From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 323 The Non-Existent Buddha Light
The news that Li Yang was in Sera Monastery was kept secret, and was not spread outside under the instructions of Master Losandani.

After entering the snowy mountains, he was completely cut off from this world. The temperature on Jianxing Peak was extremely low, and most electronic equipment would freeze and malfunction, losing signal.

Similarly, the news that Gao Miao would receive the Zhenzong initiation ceremony at Sera Monastery was not spread. The whole world was as dull as ever, and it was quietly changing after the revival of spiritual energy was made public.

But this day was unusual for little Zhuoma.

She is going into the snowy mountains to participate in the annual baptism and blessing.

This is her last year to be baptized, because the maximum age limit is nine years old, and she just turned nine this year.

Upon learning that it was his benefactor Karma Mikyeo Dorje who blessed little Dolma on the mountain, Basang specially stuffed a lot of the best butter tea and cheese cakes into little Dolma's backpack and asked her to take them to Master Mikyeo Dorje.

Carrying her backpack in the crowd, little Zhuoma looked around, feeling uneasy.

The square was now almost packed with people and noisy. Twenty or so school-age children were surrounded in the middle, and an old lama was communicating with the herdsmen and calming them down.
From time to time, there were people as big as little Zhuoma who were sent to participate in the baptism and blessing.
The place of blessing is not in Sera Monastery, but on the sacred Mount Kailash. The herders believe that only the melted snow water from the most sacred and pure snow mountain can cleanse the filth of the human body and obtain the blessing of Eternal Heaven.

This is also a custom similar to a coming-of-age ceremony that has been established on the Western Desert grasslands. Although you are not yet an adult, when you complete the blessing at the age of nine, it means that you have left your childhood.

Not all herders have the heart to send such young children to Mount Kailash in December, and the children who can complete three consecutive years of receiving blessings are called "celestial children" and are said to receive infinite blessings.

This year is also little Zhuoma’s third year.

By ten o'clock in the morning, all the children who were willing to participate in the blessing ceremony had arrived. Little Zhuoma looked around and saw that there were probably less than forty children.

At eleven o'clock, no more herders came with their children. Losandani stood at the front of the crowd, bowed deeply, put his hands together,

"It's time to eat."

A dozen young lamas brought out steaming porridge and rice from the temple.
Before heading to the snow-capped mountains, all children must eat a bowl of "eight-clean porridge", are not allowed to eat meat, and must wash themselves clean and wear white clothes.

In addition to these more than 40 children, there are also ten older lamas who will enjoy the vegetarian meal. They will take these children up the mountain to eat and travel together.

Little Zhuoma sat quietly in her seat, and saluted obediently to the lama who was distributing porridge, but her eyes looked around from time to time, as if she was looking for something.

After turning around for a while and not seeing the familiar figure, little Zhuoma sighed in disappointment and started drinking porridge.

In the biting cold wind, a little warmth and sweetness slowly spread from the mouth to the whole body.

Little Zhuoma really likes this feeling.

When she raised her head, the figure still hadn't appeared. Little Zhuoma clasped her hands together, put down her bowl and chopsticks, and waited for the Lama master to come and clean up.

He lowered his head in a depressed mood, and suddenly a tall black shadow broke into his sight, blocking all the light in front of him.
Little Zhuoma looked up in surprise, but what she saw was a young man in a red robe.

Seeing Xiao Zhuoma's obviously depressed face, Gao Miao smiled unhappily: "Why, you don't welcome me so much?"

"No, no, I thought it was the cauldron that came to send me off."

Little Zhuoma regained her usual smile on her face and realized that her behavior just now was very impolite.

Gao Miao shook his head and placed his palm gently on little Zhuoma's head.

"You Daguo couldn't come because of something, so I came to see you off."

Although little Zhuoma is nine years old, she is actually much shorter than other children of the same age and her physique is not that good.

But this short and thin little girl had a stronger compassion than adults, and she actually dared to save the mother wolf who was shot.

Gao Miao sighed softly, finally understanding why Li Yang took special care of this little girl.

"You need to listen to the masters, don't run around, and don't rescue animals alone like you did before."

"Oh, okay~"

"I will come to pick you up in seven days."

"What about the cauldron?"

"Li Zhen...if your Daguo problem is resolved, I will definitely come to you."

"Well then~~" Little Zhuoma rolled her eyes and said slyly, "Actually, I already knew it a long time ago. You don't have to hide it from me anymore."

"You know?" Gao Miao's face froze, then he smiled bitterly: "What do you know?"

"Hehehe, I won't tell you~"

Gao Miao wanted to ask more, but the lamas in the temple had already started to clean up the dishes.
They are about to set off.

"See you when I get back!"

Little Zhuoma was mixed in with more than forty children and was almost half a head shorter than Gao Miao. She could only wave her hands to signal Gao Miao.

Gao Miao stood there, smiled knowingly, and clasped his hands together to bless the little girl.

On the square, the onlookers and herdsmen consciously made way for the children and the accompanying lamas, leading directly to the temple gate.

