The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Tang Tang and his group, including Mao Rongrong, are not ordinary people, so they did not experience severe altitude sickness.

The cool air with the scent of incense ash made Tang Tang feel like he was traveling through time and space for a moment, as if he could hear the chanting of the Living Buddha in the Potala Palace.

Tang Tang has no faith, her faith is herself.

It is undeniable that there are countless philosophical or cultural classics in Tibetan Buddhism, and most of the girls who were used to make ritual instruments were serfs.

At that time, serfs were not considered human beings. They were like the slaves used for human sacrifice during the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties - they were livestock in human form, not human beings.

However, even if it was a problem of historical limitations... Tang Tang still felt the same way, so he couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

When she turned to leave, she happened to meet an elderly living Buddha.

He is slightly plump, his skin is slightly tanned from being tanned for a long time, he has kind eyes and a gentle temperament.

The red felt robes seemed to belong naturally to Tibet, and the bright yellow duiga was slightly loose and had a hint of the smell of unburned incense ash.

"Guest from afar." The Living Buddha was old, but his eyes were still bright. He slowly put his wrinkled hands together and smiled gently at Tang Tang. "You came from afar, but you are not allowed to come in. Isn't it a pity?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Tang stopped and looked back at the elderly living Buddha.

She paused, then put her hands together and saluted the Living Buddha, then looked at the red bricks and stones of the Potala Palace again.

The Living Buddha's words made her recall the past.

It's a pity to leave without entering the door.

Under the influence of her past life, she could never get rid of the core of one thing - seeking results.

She wants everything to be perfect, to get what she wants and to succeed in what she does.

After her rebirth, she seemed to be free. She could fly around the world freely and spend a lot of money without any hesitation...

However, it was not until this moment that Tang Tang finally had a glimmer of enlightenment again.

Amid countless conspiracies and dangers, she became stronger and more mature.

But because she was in such a hurry and too nervous, she never had the chance to stop.

until now.

After several months of wandering, Tang Tang's heart finally calmed down.

She seemed to have gained a kind of peace that could not be expressed in words.

It is a kind of calmness and also a kind of confidence.

So she smiled and looked at the living Buddha, and said in a clear voice, "If my heart only pursues cause and effect, then it would be like tying myself up in a cocoon, and it would only cause trouble."

"From today on, I will come when I come, go when I go, and do when I do, regardless of right or wrong, I will just follow my heart."

"Amitabha," the Living Buddha said with a compassionate face, looking at Tang Tang, "The Diamond Sutra says: The Tathagata has no origin and no destination."

"Guests come from the previous life and leave in this life." The Living Buddha chanted a Buddhist name, no longer looking at Tang Tang, lowered his eyes and smiled softly, "Everyone follows their heart, everything follows their heart, and the results also follow their heart."

Tang Tang's pupils shrank.

Came in the previous life, left in this life! ?

Why would this living Buddha in front of me say such a thing?

Rebirth, this is Tang Tang’s secret.

Seeing Tang Tang's darker expression, Huo Huo did not explain. He just clasped his hands together in front of Tang Tang and closed his eyes again.

Then he turned and left, leaving only one sentence: "Since you see a mountain is a mountain, why don't you go to Tanggula Mountain to have a look."

“Rinpoche!”

Tang Tang's heart moved, and as he looked at the receding figure, he shouted out inexplicably.

The Living Buddha did not look back and laughed even louder.

What he finally left for Tang Tang was his back looking up at the sky.

He said, "My dear, tomorrow will be a fine day."

……

Tang Tang and his group went down the mountain and left the Potala Palace.

After a distance, only the original appearance of the Potala Palace can be seen.

Standing there quietly, the sky is clear, the clouds are beautiful, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance have a sacred appearance.

And at the moment when Tang Tang was looking towards the Potala Palace, the loud sound of the Tongqin trombone suddenly rang out from the Potala Palace and the Tashilhunpo Monastery at the same time.

Tang Tang was stunned.

At this moment, a child's voice filled with surprise and sorrow rang out, "Living Buddha! The Living Buddha has passed away!"

"Owner……"

Tang Tang immediately turned around and quickly walked back down the mountain.

Living Buddha, Living Buddha, how many Living Buddhas are there in the Potala Palace?

Thinking of those mysterious and ambiguous words just now, Tang Tang's face sank.

As she ran towards the Potala Palace, the sound of Dharma drums beating like thunder in the sky could be heard.

The closer they got, the louder the drumbeats became, each one heavier than the last, until Tang Tang could only hear the thunder-like sound of the drums besides his own breathing and heartbeat.

Along the way, she saw countless monks with panicked faces, wearing robes and running towards the scripture hall. At the end, Tang Tang was stopped by a young monk.

He had delicate eyebrows and eyes, a red mole right between his eyebrows, a slender and thin figure, and was wearing an elaborate cassock. In his hand was a string of red sandalwood Buddhist beads.

"Guest," he lowered his eyes and clasped his hands together in front of Tang Tang, "My master has passed away. He left some instructions before he left... A meeting is the beginning and the end. We just met by chance, so there is no need to worry."

Tang Tang stopped and looked up at the monk, "I just want to make myself feel at ease."

The young monk suddenly laughed. He bowed slightly and made way for the guest. "Then please come in, my guest."

Tang Tang looked at him.

There was not much sorrow in his eyes, but only a hint of peace. "My master once said that if the guest only said that he was at peace, then we should trouble him and let him see us one last time."

He had a faint scent of sandalwood and the bitter smell of lotus seeds on him; as he walked, this special smell floated from his robes.

The door was pushed open, and the sound of low chanting could be heard. Inside, countless monks were kneeling on cushions, constantly reciting a sutra for the salvation of souls.

The Living Buddha who was talking and laughing just now, now sat cross-legged on the scripture platform with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

The surrounding lamps were lit, and the smell of incense ash was strong, but not as rotten as the smell she first smelled outside the Potala Palace.

The smell of the incense ash here is peaceful, even with a subtle warmth.

Facing the Living Buddha's lifeless body, Tang Tang remained calm and clasped his hands together in front of him.

"Master said that the guest is a person of great fortune, and all his wishes will be granted. He does not need a relic to pray for safety."

The young monk handed the red sandalwood Buddhist beads to Tang Tang, "Master found this string of Buddhist beads in the Tanggula Mountains."

"Guest, the master said," the young monk smiled, "it belongs to you."

Tang Tang was slightly stunned and took the rosewood bracelet.

The slightly cool red sandalwood bracelet is also stained with the smell of incense ash. It is warm to the touch, but the most important thing is that it has uneven carvings on it.

Tang Tang lowered his head and took a closer look at the carvings.

It is a bunch of blooming crabapple flowers.