There are two types of people in front of the Potala Palace, one is tourists, and the other is lamas and Tibetans. The former are purely for sightseeing and the latter are here for pilgrimage.
In front of the Potala Palace, red lamas can be seen everywhere, either sitting on the ground or holding rosary beads in their hands and reciting scriptures facing the Potala Palace. There are also Tibetans who pray devoutly in front of the palace. This is the place for lamas and Tibetans.
Their holy place.
But strictly speaking, although the current Potala Palace has no political color and is mainly religious, due to the large number of tourists, the place has gradually become somewhat commercialized, and the Buddhist pure place is slightly less pure.
In Tibetan areas, real great lamas and living Buddhas rarely appear from the Potala Palace anymore. Instead, they live in some remote lamaseries and only come to the Potala Palace at a few specific times each year to be accepted.
Worship of believers.
Toyota Tyrannical stopped aside and the three of them got out of the car. Wang Xuanzhen was wandering around casually with his hands in his pockets. He was a pure traveler, but Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun bought a bottle of water to purify their hands, and then knelt down very piously.
He fell to the ground and bowed in the direction of the Potala Palace.
The two of them were really not just joining in the fun. One was an eminent monk in his previous life, and the other was deeply blessed by Buddhism. They were really moved by the sight of the holy land in Tibetan areas. Then the two of them stood up, clasped their hands together and bowed again before calling Wang Xuanzhen to drive on.
Before the three of them returned to the car, there suddenly seemed to be a small commotion in front of the Potala Palace. Gradually, all the lamas and Tibetans in front of the palace rushed over. As for the tourists, they were at a loss, but they followed the crowd forward.
Walked over.
In the Potala Palace, a figure dressed in white like snow suddenly appeared in front of the palace gate, standing quietly, his eyes swept downwards as if annihilating all living beings, without any emotion.
"Shua", all the lamas and Tibetans in front of the gate suddenly prostrated themselves and bowed in obeisance, and the sound of chanting sutras suddenly echoed throughout the square in front of the palace.
They were worshiping, worshiping the woman in front of the palace gate.
Xiang Que stood in front of the white-clothed figure with his hands behind his back, only a few dozen meters away, and looked up. She was a woman. You couldn't tell how old she was. You could say she was in her early twenties because her skin seemed extremely delicate. You could also say
She was in her late thirties, because her face seemed to have gone through many vicissitudes of life, so she could have been in her forties, and her calm and indifferent temperament was definitely not something that a young woman could imitate.
The woman has 33,000 trouble silk threads on her head, each with a little red. She is wearing a snow-white monk's robe. A string of faded Bodhi beads is wrapped around her left wrist. She is holding a similarly white mink in her right hand. She has bare feet and a pair of jade beads.
Not enough to stir up dust.
She walked out of the palace gate lightly and came to the square in front of everyone. She didn't look like she was in the mortal world, but like she was in a fairyland. When she got closer, Xiang Que finally saw the woman's peerless face clearly. If you have to use a sentence
To describe it in words, she seems to come from the afterglow behind the snowy mountains. She cannot bear to be blasphemed, too mundane!
The woman in white suddenly raised her left hand slightly, and the lamas and Tibetans worshiping below raised their hands high and then slowly lowered them, lowering their heads to the ground.
Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun were stunned at the same time. When the woman waved her hand, layers of telepathy emitted from her hand and spread forward, and everyone who came to worship was covered with a little bit of it.
"I know what her identity is," Cao Shanjun said in a low voice.
"You know?" Xiang Que asked in surprise.
"Commonly known as female Bodhisattva, she should be a guru in Tantric Buddhism." Cao Shanjun said in shock: "Buddhism has not produced a great Bodhisattva for many years, but I didn't expect that he is still a woman."
Xiang Que frowned and asked, "Can you explain it in a simpler way?"
"Great Bodhisattva, that is the reincarnation of a ninth-generation eminent monk. He attains enlightenment and is respected by thousands of people. He also performs good deeds and accumulates virtues. After nine lifetimes of cause and effect, he achieves the status of Bodhisattva..."
Xiang Que raised his head and said, and then stared straight at the other person. He was simply too curious and wanted to take a closer look at the other person, but what he never thought was that after this gaze, the other person seemed to have something.
After realizing this, he glanced over with a "swish" look and met Xiang Que's eyes.
Xiang Que's head suddenly felt slightly dizzy, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid it. What he didn't notice at this time was that the female Bodhisattva had a surprised look on her face. Then when Xiang Que raised his head again
The other party had already turned his eyes away and looked at Cao Shanjun.
Seeing this, Cao Shanjun, who has always been quite good at talking nonsense and may have a slightly abnormal spirit, clasped his hands and nodded very piously, and murmured in his mouth: "Namo Amitabha..."
A string of sweat broke out on Xiang Que's forehead, and he whispered: "It's unfathomable. This woman's background must be very big."
After a while, the female Bodhisattva in front of the Potala Palace quietly turned around and walked back into the palace, leaving only a white figure. The lamas and Tibetans below dispersed, leaving only a group of tourists still looking around, most of them.
Discussing that short-lived flash in the pan does not seem like all the women in the world.
Wang Xuanzhen ran over in a hurry, and said with a chuckle: "There are too many people, I didn't squeeze in, you two are so close, can you see clearly what that woman looks like? I can't see it a little bit, but it's just
This hazy feeling makes my thighs feel a little weak."
Cao Shanjun frowned and said, "No blasphemy, that is a great Bodhisattva."
Wang Xuanzhen blinked his eyes and asked confusedly: "Bodhisattva? Where is the Bodhisattva now?"
"Buddhist secrets, even if I explain them to you, you won't understand."
Wang Xuanzhen was speechless and said: "No, there are women in Buddhism too? Shouldn't it be a nunnery?"
"Buddha has the appearance of all living beings, how can he distinguish men and women..."
"As for Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, he was a male before coming to China and became a female after coming to China. Do you think there can be women in Buddhism?" Xiang Que said from the side.
After leaving the Potala Palace, the three of them returned to the car and drove away from the Potala Palace. They did not set out on the road that day. They found a hotel near Lhasa to check in and planned to rest for a day before leaving tomorrow.
In the dead of night, the three of them fell asleep in their rooms.
Near midnight, Cao Shanjun was sleeping soundly in his room. No one could see that Buddha's light suddenly appeared on his body, and the Buddha's light lingered outside his body for a long time.
After a long time, a faint Buddhist sound suddenly floated out from the direction of the Potala Palace. No one else could hear it, but Cao Shanjun, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to be murmuring in his sleep. The opening and closing of his lips were very similar to the Buddhist sound.
.
At this time, Xiang Que suddenly woke up in the next room and turned his head blankly to look out the window.