It was not the first time for little Zhuoma to go up the snow mountain. She saw Apa in the crowd, who looked reluctant to leave, and waved to him vigorously.

Sera Monastery is built at the foot of Mount Kailash, but they did not go up the mountain on foot as that would be too dangerous, and dozens of yaks were already waiting outside the monastery.

These are domestic yaks, very docile, and when they see someone approaching, they obediently lick the lama's hands.

First, the yaks in front were asked to carry food and water. When everything was ready, little Zhuoma was carried onto the yaks and the journey officially began.
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The lamas and the children rode away on yaks and slowly turned into a few tiny dots in the wind and snow.

On the square, the tourists and herdsmen who were watching gradually dispersed.

After seven days, the children who participated in the baptism would be sent down the mountain.

The crowd of onlookers had almost dispersed, and only Gao Miao was still standing in the center of the square, looking down in deep thought.
"Master, the abbot of the Jokhang Temple, Master Songpu Ale, has arrived and is standing at the temple gate. Do you need to go and greet him?"

Losandini bowed respectfully and said,

An old lama in his seventies bowed to him. Gao Miao felt a little uncomfortable at first, but now he has almost gotten used to it.

"Just go and greet them. I'll be quiet for the next few days. I don't want to see any visitors."

Jokhang Temple is one of the largest temples in the Western Desert Grassland and has a great influence in the Western Desert Sanskrit. The arrival of Master Songpu Ale means that the lama representatives who support Zhenzong's lineage in the Western Desert Sanskrit are basically present.

This also means that the enthronement ceremony of the reincarnated Zhenzong will begin soon.

The closer it got to this moment, the more panicked Gao Miao became. His heart, which had already resigned itself to fate, began to stir again.
"Master Losandani, tell me, if I complete the initiation, will the memories of previous Zhenzong be awakened? At that time, will I still be myself?"

Gao Miao pondered for a moment and finally asked this question.

He was afraid that after the initiation, he would become another person, and everything that originally belonged to Gao Miao would disappear from this body.

At this time, there were not many people in the square. Losandini smiled and said, "The True Sect is the True Sect. There is only one True Sect throughout the ages. He is unchanging and also changing."

Gao Miao was suspicious: "Change, but also no change? What's the logic behind this?"

"When the ceremony is over, the Zen master will understand." Losandani put his hands together with a solemn expression: "By then, the Buddha's light will shine on the world again, bringing good fortune and happiness to the world and dispelling diseases and hardships."

Well, this is another confusing statement. Gao Miao scratched his hair in annoyance.

"Stop, stop. Go do your own thing. I want to relax for the next two days. Don't bother me."

After Gao Miao's fierce resistance and threats, Sera Monastery was forced to give up sending lamas to follow Gao Miao's daily life. In Gao Miao's words, that was espionage and a violation of his human rights.

"Yes."

Losandini tactfully withdrew and called on his disciples to welcome the abbot of the Jokhang Temple.

Gao Miao returned to his residence, changed out of his red robe, and put on the clothes he wore before joining the army.

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With a long sigh, Gao Miao walked out of the house and began to stroll aimlessly in Sera Monastery.
"It's definitely not as weird as possessing someone else's body. At most, there will be a few more memories of ancient people in my brain. What's the big deal?"

"I live in the 21st century. I am Gao Miao. No matter how much enlightenment I receive, I am still Gao Miao!"

"Zhongdao, I never thought I would become Zhongdao in this way."

As I walked, my mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, sadness, joy, and all kinds of emotions.

Gao Miao recited the Heart Purification Mantra taught to him by an old monk on Mount Wutai, and gradually his heart became calmer.
Anyway, things are already determined, so it is better to think about the good side, which will make you feel better.
Gao Miao longed for strength in his heart, and he knew this very well.
After experiencing the Ma Yi Mountain incident, the scene of the captain and platoon leader's sacrifice was still vivid in his mind. At that time, he hated his own weakness, so when faced with the invitation to Mount Wutai, he weighed it again and again and decided to go without telling his parents.

"This initiation is over. After all, it is a kind of Tao. Platoon leader, captain, if you knew that Xiao Gao back then has now become a true sect of the Brahma sect, you would definitely be relieved."

While muttering to himself, he walked in the temple. At this time, many herdsmen were packing up their things and moving their backpacks and luggage onto tricycles and yaks.

Gao Miao had already walked past a house, but then he stopped and looked back.

"Basang?"

A very sturdy black-skinned herdsman was carrying luggage. He looked in the direction of the sound and his eyes lit up.
"Tashi Delek, it's Zen Master Gao Miao!"

Although Gao Miao had changed his clothes, Basang still recognized him.
Apart from anything else, Gao Miao's kindness in saving little Zhuoma from the wolf pack was something that this simple herdsman will always remember.

"This is what you are doing?"

