In the circle of people around the door, there were Tibetans, Han people doing business nearby, and a few backpackers carrying heavy luggage. They were all crowded at the door, craning their necks to look at the Shiwan Pagoda.
At the very outside, there were several dirty Tibetan children, asking for money from everyone who passed by. Some people wanted to squeeze in, but there were two monks standing at the door, seemingly advising these people.
The Tibetans naturally respected these monks very much and obeyed them even if they were agitated. The Han people were not very happy, especially those backpackers who shouted loudly and expressed their anger and dissatisfaction.
However, no matter whether they begged for mercy, reprimanded, or acted rudely, it had no effect. The two monks in red robes just refused to let people in.
Looking at the colorful lights on the other side of the pagoda, Nanka Gyatso's breathing became heavy, and he refused to move. He pulled me and Zamao Xiaodao by the clothes corners, which was pitiful. I knew that Zamao Xiaodao and I were just watching.
This is a strange thing, and it can be used as a reference for his own practice, but it is different for Buddhists like Nanka Gyatso. This is his lifelong belief. Faced with such a miracle, how can he go back?
But when Zamao Xiaodao and I looked at the monk who reported the news for help, he shook his head and said no.
He said that Master Panjou only asked two people to come and observe. As for the others, he had not been authorized, so he could not help. Hearing this, Namkha Gyatso's steps were a little unsteady.
The old man in his forties was as helpless as a child. But he finally broke free, with tears in his eyes, gritted teeth, and turned around to leave.
I don’t know why, but seeing Namkha Gyatso in this state made me feel quite uncomfortable, but the monk obviously didn’t feel that way. He led us around the door and towards the side door at the back.
After entering the temple, he bowed to us and said that the two masters have not been free for the past few days and will probably not come to see you until evening. I will arrange a monk's residence for the two of you to stay for the time being and wait.
Tomorrow's ceremony, okay?
No one looked at me more freely, so we naturally agreed wholeheartedly and said yes, okay, please trouble me, little master.
The monk bowed again and said it was okay, please come with the young monk.
He took us around various buildings and walked slowly forward. On the way here, we had already met him. This guy was basically a stuffy guy. He couldn't beat a fart with three sticks, so it was inconvenient to ask questions. But
Looking around curiously.
The main building of Baiju Temple is centered on the Cuoqin Hall and the Jixiang Duomen Pagoda (100,000 Buddhist Pagodas), and is then divided into 16 Dracangs (Note: Tibetan Tradition
Buddhist monks' residences or monks' seminaries) and various Buddhist temples, as well as buildings, monks' residences and other buildings), the overall look is very huge. Because of these small things, we feel hindered and dare not show off loudly or keep our heads down.
Like a frustrated little daughter-in-law, she kept looking around with her peripheral vision and just moved forward.
Perhaps there was still one day left before the Honghua Scenic Spot, and because the main entrance was closed, there were not many people on the road, and what we were worried about did not happen. Not long after, we came to a building that was overall yellowish.
, the monk took us to a room inside, explained some precautions and taboos, and then bowed and left.
When we walked into the room, we saw that it was a very simple monk's dormitory. Except for a few worn-out thangkas, there was nothing worth mentioning.
Zamao Xiaodao and I put our luggage away and sat on the bed, feeling a little uneasy. People are afraid of the unknown. In this legendary Buddhist holy land, tourists who spend money to buy tickets can only feel the appreciation of Tibetan traditions.
The novelty and solemnity of Buddhism, but we were overwhelmed by the omnipresent, vast and upright atmosphere of the Buddhist temple.
As the saying goes, in this kind of environment, psychologically, you are inherently inferior to others.
I swallowed my saliva and didn't dare to let the two Duoduo out to play. I just cared about the wilted tiger cat and asked if it was feeling okay.
Fat Hen came up with a Trump sentence: "I believe your evil! Why does this place feel so familiar? Sir, I have never been to Tibet. How can this happen?"
I touched its plump belly and it seemed to be fine, so I stopped paying attention to it and asked Zamao Xiaodao, saying that he didn't feel anything unusual along the way.
Zamao Xiaodao nodded and said, yes, there are many experts, some even comparable to the level of Maoshan elders, but none of them showed up, just a glance through the window, just curiosity, no hostility - at least not strong hostility.
We already know that in this temple, it is not like in the mainland, where one person is in charge and the management is vertical. Instead, various sects such as Sakya, Gelug, and Kadam coexist peacefully in the same temple, and each sect has several temples.
Zhacang, so even if we are invited to come, we can't walk sideways. We need to live a low-brow life to avoid being pinched. Otherwise, we will not be able to participate in the grand ceremony and will be sent to the government. When the time comes,
But the gains outweigh the losses.
But being a low-key person, we are used to this, so there is nothing uncomfortable about it. I sat cross-legged on the bed, and then started to breathe. I opened and closed my eyes and took a long breath. After a while, it was already dark.
