At five o'clock in the morning, Lobsang Chaogani got up on time according to his usual custom, meditated and recited mantras for half an hour, and kowtowed 36 times.

After he had breakfast, he immediately went to the gate of the temple to raise the national flag, and then returned to the temple to continue chanting.

The hall was deep and silent, and Lobsang Chaogeni sat by the door, spread the scriptures written in Mongolian and Tibetan scripts on the low table in front of him, beat the drum, and shook his body from side to side to recite the scriptures.

The low and dense chanting sound reverberated in the main hall, and only the butter lamps that danced back and forth reflected with it.

Lobsang Chogani practiced alone for most of the year, and only during the puja from the 10th to the 16th of the 6th lunar month, due to the large number of devotees who came to worship the Buddha, he would invite lamas from other temples to chant and receive the devotees.

"There were very few people in the desert, and even during the puja, there were no more than 100 people in the temple, but in recent years more and more tourists have gone into the depths of the desert, and now thousands of people visit the temple every year. ”

This is the most common phrase he says every time a visitor asks about him.

Although Lausanne Chaogani practiced in the depths of the desert, he also felt the changes of the times.

In my memory, four herders scattered around the Badain Jaran Temple were living in adobe houses a few years ago, but in 2016 the government's livelihood renovation project helped them build brick houses with red tiles and white walls for free, and also installed wind-solar power generation equipment and solar water heaters.

Today, these four herdsmen raise camels and mules at the same time as running a herdsman's house, and most of the tourists they receive come to the Badain Jarin Temple, which is known as the 'Forbidden City of the Desert'.

Visitors who come from the hustle and bustle of the city to the quiet desert and see a lama guarding an ancient monastery in the desert alone will be amazed no matter where they come.

Some tourists will get up early with him to chant sutras and clean the monastery, enjoying the solitude and emptying their minds at the same time.

Others wondered how he could endure loneliness, and Lausanne Chagni only laughed softly.

"I'm not lonely because the world is in my heart. ”

Today's temperature has dropped, and Lausanne Chaogani came to the temple before preparing to make lunch, planning to take a walk to move his body, after all, the chanting and sitting time in the morning was a bit long, and his legs were a little stiff.

"I'm getting old, no!"

Sighed with emotion, and estimated in his heart that there should be no tourists in the bad weather today, Lausanne came to the temple gate with Gnee, but when he just stepped out, he heard a very charming voice coming from outside, and this voice always had a tendency to calm down and continue to listen.

Lausanne Chaogeni is no exception, perhaps everyone has different ideas, and he seems to feel that the sound contains a mysterious Zen when he sees the sound of Buddha.

This voice naturally came out of the face of the immersive skill.

"Okay guys, the place we are coming to now is the Badain Jaran Temple, which is also the last ancient temple of the Badain Jaran Desert Five Uniques, and the strange spring and Xiuhu we just saw can only be said to be the green leaves of this ancient temple.

This is the only temple in the hinterland of the Badain Jaran Desert, according to the records, it should have been built in the Qianlong period, that is, in 1755 AD, and because of the deep desert, inaccessible, has maintained its original appearance.

The temple is small in size, covering an area of only 273.7 hectares, and is a two-storey Chinese pavilion building.

At its peak, there were more than 60 lamas here, but in recent decades, only Uncle Lobsang Chaogeni has been supporting the place.

The architectural structure of the Badain Jarin Temple is similar to that of other Tibetan Buddhist monasteries, the temple sits in the north and faces south, there is a half-height wall outside, and outside the wall is the white pagoda standing next to us, echoing with the temple from afar. temple

The temple room of the two cities is in the shape of a pavilion, with a quadrangular corner tower, a heavy eaves on the top of the mountain, two small windows in the front, and four small windows on each side.

But don't look at this temple in the desert, it feels like it's inaccessible, but here is the incense burning, every year there are many people who believe in Buddhism who are not afraid of the long and dangerous road, admiring the incense, and there are many foreign tourists. ”

After seeing the gushing strange springs, Zhang Yang took He Xiaoman and the two of them around the lake and slowly came to the last stop - the ancient temple.

After he roughly introduced this ancient temple, he saw an uncle wearing a monk's robe and looking very old walked out of front of the temple, in fact, this is really an uncle, according to the information, that is, more than 50 years old, it is not difficult to call people's grandfathers, although this age should be the person who helps grandpa, but it is not seventy or eighty.

It's just that the lama in front of him has lived alone for a long time, and his residence is deep in the desert, his face looks very old, almost as deep as a ravine, and the wrinkles on his face are like those carved out of the statue, but this lama looks at it and gives people a sense of peace and kindness, maybe it is the temperament that has been conceived by kneeling in front of the Buddha all year round.

Lausanne Chaogeni also looked at the three tourists in front of him curiously, especially the boy who made him feel extremely comfortable and attractive by listening to the voice, with a handsome and angular face, so that he couldn't help but praise it in his heart, what a handsome guy, and his body was straight, and he was constantly adding points to his own temperament.

What a good boy!

Zhang Yang confirmed at the first glance that this lama must be Uncle Lausanne Chaogni, and quickly folded his hands and saluted the other party respectfully, and after seeing that the other party also returned the salute, he stepped forward to greet him warmly.

"It's Uncle Lausanne Chaogni, the three of us are tourists, and I'm an anchor, so I took the liberty to disturb you, I don't know if you will allow me to go in and shoot later?"

It turned out to be an anchor, and he still knew about such a profession that was created by the development of the times, especially after it became famous, there was an endless stream of tourists coming here every year, including people with the same or similar occupations, and he received several batches of TV reporters, and he naturally would not refuse to shoot him, anyway, as long as he didn't disturb the Buddha in his heart.

"Yes, donor, haven't you eaten yet? I'm going to prepare lunch here, let's go together." ”

There are no tourists today, and Lausanne Chaogani has a very good impression of the young man in front of him, according to his idea, this young man has a fate with the Buddha, and he has a fate, and he wants to invite the other party to have lunch for no reason.

Zhang Yang naturally readily agreed, this is not in society, what else is needed for hypocritical politeness, since the lama in front of him has been invited to dinner, it is naturally sincere, and he will not refuse to have a lunch in the temple.

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