"Are you going to the tomb of King Hami?" Zhang Qiling asked hesitantly.
"I don't know yet. We'll see when the time comes. The most important thing now is your memory."
The two of them were following Zhang Haike. Lin Ruoyan simply didn't know. How to get to that lamasery.
Zhang Qiling is too lazy to take the route he wants to take. If there are ready-made people, it will be useless to use it.
In fact, sometimes, his memory is like a layer of veil, and it feels like there is only one opportunity left.
Lin Ruoyan looked at the lamasery hanging halfway up the mountain in trance. Several years passed in a flash.
When she, Hu Bayi and the others landed here, they went back without leaving the room in the lamasery.
This was the first time she looked at this lamasery from outside, and she felt a sense of oppression.
Her steps hesitated when she was about to step onto the steps.
Because there was a voice in her heart telling her that once she stepped into this lamasery, her ties to the world would become deeper and deeper.
This sound comes out of nowhere. Is it the system?
She called the system several times, but there was no response.
Lin Ruoyan hesitated for too long and gradually loosened his hand.
Zhang Qiling, who was holding her hand, looked back at the upper step with questioning eyes, but he clenched his hand tightly and refused to let go.
Zhang Haike at the front also stopped and looked down in confusion.
Lin Ruoyan lowered his eyes, made up his mind, and stepped onto the steps.
This Lama Temple looks very big and spectacular from below.
The steps into the temple are extremely steep, basically at 90°, and can barely accommodate two people walking up and down side by side.
Zhang Haike in front didn't even look at them. He simply turned his head and didn't look at them.
After entering the temple gate, there is a small courtyard with many stone tables and chairs.
At the end of the courtyard, the room built against the mountain stretches upwards with no end in sight.
However, judging from the size of the room, the space inside is not large.
There was a young lama in the courtyard. Even though he was a few years older, he could tell that he was the one who had given them butter tea.
Zhang Haike chatted a few words with him in Tibetan, and the lama led them to a wooden ladder behind the courtyard house.
I don’t know how many floors they climbed before the young lama took them to a Zen room and stopped.
Then he retreated, and Zhang Haike opened the door. The light inside was dark, and he could barely see clearly the piles of scriptures surrounding him.
There was a window that vaguely let in light, but it was covered by a thick felt. The light came from the many small holes in the felt.
"You came before the ten-year deadline this time."
A light lit up,It was the great lama who diagnosed and treated Lin Ruoyan and the others back then.
"I'm here to get my memory back." Zhang Qiling said calmly.
"Follow me." The great lama sighed, got up and led them to another room.
This room was also full of scriptures, and some of Zhang Qiling’s memories flashed out.
The great lama took out the scriptures recorded in recent years and handed them to him.
Zhang Qiling took it, opened it and took a look, it was all in Tibetan.
Originally, I wanted to take Lin Ruoyan to watch it together...
When she wants to know, he can tell her the story.
Seeing him take the scroll, Lin Ruoyan sat down, put the scroll on the table, spread it out, and looked at it in the candlelight lit by the great lama.
There are so many scriptures in this room, and I don’t know when I will see them.
Seeing how fascinated he was, Lin Ruoyan retreated with the Great Lama Zhang Haike.
"After so many years, I didn't expect that the female lay monks are getting younger and younger." After the great lama came out, he bowed to Lin Ruoyan.
"Master is so complimentary." Lin Ruoyan and Hu Bayi had not seen the great lama when they were sober, so they could only reply politely.
"If you have nothing to do, you can go to the nearby patio."
The great lama pointed in a direction, then smiled, turned and left.
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Zhang Haike was surprised, had the patriarch’s wife been here before?
Lin Ruoyan was curious about the direction pointed by the great lama. What was there? Is it related to my brother?
With nothing to do, she walked towards the direction pointed by the great lama, which contained patios one after another.
"Why are you following me? Guard your clan leader." Lin Ruoyan turned back and said to Zhang Haike.
He doesn't talk as much as he talks, but he was a bit annoying in the early stages of Zhang Mei Pavilion.
There was a sense of the remnants of an arrogant and arrogant feudal society in his words.
Seeing that he still wanted to follow, Lin Ruoyan looked left and right, picked up a small stone under the patio and held it firmly.
Then it was released, turning into small pieces and falling.
Zhang Haike's eyes widened, he couldn't even do it.
Lin Ruoyan imitated her younger brother's expressionlessness when looking at people, until Zhang Haike disappeared.
Then he hurriedly took in his breath, shook his right hand that was hurt by the edges of the stone, and walked deeper.
We have reached the patio at the end. Since it is in the open air, only some vague patterns can be seen on the murals on the surrounding walls.
None of these are important. What is important is a statue sitting on a stone in the middle of the patio.
The stone statue's back was facing her, but this back figure was extremely familiar.
Is this the statue that the great lama asked her to see?
Lin Ruoyan walked towards the statue and turned to the front of the statue.
The stone statue is very crudely carved, with only a simple body shape and no details at all.
But people who are familiar with it can still recognize that this is the figure of the little brother.
It is not without details. On the whole, the work on this stone statue should have been stopped midway.
Because the facial expression details have been completed, it is exactly the face of the little brother.
It is not a very detailed carving, but the expression is so lifelike that people can recognize him at a glance.
Lin Ruoyan couldn't help but stretched out her hand to caress the stone statue's eyes.
His expression was sad, and he was looking down and crying.
Since they met, she has never seen him cry or look sad and painful on his face.
Who carved this stone statue of him?
Little brother...what has he ever encountered to be so sad?
Are there many painful memories in his lost memory?
Lin Ruoyan sat quietly with the stone statue for a while, thinking that it was the great lama who pointed it in the direction.
He must know everything about this stone statue.
Get up and go to the great lama's room to ask him.
The great lama seemed to have expected her coming, but he smiled and said nothing to her inquiry, saying only that the time had not come yet.
Lin Ruoyan was a little speechless. It was the direction he pointed, but he came to ask but he was pretentious.
I’ll ask him again tomorrow. If that doesn’t work, I’ll wait for him to finish reading the scriptures and drag him over to see if this stone statue can remind him of his past memories.
During dinner, the boy who was called out by Lin Ruoyan ate briefly. Seeing that her room had been arranged, he went back to read the scriptures in that room.
However, before going in, Lin Ruoyan warned her not to look at those things all night long. There was enough time and one had to balance work and rest. The lights were dim and it would not be good for the eyes for a long time.
"The weather is going to change." Before Zhang Haike returned to his room, he took a look at the gloomy weather.
Lin Ruoyan also looked up and could only see a thick layer of gray clouds.
Autumn is almost over. Tibet has a high altitude and it is normal for the weather to be changeable.
Coming here from Buqing Ranch is not a very short distance. The continuous running during this period made Lin Ruoyan quickly fall asleep.
But she did not sleep peacefully. She rarely dreamed, but this time she had a dream.
A dream of three days of silence.