks very auspicious. "Tashi Delek!" "Tashi Delek!" Cangyang Gyatso's father smiled and folded his hands together, "Tashi Delek!" Zao Wou-Ki and the Grand Lama returned the salute. Cangyang Gyatso's father and mother draped Zao Wou-Ki and the loudspeaker with a hata and welcomed them into the house. Zao Wou-Ki followed the Grand Lama to pick up a handful of Tibetan incense, light it, kneel down and pray, and insert it into the incense burner.

Cangyang Gyatso did not have a golden bowl or marigold in his house, and only a shrine hung on the wall, and above the shrine hung a small thangka, draped in a lot of white hata, apparently an ordinary family. The stove is burning cow dung cakes, revealing a trace of the fragrance of the grassland, is boiling butter tea, Cangyang Gyatso's father and mother handed Zao Wou-Ki and the great lama yak jerky, kneading Tibetan ba, while carrying a copper kettle for the two of them to brew fragrant butter tea, Zao Wou-Ki took a sip of delicious butter tea and felt as if he was riding a horse galloping on the grassland, fluttering like a fairy, wonderful. In the melodious melody of the horse-head qin, six-year-old Cangyang Gyatso, dressed in a red robe, holds two poetry collections, "Poetic World" and "Short Song Xing", and happily sings "Listening to Tibet" while dancing:

* Under the Red Mountain

Eternal Sanskrit sounds flow

Tibet under Sanskrit is so happy

A white crane flies over the roof of the world

A Gesang flower looks forward to the fate of the full moon

A group photo hides the blessings of the living Buddha Cangyang Gyatso

Pilgrimage routes

Goshawk listening to white clouds

The prayer flags are listening to the snow lotus

Tibetans listening to Zen words

Pilgrims listen to the heartbeat of the Buddha Kingdom

I listened to Hatha's passage through the thangka

All the way around the mountains and around the lake

Sanskrit sounds all the way

Listening to Tibet has become a silent practice for all those who wish to make it

Holy water in Namtsori

The eternal Sanskrit sound is surging

Tibet under Sanskrit is so warm

One acre of Linzhi breeds the fragrance of cordyceps

A cup of butter tea brews the joy of Han and Tibetan homology

A baptism bathes in the warmth of Qingtanggula Mountain

Pilgrimage routes

Goshawk listening to white clouds

The prayer flags are listening to the snow lotus

Tibetans listening to Zen words

Pilgrims listen to the heartbeat of the Buddha Kingdom

I listened to Hatha's passage through the thangka

All the way around the mountains and around the lake

Sanskrit sounds all the way

Listening to Tibet has become a silent practice for all those who wish to make it

"Forgive me, everyone! This child is very obsessed with poetry, just like the child's father!" Cangyang Gyatso's mother smiled as she looked at the dark-faced Cangyang Gyatso's father.

"Hehehe...... It's okay, it's okay!" The Grand Lama said with a smile as he took the Tibetan rice and yak jerky handed over by his father, as he drank butter tea.

"Sacred Tibet is longing. Today, Hua Gu and I are here. A place you must go to in your lifetime. Poetic world, you are a role model. Romantic feelings, fly with your heart. Zao Wou-Ki couldn't help but say.

Tibet is the closest place to heaven, and you can feel the breath of the blue sky on your back, and you can comb the trail of white clouds by raising your hand. As long as you want, you can open your arms and embrace the starry sky. This is the closest place to purity, without the hustle and bustle of the market, without the deceit of the world. As long as you want, you can forget your worries with a wave of your hand. Here, it is a place where you can find dreams, the memories of past and present lives, and the breath of passing away. You can find it as long as you want. Cangyang Gyatso paced back and forth, looked at the sky and said excitedly, "Every time I listen to the song "Listening to Tibet" by Kyushu laymen, I feel that I have found the soulmate of life, the mountains and rivers, and the Boyazi period. Although I am still young, his "Poetic World" and "Short Song Xing" have already planted a poetic seed in my heart! In the future, I will definitely become a great poet like Liu Changchun, a layman from Kyushu, who dominates the wind and clouds, and laughs proudly!"

"This kid ...... Don't be surprised!" Cangyang Gyatso's mother laughed as she said with a smile.

Cangyang Gyatso put down the poetry collections "Poetic World" and "Short Song Xing" in his hand, and said with a smile: "I knew you were coming! In your previous life, you were the flower planter of the Queen Mother of Yaochi, and the flower girl was the flower fairy who secretly crushed you among the flowers in the imperial garden...... In her previous life, she owed countless debts, and in this life she will spend her whole life to repay you! In this life, you are rough and hard, and she sacrifices her life to save you! You fall in love with each other and fall in love with each other by God's arrangement, and no one can escape fate. Love is like a virus, once it is touched, it is incorrigible and inextricable, and the happy time is always so short, you can't see just two years, but you have to spend a lifetime in thoughts. It's sweet and bitter, crying and laughing, it's all natural, why do you force it?! Let go of her, that is, let yourself go! You see that you are originally a talent, but you have to imprison yourself in a cage and torture yourself to the way you are now! With gray hair and a disheveled head, I don't think this is what Hua Gu wants to see under Jiuquan!"

"Does the Living Buddha mean that it can't be saved?" Zao Wou-Ki said blankly as he looked at Cangyang Gyatso.

