There was an old lama, slowly walking through the hall, it should be cleaning up things, the light projected by the skylight was a little gray, after all, it was the first time to come into contact with such a mysterious scene, Wu Wending was still very interested, and raised his legs to cross the threshold.

The wall on the inside of the door was completely dark, and a thick arm stretched out, startling Wu Wending.

With a smiling face and hair shorter than a plate, it was a young lama in his thirties, who didn't say anything, just shook his head.

Wu Wending didn't force it, so he took a step back and stood on the threshold to look.

The lama didn't stop it, it seemed that his duty was to limit it to the threshold, and looked at Wu Wending with a smile.

Standing forty centimeters tall doesn't necessarily mean you can see much, but the lama looked at the green ribbon around Wu Wending's neck, and sighed.

Wu Wending looked at him, and when he saw him staring at his neck, he knew that there was a door: "It was given to me by the little living Buddha of Dalun Temple, and I accompanied him for an afternoon." ”

The lama folded with him, and Wu Wending knew that he could go in, so he tentatively stretched out his right foot, but did not stop it, and his heart was very happy.

In fact, it's really dark inside, I can't see what there is, but there is such a special treatment, there is no reason not to have a good tour.

Who knew that the stupid-looking young lama was very knowledgeable, followed behind, and turned on the light.

Wu Wending almost wanted to walk with his hands behind his back and his stomach up, but he still had to take pictures with a camera.

The feeling of heaviness fills every corner, and the smell of ghee in the air is full of the divine factor. Unnaturally, Wu Wending slowed down and tried to be as light as possible. Knowing not to go to the main podium, the thangkas on the outer walls made him full of interest.

Basically, they tell all kinds of stories of gods and demons, generally a certain treasure and solemn Bodhisattva in the middle, because the area is relatively large, there are many narrative small patterns around, Wu Wending picked up the camera to see the young man nodded, and then he chose to take a few photos, it is estimated that the imaging is a little shaky, because he does not dare to turn on the flash.

One of the picture details caught his attention, because it was usually the exploit of fighting Jiao and subduing the tiger, and a young-looking bodhisattva was restrained under the throne of a man dressed as a Han warrior monk. A somewhat contradictory plot is rare.

The young man saw that he was paying special attention, and finally opened his mouth to undertake the tour guide business: "This is the living Buddha of our sixth prodigy Tuyi Nyima. The low voice is exactly the voice that Wu Wending has always wanted to have, the hoarse accent of a mature male that is the favorite of American movies in Brando.

Wu Wending gently knocked on the scene, and the professional tour guide followed: "This is the master, the supreme merit of subduing the thieves who have done evil in all directions, and keeping the peace of the party, at that time, ......" I feel that if I don't open my mouth, it turns out to be a chatterbox.

Wu Wending raised the camera, framed on this thangka, a little closer, back a little, not enough, and then retreated, so the back of his head slammed into a pillar wrapped in a red and gold fabric, and an inconspicuous spike touched his scalp first. Wu Wending only had time to think about "I really should burn more incense ......" and fainted.

When he woke up, what he saw was the innocent expression of the young man: "It seems that a nail has been hit by the back of your head." "Look at how skillful that is.

Wu Wending closed his eyes again and calmed down for a moment before he wanted to stand up, his mind was very messy now, it was really messy.

Looking at the appearance of the young man, he should have only fainted for a short while, but he just felt that after hundreds of years, countless scene fragments were like packaged compressed folders pierced into his mind.

The reason for the chaos is that there are two people's perspectives that constantly appear in turn, and the two people are facing each other, one standing and one sitting, the height is different, and it feels very chaotic to change the perspective.

One of the red-clothed lamas was a little old, sitting cross-legged, holding a string of Buddhist beads, his eyes were peaceful, his lips moved slightly, he was supposed to be chanting, and the right side of the diagonally exposed style was a bright yellow sleeveless shirt with red trim, which was evident to be a lama of status, and the other hand was on his waist, as if he was about to pull out a gun at any moment.

The other one who looked at him was a Han Chinese, who looked a little younger than the lama, dressed in black, standing and walking non-stop, with a strong figure but no loss of agility.

The scene is also chaotic and constantly changing, but they are all around the temple, and the age span is quite large. The senescence changes that appear from certain supporting roles of the lamas feel spanned hundreds of years. The two protagonists have not changed, and the supporting characters have not seen the appearance of the protagonists, and there are even supernatural scenes that pass by.

