"Clang!" "Clang!" Clang!
The urgent ringing of the bell echoed throughout the entire Potala Palace, and countless red-robed lamas rushed out.
" What happened?!"
"I don't know. Could it be that the Living Buddha is calling us for a meeting?!”
"Has anything happened in the Six Great Temples recently? Or something else…"
Amidst the discussion, hundreds of monks swarmed to the square at the foot of the Potala Palace and whispered to each other.
At this moment, they saw a monk in a yellow frock standing in the middle of the square, looking up at the magnificent Potala Palace.
"Who is this? What are you doing here?"
The monk's robe and scabs were obviously from the Zen Sect of the Central Plains, not a Tantra monk.
At this moment, sixteen red-robed lamas carried an extremely luxurious golden chariot from the highest level of the Red Palace and slowly descended.
Beside the golden spiritual chariot, there were more than ten lamas in red and yellow robes. It was obvious that they had a higher status.
Li Qingyang narrowed his eyes.
He could clearly see that under the five-colored canopy of the golden chariot sat a lama wearing a red monk's robe and a kasaya embroidered with gold and silver patterns.
This was the current owner of the Potala Palace, the current Living Buddha of the Tibetan Buddhism, Awang Losang Gyatso!
He was about fifty years old. His eyes were sunken and his face was yellow. His eyes were like a hawk's as he looked down at Li Qingyang.
The luxurious golden carriage finally stopped in front of the outermost layer of the White House. Awang Losang Gyatso looked down at the hundreds of lamas on the square.
None of the lamas dared to speak, quietly waiting for the Living Buddha to speak first.
"Amitayus Buddha."
Awang Rosang Gyatso spoke slowly. His voice was surprisingly clear. He spoke Chinese with a clear accent.
"Are you really from Shaolin Temple?”
Li Qingyang put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice.
"Amitabha. This poor monk is True Yan, and I came from Shaolin Temple.”
Awang Rosang Gyatso's expression didn't change at all. He asked again,
"Sir, are you here to retrieve the lost books of Shaolin Temple?!”
Among the hundreds of lamas, there were still many who knew Chinese. With the translation of these people, the conversation between Li Qingyang and Awang Rosang Gyatso was quietly spread.
Many lamas immediately glared at Li Qingyang, as if they were going to swarm him and tear him to pieces in the next moment.
It was only then that they realized the true purpose of this monk from the Zen Sect of the Central Plains.
"Yes."
Li Qingyang's words were like gold. He only replied with one word, but it struck the hearts of everyone present.
"Living Buddha!"
A lama beside the golden carriage finally couldn't help but speak.
He took a step forward and bowed to Awang Rosang Gyatso. Then he turned to Li Qingyang and said sternly,"
"You Shaolin monk from the Central Plains, you're full of nonsense!! Our Gelug Sect is spread across the four great lands. Why would we steal the books of your Shaolin Temple?!”
"You are clearly slandering us and trying to take away our Gelug Sect's records!!”
The so-called Four Great Lands were the Front Tibet, the Back Tibet, Inner Mongolia, and Outer Mongolia. They were usually managed by four Living Buddhas, and each of them had extremely high status.
One of them was the leader of the Potala Palace, the Dali Lama. He was on par with the Panchen Living Buddha, and his status was higher than the other two Living Buddhas.
Li Qingyang looked at the lama and smiled. He said lightly,"
"I haven't said that my Shaolin's ancient books were snatched by you. What, you're confessing without a fight?”
"You!"
The lama's face changed. He wanted to say something, but Awang Rosang Gyatso said,
"Alright, Dorje, you may leave."
Lama Dorje's expression changed. He replied with a " yes " and retreated with his head lowered.
Awang Rosang Gyatso's eyes were like bottomless springs, but his voice was as clear as a stream.
"The world is changing, like the sun and moon rising. The Han people once ruled the world, but now it was the Manchu people's turn.”
"I knew that Shaolin would recover one day and come looking for me, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon…"
He lowered his head slightly, his eyelids drooping.
"I didn't expect you to be so young and alone.”
"We Shaolin monks are very busy. I'm the only one free, so I came over."
Awang Rosang Gyatso shook his head with a smile." Monks, don't lie. This is your word."”
"You should be the strongest person in the Zen Sect of the Central Plains. That's why I'm surprised by your youth.”
As soon as he said that, the lamas became even more agitated. Many of them looked at Li Qingyang in disbelief.
No matter how he looked at it, it was impossible for this face to be more than twenty years old.
However, no one doubted the words of the Living Buddha. If he said that the young monk in front of him was the strongest person in the Zen Sect of the Central Plains, then he must be.
Li Qingyang slowly exhaled. Suddenly, he felt a faint pressure in his heart.
"I came here to end this past.”
"No matter what, the ancient books of our Shaolin Temple that are wandering outside. I must take it back."
Awang Rosang Gyatso was silent for a while and then sighed,"
"Dorje, go up and meet this Junior Brother True Yan.”
"Yes, Living Buddha!"
The lama took a step forward, suddenly bent his knees slightly, and leaped!!
"Boom!"
Like a meteorite falling to the ground, he fell from a height of 20 feet and smashed heavily onto the ground!!
His legs bent slightly before he stood up straight again. He was completely unharmed, and his breathing was heavy like two angry dragons.
Under his feet, the green stone slab cracked inch by inch.
"Gelug Sect, Hotogtu, Dorje, please enlighten me.”
His Chinese pronunciation was not standard, but every word was like a nail smashing into solid wood.
Li Qingyang narrowed his eyes as he sized up the lama.
Hotogtu, which meant Saint, was a type of Living Buddha in Mongolian.
Hotogtu, who had the highest rank and title, was the supreme leader of the Gelug Sect.
Hotogtu was also a Living Buddha, but his status was lower than the four Living Buddhas.
Hotogtu, as the Living Buddha, also had a reincarnation system. The number of people who could obtain this title in each generation was the strongest batch of lamas in the Gelug Sect.
The Hotogtu in front of him was called Dorje, which meant Vajra in Tibetan. This name showed his strength and confidence.
"Shaolin Monastery, Prajna Hall Monk, True Yan, please enlighten me.”
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