From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 330: The Decision to Break the Situation

Forty-two children were baptized with the holy water of the snow mountains one after another. Little Zhuoma was the 29th one, and it was already afternoon when it was her turn.

Twelve Lama masters stood outside the cave, shaking prayer wheels and chanting Sanskrit mantras.

Little Dolma timidly stood out from the crowd, bowed to the Lama master, and was then led into the cave.

Today all the children put on clean white clothes. The usually dark and dirty children now looked as clean as lotus flowers on the snowy mountains, flawless and translucent.

This was the third time that Xiao Zhuoma had been baptized, so she was quite familiar with the place. She exchanged glances with Gao Miao in the crowd and slowly walked into the cave.

She had already gone in, but a few seconds later little Zhuoma came running out again and hugged Gao Miao.

"Brother, it's so cold inside, I'm a little scared..."

The little girl looked timid and looked back from time to time.

No one took this scene seriously. He was just a nine-year-old child. Many of the children before him were frozen like little monkeys and screamed after being baptized.

"What is Daguo doing now? Why hasn't he shown up yet? I miss him so much..."

Little Zhuoma lowered her head and wiped her tears.

"He is in a place that is also covered with snow-capped mountains, receiving a different kind of blessing from the snow-capped mountains."

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll be waiting for you outside."

Gao Miao squatted down and gently stroked little Zhuoma's head.
Little Dolma's expression finally calmed down, and the other lamas also looked at her with a smile.
Little Zhuoma felt a little embarrassed being stared at by everyone.

"Well... this is my gift to you, you can take a look when I get in."

Little Zhuoma wiped away her tears, suddenly took out a cloth-wrapped bag from her clothes and stuffed it into Gao Miao's arms.

"I have to go in to open it!"

After encouraging herself for a long time, little Zhuoma mustered up her courage and followed her master into the cave, looking back every step of the way.
The cave was dark and it was difficult to see anything from Gao Miao's perspective.

He watched little Zhuoma walk step by step into the darkness.

I stood up, holding the package sent by Xiao Zhuoma, and suddenly I felt annoyed.
Gao Miao frowned, and suddenly felt an indescribable palpitation.
"It's okay. This is not the first time that little Zhuoma has received baptism and blessing."

"Mijue Dorje said that he would use special elixirs to bathe little Zhuoma. This is a good thing for her."

While comforting himself, Gao Miao opened the package.
In the package are two things.

A picture book and a bag of Su Luo cakes,

I opened the book and saw the familiar abstract graffiti. The paint was fresh, as if it was recently painted.

On the page, there is a man and a woman, a monk and a Taoist priest, holding little Dolma in their arms.
The man and woman are Basang and Tenzin Yuzhen, the father and mother of little Zhuoma.

The painting of the monk and the Taoist priest was very abstract, but Gao Miao still recognized them. They were Li Zhenjun and himself.

This was the first time he appeared in Xiao Zhuoma's album.

Gao Miao closed the notebook, raised his head, and a smile broke out on his face involuntarily.
"Everything is going to be alright...everything!!!"
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Outside the cave, they waited until sunset, but little Zhuoma still did not come out of the cave.

Normally, the baptism of a child would only take a dozen minutes. Even though little Dolma was special and Mikyeo Dorje used special elixir to bathe little Dolma, it would not take that long.

Anxiety slowly turned into uneasiness, then into uneasiness and palpitations.
The children outside who had not yet bathed could not wait any longer and began to whisper to each other. Even some lamas would occasionally poke their heads inside the cave.

Gao Miao finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up to check the situation, but the lama at the entrance of the cave stopped him.

"Master Gao Miao, no one is allowed to disturb during the blessing, otherwise it will be blasphemy against the gods and the snow mountain!"

The old lama looked solemn and spoke in a very serious tone.

Gao Miao's anxiety grew stronger and stronger. He spoke anxiously, looking at the cave entrance eagerly: "But this time is too long!"

