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Lhasa, which means "holy land" or "Buddha land" in Tibetan, has been the political, economic, cultural and religious center of Tibet since ancient times.

Because you can see the sun here for 8 hours and 15 minutes every day, which is half more than in the eastern region at the same latitude, plus the splendid Potala Palace, it is also called "Sunshine City" by Tibetans.

He had already decided to go home in advance, but Yang Meng didn't expect that after continuing to walk alone for a few days, he saw the majestic Potala Palace from a distance, bathed in golden sunlight as if it were made of gold......

Since you have arrived in Lhasa before you know it, why should you go in and see this city of Buddhas?

Compared with the poverty and misery of other Tibetan places, Lhasa is obviously much richer and more lively, especially after the second entry of British troops into Tibet, many Buddhists from India, Nepal and other Southeast Asian countries have made a pilgrimage to the city of Sunshine as a pilgrimage to "purify the soul".

Therefore, when Yang Meng, who was wearing only a thin piece of felt and was bare-headed and barefoot, walked into the holy city and came to the foot of the Red Mountain with great calm, not only was he not despised by those people outside the Tibetan area, but he felt the unprecedented welcome of the Tibetan people, and even some foreign Buddhists worshipped along the way.

"Dervishe! Buddha! ”

"Ascetic! Son! ”

Yang Meng couldn't understand the meaning of 'ascetic' and 'Buddha' in the mouths of Tibetans, but he understood the words 'ascetic monk and holy son' shouted by a few awe-inspiring foreigners, "Nima, I'm just dressed a little more fashionable." You don't need to treat me as a sharp brother......"

In this era of extremely inconvenient transportation, Buddhist believers from all over the world have suffered enough from the scorching sunshine and unpredictable weather of the Tibetan Plateau, even if they all wear cotton jackets made of fur according to the local customs, there will be terrible altitude sickness, so for Yang Meng, who is almost naked, directly bearing the sun, wind, frost, dust and sand of the plateau, people will naturally feel heartfelt awe and even worship in their hearts.

It's good to die, but Yang Meng hates braids. I have long been accustomed to the image of a bald head. Even if he was hiking alone in the wilderness, he would shave his head clean because the pores on his head were the densest, and he could better feel the daily refining method, so. Inevitably, there will be misunderstandings between ascetics and even Buddhas.

"Tashi Dele ......"

Look at the devout people with prayer wheels in hand. They chanted Buddhist scriptures and knelt on the side of the road to worship with great devotion. Yang Meng's heart was full of slander, but his face still had an ancient and waveless expression, since he realized the heart of a child. Yang Meng has now finally abandoned his scheming since the time travel, and gradually unfolded in the direction of pure and casual thinking.

Of course, the mind is pure, sometimes it does not necessarily only represent solemnity, at least Yang Meng's heart now, there are some mischievous thoughts, "In this Buddhist holy land, it is also quite fun to occasionally pretend to be a magic stick, maybe, there can be some unexpected gains......"

In the months of retreat in Longhua Temple, Yang Meng was quite accomplished in the study of the Tripitaka and other Buddhist scriptures, and as for the Tibetan Buddhist Mahamudra, it was something that led him to be interested in Buddhist scriptures.

The cloud-shrouded Red Mountain Winter Palace, the clear blue and clean sky, the mysterious and profound Buddhist culture, and Yang Meng's 'immovable and moving' are a beautiful scenery of an ordinary holy land......

The believers who were still watching from a distance, saw this picture that only in the Buddhist scriptures had heard of, and they didn't feel that it was the old tears rushing wildly, and occasionally one or two because of crowding, "This is the real Buddha, you look at the body of the King Kong that is not invaded by the cold and heat, and then look at the solemn appearance of the King of the Immovable Ming ......"

Seeing the believers with expressions of excitement and awe on their faces constantly pouring up, Yang Meng suddenly realized in his heart that he was probably a little too playful, but now that it is difficult to ride a tiger, he can't stop and tell everyone a Buddhist scripture translated into Chinese, right?

So, Yang Meng's face was silent, but he didn't dare to pause at all, ignoring the devout believers who knelt on the ground one by one along the way, and just walked straight to the majestic Potala Palace on the top of the Red Mountain.

"Please get on the horse!"

Along the way, I suddenly saw the crowd in front of me quiet, and then quietly dispersed to both sides, and on the steps where the crowd separated, slowly walked down a few lamas wearing red monk robes and crowns.

The lama was about forty years old, with dark skin, wrinkles carved by the wind and the sun, and a white horse in his hand, and walked over to Yang Meng and whispered a word.

Yang Meng shook his head, and didn't dare to say that he didn't understand the meaning of this thing, but walked forward silently, until he reached the top of the mountain, and then he saw that two rows of lamas with conch and horn horns were already in full array, and when he marched forward again, a roaring horn suddenly sounded in the vast sky.

