The first two types of people in the Potala Palace are the most popular, one is tourists, the other is the lama and Tibetans. The former is purely a tour of the latter, and the latter is for pilgrimage.
In front of the Potala Palace, the lamas in red can be seen everywhere, either sitting on the ground or holding rosary in their hands to recite scriptures in their hands. Tibetans also pray devoutly in front of the palace. This is for the lamas and Tibetans.
Their holy land.
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 land is a little less pure.
In Tibetan areas, real big lamas and living Buddhas rarely appear from the Potala Palace. Instead, they are in some remote lama temples. They only come to the Potala Palace to receive at a few specific times every year.
The worship of believers.
Toyota Badao stopped aside, and the three got out of the car. Wang Xuanzhen put his hands in his pocket and wandered around here casually. He belonged to Pure Travel, but Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun bought a bottle of water to clean their hands, and then knelt very piously.
He fell to the ground and headed towards the Potala Palace and gave a big bow.
They were really not involved in the fun. One was a monk who was a Taoist in his previous life, and the other was deeply favored by Buddhism. He was indeed quite moved when facing the holy land in Tibet. Then they stood up, folded their hands together and bent down to bow again, and then immediately called Wang Xuanzhen to drive on the road.
Before the three of them returned to the car, suddenly there seemed to be a little riot in front of the Potala Palace. Gradually, the lamas and Tibetans in front of the palace all rushed over. As for the tourists, they were confused, but they also followed the crowd.
Walked over.
In the Potala Palace, a figure in white clothes appeared in front of the palace gate, standing quietly, and swept his eyes downwards, as if he had lost all living beings without any sense of color.
"Swish" the lamas and Tibetans in front of the gate suddenly crawled and worshiped the great ceremony, and the sound of chanting scriptures suddenly resounded in the square in front of the palace.
They were worshiping, worshiping the woman in front of the palace gate.
Xiangque stood in front of the white figure with his hands behind his back and looked up at the distance of only a few dozen meters. He was a woman, and he couldn't tell how old she was. You can say that she was in her early twenties because her skin seemed extremely delicate, you can say that
She was thirty years old, because her Gu Jingbubo's face seemed to have experienced all the vicissitudes. She could say that she was forty years old, and that calm and calm temperament could never be imitated by a young woman.
The woman's 33,000 worries were a little red on each room. She was wearing a snow-white monk's robe. She was wrapped in a string of colored Bodhi beads wrapped around her left wrist. She was holding a small marten that was also snow-white in her arms, barefoot and a pair of jade in her right hand.
Don't get dust off.
She walked out of the palace gate lightly and came to the square. She was not like the mortal world but like a fairyland. She was close to Xiang Que and finally saw the woman's peerless face. You have to use one sentence
To describe it, it means that she seems to have come from a ray of afterglow after the snowy mountain. She can't bear to be blasphemous and is too out of the world!
The woman in white suddenly raised her left hand gently, and the lamas and Tibetans who were worshiping below raised their hands high and then slowly fell down, lowering their heads and crawling on the ground.
Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun were stunned at the same time. As the woman waved her hand, layers of thoughts were emitted from her hands and sprinkled forward. Anyone who worshiped her was covered with stars.
"I know what she should be," Cao Shanjun whispered.
"Do you know?" Xiang Que asked in surprise.
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"Commonly known as female Bodhisattva, it should be the master of Tantric Buddhism." Cao Shanjun said in horror: "For many years, Buddhism has never produced a great Bodhisattva, but I didn't expect it to be a woman."
Xiang Que frowned and asked, "It's easy to explain."
"The great Bodhisattva must be the reincarnation of a monk of nine generations, who has attained enlightenment and been respected by thousands of people in life, and has also done good deeds and accumulated virtues in life, and has achieved the position of Bodhisattva after nine generations of cause and effect..."
Xiang Que looked up and then stared straight at him, staring at the other party. He was just too curious and wanted to look at the other party carefully, but he never thought that after this gaze looked over, the other party seemed to have it.
After seeing it, my eyes glanced at me with a "swish" and looked at Xiang Quezheng's eyes.
Xiang Que's mind suddenly became a little dizzy, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid it. What he had never noticed was a look of surprise on the face of the female Bodhisattva, who was originally Gu Jing Bubo, and then when Xiang Que looked up again
The other party had turned his eyes and looked at Cao Shanjun instead.
Cao Shanjun, who has always been very good at calculating and may be a little bit abnormal to his spirit, saw this, and nodded very devoutly with his hands, and murmured, "Namo Amitabha..."
A string of sweat beads burst out into Que's forehead and whispered: "It's unfathomable, this woman's background is probably very big."
A moment later, the female Bodhisattva in front of the Potala Palace quietly turned around and walked back to the palace, leaving only a white figure. The lama and Tibetans below dispersed, leaving only a group of tourists still looking around, most of them were
Discussion on the short-lived women seems to be different from all the women in the world.
Wang Xuanzhen ran over happily and said with a drooling voice: "There are too many people, I didn't squeeze in. You two are so close to each other. Do you see clearly what that woman looks like? I saw a little blurry, but just
This hazy feeling makes my thighs softer."
Cao Shanjun frowned and said, "Don't blaspheme, that's a great Bodhisattva."
Wang Xuanzhen blinked and asked in a confused manner: "Bodhisattva? Where are the Bodhisattvas now?"
"You can't understand the secrets of Buddhism when you explain it to you."
Wang Xuanzhen immediately said speechlessly: "No, do there be women in Buddhism? That shouldn't be a nunnery?"
"Why should Buddha distinguish between men and women?"
"As for Guanyin Bodhisattva, he was a man before he came to China, but after he came to China, he became a woman. 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 their car and drove away from the Potala Palace. They did not set off on the same day, so they found a hotel near Lhasa to check in and planned to rest for a day and leave tomorrow.
It was late at night and the three of them fell asleep in the room.
As the middle of the night, Cao Shanjun was sleeping soundly in his room. No one could see that Buddha light suddenly appeared on him, and the Buddha light lingers outside his body for a long time.
After a long time, a faint Buddha sound suddenly floated out lightly in the direction of the Potala Palace, which was invisible to outsiders, but Cao Shanjun, who was sleeping sound, seemed to be murmuring in his dream, and his lips opened and closed, which was very similar to the Buddha sound.
.
At this time, Xiang Que, who was in the next room, suddenly woke up and turned his head blankly to look out the window.