In the circle of people surrounding the gate, there were Tibetans, Han Chinese doing business nearby, and a few backpackers with heavy bags on their backs, all crowded at the door, stretching their necks to look at the 100,000 pagoda. At the outermost, there were several dirty Tibetan children, demanding money from everyone who passed by. There were also people who wanted to squeeze inside, but there were two monks standing at the door, as if admonishing these people.

The Tibetans naturally had a lot of respect for these monks, and even if they were excited, they obeyed, but the Han people were not very happy, especially the backpackers, who shouted loudly and expressed their anger and dissatisfaction.

However, whether they pleaded, reprimanded, or sprinkled, it had no effect, and the two monks in red robes just refused to let people in.

Looking at the colorful light on the other side of the pagoda, Namka Gyatso's breathing was rough, but he refused to move, pulling the corners of my clothes and the miscellaneous hairy path, pitiful. I know that I have been with the miscellaneous hairy path, and I just watched it strangely, and by the way, I made a reference with my own exercises, but a Buddhist like Nanka Gyatso is different, this is his lifelong belief, in the face of this miracle, where can he go back?

However, when Miscellaneous Trail and I looked at the monk who had reported the news with a pleading gaze, he shook his head and said no.

He said that Guru Panjue only said that he would invite two people to come and observe, and as for the others, he was not authorized to do so, so he could not help with this. Hearing this, Nanka Gyatso's steps were a little unsteady, and this old man in his forties was as helpless as a child. However, he broke free at the end of the day, choked back tears, gritted his teeth, and turned away step by step.

I don't know what the road is about, but seeing Nam Ka Gyatso like this, my heart is quite unpleasant, but the monk obviously didn't think it, he took us, around the door, towards the side door at the back.

When we entered the temple, he bowed to us and said that the two lamas had not been free for the past few days, and that they would probably not come to see you until the evening. I'll arrange a monk's house for the two of you first, stay for the time being, and wait for tomorrow's ceremony, okay?

No one looks freer, so we naturally agreed to come down with a mouthful of words, saying okay, it's good, it's troublesome for the little master.

The monk gave another salute and said that it was okay, please come with the little monk.

He led us around the various buildings and walked slowly. On the way here, we have already come into contact, this kid is simply a stuffy oil bottle, and he can't beat a fart with three sticks, so it is inconvenient to ask questions, just look around curiously.

The main building of this Baiju Temple, that is, the center of the Tsoqin Hall and the auspicious Duomen Pagoda (100,000 pagodas), and then divided into 16 Zacang (note: Tibetan Buddhist monks or monks' monastral colleges) and various Buddhist halls, as well as Zha Xia, monk residences and other buildings), the overall look is very huge, because of these small things, we are hindered in our hearts, and we dare not swagger loudly, bow our heads, like angry little daughters-in-law, in addition to constantly sweeping around with the afterglow, we just follow the forward.

Maybe there is still a day left before the rainbow scene, and because the main gate is closed, there are not many people on the road, and the things we feared have not happened. After a short time, we came to a yellowish building, and the monk led us to a room inside, explained some precautions and taboos, and then bowed and left.

Walking into the room, there was nothing worth mentioning in the humble monastic house, except for a few worn-out thangkas.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao and I put away our luggage and sat on the bed, a little apprehensive in our hearts. People are afraid of the unknown, in this legendary Buddhist holy place, tourists who spend money to buy tickets, can only feel the novelty and solemnity of Tibetan Buddhism, and we are overwhelmed by the ubiquitous, vast and righteous Buddha hall atmosphere, heavy.

In this environment, psychologically, people are congenitally inferior.

I swallowed my saliva, and I didn't dare to let the two flowers out to play, but I just cared about the wilting tiger cat and asked how it felt.

The fat hen came out with a Trump: "I believe in your evil!" This place, how does it feel so familiar, I've never been to **, adult, how can this be? ”

I touched its fat belly, and it seemed to be fine, so I ignored it and asked the miscellaneous hairy trail, saying that along the way, I didn't feel anything abnormal?

Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao nodded, saying yes, there are many masters, some are even comparable to the level of the elder of Maoshan, but they didn't show up, just a glance through the window, just curious, no hostility - at least there is no strong hostility.

We already know that in this temple, it is not like the mainland, where one person is in charge and is managed vertically, but the Sakya, Gelug, Kadam and other sects coexist peacefully in one temple, and each sect has a few places to set up, so even if we are invited to come, we can't walk sideways, we need to live with our eyebrows low, so as not to be pulled to the sore spot, otherwise we will not be able to participate in the grand ceremony, not to mention, and send it to the government, when the time comes, the gains will outweigh the losses.

