From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 326 Photos from years ago
Sera Monastery at the foot of Mount Kailash.

Gao Miao's sudden departure caused a commotion in the monastery. Countless lamas and the abbots of the major Zen temples gathered in the monastery and searched Sera Monastery from head to toe.

"What's going on? Could it be that Master Gao Miao is still unwilling to accept the facts and is running away from the battlefield?"

Standing in the empty guest room, the abbot of Tianzhao Temple frowned, very dissatisfied.

Losandini also frowned and made some guesses.

"I might know where he went..."

"where?"

"Mountain."

"Why don't you send someone to bring Master Gao Miao down quickly? If we delay, who will take the responsibility?"

Losandani's face froze, and then he paced back and forth in the room.

The abbot of Tianzhao Temple was obviously a person with a hot temper. He was very displeased when he heard this: "Master Losandani, I hope you can distinguish between the important and the impatient!"

"But we have been waiting for a long, long time, haven't we?"

Losandini stood still and looked at the abbots of the temples.
The abbot of Xuanzang Temple had a serious expression on his face: "I am worried that our waiting may not bear fruit. If after seven days..."

"Then keep waiting."

Recalling the desolate scene of all things in mourning last night, Losandani felt a sudden palpitation in his heart: "Also, I feel now that the whole thing seems a little weird..."

For some reason, he always felt as if he had missed some important information.
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Snow mountain peaks and valleys.

"Brother, how can you come up here?"

Little Zhuoma, who had just woken up, looked suspiciously at Gao Miao, whose shoulders and hair were covered with snow, in the courtyard. She ran over, excited at first, then scrutinizing him.

"I came when I wanted to."

Gao Miao shook off the fallen snow on his shoulders, scratched the tip of little Zhuoma's nose, and smiled.

"Won't the black-clad master chase you away?"

"He won't kick me out."

Little Zhuoma tilted her head and said, "Then why did you come up here? Aren't you supposed to be chanting down there?"

"I came up to you to protect you for your big pot."

"Looking for me? Why are you looking for me? Is there anything about me that is worthy of your protection?"

Gao Miao clasped his hands together and smiled calmly: "Of course it's worth it."

"Okay then..." Although little Zhuoma said this, a smile appeared on her face, and even the nervousness and fear of being in an unfamiliar environment dissipated a lot.

For the next two days, Gao Miao followed little Zhuoma closely. Little Zhuoma was very happy about the sudden arrival of this big brother, and she shouted that she would give half of her treasured dried meat to Gao Miao when she returned.

For little Zhuoma, this was the greatest kindness she could show.

For two consecutive days, Mijue Dorje showed no abnormality and went through the baptism ceremony step by step. Gao Miao also found that the monks accompanying him were very respectful to him and called him Master.

This also dispelled many of Gao Miao's doubts.

Normally, no outsiders were allowed to be present at the baptism ceremony, but Mijue Dorje seemed to have completely forgotten this rule. The monks who were accompanying him all knew that Gao Miao had a special status, and since they could not contact Losandani, they just let it go.
The baptism process is not very complicated. It is just living in the temple in the snow mountain for seven days, collecting ice and snow, and bathing on one of the days.

The strangest person in the entire temple is the lama in white.

"I wonder who the master in the white robe is?"

One morning, Gao Miao asked the accompanying lama about the situation of the white-robed lama.
This young lama in white is not only mute, but also has a very strange personality. He hides during the day and comes out at night, and basically has no contact with outsiders.

The old lama looked suspicious and said, "Maybe he is a new disciple that Master Mijue Dorje accepted in recent years."

"Not before?"

"No, we only saw such a person serving Master Mijue Dorje two years ago."

Gao Miao had no choice but to give up.

The news from the mountain could not be passed down the mountain, so Gao Miao had to wait quietly to see whether things would develop as Mijue Dorje said.

The children did not stay in the temple for the entire seven days. On the morning of the third day, they had to get ready and follow the monks into the mountains for worship.

