Chapter 50 Cangyang Jiacuo

Tall, full of peaks; wearing a red cheongsam, high-heeled shoes. The wind blew, and the cheongsam shook, revealing a slender**.

"Oh, sir, we are not allowed to bring pets in here."

As soon as the door was pushed, the door was extinct by the welcome lady. Luo Ning looked down at the drooling monkey and said, "It's not a pet, it's my bodyguard."

"Sir, you are really joking." The welcome lady smiled charmingly, and the two dimples on her face were also beautiful.

Xiao Wu tried his best to break free from Luo Ning's hand, and then snapped his fingers at the welcome lady. Miss Yingbin didn't know why, but saw the monkey fall to the ground safely with his hands folded. Then came a series of three-way long fists.

Cool.

Luoning is a little worshipful.

"Wow~" Miss Yingbin at the door put her hands on her raised chest and squatted down to greet the monkey who was still boxing.

seems to be hooked. Xiao Wu's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth raised. Then a set of short fists slowly approached Miss Yingbin.

Ha ha ha ha! Hundreds of monkeys grab milk hands!

"Ah~" Miss Yingbin felt that her chest was tight, and the monkey suddenly showed an evil and **-swd smile. Miss Yingbin hurriedly took a step back and stumbled in front of the door.

Luo Ning not only did not scold his monkey, but laughed very proudly. He approached the welcome lady and looked at her angrily: "Sisters, this monkey is not as simple as a pet. You have also seen it. It's really unusual. It's the bodyguard I hired for a lot of money.

The welcome lady didn't dare to say anything more. Luo Ning picked up Xiao Wu and walked into the tavern called Heji Hemi.

The pervert~ Xiuxiu sat in the house and witnessed all this happening. Luo Ning, a seemingly dull guy, seems to be getting more and more hooligan now. But Xiuxiu is not very disgusted with this, but there is such a person who can defend himself with some novelty.

It is said that men are not bad and women do not love. Maybe I will fall in love with him. Xiuxiu's mind flashed by and hurriedly shook his head to warn himself, "Xiuxiu, your fiance is Kudo. This little hooligan can't compare with him a hundred times.

"Hey, what are you joking about?" Before he finished speaking, Luo Ning had already led Xiao Wu to sit opposite Xiuxiu. Xiuxiu was stunned and suddenly felt that her face was hot. She suddenly worried about whether the little hooligan had heard what she had just said.

Xiuxiu secretly glanced at Luo Ning and saw that he was teasing Xiao Wu. There seemed to be no abnormal behavior, so I was temporarily reintentioned. Obviously, he was a little afraid of Luo Ning, but Xiuxiu, who had always been very self-centered, still muttered in his heart, "Well, why am I like a thief?"

Maggie Ami Tavern is a very artistic art bar. Its walls are covered with paintings, photography, handicrafts, and original books by Kafka, Eliot and others on the bookshelf. Majiami is a restaurant with Nepalese, Indian and Tibetan flavors, which has been improved and tends to be westernized. The restaurant has a strong Tibetan style, wine glasses, wine pots, tables and stools, all of which are models of Tibetans; the Tibetan singers on the second floor perform Tibetan style programs by the bar, which makes the place full of Tibetan atmosphere. I glanced at the guests sitting in the pub. Many of the guests here are foreign tourists. Although drinks and meals are more expensive, there are still many tourists who come here to see the place where Yang Jiacuo once met his lover.

Open the brochure on the coffee table. I thought it was a menu, but I found that the messy handwriting in it was not the name of the dish, but the confessions written by tourists who came here to travel for their loved ones:

"Meng Meng, I went straight to Maggie Ami as soon as I arrived in Tibet. Sitting in the place where the love saint once met, I had the courage to relay the secret love in my heart. I love you. I have always loved you."

"Linger, the sky is not as high as my love, and the clouds are not as good as my love; knowing you is the luckiest thing in my life. I love you."

"Xiaoxuan, marry me. I love you."

"ido! Iloveyou!”

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English, Japanese, French, Korean...

Each picture is a yearning for love, and every yearning is a true love story. There are romantic, simple, secret love, and two lovers... Although the styles are very different, all confessions have one thing in common: they are very bloody to read.

"The guest book on the coffee table records the confession of love from the people who have sat here. Some tourists even wrote their confessions to their lovers on napkins after they used up the message book, and the restaurant also collected and published messages.

Although Xiuxiu usually looks like a man, there is also a lack of romantic psychology of beautiful girls. She grabbed the guest book in Luo Ning's hand and couldn't wait to ask the waiter for a pen: "It took five days to find that I had an inexplicable feeling for you. I don't know if this feeling is love.

"I'll go, man, write it to me. Why are you so numb? Although Luo Ning knew that this confession was not written to himself, he still embraced himself - although even he felt that he was very cheap to do so. But he doesn't want his wife to call someone else's husband five years later.

