Xu Ling sat alone in the studio for a long time, he walked to a room on the third floor, locked himself in it and stayed in it for another night. There was a strong wind blowing outside, and the windows were wheezing.

But Xu Ling didn't notice it, quietly looking at everything in this room, quietly in a daze.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Xu Ling took the train from Beijing to Lhasa and left. I didn't say anything to anyone, turned off my mobile phone, turned off all communication equipment, and fled like this.

Xu Ling didn't know what she wanted to do or what she should do next. He is very confused and can't find a breakthrough, he just wants to stay quiet now, think about the obsession in his heart, whether he should be persistent, the harm caused by this obsession, he Xu Ling is not afraid, but he is afraid that it will bring harm to Bai Yi.

The Bai Yi in his heart now is like a porcelain, as if he will shatter it if he touches it lightly. But he cherishes this porcelain so much, should he look at this porcelain from a distance, let her put it there, don't touch it, hold back the love in his heart, or approach her, wrap her with his love, even if it becomes a piece of land, he must possess her strongly, let her pierce herself all over the body?

What kind of ending is the best ending? Xu Ling didn't understand.

After taking the train for two days and one night, Xu Ling arrived in Lhasa, and he didn't go anywhere else, but went straight to the Jokhang Temple. At this time, Lhasa was very cold and the air pressure was very low, and Xu Ling felt stuffy and some tinnitus as soon as he got off the train.

But he didn't care about his body, got in the car and went to the temple. Xu Ling found the person in charge of the temple and directly explained his intention and wanted to live in the temple for a while, but the person in charge saw that Xu Ling's face was wrong, so he hurriedly called Xu Ling in first and arranged a temporary place for him to live.

That night, Xu Ling had a high fever and was groggy all the time, and he didn't bother others, he stiffened until dawn, and someone came to him at breakfast time, only to find that something was wrong with him, and he was quickly sent to the health center not far away.

Xu Ling suffered from altitude sickness, coupled with a cold and a high fever, and lived in the health center for a few days, constantly taking infusions and medicines, so that he was temporarily out of danger and a little refreshed.

It was a young lama who took care of Xu Ling, Xu Ling woke up, saw this child, and suddenly felt that the world was peaceful.

"Little master, thank you for taking care of me!" Xu Ling said apologetically.

"Don't be polite, don't benefactor! Buddhism teaches us to purify all sentient beings!" said the little lama.

"Do you know Chinese, not a local?" Xu Ling didn't expect the lamas here to speak Chinese, and they spoke so well!

"No, I'm a local, now Chinese is widespread, there are so many pilgrims in the monastery every day, we are all learning!" the little lama was very enthusiastic.

"Donor, I see that you have an obsession in your heart, is it because of this obsession that you came to the temple at this time?" the little lama asked directly, now the weather here is very cold, the snow is falling, and it is not the tourist season.

Xu Ling lowered his head and didn't speak, he didn't know what to say.

"Don't care! When I saw you unconscious, I kept saying things like Bai Yi, I'm sorry, thinking that you must have a hurdle that you can't overcome, and I want to ask you! I haven't been practicing for a long time, so I may not be able to help you! But at this time, my master is in the temple, maybe you can talk to him!"

Xu Ling woke up and went back to the temple with the little lama, but he had to come to the health center every day for infusion. He still hasn't recovered from his cold, and he's on the plateau. The cold is a very serious illness, and I don't know what other diseases it will cause. The little lama told Xu Ling that he must pay attention to it. Xu Ling smiled and expressed her gratitude.

On the way back, Xu Ling couldn't open her eyes because of the sun, and there was still thick snow on the ground. They walked a path, and the only sound of the snow could be heard quietly.

"Donor, you look good!" The little lama looked at Xu Ling and couldn't help but say.

Xu Ling just smiled and didn't say anything, now Xu Ling's lips were covered with a layer of white skin, her face was abrupt, her eyes were dull, where could she be related to good looks. However, people's eyebrows and eyes will not change, and the little lama can see that Xu Ling does not look like ordinary people.

"I think you're good-looking, and you must be very kind!" said the little lama with a smile.

