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Blink of an eye for half a month. We occasionally check Pei Xizhen’s dynamics. However, he didn’t catch the news of the old fox as if he had evaporated from people. Ning Liufeng took Lao Jiang all over the departments and completely changed the name of all documents and materials. die temporarily entered the dormant period and didn’t deal with the new case. She quietly recovered, but every time I saw Lin Muxia and Lin Wan Wan appear at the same time, I deliberately escaped from my heart. I was almost riddled with contradictions and left the old Lama and me for less than four days a year. I symbolically took a half-month off to the sincerely sunny hotel and had a deep chat with Yu Xiao Yuan.
It took me four hours to prepare for driving, and the kid left the south city with a big heart and a clear heart.
Chapter three hundred and ninety-two Late-night appointment
"Are we going to play in Potala Palace?" When the heart is clear, Ann takes her to spread the drawing board and excitedly says, "Where’s Sister Zhu coming with us next time?"
In my mind, I drew a picture of a bamboo leaf with a red head. "She became a monk and became a female Lama."
"Wow!" Heart shine raised her hand and scratched her hair. She wondered, "Did you shave all your hair?"? It’s terrible. "
"Her bald head looks beautiful!" I chuckled, and I couldn’t help looking forward to this trip. Will there be a chance for bamboo leaves to meet again? Ear suddenly to heart clear shortness of wake up "big! The horse hit the guardrail! " My heart is pounding. Hold the steering wheel and adjust it quickly. Mom, the car needs to concentrate! In case of a car crash, it’s strange that the old fox can’t put me down!
At this time, it is already in the midsummer of July, and we are enjoying the scenery along the road while tasting the local special snacks. Anyway, there are still several days before the appointed date, and we need to get to Potala Palace on the same day.
Xin Qing’s little hand was stuck with a lump of candy. She complained, "This big sweet potato tastes terrible!" "
"Slice! It’s good to have food. Think about it. Many people haven’t eaten yet. We are happy. "I taught by persuasion that the mind is clear because of awakening. Although the intelligence is different from that of peers, although she knows a lot, her mood is still very tender. After a few years of growth, she is still a child.
We spent three happy days in the Potala Palace in Lhasa, and the pilgrimage and visitors kept coming and going. I looked at the incense and the genius at the door was a year. I remembered that I met Wolong when I was playing with Xinqing and Zhuyehong last year, and then Zhuyehong disappeared inexplicably … After a series of events, I was crying and stroking to find a three-star hotel near the ancient white jade Tibetan Dao.
There are two rooms in this house, but Xin Qing insists on sleeping with me, so I can’t stand her coquetry and agree
At night, I was tired from driving for a few days, took a shower, and then fell asleep in bed. The ringing "Kabbah, Kabbah" always bothered me. I was so depressed that I just opened my eyes and looked at the little girl lying on the bed, stuffing chips into her mouth with one hand and doodling with crayons with the other. I rolled my eyes and discussed, "It’s sunny, it’s very important, so go to sleep, okay?"
"Not good!" Xin Qing pursed her mouth and threw the crayon into the tunnel in anger. "Tell me the truth, don’t you hate Qing Qing?"
I am a little inexplicably comforted. "No, you think too much!" On wan ku
"You must hate me, otherwise how could you not help me take a bath?" Heart shine pointed to the open bathroom, and she stretched out her hand and gestured, "I’m only one meter tall, and the shower head hangs one meter and seven meters high!" I can’t reach it! "
How can I forget this?
I slammed my forehead and felt ashamed. "Big brother is careless, so I will help you take a shower with the shower nozzle."
Her heart is clear and her smile blooms. Her hands flip for a few seconds, and then she takes off her clothes. I take out the children’s bath lotion in my little wish bag, take my bare hands and walk into the bathroom. When the water temperature is almost the same, I put her in the square. I touch her skin with a shower nozzle and squeeze out the bath lotion to spread it all over her body and mind. I can’t help but pick up bubbles and hit my nose.
Immediately, I reacted and glanced at the stool next to my eyes. I felt cheated. I narrowed my eyes and said, "You little fool can take the shower nozzle with the stool!" "
"I’m lazy." Heart sunny hey hey smiled.
