At the foot of Mount Benbo, Tibet, Sakya City.

An old man of about fifty years old, walking down the street.

He has deep eyes and a straight nose, a peaceful expression, wearing a purple and red monk's skirt, hanging down to his feet, with a shoulder on his upper body and a monk's robe, but he is an old lama.

Passing through the pedestrians, he came to a house, and the old man had a smile on his face, because he saw the little man in the courtyard.

In the small courtyard, a little boy with red lips and white teeth, about five or six years old, was reading a Buddhist scripture at the moment.

The old lama was accustomed to his son's intelligence, and at a young age, he could read and write without teaching, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him, he was fifty years old and had a son, thinking that it was given by the Buddha.

Sang Cha walked up to the child, bent down and said, "Jiji, is there anything you don't understand?"

Dai Daojin glanced up at his cheap father, shook his head, and didn't say anything.

As for the Buddhist scriptures, although he has not studied them in depth in his several lifetimes, there is no problem in reading these Buddhist scriptures, even though they are Tibetan Buddhist scriptures.

This Sakya city, no, or the whole people of Tibet, all worship Buddhism, are Buddhists.

is the Sang Cha in front of him, not an ordinary person, but an important figure in this Sakya sect, Dai Daojin's uncle with a body, is also the head of the Sakya sect, with a respected status and is loved by others.

Sang Cha is used to this child's temperament, a magical and special person, and it is normal that his personality is a little strange.

Dai Daojin suddenly put down the book, stood up from the small stone bench, and looked at the west of Sakya City, his eyes flashed thoughtfully.

Seeing him looking west, Sang Mo couldn't help but look up at the west and asked, "What's wrong?"

Dai Daojin said lightly: "There is a big man coming." Just now, his mind moved slightly, and he felt that a huge spiritual power was coming from the west, heading towards Saga City.

When Sang Cha heard what his son said, he thought about it very seriously and said in a low voice: "In the west, there is the Potala Palace......"

When Dai Daojin heard this, his heart moved, he was here, and he received too little information to make an accurate judgment about this world, and he didn't know what kind of world this was.

But with the spiritual power just now, Dai Daojin could judge that the level of this world would not be low, because in the several worlds he had in the past, he had hardly encountered anyone with such a high spiritual power.

The Potala Palace is a holy city that Tibetans who believe in Tibetan Buddhism worship all their lives, and it is not surprising that those with spiritual powers came from there.

Sang Mo smiled kindly: "Ji, you continue to read here first, I have to go out beforehand." ”

Dai Daojin nodded, sat back down, picked up another Buddhist scripture, and read it.

Sang Cha turned to leave, he wanted to find out which big man was coming?

All the people of the Samcha or Sakya sect, although they had some speculations about this great man, when they actually saw him, their faces were still agitated and they could not control themselves.

In the main hall of the Sakya sect, sandalwood was swirling, and the people of the Sakya sect in the hall sat on the ground, respectfully looking at the figure headed by them, and their eyes were all implied with excitement.

The person at the head is wearing a red robe, his eyebrows are white, but his face is white and red, just like a young man, with a smile on his face, his eyes are as deep as the sea, and his eyes seem to be able to see people's hearts, which makes people dare not look directly.

But the whole person exudes a taste of peace and tranquility, its heavenly court is vast, and sitting quietly carries the meaning of being out of the world.

Sang Cha said respectfully: "You are coming to Sakya City, I don't know if there is anything I can do for you?"

For this king of Tibet, the god in the minds of all Tibetans, he must not be disrespectful and careful.

The red-clothed monk smiled lightly: "The Sakya sect is indeed a capable person, and they can actually sense my coming. ”

Sang Cha was a little frightened, and said on the ground: "You are angry." ”

The red-clothed monk shook his head, "Get up, I'm not angry, since you already know, it's okay to tell you, I came here this time because of a whim, and someone who is very important to me is waiting for me here." ”

Sang Cha breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up, and the words of the red-clothed monk shocked everyone in the hall.

The red-clothed monk smiled and said, "The Buddha called, I have a hunch that this is related to me and the person who caused my whim is the one who inherits my mantle." ”

With the cultivation of the red-clothed monk, his soul is strong and almost unshaken, even the landslide and the ground cracks can't make his heart lake glow slightly, but this kind of whim is often a kind of spiritual light in the dark.

Especially for people like him, this kind of aura is especially rare, which shows that this person who makes his whim is extremely important to him.

When Sang Cha heard the words of the red-clothed monk, his heart moved slightly, he was in awe of the person in front of him, and he also knew a thing or two about this person's means of being like an immortal Buddha, and this kind of character also disdained to lie to his own people, because of this, he thought of his youngest son, and his heart was a little touched.

The red-clothed monk's eyes flashed slightly, and his strong mind detected the mental fluctuations of the lama in front of him, smiled faintly, and said softly: "Except for Sangcha, everyone stand down." ”

The monks obeyed the order and bowed down and exited the main hall.

After everyone walked out, the unfathomable eyes of the red-clothed monk looked at Sang Cha, and he did not urge, but waited quietly.

Sangsha exhaled a breath and said softly, "Venerable, the reason why I know about your arrival is because of my son Zoji......"

As Sang Cha spoke, the red-clothed monk's eyes showed an interested look, and his eyes flashed slightly.

......

In the small courtyard, Dai Daojin quietly looked at the Buddhist scriptures, and the evening sun fell on him, adding a sense of tranquility.

I don't know when, there was an extra red-clothed monk in the small courtyard.

Dai Daojin didn't seem to notice it, and still looked down at the book.

The red-clothed monk's eyes showed a strange light, and he was sure that under his spiritual perception, there was absolutely no one in the world who could deceive him, and this little child's spiritual soul was indeed nothing special.

But he can sense his arrival, or his own whim, is it because of him?

Dai Daojin naturally knew that there was one more person in this small courtyard silently, but he didn't have any movements, including his eyes, emotions, and even mental fluctuations, and he didn't change at all, and with the help of the power of Xingyun, he deceived this monk's perception.

Even, Sang Cha's words, he also expected.

This man was originally attracted by him through the hand of Sangcha.

But what Dai Daojin didn't know was that the red-clothed monk didn't happen to pass by, but came straight to him on a whim.

The red-clothed monk stepped forward and asked softly, "Is it true that your father said that you were born to know it, and if you don't teach, you will know it?"

Dai Daojin raised his head, glanced at him, and shook his head.

The red-clothed monk laughed and said, "So, your father lied?"

Dai Daojin looked at him in a daze, raised the Buddhist scripture in his hand, and said: "I can see it, and I can understand the words of the Buddha at a glance, but I can't understand you." ”