In the afternoon in Sunshine City, He Bangwei is in the Potala Palace Square.

The sun would be warm, and he squinted at the passing tourists.

He arrived here last night, couldn't find a place to stay in the middle of the night, and made do with it all night in the car.

I opened the hotel in the morning, had a good breakfast, and walked around this beautiful place casually.

The Potala Palace is the most famous place in the city of Nikko, in fact, the city was called "Sajak" in ancient times, and the current name translates into Tibetan as "yes", which means to do things only by obeying the will of the Buddha.

The city is a sacred place for Tibetan Buddhism, especially here.

After a morning of strolling, He Bangwei already felt that the Tibetan atmosphere here was very strong, and from time to time he could see believers who came to worship the Buddha and make pilgrimages, and according to the vendor selling butter tea in the morning, many Tibetan believers had walked thousands of miles in three steps.

He Bangwei was a little puzzled by such a devout belief, but when he stayed in the square and really saw Tibetans worshipping like this, this puzzlement turned into a strong interest, what kind of religion can make people like this.

There are gods in this world?

Finding a place on Prague Square, He Bangwei looked at those pious people, listened to the Tibetan prayers that came from time to time, and thought that Han Xiaowei had said that there would be the arrival of the Living Buddha Dharma King, and made a decision in his heart to stay here for a few days and see for himself what kind of person he was.

There are people who have come all the way to this square in three steps and one thousand miles, He Bangwei looked at their red and yellow clothes lightly, but also felt a trace of solemnity.

Leaning on the stone pole for a while, remembering that the scarf had not been updated, he took out his mobile phone and turned around to take a picture of the Potala Palace, and then patted the Tibetans and sent it.

In the past two days, he found that the scarf is very interesting, there are friends to comment, there are strangers you don't know to watch, yesterday there were actually people who sent him a private message, after sending a few "like you" in a row, He Bangwei finally clicked on the person's information but didn't see anything famous.

After that, Wang Wei called and said about Xingyiquan's visit, and he was very worried between his words, although Sun Zhiqing was very polite from beginning to end, but from the two strong men in front of him who came in directly without even knocking on the door, it was obvious that there was no good intention.

He Bangwei saw it more openly, just said "um" to say that he knew, and then discussed the issue of a private message with Wang Wei.

Before hanging up the phone, Wang Wei mentioned that the company had been registered, which was named after him, called Luzhou Bangwei Network Technology Co., Ltd.

A little unexpectedly, after learning that it was difficult to return to his own world, his desire to make money was greatly reduced, and now he didn't say anything dejected when he saw that Wang Wei was full of interest.

After watching the square again and inhaling the fresh air of the plateau, He Bangwei relaxed his body slightly, his eyes saw the red brick wall of the Potala Palace, and saw the monks passing by above, but his face suddenly had a lazy look, and he chuckled, as if he smelled the fragrance of beef sauce.

He Bangwei walked to the restaurant in the square, and near noon, tourists from different places were already in place, and Mandarin mixed with local dialects made the place full of wonderful atmosphere.

Looking outside, there are mountains, blue sky and white clouds, and when you sit inside, you can easily gossip, although He Bangwei sits alone, and no one comes to talk to him.

asked for a sweet tea and Tibetan noodles, and waited quietly in the atmosphere of the restaurant, suddenly, He Bangwei saw a familiar figure.

Han Xiaowei walked into the restaurant with his bag and wrinkled clothes, his expression was a little decadent, and he looked up a little dazedly and happened to see He Bangwei on the table a little inside, his eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly.

"Brother He......" Han Xiaowei sat next to him, a little speechless.

"Huh?"

"I ...... I was deceived, not true love, no! Han Xiaowei emphasized again.

Sweet tea and Zang noodles were served, and He Bangwei moved over and said, "Tell me." ”

Han Xiaowei didn't continue, staring at the food on the table and swallowing: "Brother He, give me some shares, my wallet is gone." ”

He Bangwei was a little speechless, ordered the same again, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Well, don't mention it." Han Xiaowei let out a long sigh, and his face stopped talking.

I tasted a bite of Tibetan noodles, it was very fragrant, I heard that it was a soup made of yak bones and accompanied by Tibetan chili peppers, it was really delicious, He Bangwei didn't continue to ask him, just ate his own things.

