The Lama spoke again, and his words were full of compassion for heaven and man: "Namu young man, you love the health of your fellow countrymen, which is merciful. But after years of snowstorms in Tibet, non-Buddhists cannot melt it. Is it not merciful for us to ask for a gift here?" Namu was at a loss for words. Ask these insincere young people to leave, or the Buddha will feel that they have no pious heart and will not come out, and the snow will become heavier and heavier. It seemed that in order to confirm the Lama's words, the snow was getting thicker and thicker, the air was getting colder and colder, and the breath turned into ice. Some fanatical believers began to push and push these young people in Namu, and the situation was chaotic. Some of the Tibetans lying prone in front of the Tashilhunpo Monastery were too frozen to move. The white walls of the temple, the golden roof and the white snow, all white, the cold is pressing. …… Tick Tock. This is the sound of a clock's long hand beating a grid, the words from the lips of a charming woman in a song, more like the sound of a tap that can't be turned off tightly and dripping into a stone. Everyone in the silent Tashilhunpo Monastery, which was frozen by the wind and snow, heard this tick. And then.. Tick Tock! Tick Tock! Tick Tock! …… …… "The snow has melted." Namu looked at the ice on the white wall of the temple dripping water and said. The wind and snow all over the sky stopped in an instant. The dark clouds overhead are slowly dispersing. A few silk blue sky reveals a beautiful figure. The sun, which has not been seen for a long time, is warm on the bodies of the dark Tibetan people on the ground. The Tibetans stood up with incredible expressions on their faces. The temperature in the air gradually rises. Teacher Cui gently touched his fur coat, which was wet by the snow, and said foolishly, "What's going on?" Previously, it was a cold winter, but now it is as warm as spring. The Tibetans thought that their piety had moved the "Buddhist master" in the Tashilhunpo Monastery and cried out with joy. Some people kowtowed to the temple, some began to dance, and the weak old people sat in the snow water and laughed. The lamas in the crowd naturally knew that this was not the reason, and their faces showed a look of horror. The Lama beside Namu felt the breath of several unfathomable realms, and with a tremor in his heart, he quietly sneaked into the crowd. At the stone steps in front of the temple, the blood-vomiting Lama, who was cursing at the 9th Karma Rinpoche, stood frozen in place and murmured, "Reversing the four seasons, which Living Buddha's magical power is this?" The 9th Karma Rinpoche smiled, showing half of his tongue, Calacatta Quartz Slab ,Granite Slab Supplier, and looked at the four tourists across the street, three big and one small, with a respectful salute. ————————————————— "If you don't want to hide the flood, I advise you to stop." Ye Xiangseng said softly beside Yi Tianxing. Yi Tianxing breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stabilized the red sun jade plate in his abdomen, and loosened Leilei's hand. I can burn the city with a fire, but I have no confidence that I can melt the snow without hurting people and dry the weather without being punished. Yi Tianxing then loosened his grip on Yi Zhu's hand, "thanks to you, let Leilei help me control it." As soon as he loosened Yi Zhu's hand, the temperature around the Zharenlunbu Monastery stabilized. Didn't you say you wouldn't mind your own business on the trip? Ye Xiangseng looked at Yi Tianxing and smiled. Yi Tianxing hugged Leilei and said with a smile, "Who taught my wife to be a merciful guy?" Leilei gave him an angry look. Ye Xiangseng smiled again: "I teach you a family of three to do good deeds. Why don't you thank me as if I don't exist?" Had he not given Yi Tianxing the magic power, the snow could not have stopped so gently. If you let Yi Tianxing make his own move, the sky fire will burn in disorder, and I'm afraid the snowy land will suddenly turn into Hong Ze. "Don't be greedy for merit. It's an angry thought." Yi Tianxing smiled, "Don't forget that you asked our tour group to come to Shigatse." Ye Xiangseng shook his head. "Obviously, you and Rinpoche made an appointment in the provincial capital." On the plateau, the air is thin and the weather is cold. Although the three people around Zou Leilei are all magical guys, walking with the two fathers and sons who are really on fire, even in the Antarctic, they may not feel cold, and sleeping with Yi Zhu every night, it is impossible to catch cold. But the journey is still tired, coupled with the previous method of Ye Xiangsheng, Yi Tianxing's violent sky fire emanated through Leilei's eyebrows, which made the girl slightly tired.
Even though she was tired, she was still habitually in front of the referee. Don't argue. Obviously, Tashilhunpo Monastery is a place where both of you must come. You don't have to push it to each other. Ye Xiangseng and Yi Tianxing looked at each other awkwardly. Yi Zhu rolled his eyes and moved to Leilei's mother's side, holding her round thighs: "Mom, you are tired, we find a place to rest." "Wait until these Tibetans have dispersed." Yi Tianxing looked at the passionate Tibetans in front of the temple and frowned slightly. He turned and looked at Ye Xiangseng. "Have you seen this clearly?" Ye Xiangseng's handsome beauty dimmed slightly at this time: "I feel very sad, I don't know why." "It seemed that some people were looking for the Buddhist master, so they came to the Tashilhunpo Monastery to force people out while the Panchen Lama was in Beijing." "How can a Buddhist master be in Tashilhunpo Monastery?" "Not bad." Yi Tianxing looked at him quietly, "Master Tsongkhapa is the incarnation of Manjusri Bodhisattva, who taught and Panchen Living Buddha in those years.". Now Master Tsongkhapa has been with me for two years. Of course, he can't be in Tashilhunpo Monastery. "There is no Buddha in the south." Ye Xiangseng bowed slightly and saluted, as if he could not stand the appellation. Little Yi Zhu said softly, "Since these people are looking for Martial Uncle, but Martial Uncle is not in the temple, who are they looking for?" "Who on earth is in the Tashilhunpo Monastery?" Yi Tianxing looked at the golden brown buildings in the majestic temple and stared at the golden roofs on the buildings. These were the stupas of the previous Panchen Lamas after their death. He did not know how many secrets there were inside. Ye Xiangseng closed his mouth gently in the direction of the temple and said silently in his heart,Agate Slabs Countertops, "It's really hard for you." ＷＷＷ.xiＡosＨuoＴＸＴ.com Chapter 31 that city, that temple, that person. Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in the heart of our whole family. Yi Zhu sings children's songs on the western hillside of Shikka City. forustone.com