Go to XZ, no one will not go to the Potala Palace.

The Potala Palace is located on the Maburi Mountain in the northwest of Lhasa, XZ, and the palace is connected with the mountain peak, as if it is not framed up but grows from the top of the mountain, but is made by all things in heaven and earth, and is immortal for thousands of years by sucking the aura of the earth. From a few miles away, people will be impressed by the western castle-like buildings, the kind of spirit between the loess and blue sky, and the majesty created by thousands of years of tempering makes people feel awe at a glance, and there is an urge to bow and worship.

"Potala" is the transliteration of Sanskrit "Putuo", this palace built on the top of the mountain in the hearts of Tibetans is like the Guanyin Bodhisattva lives on Putuo Mountain, known as "the eternal goal of the pilgrim", the local believers have a saying: the eternal goal, never stop the footsteps.

Kowtow. One of the oldest, most primitive, most painful ways of suffering that only saints can endure.

During XZ religious activities, people put their hands together and raise them above their heads, arch three times from the top, to the forehead, and to the chest, and then prostrate themselves on the ground, stretch out their hands, lay flat on the ground, mark the ground, and then stand up again as before. In the past, some devout Buddhists traveled thousands of miles from SC and QH to Lhasa to worship the Buddha, bowing three steps and worshipping for several years, and many died on the way, but they also felt sincere and uncomplaining.

Niu Xuanzhu and the others deeply felt the culture of XZ, and even Hao Che, who vomited like a dead dog, suddenly got better, and insisted on walking a few miles and entering the Potala Palace to have a look.

On the way to the Potala Palace, Niu Xuanzhu and others met a mother and son, the son pushed a squeaky tricycle, and the mother sat on the car with her eyes closed and a reverent face, with prayer flags inserted in the car, loaded with tents and other daily necessities, and moved towards the Potala Palace step by step. Every few steps, the son had to help the old mother out of the car, and the two of them were prostrate on the ground, chanting words in their mouths, and in order to prevent the palms from being worn out, both of them had wooden prototypes on their hands.

Judging from the appearance of the mother and son, they should have been gone for at least a few months, and it is likely that a filial son wanted to make a pilgrimage to his mother before his mother died. He must have hoped that after his mother's death, he would be closer to the Buddha and that he would be able to attain transcendence and be free from the sufferings of hell.

"Auntie, you still play rattles at such an old age, look at your drum, there is only a small ball left, why don't you borrow me to play?" Niu Shuzhu, who didn't understand anything, pointed to the prayer wheel and the big lady on the car.

Rulan and the others were really angry, so they hurriedly came up and grabbed the cow bolt pillar and dragged it back, and kept giving the mother and son daoqian, although they felt that the chance of the other party being able to understand Mandarin was very small.

Unexpectedly, the old man not only did not get angry, but smiled and waved at Niu Zhuzhu and others, opened a burden on the car, and didn't know what he was turning over.

"Grandma isn't looking for a haode rattle for me, is she?" Niu Xuanzhu guessed, and was immediately met with the eyes of everyone else.

The Tibetan who pulled the cart folded his hands and bowed to Niu Xuanzhu and the others, "Guests from afar, my mother asked you to come over." "Surprisingly, he was fluent in Mandarin.

When Niu Shuzhu and the others approached the car, the old man actually took out a few snow-white Hada from his baggage, and motioned Niu Shuzhu to stick his head over.

The old man put that hata on everyone's shoulders, and then chanted in Tibetan for a while, and bowed in the direction of the Potala Palace.

"Mom is praying for you, and I wish the guests a safe and healthy journey." The young Tibetans kindly explained, and followed the example of their mother, and also prayed for Niu Zhuzhu and others.

"Xiexie, you~" Rulan folded her hands and bowed to the mother and son respectively, and Niu Xuanzhu and others were also moved and sincerely prayed for the simple mother and son.

There are still a few miles away from the palace, and everyone walked together, and during the conversation, Niu Xuanzhu and others learned that the Tibetan name is Amdo, and he and his mother are from Qamdo, and they have walked for nearly half a year to come here.

"Oh my God, how did my old mother persevere all this way~ It's unimaginable." Xiaoyu couldn't believe it.

"My mother is terminally ill, the doctor said that she can only live for three months at most, she seems to have felt something, clamoring to come to the pilgrimage, even my body is a little unbearable along the way, but my mother not only persevered for half a year, but also sent out hundreds of Hada along the road, praying for hundreds of people." As Andor spoke, his knife-like face showed a look of relief and happiness, and then he turned around and helped the old mother out of the car for a new round of kneeling.

For him, it is a haode for his mother to live one more day, his efforts are worth it, and these hardships have become a kind of happiness.

Everyone was speechless in shock, and they all willingly knelt down with the mother and son, and they were praying for the old man wholeheartedly.

The hata on their shoulders fluttered in the wind, as if to let the old man's moving story fly to every corner of the shijie with the wind of the plateau. Hada is the streamer of the fairy in the legend, so isn't the old man the kind and compassionate fairy~

Next, Niu Xuanzhu, Huo Qiang, and Jia Di took over the task of pulling the cart, and couldn't help but let Anduo, Rulan and others get on the tricycle to accompany the old man, so that the old man can enjoy the joy of Zuihou.

Everyone insisted on paying the old man for a few miles of kowtowing, and the long kowtow of just a few miles made Niu Xuanzhu and others feel that the world was spinning, and they were even more shocked by the old man's persistence. And the old man who didn't know Chinese at all smiled every time Rulan and the others spoke, holding this hand for a while, holding that hand for a while, and taking some food and medicine for Hao Che to take, really treating these people as if they were her own children.

Looking at such a picture, thinking that such a kind old man was about to leave this shijie, Niu Xuanzhu's heart was really uncomfortable, and the more kind the old man smiled, the more sour his nose became. looked sideways at Huo Qiang, who was pulling the cart together, and found that the unpromising guy was secretly wiping his tears.

"Hey, you boy, be careful not to get Hada dirty!" Niu Zhuzhu reminded Huo Qiangdao.

"You know, what's the, mind your own business. is the same person, look at how big the gap is between you and your old mother~" Huo Qiang was afraid that tears would stain Hada, and he was afraid that taking off Hada would disappoint the old man, so he wiped his eyes with his sleeve and stroked his nose.

After half a year's journey, we are finally about to get to the point. And the closer to the Potala Palace, the more people travel, the more indifferent the feeling of XZ simplicity, the hustle and bustle replaces the silence, the worldly pollutes the transcendence, and the majestic palace seems to be just a tourist attraction.

A new problem has arisen, because it is the tourist season, the Potala Palace is crowded with tourists, and there are at least nearly 4,000 people waiting outside the Potala Palace, which only receives 2,300 tourists every day.

The old man kept talking to Andor, and Andor explained with a helpless and anxious look.