There were only a few lights everywhere. We seemed to have been forgotten, and no one came to provide us with food. Fortunately, when we came, Namkha Gyatso brought us some tsampa and a jar of butter tea.
People had to lower their heads under the eaves, and we did not dare to go out. We pinched the tsampa bags and drank butter tea to fill our stomachs.
At about nine o'clock in the evening, there were footsteps in the corridor, and then there was a knock on the door. We got off the bed, and the door opened, and it was the little lama by the lake who came.
We have fought side by side before, and we can be considered comrades-in-arms. We have not seen each other for a short time, so we are not unfamiliar with each other. After seeing each other, we sat down at the table.
The young lama expressed his apology to us, saying that he had planned to return the next day to gather manpower and equipment to find the relics that had been buried at the bottom of the lake for thousands of years, enshrine them in the Buddhist temple, and pay homage day and night, but how could he have expected that he had just returned?
, encountering such a grand event, Master Lunzhu felt that he had entered the Great Perfection, climbed to the top of the pagoda, and prepared to transform into a human body in front of ten thousand Buddhas. He also said that in order to promote Buddhism, this rainbow transformation could be done in front of everyone.
In order to leave wealth to future generations.
This is a major event and a grand ceremony, which has shocked the industry, so I have no time, I have been busy with this matter, and I have to take turns chanting Buddha's prayers to bless this matter to be a great success, so it was so late to notify us.
We waved our hands and said there was no need to apologize. We would naturally be spared the matter, no matter how important or minor, and there was no need to say anything more. We were already very grateful to Master Panjou for inviting us to come and watch the ceremony.
The young lama said that the reason why the master invited you here is, firstly, because of the Tianhu incident. We are indebted to you. Secondly, the master said that I am destined to you and need to get closer to you in the future. He has been responsible for the ceremonial reception these days and is very busy.
, so I won’t come to see you today. I’ll see you tomorrow. Please forgive me.
This little lama has a gentle appearance, a well-mannered manner, and if you put aside his bare head, he looks like a handsome young man.
We chatted for a long time, and he explained to us some arrangements for tomorrow, and then discussed some spiritual issues with us. These questions of his did not involve identity questioning, but simple academic discussions. This attitude made us appear
It was very relaxing, and I felt that although this little lama was not very old, he had a thorough understanding of the world and was not a bookworm who only focused on learning.
It is foreseeable that this little lama will definitely become a famous figure in this area in a few years.
Both parties were deliberately trying to make friends, and they were all talking about spiritual matters, so they had a great conversation. It was about half past ten before the young lama stood up to say goodbye. We said goodbye to the door, and then looked out the window.
When the little lama slowly left step by step, he passed through a group of prayer wheels and disappeared. I touched my palms and exclaimed, saying that such a person is an outstanding figure in the world, and I am lucky to have met him.
Zamao Xiaodao smiled faintly and said, "Little Poison, I bet that this little lama must be a reincarnated venerable, a living Buddha who is not around."
I don't believe it. The reason I mentioned before is that it is not determined by strength, but by the system. The system determines everything. So, at most, this little lama is just a person with strong Buddha nature.
We were bored, and the two of us argued about this issue for a long time. As a result, when we looked out the window at the hairy path, a nervous look suddenly appeared on our faces, and then we deliberately hid inside. I was surprised and stretched my head over.
Look, I saw a thin old face, and my heart skipped a beat. Isn't this guy Mao Tongzhen, the elder of Maoshan?
I was still waiting to see again, when Zamao Xiaodao stretched out his hand, pulled me inside, and deliberately lowered his voice and reprimanded: "You want to die, do you think they can't feel your gaze?" My heart was in a panic.
Jumping, cold sweat suddenly flowed down, and asked in a low voice: "How did they come here?" Zamao Xiaodao also felt depressed and asked, how could he know?
He roughly calculated the time, stretched out his head again, took a quick look, then pulled back, trembling all over.
I asked what was wrong, so scared? He stared at me and whispered: "Little poison, do you know who is here?"
I shook my head and said that in a quick glance, I only saw the old turtle Mao Tongzhen, who else?
Zamao Xiaodao said word by word: "Liu Xuedao, the elder of Xingtang, the top three elders in Maoshan Sect!" I didn't feel it, who were the first two? Zamao Xiaodao explained to me, the third
The first one was naturally his master Tao Jinhong, and the second one was the elder Chuan Gong, Li Daozi’s successor. I took a deep breath and said, is this guy even more powerful than Yang Zhixiu?
Zamao Xiaodao shook his head and said he didn't know. He had been away from Maoshan for many years. He didn't know what Yang Zhixiu's current level of cultivation was. His senior brother also kept it secret. Maybe...
The two of us were discussing carefully with the window closed, but at this moment, there was another knock on the door.