Xiuxiu stared at him and added another sentence behind the line: "Lord, give me a brick. I'll slap the pig's head on the opposite side."

"Lord, give me two bricks~" Luo Ning lengthen his voice, twisted his body and continued to read. Xiuxiu was so angry that Luo Ning couldn't laugh or laugh. She had never seen that this guy had such a thick face before.

"Well, I won't play with you anymore. If you don't like me, I still dislike you. I came in with you to hear about the monk named Cangyang Jiacuo. Luo Ning said and drew a book on the bookshelf next to him. I was a little dumbfounded when I opened it, because this scripture was all in Tibetan and was called Cangyang Jiacuo.

Xiuxiu pouted at him and asked, "Have you heard this poem? I'm afraid of hurting Fanxing, and I'm afraid of falling into the mountains. The world is safe and complete, and you will live up to the Buddha and live up to you."

"E... No." Luo Ning said embarrassingly.

"About a few hundred years ago, under a star and moon, a mysterious man came to a Tibetan pub on the southeast corner of Baguo Street in the ancient city of Lhasa. At this time, a girl as pure as the moon also came. Her beautiful face and affection are deeply imprinted in the heart and dream of this mysterious person. Since then, the mysterious man often visited this pub, looking forward to meeting the moon girl again. But unfortunately, the moon girl never appeared again. That wrote this popular poem for the mysterious figure to remember the moon girl.

An old and magnetic voice suddenly came from upstairs. Luo Ning Xiuxiu was shocked. At the corner of their stairs on the second floor, an old man in a red robe wrapped in gray linen sat by the tea table, with a cup of butter and strong tea in his hand.

If Xiuxiu makes fun of his ignorance, it's okay. Now another stranger interrupts to introduce Cangyang Jiacuo. It seems that everyone in the world knows that this person named Cangyang Jiacuo is ignorant. This made Ronin suddenly feel lightless. He took out his mobile phone and opened a software called Crazy Online Translation.

[Welcome to use Aifeng online translation software. Please enter what you want to translate.]

System prompt. Then Luo Ning turned on the camera on his mobile phone. Luo Ning followed the steps to open the whole Zang book called Cangyang Gyatso and scanned the foreword of the first photo with a camera.

After recording, Luo Ning coughed and said loudly, "Cangyang Jiacuo is a child of an ordinary farmer. At the age of three, he was designated as a reincarnation of the Dalai Lama. At the age of 15, he became the Dalai Lama, which was supposed to be a great one, but eventually disappeared into the tragedy of history. The twists and turns of fate have to make people sigh: nine times out of ten are unhappy in life; in the world, we can't help it! Don't talk about his politics or his achievements. Until he threw himself into the lake at the age of 24, he was thinking about a woman. Probably what makes him blame himself the most in his life is that he can't even protect his beloved woman. Of course, this woman is the moonlight girl he met in the restaurant on Octagon Street. He wrote many popular love poems for this woman.

"Cangyang Jiacuo is a true love monk. The type I like." Xiuxiu was a little surprised when she looked at the monk in red robe upstairs.

Luo Ning made a grimace and repeated her sentence after learning Xiuxiu's tone just now: "The type you like! It's a real beast..." It's just that Luo Ning said the word 'Love Monk' vaguely, which sounded like a 'beast'.

"You~" can't say a beautiful sentence.

Luo Ning added unrepentantly: "Be a good monk and come out and fool around. A person who can't even protect his own woman, thanks to your obsession.

"No. You are not right."

The old man in a red robe and gray cloth upstairs put down the tea in his hand and then pulled down the gray wrapping cloth on his head. Only then did Luo Ning and Xiuxiu understand that the kind-looking old man in front of them was a Zang monk: the red robe was the robe of the Zang monk, and the Buddha beads in his hand were reincarnating. He put his hands together and got up to bow to Luo Ning and Xiuxiu, which was also considered to be a greeting. Then he said, "Master Cangyang studied scriptures at the age of three, practiced martial arts at the age of five, and became a master of secret practice at the age of eight. It can be said that there are few enemies in the world. Falling in love with the moonlight girl was an accident in his practice and a test for him by God. In the choice of love and Buddha, he was bewitched by bad people and eventually became a victim of politics. It's not that he can't even protect his own woman, but he would rather suffer for his own women.

Xiuxiu nodded as if he didn't understand. Luo Ning asked angrily, "Are you the ** monk from that temple?"

The other party was stunned, and Xiuxiu wanted to apologize to others. However, the kind-looking old monk replied with a smile, "Dazhao Temple, the legal name is Nima Ciren."

"Master Nima Ciren?" Xiuxiu stood up in shock when she heard the name.

"Nima? Am I-so-Nima? Luo Ning said casually. Xiuxiu looked at him with a look of contempt.