It took me an hour to tell a story and even bring a hand pat to finally put this little malefic to sleep. I breathed a sigh of relief and decided to fall asleep. Suddenly, a mobile phone shook. I picked up the bedside table and looked at it. It turned out to be a bamboo leaf red message! Hurriedly found that it was a ""
I didn’t know which tendon was wrong when I pressed my finger, and I replied, "What do you want to make trouble with for years?"
"hey? Didn’t sleep? Chatting with my sister? My mobile phone is almost a year overdue. I haven’t moved much. I can’t watch it. I was deducted 20 yuan! You call me back. "I read the bamboo leaf red in wait for a while for ten seconds and then sent back a text message." Hurry up! ! ！”
When I got up, I went to the window and dialed the bamboo leaf red number. Her second answer was exciting. "Very obedient. I guess you … should be in Lhasa now?"
"Yes! I have mixed feelings about coming and going for a year.
Zhu Yehong stopped for a few seconds and she said with relief, "Don’t go."
“why？” I’m confused
"The old Lama passed away." Zhu Yehong was slightly sad. She slowly explained, "The night before yesterday, before he died, he asked me to tell you that Nai was weak and he was deeply guilty of fulfilling his promise to the law. He only said four words, everything goes with fate."
I was shocked and said, "Sister Zhu, don’t fool me!"
"Idiot" Bamboo leaf red tongue gently rolls out this word that drives me crazy. She smiles appealed. "The old Lama counts me as half a master. I won’t joke about his life and say how have you been recently? It is said that how much oil and water did you get when you became the acting head of Fenggang Village? "
"You are still poor … you are a parallel nun." I can’t accept the old Lama’s death for a while. "Just so-so, what oil and water can your bird village have? I’m an honest and clean village official!"
Bamboo leaves red fork topic: "The moon is fine today. Would you like a glass of wine?"
"When I am afraid of you?" I turned my head and looked at the sleeping center. "Name a place!"
"If you can’t catch the door at the bottom of Potala Palace in 15 minutes, you won’t wait until it expires!" Bamboo leaves are red. Hehe laughs. She hangs up.
I put away my mobile phone, put on my clothes, covered my heart, and left the hotel. I started the car and drove to Potala Palace. When I arrived at my destination, the bamboo leaves were covered with dark red lamas. She looked at me from afar. When I approached, she stopped less than three meters apart. I imagined several reunion scenes, but my eyes were in such a hurry …
"I’m a minute late, so I can’t drink your wine." Bamboo leaves are red, moist and attractive, and her lips lightly move and she blows a kiss. Her voice is pressed to the lowest level. "Remember never to go to the appointment. I’ll see you later."
"Hey … you call me to come and say a word? Can’t the mobile phone tell me? " I’m confused. She’s a woman who can’t figure out her mind, as if you never know what she thinks.
"Nothing. I just want to see you. I’m doing well in Porsche."
Zhu Yehong stepped on the steps, and she didn’t answer, "My wish is over and I will continue to practice."
"Mom, you live for me!" I am unwilling to shout
"Please go back quietly, benefactor."
The red and exquisite figure of bamboo leaves gradually disappeared in my sight. I sat angrily on the steps and smoked a cigarette. I was worried that the little girl would wake up and couldn’t find me, so I rushed back to the hotel. When I knocked on the door, my heart was clear and I was kicked off. It was fun to sleep. I don’t know what dream she had, but she was so worried that she was forced to live by the Virgin.
I rewrote her quilt and fell asleep soon.
A good year came to an end because of the death of the old Lama. The next day, I opened my eyes and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I was puzzled by the fact that the bamboo leaves were red last night. What told me not to go to the appointment today? The old Lama has passed away. Does it mean that someone is waiting for us to be trapped before laying a trap?
Zhu Yehong didn’t say the reason. I made up my mind a little last year. It is very likely that the old Lama found out the secret meaning of the heart and told others. Maybe he knew that the death patrol made people move their bad minds. Zhu Yehong is a new generation of female lamas with great popularity, but I’m afraid it’s not as good as it has been for many years before she quietly told me the news in a subtle way.
She didn’t say that maybe someone was spying on her.
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Xin Qing woke up at ten o’clock without a word. She picked up the crayons and pulled out a piece of white paper. The little girl looked carefully and drew pictures. My heart moved. She didn’t disturb her. Look quietly, she drew freely.
When I put pen to paper, I hesitated for a moment. In less than half a minute, she drew the outline of a Lama, then carefully depicted the protagonist in a different color, and then drew the relief stone fence of the surrounding scenery quickly … which made me feel strange and familiar. Finally, I picked up the black crayon and the Lama’s left face was as vivid as a mole.
