While Gu Panqing introduced the humanities and history of the Jokhang Temple, he took Zheng Qian around the old city of Lhasa. In addition to tourists from various countries, there were also local practitioners passing by.
They were walking on the roadside, wearing purple monk skirts that reached to their feet, a waistcoat on their upper body, and a purple-red shawl twice and a half their body length. This is the so-called "cassock".
The locals were not surprised by their appearance and seemed to be no different from ordinary people. However, outsiders would always pick up their cameras to secretly take pictures of them not far away, and they were also amazed.
Occasionally, a practitioner stops and kneels on the road paved with bluestones toward the Jokhang Temple.
"These practitioners are all going to the Jokhang Temple for pilgrimage."
When Gu Panqing saw Zheng Qian looking at the practitioners intently, he explained aloud: "The Jokhang Temple is a holy place in the minds of all practitioners. Practitioners from all over the world will come to the Jokhang Temple once in their lifetime."
Zheng Qian was thoughtful, and then like other tourists, he picked up his SLR camera and started taking pictures of this scene.
Seeing this, Gu Panqing also stopped and stood there, smiling and waiting.
She looked at this man who often appeared in major news media, and there was a trace of curiosity in her heart. However, due to her career, Gu Panqing could only maintain the appearance that a tour guide should have, saying what she was asked, and what she shouldn't ask.
Never ask.
Zheng Qian took pictures of the blue sky and the entire long street.
He saw the wind-horse flag raised by a child, heard the chanting from the Sutra Hall in the distance, and witnessed the monks prostrate on the mountain road. He felt extremely peaceful and peaceful in his heart.
Later, under the guidance of Gu Panqing, Zheng Qian went to the Jokhang Temple palace and saw tourists coming and going kneeling in front of futons and shaking prayer tubes. The burning incense mist floated in the air, giving the place a sense of
The ancient mystery.
Such a scene also caused a poem to pop up in Zheng Qian's mind unconsciously.
This poem burst out so quickly that it almost flashed through his mind. Zheng Qian even felt that he couldn't catch the flash, as if he would forget it in an instant.
So he immediately turned around, looked around, and then saw the yellow paper and brush in front of the interpreter, so he said to Gu Panqing: "Get me a piece of paper and pen."
Gu Panqing did as he did, and then, in the corner, Zheng Qian picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and then, under Gu Panqing's surprised gaze, he wrote down the poems that came to his mind on the yellow paper.
"At that moment, I raised my wind horse, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival;
That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly I heard you chanting the true words in the Sutra;
On that day, the mani pile was built not for the purpose of cultivating virtue, but for the purpose of throwing stones from the lake of my heart;
That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath..."
Gu Panqing looked at the ugly calligraphy and could vaguely see some of the words.
When these ugly words were combined with the poem, a flash of surprise flashed across Gu Panqing's eyes.
The interpreter on the side had actually already noticed Zheng Qian. This strange man was lying there writing some words that he could hardly read. He didn't pay much attention at first, but when people gradually gathered around the strange man,
There were more and more people, and the interpreter couldn't help but stand up and walk over.
As soon as I got close, I heard someone whispering:
“That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips;
That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to stay close to your warmth;
In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way..."
At this moment, with these lines of poetry ringing in his ears, the interpreter felt an electric current wrapping around his body, making him feel a little excited in his heart.
“What a poem!”
He blurted out, originally expecting to attract the attention of the audience, but found that others were also shouting:
"Wonderful!"
“What a beautiful poem!”
"Who is this person? The handwriting is so ugly, but the poem is also so well written!"
The onlookers cheered.
After Zheng Qian finished writing "That Life", he stood up, picked up the yellow paper, and let it dry for a while. After the ink dried, he turned back and said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment. I can write pretty well."
!”
The tourist next to me couldn't help but laugh and said: "This poem is really well written. Even a rough guy like me feels moved, but your words are really incomprehensible to most people."
Zheng Qian sighed.
Everyone around burst into laughter.
Gu Panqing also burst into laughter and couldn't help laughing.
At this time, the interpreter came forward, looked at the poem in Zheng Qian's hand, and clasped his hands together: "Buddha said: 'The eight sufferings of life are: birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, long-lasting resentment, not being able to ask for anything, not being able to let go'"
, the donor can write such a poem, although I can understand it clearly, I still can’t put it down and can’t look away!”
