The middle-aged man led Granny Wang and Mingyue out of the Zhenwu Palace, bypassed the Antarctic Palace, and passed through the Hanging Flower Gate, which was already the side gate of the Baiyun Temple in front of him.
Granny Wang looked back, and in the night, the two yellow figures flashed and disappeared in an instant.
In the twilight, a black Shanghai car was parked outside the Hanging Flower Gate, and a young driver jumped out of the car quickly and opened the door.
The middle-aged man smiled faintly and said, "Jin Daochang is now in the Lama Palace, please get in the car."
His gaze swept over Mingyue's face again, and it had softened a lot.
Granny Wang is a person who has seen the world, although she has lived in Poyang Lake Valley for a long time, she is still calm and calm, and she bends down and sits in the car.
That Mingyue was riding a car for the first time, and she was at a loss for what to do.
The middle-aged man looked at Mingyue with a smile in his eyes, and gently supported the upper frame of the car door with his palm, motioning for Mingyue to sit in.
Mingyue's face turned slightly red, got into the car, and sat next to the master.
The man sat in the front seat, made a slight gesture, the driver started the motor, and the car slowly drove down the street.
Mingyue looked at the thousands of lights and the streams of bicycles speeding by outside the car window, and thought in her heart, the capital is so big, at this time, where is Jianguo Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on her face.
In the mirror, the middle-aged man looked at it quietly.
Eventually, the car stopped in front of a massive shadow wall.
"Here we are."
The middle-aged man spoke, and it seemed that this person did not speak much.
Granny Wang glanced behind her and noticed a black sedan following behind, with two men in military uniforms in the car, and she understood that the two yellow figures in the Zhenwu Hall were the bodyguards of this middle-aged man.
After getting off the bus, I passed through the archways on both sides, walked into the main gate of the Lama Temple, stepped on the road, passed the bell and drum tower, the Tianwang Palace, and faced the main hall of the Lama Temple.
They bypassed the Wenbei Pavilion and went straight to the Yongyou Palace.
Stepping on the stone steps and stepping into the threshold, the candles in the hall were bright, and the smell of Tianzhu sandalwood wafted through.
In the side room, there is a huge carved wooden bed, on which lies a lama in red clothes, and several people sit on the chairs next to the bed.
Next to the door was a woman in her fifties, with short hip-length hair, a pale face, an eagle nose and a plain mouth, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, and a black raised beauty mole under her chin.
The other old man, clear and fair-skinned, with one sleeve empty, was a one-armed man.
There is also a middle-aged man with a thin body, dark skin, bulging cheekbones, and sharp-beaked monkey gills, with an exotic touch to his body.
Sitting at the head of the bed was a thin Taoist with gray-white eyes, his expression was dull and numb, and Granny Wang knew that this person should be the chief of the Golden Dao.
When the middle-aged man walked into the house, the people suddenly looked a little nervous, but no one spoke.
"Chief Jindao, someone is looking for you."
The middle-aged man said lightly.
Jin Daochang raised his head blankly, and the other three looked at Granny Wang and Mingyue who were standing at the door in surprise.
Granny Wang slowly walked towards Jin Daochang, and the middle-aged man watched coldly from the sidelines.
"Jin Daochang, excuse me."
Granny Wang said.
"Who is the female benefactor," Jin Dao asked weakly.
Granny Wang smiled slightly and said, "Old woman Bai Suzhen, I came here today to inquire about something. ” Jin Daochang's gray-white eyes rolled, as if he couldn't remember the name Bai Suzhen, and at the end, he said slowly: "May I ask the donor what is the matter?"
Granny Wang got straight to the point and said: "In the past few days, have there been two outsiders, an old man and a young man, who have come to look for you?"
The tips of Jin Dao's long white and slender eyebrows trembled slightly imperceptibly, and ordinary people couldn't see it, but they couldn't escape Granny Wang's eyes, she knew in her heart that Liu Jinmo and Han Sheng had already visited.
"Poor Dao is the abbot of Baiyun Temple, and there are countless donors who come to me every day, alas, Poor Dao is blind and can't remember."
Jin Daochang sighed.
"Dao Chief, please think about it again, we came all the way from Poyang Lake, and it was not easy to travel all the way."
Granny Wang asked again.
