Romans & histoires Tibetan Priest Crossword Clue

she said. I felt her heavy breasts on my lap as she fell over to pick a cashew-nut. The fire was scorching; around me and inside me. Furiously, I caught Peter’s neck. “Before him, his father was the high priest and chief tantrik of Prithvi Bikram Dev and Tribhuvan. When he died in nineteen twenty eight, grandpa became the high priest and performed tantric poojas for three monarchs of the Shah dynasty. In nineteen ninety eight, he left the palace and now resides in Mount Everest, at about twelve thousand feet.”

The Potala Palace rose like a golden fortress against the Tibetan sky, its white and red walls glowing under the thin mountain air. Prayer flags fluttered in the icy wind, carrying mantras toward the heavens. Butter lamps flickered in every chapel, filling the ancient corridors with the scent of yak butter, juniper incense, and centuries of devotion. Distant monks chanted the Heart Sutra in deep, resonant tones: Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha.

Mu Zenin looked back and saw a little Taoist priest hurriedly running down the steps and waving at him. Mu Zenin was suspicious, thinking could it be that the old Taoist priest had changed his mind? He had come in good faith to ask for advice today. The young Taoist priest ran closer, his smile had a few pleasing touches, "Mr. Mu, you shouldn't have mentioned this today, it's a big taboo, of course the Guan Master will be angry." "Big taboo?" Mu Zenin was puzzled. The little Taoist priest said, "It's like, you inquired to a serious businessman, how to evade taxes, you say, should the other party be angry?"

SELENE “Are you sure this is going to work?” I asked, standing barefoot in the center of Tibet's room, with my arms wrapped around myself. My voice sounded small, even to me, somewhere between cautious hope and flat out dread. Tibet didn’t answer right away, he was busy dropping clumps of dried herbs into a ceramic bowl that smelled like burned mint and wet wood. I watched as he sprinkled in something that looked suspiciously like crushed eggshells and then dug around in his bag for the next ingredient like he was a man possessed.

There were two cups of tea, fragrance wafting in the air. A man sat opposite Drake. The man looked like he could be in either his thirties or his fifties. Wearing a Taoist robe, with a topknot on his head, this man seemed just, yet there was an ambiguous devilish aura to him as well. This man was Brian Cunningham, also known as Priest Brian to others. “My fellow priest, it is a huge honor to have you grace us with your presence,” Drake said, lifting a cup to him in salute.

It seemed a bit odd for such a person to go to the temple. Moreover, based on her understanding of Buddhism, most followers of Tibetan Buddhism, although devout, often had strong worldly desires with a large majority of them seeking wealth and power. This was why almost all celebrities believed in Tibetan Buddhism. In Vera's opinion, Stephen didn't seem like someone with strong worldly desires, so this seemed somewhat out of place. However, Vera was only human and not a divine being, so she simply found it strange, but it was difficult for her to speculate further based on just a few words.

This could be the Sage’s home. “Hello? My apologies to have barged into your home! I am in need of you--” “Who dares disturb the silence of my tower?” The loud scream of a man echoed in the hall had Clairre covered her ears. “Leave before I annihilate you!” “I am the High Priestess of the East and I demand you to help me, Sage of no name! I will not leave unless--” “Priestess from the East?” Now the voice was calm and it was coming from-- Clairre turned and saw someone with white long hair. He has some kind of light ball in his hand and his eyes had no iris nor pupil at all.

He was slightly squinting, and his sharp, eagle-like gaze swept toward an old Taoist priest dressed in purple robes about 20 meters away from him. The Taoist's hair and brows were streaked with white strands of hair and looked righteous with duster in hand. He did not dodge the old man's stare and replied coldly, "Naturally, we're here to prevent such a treasure from falling into the hands of you crooked devils, and from allowing you people to use it to harm the world in future!" "It's old Rising Void of the Purple Void Taoist Monastery and Heavenly Eagle King of the Divine Eagle Sect. I didn't think that they would be here too," Su Lianyue said softly behind the huge rock.

A knock at the door made us all jump. A man stood in the doorway. He was shorter than I expected, maybe five-foot-six, with skin the color of old pennies and hair that had gone completely white despite a face that didn't look particularly old. He wore traditional Tibetan robes in deep burgundy, and prayer beads wrapped around one wrist. His eyes were the most striking thing about him. Dark brown, almost black, but somehow full of light. "I am Dr. Tenzin Norbu," he said.