"Miss, over there is the Potala Palace, and the willow tree near here is the 'Princess Willow', which is said to have been planted by Princess Wencheng. This Jokhang Temple has a history of more than 1,350 years, which is longer than the history of Lhasa......"

While looking at the surrounding scenery, Murong Xianxian listened to Bai Suzhen's introduction for a while, especially when she saw the kind of five-body gift performed by those Tibetans, her heart was pinched...... How painful is that, throwing yourself to the ground?

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"It's normal. ”

Bai Suzhen said: "When there are large-scale Buddhist activities, there are also people who worship death, and the weaker ones can't hold on at all. ”

"Have you been here before?" asked Murong Xian Xian.

"Been here many times. A look of amazement flashed in Bai Suzhen's eyes.

"Is there something special?" asked Murong Xian Xian.

"It's all in the past. ”

Bai Suzhen's face turned normal: "Miss, let's go in and take a look, the architectural style of Jokhang Temple is a fusion of Tibetan, Tang and Nepalese architectural styles, and it is also unique among many Buddhist temples in Tibet." Moreover, it also enshrines the 12-year-old statue of Sakyamuni brought by Princess Wencheng from Chang'an. ”

"I'll go in and take a look and come out, and you'll forget it. ”

Seeing that the Bai Suzhen sisters were not in high spirits, Murong Xianxian did not force them, since entering Tibet, the two of them did not have a good face when they saw the lama, and they would never enter the temple when they passed by.

"Then we'll wait outside, Miss must be careful. Bai Suzhen admonished.

"Hehe, are you still worried that some lamas want to arrest me as a nun? Don't worry, I won't do it, it's too ugly without hair. Murong Xian pouted and entered the temple gate alone.

After entering the Jokhang Temple through the main entrance, you will enter a wide open-air courtyard in a clockwise direction, which was once the place where the Lhasa prayer meeting 'Melang Chenmo' was held. At that time, tens of thousands of monks from the three major monasteries in Lhasa gathered here. They prayed for the happiness of all living beings and social stability, and held activities such as debates, exorcisms, and greeting Maitreya Buddha.

The murals on the walls of the colonnade and the corridor around the courtyard are called the Thousand Buddha Corridor because they are full of thousands of Buddha statues...... In a conspicuous position, there are some signs that play the role of tour guides. There are also some lamas explaining to tourists, and it is said that such murals have more than 4,400 square meters in the Jokhang Temple.

After passing the Yaksha Hall and the Dragon King Hall on the right, behind the hundreds of lighted ghee offering lamps, is the 'Juekang' Buddha Hall, which is the main body of the Jokhang Temple, and the Buddha Hall is in the form of a closed courtyard. The building is four floors high, and the center is the large scripture hall. Tibetan Buddhists believe that Lhasa is the center of the world, and that the core of the universe lies here. At present, this is the place where the monks of Jokhang Temple chant and practice. From the main scripture hall, you can see the exquisite shape of the thousand-armed thousand-eyed Guanyin statue, there are two richly decorated Buddha statues on both sides, the left is Padmasambhava, and the right is the Qiangba Buddha statue.

Murong Xianxian was about to take a look at the Buddha statue inside, when a strange feeling suddenly arose from his body...... After cultivating to a certain level, a practitioner can use some special magic weapons...... For example, flying swords and other things. Carry them with them, these laws have been inseparable from their bodies after the sacrifice of essence blood. The slightest movement will give birth to a sense in the heart.

At this moment, it was the ancient mirror that she had purchased in the Huang family that made a change. Although she practiced this ancient mirror that day, she did not completely succeed, especially the six ancient Tibetan characters on the mirror, although she knew that it was the key to refining this magic weapon, but because she did not know these six words and was helpless, this time into Tibet, there was no reason for it.

Just as she was about to enter the Buddha hall, the ancient mirror erupted with a stronger sense, as if something was calling for it. The feeling is clear.

"Oops! Did you meet a long-lost relative or run away to the original owner?" she muttered to herself.

However, she did not leave, but tried the strength of the sense, and walked in the direction where the sense was most intense...... If you want to get anything from her, you'll have to pay some price. Although she didn't know what the name of this treasure mirror was, she could feel it. It's definitely a gem. And faintly, it seems to have something to do with himself, otherwise he would not be able to use it without completely unlocking his seal.

At the same time as the ancient mirror in Murong Xian's body was sensing, in a certain room in the Jokhang Temple, an old lama with a wrinkled face suddenly opened his eyes, and the essence in his eyes burst out, and almost at the same time, a bronze bell suddenly flew out of its top door, suspended in the air and let out a soft groan.

"Sure enough, it came. ”

The old lama had a wry smile on his face and looked at the bell: "Are you so eager to leave?"

'Ding~'

The bell seemed to understand his words, trembled slightly in the air, and let out another roar.

