13 Secrets in the Palace of Xuelin

"Little lama, don't you feel bored when you sit and recite scriptures like this all day long? Why don't you go out and catch wild boars with me?" A boy tilted his head and stared at the little lama in red and yellow sitting in the hall. His tone was full of helplessness and curiosity. What he had no choice but to do was that he couldn't go out. He was curious about why the little lama around him who was not a few years older than him was so determined.

The little boy is Zhang Tianyou. Zhang Qiuling has been sending him to the Xuelin Palace in Panchen Erdeni for two months. Every day, in addition to following the little lama around him to recite the scriptures, he also follows another elderly lama to a house in the Jokhang Temple to learn knowledge. And this kind of life is more uncomfortable than death for Zhang Tianyou. He is not a person who is calm by nature. When he is in Qingcheng Mountain, he will even carry a hunting fork and follow Xiao Chen to the deep mountains and old forest to chase the wild boar mountain jump. As for small animals such as hares and pheasants, he has never disdain to catch them, thinking that he is too weak. And if you want to do it, you have to do it big.

How can a child who is used to being wild lose his wildness and become an obedient child in an instant?

The little lama opened his eyes slightly, looked at Zhang Tianyou sitting next to him with a flowing face, and said, "Tianyou, don't bother me. If those old lamas know that I don't concentrate on reading the scriptures, they will definitely not give me a good look. If you want to play, go out by yourself. Anyway, I can't leave."

The little lama is about the same age as Zhang Tianyou. He is eight or nine years old. Although he is very young, he looks beautiful and well-behaved. He sits cross-legged in the middle of the hall, saying some words that Zhang Tianyou can't understand at all. What kind of rice? What kind of Banruo Bo Ruomi? In Zhang Tianyou, it doesn't mean It's bullshit, but this little lama concentrates and is rarely distracted, which makes Zhang Tianyou quite ashamed. Not long ago, when he wrote and recited in Nanjing, he couldn't be as attentive as this little lama, let alone let himself recite the scriptures at this moment.

"Little Lama, are you really not going?" Zhang Tianyou got up and tilted his head to look at the little lama and asked.

"I won't go." The little lama has closed his eyes.

Shaking his head, Zhang Tianyou felt very boring. It was rare for those old lamas to let themselves take a day off. They wanted to find a lama the same size to go out, but they didn't expect him to refuse him like the first time. During the two months of coming to Lhasa, Zhang Tianyou and the little lama met almost every day, but there was no time to really play. Whenever he wanted to go out to play with him, the little lama always looked indifferent, much more persistent than when he saw money. When he thought of ghosts, Zhang Tianyou slowly sat down on the stone board of the hall, holding his hands on his cheeks and staring at the morning sun by the window, thinking about what ghosts would do at this moment.

"Oh, do you really want me to stay in this damn place for the rest of my life?" Zhang Tianyou sighed.

"Are you unhappy to live here?" An ethereal and refined voice suddenly sounded gently outside the hall, with a narrow smile in his tone.

Then, the door opened, and a woman in a windbreaker and sunglasses that covered most of her face appeared in the hall. The corners of her mouth were like a narrow smile in her tone. She gently took off her sunglasses, revealing a shocking face, like an ethereal lotus flower stained with the secular but not lost its fragrance and purity, and her enchanting figure was even if It's a spacious windbreaker that can't be covered up. Her glory has always been peerless, with a smile and then the country. Maybe she is a demonic existence, doing things according to rules and playing cards is not according to common sense.

"Sister Qiu Ling?" Zhang Tianyou stopped thinking and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him in surprise. Didn't she say that she would stay in Nanjing for a long time when she left? Why did you suddenly come to Lhasa? Zhang Tianyou's head began to move rapidly, but he still couldn't understand that he was limited to experience and age. After all, he was just an eight-year-old child.

"Are you surprised?" Zhang Qiuling approached Zhang Tianyou with a smile and smiled brightly, "Are you just surprised to see me?"

Zhang Tianyou then laughed happily. He was innocent and innocent. Although he didn't have much contact with this woman, he knew that the relationship between this woman and Gui Jianchou was unusual. Even the beautiful woman named Tang Wu could not replace her position in Gui Jianchou's heart.

When the little lama who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground saw Zhang Qiuling, he also smiled rarely and said, "Auntie, you're here."

