Entering the West Sea, we have reached the plateau.

As far as the eye can see, there are yellow meadows and dry and frozen shallows, a magnificent sky covered with boundless clouds, and in the distance are endless mountains, and the white snow can be faintly seen on the top of the mountain, as if it is a fairyland far away from the world.

The cold and windy winter plateau, desolation and desolation have almost become the only theme, but Su Ziyu is completely immersed in such a magnificent landscape,

I often walk for most of the day and can't see half a figure, only the cliffs, intersections, and ravines flutter with colorful prayer cloths, and the shoulders and mandibles of cows are hung on the trees, and scriptures are engraved on them, and the wind blows and makes a rattling sound, as if there are monks chanting scriptures everywhere.

Walking in such a lonely world, Su Ziyu's heart is also clean and pure.

After a few more days, a clear, pure, boundless ice field suddenly appeared in view. When I got closer, I saw clearly that it was a blue glacial lake, with a radius of 100,000 kilometers, and there was no edge to see at all.

The vast expanse of blue waves is smoothed by the power of heaven and earth, showing the holiness of the ice soul, the surface of the lake with thick ice layer is as clean as a mirror, reflecting the brilliant sky, and the shore is crushed ice, which is like the legendary holy lake.

"It turned out to be Qinghai Lake, and the legend said that the Yao Pond of the Queen Mother of the West, no wonder such ice and snow are holy. ”

Su Ziyu's mind was also shocked by such a magnificent heaven and earth that could not be described in words, and he only felt that the whole world had been purified, as if he had traveled to the Ice Age.

On the shore of the holy Qinghai Lake, you can occasionally see backpackers who drive or ride, and they are obviously people who are not afraid of the cold and enjoy the holy lake in winter. When these people saw Su Ziyu, who was dressed in thin linen clothes and walked barefoot short, they all showed eyes mixed with admiration, reverence and shock, and some even secretly took out their cameras and mobile phones to take pictures.

Su Ziyu did not stop their move. Still walking on his own. Soon he understood why these backpackers had such expressions, because on the shore of the vast ice and snow holy lake, there were actually some monks in robes, extremely pious and bowing all the way!

These monks, even if it is cold, do not wear leather jackets or boots. They are all cloth clothes, at most felt clothes and brown shirts made of wool, not afraid of the cold and biting bones, and their expressions are pious and solemn.

"There is a strong religious atmosphere here, and it seems that the monks are reluctant to accept the fact that leather jackets and boots require the slaughter of livestock. They bow down all the way around Qinghai Lake, which is also a way of cultivation. ”

Su Ziyu knew that these were all ascetic-style characters, and they didn't pay attention to gorgeous enjoyment. With the respect of the pilgrimage in the heart, the self-cultivation is carried out in this way. After a few conversations with one of the monks, he realized that there was an isolated island in the middle of Qinghai Lake, an ancient temple with a white pagoda inhabited by Tibetans and ascetics from all over the world, living a secluded life.

Due to the holiness of Qinghai Lake, Haixinshan Island is peerlessly independent. Since ancient times, ascetics have chosen this isolated treasure land to participate in meditation and Taoism, which is the holy place in their hearts.

An isolated island in the middle of the lake, an ancient temple and a white tower. can't help but make Su Ziyu yearn for it.

The ascetic monk told Su Ziyu that the holy lake in spring and summer is clear and pure, with vast smoke and waves, and is beautiful, but Haixinshan Island is not accessible by ferry. There are only once a month supply ships, and at the same time they are not open to tourists. The only way to get to the island is to cross the lake in winter, on foot or by car.

After asking the direction, Su Ziyu did not hesitate to go to Haixinshan Island.

Step on a thick glacial lake. The monks on the shore of the lake gradually became a black dot and then disappeared.

The sky began to drift with wind and snow again, slowly covering the holy lake in winter with a layer of whiteness.

Su Ziyu walked slowly on the ice lake, and after nightfall, there was a vast expanse everywhere, and people were like ants floating on the ******, unable to find the direction, and did not understand where they would go.