"People are inherently good, and no one is born a bad person! Many things in this world can't only be judged in black and white, aren't they?" Xu Ling said.

"I think you should be quite Buddha-like! I'll take you to my master!" said the little lama happily, a child of his age is really very innocent, and he cultivates early, and his heart is simple and pure, just like snow on a snowy mountain.

Xu Ling couldn't help but secretly think, since he was really a person who didn't have any faith before, God is the boss, my second! I really haven't suffered any setbacks since I was a child, but I have suffered such a big setback emotionally, it is not Xu Ling's hypocrisy, after experiencing Bai Yida's life and death, his feelings have become particularly fragile.

The little lama will go to the temple to find his own master, Xu Ling saw the master, his heart instantly calmed down, this is an old lama, the age should be very old, although the appearance is ordinary, but it gives people a very quiet feeling.

Xu Ling didn't need to hide anything, he told the story of himself and Bai Yi, and told the old lama, although he was sorry that he and the senior monk had said so many mundane things, but he was too obsessed in his heart, and he was eager to find a shortcut to alleviate the pain caused by this obsession.

"I am not qualified to speak falsely about the worldly things, but I can tell you that if I can help you, it will be my merit!" The old lama is an approachable elder who does not talk about the Dharma.

Xu Ling listened quietly.

"Since you have arrived here, what you are thinking about in your heart is emotional things, and laypeople talk about mundane things, and I am just an ordinary old man today, let me tell you about the relationship between the worldly things and the Dharma! Speaking of Buddhism, love, and the person who is most inseparable from these two is the legendary Sixth Dalai Lama, who is also a lover monk! Cangyang Gyatso. The old lama suddenly mentioned this person, Xu Ling was a little surprised, he thought that he could hear some Dharma here to save people, copy some Buddhist scriptures to calm the mind and calm the mind, it was already very good.

"This Buddha's shining plateau, three steps and two steps is heaven, but there are still so many people who can't walk because their hearts are too heavy. These are the moving verses he wrote. ”

"In that life, I turned mountains and rivers to pagodas, not for the next life, but to meet you on the way. This is also written by him, and when I was younger, I used to read his poetry collections!"

"People who turn prayers and prostrate and pray in Jokhang Temple come and go. The next life is unpredictable, and what you can ask for is probably an obsession in this life, an encounter with that person. The old lama looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance and said quietly.

"There are thousands of mountains and rivers in my life, let you say goodbye one by one. In addition to life and death, nothing in the world is idle. "The old lama seems to be reciting poetry.

"The Buddha said that the essence of the world is life and death, but people who are obsessed and entangled are everywhere the plateau of heaven, pretending to be insignificant. The old lama suddenly turned his eyes and stared at Xu Ling.

"I was worried about hurting the Brahman, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain. The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise. This poem should be the one you hear most often! In fact, all sentient beings are in the red dust, and everything is the Fa and the cultivation. Practice, when seen from afar, is a Buddha, and up close is love, but in the eyes of sentient beings, it is a completely different path. In the end, everything is the best way!"

"For many years, you have been living in seclusion in my wounds, I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you. ”

"The world is just a world of sampa, sa po is a pity, if there is no regret in all things, what is the use of more happiness?" The old lama was talking about Xu Ling, as if he was also talking about himself.

"Donor, I just said some big poems written by him, I didn't wait too much for me to tell you the Dharma, the Buddha felt that he had not saved himself, how could he save others?"

Heaven and hell are actually only between the thoughts of man. The emotional obsessions of your life have fallen on this person, if you can really let go, in the past five years, you have already let go!"

"In this life, your fate has been arranged by the Buddha a long time ago, and you have all experienced life and death, aren't your obsessions just idle in the eyes of the Buddha?"

"A person's whole life is actually a practice, and what you experience is a non-stop practice! If you love deeply, if you let go of your obsession, you are also practicing with your love in this red dust, and purifying all sentient beings is great love, and your little love is not love?"

"In your world, if you have no regrets, then how precious is the happiness you get?"

"Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, I can't save you, only you can save you! So, go! With your original intention, go and let go of the obsession in your heart!" After the old lama finished speaking, he didn't look at Xu Ling, and left silently.