"Yes, my little Panchen."

At this time, Zhang Tianyou suddenly laughed and looked very mysterious. The little lama was a little inexplicable. He looked at Zhang Tianyou and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I call him sister, and you call him aunt, so don't you call me uncle?" When Zhang Tianyou finished speaking, he laughed more unscrupulously.

The little lama's face suddenly turned red. He really couldn't accept that the child of his size in front of him said that he was going to call his uncle. He wanted to defend but didn't know where to start. He blushed but couldn't say a word. He sat on the ground in a moment and looked at Zhang Tianyou's eyes full of unwillingness.

The little lama's name is Qujijiebu, the same age as Zhang Tianyou. Three years ago, with the consent of the central government, Qujijiebu held a bed-sitting ceremony at the Jokhang Temple and officially succeeded to the throne as the Eleventh Panchen Lama Erdeni, and for the following three years, he has been studying and praising in the Xuelin Palace of Panchen Lama.

After listening to Zhang Tianyou's words, Zhang Qiuling couldn't help smiling. The little guy around Xiao Chen looked much more shrewd than Xiao Chen. Whether it was externally or internal, it may be because of Xiao Chen's tricky personality. However, the things in Xiao Chen's heart rarely showed, but this little guy did not have Xiao. Dust's complex thoughts are simple, cute, and more to make people feel close.

"We... we are generally... generally big, why... why do we call... your uncle?" The little lama blushed but still refused to give up Zhang Tianyou's ridicule and stammered.

"You call him aunt, I call him sister, what do you say you should call me?" Zhang Tianyou said with a ghostly thief with a smile.

The little lama really frowned and thought about it. After a while, he still felt wrong. He even felt that what Zhang Tianyou said was very reasonable. He called her sister and I called her aunt. Shouldn't I call him uncle? But I'm as old as him, and I'm not related by blood. Why should I call him uncle?

"Little devil, you've gone too much." Zhang Qiuling touched Zhang Tianyou, who walked in front of him, and said with a smile.

"Sister Qiu Ling, how is he doing now?" The ghost on Zhang Tianyou's face turned into worry. He looked up at the woman beside him and asked eagerly.

"He? It shouldn't be very good."

Zhang Tianyou frowned and asked with concern, "Does anyone want to be unfavorable to ghosts?"

"Ha ha, you think too much." Zhang Qiuling looked down at the child who was thinking seriously and smiled warmly.

When Zhang Qiuling and the two children were talking in the hall, a voice came from outside the door, "Lord Zhang, Taruba Tsochinweng is affectionate."

In the Tibetan Buddhist system, the position of Soqin Weng is similar to the prime minister of a country. When the Panchen Lama Living Buddha was young, Soqin Weng usually presides over the daily affairs of the temple, including some major ceremonies such as sacrifices and prayers.

Xuelin Xinggong, in a closed room, although it was early in the morning, there were countless candlesticks swaying. An old lama and a young woman were sitting cross-legged.

"Master Zhang, I'm all the better."

"Master Taruba, your medicine is very effective. I should thank you." Zhang Qiuling smiled.

"Master Zhang, you are wrong. I want to thank you. If it weren't for you, our Jokhang Temple would never have found the real living Buddha." The old lama pinched the rosary and said slowly, looking motionless like a mountain.

"I was just entrusted by a friend at the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."

"Although the world is doomed, the poor monk still thanks the benefactor Zhang, otherwise the poor monk will not give the most precious elixir of Jokhang Temple to the benefactor, but the poor monk still has a question. I don't know why the benefactor Zhang faked death?"

"In order to make a man no longer hide, he is no longer careful." Zhang Qiuling said slowly.

"Master Zhang, I hope you don't tell that man about the Xuelin Palace, lest he affect the practice of the living Buddha again."

"Ha ha, Master Taruba, I can't guarantee this. According to the mage, things in this world are doomed, aren't they?"

The old lama breathed and said heavily, "Maybe, it's all fate, but the poor monk still doesn't want the living Buddha to be influenced by the outside world again, so please ask Master Zhang Shi to keep this secret for the poor monk."

"Farewell."

Zhang Qiuling got up and left.

In the magnificent and elegant snow forest palace, the rosary in Taruba's hand is running wildly.