Regret Taal Temple

After being at QH Lake, the rest of the QH trip was just casual sightseeing.

After going to QH Lake, the second must-visit place is Taal Temple.

The car took me to the entrance of Ta'er Temple, and when I got out of the car, I saw the row of white pagodas. The weather is fine today, and under the golden sun, this row of white towers glows with holy light.

I didn't expect Taer Temple to be such a layout, the first thing I saw when I entered the temple was this row of white pagodas, so that the believers who came to the pilgrimage did not enter the main hall and prostrate in front of the tower, excited and happy to say: Buddha, I am here.

My mood was fixed or calmed by the white pagoda, and I didn't have the mentality that I used to deal with when I went to the temple, and my mood was refreshing and slightly tightened. After taking a photo in front of the pagoda, I remembered that no one asked for a ticket when I first entered the temple. I know that it costs 60 yuan for tickets here (maybe 80 yuan, I really can't remember).

I hurried to the door where I came. When I looked closely, there was no ticket selling equipment at this door, and it was a building.

So he retreated to the tower and asked a group of students: Where can I buy tickets? Why didn't anyone ask me for tickets when I came in?

Student: "We don't have a ticket either, we don't need a ticket at this door." As they spoke, they looked at a row of tall buildings in front of them.

"Here's a ticket. Let's look for a place to sell tickets. Wonder how we got in. I said uneasily.

"Let's go in and wait until someone asks for it. The student said.

I asked a few more people next to me. They said, "We don't have a ticket either, and like you, we came in through this gate." This gate is the entrance for local believers who come to the temple to recite the scriptures. They don't want tickets. You, people don't recite scriptures at first glance, and they won't let you enter the temple after a while.

Oh?!

At this time, a red-clothed lama came.

"Master, where can I buy a ticket?" I hurriedly asked.

"That is. The master looked at it and said.

It turned out that the location that the student had just glanced at was that.

When I walked over, I found that there were two doors, one was the door that swiped the card to enter after selling tickets. Another lama stood guard at the door.

I went out through the door guarded by the master and bought a ticket to go in. I looked at the door guarded by the master again, and found a phenomenon: he only glanced at the people who entered, and did not ask if there were tickets.

I think it's probably a matter of whether to buy a ticket or not, it's all voluntary.

Later, I realized that Taer Temple only asked for a ticket to enter the temple, and there was no requirement to visit the temple. It's interesting to think about it in this way.

The first main hall to visit is the Prayer Hall. The courtyard is not large, and the layers of paintings (I don't know the technical terms) at the front of the gate are beautiful, but they look very old. When I entered the courtyard, I saw a large hall, which was full of people. I stood far outside the door, looked over the crowd and looked in, and saw a tall golden Buddha of very old age. After looking at it, there is no thought of going in.

At this time, I heard the tour guide explaining, saying that there was Ananda among the Buddha statues enshrined in the hall. When I heard the pronunciation of 'Ananda', I immediately felt a little embarrassed, and my face became hot. The reason is that I have said to Master Sky many times: You come to be 'Buddha', I will be 'Ananda'......

The yard was small, with tall and thick trees, and a very high stone wall covered with coins. Some people take it, some people let it go, and when I saw this, I retreated.

At this time, a tourist who had just been sticking banknotes on the courtyard also came out.

He said, "Are you alone?"

"yes. You're alone, too?"

"No, I'm six people, don't go, we have a guide, you go with our people. I've been here five times. He said calmly, as if he were an acquaintance.

When I was arguing his words, one thing suddenly came to mind: I seem to have seen in the materials that there is a bodhisattva tree in the Taer monastery, but I have never seen a Bodhi tree? Is there really a Bodhi tree? Do you know where the Bodhi tree is?

"I don't know Bodhi either. He looked dazed.

Seeing his expression, I was disappointed: Where is the Bodhi tree?

Just then, another lama passed by me.

