The convoy entered the Sakya Castle, and only when we were inside did we realize how big it was.
The old stone building is very clean and tidy.
Above the head, there is a huge ancient Bodhi tree, towering into the sky and evergreen all year round.
It is like a patron saint, covering a large area here.
The volcanic rocks from the depths of the Himalayas exude a mixture of dark red light and blue-black light.
The whole castle has an inexplicable sense of sanctity.
When you are in it, you can feel an inexplicable atmosphere.
The pace of life seems to be slowing down.
Time seems to be frozen here.
I can vaguely imagine that Sakyamuni Buddha once wanted to build everything here with his people and believers, stone by tree.
The stones here are ancient.
The wood is all green maple, still as old as it was then.
Thousands of years have passed, and everything here is still the same as before.
The castle is divided into an outer castle and an inner castle, as well as a grand basement.
As far as Song Sanxi knew, there was a secret passage in the basement.
I've been here before in my previous life, but I don't know where the secret passage leads to.
The barbican is where the servants of the castle live.
The inner fort is the residence of the direct descendants of the Sakyamuni family.
Of course, the people who farm here do not live here, but in a small town outside the Sakya Valley.
Now, in the inner castle, is where Princess Sharana is under house arrest.
Three meals a day are provided in abundance.
Although she is a descendant of the Buddha, the saint's diet still includes meat, other than beef and elephant meat.
But she doesn't have a mobile phone or a computer.
According to Ralph, under her house arrest, she only had professional medical books and countless vast and ancient scriptures in the inner castle scripture room. All of them are classics among classics and super cultural relics.
Song Sanxi knew about this scripture collection room and had visited it in his previous life.
There are hundreds of thousands of volumes of Buddhist scriptures.
He had read it in his previous life.
With his super brain and memory, he has been reading for more than half a year.
He also has a very deep understanding of the entire ancient seal.
The Buddhist scriptures here not only record philosophical systems such as Buddhism, but are also a comprehensive collection of Ayin's historical records through the ages. There are official histories, unofficial histories, and even love histories.
Get out of the car, and Ralph will accompany you.
The security has been withdrawn and people are living outside.
Inside this castle, there is Ayin's top security force.
There are 99 people in total, equipped with the best light and heavy weapons firepower.
As for his skills, he is also one among ten thousand.
Normally, they are responsible for security, the castle's internal guards, food and daily living, etc.
Half man, half woman.
At this time, these guards were all wearing the Sakyamuni family-style robes, and they were all hard guys under the robes.
They formed two lines, spread out all around, and came to greet Mr. Ralph and his party.
The leader was the person in charge of the Sakya family here - a sister-in-law of Ralph.
This little aunt is thirty-five years old, with a stern face and eyes shining like ice.
Under the ancient robe and skirt, she has a beautiful figure.
It seems that he is also 1.75 meters tall, not too short.
Coupled with her cold face and stern temperament, she is very manly.
Her name is Yehenalati.
His face was as cold as ice, but he looked very young.
Unlike her real age of 35, she looks like she is in her mid-twenties at best!
When Ralph saw her, he was very respectful and even bent down to pray to Buddha. "Ralph has met Aunt Yehenalati. I wish you beauty and health!"
Yehenalati just nodded, with a cold expression on his face, and his voice was clear and sharp, "Little Ralph, you haven't been back here for a long time."
"Yes, aunt! I miss every plant and tree here, I also miss my family saint aunt, and I miss my niece Sharana who is under house arrest here."
Yehenalati nodded and his eyes fell on Song Sanxi.
Her expression remained unchanged and calm as she said, "This is your distinguished friend, the medical expert of the Eastern Dream, and Sarana's most admired teacher, Mr. Song Sanxi?"
Ralph hurried over and stood next to Song Sanxi, with a look of honor and pride on his face. He ordered ice cream and introduced her in a loud voice.
Song Sanxi smiled, relaxed and calm, with a quiet and elegant temperament, and nodded, trying to cooperate with this Ralph.
But in his heart, there was endless emotion.
We were human beings in two lives. Old friends meet each other, but they no longer recognize each other.
In his previous life, he was able to come here because of this family saint, whose full name was: Degan Yehenalati Ludoshena Shakya.
Think about it, she was already forty years old at that time, still single, and guarding Chu Rusheng.
But unfortunately, after meeting the Godfather of Joy, the love suddenly fell in love and became crazy.
She brought him here to consult the scripture library, stayed by her side day and night, took care of his food and daily life, and showed her utmost care.
But because of her family's status as a saint, she cannot express her emotions, let alone lose her status as a saint.
It was just that when my godfather left in my previous life, I leaned against the door and looked away, far away.
Finally, at the moment when the happy godfather turned around and waved while riding his white horse, she shed the tears of a saint.
The sun sets in the west, the mountain wind rises, and the tears fly like beads in the wind.
The pure and young face is so sad and sad.
The wind gets stronger, the clothes and skirts are swaying, and the beauty is like a dream, and the heart is broken...
Because of this matter, Song Sanxi has always been brooding about it and never forgets it.
To be honest, in the previous life, at that moment, I was almost emotional.
Maybe because of this, Xiaoyuer was jealous for a while!
But in this life, after going round and round, we meet again at Sakyamuni Holy Land. The beauty is still the same, but the time has been advanced.
She is still the same her.
Serious as ice, jade as snow, beautiful as a god, like a saint!
And he is no longer the body of an old friend.
Xiao Yu'er in this life, that powerful woman who was jealous of the Saint, still doesn't know where she is!
Song Sanxi couldn't help but sigh with emotion when Yehenalati nodded to him:
"Wash away the lead and guard the holy land for thousands of years. The Buddha's heart is so spiritual that he longs for eternal reincarnation. On the holy peak of the Himalayas, the last piece of pure snow embryo; deep in the Sakya Valley, the most beautiful Bodhi pistil leaf.
Hello, Holy Lady Henarati!"
At this moment, Song Sanxi felt a sin emerge in his heart.
Because in my previous life, I had the same opening remarks, so it was all unclear.
In this life, alas, I can’t help myself, I can’t control my emotions, but I’ve spoken sincerely.
At the end of the day, the life of the saintly daughter of the Sakyamuni family was a life of bondage and a life of silence.
Lonely, reading scriptures, and never getting married, until the day of death, a new family saint will appear.
This was one of the last words left by Sakyamuni Buddha in the world when he passed away.
At the same time, he also left behind a message that has not been solved for dozens of generations: at dusk when the Holy Buddha comes, Sakyamuni Saint is the eternal memory.
Later, someone did try to explain it, but it didn't seem to work.
Some people in the later generations of the Sakyamuni family said, probably that when a man like a holy Buddha appears, the system of saintly women in the Sakyamuni family will end and become an eternal memory.
However, in the past two thousand years, nothing like this has happened.
When Song Sanxi opened his mouth like this, Yehenalati's icy eyes seemed to light up.
Ralph laughed, "Professor Song, what a literary talent! This Indian language sounds very beautiful, so beautiful!"
The assistant next to him also admired him. He felt that Mr. Song was really good at talking and was so romantic...