My daughter said, my identity is the head of the Zhang family

“Self-redemption…..”

Offstage.

Zhang Yixue listened to the discussion of the experts in front of her, and she was a little surprised.

Why did my father meaninglessly carve stones for half a year in the lama temple on the snowy mountain?

And also.

What exactly is Pema in my father’s mouth?

He obviously lost all his memories, why did he still remember these two words?

What kind of treasure?

Or someone?

Or is Baima a secret code for a plan?

Look at the father next to him.

Zhang Yixue suddenly felt strange.

She found that there were too many things in her father’s heart that she didn’t know.

About his story, his experience, what he has learned is not even the tip of the iceberg!

Is she still a competent daughter?

Zhang Yixue smiled bitterly.

“How long do you have to gouge like this?”

“It’s been half a year…..”

The experts looked at the memory picture in amazement.

I didn’t know what to say for a while.

It can only be seen like this.

Nothing can help.

Maybe Master Void is right, this may be a self-redemption of Zhang Qilin, and everyone can’t interfere.

In memory picture.

Time flies.

Unconsciously, a year and a half had passed since Zhang Qilin first came here.

Zhang Qilin was refining that stone day after day.

The little lama who invited Zhang Qilin into the monastery also became a kind of wordless friend with Zhang Qilin during these times.

Because he can see Zhang Qilin every day.

Every day you can see him holding tools, getting up early, and coming here.

A chisel is a day.

The little lama thought it was strange, because Zhang Qilin was really different from the others.

Others are innately given ideas, such as what I need to do and think, which is a human instinctive desire and motivation.

And this person named Zhang Qilin seems to be inherently unable to understand these two points.

For more than a year, if the little lama did not take the initiative to talk to him, he could be in a daze all day.

This day.

The little lama’s morning class ends.

He took a few pieces of rice dumplings that were still hot and came to the courtyard where Zhang Qilin was.

“Oh, it’s noon, hungry, right? Eat the dumplings. ”

The little lama handed Zhang Qilin a few pieces of rice wrapped in his hand.

“Thank you.” Zhang Qilin put down the hammer and chisel, sat on the gravel on the side, and took the rice dumpling and ate it.

The little lama also sat next to him, took out a piece of rice dumplings and ate it.

For a year and a half.

He would come over every day to see Zhang Qilin.

He wanted to know if Zhang Qilin had completed the homework assigned by the master, and what he had carved out.

The master once said.

As long as Zhang Qilin learns to think, as long as he carves what he thinks in his heart, then he is done.

In fact, the little lama thinks it’s very simple!

If it were him, he could carve a puppy and kitten of his favorite, or a bucket, a humble Buddha statue.

There are simply too many things that can be carved.

But why did Zhang Qilin gouge for a year and a half, but this stone was still a messy and irregular thing?

If this continues, when will he find the Baima in his mouth?

That’s right.

There is one more point that has to be mentioned.

Six months ago, the guru informed Zhang Qilin that the Pema he was looking for was not an object, but the name of a woman.

While eating rice dumplings and basking in the warm sun, the little lama asked Zhang Qilin: “Since you came here to find this woman named Baima, then you should have thoughts in your heart, why can’t you chisel anything out so far?” ”

“…….”

Zhang Qilin did not answer.

“Senior brothers tell me, you are like a postman who has forgotten his destination.”

The little lama basked in the sun and looked at Zhang Qilin: “But I don’t think so.” ”

“If the postman doesn’t know the destination, then he will definitely be in a hurry, anxious to follow the ants on the hot pot, because no matter how the postman doesn’t know the destination, he also has the idea of delivering things to the destination.”

“I feel that you are like a Buddha, and if people don’t need you, you are there, and you don’t even have the desire to think.”

The little lama scratched his head: “But the master said that you are not a Buddha. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

“First there is, then there is none, it is a Buddha, and what is born without any desire is a stone.”

“How can the master say that you are a rock? What the teachers think, I really can’t figure out. ”

The little lama secretly complained in front of Zhang Qilin.

It seems that this is a rare happy time of the day.

Zhang Qilin did not speak, he ate a few mouthfuls of rice dumplings, carefully wrapped the rest of the food and set it aside.

Then he took the chisel and chiseled it again on the stone.

The little lama continued to look at him.

Such days seem to have become habitual.

Time flies quickly.

Night hangs over the Lama Temple.

Today is the little lama’s birthday.

After he finished his dinner, he was excited to go to Zhang Qilin, he wanted to talk to Zhang Qilin, and talk about some trivial things that happened in the temple.

Unexpectedly, I just went out.

But I saw that several masters in the temple were carrying something and hurriedly walked in from outside the temple gate.

The little lama fixed his gaze.

The masters were found carrying a frozen corpse wrapped in felt.

The body was a woman.

She was a beautiful woman with a very white complexion, not like the skin color of a Tibetan.

If it weren’t for the ice and snow wrapped in ice, the little lama would have thought that this woman was not dead, but asleep.

Curious, he followed the masters all the way.

Soon after.

The teachers respectfully carried the woman into a room.

Soon.

The teachers came out of the house.

The little lama stepped forward and asked, “Master, who is she?” ”

“Baima.”

The master smiled: “The woman Zhang Qilin is looking for.” ”

“Huh?”

The little lama was taken aback.

He didn’t expect that the person Zhang Qilin was looking for was actually a corpse.

The guru did not speak, he led the little lama all the way towards the courtyard where Zhang Qilin was staying.

Under the moonlight.

They walk slowly.

On the way, the guru informed the little lama of all this.

Originally.

The woman had just been excavated under the ice of the sea of flowers.

Instead of falling there and being trapped to death, Pema was sacrificed by a tribe and buried alive in a frozen tomb.

The frozen tomb is located in the shady pit of Nanga Bavari.

There, there is a sea of saffron flowers, and in the ice under the sea of flowers, there are many corpses.

This place.

Only the lamas of this temple know.

Today, the little lama turned 16, so the guru told him all about it.

That place is special.

It is necessary to enter the mountain in July and then trek for a month to reach Mount Nanga Bavari.

The masters in the temple only enter once every ten years, and the route to that place is only qualified to be known by the wisest masters.

And the woman who just brought out.

It is Baima dug up from under the ice of the sea of flowers.

Baima prayed to the lamas in the temple during his lifetime, and made an agreement with the lamas.

When her children come looking for her.

He asked the lamas to dig her out of the saffron flowers in the sky.

Then use the medicinal properties of the saffron flower to let her be with her child and let the child be by her side.

The night was silent.

Under the moonlight, the guru looked at the bright starry sky and said to the little lama: “Baima is Zhang Qilin’s mother. ”

“…… doors”.

Người mua: Ninim-sama, 12/03/2023 11:01