Chapter 434: The Potala Palace, the Holy Land. Under Xiao Tianming's planning, Nangong Yan resumed her position as president of the Nangong Group and continued to take full charge of the Nangong Group, preparing for a business war with the Murong Group, which was aggressively expanding to the southwest.
Taking the opportunity to attack Murong Yu's financial resources. Of course, this will happen soon. Now for Xiao Tianming, there is a more urgent thing that he needs to do.
The white snow in Tibet has always been a symbol of purity, and the Potala Palace in Lhasa is a holy place in the hearts of Buddhists. The Potala Palace was built in the Tang Dynasty and was built by Tibetan leader Songtsen Gampo to marry Princess Wencheng.
.After reconstruction in the 17th century, the Potala Palace became the winter palace residence of all the great lamas of the past dynasties.
The ruling center integrating politics and religion. The entire palace has a distinctive Tibetan style. It is built on the mountain and is majestic. The Potala Palace also collects countless treasures and can be called a palace of art. Therefore, the Potala Palace
The palace not only attracts a large number of Buddhists to come for pilgrimage every year, but is also a popular tourist attraction at home and abroad.
Xiao Tianming came to this ancient and mysterious palace today. However, Xiao Tianming came here not just for tourism, but for something else. So Xiao Tianming did not bring anyone with him this time, and came to Lhasa and Buda alone.
In front of the palace.
Although it is summer now, Xiao Tianming still feels a hint of cold air coming from such a high altitude. Looking at the white palace walls and the trumpets coming and going, Xiao Tianming feels the solemnity and purity here. Looking at the world
, this plateau should be one of the few unpolluted pieces of land on earth.
"The first is best not to meet each other, so that we don't fall in love. The second is best not to know each other, so that we don't miss each other. The third is best not to be with each other, so that we don't owe each other. The fourth is best not to cherish each other, so that we don't miss each other.
But not to remember each other. The fifth is best not to love each other, so that we can not abandon each other. The sixth is best not to face each other, so that we can not meet each other. The seventh is best not to miss each other, so that we can not bear each other. The eighth is best not to meet each other.
Maybe, in this way, there can be no continuity. Ninth, it is best not to be dependent on each other, in this way
Then we don’t have to cuddle up with each other. The tenth best is not to meet each other, so we don’t have to get together. But we know each other once we have met, and it is better to see each other than to not see each other. I must say goodbye to you, so as not to have to worry about lovesickness in life and death." Xiao Tianming looked at the hand in his hand.
This poem is written in black and white
poem, and then looking at the golden Buddha statue in front of me, I couldn't understand how the monk could write such a beautiful love poem while looking at these Buddha statues and chanting these Buddhist scriptures. Such a beautiful love poem could actually come from a monk.
"Perhaps the things that are unavailable are the most desirable, right? There are eight sufferings in Buddhism: birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, meeting with resentment, not being able to ask for something, not being able to let go. It is precisely because no one can avoid these
Eight Sufferings, so Buddhists list these as the Eight Sufferings in life, right?" Xiao Tianming looked at the Buddha statue and sighed softly.
"Amitabha, if the donor has such knowledge, it seems that he is also a person with wisdom." A lama with white eyebrows appeared behind Xiao Tianming and said to Xiao Tianming, "Donor, please come with me."
"Thank you, Master." Xiao Tianming clasped his hands together and saluted the speaker, followed him respectfully and walked towards the back.
The lama took Xiao Tianming into a Zen room at the back of the temple and motioned for Xiao Tianming to sit on the bed opposite him.
"Master, you brought me in before you even saw my token. Aren't you afraid that I am a fake?" Xiao Tianming asked the lama with a smile.
The lama smiled at Xiao Tianming, clasped his hands and said: "When true and false, false is also true, and when false is true, true is also false. False is true, true is false. For me, true and false are the same. As long as the donor
If you can take it away, you can take it. If the donor can't take it away, even if I don't stop him, the donor will definitely not be able to take it away."
After hearing what the lama said, Xiao Tianming finally understood. It turned out that what he wanted was not with him, but in a secret place. As for whether he could take it or not, that depends on his ability.
In fact, Xiao Tianming misunderstood what Lama meant. What Lama meant was to tell Xiao Tianming that the thing he wanted was in this room, and he could give it to Xiao Tianming. However, whether Xiao Tianming could truly understand the value of that thing, this is
It's up to him.
"Donor, this is what you want. Twenty years ago, Nangong Donor personally handed this book to me for safekeeping, hoping that I could find out the secrets in it." The lama handed Xiao Tianming a black cover from under his breast.
ancient books,
"It's a pity that I have been studying it for twenty years but haven't been able to understand it thoroughly. However, I have learned one or two percent of the medical skills recorded in the book during these twenty years, and thus saved many people, which can be regarded as a great contribution to the Nangong benefactor.
It shows a lot of public morality.”
"Of course you can't understand the mystery inside. This book must be read together with the Murong family's book in order to understand the mystery inside." Although Xiao Tianming thought so in his heart, he did not point it out and took it from the lama and handed it over.
