The second new ninth-level to be killed is not elsewhere, but it is to live in the Potala Palace.

"I don't have any money." This is the second sentence that Bai Qi said without worry-free, when he said this, Bai Qi did not have the slightest fluctuation, Bai Qi, who has been living at the bottom of society as a beggar and a homeless man, really has no savings at all, of course, to Bai Qi, money is like floating clouds.

Yunluo is not much better than Bai Qi, wearing a blue-veined ape face on his face, and silently using his telekinesis to make everyone who sees Yunluo not feel strange, but will automatically make up an ordinary-looking boy in his head. With such a Yunluo, it is naturally impossible to bring Yunluo's ID card or something, and there are only a few hundred yuan in his pocket.

In the end, he still used his mental power to cover up the handsome and wonderful Feng Wuwu, and took out a genuine ID card to check in to the hotel. Anyway, Bai Qi and Yunluo were both called by Feng Wuwu to kill people, risking their lives, what is it to spend some money.

The clouds fell and the wind was worry-free, and he got up and went to the Buddha City, and came to step on the point, preparing to kill the ninth-level evolutionary. When Yunluo saw the Potala Palace for the first time, he was not amazed, but even a little disappointed.

Is this the Potala Palace as seen from countless pictures? On an inconspicuous hill, a white building. In the imagination, the Potala Palace is as white as silver, shining in the sun, is it because the sky is not blue enough now, there are too many clouds, imaginary Potala Palace is lined with snow peaks, and wild flowers bloom on its front slope.

But the palace in front of me is an independent entity, and the hill at its feet is like an isolated island, floating in a seemingly ordinary small city. The impression of such a plain town at first glance may be sorry for many people who regard the Buddha City as an ideal or a holy place.

When you enter the town from the airport. In addition to the Potala Palace and the White Pagoda, people are curious, and the straight streets, squares, fountains, supermarkets, and crowded clothing stores on both sides of the street are intrigued. Isn't this also a replica of a mainland city?

Many cities have similar appearances, especially those emerging cities, there is no erosion of history, no stories and legends, those brand new urban houses are neatly arranged, the same street trees, the same floor tiles, and walking around can not find moss-growing stone slabs, which can't help but make people tired.

But the Buddha City should have been different. In addition to the blue sky and white clouds unique to the plateau, its charm should not be just blue sky and white clouds. After living in the four-person room of the Phuntsok Inn, the question mark in my heart was not eliminated, but the mood was inexplicably good. The walls of the inn were covered with graffiti for the first time, describing the mood of people on the journey.

Some people say they will come again, some people come and worry that their loved ones don't come, and some people draw interesting feet and mark the places they have been. The highest place is, of course, Mount Everest, and there are naughty travelers who draw cute little pants. I can imagine that he should have been in a very happy mood when he was inspired to attract attention.

When Yunluo stood in the small four-person room and saw the graffiti left by the donkey friends on the wall, he suddenly didn't feel lonely. It's not that Yunluo came to the Buddha City alone, there are countless people in front of him who are the same as Yunluo, and there will be them in the back. But they came and went, and they were not disappointed. In their graffiti, Yunluo saw joy, emotion, and passion.

Walk in the city of Buddha. A lonely person will not be alone soon.

The city of Buddha is the capital of Tibet, and the Tibetans on the street are naturally a landscape, coming and going, wearing one-shoulder robes or long skirts, with a leisurely and calm gait. Maybe Yunluo is an outsider who can't communicate directly with the Tibetans, and the Buddha City can only be enjoyed as a scenery for two days.

People who worship Buddha outside the Potala Palace, people who turn the scriptures outside the Jokhang Temple, they look focused, like purple or royal blue clothes, and tirelessly shake the prayer wheel in their hands, in the eyes of Yunluo, they are a group of figures on oil paintings, men, women and children, rich in color. While admiring this customary picture, I am like an audience, and the people I come into contact with are also audiences, outsiders from all over the world.

Xixi said that the people in the Buddha City are more direct, and the people in the Buddha City she said are precisely the people from the Buddha City who come from outside. Is it the sunshine of the Buddha City that makes outsiders more direct? Do you become careless?

Even if it is love at first sight, it omits the haze and beauty of the tentative stage. There is also a possibility that the scarcity of oxygen on the plateau makes people's brains short-circuit, weaken their language skills, become sluggish, and cannot judge whether others are also fond of themselves, so they become direct and even reckless.

And the native Tibetan compatriots, they also show love, and they also express their feelings very bluntly, but they express it beautifully, as evidenced by the singing, the road that the girl walked, a piece of birds and flowers.

Tibetans like to praise girls, like the Book of Songs or the poems of Han Yuefu, and the scarcity of oxygen does not hinder them. They love beauty, Dolma is still Ram, and the girl is a fairy in their eyes, a symbol of beauty. And this land is their hometown, so it is so natural for them to be enthusiastic and unrestrained.

