The stolen magic is a bit magical

Xuehen nodded gently: "That's right. In my opinion, your story is a version from thirty years ago. It's old-fashioned and shows ill intentions. But for those girls in Tibet, the version from thirty years ago may still have a great killing power."

Lin Xiaosu nodded gently: "This is not called larger, this is called... quite large!"

"The story itself is not that destructive. The destructive power is magnified to the extreme because the audience itself is extraordinary. Although the world is big, I have never seen anyone as gullible as her..."

Lin Xiaosu glanced at him and said, "What do you mean by easy to deceive? He is just being honest! Don't you think that is the best, most precious quality in life?"

"So what? You plan to jump out of your story, bring harm to her, and teach her a lesson with your actual actions, telling her that the world is not as beautiful as in the story, but is actually dangerous and unpredictable?"

Lin Xiaosu was speechless...

For the next three days, Lin Xiaosu stayed in the hotel and didn't go anywhere.

why?
He didn't dare go out. What if he ran into Dawa again?
Such a beautiful story, people helped you realize your dream.

She finally got you the life-saving medicine for your lover, but you didn't give it to your little night right away. Are you still a lovelorn man? Aren't you clearly a lowly man?

So, he could only lock himself in the hotel and sleep for three days and three nights.

Bloodstain brought back the news.

Xiang Yixiu has already left the country...

The grand plan has already begun.

On the fourth day, Lin Xiaosu went out and came to the Nanjiang campus. After asking around, he found a laboratory building and asked someone to pass a message inside. Soon, Dawa ran out. Yes, she almost ran in front of him...

"Brother Su, how is it?"

Lin Xiaosu smiled. "After I took the medicine you gave me back, Xiaoye has improved a lot. She can now get out of bed. The doctor said she has passed the critical period. I thought I had to come and tell you anyway."

Dawa was very happy and thanked Eternal Heaven devoutly again.

Lin Xiaosu raised her hand and handed her a jade pendant: "This is for you."

This is the work of master Xue Yuxuan. The raw stone he opened last time could not be made into bracelets, so he made a bunch of plaques and pendants. Although in the jade business, the value of plaques and pendants cannot be compared with bracelets, but nothing is absolute. It is precisely plaques and pendants that can better demonstrate the master's creativity and craftsmanship.

Facing Dawa, he chose the one that suited her best...

"what?"

"This jade pendant is called 'Spring River Moon'. Your name is Dawa. This new moon is you. Look, how clean and pure you are."

Dawa held the jade pendant in her hands, looking at the crystal clearness inside and the crescent moon above the river. Her eyes sparkled: "No one has ever given me a gift before."

"This is not a gift, it's just a token of my appreciation."

"Okay, I'll take it!" Dawa hung the jade pendant around his neck on the spot: "Brother Su, what are your plans next?"

"I thought... since I finally came to the Northwest, I should walk around and have a look."

"I'm quite familiar with this place. I'll accompany you."

"Will this... affect your studies?"

Dawa smiled softly: "I have completed this part of my research. The other students in charge don't seem to want me to participate too much. It's best for me to leave the lab."

She didn't say much, but Lin Xiaosu still understood.

Graduate students actually also face competition. They compete for research topics and for the attention of their supervisors. Everyone is responsible for their own small part, and "visiting" is actually a taboo.

The research assignments she undertook were scraps.

She's done it.

If you go around the lab, people will be unhappy.

This is a good opportunity to go out for a walk.

Speaking of this season, it is also the most beautiful season in southern Xinjiang.

In late autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

The earth is vast.

The poplar trees under the setting sun dye the earth golden.

People from the hinterland to the south of the Yangtze River are all willing to go out and take a look, because the cold winter is about to come. If they don’t seize the last moment of the season to go out and have some fun, they will have to wait until the beginning of next spring.

So, I just spent my time there.

Dawa changed her clothes and put on the traditional Tibetan woman's costume. She walked around the city with Lin Xiaosu and tried various local specialties. Lin Xiaosu paid the whole bill and she was not pretentious.

By the end of the day, they had become very familiar with each other.

Dawa is no longer the taciturn person that Hoover described her as. In fact, she is not a taciturn person. She is just a marginalized person most of the time in her life, which makes it difficult for her to integrate with the people around her...

It's difficult to fit in, not that she doesn't want to.

She didn't like loneliness, but loneliness had to become her attribute, and she was helpless...

She grew up in a place called Moye Valley on the edge of Tibet. Her ethnic group is a very ancient Tibetan branch called "Pengfen". According to legend, their ancestors were descendants of the very famous King Gedar in Tibet, so the people of that ethnic group are very proud.

Only she couldn't be arrogant.

Because of her special physique, she seems to be born with the blood of the God of Plague.

Other people's cattle and sheep were very fat, but after she was born, her family's cattle and sheep died in batches. Her father and mother also suffered from illnesses all year round. Not only her father and mother, but also anyone who was close to her would become ill.

Over time, her parents didn't dare let her go out.

She also consciously set up her own small tent at the edge of the Moye Valley, trying not to get close to the tribe.

It was not until a person appeared, took her away, and told her some breathing methods that she could slowly control her strange bloodline.

She could have stayed close to the tribe, but the tribe members were frightened by her, so they found her parents and told them that if they allowed this plague god to come back, they would have to move away.

