He Lianzheng remained silent for a while, his eyelashes drooping, covering his colorful eyes.
There was a lot of questions I wanted to ask, such as how Dama died, such as Dama's awkward gesture at the end... But when the words came to my mouth, I swallowed them again.
What is the need to ask? She is always good for him, he believes.
Her eyes were covered with clouds, and no one could see her true mood clearly, but behind the clouds, he knew that there was a grassland that belonged to him.
Even if she overthrew her hands in a bloody storm and manipulated the game of chess without double schemes, he only wanted to be a foolish man and not explore the chilling truth behind those schemes.
Like her, fulfill her, the world is vast, it's up to her.
There was commotion ahead, and the four guardian lamas of Huyin Temple had arrived. The four of them must have heard what happened today on the way, and their expressions were not very good.
"Where did the living Buddha point before he passed away?" the head lama asked as soon as he arrived.
Everyone silently pointed to Wang Ting.
The four of them were stunned and looked at each other.
Before leaving the Huyin Temple, Dama Living Buddha once said that he might never return, and left a last word, asking the guardian lama to look for the next living Buddha according to his dying posture. Now this word has come true in the royal court .
It was the first time in many years that the living Buddha reincarnated in such a close place.
However, Dama's finger was so firmly pointed in that direction that no one could change it under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The four guardian lamas led their disciples and rushed to the apse of the royal court holding Dama's dharma artifacts.
The direction of the apse is exactly where He Lianzheng and Feng Zhiwei live, a spacious courtyard where all the people they are close to live here and there.
There are only two children, Chamutu and Gu Zhixiao.
Liu Mudan followed all the way to the apse, with joy in her eyes—if the reincarnated soul of the Living Buddha possessed Chamutu, then the problem of Helianzheng's fate that had been troubling her would be solved.
The door opened, and in the nurse's arms, Gu Zhixiao, who was over one year old, and Chamutu, who was half a year old, were sleeping soundly. They were suddenly awakened by human voices. When they opened their eyes and saw so many strange adults with serious expressions, Chamutu was immediately frightened. burst into tears.
Gu Zhixiao didn't cry, his dark eyes rolled and turned, his small nose sniffed, and at such an advanced age, he actually showed a thoughtful expression.
The Chief Dharma Protector Lama knelt at the door with a dignified expression, and gently placed in front of him a string of agarwood beads that Dama Living Buddha used most during his lifetime, and the previous copper-clad black gold ritual vessel.
The felt blanket was rolled up, and the lamas and patriarchs of the Huyin Temple knelt at the steps, everyone held their breath, and there was no sound on all sides.
Surprised by the solemn atmosphere, the nanny put down the two children. At the end of the long carpet, Chamutu cried for a while, seeing no one was paying attention, he had to slowly get up on the carpet by himself.
Chamutu has grown strong since he was a child, and his legs and feet are strong at only half a year old. Climbing so slowly, he actually came straight to the relic of Dama.
Everyone showed joy.
Feng Zhiwei stood far away at the gate of the yard, with her hands behind her back, and she didn't even look this way, she just frowned and wondered why Xiao Dai hadn't come back yet, at such an important moment—
Chamutu climbed up to the two relics and grabbed the Buddhist beads.
The Great Lama Protector moved his lips tremblingly, and joyfully opened his arms to receive him.
Chamutu loosened his small fist, and the Buddhist beads fell, hurting his toes. He burst into tears again, and was about to step on the Buddhist beads when he raised his foot.
The big lama quickly snatched the Buddhist beads from under his feet, with a look of disappointment on his face.
At this point, it is basically certain that it is not Chamutu. The great lama still did not give up, and passed the magic weapon to Chamutu, but Chamutu had already thrown himself into the arms of the rushing nanny, crying and pushing it away. Opening the magic weapon, the small faces were all wrinkled together.
Everyone sighed in disappointment.
The chief lama looked at the magic weapon in his hand hesitantly, exchanged glances with the three guardians around him, and quickly reached a consensus, then lowered his eyelids, and quickly put away the magic weapon and prayer beads.
Several patriarchs' eyes flashed, but they didn't speak.
Obviously, the lamas of Huyin Temple did not want Gu Zhixiao to come into contact with Dama's relics. Although the origin of this child is unknown, he was adopted by the concubine. Concubine, there will be no more constraints.
Although the number of male living Buddhas reincarnated or possessing female living Buddhas in the past is rare, it is not uncommon. No one dares to take this risk.
The relics are about to be put away.
The nanny was instructed to come over, picked up Gu Zhixiao, and tried to take her away.
Feng Zhiwei watched from a distance with his hands behind his back, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Gu Zhixiao, who had been staring at those two things and sniffing them with his small nose, suddenly laughed.
Immediately, she struggled in the nanny's arms and twisted her body, leaning forward, leaning towards the direction of the big lama, motioning for the nanny to take her there, but the nanny hesitated, Gu Zhixiao immediately raised her hand to pull her hair.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this willingness to get close to the relics of the living Buddha immediately caused a commotion. The grand lama could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb, and with a stiff face, he slowly put the two relics on the ground.
Gu Zhixiao kicked the nanny, forcing her to hug herself in front of the relic, giggling, and pasted her delicate face on the shiny magic weapon.
She closed her eyes, her expression was intoxicated, the smoke from the incense burner behind her was curling up, and her palm-sized face suddenly seemed a little more solemn and quiet in the pale smoke, like a holy lotus flower, blooming above the clouds, nine heavens among.
The chief grand lama proclaimed a Buddhist chant.
Vatican sang.
Everyone bowed down silently.
Gu Zhixiao giggled, intoxicated by the aura on the Buddhist bead, unaware that at this moment, her actions determined the fate of the grassland for decades to come.
In the distance, Feng Zhiwei showed a calm and clear smile in the shadow, but that smile seemed a bit malicious no matter what.
I went to Dama's place last night, and while I was picking up the oil lamp, I replaced Dama's magic weapon silently. Inside the magic weapon, there was a kind of incense powder developed by Zong Chen himself, which smelled like walnuts. It is the one that Gu Zhixiao is most familiar with, and it belongs to Gu Nanyi’s taste. Feng Zhiwei saw that Gu Zhixiao was too attached to Gu Nanyi, and consciously arranged for Zong Chen to get it out. This little girl has a good nose since she was a child, and she is very sensitive to the smell of Gu Nanyi who has been with her day and night. As soon as she took out the magic weapon today, she smelled the faint scent of walnuts.