Na-Mco, the highest sacred lake in the world, is a saltwater lake, and Zhou Yi was fortunate to be here.

Zhou Yi stayed in Lhasa for a few days, and was introduced by a friend at the inn to Namco by car.

The Tibetans in Lhasa are almost the same as the people in the cities outside, the same flies and flies, the same busy for life and interests, and when they encounter extreme Tibetans, they will even spit on tourists stranded in front of their doors, and even make some more extreme actions.

Zhou Yi sat in the car of a young Tibetan Han and went to Na-Muco.

All the way up, it became more and more barren, and even the grass grew less; Stop-and-go, it didn't take long for a big snow-capped mountain to appear in front of Zhou Yi's eyes!

On the way of Zhou Yi's ride, there are not many snow-capped mountains, but he is still shocked by this huge holy mountain that seems to be close in front of him.

Nianqing Tanggula Mountain, there are tourists who have "prepared for class" next to them chattering and taking pictures.

The car drove by quickly.

When I arrived at the lake, Hulala's circle of houses, simple and simple, most of them were similar to the sheds on the construction site, slightly cleaner, eighty yuan a bed, no water and no bathroom, and some hot water was barely provided, so I couldn't live in it.

Zhou Yi was about to go out to see other houses, and was lectured by the Tibetan-Han driver bully who looked quite kind before: If you go out, don't come again! Don't call me if you're bitten by a dog!

The Chinese language is blunt, cold, and ugly.

Zhou Yi didn't know what kind of mentality he was in when he said such words that were almost a curse, maybe it was driven by interests? Maybe it's really worried that a few people who went out will be bitten?

If you are so worried, could it be that if you live here, Zhou Yi and their nest of tourists will not go out and walk around? If he was really bitten by a dog, would he be responsible?

Zhou Yi always thinks about Tibetans with the greatest kindness, because he has met too many good Tibetans along the way, and they give the greatest kindness and welcome to passers-by.

Along the way, most of the time, as long as the riders around them are willing to stay in the homes of those traditional non-profit Tibetans and provide free meals, no one ever asks for money. It's just that most people can stand the bitter rain and lonely sun all the way, but they can't stand the eating habits of the Tibetan family, so they can only politely reject this enthusiasm.

Namtso is a sacred lake in Tibet, but because of the arrival of tourists, this clear water reflects the changes in people's hearts, and it cannot escape the red dust.

Zhou Yi did not look for housing again.

Taking advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention, he took out a large tent from the space and lay alone on the edge of the lake.

The lake is extremely quiet and quiet, without half a wave, like a huge sapphire, quiet and silent in this quiet place, silently narrating the changes of the ages.

It is so quiet, like a dumb girl, a beautiful and demure dumb girl, without speaking, with a smile and a smile, it will tell all the words in the world; It is so clear that even the stones at the bottom of the water can easily reveal their brilliance and color, so clear that the sunset at the end of the lake, the moon at the top, the light clouds in the sky, and the gentle mountains are all reflected one by one, illuminating all things in the world.

Zhou Yi sat by the lake, and his mind slowly sank and sank with the blue lake, and he sank down, quietly, and deeply.

He knew that all this filth had nothing to do with Qingbi's her.

When everyone said that she was a holy lake, she didn't smile or say anything, but just lay there quietly, dedicating her beauty to the world; When everyone said that she was too cold, too cold and too arrogant, she still smiled and did not speak, just lying quietly, watching the changes of the clouds, watching the snowflakes falling, slowly condensing the surface of the lake; When thousands of tourists walked by and gossip drifted away, she was still clear, reflecting everyone's soul......

Zhou Yi did it quietly at the water's edge, washing his soul over and over again in the blue water.

On the shore of a clear and deep lake, a small temple has been erected at some point, lying quietly in an unknown corner. It's clearly in the midst of people coming and going, but few people find it, and few people walk in.

Zhou Yi listened to the laughter in the temple and walked in.

A few half-grown children in monk's robes were playing football, and in this simplicity they showed their laughter as bright as ordinary people, revealing the same emotions and six desires.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but think of a poem: I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain. The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise.

The holy monks who want to come to this holy mountain and the holy lake are no different from others. Or what is different is that after being washed by this holy lake day and night, the mind is more pure and clearer, and there are a few ghosts and ghosts, which is rare.

Zhou Yi entered the temple.

Sure enough, it is a small temple where incense is not abundant, and among the people who enter the temple, there is only one visitor in Zhouyi, and the others are Tibetans or Tibetans' children wearing Tibetan costumes and red and black faces.

Both adults and children, in an old monk to turn a big money away, adults for a piece of five yuan, children for a dime and five cents, from this side to turn in, each Buddha and Bodhisattva in front of a paper money, appear pious.

In the whole temple, except for the chanting of the monks and the eulogy of the Tibetans, it is quiet, and there is not a trace of unusual sound.

Zhou Yi is not a religious person, even if he has a magical space, he has never believed in gods and Buddhas, but at this time, between the smoke of incense and the chanting of Buddhist words, there is only piety in his heart.

Piety to the Buddha is even more devotion to the heart.

Zhou Yibai is not a wooden clay sculpture, only a sincere heart.

The Buddha is very evil, all kinds of demons and monsters you can imagine are revealed in the Buddha in all directions, but there is the slightest disagreement, there are countless monsters who will peel off your heart and your flesh, swallow it, and so on, unless it is a truly hard-hearted, unforgiving evil person, otherwise, only that innocent heart can be left.

At this time, there is no obstacle to a clear heart, can shine on the majestic Buddha in the temple, and see the golden Buddha's brightness! Take away all the ghostly filth in your heart! Finally, let the whitewashed spirit get a moment of peace and integrity.

Zhou Yi silently walked around the temple, and at this time, all the Tibetans who worshiped were gone.

He also walked out through the side door, put on his shoes again, and walked out the door.

A Tibetan monk with extremely short and thin skin and bones appeared in front of Zhou Yi's eyes at some point.

At this time, both the chanting of the Tibetan monks in the temple and the laughter of the children in the temple have stopped; All of them are out of sight; What can be seen is only a blue lake outside the wall, the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, the red light of the sunset, and an old monk who is exposed under the red mang.

The old monk's cloudy eyes are clear and profound, as if he has seen through everything in the world, through the emptiness of the universe, and has seen that time and space come and go, and the years have traveled and shone on the person in front of him.

He muttered Tibetan that Zhou Yi couldn't understand - a faint voice came, revealing the last piece of dirt in Zhou Yi's heart, revealing a heart lake as clear as Namco, showing a clear and tranquil one.

The old monk came for some reason, and left for some reason, when Zhou Yi walked out of the temple, I don't know when, there was a string of warm and moist black beads on his hand, I can't see what the texture is, much heavier than wood, and much warmer than stone, with it at hand, not long or short, between walking, a grain of balls, like the Tibetan people who turn the scriptures, emitting a deep sound and twilight drum that only Zhou Yi can hear, a slightly drowsy soul, clear and thorough again......

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That's almost all for this volume; The next volume, let's get down to business.

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