Feng Xiaoxiao didn't follow in the end.

Taking the train is a very painful thing, after a long time, the whole body is uncomfortable, and I can't sleep if I want to sleep, I have to stay up and feel dizzy and want to vomit, and I am tired from fighting my eyelids until I am tired before I can sleep.

Early the next morning, I was woken up by all kinds of noises. People who haven't slept enough, are tired and sleepy, and have no energy. It's okay one day, it's like this twice, and no matter how good the spirit is, the person is sluggish.

Dorje Paran was not so excited, lying lazily on the seat, the three Tibetan men had more perseverance than physical strength, and still refused to leave her side.

Bai Nannan sat on the seat half-lying, half of his body leaned on Meng Fan, holding a backpack and taking out a lot of snacks, eating snacks on the train is like watching a movie and eating popcorn, which is very puzzling, but it is respected by many people.

Bai Nannan not only ate it herself, but also gave the potato chips and shrimp crackers to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan didn't feel hungry, sitting by the window and looking out the window, the train had already left the boundary of Yanjing, and the two-day journey had already reached the plateau and mountainous areas, but there was still a long way to go from the destination.

At the beginning of the period, Meng Fan didn't care, and occasionally saw someone walking and kneeling outside the window, walking in the same direction as them, but after seeing more, he became confused.

Especially the closer you get to Lhasa, the more people outside the window there are, all doing the same thing, kneeling down and kowtowing in three steps, prostrate on the cold ground, and hug the earth.

"These are pilgrims, followers of Buddhism." Dorje Paran explained to Meng Fan, with a look of piety in his expression, and said: "There are many people who go on pilgrimage every year, and some people travel thousands of miles to kowtow all the way to their destination. ”

Meng Fan was shocked, he had to lie on the ground once after taking three steps, then got up and walked three steps, and then lay on the ground again, repeating this action. And it doesn't deliberately speed up, every movement is religious, not far away, how many times you have to do this, much slower than simply walking on two legs.

If you go on like this, when will you get to your destination? It takes a lot of perseverance to walk a thousand miles.

"Every year, believers come from different places to the destination of the pilgrimage in their hearts, and they will go for more than half a year, every year." Dorje Paran said that many Tibetans are believers, and on this plateau, Buddhism is not only a faith, but also a kind of spiritual sustenance. The status of Buddhism in the minds of believers is very high, and it can be seen from these people.

And as the train progressed, more and more pilgrims appeared outside the window, at first only a few people appeared occasionally, but now they are often seen, and within a few minutes, there will be people, even a few people, heading for the pilgrimage site in their hearts.

Three steps and one kowtow, nine steps and one prostrate, simple movements, but shocking.

When you arrive in Lhasa, you can see even more believers, and there is no shortage of people dressed in red cloth and wearing rosaries everywhere on the streets, and even street vendors.

Buddhist artifacts are everywhere, demonstrating the importance of Buddhist culture here.

Bai Nannan came here for the first time, full of curiosity, didn't she say liberate her nature, she is now pure child's heart, innocent and romantic.

After getting off the train, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, two days and two nights, Meng Fan didn't sleep more than six hours, he was okay, Xiu Wei was here. The others couldn't stand it either, and Dorjee Paran and the other three Tibetan men had black eye sockets.

I found a hotel, opened two rooms first, and the four of them slept until the second half of the night.

Meng Fan didn't rest for two hours, he was dragged by Bai Nannan to go shopping, although it was already spring, the temperature on the plateau was outrageously low, Bai Nannan's face was red from the cold, his hands and feet were cold, and his nature was still undiminished.

On the first day here, I went to various streets to eat special and delicious things, and then bought a lot of bracelets, hanging ornaments and other things.

The next day, her interest was undiminished, she had to drag Meng Fan to climb the snow mountain, follow the flow of pilgrims to visit the temple, she didn't worship Buddha or burn incense, she just walked around.

Meng Fan let her relax, and he didn't want to disturb Bai Nannan's interest.

On the third day, Bai Nannan was finally tired, slept until the afternoon, and pouted and lay on the bed and refused to get up. Meng Fan shouted several times, but she only answered in a daze, and she didn't even open the door, and she didn't feel hungry.

After two and a half days of playing, this girl finally lost interest.

"We're going to Jokhang Temple, don't run around in the hotel alone, wait for us to come back." Meng Fan said outside the door that he would follow Dorje Palan to meet the eminent monk, and the other three Tibetan men did not follow, and they had already left the next day.

To be honest, he didn't care about what Dorje Paran said. It can be seen that after knowing the incarnations of twenty-four eminent monks, he cannot but be very interested in this guru in the mouth of others.

Meng Fan followed Dorje Paran and went.

Jokhang Temple, which has a high status in the hearts of Tibetans, is regarded as a holy place even if they are not believers. With a history of more than 1,300 years, it has a supreme position in Tibetan Buddhism.

The old lama mentioned by Dorje Paran is in the Jokhang Temple, not a living Buddha, in the minds of believers more respected than the living Buddha, believers who come to the Jokhang Temple every day to worship, anyone who knows this guru, will inevitably come to see. If you don't count hexagrams, you don't know divination, and you feel satisfied when you see and worship.

Today the Guru is nowhere to be seen, and the two young lamas refuse all pilgrims who come because the Guru has guests. A pair of mother and daughter, the daughter is too beautiful, enough to make the living Buddha want to look at it twice, the old lama is very inauthentic, a change from the past to get a monk, everywhere Zen machine style, grinning teeth are about to lose their teeth, squinting at the little girl fiercely.

Mother said, "Master, we are here to thank you this time, Han Han has been plagued by strange diseases since she was a child, thanks to the relics bracelet you gave her, Han Han can be the same as a normal girl." ”

"The bracelet isn't mine, it's hers." The old lama said.

The girl is Du Han, and her mother is Yang Xue'e.

Hearing the old lama's words, Yang Xue'e was no longer surprised, since they saw the old lama, he had never been normal.

"I really don't know how to thank you?" Yang Xue'e asked, I really don't know how to express my gratitude, and it is too vulgar to send sesame oil money. Ever since she entered the Jokhang Temple, she felt that it was a defilement for Buddhism to express her gratitude with money.

The old lama still stared at Du Han, as if he would go to reincarnation if he didn't look at her for a moment, at this time he was not a guru, Du Han was, he was just a believer. The old lama said, "There are 380 prayer cylinders in the main hall, go and turn around." She stayed, and I had something to say. ”

Yang Xue'e really went, leaving Du Han alone, kneeling on the futon and feeling uneasy, her hands folded, her eyes closed, and if you look closely, you will find that one of her eyes is open, secretly looking at the old lama.

The old lama said, "You don't have a Buddha in your heart, even if you kneel through the Jokhang Temple, what's the use?" ”

Du Han immediately closed his eyes, looking reverent.

The old lama also said, "No matter how pious you are, you don't know what to ask for, and what is the use of being pious for whom?" ”

Du Han didn't speak, knelt or stand, and didn't know what to do.

The old lama suddenly changed his style, sat on the futon, treasured **, and said, "Girl, I'll tell you your fortune." ”