"Do you know why my Tibetans have traveled thousands of miles, spent months and years, slept in the open air, walked morning and evening, prostrate on sand, stones, ice and snow, bowed at five steps, knelt down at ten steps, chanted mantras in their mouths, chanted Buddha in their hearts, turned sacred mountains, worshiped sacred lakes, scattered wind and horse flags, hung colorful prayer flags, carved stone scriptures, placed mani piles by the lake, played divinations, offered torma pans in front of the mountain, placed butter flowers, turned prayer wheels, and prayed and made vows? We don't practice for this lifetime, but for life after lifetime. Si people have passed away, it is difficult to regenerate, you are just too obsessed to let go, but I can't help! If you want your children in the Valley of the Gods of Flowers to be healthy and achieve positive results, you also need to make such a wish to have a good death!" Cangyang Gyatso smiled as he looked at the flower girl beside Zao Wou-ki.

"Living Buddha, children are children. Woowoo...... I came to Tibet in the hope that you could revive my wife. Zao Wou-Ki couldn't help but say, tears welling up in his eyes again.

"Donor, in a few days, I will worship the fifth* as my teacher, shave my hair and receive novice ordination, and take the Dharma name Lobsang Rinchen Cangyang Gyatso. A group of lamas will come to my house, fold their hands and bow to me, and offer me the holy Hada, to take me back to the holy city to sit on my bed, and to take me to Beijing to meet the Shunzhi Emperor. In fact, I love freedom, I don't want to go to the bed to return to the throne, I don't want to go to Beijing to see the emperor, and I don't want to abide by those rules and precepts...... But I can't do anything about it. I am mortal in the flesh, not a Buddha, nor the Jade Emperor, and I will also be involuntarily. The wisdom I can give you is a wish to cultivate immortals, not a miracle medicine to resurrect the dead; I can save your heart, but I can't save your people! Like your flower god trio, if your heart is like ashes, it will naturally be silent; if you are devoted to the sun, it will naturally bloom with a hundred flowers! understand?" Cangyang Gyatso spread his hands and smiled.

"Woooooooooo......oo I came to Tibet just to listen to a lesson from a little kid like you, but I can't bring my flower girl back from the dead...... Woo woo woo ......" Zao Wou-Ki whimpered.

"Donor, please pay attention to your words! Don't be disrespectful to the living Buddha!" the great lama reminded Zao Wou-ki, but Zao Wou-Ki ignored him, hugging Hua Gu and crying.

"It's okay, just let him go! Give him time to get used to it!" Cangyang Gyatso said with a smile and took the big lama out to play.

After Zao Wou-Ki calmed down, he took out ten gold ingots from his arms and put them on the table of Cangyang Gyatso's house, and left quietly with Hua Gu in his arms. Zao Wou-Ki came to the stone mountain by the Namtso Lake, dug a pit and buried Hua Gu in it, picked up a large pile of stones to build a tomb, split a wooden plaque with his hand, wrote "The Tomb of Lady Flower Fairy Hua Gu" in blood and inserted it in front of the grave, picked up some stones and placed them in the Mani pile, untied the Hada around his neck and pressed it in the middle of the Mani pile, and after talking to himself and Hua Gu, he got up and left. Zao Wou-Ki walked on the surface of the lake that had already frozen, it was pitch black under the clear ice, the sun shone in, and his shadow and slightly clear reflection were reflected on the ice, he suddenly felt that his face was hateful, not at all like the flower god flower father that the enlightened master and the living Buddha said in the mouth, he slapped himself in the face. Zao Wou-Ki drew his sword, forcefully split the hard ice on the surface of the lake, stretched out his hands and took out the warm lake water from Namtso Lake to wash the dirt on his face, washed his hair, then shook his hair, returned to the shore and returned to the Potala Palace Square in a carriage.

Zao Wou-Ki bought prayer wheels, wooden bricks, and protective leather "long skirts", with heavy wooden bricks on his hands and leather protective "long skirts" around his knees, and followed those pilgrims around the Potala Palace to worship and perform the five-body ritual on the road. On the road, wind horse flags are occasionally scattered, some colorful prayer flags are hung, mani piles are placed on the mountain road, and a few more butter flowers are placed in small temples. Zao Wou-Ki made a pilgrimage all the way to the mountains, bowing in five steps, kneeling in ten steps, and reciting the mantra in his mouth: "May I attain Bodhi in the next life, when I attain Bodhi, my body is like glass, clear inside and out, pure and flawless, and bright and vast." Meritorious deeds, good deeds, good deeds, and evil deeds*. Too much of the sun and the moon. Reciting the Buddha in his heart, he went to the Potala Palace and Jokhang Temple to worship the golden body of Shakyamuni, kowtowing all the way to the bloody head, he thought to himself, "Hua Gu, you are the eight-petal lotus flower surrounded by the snow-capped mountains in Tibet, you are the golden gem in the snowy green mountains and green waters, and you are the pilgrimage wish in the holy city around the mountains." I want to make a wish for you, for our children. Zao Wou-Ki made a wish in his heart that Hua Gu could ascend to the Buddha Kingdom and his children would be happy.

As the sun sets, on the horizon of the snowy plateau, Zao Wou-Ki folds his hands to welcome the warm glow and prays for a wish. This is what the flower god looks like.