A dozen red-robed monks were shaking prayer wheels, speaking some Sanskrit in a strange accent that Gao Miao couldn't understand, and led the group out of the temple.

The snow was blowing hard, and everyone was wrapped in thick clothes, but the cold air still penetrated into the body through the neck and cuffs.

The lama exhaled white hot air from his mouth and walked at the front and the back of the team.

Gao Miao naturally accompanied him.

But what surprised Gao Miao was that Mijue Dorje did not follow the team, but stayed in the temple.
"This is what children need to experience, to see the world, all living things, and themselves. I have seen all the scenery in this mountain, so I will not accompany you."

These are the original words of Mikyo Dorje.

Because the children like Xiao Zhuoma were still young, the place where they worshipped was not far away, which was a huge rock wall.

Gao Miao followed the monks, squinting his eyes, and walked for about two hours before finally arriving at his destination.

Mount Kailash is now completely covered in snow, the sky is filled with dark clouds, the wind is howling, and there is no sunlight at all.
These icebergs and snow scenes were no different in Gao Miao's eyes. Standing under the ice wall, he just hoped that it would end soon.

Just as he lowered his head, something soft was suddenly stuffed into his hand. Gao Miao raised his hand and saw that it was a piece of pastry.

Little Zhuoma was standing next to them, making a hushing gesture with her finger to her lips.

"This was originally intended for Master Mijue Dorje, but I have almost finished it. Here are the remaining pieces. I'll give you one."

"Don't tell me, Appa, when you get down the mountain!"

Seeing the serious expression on little Zhuoma's round face, Gao Miao smiled.

"That's natural."

Little Zhuoma smiled widely, and while the lama master next to her was not paying attention, she broke off a piece of cake and put it in her mouth, with a smile on her face.

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

Little Zhuoma saw Gao Miao's expression and asked curiously.

"nothing."

Little Zhuoma was suspicious: "Why do I feel like you don't have any interest in these landscapes?" Gao Miao was speechless. He observed the lamas who were chanting sutras and lowered his voice: "You grew up in the Western Desert. Shouldn't you be tired of these landscapes a long time ago?"

"How come?" Little Zhuoma raised her chin: "Every scene has a different feeling when you see it at every time period!"

"Look at this place. It looks different from different angles. The master chef said that we should look at the heaven and earth with a pious heart so that we can be in awe and see ourselves."

Little Dolma looked calm and composed. I don't know if she was listening or thinking on her own.

Gao Miao was stunned when he heard this, and followed Xiao Zhuoma's guidance to look at the snow mountain ice wall again.

The chanting of the monks was the Vajrasattva Dharma that helped Li Yang attain enlightenment that day:
"Om Benza Sattva Sammaya, Manu Balaya.

Let’s go to the Banzasattva, and do the Mebawa.

......"

According to legend, this mantra can eliminate all evil karma and sins, bring purity, prevent all evil thoughts from growing, and break all worries.

Gao Miao didn't know all this, but at this moment, listening to the chanting, on this cliff of the snowy mountain, he slowly saw something different.

From his perspective, the rock wall looked like a huge vertical ice trough, which slowly formed a "swastika" pattern with the horizontal rock layers.
Gao Miao suddenly felt a shudder all over his body.

At this moment, Gao Miao seemed to have merged into one with the sky, the earth, and the snowy mountains and rivers. His heart also began to become more and more peaceful at this moment, and he began to slowly dispel the obsession in his heart.

Gao Miao didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but the voices in his ears became clearer and clearer, making his mind extremely empty.

When he stood up, the sun had already set, and the blood-red setting sun hung on the mountain wall.

He frowned and turned around, only to find that there was nothing around him without him noticing.
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Grassland, night.

The boundless starry sky shrouded the grassland. Everything was silent. Not even the wolves and beasts made a sound.

The cold wind cut across the grassland, revealing the ranch tents dotted all over the grassland.

"boom!"

A speeding off-road vehicle broke the silence of the grassland. The headlights were so bright that they illuminated the fleeing animals on the grassland.