And the outsiders, those who talk to people outside the Jokhang Temple, they also want to learn this enthusiasm of the Tibetans, but they don't learn the same, the birds will sing a song, dance, to please the object, but they go straight to the point, and as a result, they hit the nail in the Xixi.

However, in the city of Buddha, such behavior is not unforgivable, perhaps loneliness makes people dizzy and crazy. Yes, when you are admiring the scrolls of amorous paintings, when you walk alone on the streets, the novelty is fascinating, and the various crafts are dazzling.

At this time, I always hope that someone will hold hands with you to appreciate, and someone will discuss the handicrafts with you, which is not the icing on the cake. It's not that there are people from all over the world who come to the Buddha City, you will not be lonely soon, not people who have chatting or boring in the Jokhang Temple Square, but people who like to travel and like new and beautiful things. When I came to the Buddha City, Yunluo met all kinds of interesting people.

Some people like to talk to them, you just need a listening ear and a surprised expression. You don't need a pair of ears because sometimes what they say is so amazing that you can't tell if it's true or not, so you have to go in one ear and out the other. Maybe they really have a Porsche and a BMW at home, maybe their shepherd dog really has won two championships.

Maybe they really don't have to work, and they can travel the world's famous mountains and rivers for most of the year; What if it's fake, Yunluo appreciates their good mouth and generous self-confidence, Don Quixote still has to fight the windmill,

The person Yunluo met was not a knight, or a warm-hearted ancient man, but he was a self-contained Xiaolou Spring and Autumn Period, and regarded Kan Dashan as a career, and the realm of no one beside him was really admirable.

The sun in the city of Buddha makes people dizzy and thickened their skins; It can also make people pure, or stay pure.

The ancients have long come to the experience that oranges are oranges in Huainan and oranges in Huaibei. When you come to the Buddha City, are the most people who have become luscious oranges, and the people who have become so sour that they can't eat are only a few. The sun is bright, the clouds and the sky are white, let the white rise, the wind is worry-free, and the clouds fall on the square of the Jokhang Temple, and be a lazy orange.

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If you don't go to the Buddha City, you don't know Cangyang Gyatso.

Yunluo always thought that he was just a poet, a long time ago, I didn't know where to see his famous poem, I thought, this poem is written so deeply, the language is simple and simple, a person with a pure heart and sincere feelings can write it. When he arrived in the Buddha City, Yunluo learned from the tour guide's description that Cangyang Gyatso was not only a poet, but also a monk.

Although he lives in the palace, but yearns for the worldly life, but the reality does not allow him to switch freely between these two roles, if he is allowed to choose freely, the three of these worldly people would rather him choose to be a bard, get his wish, and fly with his Maggie Ami. Forced to separate, his poems are written more somberly, perhaps painfully, and more affectionately.

It is better to listen to his poems than to read them, because there is a kind of rhyme floating between the lines, like a song.

That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing for a night, not for enlightenment, but for a trace of your breath. That month, I turned all the prayer chakras, not for excess, but for touching your fingerprints. That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth. In that life, I climbed 100,000 mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but to bless you with peace and joy. ‘

It cannot be said that there is such affection is not a kind of detachment, which is also the difference between the wise man and the mortal, who seeks to get along day and night, and share weal and woe, while the poet would rather live in purgatory by himself than let his girl be happy and safe.

Especially in the last sentence, he does not even cultivate the afterlife, which is not only for the eminent monks, but also for ordinary Tibetans, it is also a kind of rebellion that shocks the world.

You must know that from the Potala Palace, follow the people who worship the Buddha in front of the palace spiritual pagoda in a roundabout way, from the Jokhang Temple to the fish through, the fish out, the octagonal street early in the morning, there are still walking is not very steady, there are also the same hobbling octogenarians, they are so focused, so pious, what is the afterlife.

From Potala to Jokhang Temple to Sera Temple, in addition to the familiar Guanyin incarnation Tara familiar to the Han people, the most commonly mentioned name is Qiangba Buddha, which is also the Maitreya Buddha in the mainland. He was a smiling pot-bellied Buddha in the inner temple, and when he arrived in Tibet, his name became that of the Qiangpa Buddha, and he was in charge of the afterlife of the believers.

That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, just to worship the Buddha, just to be able to stick to your warmth. In that life, I climbed 100,000 mountains, just to cultivate the next life, and only hoped that the next life would be happy and safe.

The slight change of Cangyang Gyatso's verse is also the voice of those faithful believers in the face of Jamppa Buddha. And Cangyang Gyatso defied the great disobedience of the world, with the same pious and dedicated heart, in his mind, his afterlife is not as good as meeting and staying with Maggie Ami in this life. (To be continued......)