Picking up her death message map, I hesitated, "Sunny, what did you dream?"
"The Buddha seals the relic fossils" and "When people die, the lights go out." Xin Qing looked at my question and repeated these fourteen words. She couldn’t figure out what these two words meant. In the dream, the Lama told me that he read me a bunch of smelly and long scriptures, and I didn’t understand a word. Then he picked up a pen and wrote these words, and he flew away on a big bird … "
"I don’t know where you met a Lama with a mole in your dream?" I am curious way
Xin Qing blinked. She was naive and heterodox. "It was the place where we met the old Lama who gave you the Tibetan Dao in Potala Palace last year!"
Chapter three hundred and ninety-three Wash the Heart Sutra
"You wait for me." I rolled up the death message map drawn by Kindly Sunny, took out my mobile phone and dialed the bamboo leaf red number. As always, I sat quietly at the bedside. What little girl would dream of meeting the old Lama last year? This Lama with moles recited scriptures and left words and died? I’m a maverick, bamboo leaves and red leaves, meeting me late at night, waking up, and never going to the appointment place. These two mysteries are getting bigger and bigger in my heart, and I can vaguely feel that it must be a clear heart, a death patrol, and I believe that if I make an appointment for one year, the old Lama will have a way to solve it, but he has passed away.
Before he died, the old Lama asked her to tell me everything happened …
I touched my waist, and since the ancient white jade Tibetan Dao is destined to come, I think it’s necessary to go today, but I can’t take it with me. After I decided, I picked up Xinqing and earnestly said, "Qingqing, why don’t you stay here today and don’t go anywhere?"
"Big" has a clear heart and watery eyes. She looks forward to saying, "Will you come back?"
"meeting"
I glanced at the room. If someone knows our whereabouts like the back of his hand, it would be dumbfounded if I touched it while I was rushing to the Potala Palace. I smiled lightly. "You can’t run back until I come and pick you up."
Heart sunny ignorant nodded "ok, I won’t make trouble"
Then I ran to a shop outside and talked with the owner for a little while, and spent 200 yuan. The other party came to the hotel with his ID card to help me live in a good room next door. Of course, the room was mine. I pulled the window sill, stepped on the box, stretched out my hand and pulled the window next door, and then turned into the next room with my heart clear. I told him, "Be obedient. Don’t go out if you want to pull the curtains."
"Well" heart sunny happy should way.
I went back to my house to check my equipment and grabbed my car keys. When I arrived at Potala Palace from the hotel, it was already 10: 30. I walked for nearly an hour by memory and finally found the place where I met the old Lama last year. I leaned against the stone fence and smoked while quietly observing the surroundings. This is very close to the painting art gallery. I vaguely remember that I, Xin Qing and Zhu Yehong met the old Lama when I was going back from swimming the gallery last year.
At this time, all kinds of tourists and lamas walked around, but there was nothing unusual.
After about an hour, my legs were a little stiff, so I just sat down and stretched. I caught a glimpse of a little Lama wait for a while at the exit of the painting art gallery in the corner of my eye and looked at me for a few seconds. Then I turned around and rushed into the gallery! Be alert. I realized that someone found out and came to ask me out! It’s hard to ask for help, but my wife can’t escape!
Not long after, a middle-aged Lama steadily walked out of the painting art gallery. He came straight to me with an iron rod about six feet long in his hand and politely said, "Tashildler."
"Tashildler" I greeted him with a smile, and I stared at his face on the left side, which was exactly like a heart painting, with a mole as big as a small fingernail! I’m afraid life will come to an end when the Lama with the iron staff appears on death patrol, so pretend to know before you find out what the other person is doing.
"The benefactor is polluted by fierce rage … it’s very heavy." Lama Tiezhang smiled gently. "Although the heart is like a rock, it can affect the mind somewhat. Can you have a light instrument with you?"
I can actually see this and say that this iron rod Lama is not superficial.
"What’s your name?" I pulled out the ancient white jade Tibetan Dao thoughtfully and said, "I don’t know if this is an instrument, but a Lama gave it to me."
"Imperial Dragon Knife" Middle-aged Lama’s mouth didn’t show any unexpected expression. He slowly said, "I am a poor monk."
The name of the ancient white jade Tibetan Dao is actually called Imperial Dragon Dao …