The car was driving very fast, speeding on the bumpy road, and finally stopped in front of the gate of Sera Monastery.

Losandini and a group of temple abbots stood at the gate of the temple, lining up to welcome them.

The car stopped, and with the headlights still on, a middle-aged man in a black leather jacket got out of the car.

"I am Losandani, the abbot of Sera Monastery. Nice to meet you, Commander Xie."

Losandini stepped out and shook hands with Xie Yu, looking somewhat surprised.

Such big shots from the capital usually wouldn't have any communication with them, but this afternoon, the mayor and director of the town suddenly sent a message saying that a big shot from above was coming to the temple and the situation was very urgent.

Compared with four years ago, Xie Yu has a few more white hairs on his temples. Now looking at Losandini, his expression is more solemn than ever before.

"Let's go in and talk."

Without much politeness, Xie Yu's leather boots had already stepped into Sera Monastery.
Losandini and the other hosts looked at each other, deeply confused, but still followed Xie Yu in.

Entering the lecture hall, Xie Yu threw off his coat and sat in the main seat.
"I came here this time to discuss something with Master Losandani. Can the other masters please step aside for now?"

There was a cold tone in his words, and the other hosts tactfully left the lecture hall.

For a moment, the only person left in the entire Sutra Hall was Losandini, besides Xie Yu and his bodyguards.

Before Losandini could ask any questions, a document bag was opened and handed to him by the guard next to him.
"Master, please take a look. I need an answer after you finish reading it."

Xie Yu spoke in a low voice, and the guards beside him had cold eyes.

The guards around him were none other than the two experienced Taoists Chen Xiyan and Zheng Zhaoyuan.

The two old Taoist priests kept an eye on Losandani's every move, holding talismans and magic swords in their hands.
Losandini's expression froze. Although he did not recognize the identities of the two men, the innate murderous intent was real.

I carefully opened the file bag and found only a few photos inside.

The photos include black and white, color, many people, and inconsistent pixels.
I keep looking through these photos, and there is a same person in all of them.
An old man in a black robe,

There are photos of him giving lectures in a temple, taking photos with people, and some photos that seem to have been taken from a video, showing him walking in the snow-capped mountains.

"Do you know this man?"

Xie Yu stared at Losandni's face, trying to get the answer he wanted from the changes in his expression.

Losandani put his hands together and said: "I know him, this is my fellow apprentice, Master Mijue Dorje."

"anything else?"

"What else?" Losandani looked puzzled.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"I don't understand what you mean..." Losandani lowered his head and looked through the photos again, but didn't find anything strange.

Xie Yu and Chen Xiyan looked at each other, then Chen Xiyan slowly stepped forward and picked up a black and white photo.

The photo shows two Lama monks walking in the snowy mountains. One is slightly taller and the other is slightly thinner, and only their side faces can be barely seen.

“Master, can you see anything strange about this photo?”

Losandani looked at it intently and still shook his head: "This should be a photo of my senior brother and monks from other temples. I don't know the other master, but he looks familiar. Why not ask the abbots of other temples to come in and identify them..."

"no need!"

"Let me tell you who the other monk is."

Chen Xiyan interrupted Losandani and looked a little fearful.

"This master is called Shanxian Tenzin, and he is the abbot of Sakya Monastery in Shigatse, in the western desert."

"This photo was taken by a Xiongzhanli man who was traveling in the Western Desert at the time. He was trapped in the snowy mountains and was rescued by these two people. He accidentally took these photos when he was leaving the mountains."

"You may not know this foreigner Xiong Zhanli, but you must know this Shanxian Danzeng. Not long ago, your Western Desert Brahma sect even regarded him as one of the ten great masters and brought the scattered relics back to Sakya Monastery."

Losandini was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened his mouth wide, speechless, and his whole body seemed to be trembling.

Chen Xiyan's expression was complicated, and he spoke slowly: "Yes, this photo was taken seventy-three years ago!"

(End of this chapter)