It is said that after Wujin and they encountered a snake on the mountain that day, they spent the night in the village. Then I drove straight to Lhasa. Because it was late in Lhasa, and the night on the plateau was still relatively difficult, they rested for another night. But I still bought tickets for the Potala Palace, so as not to be able to buy tickets tomorrow and not be able to enter. That's the benefit of driving an off-road vehicle. If you drive fast, you will be able to get one step ahead of others, and then you will be able to book a hotel and buy a ticket.

After a good night's sleep, they got up early, washed up, and went out of the door and went straight to the Potala Palace. Nowadays, it is not very prosperous, and it is not very lively, unlike in later generations, where it is difficult to get a ticket, and there are heads everywhere, and there are heads everywhere.

They didn't go in first, but posed for photos on the Potala Square. Next to the small pool, on Yaowang Mountain, Zhang Qian and Guo Zi are two graceful figures, which are extremely beautiful and bright. In addition to taking pictures of them, of course, you have to take a group photo. I called a tourist to help take a picture, and the price was to help the other party take a picture too.

In addition to these, they also photographed the reflection of the Potala Palace in various pools, which were full of shadows but had a unique charm. The red brick and white walls, with the blue sky and white clouds and the snow-capped mountains as the background, the color is even more intense.

And the sky, whose color changes over time, stunned the crowd. It's always blue, but it's a surprise thing.

After playing for a while, I wanted to go in and have a look. When I went in, I left my camera and phone outside. They said that photography was not allowed inside the Potala Palace, and that the equipment should be left behind. I don't know why, maybe it's because of faith.

After checking the ticket, Wu Jin felt very peculiar. It is indeed magnificent, but it does not have the nouveau riche style of local tyrants, but it makes you feel very serious and solemn. You say it's spacious and bright, it's spacious, but it has a religious mystery, and it seems that the bright sunlight has dimmed.

Perhaps it's because it's a place where theocracy and secular power are intertwined and contested. It seems solemn, but in fact it is never quiet, and the military song is full of murder and show-off, as if it wants to suppress the sound of the morning bell and dusk drums and chanting, so it seems a little incongruous.

Not to mention its incongruity, its appearance and color scheme are really beautiful, and there are many Buddha statues. It's a classic attraction indeed. It's not a loss.

A few people chatted while walking, and soon felt happy, after all, several people were fake literature and art. I feel that when I come to the Potala Palace, how the spirit will be sublimated, and how the soul will be calm. But after listening to the sound of chanting and chanting Buddha for a while, and seeing the Buddha statues, they got tired of it. And he withdrew.

But when he saw the prayer wheel in front of the door, Wu Jin was a little stunned and a little distracted. An endless stream of tourists play with them because of curiosity, and believers will definitely turn a prayer wheel to the end.

The Potala Palace is a symbol of Tibet, and in Lhasa, where the whole people believe, the prayer wheel of the Potala Palace is even more supreme. It's never as casual as a tourist.

But he didn't come out of faith or because of history. He just remembered a monk, a monk named Cangyang Gyatso. He is a Tibetan Da. Lai is the king of this snowy land.

He's an infatuated monk, and he's in the middle of the election. Before Lai, he had a childhood sweetheart, and the two of them had no guesses, and they secretly promised for life. They accompany each other all day long, ploughing and grazing, and love each other deeply. She is beautiful and intelligent, and he is gentle and considerate. They thought they could live forever and never be separated, and they could watch the sunset together forever. Yes, they thought they could.

And later, he entered the Potala Palace and became the leader of the Yellow Sect, the blue sky and white clouds that he once thought he could enjoy for a lifetime, and the childhood sweethearts who he once thought could last forever were all blocked outside by the courtyard walls on all sides. Later, he finally couldn't stand the days of always being in the deep palace.

Yes, he was tired of it, he wanted to be out there wonderful customs, he missed her.

So, he went out of the palace every night and met his lover every night. Until that day, that day, it was snowing heavily, and the Iron Rod Lama searched for his footprints and found his dormitory. In the end, his personal lama was severely punished, his lover was executed, and he was severely locked up in the deep palace from then on.

In the end, he was deposed by Kangxi, and on the way to be escorted, on a snowy night, in Qinghai Lake, he threw himself into the lake and died. I don't know if this accident is unfortunate or fortunate for him. In short, this legend sank to the bottom of Qinghai Lake.

This is his story, or legend. Because the folk versions are different, but the ending is all so sad.

Once he took a prayer wheel from the hands of the kind old lama here, once he fell into a dream of lotus flowers, the treasure was solemn, once he chanted the scriptures day and night, and recited the Buddha every night, but only the prayer wheel knew, and his voice whispered softly, "How can you have the double perfection in the world, and you will not live up to it." ”

He couldn't escape, but he couldn't let go either. He was in pain, he was struggling, but there was nothing he could do.

In this case, he had to write many love poems and write sad words.

Wu Jin's favorite song is "That Life".

“…………

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 turned all the prayer cylinders, 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, turning mountains and rivers and turning pagodas, not for the sake of cultivating the next life, but just to meet you on the way

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In this poem, this "most beautiful lover in the world" uses a graceful pen and exquisite heart to portray love poignantly and movingly.

In Cangyang Gyatso's heart, there has always been a childhood sweetheart girl in his heart, haunted by dreams. But because of his identity, he is no longer the man he was at the beginning, but a living Buddha who wants to recite scriptures over and over again between the green lantern and the ancient Buddha. Rely.

This identity makes it impossible for him to pursue his lover like a normal man, all he can do is to feel the breath of his beloved girl every time the wind horse rises.

Seeing that Wu Jin's face was different, Zhang Qian asked.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

Wu Jin then said everything in his heart.

The two women listened to Wu Jin's eloquent introduction, and their eyes were red. I am amazed by its literary brilliance, but I also pity its suffering. The end is empathy, and the heart is like a knife. Guo Zidu leaned on Wu Jin's shoulder to wipe her tears, if it weren't for the wrong occasion, Zhang Qian would have to go up.

At this time, Cangyang Gyatso was not as famous as he was later, and was almost a household name. Today's Cangyang Gyatso is still immersed in the vast history.

"Alas, don't be sad. It's still early, so let's not look for a place to play for a while. ”

"No, let's go back first, and you tell us his story in detail, and read us the poems he wrote. I'll go somewhere else tomorrow. It's not good. Guo Zi hugged Wu Jin's arm and said coquettishly.

"Well, Xiao Jiu, what do you think?"

"I'm fine, just wait a while, I'll go out and bask in the sun by myself. Feng Jiu's face was full of indifference. Actually, he really wanted to hear it, but after looking at the two women, he decided not to destroy Wujin's Yanfu.

"Don't just bask in the sun, you're as dark as a briquette, pay attention. Otherwise, you won't find a girlfriend in the future. ”

"Hey, I'm masculine, you fake guy knows a fart. Seeing that he was thinking about Wujin wholeheartedly, he was still scolding himself like this, he was a little depressed.

"Hey, goodbye. Wu Jin was not annoyed, waved his hand, and took the two sisters back to the hotel.

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"Anyway, he didn't become that Da in the first place. When I was Lai, I was very good-looking, very handsome, and as for how good-looking it was, I would follow my standards. ”

"He was also very spiritual, and in the monastery before, he was the smartest, and he was literate, just like me. ”

………………

"Okay, okay, you don't have to talk about his life, just read us the poems he wrote. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

Seeing that Wu Jin praised himself in three sentences, they couldn't bear it.

That's a long time. Outside the window, it was getting dark. The three of them were in the room and didn't notice it.