After walking around Jianggong City, Yang Xiaobao and Rabbit Demon returned to the hotel.
Unexpectedly, there was a monk at the door of the hotel.
This monk looks very familiar. I saw him at Daya Temple yesterday.
"Donor Yang, you are back." When the monk saw Yang Xiaobao get out of the car, he quickly stepped forward to say hello.
"Are you waiting for me?" Yang Xiaobao asked.
"Yes, I'm really waiting for you." The monk said, "We, the deacons, want to see you and tell you something."
"Well……"
Yang Xiaobao pondered for a moment, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, then I will accompany you."
He turned around and looked at the rabbit demon.
The rabbit demon immediately shook his head and said: "Forget it, I'll wait here for you to come back."
It avoids temples.
"Don't run around." Yang Xiaobao warned.
He knew that after walking around in broad daylight, it was unlikely that the rabbit demon would go out.
He drove the car and took the monk to Daya Temple, and then followed the monk to the office where Yeshe Gyatso handled temple affairs.
"Master, you are looking for me. Do you have any news from Shi Ran?"
Yang Xiaobao asked as soon as he sat down.
Yeshe Gyatso smiled and said: "There is indeed some news, I think I should tell you."
"Master, please speak."
Yeshe Gyatso said: "Mr. Yang, that Shi Ran has returned to the mainland. I asked my friends from the mainland to help me monitor him. Judging from the direction he went today, he should have returned to the Qixingmen headquarters."
"Master, is your information accurate?" Yang Xiaobao asked.
Yeshe Gyatso chuckled and said, "Mr. Yang, I can guarantee this in the name of our Dalai Temple."
Yang Xiaobao nodded and believed what Yeshe Gyatso said.
This is no ordinary guarantee.
"Thank you, thank you Master for the information."
Since Shi Ran returned to the Seven Star Sect in a hurry, either something happened to the Seven Star Sect, or he was regrouping and making a comeback.
No matter what the situation was, Yang Xiaobao knew that he no longer had to rush to the north gate of the Gate of Hell.
"I asked you to come here today, but I still have something to tell you."
"Oh? What's the matter?"
Yang Xiaobao looked at Yeshe Gyatso's expression and knew that what he was going to say next was the focus of today.
Yeshe Gyatso took out a photo from a drawer and placed it in front of Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao picked up the photo and looked at it. It was a photo of a lama.
This lama looks very old, probably eighty or ninety years old.
"this……"
Yang Xiaobao didn't recognize the person in this photo and didn't know what he meant.
"This man is a lama from our Dalai Monastery, named Lobsang Danda. His Buddhist attainments are quite high." Yeshe Gyatso said, "With his attainments, he is enough to be the abbot of our courtyard."
Yang Xiaobao knows how high this evaluation is.
He did not speak, but waited patiently for Yeshe Gyatso to continue speaking.
Yeshe Gyatso sighed and said: "Lobsang Danda has been in our temple for decades. He is very low-key and only concentrates on studying Buddhism."
"Then what does he have to do with us?"
"Later, the abbot of our temple said that he wanted to build a Zhaba Temple, and he took the initiative to go to Zhaba Temple."
"In other words, he is also one of the batch of deceased?" Yang Xiaobao asked quickly.
Yeshe Gyatso sighed and said, "Unfortunately, we did not see his body."
Yang Xiabao was stunned, and it took him a long time to react and asked: "What does this mean? What do you mean by not seeing his body?"
"There were dozens of people who died at that time. Some of their bodies were in pieces, and some of their faces were severely damaged, so it's not sure which one is his."
Yang Xiaobao snorted, nodded, and said, "That's it."
Yeshe Gyatso added: "So we all thought his body was among these people, and then we held a sky burial for them."
"Master, what do you mean by telling me this?" Yang Xiaobao asked.
Yeshe Gyatso sighed and said quietly: "You saw that mask yesterday and said it was made by Japanese people. Then I told the director of our hospital."
Yang Xiabao nodded and said nothing, waiting for Yeshe Gyatso to continue.
Yeshe Gyatso said: "The host is over ninety years old. He told me that Lobsang Danda is actually a Japanese."
Hearing these words from Yixi Gyatso, Yang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment.
This was really beyond his expectation.
"He...his name is the name of your local people. How could he be Japanese?" Yang Xiaobao asked in surprise.
Yeshe Gyatso sighed and said: "To be honest, when I heard what the host said, I was very shocked. We have never doubted that he is from our Western Region Plateau."
"Then why is he here?"
Yeshe Gyatso briefly told Yang Xiaobao.
This lama named Lobsang Danda lived alone on the plateau of the Western Regions decades ago.
At that time, a lama from Daya Temple went out to pray for the villagers. When he came back, he met him on the road hungry and lying on the ground.
At that time, there was war and chaos, and the world was in turmoil. Only their place could escape the disaster because it was too remote.
At first glance, this person seemed to have fled here from the mainland.
The lama couldn't bear it, so he carried him back to Dare Temple and rescued him.
After he woke up, the monks in the temple realized that he was a Japanese who was forced to come to this country to fight in the war.
In an encounter, his troops were almost annihilated and he escaped from the encirclement alone.
Then he ran west along the road and happened to meet a caravan.
He did not dare to say that he was Japanese for fear of being beaten to death, so he pretended to be mute and followed the caravan to our place.
The abbot of our temple, who was still a child at the time, witnessed this incident.
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "Then the Daye Temple took him in?"
Yeshe Gyatso nodded and said, "Yes. And I also gave him a local name."
When Yang Xiaobao heard what Yeshe Gyatso said, he was silent for a long time.
Finally, something suddenly occurred to him and he said, "That's not right. Based on his age, this Lobsang Danda must be a hundred years old, right?"
Yeshe Gyatso smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, based on his age, he should be about a hundred years old."
"When I look at his photos, he doesn't look like he is a hundred years old." Yang Xiaobao said.
Yeshe Gyatso laughed and said: "In our temple, it is not uncommon to live to be a hundred years old. After all, it is very common to live such a long life by eating fast, chanting Buddha's name every day, and practicing cultivation."
Yang Xiabao nodded, looked at Yeshe Gyatso and asked: "Master, what is the purpose of telling me this? Do you really doubt him..."
Yeshe Gyatso shook his head and said: "Before there is evidence, it is just suspicion, and it cannot even be called suspicion."