The Potala Palace in October has long passed the peak season of tourism because of the gradual drop in temperature, but there are still many tourists walking in the palaces, constantly taking photos with their mobile phones, standing at the gate of the behemoth of the Potala Palace, Liu Muhan breathes the fresh air that is said to have an altitude of 3750 meters, and there is an indescribable pleasure in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info thought about what happened at the ticket office just now Liu Muhan couldn't help but chuckle, because it was an off-season ticket that only charged 100 yuan, but Liu Muhan only had 200 yuan left in his body, and after buying the ticket, he didn't know how to eat in the next few days, and he couldn't blame himself for giving Xu Tiantian money, and he forgot about the ticket. He learned from the trick-or-treating behavior of his old high school days, and while the conductor was not paying attention to grasp the railing blocking his footsteps, he rolled over and crossed over until the conductor had just opened a ticket for him and was about to collect the money, and the others had no idea where they had gone.

Liu Muhan circled around the main hall of the Potala Palace, this circle made his weak body almost unbearable, stopped at the door of the Red Palace, panting, looking up at the king-size gate of the Red Palace Palace, listening to the sound of the lamas in the hall chanting, Liu Muhan couldn't help but be touched, his hands folded at the big Buddha statue in the hall, bowed, according to what Liu Muhan learned from the book before, he knew that the Potala Palace included the White Palace, and the Red Palace. The White House is the place where Songtsen Gampo held political meetings in the past, and there are many classic cultures about political overtones, and the Red Palace is a Buddhist temple for lamas to chant sutras and worship Buddha. After entering the Red Palace, Liu Muhan, who was about to step into the Maitreya Buddha Hall of the Red Palace, was stopped by a slightly hoarse voice in the old man: "Donor, your surname is Liu Muhan?" An elderly man in a lama robe stopped Liu Muhan, and Liu Muhan turned around and found that the old man with a long white beard did not look young, and the wrinkles on his face had been deeply stacked.

Liu Muhan suddenly felt strange, how did this lama know his name, this is the first time he has come to this place, where will there be any acquaintances, "This master, dare to ask the master, where did you know my name?" Liu Muhan respectfully bowed to the old lama and asked.

"Haha, donor doesn't have to ask, may I ask the donor, can the heart protection talisman be on you?" The old lama laughed heartily, as if he had encountered something worthy of joy.

"Mind Protector?" Liu Muhan couldn't react a little, what was that, suddenly he remembered the yellow rune that the shopkeeper handed over to him, and immediately took it out of his arms, "Master, that's what you're talking about?" He took the rune in his hand and handed it to the old lama and said.

"Yes, that's it, haha, it looks like the prophecy is really going to come true, hahaha." The old lama said something that Liu Muhan didn't understand, and then laughed again.

Suddenly, Liu Muhan's head seemed to have opened up and asked, "The master is Tsongpaka?" He remembered the mysterious lama that the shopkeeper had mentioned, "That's right, according to what the shopkeeper said before, he was the master Tsongpa he met twenty years ago, and the master should be the same age as the master in front of him," Liu Muhan said in his heart.

The master seemed to be even happier with a smile, "Haha, yes, it's really good, the Holy Spirit King is really good, I'm Tsongpakha." The old lama said something that Liu Muhan couldn't understand, and then admitted his identity.

When Liu Muhan wanted to ask something more, Dzongpaka handed the heart talisman in his hand back to him, turned around and let out a long laugh, and then recited an inexplicable and wonderful poem: "The Holy Spirit descends into the world, and the king turns into a flywheel." I don't know a trace for thousands of years, and I get it in the wind and cold. Then he left.

Liu Muhan muttered this poem in his mouth, and said in his heart: "This poem made up by whom, the sentences don't make sense, and the top and bottom are wrong, it's really a bad poem." When he looked up at Lama Tsongpa, he saw that he was long gone.

Shaking his head, Liu Muhan admitted the shopkeeper's evaluation of this master, it was really mysterious, after resting for a while, Liu Muhan felt that his body had recovered a little, stuffed the heart protection talisman into the inner pocket of his clothes, and then walked around, and stepped into the Maitreya Buddha Hall with one foot, a divine power came to him, making him sweep away his fatigue and feel relaxed. Looking at the huge Maitreya Buddha statue in front of him, Liu Muhan walked up to him and folded his hands and bowed down, and suddenly made a wish inexplicably in his heart, hoping that his father and mother, in the days without themselves, could let go as soon as possible and enjoy their old age, unconsciously, a tear slipped from the corner of Liu Muhan's eyes, dripping to the floor, but what he didn't know was that the moment this tear penetrated into the ground, it seemed to turn into a beam of golden light, and gradually dissipated in the air.

At this time, a solemn and sacred voice suddenly came from Liu Muhan's heart: "Holy Spirit King, your wish, I should help you realize it, and I should give you a gift of returning to the throne, hahaha......" This voice echoed in Liu Muhan's mind, and it never dispersed. made Liu Muhan wonder if he had hallucinations before death.

got up and shook his head, sighed, no matter how relieved he was, the fact of imminent death was pressed in his heart, and he couldn't help but mourn, trying to stop thinking about it, Liu Muhan walked to the statue of longevity next to him and was ready to bow again, his hands had just been folded, but his legs couldn't kneel, and a voice came from his heart: "The Holy Spirit King must not torture the little god, the little god can't stand it." ”

"Damn, what's going on, my head, why do I always hallucinate, and my legs don't work." Liu Muhan didn't care whether he was in front of the idol or not, and scolded with a swear word.

Walking out of the Maitreya Buddha hall with some anger, Liu Muhan did not have much doubt about what happened today, thinking that it was all an illusion brought by his body, and he now even thought that Master Tsongpaka, who appeared just now, was all imagined by himself, and sprinkled all his anger on his body.

After turning around for a while, Liu Muhan came to the thirteenth lama spirit pagoda hall, Looking at the 12.97-meter-high spirit pagoda wrapped in high-quality gold, Liu Muhan couldn't help but be a little stupid, the whole spirit tower was inlaid with tens of thousands of jewels, and there were all kinds of magic weapons and sacrificial vessels displayed below the spirit tower, which was really dazzling, when Liu Muhan was amazed by the treasure of this hall, the pearl tower made of 200,000 pearls in front of the statue of the thirteenth lama Thubten Gyatso emitted a dazzling light, which shot on the heart protection talisman on Liu Muhan's body, and then sucked his whole person in.......