Ancient loess stone bricks isolate the piligmir city into an isolated place.

Entering the pilgrimage city, more stone-made houses are displayed in front of several people's eyes, here, there are no high-rise buildings from the outside world, the whole city is less than three meters of bungalows, the pilgrimage believers seen along the way are more dense here, the incense in the nose and the chanting of believers one after another, every detail shows the mystery of the pilgrimage city and the sacredness that is difficult to reach in the mortal world.

Only one building in the city was the tallest, and it went beyond the low houses in the city and beyond the city walls. It is a pilgrimage palace, which has gathered the faith and wealth of all believers in Tibetan and Qiang Prefecture for thousands of years, and stands in the center of the city to welcome the worshippers who come from all directions.

Its style is very different from any building in the Han Empire, boxy, the lines are particularly tough, but under each of its eaves are tied with strips of cloth of various colors, it is said that it is left by the door of believers who worship every year, and the new cloth covers the old cloth, day after day, year after year.

As a result, the building with black bricks and white walls has countless magnificence, and its magnificence is not comparable to the world.

Step by step on the stone steps, the brick surface under your feet is dusty, and every brick of it, even the gaps, is reflecting the sunlight from the sky. This is a miracle created by the believers who come to worship, and their bodies, clothes, hands and feet, and foreheads are wiped with great polish.

For Bo Jinchen and the others who climbed the stairs, they did not squint, they still continued their crawling forward, one step at a time, compared to the one step at a time, their distances are shorter, their faces are more solemn, and the divine light between their eyebrows is becoming more and more pious.

However, Jiang Minzheng, who followed Ivy and Bo Jinchen on the stairs, trembled with every step, as if he felt that it was a sin to stand next to these extremely devout believers on this staircase. Fortunately, his well-trained hands over the years, holding the camera in his hand without half a minute of trembling, recorded the sacredness and solemnity of the situation at this moment, which cannot be described by the language.

The loudspeaker only led them to the main hall at the end of the stairs, and another loudspeaker walked out of the hall, greeted Avril with a slight bow, and led the three of them closer into the palace where the supreme faith was gathered, and approached its heart.

This time, the loudspeaker who came to greet several people, his beard was white, his forehead was densely furrowed, and his face was even more shriveled as if only a layer of brown skin remained, but the divine light in his eyes, or the light of the Buddha, could not be ignored by anyone.

I'm afraid this is the so-called enlightened monk.

At this moment, Jiang Minzheng thought so.

The old trumpet led a few people around the prayer wheel, and also around the dense butter lamps, until - the highest palace in the entire pilgrimage palace!

No one explained to them, but everyone could realize that the people in this palace were not simple, or, the dying monk, Ivy's father.

Seeing the old horn coming from the aisle with Ivy and his party, the monk who had already waited in front of the temple door hurriedly pushed open a corner of the hall.

"Bang!"

The copper door bolt was completely locked after Jiang Minzheng entered the palace.

Jiang Minzheng had a feeling in his heart that this lock should have fallen a long time ago, and the delay was due to the delay in arriving Ivy.

In the hall, there are countless horns sitting cross-legged on a brocade couch as the center, and the dense butter lamps behind the speakers are far more than the total number of butter lamps they have seen all the way after entering the pilgrimage palace.

"Rinpoche. ”

Entering the brightly lit hall, the old horn looked at the bed and called.

The bed was covered by a thick curtain, and the figure sitting cross-legged in the middle could be faintly seen.

Rinpoche, is it the Dharma name of Ivy's father?

Rao is Jiang Minzheng, who is used to seeing big scenes, is also faintly frightened by the formation in front of him, and can't help but wonder.

"Rinpoche—"

As the sound of the old horn fell, the horns in the hall were all calling, but they turned a blind eye to them who came in with a handheld camera, which made Jiang Minzheng secretly surprised in his heart.

The curtain covering the entire bed was pulled apart by the horns on both sides of it, and a middle-aged monk in a robe was sitting cross-legged in it, his chin was beardless, his facial features were not very handsome, but he was also delicate and thoughtful, and his complexion was different from the Tibetan and Qiang people who had two touches of purple and crimson on their faces due to geographical factors, and they were rare fair-skinned in the Tibetan and Qiang regions.

