After the banquet was over, Guan Bo personally sent Hu Yang back to the hotel, and even said that Hu Yang wanted to meet him.

However, he was rejected by Populus euphratica.

He also has his own reasons, that is, he hopes to meet with the senior leaders after the successful completion of the "Charity Subsidy Program for Boarding Students in Tibetan Agricultural and Pastoral Areas".

This is a welcome gift from himself.

Guan Bo conveyed Hu Yang's words to the big leader as they were.

After thinking for a while, he promised Hu Yang, and at the same time instructed Guan Bo to do a good job in the logistics of the Poplar Education Charity Foundation, and there could be no mistakes, otherwise he would be the only one who asked.

Knowing that the above attaches so much importance to Populus euphratica, Guan Bo is also more enthusiastic about Populus euphratica.

At the same time, he was secretly glad that he didn't put up a shelf, and personally sent it to the Poplar Club Hotel.

"Director Guan, goodbye, be careful on the way back, don't drive too fast. Hu Yang said to Guan Bo after getting out of the car, and then told the driver to drive slower.

"Teacher Hu, goodbye!" Guan Bo said with a smile.

After watching the car leave, Hu Yangcai and Zheng Jie turned around and entered the hotel.

Although tonight's banquet made him very tired, the harvest was also slow.

It was officially recognized by the Tibetan area, and was also supported by all classes here at banquets.

These are all needed by the Populus euphratica and Poplar Education Charitable Foundation.

"Chairman, today's harvest is very great. Zheng Jie said with a smile.

Hu Yang smiled and nodded.

Then he said to Xie Yu on the other side: "It's quite late today, if there is nothing particularly urgent, let's talk about it tomorrow." ”

He feels quite tired now, first of all, he didn't sleep well yesterday, and today he is even more tired after a rough day, and he drank a lot of wine at night.

Although I slept for a while in the afternoon, I didn't think much of a problem.

Hearing Hu Yang say this, of course Xie Yu had no opinion.

He saw that Hu Yang's face was full of tiredness that he couldn't hide, so he naturally wouldn't disturb Hu Yang at this time.

After a few more simple chats, they went back to their rooms.

After washing away the smell of alcohol and exhaustion, Hu Yang lay down on the bed to rest.

But for some reason, he felt very tired, but he couldn't sleep, and tossed and turned in bed.

Finally, I couldn't help but get up, stood by the window, and looked at the brightly lit Potala not far away.

There was a faint sound of Jinglun.

I vaguely saw a few people walking around in the square, so I guess people who came here to play were taking pictures.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, and in the halo formed by the light shining on the glass, Hu Yang seemed to see two young men and women in black down jackets holding hands and strolling on the Potala Square.

But when he wanted to see it more clearly, his eyes condensed, and he realized that what he had just seen was just an illusion.

With a sigh in my heart, I stood in front of the window for a few minutes.

Turning back to the bed, he slowly closed his eyes.

........

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone through the window on Populus's serene face, he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the very close and red sun, he stretched and got up from the bed.

Walking to the window, I moved my stiff muscles and bones.

Except for a few pilgrims who came early to kowtow to the Potala Square, only the troops were left to guard quietly.

After washing up and eating breakfast, Hu Yang walked to Potala alone.

It's not yet open to tourists, but he's still able to enter.

Besides, he didn't come here to play, but to meet an old lama and listen to the other party's explanation of the classics.

Hu Yang and the other party knew each other seven years ago and met him when he was in the most painful time.

I also practiced with each other in Potala for a while, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect.

In layman's terms, the six roots of Populus euphratica are not purified, and they cannot enter the Buddhist gate.

Through a small door, Hu Yang came to a somewhat dark hall.

"Gyalwa Rinpoche!" poplar walked up to him and bowed respectfully to him with the unique etiquette of Tibetan Buddhism.

"You're here. He bowed slightly.

Motioned for him to sit down, while he continued his morning lesson.

Hu Yang did not sit with him, but sat quietly next to him and listened quietly.

In his ears came the sound of his rhythmic and sensible chanting.

The sound of Jinglun can make people's impetuous hearts gradually calm down, and there is a sense of emptiness.

For some reason, a very famous poem from his previous life [Which Life] sounded in Hu Yang's heart

[On that day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall and suddenly heard the mantra in your chant]

[That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for excess, but to touch your fingertips]

[That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not for the audience, but for your warmth]

[In that life, I turned mountains and rivers to pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way]

.......

.........

[At that moment, I flew into an immortal, not for immortality, but for your joy and peace]

Perhaps, this is why Gyalwa Rinpoche said that his six roots are not pure.

Because he didn't come here to transcend, not to see you, not to cultivate the afterlife, but just to hope that you would be safe and happy.

Pure and not pure purpose.

In the sound of Jinglun, her somewhat vague appearance appeared in her mind, as if she was hidden in the incense mist.

However, he was so eager that he could only look at it with longing eyes, not daring to make the slightest movement, for fear of disturbing her.

I just pray that she will look at herself, just a glance.

It's a pity that this has become a desire.

"You can read but you can't get it, you can get it but you don't think about it, this is your good karma and bad karma. Gyalwa Rinpoche looked at the anguished poplar with a kind look and whispered softly.

Seven years ago, I realized in the snow in order to pursue a higher realm.

It was indeed enlightened, but it also made him feel the end of his life, and it was Populus euphratica who rescued him.

Therefore, the two formed an indissoluble bond.

Seeing that the poplar at that time was extremely painful, hoping to help him, he took him back to Potala.

It's a pity that Populus euphratica couldn't let go, and left here when school was about to start and returned to the small village again.

Now, after all these years, Gyalwa Rinpoche has noticed that the longing in his heart is even greater.

The pain of not being able to let go but not being able to get it is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"Gyalwa Rinpoche, what I am thinking is what I am thinking, since I can't let it go, why should I let it go? You didn't even want to live in order to comprehend the higher Dharma, what do I have, don't I?" poplar looked pained.

He bowed his head slightly, agreeing with Populus euphratica's statement.

Since the first time he failed to persuade Populus to let go, he has never persuaded him again.

It's not that simple to put it down.

"I'll read you a scripture. After speaking, he didn't wait for Hu Yang to agree, so he read it.

In the sound of Jinglun this time, Hu Yang heard a different feeling.

His sad and depressed mood seemed to improve a little.

Maybe it's not because of the role of Jinglun's voice, but because of his own psychological effect.

But no matter what, at least it's a lot better.