After flipping through the book for a few times, he put it into his bag and said thank you, "Thank you, Master!"
"Donors don't have to be polite when being entrusted by others to be loyal. Amitabha!" The lama bowed to Xiao Tianming with his hands clasped together, and then said, "Donor, I have an unkind request. I hope the donor can agree to it."
"Please talk about important things!" Xiao Tianming nodded gently and said to the lama.
"The dispute between the donor and others will inevitably lead to a bloody storm in the world. I hope that the donor can be compassionate and kill as few people as possible." The lama said to Xiao Tianming compassionately, his eyes full of pleading for Xiao Tianming.
Meaning.
"Master, this fight was not caused by me alone. It was even instigated by some ambitious people who wanted to dominate the world. However, I can promise you, Master, that I will try not to kill innocent people." Xiao Tianming said politely to the lama.
"Then I would like to thank the benefactor. I have led all the people in the world to thank the benefactor for his mercy." The lama said sincerely.
"Master is kind-hearted. Everyone in the world should be grateful to Master. If Master has no other advice, I will leave. I'm afraid that if I stay here for a long time, I will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble to Master." Now that I have got the things.
, Xiao Tianming naturally has no reason to stay here anymore. Although the lama in front of him behaves humbly and kindly, without a trace of malice, Xiao Tianming is still wary that he will be harmful to him. After all, these are extraordinary times, and it would be better if he stays outside for a moment longer.
A bit dangerous.
"Donor please!" The lama clasped his hands together and made a sign to see off the guests, and Xiao Tianming strode out of the lama's meditation room.
After Xiao Tianming walked out of the Potala Palace, he walked straight down the mountain. If everything goes well, Xiao Tianming hopes to catch the plane from Lhasa to Xining. Because Xiao Tianming still has an important thing to do in Xining.
However, Xiao Tianming seemed to be unlucky. He was followed by a Tibetan man and woman just as he walked down the mountain. A week ago, Xiao Tianming would never have known them; but now, Xiao Tianming already knows something about them.
They are a pair of professional killers. The man's name is Samba, codenamed Tibetan Mastiff. He is very powerful and vicious, and will never leave any room for killing. The woman's name is Dolma, codenamed Colorful Poisonous Spider. Although she is not as powerful as Samba, she can kill people.
The means are extremely rich, and the execution is even better than Samba.
Xiao Tianming had to go to Xining to do a secret thing, so he naturally didn't want this tail to follow him. In order to get rid of this damn tail, Xiao Tianming had to deliberately find a remote place to stop.
"Are you two looking for me?" Xiao Tianming suddenly appeared in front of them, which they didn't expect.
Although Samba and Dolma are native Tibetans, they can also speak fluent Chinese. So they easily understood Xiao Tianming's words.
"Since you know that we are looking for you, then you should go back with us and have a bowl of kumiss before leaving! We Tibetans are always very hospitable." Zhuoma said to Xiao Tianming with a smile. If Xiao Tianming didn't know her details, Xiao Tianming would
Seeing those smiling faces, I really regarded them as hospitable friends.
"You two want to invite me to the Yama Hall to drink mare milk bar?" Xiao Tianming chuckled and said lightly.
When Dolma saw that his attempt had been seen through by the other party, a cold murderous look flashed across his face, he drew a knife from his body and rushed towards Xiao Tianming. Over there, Samba saw Dolma making a move, and he also waved a knife as big as a sandbag
His fist was swung towards Xiao Tianming. If Xiao Tianming was really hit by Samba's fist, the pain would be no less than that of Dolma's knife.
A disdainful sneer flashed from the corner of Xiao Tianming's mouth, and his body suddenly moved. In Xiao Tianming's eyes, Samba and Dolma were both too slow. But in the eyes of Samba and Dolma, Xiao Tianming was like a ghost.
The divine dragon saw its head but not its tail. Soon, Samba and Zhuoma couldn't tell the direction of Xiao Tianming.
Samba's resistance to beatings was relatively strong, so Xiao Tianming had no choice but to attack Dolma first.
"If you want to kill me, don't blame me for killing him." Xiao Tianming dodged Samba's heavy punch and turned around to kick Dolma on the other side. Dolma was kicked in the abdomen by Xiao Tianming and fell to the ground.
, he lost his fighting ability instantly, but his life was not in danger.
Then, Xiao Tianming went around behind Samba and punched Samba's armpit, which was relatively weak in defense. Samba, who was as big as a Tibetan mastiff, suddenly became unsteady and fell heavily on the snow. Although
Samba felt a sharp pain shooting straight to his brain, but like Dolma, it was not life-threatening.
Xiao Tianming walked up to the two of them and said something to them: "This time, I'm in a good mood, so I won't kill you. Go back and tell your boss that if you want to kill me next time, send a master over to avoid the underworld.
He killed an innocent soul."
After Xiao Tianming said this, he turned around and continued walking forward.