Snowflakes are flying outside the window,

The fireplace in the room is burning brightly, making the room warm as spring.

A young man of thirteen or fourteen with a gloomy face sat cross-legged on a woolen blanket, holding a kabala bowl in one hand and a sapphire stove in the other.

The eyes seem open and closed,

lips move,

Continuously recite the secret mantra: "Maha Kalaya, hum hum sar mort hum, sar trom duh..."

As he continued to recite the secret mantra, the colorful objects in the Gabala bowl gradually turned into mist and slowly floated into the sapphire hand stove in his other hand.

There was a "gurgling" sound coming from the hand stove,

It's like a toad hissing.

The whole stove was shaking constantly,

Wisps of flame-like colors reflected on the stove, twisting and turning.

About half an hour later,

The young Buddhist stopped reciting the secret mantra.

All the beautiful things in the Gabala bowl have turned into mist and been thrown into the sapphire hand stove, and the flame patterns appearing on the sapphire hand stove have gradually faded away.

There was no more sound coming from inside.

The Buddha placed the stove and kabala bowl on the table,

Wipe away the sweat on your face,

He stood up, wearing a red monk's robe made of kudzu and linen fabric, and walked back and forth barefoot in the living room, with a hint of impatience between his brows.

Just when the gloomy look between his brows became more intense,

There was a burst of messy footsteps outside the door.

His expression moved slightly,

Sitting back cross-legged on the wool blanket.

The sound of footsteps outside the door became much softer. After ringing back and forth for a while, the person outside knocked on the wooden door and at the same time said tremblingly: "Sir, the servant is back."

"Come in."

The young Buddha nodded.

Hold the hand stove on the table in the palm of your hand,

Warm heat radiated from the hand stove, warming his palms.

The person outside the door opened the door and came in.

His clothes were in tatters, and his tall and strong body had scars all over his body. He was holding a food box and standing at the door, kowtowing obsequiously to the young Buddha.

"Get up and stand outside the door,

Don't dirty the blanket here." The young Buddha frowned and looked at the strong servant covered in blood and snow dust, and ordered.

The strong servant hurriedly retreated outside the door.

Shivering in the cold wind, he still looked at the young Buddha with a flattering smile: "Fo, I went to the dining hall to get you breakfast."

The young man did not even look at the food box in the strong servant's hand.

Stare into each other's eyes,

He stared at the other person until he lowered his head in fear, and then said: "Why didn't you get the scripture I asked you to get?"

"My servant rushed to Jinglunyuan early in the morning.

I am supposed to stay there until the Sutra Library is opened, and then go in immediately to select the sutras you need!

But the monk from the Economic Academy deceived the servant,

It was said that the Sutra Library would not open for a long time, so he asked the servant to go outside first.

The servant thought, Buddha, you haven't eaten yet, so he went to the dining hall to get your meal. Little did he know that when he came back, it was too late. Others had picked the two scriptures that you had chosen.

When the disciple goes to get it again,

There is nothing left.

These two scriptures are so important to the disciples of the Buddha. How could the servant return empty-handed? So he thought of asking other servants of the disciples of the Buddha to borrow a scripture.

Who knew that not only would he refuse to borrow it,

Instead, he injured the servant and took away the magic sword given to him by the elder..." The strong servant fell to his knees on the ground and immediately explained to the young Buddha with tears streaming down his face.

When he and others stopped Tanga earlier, he looked stupid and bold.

At this time, facing his own Buddhist disciple, he seemed timid and smart.

Just embellish your words a little bit,

Although everything he said was true, he unknowingly chose his own responsibilities.

The young man listened to the strong servant's narrative,

His expression became more and more gloomy,

Asked: "Which monastery's servant of the Buddha stole your magic sword?"

"My servant doesn't know!

I only know that his servant is eight or nine years old..." The strong servant heard the words and answered quickly, but he didn't dare to say any more when he was halfway through the sentence.

He went to ask an eight or nine-year-old servant to 'borrow' a scripture.

In the end, someone took away the precious sword.

Then this is the other party's problem,

Or is it his own problem?

The young Buddha was so angry at what the strong servant said that he laughed out loud!

He waved to the strong servant outside the door: "Come here!"

The strong servant was holding the food box, but he hesitated and walked into the room without obeying the order - such behavior as the servant was absolutely rare in the secret realm.

Generally, even if the master wants to cut off the servant's limbs or take his life,

None of them dared to resist!

Because the results of resistance are often more tragic!

However,

At this moment, this strong servant dared to hesitate in the face of his master's order.

Really strange.

"come over!"

Buddha frowned and his face became ferocious.

The strong servant was so frightened that he trembled all over. Finally, he held the food box and walked slowly to the threshold. As he approached the Buddha, he whispered: "Grodenzhu, you can't kill me.

I am your brother, your closest relative..."

The young man listened to what the strong servant said,

The veins on the forehead are bulging.

His five fingers grasped the sapphire hand stove, making a rattling sound.

Seeing that he didn't do anything, the strong servant felt a little more relaxed. He knelt down in front of him, lowered his head and said nothing.

Buddha took the food box from his arms and

Once opened,

A burst of heat wafted out of the food box.

"You said you went to the dining hall first to prepare meals for me.

Later, I didn’t borrow any scriptures.

You went to grab someone else's scriptures again, but you were beaten like this - after all this time, the food in the food box is still so hot?"

The Buddha who is popularly known as "Grodenzhu" picked up a dinner plate and

Put it on the table and ask in a low voice to his servants, his closest relatives of flesh and blood.

The strong servant lowered his head,

Dare not speak.

He deceived Buddha again.

“Sanghiro Dhondup,

Do you know why I brought you with me to the Snowy Mountains this time?" Grodenzhu asked in a cold voice.

The strong servant Sanjiro Denzhu looked up at him and moved his lips slightly: "You want to kill me?"

"Yes, you guessed it right!"
To be continued...