From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 324: Melting Ice
Mount Kailash, foothill road.

Gray is the original color of Mount Kailash, white is the ice and snow, and above is the clear blue sky with a few clouds floating in the mountains.

The altitude nearby has risen to more than 2,000 meters. The yaks carrying the lamas and children have begun to breathe heavily, and white smoke is constantly exhaled from their mouths and noses.

"Whoosh whoosh"

Little Zhuoma could hear the yak's breathing becoming heavier and the oxygen in the air becoming thinner. Even a strong animal like a yak could not continue to carry the load at this altitude.

The leading old lama signaled to stop and rest for a while.

From a distance, one could only see a few straight upward ribbons on the vast grassland. Those were the herdsmen's tents on the grassland, emitting steam and smoke.

Little Zhuoma looked at the snow-white mountain ridges all around, rolled off the yak's back, took out some dry food from her backpack, broke it in half, and looked at the yak that was panting heavily.
After thinking about it, I felt a little sad and broke it in half again.
Then he broke it in half.
Finally, looking at the cake in her hand, which was only one-eighth the size of her palm, little Zhuoma nodded with satisfaction, dug up some grass roots from the snow and fed them to the yaks.

"Good boy, hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon!"

"Moo!"

The yak let out a long cry, obviously liking this temporary owner who was considerate of its life. It knelt on the ground, chewing grass roots, and let little Zhuoma stroke its mane.

An old lama noticed little Dolma's action, his face twitched, and he put his hands together.

"This child has the wisdom of compassion."

Mount Kailash is extremely steep, with some cliffs hanging high like ladders to heaven and covered with ice and snow. Only birds with wings have a chance to fly over it.

In the eyes of herders, Mount Kailash is the incarnation of gods, unattainable, majestic and revered.

The destination of their trip was a temple built deep in Mount Kailash, which was usually uninhabited. People would only go there during the annual blessing ceremony or when the ice and snow melted in spring.

An old lama looked at Xuefeng and said slowly, "I wonder if I can meet Master Mijue Dorje this time."

A younger lama nearby said, "Master Mijue Dorje has been practicing hard in the snowy mountains and does not personally participate in the blessing ceremony every year."

"It is extremely rare that the master personally guided me in the first two years."

The old lama nodded and didn't think about it.

The snow was getting thicker and thicker, and the mountain road that had not been walked for a long time was covered with snow. The yaks' feet made a crunching sound when they stepped on the ice and snow.

Some children who were weak-willed wanted to back out, but when they saw that little Zhuoma, who was even thinner than themselves, was persisting, they gritted their teeth and said nothing.

"We can't go any further. The road ahead is covered with snow!"

Little Zhuoma was at the back and could hear the loud shouts of the lama master in the front from a distance.

There was a commotion in the yak team. The leading lama signaled the team to stop and led people to check.
It was a mountain road next to a cliff, and the snow on the cliff collapsed and covered the road.

Some young lamas tried to dig through the snow, but after digging for two meters, with sweat all over their heads, they still saw no signs of clearing the snow.

"The snowstorm this year is really a bit strong."

"I heard that the climate in various places is abnormal because of the influence of the revival of spiritual energy."

"What should we do? Should we go back the same way?"

There are other mountain roads, but they are very long and it is impossible to reach the small temple before dark.

Walking on mountain roads at night is too risky. These are just children and no one dares to take the risk.

The old lama who led the team frowned.
We have to go back, this baptism blessing may have to be cancelled!

No one knew who spread the news, but it quickly spread among the children.

Some children who didn't want to suffer in the mountains were relieved. It is natural for children of this age to love playing. After a small commotion, they simply came down and the yaks began to get familiar with each other.
Little Zhuoma breathed out white hot air and ran to the front of the team. She squatted down and watched the lama master directing the yaks to clear the snow.

"Master, are we going back?"

"Yes, maybe we really have to go back." The older lama responded helplessly.

Too much time has been wasted. If we continue, we may not even have enough time to return.

"Ah, then how do we count our baptism this time? Can we just count it as a success?"

"Well, I'm afraid not."

"Oh, good."

Little Zhuoma sighed, with a look of disappointment on her little face, but she became happy again when she thought about being able to see Apa and the big pot soon.

"Hey, Master Chef, you must be hungry, would you like some cheesecake?"