"Master, where is the Bodhi tree?" I immediately asked.

After the master stopped to look at me, he looked at the canopy above the courtyard where I had just come out and said, "That's it!"

"Is this it?" I said at the same time as the tourist looked at each other.

I looked at the green canopy of the courtyard with regret: why didn't I think of this in the courtyard just now?

"I didn't even know that there was a Bodhisattva tree in Ta'er Temple. He also looked sorry for him.

Now I can only look at the tree and sigh! I am anxious, and the sweat comes out. I was so anxious that I put my little backpack on the ground and took off my coat.

"You can't put it on the ground, someone else will take it away. "This tourist picked up my backpack on the ground and hung it on his waist (he didn't move for a minute, and then he spent N times as much time looking for me everywhere and returning my backpack.) Laughing stupid. Haha......).

Now I have to take pictures of the canopy in the courtyard. At this time, I suddenly noticed that there was a tree on the side of the road that was the same as the leaves in the courtyard: this is also a linden tree.

It was another wild shot at the linden tree on the side of the road. Count the time to make up for regrets. Because of this, my heart was calmed down a little.

I was in a better mood, chatted with this tourist for a few words, and learned that he was an almost professional climber, and I felt that this person was very kind. When he said that he would come to Xi'an to pass through Aotai in the near future, the intimacy doubled! I was about to leave my contact information, when I suddenly saw the wide alleyway between the two halls in front of me, which was so quiet. The white walls give it more holiness. At this moment, the temple is full of tourists, this is the place where tourists pass by, and there is no one on the long road.

It's so beautiful! I snapped excitedly.

The companion also came over: That's it!

He also filmed.

My heart was touched by this pure and holy place. I've never seen a wall so white, it's so holy. It would be just me (he went under a tree by the side of the road to see if his companions had come out). I walked over slowly, leaning against the white wall.

I'm alone here now, leaning against the white wall, and in this crowded monastery, there is such a quiet and holy place for me to lean on, and there is nothing in my mind at this time, the only feeling is that the wall is too white!

"It's so beautiful! Give me the camera. My companion came running over with a serious expression and took my camera to take a precious picture for me.

I smiled happily.

At this time, passing tourists came to this wall to take pictures. It was already bustling, and I left.

Walking forward, there is the big red door with the white wall just now. Under the golden sun, the white walls and red doors are too dazzling! On this high gatehouse, the layers of colorful paintings are gorgeous and colorful. The vermilion gate was bright and shiny, and the two gates, and the long brocade silk on the golden door buckle stirred me as I passed by the door, making me feel that this gorgeous silk was like a doorman, like a messenger, and was sending me an invitation.

I was so excited, I walked forward, stood in front of the door, brushed up the colored silk on the door, and smiled happily: I am here.

I just like to stay in front of the door, I don't have the urge to push it in, I don't want anything inside the door, and I don't want it to open from the inside. I just want to be under the gatehouse where my heart is open and excited, and I look comfortable, just tap the knocker and stand up.

There are several gatehouses like Taer Temple, and each of them I feel like this, and they all act like this. I only yearn for the clean and fresh white walls and red doors, and every time I walk in front of the high red door, I feel cordial, the feeling of walking towards the door. Those old ones that seem to have gone through vicissitudes of life are hurried by.

I have enjoyed it in front of the door, and the main hall still has to be entered. The main hall of Ta'er Temple, like the Potala Palace, is full of golden Buddhas. There are many golden Buddhas in the largest hall.

Because there is no tour guide, I don't understand whether the worship in the temple is **or**. As the flow of people turned forward, I saw the statue of Rinitsoji Gyaltsen on the very edge. I stopped, walked into the fence, and placed the only apple in front of the master.

