The next morning, the sky in Lhasa was still gray-blue, but it was rare that there was no rain. Yan Leng and Cen Ge bid farewell to their Tibetan villagers and walked to the Potala Palace.

The place where they live is not too close to the Potala Palace, but they are not afraid of getting lost, because the Potala Palace is located and you can see it at a glance from anywhere in Lhasa City. The Potala Palace is like a beacon for pilgrims, standing in the sky where thousands of people look up, but if you are sincere, you can always touch the holy place in your heart.

Those who have not been to Lhasa will not understand the magnificence and mystery of the Potala Palace, and those who have not seen monks shaking prayer cylinders on the clean streets will not know why the Potala Palace is a holy place.

Yan Leng and Cen Ge didn't speak all the way as if they had said yes, but they just walked towards the Potala Palace unhurriedly, and no one broke the tranquility on the street and the distance in their hearts.

I don't know how long I walked, and before I knew it, I walked to the foot of the Potala Palace, and along the way, there were so many pilgrims to worship the Potala Palace.

Cen Ge's hand gently brushed the thousand-year-old red wall, rough and a little prickly, but it couldn't resist the thousand-year-old wind, frost and lightning strikes that still stood in the highest bosom, and it was the bosom that only belonged to the Potala Palace.

Yan Leng and Cen Ge interlocked their fingers and ascended the Potala Palace step by step.

They didn't prostrate and bow down like those pilgrims, they just walked up step by step, not far away, but every step up, their hearts were more firm.

When Cen Ge stood on a high place, looking back at the pilgrims who were thousands of miles away, he only felt pious and admired, when people were able to overcome all difficulties and obstacles, prostrate and prostrate, just for that firm and persistent faith, he had become a Buddha.

When Cen Ge was moved and shocked by these pilgrims, what he didn't know was that Yan Leng in his previous life was also one of them, from the capital to Lhasa, 4,500 kilometers of kneeling and prostrating, year after year, day after day, just for one thing, at that time, he was like a madman in the eyes of others, but as far as he was concerned, he was already crazy the moment he lost Cen Ge.

When he knelt down again and again, bowed, and prostrate, it was so boring in the eyes of others, but who knew that his heart was full of the shadow of Cen Ge at that time, and for more than three years, he did not forget jì, did not look down, did not blur, and was more profound. He watched the story of him and Cen Ge over and over again like watching a movie, he measured everything he had one by one, only to find out in the end that everything he had become meaningless because of Cen Ge's dissipation, and if he could let their story continue, he was really willing to give everything.

Yan Leng is such a person, he doesn't want many people to be like that, he cares about everything, he wants everything, what he cares about, what he wants, there will always be only one.

Yan Leng looked at these pilgrims, as if he was out of his mind, and it wasn't until Cen Ge and his finger-interlocked hands gently clenched that he realized that the sky was bright.

Yan Leng smiled at Cen Ge and shook it back gently, with all the red threads in his two lives, he asked for the love of the person in front of him, can he exchange it for a silent love and quiet joy?

Yan Leng and Cen Ge walked upwards step by step, as if they were walking on a floating cloud, but every step was so steady.

The rows of prayer wheels seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time, waiting for a gentle touch, but as if they had nothing to do with them, nothing waiting, as if they had been waiting there all along.

I don't know how many prayer wheels there are, and I don't know how many times the six-character mantra has been chanted on behalf of others, and how much sincerity is pinned on it.

Cen Ge gently plucked the warp cylinder, silently, not a person in the sect, but a wish in his heart.

After walking a road, Cen Ge found that Yan Leng had just been interlocking his fingers with him, and wanted to let go of his hand and let him go through the meridian road again, but Yan Leng held it tighter and was unwilling to let go.

A man turns the prayer wheel to eliminate the karmic karma of his previous life, but he has turned the prayer wheel over and over again in his previous life before he starts over again in this life, but he does not want to eliminate this karmic karma. Holding his fingers tightly with the person next to him is the karma of his previous life, all the fruits he planted in his previous life, he is willing to repay them one by one in this life, if the karma in the previous life has not disappeared, then he only wants to be burned by the karmic fire in his life, this heart does not change, he does not regret it, he does not regret it in this life, he does not regret it in this life.

Cen Ge wanted to persuade the person next to him, but he was dragged forward by this person and ran straight to the main hall of the Potala Palace.

At the entrance of the main hall of the Potala Palace, there was a big lama and a few small lamas, who seemed to be preaching and debating, and everyone was watching.

Yan Leng and Cen Ge also blended into the crowd, listening to a Han man who knew Tibetan in front of them convey it to everyone.

It turns out that these lamas are all monks of Sera Monastery, and today they are debating the sect, and the big lama sitting is a senior monk of Sera Monastery and a member of the sect, and the rest of the people have to debate with him until they disagree with him, or they can find out the true meaning of the Dharma.

I couldn't understand what the little lama said, but I saw my right hand raised high back, and the left hand slapped each other to make a crisp sound, and then stretched out my right hand down to the other party and pulled it up, the little lama on the opposite side showed joy on his face, put his hands together, and left happily after giving a salute to the big lama.

Another little lama said a long sentence to the big lama, and the Han translator explained that he was asking the great lama, are you just hitting each other with two palms, is it impermanent, yes or no?

Yan Leng and Cen Ge were both waiting for the Grand Lama's answer, only to see the Grand Lama simply say, Hey! ）

The little lama laughed loudly, but it startled Cen Ge, and the little lama asked, but look at the pillars of the Potala Palace, it was there thousands of years ago, and it is still there, how can it be said that it is impermanent?

Ren the little lama smiled harshly, but the big lama was unmoved, still sitting on the ground with the same face as usual, patting the back of his right hand on his left palm, and said, "You, me, and they, like that pillar, live in the eyes of the Buddha every day, and the mustard seeds of Sumeru are all in the eyes of the Buddha." ”

The little lama refused to give up, and said again, "You are not a Buddha, how can you know impermanence?"

"If you have a Buddha in your heart, you can check the true meaning. ”

"Then what is the true meaning of my Buddha? ”

"The Buddha said, don't say it. ”

"If the Buddha doesn't say it, how can he find out the true meaning?"

"The Buddha said, I don't speak, I know it in my heart. ”

The little lama was a little angry, only to see the big lama holding the rosary in one hand, and turning the prayer cylinder steadily with the other hand, without making a sound, the little lama gradually quieted down, took out the prayer cylinder, shook it gently like the big lama, bowed to the big lama, and turned away.

Yan Leng and Cen Ge looked at each other and smiled, walked through the crowd, followed the little lama, and walked towards Sera Temple.

The two of them had a meal in Sera Monastery, and lived in a side room where even the color of wood had faded, and the Tibetan incense lingered on their bodies, even if they were two ordinary people, they seemed to be far away from the world.

There are no passionate kisses, no passionate entanglements, and some just hug and sleep on a temple kang.

In the eyes of the Buddha, there are all living beings and all kinds of things in the world, so I don't think I care about their disrespect.