Living in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy region; Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world.

The author of this poem, the Tibetan Dalai Lama, who is the reincarnation of the Tibetan religion, and the Cangyang Gyatso, whose poems have been sought after by later generations for hundreds of years, used his delicate pen to describe a yearning love to the people in the future.

The biggest king of Tibetan religion, who ended tragically in the history books, is he, who has made people have a deeper understanding of the Buddha.

The Potala Palace, this glorious palace, stands in the clouds, the blue sky, the white clouds, people are awe-inspiring and breathtaking.

At noon on this day, there were three poles on the sun.

The tour group led by Ouyang Mingyue finally came to the door of this palace as scheduled.

The magnificent Potala Palace instantly came into view, which amazed all the travelers, and their hearts seemed to be infected, and they all looked at this magnificent palace with reverence.

The moment Yun Zhan Ge stepped out of the car, a trace of relief flashed in his heart, and he was relieved.

Has it finally arrived?

This time in Tibet, visiting the Potala Palace was just an excuse, and more importantly, Yun Zhan Ge wanted to come to see the chess piece that Yun Yao had played back then.

In that year, Yun Yao led 3,000 dead soldiers into Tibet to quell the war in the five southwestern provinces.

That year was the season of wind and snow.

That year, the snow was buried deep on the top of the mountain. It has buried countless heroic souls.

This year, Yun Zhan Ge carried the burden of Yun Yao and stepped into this sacred land.

This is a reincarnation, and this is the first stop for Yun Zhan Ge to sit firmly in the position of the Dragon Gate Dragon.

In this battle, only victory is allowed, not defeat.

The sky is blue, and the emptiness and lightness of the blue sky give people a perfect baptism of the soul, as if washing away the dirt of the world.

The palace. There are too many legends, and this place has too many beautiful stories.

However. All this is destined to be a little far away from Yun Zhange, because, as the Dragon Lord of Longmen, he is destined to only enjoy another life.

"Perhaps. We should be separated! Yun Zhan Ge straightened his spine. Quietly looking up at the towering Potala Palace, he said to Ouyang Mingyue beside him.

Belch?

Ouyang Mingyue was stunned, a little unclear.

"There is no banquet in the world, when my destination arrives, I will naturally leave!" Yun Zhange looked at Ouyang Mingyue, who was puzzled, and said softly.

In the tone, there was an unknown feeling, this feeling coupled with the faint calm aura on Yun Zhange's face. made Ouyang Mingyue fall for a moment.

As a top student of Xihang University, Ouyang Mingyue has a unique advantage. Her dusty face makes people feel even more forgetful.

She ignored Yun Zhange's words, and stretched out her hands to embrace heaven and earth, and that exquisite face made visitors look sideways.

Yun Zhange didn't move quietly, just looked at her well-defined side face quietly, without too much emotion, accustomed to Linghu Jiamei's dynamic beauty and Narong's static beauty, Yun Zhange can be said to be immune to beauties, not to mention his current identity, a lot of unresolved things waiting for him, the new dragon master of Longmen, to deal with, where is there so much time for children to be long?

Children are long, and heroes must be short of breath!

Ouyang Mingyue didn't have too much emotion, life was like gathering and scattering duckweed, and he was already meeting in the water, and Yun Zhan Ge was just a passerby in his life. Through these few days of getting along, Ouyang Mingyue except for the first light on this man, this man's demeanor has sunk like a stone, and there is nothing outstanding about it, and even, she understands that this man who is a few years younger than herself is not the prince charming in her life, or rather, this is just a memory destined to be sealed in the autumn leaves during this trip to Tibet, nothing more.

Nodding slightly, Ouyang Mingyue responded to Yun Zhan Ge.

On this day, Yun Zhan Ge slowly climbed the stairs and headed to this magnificent Potala Palace.

On this day, Ouyang Mingyue looked at the man in a bit of a daze, holding the prayer wheel with one hand and shaking it gently.

Looking at the back of the majestic figure, looking at the well-defined young man, Ouyang Mingyue felt a moment of trance in his heart, and a beautiful poem that he was once familiar with sounded in his mind.

That day

Close your eyes in the incense mist of the prayer hall

Suddenly, I heard it

The mantra you chanted

That month

I turn all the warp cylinders

Not for excess

Just to touch your fingertips

That year

I prostrate myself on the mountain road

Not for the sake of the audience

Just to stick to your warmth

That life

I'm going to turn the mountains and rivers to the pagodas

Not for the sake of the afterlife

Just to see you on the way

What kind of poignancy is this? What kind of love is this?

There was a faint hint of self-deprecation at the corner of Ouyang Mingyue's mouth, this kind of self-deprecation was very light, but it went deep into the bone marrow, as if it was seared into her heart, making her unopened heart door suddenly collapse at this moment, this feeling is very strange, or is this brainless fan who is already yearning for the beautiful love of Cangyang Gyatso, there is a kind of unknown Wenqing sigh.

