bayedsolid Chapter 311 Awakening in the Snowy Region
Chapter 311 Awakening in the Snowy Region
Yesterday, as dusk deepened, Sizi finally ascended to the thirteenth floor of the Potala Palace. A damp chill, carrying the scent of Tibetan incense, swept over him. Suddenly, a solemn and dignified shrine appeared before him, its crystal lamps gleaming under the light of ever-burning candles, illuminating the several mummified Buddhas enshrined within.
Those mummified Buddhas, draped in golden robes, had serene and peaceful faces, their eyes seemingly radiating a compassion that transcended the mundane world. Remarkably, despite the passage of time, their fingernails continued to grow, and the monks in the palace would trim them regularly.
Each of the mummified Buddhas in the Shambhala world tells a little-known legend. As Si Zi gazes at them, he feels deeply moved and grateful to be able to touch the power of faith that transcends time and space at this moment.
The structure of the Potala Palace is equally astonishing. The thinnest part of the wall is 2.7 meters, and in eleven key areas, the thickness reaches an astonishing 10 meters.
These walls are constructed using special grasses from high-altitude lakes, such as the shores of Yamdrok Lake, bound layer by layer with tough genuine leather ropes and coated with vermilion dye. They are not only incredibly sturdy but also cleverly regulate temperature, keeping the walls warm in winter and cool in summer.
Such ingenious design made Sizi marvel at the wisdom of the Tibetan artisans. Afterwards, Sizi visited the Jokhang Temple and paid homage to the life-size statue of the 12-year-old Shakyamuni Buddha three times.
As she devoutly prayed, a miracle quietly occurred—a magnificent double rainbow stretched across the sky, its golden light bathing the Jokhang Temple grounds in a sacred and awe-inspiring light. A profound and indescribable awe surged within Sizi, and she felt her connection to Buddhism deepen at that moment…
The incense was lost in the torrential rain. His mud-purple Tibetan boots splashed water on the bluestone slabs. He clutched the Tibetan medicine box tightly, which he had obtained by chance in a Tibetan monastery. It was said that a true Buddha had descended upon it, and it was full of magical power.
Song Erjiu's words still echoed in her ears: Du Xiaobing was falsely accused of having an affair with a foreign merchant and was kicked out of the embroidery shop, which made Niwanzi extremely anxious.
Neon lights and candlelight intertwined, modern and ancient scenes overlapped in the downpour, and in a daze, Niwanzi felt as if she had returned to that mysterious temple in Tibet.
At that time, he discovered an ancient manuscript in the monastery's scripture pavilion, which contained a mysterious recipe for Tibetan incense. It was said that Tibetan incense made according to this recipe could connect different times and spaces.
In the alleyways of an urban village in 2026, Niwanzi finally stopped in front of an Airbnb. Du Xiaobing was carrying a faded suitcase to a ride-hailing car, his actions exactly the same as when he packed his bags and left the embroidery workshop a thousand years ago.
"Mingzhu!" Niwanzi's voice was laced with heavy breathing, the Tibetan medicine box thumping painfully in her pocket. "My phone... I can't get through... Did you receive the WeChat message? Let me explain!"
Du Xiaobing stopped what he was doing, raindrops dripping from her hair, his eyes filled with indifference: "Explain what? Explain my collusion with that Hu merchant? Or explain why you stole the Thangka patterns I designed?"
Niwan Zi was taken aback, suddenly recalling that in the Tibetan monastery, he had seen a mysterious person holding a sachet that was remarkably similar to the one designed by Du Xiaobing in a secret chamber behind a stupa. At the time, he hadn't paid much attention to it, but now, it seemed that everything was intricately connected.
"That's not how it is!" Niwan Zi said urgently. "I discovered a secret in a Tibetan monastery. Someone is using the power of Tibetan incense and dzi beads to tamper with time and space. The theft of the patterns on your Thangka sachet must be related to this!"
Du Xiaobing sneered: "Ridiculous! Niwan Zi, do you think you can clear your name with such an excuse? I no longer believe you."
Seeing that she didn't believe him, Niwan Zi hurriedly took out a blessed Tibetan medicine box from his bosom. "Xiao Bing, look at this! I got this from the Holy Temple. It might prove my words!" As he spoke, he opened the medicine box. As soon as he smelled the Tibetan incense inside, he saw the dzi bead emitting a strange light. In the light, a scene of a Tibetan temple appeared.
In the scene, the mysterious man is blending Tibetan incense for dzi beads, and on the table in front of him, there is a Thangka sachet pattern designed by Du Xiaobing.
The mysterious man lit the Tibetan incense, and after a puff of smoke, time and space seemed to truly distort… Du Xiaobing stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief. “This… how is this possible?”
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Niwan Zi said, "I also found a notebook in the temple that records that Tibetan incense beads can not only connect with time and space, but also change the past. Someone used this power to steal your Thangka patterns in order to frame you!"
Just then, a purple-toned, seven-colored lightning bolt flashed across the sky, and the Tibetan incense dzi bead shone brightly. The two felt a dizzying sensation, and when they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in the Tibetan monastery.
Inside the monastery, the mysterious figure stood before the stupa, about to light the Tibetan incense in his hand. Niwanzi and Du Xiaobing exchanged a glance, then rushed towards the mysterious figure in perfect unison...