On Prague Square, many Tibetans and tourists gathered, and it was not easy to see a living Buddha meeting believers today.

Tourists gathered in twos and threes, looking at the Tibetans who had gathered spontaneously with great curiosity.

These Tibetans approached each other, and the red and yellow clothes converged together, gradually dyeing into a solemn ocean, making the voices of tourists talk quieter.

He Bangwei and Han Xiaowei stood next to their off-road vehicles, both a little excited.

Han Xiaowei is a journey because of his own wishes, and He Bangwei is a source of piety that may be seen.

After the doors of the Potala Palace were opened, there was no one to maintain order, and these Tibetans were not in chaos, they were only pious and happy on their faces, they were lucky, some of the pilgrims who had traveled thousands of miles to worship were still on the road and could not see Sakya Rinpoche.

Tibetans spontaneously chanted scriptures, the Tibetan language buzzed, and tourists looked at each other and followed the procession.

On the square, colorful prayer flags printed with Buddhist scriptures and bird and animal patterns fluttered in the wind, and watched this group of believers slowly enter the Potala Palace.

Han Xiaowei was mixed in the crowd, infected by the solemn atmosphere, and slowly looked down, excited about the imminent meeting of the living Buddha.

He Bangwei's figure was still straight, and he was a little curious about the palace that he hadn't come in and browsed these days.

The Potala Palace is built on the mountain, the buildings overlap, and there are two palaces of white and red according to the color, and they are being guided into the red palace.

The palace here is thousands of years old, and walking in it, the cloister is deflected, and the walls are decorated with gilded bronze ornaments, all in Tibetan colors.

He Bangwei passed by the stone pillar, and when he saw that there were bright colored paintings on it, he smiled in his heart, he had seen a similar religious feeling.

Just as he was about to look sideways, a Tibetan next to him said a word of Tibetan seriously. Serious attitude.

He Bangwei glanced at the Tibetans, did not continue his movements, but indifferently admired this old hall and the strong Tibetan style.

Walking through two corridors, Tibetans and tourists enter the Hall of the Dharma King in the Red Palace.

Two tourists next to them whispered that this is the central location of the Potala Palace, and below is the summit of Maburi Mountain. It is a building left over from the Tufan period.

He Bangwei raised his eyes and looked, there were many statues on the side, he didn't know who they belonged to, the front hall was still empty, it seemed that the living Buddha had not yet come.

After Han Xiaowei entered the palace of the Dharma King, he muttered and read words, He Bangwei listened to it funny, touched him and said, "I haven't come yet, I will repeat your wish later." ”

swallowed his saliva, and was rendered by the solemn atmosphere of this hall. Han Xiaowei was a little nervous.

The palace of the Dharma King is tall and deep, and He Bangwei is faintly looking forward to the arrival of the living Buddha.

It didn't take long for three figures to walk in from the front side door.

The light in the hall was a little dim, He Bangwei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw a slightly chubby old man in a golden and red costume walking in front, followed by two middle-aged people, dressed in red robes but not loose.

The old man's face was a little round. He wore a pair of glasses and sat down in the temple. Spit out a sentence of Tibetan.

The Tibetans in the hall are all prostrate and salute, and the tourists also bend slightly to show respect.

Ho Bang Wei is in the back row, his eyes fixed on this Sakya Venerable King, can he bring what he wants?

The old man spoke in Tibetan, and his voice was smooth and mellow, as if he was explaining the Dharma. The Tibetans in the temple have tears in their faces from time to time.

The people next to him were all listening solemnly, He Bangwei couldn't understand what he said, just condensed and carefully felt the breath brought by this old man.

His face was ordinary, and there was nothing strange about it, and he looked at it carefully. But he felt a rare feeling germinating from him.

Since coming to this world and being in this society, he has seen many people, from police professors to traders and pedestrians, from martial arts practitioners to train passers, he has seen all kinds of people, but this feeling of scarcity at first sight is only occasional.

Perhaps, the female Taoist priest he once saw in Emei San'e Mountain is one, He Bangwei was thoughtful.

In front of the hall, a middle-aged man in a red robe behind the old man on the left side is inspecting everyone with his eyes, the Tibetans are all listening attentively, and the tourists are also infected by the atmosphere and bowing their heads, only a man in the back row is straight, and there is no other color on his face.

The middle-aged man secretly paid attention, this is a tourist.

At this time, the old man lifted his glasses and said in Chinese: "Welcome, everyone who has come to Sunshine City. "He is fluent in Chinese, and he doesn't feel his Tibetan accent at all.

There was a commotion among the tourists, but they didn't expect the Living Buddha to greet them.

The old man stood up, his face was very soft, and he turned back to the person on his right and whispered, "Tashi." ”

With a simple face, Tashi stepped forward and spoke to the Tibetans in Tibetan, and then said to the tourists in Mandarin: "Here is the blessing of touching the top." I am a Buddha with compassion. ”

Tibetan and Chinese were intertwined, and the people in the hall responded in their own way, but Ho Bang Wei did not speak, realizing that this was a good opportunity to make contact, and he could get closer to see what this Tibetan called Rinpoche really like.

Han Xiaowei said excitedly to He Bangwei next to him: "It's so lucky, you can still be blessed." Turning his face to look, he wondered, "Why don't you look happy at all?" ”

He Bangwei smiled slightly, but did not answer, and the Tibetans in front of him were already queuing up tacitly.

The Tibetans took out the prepared white hata and patterned golden satin and slowly stepped forward.

The old man was already sitting in the center of the temple, his left hand in front of his knees, and his right hand touching the top of the devotees who passed in front of him.

In comparison, there are many fewer people on the tourists' side who prepare Hada in advance, and Han Xiaowei is a little anxious when he sees that the people in front of him can give Hada.

He himself muttered to himself in the crowd: "Isn't it rude to come forward empty-handed like this?" Bless, bless! After the previous brewing and the explanation of the tourists around him, he was deeply excited about this rare trip.

He Bangwei quietly followed the team forward, without any other moves, but his face remained calm.

His face fell on the eyes of the middle-aged man who had been standing on the left side of the old man, and he silently raised his vigilance.

He was the fourth disciple of King Sakya, Dorjee, and he had seen the expressions of various devotees and tourists in many blessed scenes with his master, but it was the first time he had seen such a person who had always remained plain and quiet.

How could he not show other expressions when he could see Rinpoche, Dorjee had such a thought in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on He Bangwei, who was slowly moving forward with the procession.

The old man's right hand slowly touched the believers passing by, peaceful and solemn, and when all the Tibetans had walked by, and when it was the turn of the tourists, he looked at it and suddenly noticed He Bangwei, who had been looking at him.

As if attracted by something, the old man looked at He Bangwei for a few seconds, revealing a smile, and a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

Han Xiaowei walked to the front a little tremblingly, and behind him was He Bangwei.

The consciousness body swirls slightly, and it is coming. (To be continued.) )

PS: Hey, there is a chapter testimonial in the author's background, which is quite novel.

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