Fortunately, he did not lose his way, and when it was almost dawn, he suddenly saw from a distance that in the center of the pure white world, a mountain stone was pulled up, which was abrupt and natural, as holy as the Lingxiao Palace towering in the sea of clouds.

The world is vast, the ice lake is boundless, and in the wind and snow, this isolated and isolated mountain island is full of harmony and quiet artistic conception, which makes people can't bear to destroy.

After approaching, only to see clearly that this mountain stone is only two or three kilometers long and wide, the shape is like a conch, the top is seventy or eighty meters higher than the glacial lake, the mountain seems to be dominated by granite, slightly milky white, you can see the ancient temple white tower on the top of the mountain at a glance, as if stepping into the fairyland.

Su Ziyu was refreshed, walked on the mountain island, and did not go far when he saw an ascetic monk wearing a robe in the cave on the hillside.

When the monk saw him, he didn't speak, just smiled and nodded.

Looking around, Su Ziyu found that except for the ancient temple on the top of the mountain, there are no buildings on the island, only caves and simple mud houses everywhere, such a difficult environment is really unimaginable to ordinary people.

But judging from the expressions and demeanors of these monks seen along the way, they were all happy, and there was no sign of sorrow.

"It is admirable that these monks, who have lived in such harsh living conditions all year round, have been able to calm their minds, practice Buddhism, and participate in meditation. It seems that they are able to maintain a submissive heart in the face of harsh conditions. The Dharma brings them happiness far more than the hardships of the natural environment. ”

From the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, even if the road is difficult to navigate, it only takes three to five minutes.

Su Ziyu was surprised to find that in addition to a golden statue of Padmasambhava more than 30 meters high, and the most eye-catching white pagoda, there were only some simple huts that seemed to be different from the foot of the mountain, standing alone on the top of the lonely mountain in the middle of the lake.

It was only six or seven o'clock, and the nuns had already begun their daily morning service, and were sitting in one of the largest houses to give lectures. Such a scene seems to be depressed, but the morning bell and dusk drum are still a faction of dignity.

At the first glance of seeing the presiding officer of the Lotus Nunnery, Master Zeren Nun, Su Ziyu knew that the other party was definitely not simple.

This bhikshuni, whose age is not clear, looks like he is no more than forty or fifty years old, but his skin and forehead are smooth, and he does not have the black and red face of ordinary plateau residents who have been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, and his demeanor is calm, just like the peerless and independent Haixin Mountain Island under his feet, without half a breath of fireworks.

On the contrary, the other young nuns, ranging from their teens to their thirties and forties, were all lean and black-faced, but their eyes were bright, they were full of energy, and their gestures were full of exuberance.

Seeing Su Ziyu suddenly appearing, Nun Zeren was not surprised, as if he was greeting the other nuns in the temple, smiled slightly and waved his hand, signaling him to sit cross-legged and join them.

These nuns all chant in Tibetan, so Suzi did not understand the specific meaning of the scriptures, but they could feel the devotion of the nuns.

The chanting lasted for about half an hour and finally ended.

"If you want to practice from afar, you can live in caves and huts in the mountains. ”

Nun Zeren's voice was calm and her gaze was leisurely.

She didn't say anything specific, and it seemed that the same way was for the dervishes who came from afar.

Su Ziyu just wanted to answer, but his face suddenly changed, he listened for a moment, and said with a somewhat apologetic expression: "I'm sorry." Master Zeren, those people outside may have been brought in by me and disturbed your purification. I'll go out and deal with it first. ”

Master Zeren's eyes flickered and he nodded slightly.

At this time, between the courtyards outside the house, there was already a circle of dozens of Tibetans wearing robes, led by a young man with blond hair, his eyes were green, and he looked at Su Ziyu who walked out of the door.

"You are Su Ziyu, you have ruined the big things of my secret sect, and you will die here today!" (To be continued.) )