Gao Miao glanced at the street and found that many herdsmen were packing up their things.
"To be honest with you, Master, little Zhuoma still has seven days to go to the snowy mountains. I will come to pick her up after seven days." Basang scratched his head embarrassedly: "The cattle and sheep on the ranch need to be taken care of. It is too hard for little Zhuoma's mother to do it alone. I have to go back temporarily."

It's not just Basang, many of the surrounding herdsmen have similar reasons.

This is the life of ordinary people, no flying swords, no discussion of scriptures, only firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
They gathered here only because of the small and devout beliefs in their hearts.

Gao Miao was stunned for a moment, then smiled kindly: "Let me help you."

"How can this be possible? You are a god-like figure..." Basang had watched TV and knew that the person in front of him had a say in the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

"It's okay. You're a great husband and father. You remind me of my own father."

Gao Miao smiled brightly and started moving the luggage without saying anything.

Gao Miao was a genius after all, so he quickly moved some of the luggage onto the tricycle. Basang was very nervous and kept saying thank you.

The last thing was a plastic bag. The bag was very thin and accidentally broke during the transportation process, and the things inside fell to the ground.

"It's okay, I'll pick it up."

Basang hurriedly greeted him, lowered his head and began to clean up.
Gao Miao looked apologetic and cleaned up the place with Basang.

These are some of little Zhuoma’s school supplies, but little Zhuoma doesn’t know many words, and neither does Basang. Basically, they have some charcoal pencils, oil sticks, and drawing books.

"What is this?" Gao Miao picked up a notebook with a page just opened.

Basang laughed heartily: "Oh, these are all little Zhuoma's notes. She's scribbling all the time. Hahahahaha."

"May I take a look at it?"

"Of course, this is little Zhuoma's luck."

After getting Basang's approval, Gao Miao flipped through the album.

Little Zhuoma's paintings were abstract, after all, she was just a kid, but Gao Miao understood what she was drawing.
The notebook was an ordinary blue-lined grid exercise book that cost one dollar. Most of the front was filled with scenes of the grassland, fluttering prayer flags, grazing cows and sheep, a sleeping and snoring father, and the moon and the sun.

There is even a scene of baptism on the snowy mountain from the previous two years, where a person in black and a person in white sat on the snowy mountain, with many children below.
Infected by the childlike innocence of little Zhuoma, Gao Miao felt a warm feeling in his heart.

There are also paintings from recent days.

There is a picture of a person buried in thick snow, sitting in the snow with his eyes closed, and a halo painted on his body with a yellow brush.
"This is?"

Basang came over and took a look.

"Oh, this is the scene when little Zhuoma found Brother Li. At that time, little Zhuoma suddenly ran into the mountain alone. We went to look for her and saw her digging through the snow on the mountain. We wanted to scold her, but we didn't expect there was someone under the snow."

Gao Miao smiled and said, "Maybe this is what is called fate."

Keep flipping through the pages, and you’ll see Li Yang appearing more and more frequently in the albums.

We ate together under the five-colored prayer flags, rode on yaks across the grassland, and there were more than a hundred-story buildings...

Turning to the last page, Gao Miao was somewhat confused by what was written on it.

It was a place similar to a mountain, with a hollow in the middle, and many strange things were drawn with bright yellow and five-color lines, like clouds.

Gao Miao thought for a long time, then suddenly froze, and then looked up at a rising snow-capped mountain on the horizon.

The snow-capped mountains are far away, but their outlines can be seen in the temple.

That is the place where Li Yang was in seclusion, the Zen treasure Guanming Mountain and Jianxing Peak!

Basang saw Gao Miao's expression and came closer with confusion:

"Oh, this was just drawn by little Zhuoma yesterday, and she even had a fight with me over it, hahahaha"

"Why are you arguing? It's just a painting, right?"

Basang shook his head and pointed at the bright yellow chaotic lines on the notebook with his right hand.

"There was clearly nothing there, but little Dolma kept saying there were golden clouds in the sky above the mountain, and many bright, colorful Buddha lights were shining out from the mountain."

"I refuted her, but she still insisted that I was lying..."

"Boom"

The album in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. Gao Miao was stunned, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Hey, Zen Master, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Basang picked up the album in a panic.
"some."

"What is there?"

"The Buddha's light and the golden clouds are all there."

It was as if a tsunami was stirring up in his mind. Gao Miao struggled to speak, and for a moment he even felt his throat was a little dry.
He raised his head and looked towards the Jianxing Peak in the distance. There was a glittering glow there, with five-colored golden light shining through the mountain. The scenery was magnificent and extraordinary.
This is the virtual image of the transformation of the soul. Ordinary people cannot see it.
He suddenly thought of the wooden stick that Li Yang had given him before he went into seclusion, and the words on the stick.

"In this world and out of this world, the true emptiness is not empty. Holding on to appearances is not true, and destroying appearances is also not true."

His body was almost unstable, and he struggled to steady himself. Gao Miao's voice was almost like a dream, with a sense of absurdity and disbelief:

"We seem to have missed a lot of things,"

"I wasn't the only one who walked into the columbarium that day..."

(End of this chapter)