Chapter 281:

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Helian Zheng said nothing for a long while, his eyelashes drooped, covering his colorful streamer eyes.
I have a question I want to ask, such as how Dama died, such as the last awkward gesture of Dama... But when it came to the mouth, he swallowed again.
What is the need to ask? She is always good for him, he believes.
Her eyes covered the cloud, and no one could see her true mood, but behind the cloud, he knew there was a grassland belonging to him.
Even if her winds turned her hands over and overwhelmed the chess game in this world, he only wanted to be a stupid man, not to explore the chilling truth behind those opportunities.
Like her, fulfill her, the vast world, by her.
There was a commotion in front of us, and the four Great Lamas of Huyin Temple arrived. The four of them must have heard of what happened today on the road, and their faces were not very beautiful.
"Where is the living Buddha pointing before the death?" the big lama headed asked.
All the people pointed to Wang Ting silently.
All four were stunned and looked at each other.
Before leaving the Huyin Temple, the Living Buddha of Dama once said that he might never return, and left a last word, asking the Lama to protect the next generation of living Buddha according to his dying posture in the future. .
The reincarnation of the Living Buddha, in such a close place, is really the first time in many years.
However, Dama's finger pointed so firmly in that direction, and no one could change it under the eyes of everyone.
The four great law-protecting lamas took their disciples and ran to the back court of the king's court with the magic weapon of Damar's life.
The direction of the apse is where Helian Zheng and Feng Zhiwei live, a large and spacious yard, and the people who are close to them live in total.
There are only two young children, Chamutu and Gu know.
Liu Mudan always followed the harem, his eyes gleaming with joy—if the reincarnated soul of the living Buddha was attached to Chamutu, the problem that had always plagued her and her life was solved.
The door opened, and in the arms of her mother, Gu knew more than a year old and Chamutu was half a year old, who was sleeping soundly, and was suddenly awakened by vocals. When she opened her eyes to see so many strange adults with serious expressions, Chamutu was immediately startled. Burst into tears.
Gu knew that he didn't cry, his wandering eyes turned and his little nose sniffed, so a bit older, he even showed a thought-like expression.
The chief protector Lama knelt down at the door with a dignified expression, and placed a string of agarwood beads most commonly used by the living Buddha of Dama before the life, and the copper-clad ebony magical instrument placed before him.
The blankets rolled up, and the lamas and patriarchs of the Huyin Temple knelt down on the stage. Everyone held their breaths, and there was no voice on all sides.
The mother-in-law was shocked by this solemn atmosphere and put down her two children. At the end of the long carpet, Chamutu cried for a while and saw no one to ignore it. She had to climb up slowly on the carpet.
Chamutu had grown strong since he was a child, and his legs and feet were strong only when he was half a year old. He crawled so slowly that he came straight towards Damma's relics.
Everyone showed joy.
Feng Zhiwei stood at the gate of the yard far away, standing with his hands down. He didn’t look at it. He only frowned and wondered why Xiaodu hadn’t come back. Such an important moment
Chamutu climbed to the two relics and grabbed the bead.
The Dafa Lama shivered his lips and opened his arms with joy.
When Chamutu's small fist loosened, the beads fell and hurt his toes. He cried again with a wow, and stepped on the beads when he lifted his foot.
The big lama hurriedly grabbed the beads from his feet, his face showing disappointment.
At this step, it can basically be determined that it is not Chamutu. The Great Lama never gave up, handing the implement to Chamutu, but Chamutu had already rushed into the arms of the rushing maiden, crying and pushing Open the magic weapon, and all the small faces are wrinkled together.
Everyone sighed in disappointment.
The chief lama hesitated to look at the magic implement in his hand. His eyes and the three guardians around him looked at each other quickly, and he quickly reached an agreement. Then he lowered his eyelids and quickly put the magic implement and the bead.
Several patriarchs' eyes flashed, but none of them spoke.
Obviously, the lama in the Huyin Temple did not want Gu to know about Dama’s relics. Although the child’s origin was unknown, he was adopted by the concubine. Once he was identified as a living Buddha, this elusive big Concubine, there will be no more constraints.
Although there were few reincarnated male living Buddhas or possessed female living Buddhas in previous dynasties, it was not without them. No one dared to take the risk.
The relics will be put away soon.
The grandmother was instructed to come, picked up Gu knowing, and tried to take her away.
Feng Zhiwei looked away from his hand with a smile in his eyes.
Staring at those two things all the time, Gu Xiao sniffed with a small nose, and suddenly laughed.
Then she twisted her body struggling in the arms of the maiden, leaned forward, and leaned in the direction of the big lama, beckoning the maiden to lead her over, the maiden hesitated, and Gu Zhi immediately raised her hand to pull her hair.
In the eyes of everyone, this act of willingness to approach the relics of the living Buddha immediately caused a commotion, and the big lama could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb, stiffened his face, and slowly placed the two relics underground.
Gu knew that she was pushing the milky mother, forcing her to hold herself in front of the relic, smiling grimacingly, and sticking the delicate face of her skin to the shiny and magical implement.
She closed her eyes and looked intoxicated, the smoke in the incense burner curled behind her, and the small face she slaps in the pale smoke suddenly seemed a little more solemn and quiet, like a holy lotus flower, open above the clouds, Jiuxiao Among.
Chief Lama Gao Xuan made a sound of Buddha.
The Sanskrit sang.
Everyone fell silently.
Gu Zhige smiled, and was intoxicated by the breath on the bead. Unexpectedly, at this moment, she acted, and she decided the luck of the grassland for decades to come.
In the distance Feng Zhiwei showed a quiet smile in the shadow, but that smile did not seem to be kind.
I went to Damma last night and took the time to pick up the oil lamp and silently replaced Dama’s magical instrument. Inside the magical instrument, a kind of powder made by Zong Chen himself was clothed, and the smell was a little walnut. It’s one of Gu Nanyi’s most familiar tastes and belongs to one of Gu Nanyi’s tastes. Feng Zhiwei’s Gu Zhi is too sticky to Gu Nanyi, and he consciously arranges for Zong Chen to get it out. This little girl has been a little girl since her nose, and she is particularly sensitive to the smell of Gu Nanyi, who gets along with the day and night. As soon as the magic weapon came out, she smelled the walnut fragrance.