Yun Zhange's figure gradually disappeared from view.

Ouyang Mingyue sighed slightly, led the group of tourists, and began to climb the stairs.

Ouyang Mingyue, who had been to the Potala Palace several times, was obviously familiar with the road, and began to introduce tourists to the history of this palace and the beautiful love about this palace.

The light voice, slowly narrating, makes people listen to the sounds of heaven.

The girl who entered the working state had long forgotten the boy who was dressed cheaply.

At this time, at the height of the Potala Palace, a young man in a golden robe, with his hands folded, stood like a cloud, quietly staring at the distant mountains, and there was a kind of indifference and nobility in his eyes.

He was as quiet as a Buddha.

He was ethereal.

He was as silent as water.

He was as cold as ice.

He is like a Buddha from the West. More like a time-traveler from heaven.

It is said that he is the reincarnation of the sixteenth Lingtong boy, his eyes are as clear as water, and his body is as majestic as a god. He stood there like that, but it made people feel the urge to bow and worship.

He has a temperament that is difficult to describe.

Painting the ground for 20 years of prison Buddha cultivation, 20 years as a teenager has never gone out, always covered himself with a veil of mystery.

He is the first person of Tibetan Buddhism, the 16th Panchen Lama, Somba Jeno.

This boy is only twenty-five years old. But he has an unimaginable influence in the whole of Tibetan Buddhism, leaving aside the identity of the reincarnation of the Lingtong, and more importantly, he will be obscure Zen teachings. It is narrated in concise and easy-to-understand words, and published as a book, and there are countless followers, and I really have the mind of a Buddha who purifies all sentient beings. (Note carefully: the plot requires it.) Pure fiction. If there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental and does not represent any position and any remarks.

Such a person is enough to make everyone look up.

He likes the azure sky of the Tibetan Pass without a trace of worldly dust, and he likes to wander in the world of the Buddha Sea, a young man who has shown talent since he was a child. Today, for the first time in more than 20 years, I have not participated in Zen.

A trumpet in a fiery red Tibetan robe. Rushing towards Sumbajeno.

This horn, about forty years old, has a steady pace and a surging momentum.

It's just-

I don't know why, on this day, his steady pace for decades began to tremble a little.

Sumba Jeno's brows furrowed quietly.

He has never maintained his state of mind, and for the first time, he showed this kind of expression.

"Here, the dragon lord has already climbed the stairs!" The red-robed horn said excitedly, at this moment, he completely lost his previous calm state of mind.

Sumbajeno's body shook unnaturally.

Just a little, very slightly.

The next moment, this god who all Tibetan believers worshipped, his eyes shone brightly, and even the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

At the moment when the voice of the loudspeaker of the news just fell.

The young Panchen Lama walked like a fly and began to walk down the mountain.

On this day, all believers who have never seen this legendary Tibetan real person have first met the true face of Lushan for the first time.

The young Panchen hurried down the mountain, and the wind lifted his robe, like a master with the demeanor of a fairy.

At this moment, all the tourists were in reverence, and those who knew or did not know the identity of this young Panchen all made way for this young Buddha one after another.

His momentum is not overwhelming, but that otherworldly feeling, which makes people reverent.

On this day, all the tourists and all the horns watched in amazement as the young Panchen descended the mountain.

Yun Zhan Ge slowly walked up the stairs in a peaceful mood, and his fingers inadvertently turned all the prayer wheels, as if his mood was baptized by the six-character mantra on the prayer wheels, so that his whole person looked even more vibrant.

Yun Zhan Ge is not outstanding, and even has some shabby clothing, which makes some tourists avoid it.

Yun Zhan Ge just smiled slightly, my world, why do you need people to understand?

Suddenly, a figure in a red robe appeared in the distance.

Yun Zhan Ge stopped, put his hands behind his back, and stood silently.

The next moment, in the midst of everyone's stunned eyes, the young Panchen, who was known as the true Buddha of Tibetan Buddhism, walked towards Yun Zhan Ge with an excited expression.

Belch?

Seeing this scene, everyone grew their mouths in astonishment, and their faces were incredulous.

That young man, what is the origin?

Can you actually let the young Panchen in front of you go out to greet him?

Then, something shocking happened.

This young Panchen with an excellent reputation came to Yun Zhange, bowed down, and made a move that everyone would never forget.

He gently folded his hands together and performed the highest etiquette in Tibetan culture to Yun Zhan Ge.

At this moment, the audience was shocked.

And behind Yun Zhange, not far away, Ouyang Mingyue, the woman who was explaining the history of Tibetan religion to all the tourists, looked at this scene in disbelief, only to feel that her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and the whole person was stunned. (To be continued......)