Walking into a large hall again, I heard the tour guide talk about the deeds of the young golden Buddha owner, and I was very interested in the content of the lecture, saying that the Buddha's 'writings' were translated and applied in 35 languages in the world. Just as he was about to listen intently, he was interrupted by a group of people rushing in. I retreated to the door, intending to listen. At this time, he saw a lama at the door, so he asked, "Master, is there a Buddha statue of Cangyang Gyatso here?"

The master said, "No." None of them.

That's the answer I came up with. There were many pots of ghee beside the master, and a Tibetan poured the ghee he had brought into the basin. A burst of mutton fat smell rushed to his nose, it was really unpleasant, he couldn't stand it, and rushed out of the hall with his nose covered. I saw a lama in the courtyard looking at me with strange eyes.

After changing his breath, he decided to leave the compound and walk outside.

The back halls are newly renovated and have very few people. I stood in the doorway and looked out, even if I saw everything.

When I came out of the Tibetan Scripture Temple, I found that there was a high mountain next to the Taer Temple. In the distance, I could see prayer flags dotted among the dense trees, and there were figures walking around.

Great! I was excited to see the mountain. Visiting the main hall is really not interesting, but it is still fun to climb the mountain.

So, a man began to go up the hill along the path. The mountain road is small enough for one person to pass, and I walked with great interest. Standing halfway up the mountain, from a high point of view, the Ta'er Monastery has an unobstructed view, which is so spectacular! I enjoy standing on the mountain and looking at the Ta'er Monastery. Excitedly, I admired the Taer Temple from top to bottom over and over again! I saw the yellow and spectacular roofs of the two large and small halls. This is really a bonus, if I don't go up the mountain, how can I see the color of the roof of this hall!

Later, when I got home, I read the promotional CD of Taer Temple, and I realized that they were the two famous halls of Taer Temple, that is, the large and small golden domes. I didn't have any culture, I was still thinking at the time, the Tibetans seem to like gold very much, such a magnificent roof is made of yellow, I didn't expect it to be really made of gold!

After admiring and taking enough photos, continue to go up the mountain. Walking out of the dense forest, there is a concrete winding mountain road in front of you. It happened that two tourists walked down from the top, and I walked out of the mountain forest, and they were startled: Why did you come up from here alone?

Uh, that's interesting. Before I could explain, they were far away.

Thinking that what they said was very reasonable, and looking at the infinite size of the fence surrounded by the concrete road, I decided to go down the mountain.

When you go down the mountain, you will face the Taal Monastery directly, and you will see it again and again. This time, I even saw the folding wall in the temple, and the three golden statues standing on the ridge of the big golden roof were even more clear, but I didn't understand what the honorific title was, and I felt majestic!

When I entered the hospital again, I was happy and relaxed. The first thing to do is to return to the main hall that I left because of the smell of ghee. Because, the lama who looked at me strangely, I couldn't let him feel that my actions were disrespectful.

Every hall of the Taal temple is scanned with a ticket. So when I do it the second time, it says: This ticket has already been entered.

I asked the lama next to me, "Can the master go in?"

He also looked at me and said, "Do you think you can come in?"

I replied to him in my heart: Of course I can.

I went back to the main hall just now. This time there were fewer people here, and I saw a few Tibetans with oil cans in their hands, chanting scriptures and adding oil to the lamps, and their expressions were so pious and peaceful.

I saw a Tibetan grandmother, holding a flat stack of one-yuan bills about 20cm thick in both hands, reciting the scriptures reverently in her mouth, and the expression on her face was so kind. I also saw a young Tibetan man pulling his toddler and reciting sutras around the main hall. He had come a long way because the skin on his feet had cracked, and his son, who was about four years old, was dressed in new clothes. And the attire of their father and son suggests that they are not herders, perhaps teachers. And what he and the herdsmen in the temple share is the firmness and concentration of their eyes. This is different from the Buddha worshippers seen in monasteries in the mainland.

The main hall is full of Tibetans who worship Buddha devoutly, and it is not appropriate for me to stay here too long. When I left the main hall, I saw that both sides of the door were full of Tibetans with long heads, and the wooden planks under them were clean and shiny, and there were long friction marks.