Han Xiaowei sighed again, a little to himself: "So I still have to find a living Buddha to ask for marriage." ”

Rolling his eyes, He Bangwei said: "If you have the opportunity to go to Luzhou and introduce you to a friend, there should be a common language." ”

With a wry smile, Han Xiaowei took the noodles and began to eat in large gulps, but he was hungry.

may be hungry, the bowl of noodles on the back end was actually eaten by him first, Han Xiaowei was a little unpleasant, and took two sips of the sweet tea on the hand.

"This one is a bit like milk tea." He commented.

He Bangwei also finished eating, took a sip, and was noncommittal.

After paying the money and leaving the restaurant, Han Xiaowei suddenly felt clear when he saw the lofty scenery, walked a few steps on the square, hugged Sunshine City with open hands, and said to He Bangwei: "Brother He, lend me some money, you give me an account number, and I will ask my friend to call you...... I lost my phone too......"

He continued, "I will stay in Sunshine City for a few days until I see the Living Buddha. I took a ride on this part of the road, and I heard that the Living Buddha would arrive in two days. ”

He Bangwei's eyes flashed, and he finally asked a doubt: "...... Do you want to marry a living Buddha? Buddhism? ”

"What's the matter, I'll beg in my heart. Besides, the living Buddha who came this time, their sect can't help but get married. Han Xiaowei disagreed.

"Huh?" He Bangwei was a little surprised.

"I just can't help getting married, but it seems that after giving birth, I can't get close to women anymore." Han Xiaowei added, "Sakya's." ”

So far, He Bangwei's interest in his heart became even greater, and he asked, "The Living Buddha will arrive in a few days?" ”

"yes, that's what I heard." Han Xiaowei suddenly shouted, as if venting the depression in his heart, attracting many eyes.

Seeing that his expression was much brighter after he shouted, He Bangwei turned to see the prayer flags fluttering in the wind on the square.

Prague Square is flat and open, the wind is relatively strong on the plateau, and you can often hear the sound of songs coming from the wind, which is placed by the side shops to attract tourists, and occasionally Sanskrit scriptures, which belong to those characteristic shops.

Han Xiaowei walked around for a while, his mood gradually let go, he was a person who didn't like to remember, he would return to He Bangwei, pointed to the Potala Palace opposite and asked, "Have you gone in and browsed?" ”

"Not yet." He Bangwei replied that he actually wanted to wait for the living Buddha and watch it together then.

Han Xiaowei smiled, not knowing what to think, so that He Bangwei, who noticed his expression, took two steps away.

With a wave of his sleeves, Han Xiaowei stood on the square, pointed to the golden roof of the palace, looked at the red granite façade, and whispered affectionately.

That day

I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the prayer hall

Suddenly I heard the mantra you chanted

That month

I shake all the prayer cylinders, not for excess

Just to touch your fingertips

That year

Kowtow on the mountain road, not for the audience

Just to stick to your warmth

That life

Turning mountains and rivers and turning pagodas is not for the sake of repairing the afterlife

Just to see you on the way

……

He Bangwei saw that he was a little crazy, took a few steps back, took out his mobile phone and clicked a picture, but this time he took a picture of his whole person and sent it to his neck, and after thinking about it, he seriously accompanied the text: Literary youth, deceived.

Immediately, someone commented under the scarf.

Cafe domineering female owner: Just him? Also literary youth?

He Bangwei knew that this was Qiao Si when he saw this nickname, and replied with a smile: Yes, he was deceived.

This time he saw the private message again, or the person who sent several "I like you" in a row last time, and this time He Bangwei finally replied: I don't like you.

He didn't ask who it was, and I didn't like it anyway.

Han Xiaowei expressed his feelings enough, and dragged He Bangwei to the Monument of Peaceful Liberation, so that he could take pictures, for him, it was simply torturous to go to a tourist attraction without taking pictures.

After taking a few photos of him, He Bangwei raised his mobile phone again and wanted to take a picture of the Tibetans who came to worship, but was stopped by Han Xiaowei.

"Don't shoot them casually, you have to ask for permission, there seems to be some taboo here." He explained.

I looked at a woman who was very close, she slowly prostrated and kowtowed, her forehead was already very blue, but she didn't care.

After watching it quietly for a while, He Bangwei was really a little strange, according to his senses, the rules of this world really locked all the transcendent powers like heavy chains, why could there be a large number of devout people here.

"Do you believe there is a God?" asked Han Xiaowei.