"What if something unexpected happens inside?"

The old lama hesitated. This baptism took too long, which was a bit unreasonable.

"Doesn't Master Mijue Dorje have a disciple? Perhaps we can invite him to ask about the situation!" A young lama spoke up, and instantly gained everyone's approval.

Gao Miao could no longer hold back, so he turned around and rushed towards the temple, leaving a few ordinary lamas far behind.

He was very fast, holding the album tightly in his hand, anxious and worried.
"It's okay! It will be okay!"

The temple was not far from the cave, and Gao Miao had already stepped into the temple gate in a moment.

The temple has white walls and stone tiles, and the colors are dull and it is eerily deserted.

As soon as he entered the temple, Gao Miao rushed into the room of the white-robed lama impatiently.
I opened the door and looked around to see that there was no one there. Only the door to the inner room was locked with a copper lock.

Gao Miao frowned and concentrated his attention to sense the presence of any living being.

Whether ordinary people or practitioners, they all have a spirit that can be sensed within a certain range.
Just as he was about to leave, a sound suddenly came from the inner room, which startled Gao Miao.
"Come in, missionary of the Chinese-Brahma teaching."

The copper lock snapped, and the door opened from the middle.

Gao Miao frowned and slowly walked into the inner room.

The room was extremely empty, with no furniture in sight.

There was only one white-robed lama, a white-robed lama whose whole body was chained with copper chains.
His facial features were deep, but his body looked uncertain, as if he would disappear from Gao Miao's sight in the next moment.
"how come?!!"

There was no time to be surprised. All these scenes were far beyond Gao Miao's expectations. Gao Miao was about to step forward and tear open the copper lock, but the white-robed lama interrupted her.

"Don't waste your time. It's not these iron and gold chains that are holding me back."

"You are here for little Dolma, right?"

The white-robed lama looked tired, but he seemed to have anticipated all this.
"You...how do you know?"

"As soon as I started to feel weak, I knew he had already started."

"Who is he? Is he Mijue Dorje? What is going on?!"

Gao Miao pressed the white-robed lama's shoulders and roared. He felt like he had fallen into a bottomless whirlpool abyss, unable to struggle out. Nothing was clear to him.

The white-robed lama clasped his hands together, his figure becoming increasingly blurred. He raised his head and looked at Gao Miao with great weariness.

"Some things... for you, knowing too much may not be a good thing..."
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Maybe one minute, maybe ten minutes.

The figure of the white-robed Lama became increasingly blurred, almost disappearing completely.
His lips were pale and he looked at Gao Miao with calm eyes, like a Buddha who was about to pass away.

Gao Miao stood in front of the white-robed lama in a daze, his voice extremely bitter.
"Why are you telling me this now..."

His body swayed and he could hardly stand.

The white-robed lama looked at Gao Miao and calmly explained the facts: "If I had told you the truth the night you went up the mountain, you would have died, all the children on the mountain would have died, and countless people below the mountain would have died as well."

"You can't stop or change this..."

"I want to tell you that I don't want any more unnecessary sacrifices."

Gao Miao lowered his head, tightly grasping the picture album in his hands, his body trembling slightly.
"Then why do you choose to tell me this now? Is it because everything is over?"

The white-robed lama shook his head: "No, quite the opposite."

"The reason I'm telling you is because the opportunity for change has already appeared. Right now, on the hillside of Mount Kailash, I can sense three powerful auras with murderous intent rushing towards us."

Gao Miao raised his head with a puzzled expression.

"If you go and join the three of them now, with the combined strength of the four of you, perhaps you can stop him... I have been making this decision for nearly a thousand years, but I am still not sure whether my choice is right or wrong."

"I come from the Zhen sect, but I am not the Zhen sect after all."

The white-robed lama's voice was flat and almost indifferent. He turned his head and looked at Gao Miao steadily: "I will now give the choice to you."

"So, what are your options?"

(End of this chapter)