Walking to the square in front of the main hall, many Tibetans lined up on the cement floor are kowtowing their heads, some of them are wearing sheepskin covers, some are tire leather, some are wooden blocks, and some are simply two bricks, all of which are smooth and slippery without exception.

The students squatted in a row under the corner of the wall by the side door, and a few foreigners were also together. Just like a group of happy beggars who had found lunch and enjoyed the sun in the afternoon, Wu Wending hurriedly took pictures, and Lin Ling also hurriedly squatted over to be a beggar.

Tao Yaling didn't, she wore a white round-brimmed sun hat with a wide brim, basically covering her shoulders so that she wouldn't get sunburned. So standing against the wall, the hat was a little crooked. She is good at sketching, and this time a small A4 size sketchbook is basically finished. Now he is sketching the image of an old woman with a long bow.

She is accustomed to using a fountain pen, putting down the nib of the pen, a few wide ink blots pose in a general shape, standing up the pen, connecting the slender lines, and adding a few details, the old pious atmosphere makes Lin Ling who stands up envious.

Wu Wending walked behind the two of them: "Is there something wrong?"

Tao Yaling was a little cold: "You're still not the class leader?

Wu Wending was a little baffled: "Everyone is wandering around." ”

Tao Yaling flashed an angle and criticized face-to-face: "Your sketching process this time does not have the work attitude you were responsible for before. ”

Wu Wending still couldn't figure it out: "It's like this every time, isn't there still you." ”

Tao Yaling said bitterly: "In the past, you were at least near the teacher, pay attention to what is going on with us, but this time there is basically no one everywhere." ”

Wu Wending carried out self-criticism: "I came two days late, and I didn't enter the state, but fortunately I have you, I have worked hard for you." ”

Tao Yaling's tone finally softened: "You also know that I work hard, Lao Chen doesn't care about anything, you did it before contacting accommodation and arranging vehicles." ”

Wu Wending smiled: "I'm also lazy for a while." "The sketching of the Academy of Fine Arts has to come out every semester, and it should not be limited to the holidays, mainly depending on the scenery of the destination, this is the second time they have gone to school, and Wu Wending, the class leader, is the first time to go out to sketch and go back to the unanimous election. In that sketching activity, he arranged all the links from the beginning, so that the professional teacher who was originally more annoying and curious about the new students had a good time and concentrated on completing his own creative composition, and he was full of praise when he went back to the department. In fact, Wu Wending has been doing these things when he goes out sketching in several attached middle schools.

Tao Yaling said the right thing: "Lao Chen said that the morning class is about to end, and all the lamas are coming out, which is very spectacular, and I call everyone to pay attention to it." ”

So the three of them also retreated to the corner to find a place.

After a while, the bell did not ring, but the Tibetans who kowtowed to the long body first moved, bowed up one by one, gathered on the porch in front of the main hall, and lay down on the wooden floor, more than 20 or 30 meters long, and four or five meters deep on the wooden porch soon lay dozens of hundreds of Tibetans, and the Tibetans who did not lie down also retreated to the square, and quietly listened to the sound of chanting scriptures from the main hall.

The sound of the scriptures here is different from the type of golden hut on the top of the mountain, lower and thicker, if the chanting sound just now is a sledgehammer, smashing heavily on your heart, the current sound of the scriptures is a tide, with the power of the tide of the Qiantang River, not surging, but slowly pushing over, until you are submerged.

The volume is also a little louder, after all, such a large hall does not know how many lamas can be accommodated. Suddenly, the sound stopped, and a distant single voice sounded, accompanied by the sound of dangdang percussion, and it was over.

The students chose the angle and prepared to use their cameras to capture the scene of the lamas pouring out like a tide, and the main entrance was concentrated at the side gate because there were many Tibetans worshipping. Only Wu Wending and the three of them were on the corner facing the main entrance because Tao Yaling had just painted the old woman, and Wu Wending said that the image of the elderly is easier to shape and impress the viewer than the young people, and they want to grasp something different.

As a result, they really have material, and it's still a very different material.

Almost all lamas came out of the main gate and stepped on the Tibetans!

Lin Ling's mouth opened and almost didn't close, and Tao Yaling didn't react, just kept looking at the old woman in a daze.

Wu Wending was okay, the camera did not stop to select the scene, and a few of them were still lying on the ground looking up to shoot, even close to the prone Tibetans to see what they felt from their perspective.

Not to mention that there are hundreds of young lamas who come out in an orderly manner, all of them are over ten years old and not more than thirty years old, and the main hall has a threshold about 40 centimeters high, and there are many Tibetans lying densely in front of the threshold, and the more they get to the door, the more dense it is.