"You're here. ”

Rinpoche, who was sitting in the center of the couch, stopped his hand that seemed to have been silently chanting the beads, and his closed eyes suddenly opened at the moment he spoke, and his gaze seemed to stay on Ivy's body, and as if it had penetrated Ivy, and fell on Bo Jinchen's face.

Those eyes are different from all the eyes that Bo Jinchen has ever seen, it is not deep, it is as light as the white clouds in the sky, a lake on the plateau, clean and clear, but it is not like the purity of a baby, those clear eyes, there is no emotion, the wind blows the clouds and does not move, and the stone water has no waves.

It's as if it wasn't supposed to exist in this world.

That's not the eyes that people should have.

That—belongs to God!

In the flash of light, after hearing the old horn call Ivy Father Rinpoche, Bo Jinchen, who had always felt familiar, finally remembered the meaning of these three words - treasure, the most revered title for Tibetan believers, and this title is only for one person.

In other words, the understanding of the Han people is - living Buddha!

Ivy's father turned out to be a living Buddha in the pilgrimage palace!

The shock and overwhelming sense of absurdity at this moment completely swallowed up Bo Jinchen, who was used to becoming unfazed.

This shock is enough to sweep away any infidel.

"I'm waiting for you. ”

Ivy didn't answer, and the others didn't say anything, and Rinpoche on the couch continued.

His tone was not sad or joyful, not like the eagerness of seeing his closest relatives, nor like seeing the struggle to destroy his cultivation achievements, his expression was extremely flat, like a Buddha plastic golden body without seven emotions and six desires. But he must have emotions, otherwise, he wouldn't have repeatedly asked the horn to invite Ivy over, or as a father.

"She's waiting for you too. ”

Looking at the person on the couch, Ivy's expression was extraordinarily calm.

Although she is vague, neither Bo Jinchen nor Jiang Minzheng are fools, so they can naturally hear that she must be Aiwei's mother.

So, at a young age, Ivy's mother is dead?

Thinking of Ai Wei's secretive background, Bo Jinchen fell into deep doubts, the daughter of a living Buddha, although her status is supreme, but if she really thinks about it, I am afraid it is also a very mysterious thing, and she will never be able to talk about the influence of even the tip of the iceberg that you see now.

And if it is her mother, the woman of the living Buddha, what kind of existence will the family behind it be?

The mystery of Ivy's body not only did not solve with the revelation of her background, but fell into a deeper fog.

"I'll go with her. ”

The eyes of the people on the couch finally fluctuated a little more, but what kind of emotion should be used to describe it, Bo Jinchen asked himself if he was not an illiterate white man, but he couldn't find a suitable word.

It's just that the loudspeaker said that he would enter the afterlife, but Ivy wished him to enter reincarnation, so far, there is an explanation.

Entering the past life, getting rid of karma, and attaining the Buddha's fruit, all kinds of things in the past have fallen into ashes, but it is not the case when entering reincarnation, with the cause and effect of his and Ivy's mother in this life, in the next life, there will inevitably be entanglements, as for what kind of entanglement it will be, probably only the parties can predict one or two.

In short, looking at Ivy's tone, it is destined not to be just a rubble.

"I'm leaving. ”

Hearing the answer of the person on the couch, Ivy bowed slightly, and was about to leave on the spot, not at all like a daughter who said goodbye to her father.

"Namoa Amidabaya, that thing ......"

Regarding the meaning of Ivy's imminent departure, the person on the couch sighed and suddenly brought up the topic, he didn't finish his words in one breath, but he clearly expected that Aiwei would stay because of this half sentence.

Sure enough, Ivy stopped, and not only that, but she also took a few quick steps closer to his brocade couch.

"You've figured it out?"

"Namoa Amitabaya, the rope of fate has gone to the unknown, there is no cause for people to lead the rope without a head, there is no end result, what you have asked for for generations ......"

He looked at Ivy, and the smile on his lips was extremely kind, like all the fathers in the world, and like all the monks in the world.

"Rinpoche!"

Seeing this, the old horn let out a sad cry, and the monks quickly began to chant with their eyes closed, with sad faces.

Unlike Bo Jinchen's knowledge that there would be special monks to record the death time of the older generation of living Buddhas and immediately look for the reincarnation of everyone, the locked door of the hall has not been opened for a long time, and no one in the hall has acted again, and all the chanting is without stopping.

On this day, the bell of the pilgrimage palace rang until dusk, and on this day, Bo Jinchen accompanied Ivy through every stone brick in the pilgrimage city, and after this day, there was no Rinpoche in the world!

