The sound of magic weapons and horns came slowly, penetrating the clear sky, echoing in the ears, moving through the nine heavens, with endless * and sacred. Among the pilgrims, there are many lamas, dressed in ochre-colored robes, doing French rituals halfway up the mountain. All this is so strange and mysterious to Xiao Mo and Xiao Du. In front of Sera Temple, there is a sea of people, and the road to the temple is covered by believers.

People who go up the mountain are flying wind horses all the way, praying for their long-cherished wishes, and the whole city is immersed in the breath of the lofty and clear spirit of Buddhism. Du Yuanyuan tugged at Xiaomo's sleeve and said, "Let's go in and bow down, repent and repent in front of the Buddha, and seek a good place for the next life." ”

Mo Qingye just smiled when he heard this, and then shook his head gently, "If you want to go, I'll forget it." ”

Du Yuanyuan blinked, "Then I won't go either, let's go, hurry up the mountain." ”

Qing Ye didn't say anything more, looking into the distance in a trance, "In the sky, on earth, it seems to be a dream." ”

Xiao Du didn't understand the meaning of his words, and he didn't say anything more, the two came to the foot of the mountain from the back door of the temple, and were just about to climb, when suddenly they heard a loud hula sound in the sky, and looked up, a huge thangka poured down from the top of the mountain, which was magnificent.

It seems that the whole French style has reached its peak in an instant, and as the thangka falls, as the golden thread embroidered portrait of Shakyamuni is displayed in the line of sight, everyone suddenly kneels to the ground and bows in the direction of the Buddha. Du Yuanyuan and Mo Qingye also knelt down, regardless of whether they were pious or not, they also kowtowed a few times.

After a long time, the prostrating crowd walked up the hill again, and when they reached the halfway point of the mountain, a touch of festive music slowly floated in, and they were all stunned when they heard the sound.

"Heh, it's really a narrow road, where don't we meet in life." Mo Qing was cold after fixing his eyes on the night.

Du Yuanyuan's mouth was half open and he couldn't believe it, and nodded blankly.

Although there is a distance between them, they can still see clearly with their extraordinary vision. A woman dressed in Tibetan costume is slowly emerging from the lama's room, like a magnificent cloud, which makes the scene in front of her colorful. Her expression was calm, her steps were reserved, her eyes were full of a transcendent clarity, but the face was still familiar, Du Yuan looked at it in a daze for a long time, and said softly, "Huang Ying......"

"If it's not her, who else will there be." Mo Qingye sneered, "Could she be the empty mother?" ”

"Maybe!" Xiao Du suddenly realized, "But, she, what did she think, she actually married a monk......"

"What, if you don't marry a monk, will it be possible to marry you?"

"I don't mean that, it's just an accident, a pure accident......

Du Yuanyuan didn't quite understand the meaning of the empty mother, in his opinion, it was to marry a monk as a wife, but this unexpected encounter was also a good thing for them, at least they were acquaintances, they could inquire by the way, and Huang Ying also knew the whole thing.

In order to get close to the target as soon as possible, Xiao Du pulled Xiao Mo through the crowd and squeezed halfway up the mountain. Rinpoche, who married Huang Ying, was highly respected in the local area, because when he walked out, the whole mountain was boiling, and everyone's eyes were full of deep blessings and yearning, as if they were looking up to the gods, and many people rushed forward to bow down and receive his blessings.

Obviously, Du Yuanyuan and Qingye wanted to get over, but they had no chance at all. Originally, Xiao Mojun's mood was not bad, but after seeing Huang Ying, his face changed greatly, the clear sky turned into dark clouds, and he kept a handsome face and didn't speak.

In this situation, Du Yuanyuan is not good at shouting, it will cause anger among the crowd, so he can only watch with his eyes and wait for the ceremony to end.

This ceremony of marrying the empty mother is really different from the wedding in the Han land, but more like the master taking in a disciple. Du Yuanyuan watched Huang Ying kneel down in front of the red-robed lama and receive his initiation, and at the same time, there were bursts of whispers around him, all of which were filled with envy. And Xiao Mojun simply looked away, tilting his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. After performing a series of rituals halfway up the mountain, Rinpoche led the monks down the mountain, apparently to the temple.

Xiao Du hurriedly dragged Xiaomo from iQue, "It's down!" You see. ”

"What's there to see." Mo Qingye didn't raise his eyes, and said angrily.

"Don't mind, we're not here to see him, not to inquire about Qiantu, hurry up, be obedient, follow up, go." After that, Xiao Du couldn't help but pull Xiao Mo and go in the direction of Sera Temple with the surging crowd. The momentum of the Xuedun Festival is huge, as if all the people of Tibet have gathered here in this morning, every Dharma room in Sera Monastery is packed, the scripture hall is even more crowded, the Tibetans carry thermos in their hands, which contains milk tea, which is used to worship the Buddha, and there are many people holding salt and ghee, which are used to make offerings. The two of them followed all the way to a very spacious main hall, and in front of the wall facing the door, there was a Buddha statue more than ten meters high, painted with gold throughout, and the appearance of the law*. The lamas sat on either side of the hall, chanting scriptures in low voices, blowing the bullbone trombone, and striking the ritual instruments, while the Rinpoche continued the rituals with the yellow warbler.

Du Yuanyuan leaned against the door and stroked his forehead, "It's really cumbersome." ”

Mo Qingye's face was expressionless, and she said quietly, "I can't say, she has already seen you." ”

"Huh? Well...... Maybe. Xiao Du nodded, and at this time, the people who came to worship began to offer food and refreshments to the lamas present, and for a while, the main hall was full of incense.

Perhaps, Huang Ying saw Du Yuanyuan, but he didn't want to recognize him, as soon as he entered the Buddhist gate, the six roots were pure, and the four were empty. The past is gone with the wind. Or, she didn't see it, and in the dark, who knows. Anyway, Xiao Du waited for his eyes to be straight, and this celebration was not over yet.

Xiao Mojun had already begun to show extreme impatience, his brows were tightly knit, and the corners of his lips were pursed, a little bit of a hint of emitter. Just when the two of them were about to go elsewhere, suddenly, someone gently patted Du Yuanyuan's shoulder.

Du Yuan looked back in surprise and saw an old woman looking at him with a kind smile.

"Auntie, are you in trouble?" Xiao Du asked.

The old woman said something, but he didn't understand a word, and he stuck his eyes and shook his head.

Mo Qingye also took advantage of the situation, and also looked confused.

Then the old woman pointed to Du Yuan's foot and waved her hand.

Xiao Du was still confused, looked down at himself, and then looked up at her, "What's wrong." ”

"She's telling you to take your foot off the threshold!" Mo Qingye reprimanded, "Stupid. ”