When we followed the fifth uncle to the disciple room of Yuxu Palace, everyone except the uncle and the second uncle were guarding outside.

It made me feel quite uncertain. This heavy atmosphere was almost like a memorial service.

Seeing the mournful look on my fourth uncle's face, I even thought Shang Qingyun was dead.

When the fifth uncle heard my question, he was stunned for a moment: "When did I say that Xiao Qingyun can't do it? Oh, don't look at your fourth uncle. He always has that sad face. It's not like you don't know. Come in with me and follow I'll come in."

Seeing that Uncle Wu was still so arrogant, I felt relieved.

We did not go directly into the room to see Shang Qingyun's condition, but went to another separate house.

When I saw this room, my heart moved.

This is a villa, I have an impression of it. When I was a child, I lived here with my grandparents. It is said that this was the former residence of my grandfather’s master. Later, my master left the mountain and disappeared. This house It belongs to my grandfather.

At that moment, I became excited.

I even thought about how I would calm down if I suddenly saw my grandfather when I opened the door.

Say, Grandpa, I have been looking for you for a long time?

Or, grandfather, did I succeed?

As I thought about it, I began to feel confused.

Uncle Wu pressed my shoulder, then walked up and knocked on the door.

I heard a kind voice respond from inside the door: "Come in."

The moment I heard that voice, I almost burst into tears.

That was a strange yet familiar voice that I hadn't heard for a long time.

In the past ten years or so, I have hardly seen any of my other family members except my aunt. I have even forgotten what my parents look like.

When I heard the kind old woman's voice inside the door, all the fragility and loneliness in my heart burst.

That voice is my grandmother.

She was the kind old woman who told me stories when I couldn't sleep when I was little.

It was the elder who asked me to read and write.

As the door creaked open, I couldn't help it anymore and threw myself into the arms of the old woman sitting dignifiedly in the room.

I have endured all the hardships and grievances along the way.

But when I met my grandmother, whom I hadn't seen for more than ten years, I couldn't help it.

Grandma hugged me, touched my hair, and let me cry for a long time.

After I calmed down, she comforted me: "Good boy, grandma knows you have worked hard for more than ten years."

I wiped my tears with some embarrassment and said, "It's okay, grandma. Since you are in Wudang Mountain, why didn't you let me come to see you earlier so that I can fulfill my filial piety."

Grandma shook her head: "Haven't you seen me now? Good boy, Grandma knows that your journey has not been easy, but there is nothing you can do about it. This is the fate of the Incense Division's lineage."

"I do not understand."

"Hey, you will understand in the future. In short, Master's wife, although you two have a deep love for each other, if we don't talk about business, little Qingyun over there may not be able to hold on anymore."

I suddenly realized that now was indeed not the time to reminisce about the past, so I hurriedly asked my grandmother: "Grandma, what happened to Qingyun?"

Grandma sighed: "He has an incurable disease."

"What incurable disease?"

As soon as I asked the question, the courtyard outside suddenly became noisy.

I heard slow and steady footsteps coming from far away. The sound sounded like that of an old man. The slow and shuffling steps meant that the man was very old.

When I turned around, I saw people walking in twos and threes outside the door.

These people were all dressed as Taoist priests, including a few of my uncles, but most of them were people I had never seen before.

Those people were wearing dark green robes, and in the middle of the crowd was an old man who seemed to be holding a mahogany crutch.

This old man's beard and hair are all white, and the hair on the top of his head is already sparse. His face is covered with wrinkles, and he looks very old. He is wearing a loose robe and carrying a cloth bag.

There was a little Taoist boy on each side to support him, one carrying the medicine box and the other carrying the stove.

The old man walked in the door.

Grandma stood up in person and responded. There was not much conversation between them, they just said: "Please sit down."

One agreed and then sat down.

Looks like an old acquaintance.

As the two old men sat down, we also sat or stood in the room one after another.

There were two elders present, and none of us dared to speak.

I just waited for my grandmother to speak first: "Sir, how is the child?"

The old man in dark green robes shook his head and replied in a very low and hoarse voice: "The situation is not optimistic. I have tried several methods, but I can only barely protect his heart. This child is in a special situation. He is like this."