"Haha, I don't believe it." He replied categorically, "I am the flower of the motherland that grew up under the red flag." ”

He Bangwei stared at the Tibetan woman who had already bowed forward, looked at her back in red and yellow clothes, and did not hide his doubts: "What about them? ”

"Well, respect for religious beliefs." Han Xiaowei is very positive in this regard.

I didn't speak, but my heart slowly became hot, if the people here can use extraordinary powers, and the living Buddha here has incredible abilities, then is it possible for me to go home? He Bangwei was a little excited.

It's unlikely, but what if. I can come here myself, in case there is a strange energy on the side of the Living Buddha!

Han Xiaowei sensitively noticed that the state of Brother He around him was not right, unlike the person he had come into contact with these days.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

He Bangwei waved his hand, and his voice was a little low: "I want to see the living Buddha." ”

So it was, was it shaken by the worshippers in front of you? Han Xiaowei's doubts were explained by the brain, and then he put it aside and said happily: "There is a fountain in the square at night, I heard that it is very beautiful." What, Brother He, Brother He, you can take me to open a room first, hey. He remembered where he didn't live yet.

Retracting his eyes and making up his mind that he must see the living Buddha, He Bangwei walked to the hotel and opened a room for this product first.

……

On the plateau, with good mountains, good scenery and good air, He Bangwei felt very satisfied.

I thought that Han Xiaowei was a drag oil bottle, but I didn't expect that after being deceived once, he seemed to be low for a long time and quickly put it away.

At night, he pulls himself on the square to experience various tourist activities, and during the day he wanders around him, and he relaxes his own, leaving space for each other.

He Bangwei felt a little fascinated by the quiet, easy-going life of the place, even if there were a lot of activities in the evening, until a group of people appeared in the afternoon.

"Hey, that's the Living Buddha?" Han Xiaowei leaned on the off-road vehicle and said to He Bangwei on the side.

A group of people wearing red, lotus-shaped monk crowns and red robes got out of the car in front of the Potala Palace and walked into the palace.

He Bangwei and Han Xiaowei happened to take something from the off-road vehicle and saw this scene.

Is the living Buddha or the Tibetan Sapoche finally here, He Bangwei felt a trace of excitement in his heart, not for faith, but for the hope of possible existence.

"Hey, let's go for lunch. People are in, and they are still watching. Han Xiaowei greeted.

There were more than a dozen people in a line, silently counting in his heart, and He Bangwei was measuring how to get close to or know what he wanted to know.

Back at the restaurant, after ordering cold noodles and yak beef jerky, He Bangwei muttered: "Don't you want to get married?" How do you ask for it? ”

The cold powder was quickly served, and Han Xiaowei tasted it and commented first: "Yes, this Tibetan pepper is different, fresh and spicy!" He knew that He Bangwei was particularly interested in eating, but after saying this, he didn't see He Bangwei taste it, and he was a little puzzled.

"When the time comes, the Living Buddha will receive the worshippers, and we will be able to see them. Maybe we can go up and offer a Hada too? Han Xiaowei guessed.

That's it, that's good, He Bangwei, who was relieved, also tasted the cold powder: "The taste is really different." Jelly, chili, chopped green onions, and salt are very refreshing to eat. ”

Han Xiaowei smiled, this is the familiar Brother He, but this will be a little weird.

Soon finished lunch, seeing that He Bangwei ordered to pack a yak jerky again, Han Xiaowei walked outside and asked him to take a photo of himself on the scarf - on He Bangwei's scarf, he found that the swordsman who played the guitar actually had a lot of fans, which stimulated his desire to perform, and he has been asking for updates on his photos for the past two days.

Let him stand back, with the Potala Palace as the background, He Bangwei raised his mobile phone, his eyes were slightly bent, and took a photo to update, with the text: The Potala Palace of the Living Buddha.

Retracting his subtle gaze and showing his phone to Han Xiaowei, He Bangwei walked away, but a little ripple gradually spread in his heart.

Will things go my way? Could it be that such a devout belief here is due to incredible abilities?

Not knowing the answer, He Bangwei was ready to wait patiently.

……

In the Potala Palace, His Holiness Sakya walked very slowly, looking at the bricks and tiles here, as if he was remembering something.

After a long time, before entering the palace, he said in a mellow and soft voice: "There is nothing to cling to, except for all seeing." ”

The people next to him listened reverently, but His Holiness no longer explained, but said, "Tomorrow afternoon, I will meet the believers." ”

The crowd stopped and whispered.

His Holiness Sakya walked into the palace and the door slowly closed.

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