People in Tibetan areas have the habit of pilgrimage, every time there are some important festivals, or when an heir is born, they will go to pilgrimage or pray for blessings, and the way is more special, they will choose three steps, one buckle, five steps and one worship, towards the super holy place in their hearts.

The farther the road and the higher the mountain of pilgrimage, the more devout the heart is.

Not far ahead is Gangba Snow Mountain, and there is a Longzhao Temple on the mountain.

In the outside world, this monastery is certainly not as famous as the Potala or the Great Showa and Jokhang Temple, but in Tibetan areas, the Longzhao Temple has a very sacred status among many people.

Lu Xun and Land Rover drove through the crowd, and after about ten minutes, they saw a snow-covered snow-capped mountain, and halfway up the mountain, there was a faint outline of a temple.

At this time, snow was falling in the sky.

Wang Changsheng squinted his eyes at the temple halfway up the mountainside, and found that there was a divine aura churning above.

"There is a respected master who may have passed away," Wang Changsheng said softly, .......

Liang Pingping asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

"Snow falls from the sky, thank you for the immeasurable merits of the master of Longzhao Temple!"

It wasn't long before a procession appeared on the horizon in the distance, and from far to near, the three of them saw six lamas in front of the procession, wearing purple and red monk's skirts and yellow robes over their shoulders, and then they held a wheel in one hand and chanted in a low voice with one hand.

Ancient, obscure scriptures floated melodiously out of their mouths, but they were filled with a sad and gloomy taste.

Behind the six lamas was a rattan shelf, on which sat a monk in a yellow robe, whose head was drooping and tilted, motionless, and at the back of the line was a Tibetan holding a hata in his hand.

When they got a little closer, they realized that the monk on the shelf was dead, a corpse.

The funeral procession soon passed two carts and then headed north, and the lamas looked haggard and dusty.

It is estimated that the master passed away far away, and then went to these lamas to pick up his body, ready to send it back to Longzhao Temple for burial in Tallinn, or after cremation, it may also condense relics.

When the funeral procession passed by Lu Xun, Wang Changsheng frowned slightly, looked at the lama's corpse being carried, he pushed the car door and walked down, and then unexpectedly knelt down with his legs bent, and then respectfully bowed to the lama's corpse, and when he got up, he folded his hands and nodded respectfully to the funeral procession.

Several lamas in front of the group saluted him one after another, and continued to walk forward without stopping.

Wang Changsheng muttered in a low voice: "It's really a good place, you can see merit everywhere, please see the great day in the west......"

Lamas in Tibetan areas, if the living Buddha is deceased, usually choose to be buried in the pagoda, and there are a few lamas who can enjoy this treatment, and then the vast majority of lamas are cremated, and there are very few cases with sky burial or water burial.

Wang Changsheng estimated that this should be a highly respected teacher, and even in terms of mana and merit may not be worse than the average living Buddha, he can see that the deceased lama has been dead for many days, but passing by him has no rotten taste at all, but there is a faint smell of sandalwood, there are no corpse spots on the face, and there is always a faint golden light around the body。

Later, when Han Shangqian and the others saw Wang Changsheng and them coming down, they opened the car window and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Wang Changsheng thought for a while, then pointed to Longzhao Temple and said, "If you are in a hurry and want to continue to drive forward, I will go to Longzhao Temple to have a look......"

Han Shangqian turned around and discussed with the people in the car, then nodded and said, "It just so happens that we are also tired, so let's go over together, Longzhao Temple is very famous, I heard that it is very effective, let's just go and have a good fortune." ”

Then the two cars drove all the way to the foot of the snow-capped mountain, then took some water and food, and walked towards the mountain on foot.

In front of them was the funeral procession.

More than an hour later, a few people came to the halfway of the snow-capped mountain, above is the Longzhao Temple, this temple is not very large, the area is only a few hundred square meters, but it seems that the whole temple is full of a simple and vicissitudes of life, especially close, Wang Changsheng can see more clearly, the golden light shrouded above the temple.

Longzhao Temple, if it really has atmospheric luck, is a rare thousand-year-old temple in the world.

At this time, in front of Longzhao Temple, there were a row of monks, about 20 or so, all with solemn expressions and solemn expressions, when the funeral procession came to the door, these monks were led by an old monk wearing a purple robe, and bowed down to the body of the monk on the shelf.

This is to welcome a highly respected and meritorious guru back with a soul.

Although it is a funeral procession, in the eyes of these people, there is not much sentimentality, because in the concept of Tibetan lamas, death is not the end, but another reincarnation, they are like experiencing one life after another, this life is just a node, and after death, they will be reincarnated into the next life again.

The funeral procession entered the Longzhao Temple, and the other monks followed suit, but at this time, the leading old lama suddenly looked at Wang Changsheng, and this look directly made him "chuckle" in his heart.

Wang Changsheng realized almost instantly that the other party might have seen that there was something wrong with his body.

Wang Changsheng frowned, he was a little at a loss at this time, because according to common sense, he had to be regarded as a dead man, and his soul was sealed in his body.

The old lama walked over slowly, bowed to Wang Changsheng, he hurriedly returned the salute, and then heard the other party speak Mandarin with a straight voice, and said in a slightly old voice: "Why do you love this life, life is just reincarnation, forcibly interfering with the way of heaven, after all, there is a difference in cause and effect, why bother?"

Wang Changsheng sighed in his heart, his mind was that the other party was really like this.

"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help ......themselves," Wang Chang said pointedly.

The old lama was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Hongchen loves too much, it may not be a good thing."

"Master, the concept is different, the natural way is different, you have your way, I have my life," Wang Changsheng frowned and said.

The old lama suddenly smiled, shook his head and said: "I'm just curious, I don't know where the master can have such a big stroke, and put such a big means on you, this consequence can be said to be too costly, if you can let it do this, it must be a great thing, donor, please rest assured, I have no intention of meddling."

Wang Changsheng bowed and said, "Thank you for your understanding."

The old lama thought for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand and handed it to Wang Changsheng, he was slightly stunned but then reacted, but asked puzzledly: "Master, why is this?"

"I have no intention of interfering with you, but I hope that the donor will always have a trace of kindness in his heart......"

Wang Changsheng saw that the other party was praying for him, and this way of praying for blessing in Buddhism is called degree, just like a monk for the soul of the dead, this old lama's approach, for Wang Changsheng, can leave a good thought in his heart, to put it bluntly, it is the other party, worried that he is sealed in the body of the three souls and seven spirits, if after a long time, I am afraid that anger will be born, that person may have to go mad.

After all, all powerful ghosts and evil ghosts evolved from souls, that is, the three souls and seven spirits in Wang Changsheng's body.

This is a good fate that can not be found, this lama is definitely a high monk, can be blessed by him, maybe many people dream of.