"Well, you don't have to rush. The old lama raised his hand slightly, and the bell fell on his hand.

His fingers tapped three times on the table in front of him, making a 'do-do' sound, and a little lama came in: "Master, what's the matter with you?"

"Go down, and when there is a female benefactor, you can bring her to me. The old lama commanded.

"Yes, Master. "The little lama was a disciple he accepted in his later years, and he was always by his side, and he came to wait for anything.

Murong Xianxian looked around with some doubts, and walked farther and farther away according to his feelings, there are fewer and fewer tourists around here, but there are more and more lamas, don't really respond to the joke outside just now, and be taken away by the lamas...... It seems that the new society is not thriving, right?

As soon as he walked near a small building, he felt a little lama looking at him shyly...... Sending such a little guy to tie himself up? Too underestimated, right?

"What are you looking at?" she stopped and glared at the little lama, who was suddenly a little dizzy.

Gesang grew up in the monastery, he was an orphan, and he lived with the old lama, and the two of them were like father and son. In the temple, there is the care of the old lama, no one treats him well, and outside, the Tibetans have always respected the monks, and they will not be inferior to him, so Murong Xianxian glared at him, and Gesang immediately had a brain crash, and the cerebellum was deprived of oxygen, and he was a little at a loss.

"Hey, why don't you answer when I talk to you?"

Murong Xianxian thought that this little lama was quite interesting, and laughed and teased: "It turned out to be a mute." ”

"I'm not dumb. Gesang hurriedly argued.

"What are you doing here?" asked Murong Xianxian.

The little lama was depressed, I was in my own monastery, why was I sneaky?

He looked around and confirmed that only the one in front of him met the standards mentioned by the master, and hurriedly saluted, "Distinguished guest, Master, please go upstairs and see you." ”

"Are you sure?" Murong Xianxian asked suspiciously, "Who is your master?"

"I'm sure. ”

Gesang nodded affirmatively: "My master is the Jizhu Living Buddha." ”

Jizhu Living Buddha?

Murong Xianxian only remembered that he knew that there was a Jigong Living Buddha, but he had never heard of the Jizhu Living Buddha, but he was a little curious. However, she guessed that the other party should be looking for her for the ancient mirror's sensing, so she readily agreed, followed the little lama in front of her, and climbed the old staircase.

Murong Xianxian knew that in Tibetan Buddhism, the living Buddha had a very lofty status whether it was in the monastery or among the people, but she didn't know how lofty it was. In fact, although the Panchen Lama is the leader of Tibetan Buddhism in political affairs, among the many monasteries, the one with the highest cultivation and the deepest Buddhism is the Living Buddha Jizhu, and the Panchen Lama once bowed to him as a disciple.

Follow the little lama into a room...... He didn't report it, and directly led Murong Xianxian in.

She saw that the living Buddha was sitting on a hardwood chair, and he was already too old, skinny, and the folds on his face were stacked and covered with age spots. However, whether it is in the house or on the body of the old lama, there is no unpleasant smell of old people, but a very peaceful atmosphere...... And although the old lama is thin and withered, sitting there gives people the feeling of a high mountain standing up.

After Murong Xianxian entered the house, Gesang casually closed the door and walked behind the old lama and stood there. As soon as you look at your nose, your nose and your mouth, and your mouth and heart, it is estimated that you should continue to chant.

The Living Buddha looked at Zhuang Rui with a very kind gaze, like an elder looking at his children and grandchildren. I don't know what the reason is, Murong Xianxian actually has a feeling of admiration in her heart at this moment.

"Sit down. ”

The old lama pointed to the chair and said, "I've been waiting for a long time. ”

"Living Buddha, what do you mean by this, why can't I understand?" Murong Xianxian sat down as he said, but he was a little confused by what he said.

Bite~

With a soft sound, a bronze bell suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, making a strange sound...... At the same time, the ancient mirror that Murong Xianxian had retracted also flew out suddenly, but it seemed to be a little different from the past.

Patches of clear light emanated from the ancient mirror, and at the same time, six Tibetan characters also turned into light runes and flew up, revolving around the ancient mirror.

"Sure enough, it's the Great Mirror of Compassion!" Jizhu Living Buddha sighed softly.

"What is the Great Compassion Mirror?" asked Murong Xian Xian.

"The ancient mirror in your hand is the Great Compassion Mirror, and my Demon Bell is all handed down by Master Padmasambhava. Jizhu Living Buddha said softly.

What the?

Murong Xianxian almost jumped up, not knowing how this magic weapon had something to do with Master Padmasambhava.

"Living Buddha, could you be mistaken?" asked Murong Xian Xian.

"No, these two magic weapons were originally together, and then due to some changes, we kept them separately, and then later, this great mirror of compassion was gone. Jizhu Living Buddha said slowly. (To be continued)