But to be a low-key person, we are used to this thing, but there is nothing uncomfortable, sit cross-legged on the bed, and then begin to breathe, eyes open and close, breath long, after a while, the sky is dark, only the lights are lit around. We seemed to have been forgotten, and no one came to provide us with food, but when we came, Namka Gyatso brought us some tsamba and a jar of butter tea.

People are under the eaves, we have to bow our heads, and we don't dare to go out, so we pinch the tsamba bag, and then fill our stomachs with butter tea.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, there was a sound of footsteps in the hallway, and then there was a knock on the door, and we got off the bed, and the door opened, and it was the little lama by the lake.

We have fought side by side, we can be regarded as comrades-in-arms, we have not been separated for a long time, but we will not be strange, we have seen each other, and we have each sat down at the table.

The little lama apologized to us, saying that he was going to return the next day, gather manpower and equipment, and go to find out the relics buried in the bottom of the lake for thousands of years, and worship the Buddha hall, day and night.

This is a big event, and it is also a grand ceremony, which shakes the industry, so there is no time, and I have been busy with this matter all the time, and I have to take turns to recite the Buddha and pray to bless this matter to be consummated, so it is so late that we are notified.

We waved our hands and said that there is no need to apologize, we will naturally save everything, and there is no need to say more. We are very grateful to Venerable Pangaw for inviting us to come and observe the ceremony.

The little lama said that the reason why the master invited you to come here is that we owe you something about the Tianhu Lake, and secondly, the master said that I have a relationship with you and need to be closer to you in the future. He has been in charge of etiquette and hospitality these days, and he is very busy, so he will not come to see you today, and I will see you tomorrow, and I ask you to forgive me.

This little lama is feminine in appearance, behaves in a mannered manner, and if you put aside this smooth head, she looks like a beautiful son.

We chatted for a while, and he explained to us some of the arrangements for tomorrow and then discussed some spiritual issues with us. His questions do not involve identity cross-examination, simple academic discussions, such an attitude makes us seem very relaxed, I feel that although this little lama is not very old, but for the sophistication of human affairs, he is very thorough, and he is not a bookworm who is dedicated to learning.

It can be predicted that this little lama will definitely be able to become a man of the year in this realm.

Both sides were deliberately making friends, and they were talking about some spiritual problems, so they talked very happily, and it was about half past ten before the little lama got up to say goodbye. We said goodbye to the door, and then looked out the window to see the little lama slowly departing, step by step, over a prayer wheel, and disappearing. I stroked my palms and sighed, saying that such a character is a masterpiece of the world, and I am fortunate to see it.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao smiled faintly and said Little poison, I bet that this little lama must be a reincarnated Venerable, a living Buddha who is not in the file.

I don't believe it, the reason has been mentioned before, this is not determined by strength, but by the system, and the system determines everything. Therefore, this little lama is at most a person with a strong Buddha nature.

Idle and bored, the two of us argued about this issue for a while, but when we looked out the window, a nervous look suddenly appeared on our face, and then we deliberately hid inside. I was strange, I stretched out my head to look, but I saw a thin old face, and my heart jumped, isn't this Maoshan Elder Mao Tongzhen?

I'll wait to see it again, Miscellaneous Xiaodao stretched out his hand, dragged me inside, and deliberately lowered his voice and reprimanded: "I want to die, do you think they can't feel your gaze?" My heart was beating wildly, and cold sweat suddenly flowed down, and I asked in a low voice, "How did they find it?" Miscellaneous Xiaodao was also depressed, and asked rhetorically, saying how could he know the Dao?

He roughly counted the time, stuck his head out again, glanced at it quickly, and then shrank back, shuddering.

I asked what's wrong, so scared? He stared at me and whispered, "Little poison, do you know who is coming from the Dao?" ”

I shook my head and said that I just glanced at it in a hurry, and I only saw Mao Tongzhen's old turtle, who else?

Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao said word by word: "Liu Xuedao, the elder of the torture hall, the elder of the Maoshan Sect, the strength of the top three elders!" "I don't feel it, who are the first two? Miscellaneous Xiaodao explained to me that the first is naturally his master Tao Jinhong, and the second is the Elder of Gong Chuangong, the successor of Li Daozi. I took a deep breath of cold air and said that this product is even more powerful than Yang Zhixiu?

Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao shook his head and said that he didn't know what to do, he had been away from Maoshan for many years, and he didn't know what Yang Zhixiu was cultivating now, and the senior brother was also secretive, maybe......

The two of us were talking carefully with the window closed, and just then, there was another knock on the door.