Wu Wending could feel the lama's serene state of mind across all times, while the Han monk gradually moved from excitement, excitement, anger, and irritability to a calm mental journey.

Wu Wending can also feel an extraordinary sense of familiarity with everything around him, which is nonsense, watching a movie that has always been filmed on one or two mountains for hundreds of years, and no one is unfamiliar with it. Although the film was now poured into his mind in an instant.

Wu Wending only felt that his bones and muscles were constantly contracting and expanding, could it be that he had hit some cranial nerve, causing his whole body to be disordered now? Wu Wending, who was thinking wildly, had a little headache, he really felt a little pain, not the injury in the back of his head, but the whole head. Holding on to the wall and slowly standing up, his right hand touched the thangka, he subconsciously moved his hand, and looked at the past, the scene of the two monks of Han and Tibet made him seem familiar.

The young man helped him and walked to the door to see if it was better to bask in the sun.

Wu Wending was a little weak: "What is the name of the living Buddha on the thangka just now?"

The Qingzhuang Lama is very competent: "We are the sixth prodigy living Buddha of Nazhu Monastery, Master Tuyi Nyima. ”

"Guru Tuyi Nyima?" "Dorje?" The next Tibetan sentence he said was so smooth that Wu Wending was startled.

The young lama became a little respectful and admiring: "That was the initiation given by the virtuous master before the official ordination of the guru. Have you heard of it too?"

Wu Wending didn't know anything, his brain was still a mess, and he just said it subconsciously.

The two walked to the door, Wu Wending crossed the threshold with difficulty, passed through the porch, the sun was overwhelming, and at noon in August, it was not just a warm grade, it was a little hot.

But the heat felt by his body made Wu Wending's mind feel a burst of joy from the bottom of his heart. In line with this sense of pleasure, Wu Wending slowly walked to the corner of the wall, spread his body, and let the sunlight shine evenly on his body, the inexplicable changes in his body just now made him feel very weak, basking in the sun, and receiving some solar energy may be a good thing.

Tao Yaling glanced at him strangely, ran over, and squatted in front of him: "Are you uncomfortable?" I had a special meeting at school before to emphasize that in the plateau area, any physical discomfort will lead to serious consequences, so it is necessary to take precautions.

Wu Wending raised his eyes and saw that Tao Yaling didn't speak, and the ponytail was blowing a little bit again, which was so good-looking.

Tao Yaling was a little anxious, and made a rare move: "Talking, is there altitude sickness, dizziness or what?"

Wu Wending laughed slowly: "I'm fine, I just feel happy, I'm really happy." ”

Tao Yaling's hand was still on Wu Wending's forehead: "There is no fever, how can you feel your pulse beating when you touch your forehead?"

Wu Wending didn't speak again, yes, all the blood vessels are beating violently and suddenly, if you touch your temples, you will feel more happy.

Tao Yaling's eyes turned a little red: "What the hell is going on with you, what are you doing when you don't see anyone for a while?"

The young lama had a voiceover that had no eyesight: "He fainted in the Buddha hall just now." ”

Tao Yaling was startled, jumped up and turned around to approach the lama: "What's the matter? He's in good health?"

The young lama was also startled: "It's nothing, it's just that the back of the head hit the pillar." ”

Wu Wending pulled Tao Yaling's clothes corner: "Send a little bit~~~~"

Tao Yaling was angry: "When, are you still joking, does your head still hurt." "When I squatted down, my breath was no longer roaring.

Wu Wending said: "You let him accompany me, and I will bask in the sun." You emphasize to everyone that you have to gather together and go to the temple on the other side and then move freely, otherwise it is easy to find no one. ”

Tao Yaling was a little impatient: "Are you really okay? There is no doctor here." When you remember, I've already told you. ”

took off Wu Wending's satchel and put it on his waist, but he still stood up and walked towards his classmates.

Wu Wending felt as if his body could hear the crackling singing. There is a feeling of recharging, and the strength and spirit are being enriched little by little. He looked up at the lama next to him and smiled.

The young lama never walked away, and when he saw his eyes, he also smiled and came over and sat down against the wall.

"Yangba?"

"Hmm, how do you know my name is Yangba?"

Wu Wending looked at the nearby trees and the mountain peaks in the distance, his eyes fell back to the mouth of the main hall, and said softly in Tibetan: "That was placed there when I was eighteen years old." ”