The old trumpet, who had led the three of them into the temple earlier, led them out of the back door of the main hall after reciting the sutra for the first time.

"Before midnight this morning, Rinpoche got up, finished his morning exercises, bathed and changed his clothes, received the devotees, and everything was the same as before, but at three o'clock in the morning, Rinpoche somehow stopped the devotees' audience and summoned all the monks to the temple to show that he was going. It all came out of nowhere......"

After leaving the hall full of sorrow and afterglow of faith, the old horn babbled in an unfamiliar Chinese dialect.

Perhaps, he also knew that Ivy was not kind to Rinpoche in their hearts, and he was not interested in what he said, but he still kept talking, and Ivy did not interrupt him, as if acquiescing to his actions.

Listening to the old speaker's words, Bo Jinchen, who was beside him, suddenly realized that the filming of "Fate Comes, Together" in the morning flew here, not because Ivy had already arranged it, but because everything was really too sudden.

"Bo Jinchen, in this world, do you have any places you want to go?"

Thinking of the question that Ai Wei asked when he looked at him on the way down from Fengqi Mountain earlier, Bo Jinchen's eyes gradually became complicated.

If this is where Ivy wants to come, why should she not enter the door and leave when she sees someone, and if not, why would she come?

Really, it's to send him into reincarnation?

Sending the three of them outside the palace of pilgrimage, the old trumpet did not send them again, he turned around and went to the corridor on the stairs in the other direction. At the end of there is a pavilion with a bronze bell that can only be surrounded by about five people.

"Bang bang bang bang bang ......"

Carrying the huge wooden bell hammer, the old horn struck the bell body again and again, and the bell rang out in all directions, passing through the believers on the stone steps, through the pilgrimage palace, through the walls of the pilgrimage city, and spreading towards the Tibetan and Qiang land.

The sound of bells is always meaningful, especially in the pilgrimage city, however, this is not the morning or evening "Ringing Bell" or the grand Buddhist festival but the continuous ringing of bells, which can not help but cause panic among believers.

Finally, after nine bells, a young trumpet stood in front of the stone steps and shouted bitterly to the believers who were prostrate on the ground:

"Rinpoche, you have attained bliss!"

"Bang ......"

The bell continued, and the believers fell into mourning, but Ivy and Bo Jinchen walked farther and farther.

"There will be no more Rinpoche in the world. ”

I don't know how long I walked, Ivy looked at Bo Jinchen beside her, and suddenly said.

And Jiang Minzheng, who has been following the two of them to follow the photo, has already fallen into a huge consternation, and now following the two of them is just Mu Leng's subconscious move.

As a variety show director, he is naturally not stupid, although he doesn't know what Rinpoche means, but looking at the appearance of those trumpets, he also knows that Aivy's father has a very high status among these trumpets. Now, listening to the bells, the mourning of the faithful seems to come from eternal sorrow, from the tears of the whole pilgrimage city...... He didn't realize that the person he had seen, heard, and recorded was the soul of this land.

"Because of your mother, or, because of you?"

Bo Jinchen said softly.

Naturally, the horn could not touch a woman, let alone have a child, but this Rinpoche not only touched Aivy's mother, but later, there was also Aivy, no wonder the horn who first went out of the city to greet Ivy would say that her mother had ruined his practice.

It's not bad practice, it's bad practice, it's still a Rinpoche's practice. There is no Rinpoche in the world, and this is true.

Ivy didn't answer, and the two walked all the way for a long time, until in front of a private house, Ivy spoke again:

"I lived here until I was five years old, but today, it's the first time I've seen him. ”

Ivy's tone was very flat, as if she was talking about an unrelated person and not herself, but no one could deny the heaviness of the amount of information in this short sentence.

Bo didn't know what happened between Ivy's mother and this Rinpoche, but he expected it to be a very poignant love story.

"Go in and see?"

Looking at the stone house in front of him, which was not good-looking and indistinguishable from the surrounding houses, Bo Jinchen was amazed that Ai Wei's memory when she was five years old was so accurate.

"No, look at this door. ”

Having rejected Bo Jinchen's proposal, Ivy pointed to several thin holes in the door.

Every year on the Buddha's birthday, he would leave the high palace and make a week of pilgrimage to the city as a sign of sacredness and celebration. And at this time of year, my mother would get a new lock on the door and lock her and I in the house.