That night, Dawa rode alone on a skinny horse, crossed the Moye Valley, and embarked on her journey to study.

For twenty years, she has not returned to her tribe, but just rode her horse and looked at them from afar.

Her tribe probably also forgot her existence.

In the unfamiliar campus, she was not actually a taboo, and she had never caused any trouble, but some rumors were still spread to the campus through unknown channels, and her friends on campus were unwilling to get close to her... "Brother Su, do you know why I must let you and Xiaoye see the sky? Because this is also a dream of mine."

Under an ancient temple in front, Dawa, sitting on horseback, told Lin Xiaosu this sentence.

Lin Xiaosu gently reached out his hand, held her hand across the gap between the two horses, and said, "Dawa, your name is Moon. Have you ever seen two moons walking together in the sky?"

"No! Impossible!" Dawa felt hot and a little shy when he held her hand.

"Yes, there are no two moons in the sky, not because the moon is not good enough, but because the moon is the moon. Only one moon is enough to illuminate the sky of Tibet!"

Dawa tilted his head slightly and looked at him.

Lin Xiaosu also looked at her.

Dawa chuckled and said, "Brother Su, can you only say this once?"

"why?"

"Because I...I don't want to break the most beautiful story."

"...The regulations of this temple are quite unique. What kind of temple is it?" Lin Xiaosu raised her eyes, as if avoiding the implication of her previous words.

Dawa said: "This temple is called Da Ri Xiao Yao Temple. Its regulations are unique because its temple rules are unique. It can be regarded as the most open temple in Tibet, and it truly embodies the natural path of Buddhism originating from nature."

The Buddha in Tibet worships nature; every mountain, river, stone and tree can reflect the Buddha's heart.

Plants and trees can be Buddhas, and all things in the human world are naturally Buddhas as well.

As long as there is Buddha in your heart, Buddha exists in all concrete things.

Even if it is love between a man and a woman, those who should have the Buddha's root still have...

Therefore, many young men and women go to the temple to pray for children...

It is not uncommon to pray for children, and there are even Tibetan girls who go to the temple to look for men.

There are also cases where people take a monk they like and kidnap him...

As Dawa told these interesting stories, Lin Xiaosu was a little puzzled: "It is reasonable to call these things Buddha nature, but according to this theory, there is probably no place in the secular world that does not have Buddha nature. How can its uniqueness be reflected?"

"It is reflected in the benevolence of Buddhism!" Dawa said, "For example, the abbot of this temple, Master Qiu Sang, traveled around the world and brought back more than a dozen orphans. Oh... remember Hoover? He is one of them, but he is the only exception. He is the only one who still has parents."

Hoover's Master.

In fact, he is also Xiang Yixiu's master.

Because Xiang Yixiu once said that Hoover was his junior fellow apprentice.

Lin Xiaosu asked, "Do you know about his experience of taking in these orphans?"

Dawa smiled and said, "Master Qiusang's deeds are known throughout Tibet. I naturally know something about them too. Do you want to hear about them?"

"Tell me..."

Dawa said a lot...

This Master Qiu Sang is a true Buddhist with a kind heart. Other monks are used to meditating in seclusion to comprehend the Buddha's way, but his Buddha is on the journey...

His stories of saving lives during his travels were passed on by word of mouth.

The time span is thirty years.

There were dozens of incidents.

Among them, he rescued more than a dozen orphans.

Accepted as a direct disciple.

With careful instruction, these disciples have all become talented people...

Dawa described the incident in great detail.

Including the time, place, and the disciples rescued...

After saying a lot, Dawa smiled and said, "You really can't help but believe in fate. There is a professor at Southern Xinjiang University who is his disciple."

"Who?"

"To Professor Ikkyu."

"You know this monk very well."

Dawa said, "In fact, I also wanted to take this monk as my teacher, so I know a little more about him, but this monk is very special. He only trusts the disciples he met during his journey. He thinks that it is the guidance of Changshengtian. For those who take the initiative to come to him, he will not accept them. Of course, there may be another reason. He does not accept female disciples."

"How about we go into the temple and take a look at this legendary monk?"

"It's not certain that I can see him. He's either traveling or in seclusion. If I take the initiative to ask for a meeting, I usually won't be able to see him..."

Now that we are here, we might as well go and take a look.

The two men dismounted, went up the mountain and entered the temple.

Once you enter the Mahavairocana Temple, it is no different from other Tibetan Buddhist temples.

A huge Buddhist temple with a Buddha statue, which is Vairocana Tathagata.

This Buddha statue is very old. Dawa said that this is probably the origin of the name of the temple, Maharishi Xiaoyao Temple.

They took a tour and saw the ancient appearance of the temple. They also asked about Master Qiu Sang and found out that Master Qiu Sang was in seclusion.

Among the several disciples he accepted, three are still in the temple.

Lin Xiaosu saw them all. From what he could see, the cultivation base of these three disciples was quite high. Even if they could not reach Xiang Yixiu's level, they were definitely not worse than Hoover.

He also saw several old monks, and Lin Xiaosu was secretly moved by their aura.

Of course, not everyone in the entire Buddhist temple is a practitioner.

The vast majority of people are still ordinary people. (End of this chapter)