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"": ""I'm not sure. Maybe." Bai Xian ate the meat in small bites, then took a sip of tea, her lovely brows knitting slightly.
"Anyway, I've thought of a cover story. If anything really happens, we'll do this, then that..."
Xu Lu vividly explained his plan to Bai Xian.
The Sky Burial Platform at Daren Lama Temple.
Gonpo had been sitting there for a long time. Ten days, perhaps?
During those ten days, the Sky Burial Master's duties had temporarily fallen to Lama Tsangyang.
When the vultures fed on the corpses, Gonpo sat there without moving.
When it snowed, he remained in the same spot, his small body almost completely buried in snow.
It was as though nothing could disturb his meditation.
"Tulku."
Lama Tsangyang held a tray laden with tsampa, milk tea, candied fruit, nuts, and other food.
"You need to go to Dergé Thangka Temple. Someone will run into trouble-a man and a woman. The woman is a born Jom, and the man will become the Umze of Daren Lama Temple." Gonpo's voice still held a trace of childishness, but to Lama Tsangyang, these were words of supreme wisdom!
No, more precisely, they were a Living Buddha's prophecy!
"I'll leave right away. Are you still not going to eat?"
Lama Tsangyang asked respectfully.
Another tray sat on the ground, holding the food delivered yesterday. The milk tea had frozen into a lump of ice, and the tsampa was just as hard.
Even a Living Buddha could not go without a single grain of food for so long. Of course, the deeper his spiritual attainment, the longer he could endure.
Alongside his faint worry, admiration and excitement surged through Lama Tsangyang.
Gonpo was an extraordinarily powerful Living Buddha!
Gonpo did not answer Lama