Zheng Qian was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Master...what do you mean?"
The interpreter lowered his eyebrows: "The donor used the mundane Dharma to let the common people see the vast spiritual world in the transcendental Dharma. This poem can make people feel the most sincere compassion of the donor, and it can also make the common people feel the so-called Buddha Dharma.
It’s not that it’s unattainable, it’s teachable.”
Zheng Qian saw the other person chewing on the words, and did not continue my inquiry. He picked up the SLR camera in his hand and took a photo of the poem. Then he realized that the person who had read the poem had no intention of leaving, but just stared straight at the yellow paper in his hand, so he
He handed it over: "Master, do you want it?"
The interpreter clasped his hands together again and said, "The monk is more respectful than obedient. Thank you very much to the benefactor."
After saying that, he took the piece of yellow paper with both hands, and then summoned a young novice monk to pass the yellow paper in his hand: "Put it away. When the ink dries, frame it and mount it in the most conspicuous place in the hall."
Hearing these words, the corner of Zheng Qian's mouth twitched.
This is simply a public execution!
My handwriting is so terrible that it is now being framed!
He quickly stopped and said: "Master, you must not do it. This treatment is too grand."
"The donor is a noble person, and a noble person should naturally receive grand courtesy." The interpreter stared at Zheng Qian and said with a smile: "I believe this poem will make the Jokhang Temple forever engraved in the hearts of ordinary people."
Zheng Qian was stunned for a moment. Seeing that his persuasion was fruitless and that he seemed to be making a big fuss, he stopped insisting and just pushed his sunglasses back onto his face and wore his baseball cap more tightly.
"Donor, please."
I don't know when, the interpreter personally sent a prayer wheel, "I believe that today's lot can solve the confusion in the donor's heart."
Zheng Qian smiled, he didn't believe this, but seeing that the other party was sincere, he took it over with compassion, shook it casually twice, and soon, a sutra fell out.
The interpreter bent down and picked it up. When he took a quick look at the signatures on it, a wonderful expression suddenly appeared on his face.
Zheng Qian was curious and looked around, but was also startled.
"Empty?" The interpreter wondered: "How come there is an empty sign?"
Zheng Qian chuckled and said, "Maybe I forgot to print it when it left the factory."
The interpreter looked at the empty lots in his hand, then took the prayer wheel. He took out some of the lots inside and looked at them. He found that they all had inscriptions, so he handed the prayer wheel to Zheng Qian again:
"I would like to ask the donor to come again."
Zheng Qian had no choice but to shake the prayer wheel again.
Soon, a sutra was shaken out: "Everything is going to be prosperous and good luck has come to you. You are doing everything you want. Just like the clouds and mist are beginning to open, and the sun is rising to the east. You are so happy."
The interpreter recited this sentence, and finally a smile appeared on his face: "What does the donor want to ask for?"
"Looking for a career." Zheng Qian replied.
The interpreter nodded: "This is in line with the explanation of the sign. The donor is a person with great luck. Whatever you ask for will come true, just like the clouds disperse and the sun rises. This sign
The writing is signed, which is gratifying and congratulatory."
"What about feelings?" Zheng Qian asked again.
The interpreter smiled and said: "Everything has been prosperous and good luck has come, and you are as good as your heart in doing things. This poem has already explained that whether it is love or career, the donor will have smooth sailing, because you are a person with great luck. Whatever you want
Everything you wish for will come true!"
Zheng Qian nodded and looked at Gu Panqing beside him: "Pay."
Gu Panqing came to his senses and quickly took out a one hundred yuan bill from his body and handed it to the interpreter.
The interpreter was not reserved, and pointed to the donation box behind him with a smile.
The surprise in Gu Panqing's heart was instantly extinguished, and she lifelessly stole the banknotes into the donation box.
Then, under the gaze of the interpreter, Zheng Qian and Gu Panqing left the Jokhang Temple.
Behind him, the young novice monk had also framed the yellow paper and hung it in the most conspicuous position at the entrance of the classic.
In addition to being originally a poem, the signature actually has a careless signature - "Zheng Qian".
"Master, how did you know he was Zheng Qian?" the little novice monk asked curiously.