Since we can't go up, then the cakes that Apa prepared can't be given away.
Little Zhuoma had been aroused by the aroma of the cheese cake all the way, and couldn't wait to take a piece out of her backpack and break it open.
Hehehe, I shared it with the chef so that Apa couldn’t say anything to me.

Little Zhuoma was proud of her own intelligence.

The old lama looked at the little girl with bright black eyes, smiled with satisfaction, and took a piece of the cheese cake.

"Thank you, little donor."

After thanking her, the old lama found that the little girl was still looking up at him, thinking that it was little Zhuoma who wanted to confirm whether to go down the mountain, so he smiled and replied: "Dig deeper and see if the road is still blocked, we have to go down the mountain."

At this time, little Zhuoma was about to cry.

She didn't care whether the snow path could be dug through or not. She was looking at the big piece of cheese cake in the old lama's hand.

How could this master chef be like this? That big piece is mine!
Seeing that her eye contact was useless, little Zhuoma had no choice but to lower her head in grievance and protect the much smaller piece of cheese cake in her hand.
After digging for another ten minutes, there was still no sign of unblocking the channel. The old lama sighed.

"No need to dig any more, go back, I will discuss this with Master Losandani."

Little Zhuoma raised her head happily and licked the crumbs of the cheese cake on her hands.

The group counted the number of people and packed up their supplies on the mountain road, preparing to return. Some children were overjoyed, feeling lucky that they didn't have to go up and suffer.

“Gurgle, gurgle!”

Before the yaks started to descend the mountain, a lama suddenly heard a strange noise on the mountain path.

"what sound?"

"I don't know, like boiling water bubbling?"

"Is there an avalanche?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the yak team immediately began to panic. In this situation, an avalanche could be fatal.

A young lama looked around and suddenly pointed to the back and said in shock:

"Look behind you!"

Behind the team, a large amount of white mist suddenly rose from the snow-covered mountain road. There was also the sound of flowing water between the rising clouds and mist, as if a piece of red-hot charcoal was passing through the snow.

Some lamas were on high alert. The yak team seemed to sense something and paced restlessly on the spot.
"All disciples, protect the child behind you!"

The old lama looked solemn.
In his perception, there seemed to be a ferocious being approaching in the snow in front of him.

As we got closer, the snow became thinner and thinner, and a figure could be vaguely seen in the crystal clearness.
Something was coming from the other side of the mountain path.

The lamas' heartbeats accelerated violently, and the overwhelming pressure made it almost difficult for them to breathe.
In the silence, something came out, but it was not some evil beast or demon.
It was a man, a man in a black robe,

He clasped his hands together, and a bright light shone from his body. A halo appeared behind his head, like a character in mythology.

On the mountain road more than ten meters behind, the ice and snow turned into water vapor, which was constantly evaporating and flowing.

“It’s the Master! It’s Master Mikyo Dorje!”

When he recognized the person, the old lama's solemn expression suddenly relaxed and turned into boundless joy.
The children behind him did not recognize the guy in the black robe, but were shocked by the strange sight before them.

But soon, they realized that the baptism would go on as usual, and for a moment they all had bitter faces.
"It's over!"

Little Zhuoma's face instantly fell. She guiltily hid the remaining half of the cheese cake in her backpack, and quickly wiped the crumbs off the yak with her little hands.

She just couldn't help eating piece after piece of the cheesecake she brought to give away.

What should I do?! I will definitely be beaten by Apa when I go down the mountain this time!
Thinking of this, little Zhuoma's throat moved and she almost cried out.
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Sera Monastery, square,

After waving goodbye to Basang, Gao Miao stopped where he was, with thousands of thoughts rushing into his mind.

He held a wooden stick in his hand, which Li Yang had given him before he went into seclusion.

Once you have an idea in your mind, you can't stop thinking about it.
As long as you think about it, some previously unnoticed places will become abrupt.

Gao Miao recalled the first time he saw little Zhuoma, a little girl surrounded by countless wolves.
The wolves were starving in the snow, but they did not harm little Zhuoma.
Those wild yaks on the snowy mountains are willing to be mounts. Are they really submitting to me?
Under the columbarium, are the thousands of prayer wheels moving for themselves?

As his thoughts stretched out infinitely, Gao Miao even attached some special meaning to the encounter between Xiao Zhuoma and Li Yang.
In such a vast grassland and snow-capped mountains, why was it little Zhuoma who discovered Li Yang buried in ice and snow?
The true sect of Brahma religion and the true master of Taoism.

Is there a mysterious force guiding the two to meet each other?

