"Hahahaha, blank sign."
While everyone held their breath, Mu Shen roared hysterically, with such excitement and ferocity that he almost went berserk.
"Be honest."
The two guards firmly controlled him.
But he kept shouting: "If you give out a blank sign, I'll see how you end up.
If you dare to conceal the report or make a false report, and give out a blank sign but tell the name tag, someone will report you, hahaha."
He laughed loudly again.
Everyone frowned and looked at the name tag.
They saw two officials shaking the gold bottle.
They bent down at the same time, one held one end and then turned it over to the other side.
Both of them smiled at the same time.
They raised their name tags at the same time and showed the other side to others.
The reverse side had red words on it, including Chinese and Tibetan characters.
Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, while Mu Shen was dumbfounded and said: "No, it's impossible, this is impossible."
But no matter how much he clamored, it was in vain.
There were nearly a thousand people watching the whole process, including officials stationed in Tibet, first-level living Buddhas, elders from the Potala Palace, and even the elders of Songzanlin Monastery.
He couldn't quibble. , so his whole body was like a deflated rubber ball, paralyzed on the ground.
The first-level living Buddha and the official stationed in Tibet walked towards the little boy and picked him up.
The official put the name tag in the little boy's arms.
Thousands of lamas bowed to the little boy and chanted something at the same time.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief, this matter was finally settled.
Afterwards, the elders of Songzanlin Monastery gathered around the little boy.
I turned my head to look at Lama Mushen.
Unexpectedly, he was actually looking at me, making eye contact with me, and his eyes were extremely vicious, with a hint of ferocity in them.
Suddenly the phone in my pocket vibrated.
I picked it up and looked at it, and I was surprised.
It turned out to be from the Facebook man from Yin Yang Pawn Shop.
I had added his number before, but my phone had always been turned off when I called.
Unexpectedly, he actually sent a text message at this moment.
The content of the text message was: Take the reincarnated soul boy from under the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha.
I will give you three days to exchange for your friend.
If you don’t come down with someone within three days, your friend will be completely dead.
I suddenly turned my head and looked around, looking for traces of the man with facial makeup.
He might have blended into the crowd.
Because the reincarnated soul boy had just appeared, and the first-level Living Buddha had just brought him here, Lama Mushen even guessed that he had just met him, how could this man with facial makeup know this?
I suddenly looked at Lama Mushen, then walked towards him quickly, and then said to the two guards: "Search him."
The two looked at each other, then squatted down and quickly searched Lama Mushen's clothes, even taking off his lama robe.
After dragging off the lama's robe, I suddenly discovered that there was a black thing stuck on his chest.
I reached out and picked it up to see if it was a bug.
But there was a black thing on top of the little black thing.
Camera.
The guard was also surprised and said: "Why does he have such a spy camera?"
Then the first-level Living Buddha came over, took over the camera, and frowned at Lama Mushen.
Lama Mushen did not dare to look at him, but lowered his head.
The first-level living Buddha looked at me, looked at me for a few seconds, and then asked me: "Have you encountered any difficulties?"
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I made eye contact with him.
Damn it, can he solve my problem?
Obviously he can't.
I want to ask me to take the reincarnated soul boy away.
Can he agree?
That is absolutely impossible.
Even if he agrees, everyone present will not agree.
So I shook my head and said, "Since he has become a living Buddha, my mission has been completed."
"Thank you."
The first-level Living Buddha said kindly, "Thank you for your contribution to Tibetan Buddhism and Songzanlin Monastery.
Everyone will remember you."
While I was talking, I saw the little boy walking towards me holding a piece of white silk in his hands.
I knew this was called Hada, which is an honor and blessing given by Tibetans.
The little boy should have prepared it to thank me.
I saw the little boy walking towards me step by step.
The man with the mask asked me to catch him and take him down the passage under the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha in front of me.
This was my only chance.
But in an instant I denied it again, I couldn't do this.
What's more, if a first-level Living Buddha is here, I may not be able to succeed, and I may not be able to escape unscathed.
Besides, this Buddha statue is probably just like the one in Ramoche Temple.
The bottom is locked with screws, so I can’t get down at all.
After comprehensive consideration, I gave up the idea and could only think of other ways.
The little boy came in front of me, I knelt down in front of him with a smile, and he put the hada around my neck.
I reached out and hugged him, and he hugged me too, and then recited a sutra in Tibetan that I didn't understand.
After leaving, he said to me: "Brother, you are welcome to visit Songzanlin Monastery at any time.
You are a distinguished guest of our Songzanlin Monastery."
"Well, okay, I will definitely go."
I smiled and said, Yuelan and the others are in Dukezong Ancient City now, and I will definitely go find her.
Then, under their watch, I exited the main hall.
The moment I exited the main hall, I actually felt a little bit regretful.
I was afraid that if I quit, I would never be able to enter this main hall again, and there would be no chance to go down from here. .
But something seems wrong.
After leaving the main hall, I suddenly picked up my phone and glanced at the text message again.
The Facebook man asked me to take the little boy down to exchange for Wang Chuan.
He meant that Wang Chuan was down there and the Facebook man was also down there.
It must be If they were under the Potala Palace right now, how did they get down?
I heard that this hall is only opened when the lot is drawn from the golden urn, and no one is allowed to enter at ordinary times.
And I haven't opened it recently.
I saw a man with Facebook a few days ago.
From this point of view, they definitely did not go down from here, which means that besides here, there are other channels to enter the Potala Palace.
Where is that?
"I know."
I was suddenly startled.
This place must be the underground burial platform, the underground burial platform from the dog fighting ring.
Thinking of this, I quickly left the Potala Palace and ran towards the dog fighting ring.
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When we arrived at the entrance of the dog fighting ring, the Tibetan Mastiff King barked at me as soon as he saw me.
I was slightly surprised.
What happened to this guy?
He never barked at me before.
"Hey, work, what's your name?"
I looked at it in surprise.
It turned its head and motioned for me to follow it in.
I followed it in and stopped where the little boy and I were sitting yesterday.
It barked at the place several times.
I turned my head to look at the ground, only to find a line of writing on the spot where the little boy sat yesterday.
I quickly walked over and took a closer look at the words: Open Hada: