But there is a problem, and that is Wang Chuan.
Now that the Yin Yang Pawn Shop is empty, I actually handed over Wang Chuan's body to the zombie that bit him to death.
I was extremely upset.
Although this was done without knowing it, I still felt very unhappy.
Anyway, let’s wait until tomorrow.
Since the masked man is related to the masked man, it is not difficult to find the masked man in Yin Yang Pawn Shop as long as he finds the masked man.
I stayed at Ramoche Temple until the early morning of the next day.
Mu Shen knocked on the door at six o'clock in the morning.
After I opened the door, he walked in nervously and said, "Get ready quickly.
The first-level living Buddha and the officials stationed in Tibet are already at the Potala Palace.
Let's go there now and start on time at eight o'clock."
"Okay, it's only six o'clock now, let's have breakfast first."
I yawned.
"What are you going to eat?
Wait until the ceremony is over before eating.
It won't hurt if you don't eat even one meal," he said anxiously.
"I don't care, I have to eat before I go, and I found there is still time."
After saying that, I walked out regardless.
He wanted to get angry, but he held it back because I had warned him yesterday and he knew it.
My awesomeness.
After having breakfast on Bajiao Street, with a round belly and an angry Mu Shen leading me, I headed towards the Potala Palace.
The bells of the Potala Palace were already ringing, which was extremely ethereal and shocking.
There was also the sound of lamas chanting sutras, which lifted my spirits a little.
"Hurry up, hurry up, my God, it's already started."
Lama Mu Shen was furious.
When I looked at the time, it was only seven o'clock.
Didn't it say it started at eight o'clock?
Then I rushed to the main hall and saw that there were at least a thousand lamas sitting in the main hall.
On the futon in the middle, a little boy sat cross-legged, clasped his hands, and recited scriptures.
The first-level Living Buddha and the officials stationed in Tibet were writing name tags.
There were two name tags.
One was written in Chinese characters and Tibetan, and the other was blank and placed on the table.
Then several people stationed in Tibet The officials checked them one by one, and if there were no problems, they put the two name tags into the gold vase.
"Wait a minute" Mu Shen was anxious and didn't know what was going on, so she stopped him.
Everyone turned to look at Mu Shen.
Several guards among them had already come up to us and stopped us at the door.
"What are you doing?"
Lama Mushen was anxious.
He shouted to the first-level Living Buddha who was immediately standing up: "Master Living Buddha, I have brought the reincarnated soul boy."
The first-level living Buddha and the official stationed in Tibet just looked at us and had no intention of letting us in.
Apparently the little boy had told them everything, including what Mu Shen had done.
"You just watch the ceremony at the door.
Don't make any noise, otherwise the guards will drive you out."
The first-level Living Buddha said unceremoniously.
"What do you mean, Master Living Buddha?
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How can it be that this soul boy is reincarnated outside the door?"
Mu Shen pulled me down and motioned for me to speak.
I shrugged and said, "It's none of my business.
I'm just here to watch the ceremony."
"You."
Mu Shen was furious, her whole face turned red, and then she said angrily: "What on earth are you doing?
It's unreasonable."
Then he kept saying something in Tibetan.
The first-level living Buddha gave me a wink, telling me to capture Mu Shen.
At this moment, Mu Shen was so angry that he didn't realize it.
I swooped down and grabbed Mu Shen.
He yelled, "What are you doing?
Let me go.
Let me go."
Several guards around him also took action at the same time, and with a click, the handcuffs were immediately cuffed.
He was stunned for a moment.
Two guards escorted Mushen in, and I followed.
Mu Shen kept staring at the little boy sitting on the futon, unable to take his eyes away, and then opened his mouth in surprise.
Maybe he already knew what was going on.
The little boy also turned to look at Mu Shen with an indifferent expression, and then called out: "Junior Brother Mu Shen, long time no see."
As soon as he said these words, Mu Shen shivered all over, his feet went weak and he collapsed.
"You, you."
Lama Mushen's lips trembled.
He looked at the little boy in fear, then turned to look at me, glaring at me viciously and said, "It turns out that you have colluded with them a long time ago.
Damn it, damn it. ” "You can't say that."
I smiled slightly and said, "Aren't you always looking for the reincarnation of your Songzanlin Monastery Living Buddha?
When you came to find me, I told you that I was not, and I always emphasized that I was not. , I also told you that I have a wife and I can’t be a lama, so you have to let me draw lots from the golden urn with you.”
"Huh."
He glared at me fiercely, snorted, and then turned his face to one side, not looking at me.
I continued: "Even yesterday, I told you that I came to watch the ceremony and see what happened when the lot was drawn from the golden urn, and I can assure you that even if the result of the lot from the golden urn is mine, I will also explain it to the master and several leaders, but as you can see, I am really just an observer, and I am not qualified to draw lots from the golden urn. " "Shameless villain."
He didn't look at me, but scolded me angrily.
However, everyone ignored him, and the ceremony of drawing lots from the golden urn continued, but he snorted: "I think you are just a fake.
If you don't draw lots for a while, I see how arrogant you are, huh."
Two name tags have been put into the gold vase.
The name tags are about ten centimeters long and made of bamboo.
One name tag was written just now, and the other name tag was blank.
The two name tags were authenticated by five officials stationed in Tibet, as well as a first-level living Buddha, two elders of Songzanlin Monastery, and two Dharma Kings of the Potala Palace.
A total of ten people saw them.
The name tag was thrown into the gold vase, which was about fifty centimeters high, and then a lid was placed on the mouth of the bottle.
But there are a lot of hollow words on the cover, and the gaps between these words are big enough for the thin name tag to fall out.
Two officials stationed in Tibet hung the gold vase on a shelf, and then placed the entire shelf in front of Sakyamuni Buddha.
The statue of Buddha was solemn, as if the Buddha's eyes had been staring at the gold vase.
The first-level Living Buddha took the lead in Sanskrit chanting and reciting sutras, holding a scroll in his hand and shaking it.
Other lamas were also reciting sutras.
The whole scene was grand, with Sanskrit sounds lingering, and the hall was echoing with Sanskrit sounds.
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The two officials stationed in Tibet looked at each other, and then slowly shook the rotating shaft on the shelf, one on the left and the other on the right.
The gold bottle rotated up and down in the shelf, and every time it turned, there was a sound of the name tags inside colliding, "dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang".
I also held my breath.
Damn, how can I say this?
It all depends on luck.
The probability is really 50%.
Everyone has completely confirmed that the little boy is the reincarnation of the soul boy.
If the sign comes out with a blank sign, how will it end?
Moreover, the speed is extremely slow.
The name tag needs to fall out from the hollow gap of the words.
If you are lucky, it will fall out in two clicks.
If you are not lucky, it will only take a few hours.
There was a snap, and a name tag fell from the gap.
It only took five minutes.
The Sanskrit music stopped instantly, and everyone held their breath.
Everyone looked intently at the name tag that fell on the ground, but what made me not dumbfounded was that the scene we saw was blank: