After about an hour and a half, the convoy went out on the road and drove forward along the route of the tourist bus, stopping from time to time to take a few photos.

When the car drove near Camp 3, it was nearly 3,000 meters above sea level.

"Everyone is fine, if you have altitude sickness, eat more sugar, and try not to use medicine. Altitude sickness is not a disease, and it can be passed by adapting to it. The convoy stopped on the side of the road, Yang Ming said.

"No problem. ”

Everyone's condition is fine, and nothing has happened.

"Let's take a picture together. Zhang Xiaoya said with a single-lens reflex, in addition to the teacher's work, this girl is also an amateur photographer, working part-time for a small magazine with a monthly volume of no more than 3,000.

"Good. ”

Everyone took a few photos in an open position, with the majestic snow-capped mountains as their backs.

"Yifei, I want to take a picture with you. Zhang Xiaoya said.

"Okay. Xiao Baozi does not refuse to come, and taking photos is part of her work.

took a few photos, and this girl didn't take a photo with her.

The three women in the team are all very beautiful, and when they are taken out individually, they are all very eye-catching beauties. But I'm afraid of contrasts between beauties, but if you put two women in a photo, you can see the difference at once.

So far, in the countless group photos of Xiao Baozi, other women have never stolen the limelight.

Temperament, no matter how good the plastic surgery technique is, it can't be done.

"Do you want to go mountaineering?" Yang Ming looked up at the snow-capped mountain and said to everyone.

"Huh?" the others shook their heads in unison, looking at him with expressions that you weren't sick. These people are self-aware, and none of them think that they can challenge the 7,000-meter peak.

These second-generation people are all pampered masters, and they usually lack exercise, and in comparison, Xiaobaozi is stronger than them. Let them go to the mountain, and they will have to paralyze before they are halfway through.

"Well, when I didn't say it. Yang Ming shrugged.

Since you don't climb the mountain, there is no need to stay at this scenic spot any longer, and when the convoy passed over the snowy mountain, the sea crossed four thousand meters, and several girls had a headache.

After crossing the unknown mountain, stopping all the way, we arrived at the production area of Kangding love songs, Kangding City, at noon.

After staying in Kangding for a long time, I hit the road again, crossed the Duozhi Mountain, and came to Xindu.

A mountain has four seasons and ten miles of different days.

An hour ago, it was a bitterly cold winter, but now it is spring with green mountains and clear waters.

The terrain has also changed from mountains to grasslands, with a wide field of vision, and the grass is even blue as far as the eye can see.

"We're camping here today. Little Bun said.

This idea of hers has been unanimously recognized by everyone.

It is close to Tagong Temple, and you can see the stone carvings of Tibetan scriptures and the round Tibetan temple tower, and there are Tibetan compatriots praying for blessings on the temple tower.

A few people drove and stopped near a river and set up camp.

The river is clear.

The large and small stones in the river are carved with Tibetan scriptures, which stretch for dozens of kilometers, which is very spectacular. This also shows the devotion of Tibetans to Buddhism here.

Yang Ming and Xiao Baozi walked along the riverside, their eyes swept over these unknown Tibetan characters, and their mood was extremely calm.

"Why don't you speak?" said Xiao Baozi.

"Let's go to Tagong Temple. Yang Ming said abruptly.

"Ugh!"

Xiao Baozi was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly said such a sentence, but still said, "Okay." ”

"We're going to Tagong Temple, are you going?" Yang Ming shouted to the others.

"We're not going, you guys go and have fun. ”

The men sat lazily on the stones, seemingly not wanting to move. After a day of playing, although most of the time was by car, I was still a little tired.

The temple is not far away, and from the camp, you can see the Buddhist temple complex.

"Alright, let's go. Yang Ming said while holding the waist of the little bun.

The two drove to the outside of the monastery and bought two tickets to enter the monastery.

This monastery is the Orba lineage monastery of the Sakya sect of Tibetan Buddhism, which has a history of more than 1,000 years and is one of the holy places of worship for Tibetans in the Kham region. There are nearly 100 pagodas of different shapes in the temple to form a tower, which is majestic and solemn.

At this time, it was already afternoon, and there were not many tourists in the temple, mostly some lamas and Tibetans who turned the scriptures.

Yang Ming took the little bun and walked towards the Juewo Palace.

There is also a legend of the reclining Buddha in this hall, it is rumored that when Princess Wencheng married Songtsen Gampo and took the reclining Buddha given by Li Shimin to pass through here, the Buddha statue actually took root and grew on the ground and was reluctant to leave. As a last resort, Princess Wencheng had no choice but to make an identical Buddha statue to stay in the local area. Legend has it that in the process of shaping, the lower body was just molded that day, and the upper body was naturally generated overnight! A new image was generated, and the original image was able to set off. This place is known as the Buddha Land.

In addition to the reclining Buddha, there is also a statue of Guanyin with a thousand hands and footprints left by Phags-pa.

Yang Ming suddenly jumped over the guardrail and stretched out his hand to press on the reclining Buddha.

A strange feeling arose spontaneously, and the Rama Inner Gong True Qi in his body automatically began to mobilize, and the operation was even faster than his usual cultivation.

Xu was in a trance, and it seemed that after a long time, Yang Ming heard Xiao Baozi's anxious cry: "What are you doing, come out quickly." ”

"Oh. ”

Yang Ming came back to his senses and hurriedly jumped out.

But his actions had already been seen by the lamas who were protecting the monastery, spit out a few words of Tibetan and shouted at Yang Ming.

Although they couldn't understand what they were saying, they knew that they must be reprimanding him.

"Don't be impulsive, I didn't break anything, I'll donate you more sesame oil money. Yang Ming hurriedly said, the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, he doesn't want to conflict with the local Tibetan people here.

Just when several lamas surrounded the two of them, a loud shout came from the door of the Buddha hall.

An old lama in a yellow monk's robe walked in and spoke a few words of Tibetan to them.

The temple protectors bowed their heads and recited the sound of the scriptures, and then withdrew.

"Hello master, we are tourists who have come to visit...... Yang Ming danced with his hands, trying to communicate with him.

The old lama said: "Don't worry, don't worry, you have a relationship with my Buddha, and Uncle Shi invites you to come to the inner hall to talk about it." "He speaks Mandarin fairly standardly.

Affinity with my Buddha?

Yang Ming felt panicked when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "Master, I don't want to become a monk yet. ”

The donor laughed, my religion does not require pilgrims to be ordained. The old lama looked kind and said with a smile: "The donor and I will know when we come." ”

"Okay. ”

Yang Ming and Xiao Baozi followed the old lama to a very ordinary tiled house behind the Buddha hall. On the way, he opened his attribute panel and glanced at it, and now there was a change in his attributes.

Strength and agility did not increase, but the spirit increased a little.

Could it be that the legend is true, and the reclining Buddha really has a spirit? Yang Ming muttered secretly in his heart.

The old lama pointed to the tiled house and said, "The donor, please, the uncle is inside." Female benefactor, please come with me to the guest house for a while. ”

"Oh, Sissy, you wait for me, if you don't wait, you can go back by yourself. Yang Ming said.

"I see. Little Bun said.

Yang Ming nodded, pushed open the wooden door and entered the room.

The furnishings in the house were very simple, except for a wooden table, there were only two futons, and a lama in his forties and fifties was sitting on one of the futons, and when he saw Yang Ming come in, he smiled at him and raised his hand to point to the futon opposite.

Yang Ming sat down cross-legged on the futon and said, "Master, what are you looking for me for?"

The man smiled and said nothing, but picked up a prayer wheel and shook it, and said something in his mouth.

Yang Ming shouted softly: "Master, master......"

I don't understand what you're reading.

The lama on the other side ignored him and continued to recite the scriptures.

Seeing this situation, Yang Ming didn't want to leave directly, so he sat on the futon and looked at the lama. He could see that this lama was just an ordinary person, and his physique was not beyond the limits of ordinary people.

As long as it is an ordinary person, it is a harmless product to him.

In this way, Yang Ming looked at the lama absentmindedly, and slowly, the scriptures recited by the lama reached his ears.

Yang Ming began to wander into the world, countless distracting thoughts came out of his mind, his thoughts flew wildly, and he didn't know what he thought.

By the time he came to his senses, the middle-aged lama was gone.

"What about people, when did they leave?"

Yang Ming was a little shocked in his heart, looked left and right, stood up, pushed the door and left.

As soon as he went out, Yang Ming was startled.

It was dark.

Yang Ming hurriedly took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and exclaimed: "No, I just lost my mind for a while, and three hours have passed." I wonder what happened to Xixi?"

Thinking of this, he hurried towards the way he came.

As soon as I was halfway there, I met the old lama in yellow on the road.

"Hello Master, my friend. Yang Ming shouted.

"Donor, please come with me, your friend is waiting for you. The old lama said.

"Good. ”

Yang Ming followed the old lama out, and asked again: "Master, that person is your uncle, how can I look at him younger than you." ”

"Although Uncle Shi is young, he is older than me. Uncle Shi is the secret disciple of the 10th **, and the presiding job of looking for the 11th ** is the presiding officer of the 11th **. The old lama said with a smile, not as solemn and unsmiling as Yang Ming imagined.

He took out a bracelet made of stones and said, "This is what Uncle Shi asked me to give to you." ”

The bracelet is made up of more than a dozen finger-sized stone beads, which are engraved with dense Tibetan characters.

Yang Ming took the bracelet and asked, "What is this?"

The old lama said: "This is something carved by Uncle Shi himself, it can be regarded as a handicraft, you can take it as a memorial, don't care too much." ”

"Ugh. Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, he originally thought that the old lama would tell him a legend or read a scripture, but he didn't expect him to directly say that it was a handicraft, but it was really sincere.

"Oh, by the way, can I ask, do the Buddha statues in your hall really have spirits?" Yang Ming asked again.

The old lama said: "I don't know about this! Ten thousand people make a pilgrimage, and stones can also become Buddhas. ”

"Makes sense!"

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