Jin Daochang shook his head and said categorically: "I'm sorry, Poor Dao is old and faint, and when his old friend Lama Danba passed away, he was upset, and he really can't remember, please come back." ” Hey, why didn't he want to reveal it Granny Wang thought in her heart, isn't it inconvenient to speak here The afterglow in her eyes glanced at the middle-aged man.
Granny Wang thought for a moment, then slowly walked to the carved wooden bed, and looked at the old lama who was lying on the bed and had passed away.
But seeing that the old lama's eyes were closed and his face was serene, but his face showed two strange colors that were diametrically opposed, bounded by the nose, one side of his face was delicate and pink, and the other side was dark and shiny.
"It's strange, you can still see this yin and yang grass descending in the capital."
Granny Wang said in surprise.
Granny Wang's words surprised everyone in the room.
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"You know that the yin and yang grass lowers its head," the bewitching woman in her fifties on the chair jumped up.
Mingyue looked at her in surprise, the older women in the capital were still dressed so charmingly.
Granny Wang said coldly: "Siam is the first to fall, no wonder there are dead people." ” The one-armed man spoke: "The Danba Lama has guarded the Lama Temple for decades, and he has always had no quarrel with the world.
Granny Wang sneered and said slowly: "Although the Yin Yang Grass descends to death, it has a time limit of seven seven and forty-nine days, and the person who descends is not to let him die quickly, but" "And what," Jin Daochang asked in a suddenly trembling voice.
"I want him to have plenty of time to arrange his future affairs before he dies."
Granny Wang groaned.
Granny Wang's words were like a muffled thunder, and in an instant the air seemed to freeze, and everyone could hear their heartbeats.
"Why," said the bereaved woman, with a worried face.
No one answered.
At this moment, the middle-aged man stepped forward with a smile and broke the stagnant atmosphere: "This aunt came from afar, what she said seems to be a little sensational, presumably you are not an ordinary person, you must have an extraordinary background, can you tell me a story or two?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Granny Wang.
Granny Wang smiled indifferently and said: "The old woman is just an ordinary peasant woman by Poyang Lake, who brought her granddaughter to the capital to look for her lost relatives. ” What Granny Wang said is still reasonable, but the people in this room are not idle people, and they all know in their hearts that this old woman has a great background.
"Is there any salvation for the Danba Lama?"
the one-armed man knew that there was no hope, but he still cautiously asked Granny Wang.
Granny Wang shook her head and replied, "The lama has been dead for several hours, his blood has clotted, his organs have rotted, and his body has grown with yin and yang grass, so let's be cremated quickly." ” Jin Daochang looked at Granny Wang with gray eyes, and said slowly: "This donor, it is really not easy to find relatives for thousands of miles, if you can delay for a long time, talk about the voice characteristics of your relatives, and let Poor Dao slowly recall, maybe you can make a gain." ” Granny Wang thought to herself, this bull-nosed old way is not to see the real Buddha and not burn incense.
"Okay, I'll just delay my granddaughter for a while."
Granny Wang agreed.
Over there, the middle-aged man sneered secretly in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, and said to everyone: "You guys talk slowly, be sure to help them find the whereabouts of their relatives, I still have something to do, go first." ” His gaze lingered on Mingyue's face and body for a moment, and before anyone could answer, he walked away.
"Donor, please be seated."
When Jin Daochang heard that the footsteps were gone, he said to Granny Wang.
The one-armed man gave way to his seat, and Granny Wang sat down on the chair without concessions.
"Donor, the old lama of Danba and I are like brothers, but now we are suddenly plotted by others, and we go away with hatred, and we are grief-stricken, my mind is disordered, and my memory has faded, so I can't remember the events of the previous few days.
If the benefactor can relieve the confusion of the poor road, then the poor road mind will be easily liberated, and the memory will be regained, and it is good to know it," Jin Daochang explained sincerely.
Granny Wang sat on the chair, smiled slightly, and said, "I haven't asked these people yet."
Jin Daochang hurriedly introduced: "The name of the one-armed man is Liu Yisuo, a professor of history at Peking University, that is Xiao Yanfang, a famous Dan in the capital, and the rest are from the Thai Consulate, whose name is Kun Weicha, who was invited by the Danba Lama to treat his illness, and he himself used to be a profound head lowering master. ” Granny Wang looked at the skinny Thai attentively, and Kun Weicha smiled and nodded
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