Lu Yi did not reach out to receive the treasure box, but said in confusion: "Master, why did you say that things return to the original owner?"

The old lama smiled and said, "This is what Donor Lu is, but it has been kept in your temple. Does Donor Lu really remember the past at all?"

Lu Yi shook his head. He had no impression. And from the old lama's meaning, this thing was stored in the Potala Palace in his previous life.

How could Lu Yi remember the events of his previous life?

"It's okay. Since Donor Lu can't remember it, it doesn't matter. In short, this thing is the original owner in my hands. Donor Lu, please take it back!"

Lu Yi took the treasure box in confusion and opened it, and saw a green Bodhi seed lying in the treasure box.

"The Potala Palace has been protecting this longan Bodhi for many years. Today, the things returned to the original owner and fulfilled our promise. I also hope that donor Lu will remember your promise." said the old lama.

"What promise?" Lu Yi asked.

"When the Potala Palace is in danger, please help donor Lu," said the old lama.

"This is natural." Lu Yi said seriously: "The Potala Palace is a holy place for practice and a pure land of Buddhism. If one day the Potala Palace is in trouble, even if the master doesn't say it, I will not stand by."

"Donor Lu said this, I can go with confidence." The old lama's tone became relaxed.

"Master, what did my previous life look like? Why don't I remember anything?" Lu Yi asked curiously.

"The Buddha said, "You cannot say, you cannot say, everything is destined in the dark. When that day comes, donor Lu will naturally know." The old lama replied.

Lu Yi frowned. It was obvious that the old lama knew some things about his previous life, but he just didn't tell him, which made him a little unhappy.

But then I thought about it, this is how people in Buddhism are. They never speak thoroughly. If they speak completely, they will be disbelief.

"Master, you said before that you are seriously ill. I am a famous doctor. Why don't you let me show you?" Lu Yi said.

In the darkness, the old lama said nothing.

"Master?" Lu Yi called out again, but before he could respond, he looked up and saw the old lama's kind-hearted and smiling face.

"Master, you said something!" Lu Yi said again, but the old lama still didn't say anything. Suddenly, Lu Yi's face changed slightly.

Because the old lama has no life breath.

"Master, go." Lu Yi clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, then stood up and pushed open the door, and saw the little lama standing outside the door.

Lu Yi bowed and said, "The master has passed away."

Unexpectedly, the little lama not only did not feel sad, but instead smiled on his face and said, "Thank you, donor Lu, Master, finally got rid of the world and became a paradise."

"By the way, what is the name of the master's Dharma?" Lu Yi asked.

He thought that if he knew the old lama's name, he might be able to meet someone who knew the old lama in the future. Maybe he could find out some things about his previous life.

The little lama said: "I don't know the Master's name, and all the disciples in the temple call him Living Buddha."

What?

Lu Yi was surprised. Is this old lama a living Buddha?

"Master is the most wise living Buddha in our Potala Palace in three hundred years. He has lived for more than two hundred years. Now his merits are complete. Thank you, donor Lu." The little lama bowed to Lu Yi and then walked into the wooden house.

Lu Yi was in a daze, a two hundred-year-old living Buddha, this is rare.

The Living Buddha passed away, and the Potala Palace held a great ceremony. Lu Yi has not left these days. He has been studying Longyan Bodhi.

He found that this Bodhis seed has inexplicable effects. No matter what environment or how impetuous it is, as long as he holds this Bodhis seed in his hand, he can instantly enter into a state of meditation and practice.

Moreover, when practicing, holding this Bodhi seed in your hand will not cause any distractions.

"What a good thing. With it in hand, I will no longer be afraid of the inner demons." Lu Yi put Bodhizi into the space ring, and soon frowned again, and said to himself: "What did my previous life look like?"

Lu Yi stayed in the Potala Palace for half a month and participated in the ceremony to bid farewell to the living Buddha. Then he followed him to the next place: the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains are located in the southern part of Guangbei, facing the sea and adjacent to Nanyue. The scenery here is beautiful and the mountains and rivers are entangled. It is not like the large Taoist temples of Longhu Mountain. There are only some small villages here.

Many villagers make their own wooden boats to receive tourists, walk along the green water, and enjoy the scenery on both sides of the strait.

Lu Yi also rented a wooden boat.

The owner of the wooden boat was an old man in his sixties. He held an old-fashioned cigarette gun in his mouth. While rowing, he introduced Lu Yi to Guangbei dialect: "The scenery here is very good. The boss can take a good look. If you have any instructions, just call me."

Lu Yi nodded, stood at the bow of the boat, and looked forward.

The green and faint water flow is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the white clouds in the sky in the water, making it unique and exquisite.

Lu Yi has seen the rushing river, the majestic Yellow River, and the surging sea surface. Although the water flow here does not have those scenes, it is quiet, strange and unique.

The wooden boat flows down the water and enters a canyon. On both sides are steep cliffs. From time to time, the chirping of monkeys will be heard from the mountains on both sides.

Lu Yi couldn't help but remember a poem written by Li Daoyuan in "Shui Jing Notes" about the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and chanted it softly: "The Wu Gorges of Badong are long, and the apes cry and tears are touching their clothes. This is really similar to the Three Gorges."

"The boss is right. We locals all call us Xiao Sanxia here." The old man smiled and said, "When we finish this canyon, we will enter the swallow and move."

"Swallow Qian? This name is a bit weird. Could it be related to Swallow?" Lu Yi asked.

"When you get there, the boss will know naturally." The boss deliberately made people feel enticed.

The wooden boat kept walking forward and walked out of the canyon. Another wider canyon appeared. On the left side of the canyon, there was a huge cave with tens of thousands of swallows hovering outside the entrance.

The old man pointed to the cave and said to Lu Yi: "Boss, please see, this is the swallow moving here. Whether it is summer or winter, there are always swallows here."

Lu Yi understood that this is the place where swallows live, so it is called Swallow Moving.

"During the War of Resistance Against Japan, the Japanese devils came to our Guangbei to sweep, and many villagers hid in this cave." The old man rowed and told Lu Yi a story.

The wooden boat continued to move forward.

I walked all the way and stopped for two hours. Finally, I reached the end. There was no water flowing in front of me. Looking around, there were only endless mountains.

"Boss, let's go back!" said the old man.

Lu Yi pointed to the mountain in front of him and said, "Old man, you are familiar with this place. Can you take me to that mountain to see?"

Hearing Lu Yi's words, the old man hurriedly said, "Boss, you can't go there, you can't go there."

"Why?" Lu Yi was puzzled.
Chapter completed!