After hearing this, Ximen Lang hurriedly asked: "Uncle, what's wrong?"
The old man hesitated to speak, shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I'm just confused. I've been suspicious all day long and always said the wrong things. My guest, please hold on a little longer. Tianzhao Temple is not far from here."
Ximen Lang was confused, could the living Buddha be in trouble? He smiled and said, "It's okay. We are not afraid of walking. We can walk any further."
"That's good."
The dirt road became more and more rugged. After rounding a hill, the old man pointed eastward with his hand, "Look, that's Tianzhao Temple, the largest temple on the plateau."
The mountain peak not far away towers into the sky, its top is covered with snow, and there are huge and magnificent red buildings on the mountainside. As the sun sets, the faint golden light pours on the temple, which looks extremely sacred and makes people feel solemn.
Now that he knew the specific location of Tianzhao Temple, Ximenlang said: "Uncle, thank you for leading us here. We can go there by ourselves for the rest of the journey. Please come back."
"Okay, you have seen the temple anyway, I will go back first."
Seeing the poor look of the old man, Ximen Lang felt pity and took out another hundred yuan and gave it to him. After accepting it, the old man thanked him profusely and turned around to leave.
"Let's go."
The two quickened their pace and reached the foot of the mountain in an instant. They walked up the mountain road and arrived at the entrance of the temple in a short time. The close contact made them feel even more majestic.
Tianzhao Temple is the most splendid existing building from the Tubo period and the oldest civil structure building. It pioneered the Pingchuan style temple layout and integrated the architectural styles of Tibet, Tang, Nepal and India, becoming an eternal model of religious architecture.
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At the door, two red wooden doors weighing thousands of kilograms are open, allowing heavy trucks to drive in. The doorposts next to them are as thick as two people encircling each other, and a gold-rimmed plaque hangs above them with three large Chinese characters: "Tianzhao Temple."
," the signature is clearly Kangxi, and there is a corresponding zang text next to it.
Nine red-clothed lamas guarded the entrance of the temple, eight of them were young lamas, holding iron rods weighing hundreds of kilograms, leaning on the ground, majestic.
The other lama was older and seemed to be highly respected. He was holding a string of Buddhist beads and twisting them constantly. When he saw a man and a woman approaching, some doubts flashed in his eyes.
After approaching, Ximen Lang clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "Master, this junior is here to greet you."
The older lama did understand Chinese. He put one palm up in front of his chest and said: "No need to be polite, you are..."
Ximenlang said: "That's it. I have admired the name of Dal Gyatso Huofo for a long time, so I came to visit and ask the living Buddha for advice on anything."
The lama flatly refused, "Guest, I'm really sorry. The Living Buddha has many things to do and is very busy, so I don't have time to see you. Please go back."
Ximen Lang had expected the reaction of the other party. After all, Huofo is the most noble person on the plateau. The god in everyone's mind, how can he just meet it? He didn't have the slightest impatience and said with a smile: "Don't be busy yet.
Rejecting people thousands of miles away, please give this to Juofo. I believe he will summon us after reading it." As he spoke, he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it over.
The lama was stunned for a moment, but he still took the letter from the other party and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Ximen Lang said confidently: "Okay, I'll wait here for the good news from Master."
The lama turned around and entered the courtyard. Rose asked in a low voice: "Brother, it seems difficult to see the Buddha. Is your letter useful?"
"Absolutely." Ximen Lang didn't feel very sure either. As for the letter, he wrote it to Huofo as the head of the Huamen, and stamped it with the Panlong seal of the head of the Huamen, hoping to attract the other party's attention.
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More than ten minutes later, the lama returned in a hurry. He first saluted and said respectfully: "Dear guest, please forgive me for being rude just now."
Ximen Lang returned the courtesy and said, "Master, you are too polite. What should I say?"
The lama said: "My master invites two guests to come over. He is waiting for you at Zonggeba Hall. Please come with me."
"Thank you, Master."
The lama led the two of them into the courtyard and chatted with the guests while walking. Through self-introduction, Ximenlang learned that he was a disciple of Huofo, named Nebayi.
Entering Tianzhao Temple from the main entrance is a wide open-air courtyard. This was once the venue for a grand prayer meeting. Tens of thousands of monks from the three major temples on the plateau gathered here to pray for the happiness of all living beings and social stability. At the same time, there were also
Activities such as debating sutras, exorcising ghosts, and welcoming Maitreya Buddha.
After going around to the right, passing through the Yaksha Hall and the Dragon King Hall on both sides, behind hundreds of lit butter lamps is the famous Injuekang Buddha Hall, which is the main body of Tianzhao Temple and the home of the main Buddha.
The entire building complex covers a very large area. The Zonggeba Hall is located on the north side. The three of them walked for a while before arriving. At this time, a tall and kind-hearted lama was waiting at the door. He was wearing a golden robe and his body was full of flowers.
A quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
Nebayi introduced: "This is my mentor Dar Gyatso Huofo..."
Ximen Lang hurriedly stepped forward and saluted deeply, "Junior, I pay my respects to Huofo."
Seeing this young man, Dal Gyatso showed a little surprise on his face, and he returned the courtesy and said: "Master, there is no need to be polite. I apologize for being a little distant."
Rose said: "I've seen huofo."
Dar Gyatso cast his gaze away from her and asked: "General sect leader, who is this?"
"Oh, she is my sister Rose."
"Please, please, let's go to the palace and discuss it in detail."
"Living Buddha please..."
Mutually humbly, the four of them entered the main hall. Ximen Lang and Meigui looked around and saw that the main hall was very spacious, with carved dragons and painted pillars, and more than ten thick red wooden pillars scattered around. Various Buddhist legends were painted on the surrounding walls.
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Dar Gyatso sat on the couch, waved his hand and said, "Please take a seat, let's serve tea."
Ximenlang and Meigui were sitting on chairs, and two little lamas came over with butter tea and put it on the coffee table. Suddenly, a strange smell filled the surroundings, making the two of them quite uncomfortable.
Before coming here, Ximenlang had done enough homework to learn more about the eating habits of Zang District. He knew that for mainlanders, drinking butter tea for the first time would be uncomfortable. On the plane, he also gave Rose a vaccination and told
She explained the differences between the people's diet and that of the Han area.
There are always different attempts in life. Ximenlang thought this was also a good experience. He picked up the tea bowl and said: "Thank you, Living Buddha." Then he gently blew away the oily flowers floating on the butter tea, took a sip and swallowed reluctantly.