The interpreter chuckled, took out the Walkman from behind, and pulled out a tape inside. It was the "Qian Qian Gentleman" that Zheng Qian had previously released, and Zheng Qian's portrait was printed on the tape.
The little novice monk fell to the ground in admiration.
The interpreter said leisurely: "Go and contact Lhasa Daily by phone so that they can report what happened today. Oh, by the way, there is also the poem. Print three thousand copies and send them out."
The young novice monk immediately agreed, then turned around and went to the side hall to pick up his mobile phone and start making calls.
The people from "Lhasa Daily" obviously knew the young novice. After the two sides exchanged polite greetings, the young novice told him what he had just seen and heard.
The other end of the phone immediately exclaimed: "Zheng Qian? When did he come to Jokhang Temple? He also left a poem... That's right, it must be Zheng Qian. He has written some poems before and is well-received in the poetry and literary circles.
He was praised, and even the title of Poet Saint was circulated. Thank you, I will be there soon."
When the editor-in-chief of "Lhasa Daily" brought people to the Jokhang Temple, he saw with his own eyes the poem "That Life" left by Zheng Qian and the messy and crooked fonts.
Self-doubt: "Is this really written by Zheng Qian himself?"
"Yes!" The little novice nodded heavily.
The editor-in-chief was completely shocked, and even felt that his three views had been subverted. After a long time, he sighed with emotion: "This word is really ugly!"
Everyone accompanying him was very emotional, but his working status was better than the last. After all, Zheng Qian is a great figure in the entertainment industry with his own traffic. Even in distant Qinghai-Tibet, Zheng Qian's songs are often sung here.
Especially after he endorsed the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, Zheng Qian's popularity has skyrocketed in the local area. The songs played on the mobile phones of everyone who comes for sightseeing must have Zheng Qian's works. This has almost become an unchanging rule.
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Zheng Qian found Wei Yehong in a teahouse next to the Jokhang Temple according to the address given by Wei Yehong.
Wei Yehong looked the same as usual, but her energy and spirit were even fuller. She sat there as still as a pine, full of Buddha nature.
Zheng Qian smiled and said: "Sister Ye Hong, you really have plans to escape into Buddhism!"
Wei Yehong's originally calm expression suddenly changed, and she laughed and cursed: "I just want to stay away from the right and wrong of the world and be alone for a while! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Zheng Qian laughed, and after introducing the guide Gu Panqing, the two parties began to enter the group.
Zheng Qian first told about meeting the top leaders of Qinghai-Tibet Province on the train, and then told the song "Get on the Train to Lazarus".
After Wei Yehong listened carefully, he picked up the lyrics and music sheet and read it for a while before saying: "I actually don't like this kind of song. In comparison, "Heavenly Road" is more suitable for me."
Zheng Qian nodded: "That's true."
"But since you found me, I naturally want to help." Wei Yehong nodded: "I will return to the capital in about a week. I will let you know when the song is recorded."
"Thank you, Sister Ye Hong, you have done me a big favor."
Zheng Qian said happily: "By the way, is little Pan Zi okay?"
"Fortunately, I made a lot of good friends in the kindergarten."
When Wei Yehong mentioned Pan Zi, there was a soft light in her eyes: "She used to talk about you all day long, always saying where dad was, but now that she has new friends, she won't talk about you so much."
A flash of guilt flashed through Zheng Qian's heart, and he had already decided to visit Pan Zi when he returned. Maybe he could also buy some interesting accessories in Lhasa and take them back as gifts for his children.
Wei Yehong seemed to understand Zheng Qian's thoughts and said with a smile: "Don't buy gifts. I bought several large packages of the local specialties that should be bought and sent them back, so you don't have to spend any more money."
Zheng Qian shook his head: "This time I don't just want to visit Lhasa, I want to visit the whole of Qinghai-Tibet. I have been so busy with work in the past two years that I have hardly seen the great mountains and rivers of the motherland."
Gu Panqing immediately said: "Comrade Zheng Qian, don't worry, Director Chen has asked me that you will have a good time during this trip and leave you with a good impression of Qinghai-Tibet Province."
"Thank you very much!" Zheng Qian laughed.
Amidst the laughter, someone suddenly broke into the teahouse, and then made eye contact with Zheng Qian and others, and instantly shouted excitedly: "Here! Right here!"