"Okay Fengzi, stop chatting, get ready, and then go to the Jokhang Temple." Brother Jingfeng reminded from the side.
Then I remembered that I had something serious to do and said, "Sorry, I have to leave because of something urgent. You can handle those monks on your own."
"Wait a minute, you are going to the Jokhang Temple?" Lieutenant Fang said, "The Jokhang Temple is under martial law today and no one is allowed to enter."
"Martial law?" I asked as soon as I heard it: "Can't we get in?"
"Well, the square of Jokhang Temple has been blocked by our army, but if you want to go in, I can help." Lieutenant Fang pointed to a military-branded car not far away and said, "Follow me, I
Send you in."
"Trouble." I nodded.
It makes sense to think about it. Although the final showdown between the Dalai Lama and Pan Chan was said to be a debate, how could it be seen by tourists? The only people who could enter were probably the high-ranking monks.
The two of us followed Lieutenant Fang into the car, and the car quickly drove to the entrance of the Jokhang Temple.
I have been to the Jokhang Temple once before. Last time, many tourists and monks came to the Jokhang Temple Square to worship the Jokhang Temple. But now, the road in the Jokhang Temple Square has been cordoned off by soldiers. Even in the square, there are soldiers.
Patrol back and forth.
Lieutenant Fang stopped the car at the edge of the square, negotiated with the patrolling troops here, and then took me to the entrance of the Jokhang Temple.
"I'll send you here, you can go in by yourself." Lieutenant Fang smiled.
"Thank you." I nodded, watched Lieutenant Fang leave, and then walked inside with Brother Jingfeng.
When you enter the entrance, there are more than ten monks standing at the entrance.
I took a look and saw that standing in the middle were Brenda and Tedami. I had not seen any other monks, and Dakui was not among them.
"Brenda Living Buddha." I called out, walked over and asked, "Where is Dakui?"
Brenda heard my voice, turned around and saw me, her eyes showed surprise, and said, "When did you arrive in Tibet and come to the Jokhang Temple?"
"Just watching the excitement," Brother Jingfeng said with a smile as he stood next to me.
"Originally we didn't plan to come to the Jokhang Temple, but my friend and I were tricked into a place by the Dalai Lama and were imprisoned for half a month. I feel uncomfortable if I don't come to see the excitement today." I said with a bitter smile.
When Brenda saw what I said, she nodded and said, "You can follow me later, but you have to put on a little makeup."
Then two red monk robes were handed to us, and then we both changed into monk robes. As for the hair, it was nothing. Many monks in Tibetan Buddhism originally had hair.
Soon Brenda took us into the main hall of Jokhang Temple.
There is a Buddha statue of Sakyamuni enshrined in this hall, and under the Buddha statue, there are two chairs.
Speaking of this Buddha statue, it has a great background. It is one of the three existing Buddha statues that was personally consecrated by Sakyamuni.
The three existing life-size statues of Sakyamuni Buddha, aged B, 2 and 3 years old, were built when Sakyamuni Buddha was still alive and consecrated and blessed by Sakyamuni Buddha himself. These three life-size statues , respectively enshrined in Ramoche Temple and Jokhang Temple in Lhasa, Tibet, my country, and the Enlightenment Pagoda in Bodhgaya, India.
This Buddha statue is a 2-year-old Buddha statue.
This thing is so great. It was something that the Buddha personally consecrated. When I saw the Buddha statue, I had the urge to knock off a piece of it and put it in my pocket to keep it safe.
But after thinking about it, I had better forget it. Don’t knock on this Buddha statue when the time comes. Not only will I not be safe, but it will cause a thunder to strike me. Even if the thunder doesn’t strike, all the Buddhist believers in the world will probably hunt me down.
"Sit down quietly and don't talk." Brenda said softly, and then took us to the right side of the hall and sat down.
At this time, there were already many monks here, all of them quite old. These monks were sitting cross-legged on the floor of the main hall.
It is divided into left and right sides.
At this time, there are more than thirty monks sitting on the left. On our side, including myself and Brother Jingfeng, two fake monks, there are only twenty people.
It seems that the left and right sides have already drawn boundaries on who they support.
As for Dakui, he has not appeared yet.
These monks closed their eyes when they sat down, either closing their eyes to meditate, or chanting sutras softly, and they did not look impatient.
They are good. I can sit down and recite sutras for several hours, but I can't sit still. After sitting down for ten minutes, my legs become numb. I want to stand up and move around, but I feel it's not polite.
I glanced at Brother Jingfeng next to me. This guy was sitting quietly with his eyes closed. No, how could he have such concentration?
I pricked up my ears and heard that Brother Jingfeng was actually still snoring. He was snoring so hard that he could fall asleep even while sitting, and he could even put on a closing look.
After an hour of this, Brenda stood up, walked to the statue of Sakyamuni, and said, "The debate between Panchen Lama and the Dalai Lama has begun."
Afterwards, all the monks in the hall began to chant scriptures orally.
Only then did I realize that the monks here were not so-called fair-weather monks. Each one of them recited scriptures very powerfully. Soon, the hall was filled with Buddhist scriptures. This power was huge. I guessed that if something happened
The monsters and monsters accidentally entered and were torn apart by this force in an instant.
This power is getting stronger and stronger, and the Buddha statues in the main hall are also glowing with a faint golden light, as if they are responding to these Buddhist scriptures.
After chanting for about five minutes, it stopped, and then two people slowly walked out from behind the Buddha statue.
They came out from the left and right respectively. The monk who came out from the left looked to be in his seventies or eighties. He was very old and was wearing a red monk's robe. This guy should be the Dalai Lama.
The Panchen Lama who walked out on the right was very young, younger than I thought. He looked about thirty-four or five years old. He was thin and wearing a yellow monk's robe. The two of them looked at each other, smiled and greeted each other.
"How is Ban Chan doing now?"
"Trouble Dalai Lama to worry about."
Pan Chan and the Dalai Lama are the only two great living Buddhas in Tibet. In the history of Tibet, they generally have a good relationship. Even if they have a normal relationship, they will call them by their first names when they meet, indicating that they have a good relationship. Like them,
There is really no one named Ban Chanda Lai.
After the two of them took their seats, Brenda said calmly: "Please start the debate."
After saying that, Brenda came back and sat next to me.
The Dalai Lama spoke slowly: "I am very pleased that Pan Chan is young."
"Although I am young, I study Buddhism every day and am not as happy as the Dalai Lama who goes abroad to enjoy himself."
The two of them talked one by one, not debating about the so-called Dharma, but talking to each other, just like chatting about everyday things. Of course, it was definitely not just talking about everyday things, but there was something in the words that was harmful to the other party.