Illness is not caused by external factors, but by internal factors."

"Sir, please clarify." Grandma stood up and bowed.

The old man dissuaded: "You and I are the same age, why do you need to give such a big gift? There is really nothing I can do about this matter. However,"

As he spoke, the old man raised his head and looked towards us: "Little baby over there, come here." He waved to me.

I walked over respectfully.

My grandmother introduced me: "Siyu, this is your grandfather's fellow disciple. Sun Qingshan from Wudang Baicaotang, Mr. Sun. Please see me soon."

I quickly knelt down and carved my head.

Mr. Sun nodded: "Okay, okay. He is a sensible boy. Come here, I want to tell you something."

I quickly stood up and took half a step closer. I heard the old man say to me: "I have heard about you. This child's illness is beyond my ability. We can't intervene at this time. We can only let you go for a while."

Let’s go.”

I immediately expressed my position: "Qingyun fell into a coma because of me. As long as I can save him, I will do whatever it takes to save him."

"Yes! Very good. I will repay my kindness." As he spoke, the old man raised his hand and pointed at the Taoist boy who was traveling with him. "You all step back. The little ones from Yuxu Palace stay."

Not long after, there were only me, Er Pang, Liu Sa, Ah Hui, Monk Luo Que, my uncles, my grandmother and Mr. Sun left in the house.

Seeing that we had done everything and the area had been cleared, he slowly said: "At this time, it really cannot be known to outsiders.

Even you, the disciples of Yuxu Palace, probably know only a little about this child."

Among these people, my third uncle is the most responsible: "Indeed, when the sixth junior brother brought Shang Qingyun back from outside, he said very little about him. He only said that he was rescued from the west."

"So how much do you know about this child?" the old man asked some of my uncles.

This time it was my fifth uncle's turn to speak. He usually has the best relationship with my father, so he knows more things than the other uncles: "Well, I heard from the sixth junior brother that Qingyun is not a Han, and I can see that.

When I was a child, Qingyun would occasionally speak some dialects of his hometown, which sounded like Tibetan to me.

In addition, he often has messy dreams.

Tell him what he is, what kind of monk."

At this time, the monk said to the side: "Oh, I can't tell that these are still our Buddhist disciples. When did you Taoists learn to rob people?"

I patted him and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

At this time, Mr. Sun said: "No, this little master is right. That child is indeed a member of the Buddhist sect. Moreover, he is also the reincarnation of the Tibetan Buddhist sect."

"The reincarnated soul boy?!" We all said in unison.

"That's right. In my early years, I traveled with my ancestors and visited famous mountains and rivers. I once discussed the treatment of plateau syndrome with Tibetan doctors in Qinghai. At that time, we talked about local anecdotes. One of them was about the reincarnation of the soul boy designated by the Gelug sect of Tibetan Buddhism.

rumors."

Speaking of reincarnated soul boys, I think of Tsangyang Gyatso.

Historically, Tsangyang Gyatso was a tragic figure who suffered a tragic fate because he was reincarnated as a soul boy.

Because he was selected as the reincarnation of Tibetan Buddhism, he had to convert to Buddhism. However, Tsangyang Gyatso's heart was not lost, so he was eventually deprived of his position as the Sixth Lama by the Qing Emperor, and passed away while being escorted.

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Legend has it that Tsangyang Gyatso had a beloved woman, and for this reason, they missed each other throughout their lives.

Tsangyang Gyatso, who spent his whole life chanting sutras for the Buddha, did not die well either.

Because I liked Tsangyang Gyatso’s poetry very much when I was in middle school, I also had a little exposure to the concept of reincarnated soul boys.

To put it simply, the reincarnated soul boy is the reincarnation of the designated previous lama.

This involves the Buddhist fatalism of cause and effect.

Generally speaking, when a Buddhist lama dies, his disciples will use various methods to select a soul boy among the people. Of course, in the past feudal dynasty, this selection required the permission of the emperor of the Celestial Dynasty.

The child chosen as the reincarnated soul boy is the new leader of the Gelug Sect.

However, this system of selecting reincarnated soul children is really unreasonable, and it doesn’t matter whether the child is willing or not.
To be continued...