Gao Miao's figure swayed, and he could hardly stand steadily at the entrance of Sera Monastery.
Is it a coincidence, or is it true?

However, there is one thing that puzzles Gao Miao the most.
If the guess is true, then little Zhuoma's body is really too weak.

It's simply unreasonable to be so weak.

Not to mention being comparable to the legend, the nine-year-old Dolma looked only six or seven years old, not even as big as an ordinary person.
According to legend, the True Sect of the Wheel of Fortune has visions since birth and is gifted with intelligence. Historical records show that most True Sect children were precocious, with physical and mental abilities different from those of ordinary people.

Gao Miao's thoughts were scattered all over the place, and before he could think about it, a vicissitudes of life voice interrupted his train of thought.

"Zen Master Gao Miao, the Jokhang Temple and the abbots of many other temples have already arrived at our temple and brought with them the instruments of various temples. The initiation ceremony will be held in about three days."

Losandani, in his red robe, stood respectfully behind him.
"…Can it be postponed for a few days?"

"I'm afraid that won't work." Losandani paused. "We've calculated that three days from now, December 12th, will be the day when the first Zhenzong will pass away. According to the law of karma, it is most appropriate to hold the Zhenzong enthronement ceremony on this day."

"I understand." Gao Miao nodded, but did not tell Losandani his guess.

Gao Miao asked tentatively: "How can you confirm that I am the true master you have been looking for? Could there be any mistakes?"

"No!" Losandani answered with extraordinary firmness.

"The columbarium is where the relics of past eminent monks are placed. There are even ritual implements left by the 12th generation of the True Sect. You have their approval, so the prayer wheel will resonate with you."

"But what if it's really wrong?"

Losandini paused, then smiled bitterly: "Then you are wrong. It won't hurt to waste some manpower and resources."

Despite saying so, Gao Miao still caught a glimpse of loneliness in the depths of Losandani's eyes.

"There are some other bases for judgment, but due to the turmoil of inheritance for thousands of years, most of the scriptures that record these contents have been lost, and some of the remaining ones were taken to the snowy mountains by my senior brother Mijue Dorje, so they cannot be found for the time being."

Losandini said with a smile, thinking that Gao Miao was worried about the upcoming initiation ceremony.

"Master Gao Miao, don't worry. The initiation ceremony only makes some of your original memories reappear. The successive generations of Zhenzong have appeared in different individual appearances, and their personalities are not completely the same. Most of them continue the characteristics before the initiation."

After waiting for a long time without hearing Gao Miao's response, Losandini raised his head and suddenly found that Gao Miao's expression was a little strange.

At this time, Gao Miao, who was standing at the temple gate, raised his head and stared at a place in the distance, as if he had seen something incredible.
Losandini followed Gao Miao's gaze and saw a group of yaks wandering on the grassland.

The yaks are very tall and strong, and look wild and untamed, not like the ones raised by herders.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

Losandini was a little confused and asked puzzledly,
"Have you noticed that the yaks on the snowy mountains are...crying?" Gao Miao's voice was trembling.

"?"

Losandani's face froze when he heard this, and he turned his head again.

This group of wild yaks is actually quite far from Sera Monastery, but their black color stands out particularly on the snow.
According to legend, they are messengers of the mountain god and mounts of the Buddha.

After Gao Miao's reminder, Losandani finally saw clearly.
These yaks were all shedding tears, their bean-sized eyeballs rolling down, and their heads revealed human expressions.

They were in grief, and all bowed their heads towards the direction of Mount Kailash, as if they were mourning.

Not only this group of snow mountain yaks, Losandini also saw some vicious wolves hiding in the snow.

They paced back and forth anxiously on the grassland, wailing, and the desolate and sad wolf howls echoed on the grassland.
"How is this going?"

Losandni soon realized that something was wrong. These wolves and yaks were too abnormal.

At this time, the two people at the temple gate were so shocked that they were speechless.

Losandini saw it, and Gao Miao naturally saw it too.

And he saw more.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little cold all over and his back was covered in cold sweat.

"I want to go out."

"Where?"

"Gang Rinpoche, the place where children are blessed and baptized." Gao Miao's expression was a little ugly: "I hope I am not overthinking it. Something bad seems to be happening."

What the two of them didn't see was that on the vast grassland, a sturdiest yak was rushing towards Chanbaoguanming Snow Mountain like crazy under the snow...

(End of this chapter)