Chapter 79 Xiao Hui

The base veterinarian was busy for several hours and was unable to save the princess's life. Zach translated the words of the old Tibetan veterinarian to Wang Qibu, saying that the blood in the body of the mastiff had actually dried up.

"According to local customs, that little thing cannot be kept. And Zach said that even if he was willing to feed it, it would be very difficult for such a cub who had no female mastiff when he was born." Xu Fei, who was called the aunt by Wang Qibu, complained loudly, and Wang Qibu knew that this was for him. So he walked to Zach, who was busy not far away and said, "Uncle Zach, I want a puppy..."

Li Wanyao, who was sleeping, suddenly felt itchy on her face. She thought it was the annoying guy who was so weird. She said "annoying" with a deep sleepiness. She touched her hand and found a warm and fluffy little thing. She was surprised. What caught her eye was a gray "dog puppy" who had not opened her eyes.

"Ah!" She was not afraid of the little animals and shouted in surprise. Then she looked up at Wang Qibu, who was also looking at her, and asked, "Did the puppy be given to me?"

"Okay, but I wanted to give you a story before. Do you want to listen to it?" Wang Qibu asked.

Li Wanyao, full of joy, nodded repeatedly. She would never refuse any sweetness that Wang Qibu sent.

"On the vast plains of Tibet, a female mastiff, called a princess, ran on her body. It was pure white; noble and beautiful, and was like a guardian god in the hearts of Tibetans. Until one day, it encountered its most powerful enemy in this life, a wolf king invincible in the plateau area. By nature, the female mastiff attacked the wolf king. What was unexpected was that the wolf did not hide, but just looked at it with a look it had never seen before. It seemed that she had received this attack without any defense. The wolf king rolled on the ground and remembered it, and then stood up a little staggeringly, still staring at the female mastiff with that gaze.

The female mastiff was angry, maybe even it didn't know what it was. The second attack was like a gust of wind or rain, but the wolf king still silently endured it... After repeated this several times, the female mastiff who could almost easily kill the wolf king was panicked, maybe it had understood the meaning of the look. Then she was panicked, well, that's it. The wolf must be a crazy wolf, well, it must be like this. It wanted to escape, but it seemed that it could not escape the softer gaze no matter how it ran away. It lay on the ground, burying its head in its long mane, and it couldn't explain why. Because of the serious injury, the wolf king was also lying on the ground, licking its wounds. Then, maybe not long after, the female mastiff came to help the wolf king lick the wounds, gently, even lighter than licking its own.

One day, the female mastiff found that she was pregnant. But the wolf king was planning a new foraging site for his tribe, and it was very busy. So the female mastiff thought that she should not cause trouble for it at this time. So the female mastiff came alone to a place where a two-legged animal with many partners and kindness. It wanted to give birth here and then take the baby back to find the wolf king. But she never thought that it would be difficult to give birth when she was pregnant for the first time..." As the story goes, Wang Qibu suddenly found that he could no longer say anything.

Li Wanyao, who was already fascinated by hearing this, asked, "What?"

"Huh." Wang Qibu said and exhaled deeply, "Then, the female mastiff is still the eternal princess in the hearts of Tibetans, and the wolf king is still the invincible wolf king in the plateau area. As for their babies, let them give it to the young man named Wang Qibu and the beautiful girl named Li Wanyao forever to help raise it."

"What you said is true?" Li Wanyao asked seriously.

Wang Qibu nodded very seriously.

"Then what name should it be?" Li Wanyao asked seriously when she picked up the little thing.

"I'll leave it to you to pick it up. I'll take it from my son in the future. It's fairer." Wang Qibu said more seriously, but he successfully took Li Wanyao away with sadness and laughed and scolded, "I hate it."

"Look at it, it's gray, or it's better to call it Xiaohui." Li Wanyao suggested.

"You are also very white, why don't you call Xiaobai?" Wang Qibu said slanderously.

Li Wanyao, who knew that she had no chance of fighting on her lips, chose to take action wisely. Her flexible little hands reached Wang Qibu's waist and wanted to pinch her gentle. So, Wang Qibu, who didn't expect that she would bruise on her waist tomorrow morning, hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, it's just called Xiaohui. Actually, if you think about it carefully, this name is also very good."

"Oh? Where is it good?" She asked Li Wanyao, who decided to take the remaining courage to chase the enemy, and she still put her hand on someone's waist.

"Uh, if I said that everything is good, would you let me go?" Wang Qibu asked this question rationally.

"No." Li Wanyao shook her head, and then pinched Wang Qibu no longer had any chance to complain. Then a scream of happiness came from the room. So, Yue Xiaochen, who lives next door and watches cartoons, began to curse Wang Qibu and disturb the people.

At ten in the morning, after being woken up by the sound of rain, Wang Qibu never fell asleep again, because of the habits of many years, or because of the heavy rain in Lhasa. It was the same as yesterday. In the morning, Wang Qibu led Li Wanyao and Yue Xiaochen and many bodyguards hiding in the dark to the Jokhang Temple. Although the ground was still wet after the rain, many devout believers still put blankets and waited for the temple. Every time they crawled and waited for the gift, they would pull a Buddhist bead hanging on the tiger's mouth, intending to count. The visitor was really focused and focused, repeating the same action. The serious and focused spirit made Wang Qibu appreciate it very much. After learning that these monks had been doing so for many years, they naturally felt respect and admiration.

The tour guide who accompanied him said that if it didn't rain, the long-headed line would extend to the open space far in front of the temple gate, and the scenes on the three floors inside and three floors inside and three floors outside would be even more spectacular. There were crowds of people worshiping Jokhang Temple, tourists needed to queue, and believers also lined up. When entering the temple, they felt crowded. The believers holding containers contained clean oil or ghee, and were waiting for the offering in a long queue. Their pious expressions of neither hurry nor dryness were also respected. In the long run, the oil that accidentally sprinkled on the stone slabs in the corridor was very smooth.

When walking, you must be extra careful to prevent slipping. The incense in Jokhang Temple is very strong. In front of every hall and every Buddha statue, there are several oil lamps that have been bright for many years, and the supply depends entirely on the majority of the oil supply received by the Jokhang Temple can be said to be piled up like a mountain. Most of the clean oil and ghee remaining in this temple will be distributed to remote temples with relatively weak incense as offerings. It can be seen that the magnificent and magnificent Jokhang Temple has occupied the absolute advantage of the right time, place, and people, and has become the highest realm of Tibetan Buddhism.

In front of the painting wall, the young girl walked hand in hand, while Xiao Hui was placed in Wang Qibu's arms, which was even more peaceful than the painting wall. The old lama looked up in the corner and happened to see this scene. Unconsciously, he shouted the Buddha's name.
Chapter completed!