Except for some lamas who carefully picked up the open space between Tibetans' prone reckoning and walked away, many of them stepped directly on their bodies, and some of them were discussing some academic issues as they walked, and more of them had no expression, as if their feet were not human bodies but floors, and only a very few naughty little lamas jumped around to avoid human bodies.

The old woman was on the porch, near the railing, not the middle area with the most traffic, but she was still stepped on several times. The bones of the elderly are relatively much more brittle, and the muscles are also relaxed, and they do not have such a good cushioning ability, which looks scary. Among the Tibetans waiting next to them, two young men seemed to be prepared, and they took a wooden plank to carry the people out, but a girl next to them grabbed them and said something.

Wu Wending only found out at this time that there were already a few door panel-like things prepared there in the corner, and it seemed that someone was still injured every time, but he didn't know how the injury was. It is important to know that the casualty rate of stampede accidents among the general crowd is very high.

The students and visitors at the side gate only then found out what they had found at the main gate and ran over one after another.

"Damn...... Rely on ......" Feng Lei was a little incoherent. Wang Lan, who ran over to see the situation, also covered her mouth in surprise, otherwise she would have to scream.

Lao Chen looked like a red light with half a catty of wine on his face, and he excitedly kept recording with the camera, and only he used a single-lens reflex camera, or a reversal film.

Lin Ling took a few steps forward, wanting to pull the old woman.

Wu Wending turned around and grabbed her arm, pointing at the young man over there.

Tao Yaling was calm, and Lala Wu Wending pointed to the foreigners, who were filming the whole process with a small handheld camera. Wu Wending looked at it and shook his head and said, "Religious ceremonies, foreign countries are more tragic than this. ”

The crowd of lamas soon dispersed, but a few middle-aged lamas stayed behind and bent over to move through the crowd, not knowing whether to check for injuries or to touch the top to bless them.

Some Tibetans who looked relatively sturdy waited for a while before getting up, kneeling on the ground and bowing and walking away, while some were still uncomfortable and waited for a while before getting up one after another. The plank group went up, and the people who carried it away were basically the elderly, not many, three or four, and the old woman was carried away by those two, who were estimated to be her sons. Because they had been paying attention to her, Wu Wending and the others saw the old woman lying on the wooden board with a smile on her face, her eyes looking at the sky, and a string of Buddhist beads moving in her right hand.

The crowd of spectators also dispersed one after another.

Lin Ling was a little tearful: "The old woman is so pitiful!"

Wu Wending didn't have any expression: "She is much happier than you now." ”

Lin Ling wanted to wipe his eyes and felt embarrassed, so he raised his head and squinted: "I think I'm very happy now." ”

Tao Yaling looked at her sketchbook and lifted the frame of her glasses: "How many photos did you take just now?" Go back and wash one for me." ”

Wu Wen nodded fixedly, and slowly walked to the door of the main hall, where a few shoes were littered on the ground.

He slowly turned around and sat down on the threshold, his faith actually touching him greatly.

He has no faith, he is not even a member of the middle school, and now the department has asked him whether he should apply for the qualification of probationary party membership as a class leader, but he has no response. Because I never felt that there was anything wrong with not having faith. But at this moment, he felt that the power of faith was beyond his imagination.

The light inside the porch was covered by a huge hemp curtain with a black and white frame more than ten meters high, so it was a little dim.

Looking out, the sun was shining in the square outside, and the tourists were discussing the wonders just now, Tao Yaling was counting the number of people, and looked back at this side, probably complaining and not seeing him do things. Lin Ling was still wandering around the plank group. Zhang Feng was on the neck of Ka Feng Lei, he came a little late and didn't see the grand occasion. Other students were also chattering, a lively scene.

Looking back, he saw the inside of the hall for the first time. Although it was dark, you could still see through the skylight in the center. The wooden floor is gray and white, not as clean as that Brother Yixiu scrubs every day, the rows of square pillars are wrapped in red and gold textiles, and the belts of various colors have sharp corners like a doubled necktie, neatly hung everywhere from heaven to earth, and it seems that the huge space is not empty at all. The dome of the caisson is striped, because it is too dark to see the color, and on the ground is a row of neat rectangular cushions, about ten meters long, one meter wide, and more than twenty centimeters thick, it seems that the lamas are sitting on this. There weren't a few lights, they were all very usual small wattage incandescent lamps. I can vaguely see the golden splendor of the main lecture under the skylight, and the living Buddha should be sitting there, right? Thinking of the little living Buddha in Dalun Temple, the corners of Wu Wending's mouth are a little upturned.

Black, white, and gray are all around, and Wu Wending feels that it is really a bit Zen.