Woowoo......

"Now that Zhen Nima is playing big, what can I do about it?"

Looking at the groups of solemn lamas bowing down, and the old-faced lamas turning prayer wheels in their hands and greeting him with a kind smile, Yang Mengyue didn't know how to end.

"Please ...... Buddha"

Seeing the lamas talking in unison, Yang Meng simply turned his heart sideways, and continued to walk forward with his eyes closed, no matter how these lamas around him called, he didn't respond to anyone, just silently felt the qi emitted by the crowd moving forward, leaving the crowd behind little by little.

Holding the immovable Ming King Seal in his hand, he was as firm as a rock, but he was uneasy because of his recklessness, until he walked through the layers of palaces and pavilions and walked to a platform with the hottest sunlight, and then he felt a pure natural vitality.

Call......

There was no loud voice, no noisy footsteps, only full of sunlight shining down, Yang Meng finally took a breath, although he felt that no one around him was following, but he still didn't open his eyes, and he didn't dare to open his mouth to speak, just walked to a place where the mountain wind was strong with intuition, and sat down cross-legged silently, feeling the most abundant sunlight in Sunshine City, and slowing down his breath in the blowing mountain wind.

"Now that you've installed the magic stick, let's just put the god stick to the end...... I just don't know how long I can last......"

A few old lamas with pale eyebrows, surrounded by groups of terrified lamas, panted and chased to the outside of Deyang Xia, looking at the unknown distant 'Buddha', they quietly walked to the edge of the platform with their eyes closed, and suddenly sat on the edge of the platform at the moment when they were about to fall to pieces.

"The Living Buddha is far away in Darjeeling, Tianzhu, even if he sends someone back, he will not be so public, tell the people below to temporarily close Deyangxia, and wait for this 'Buddha' to settle down, and then test what his intentions are in the Potala Palace......"

"What? Yang Meng may have gone to Sunshine City? Have you been asleep in daylight for five days and haven't woken up? ”

The successive setbacks and the tragic deaths of the two great sword killing gods made the Japanese, who had not stopped shouting before, gradually close their mouths and learn to be silent, and because of the victory in the battle, the Shanghai First National Art Museum ushered in an unprecedented upsurge in martial arts.

After finishing the CIA's affairs, and going to the National Art Museum to help screen the apprentices for the second time, Tsing Yi is now really a little envious of Ruoli's temperament of not caring about things outside the window, but before she could rest for a while, she heard Yang Meng's news from Ryan's mouth again.

"Ryan went to find you, if you leave the master, you will go to the palace to find Yaqiao and come back, and Qingzhou will ask your master to let several other masters come here to discuss countermeasures......"

Even if he was exhausted, hearing such a big thing suddenly made Tsing Yi nervous again, but when the three of them came back, only Wang Yaqiao, who was anxious, followed behind Huo Diange, and as for Ruoli and several other grandmasters, there was no one at all.

"If you leave the master and wife, the master is sealing the martial arts that he wants in his heart, there will be no danger, let's just wait and see what happens......"

Seeing Qingzhou nodding on the side, Tsing Yi felt a little puzzled, "Your master said the same thing?" ”

"The master said that Uncle Yang has gained a lot from entering Tibet this time, if he wakes up from the meditation, I am afraid that he may find the way to become a Dan, and from then on he is a person who can know the gods and understand the Buddha, even if someone wants to hurt him, it is difficult to do it, let the master of Tsing Yi help screen the apprentices in the martial arts hall with peace of mind......"

Tsing Yi opened his mouth and looked at Wang Yaqiao, not knowing whether to be more happy or worried, and after hesitating for a while, he turned his head and said to Ryan: "Is your source reliable?" Is it possible to find a way to pass on some news back? ”

Lyne nodded, "I heard from my uncle's priesthood that it is said that the four famous dervishes of India are now also related to the thirteenth world. Lai rushed to Tibet to seek the Dharma of the six paths of the Arhat meditation with his master......"

"Yes, I'm so nervous, I forgot that Yang Meng is not a good person in the eyes of you Britons......"

Wang Yaqiao looked at Tsing Yi's self-deprecating wry smile, and didn't know how to persuade in his heart, but he thought that now that he had made a small success in splitting his fist, he didn't feel extra relieved when he said to Ruoli, "Master's kung fu is now no one can harm him, but the Guoshu Pavilion is too crowded, even if we screen it, I'm afraid there will be fish that slip through the net......"

Tsing Yi stood up, his face was slightly fixed, "Your master is far away in Sunshine City, no matter how worried you are, you can't help anything, Yaqiao, you go and see those people who have signed up to learn art outside, it's best to let the newcomers in our upper courtyard also mix in, and send half of them to the other four national art halls, the Japanese are anticlimactic, but they have fulfilled the prestige of our national art hall, and take this opportunity to promote the national art in Shanghai......

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… (To be continued!)

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