I happily walked to the prayer wheel on the side and spun happily. This is my first time turning a prayer wheel, and it's not the first time I've seen a prayer wheel.

I have been to some monasteries and Taal Temple is my favorite. Its buildings are very tall and majestic, all of them are high-rise compounds, and the plane area is very large! More importantly, the tall white walls and red doors in the temple are so pure, like the mirror of human nature, filtering my dust and impetuousness, and letting my soul rest in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. I felt very relaxed physically and mentally, which I didn't expect before I came to Taal Temple.

As he went out, he passed in front of the row of towers that he had come in. I saw three generations of a family coming this way. Their expressions attracted me. Their expressions were so solemn, and their steps were getting faster and faster, and the people who had entered the hospital together were now distancing. The man in his 60s was at the front, his wife followed closely behind, and their children were holding the old man of the family. The family is looking at the tower with both eyes, as if they have found a home after a long absence.

When he arrived at the tower, the man immediately prostrated himself on the ground and swallowed three long heads, and the ground rang. His wife burst into tears......

That's when I heard a tourist say, "She's crying."

Another voice said: This is faith.

Then the whole family came to the tower and prostrated themselves on the ground.

I follow this family because their attire and skin color indicate that they are all Tibetans who are highly educated, have good jobs, and have good jobs. Because they look Tibetan, the men wear Han tuft clothes, and the women's minority clothes look very high-end. Except for the man with a heavy complexion and long hair, the others did not have the usual plateau red, and were clean and unusual.

Seeing them like this, I was entangled in my heart: I knew that all Tibetans believed in Buddhism, but I didn't expect that they would believe in Buddhism to such an extent.

When I went to see the Danxia landform the next day, the tour guide said that the Tibetans here believe in Buddhism, and they look very poor, but in fact they are very rich, but they just give the money to the Buddha. If they earn 100,000 yuan from grazing this year, they can give 80,000 yuan to the Buddha, and only leave at least some of them to be enough. They used the 20,000 yuan to expand their grazing, and then happily grazed their cattle and sheep, hoping that they would have more babies so that they could give more income to the Buddha in the coming year.

The tour guide went on to say: Ta'er Monastery is the only monastery in the country that maintains the temple with a temple, and does not require any investment from the state, and all the income from the sale of tickets by Tibetans and monasteries is used to maintain and expand Ta'er Monastery and the life of the lamas of the whole monastery. Therefore, all Tibetans hope that they will earn more, make more offerings to the monasteries, make the golden body of the Buddha statue bigger, and make the main hall more brilliant. For this reason, they eat and sleep in the open and work hard to graze......

I was so excited by these words that I really wanted to return to Ta'er Monastery immediately. If nothing else, but to pay my respects to the disheveled and pious herdsmen.

The splendor of Ta'er Monastery in front of us is made by the hard work of Tibetan herdsmen!

At that time, in the temple, I saw some very old gatehouses, saw many places smashed the wall and dismantled, some did not understand, such a famous temple, how can there be so many dilapidated buildings, and the ones being demolished must be more dilapidated, but the Buddha statues in the hall are all golden.

Today's tour guide told the answer: the temple has saved money, so it will be used on the plastic gold Buddha first, so the Taer Temple is still under maintenance.

The tour guide's words made me go from excitement to uneasiness. I came from all this far to visit the Taal Temple, and I was just a tourist who sold tickets. And the fact that the large number of herders, because they don't need enough votes to enter, made me feel the difference in ethnic policy.

Only now do I understand that at Taal Monastery they are returning to their homes. We came to the same place, but the purpose is far different, they came to make the Taal Temple more brilliant, and we came to see the glory.

Originally, I felt sorry that I didn't see the Bodhi tree in the record, but now that I know that Ta'er Temple was built by the temple and the believers, the regret is even greater.