"Oh." Du Yuanyuan was a little confused, and subconsciously glanced at the golden objects on the ground, "Uncle, these gold leaf products are prepared for tomorrow's sacrifice?" ”

"It's not a sacrifice, it's a festival, you Han people have a Spring Festival, the most lively, we are this festival."

"Oooh." He seemed to understand, "What did you just say about Boche...... Null, null? ”

"You don't understand." The old man smiled and shook his head, "Zhu Lang Rinpoche is one of our most famous great yogis, a very respected and loved teacher, in our Tibetan Tantra, there are many kinds of practice, the two main ones are bhikshu and yoga, those who practice bhikshu vows are not allowed to enter the world, on the contrary, yogis can. ”

To be honest, Du Yuanyuan was still confused, and similarly, not to mention Qingye, for a 10,000-year-old python demon, everything in the world is so strange. However, Xiao Mojun still nodded slightly, looking like he understood, which made Xiao Du despise him in his heart for a while.

A superficial understanding is that yogis can marry wives and understand the sufferings of the world better. Xiao Du roughly analyzed that the famous Guru Padmasambhava was the great yogi and the author of the Tibetan Book of Life and Death, and that was all he knew.

After chatting for a while, the old man arranged for them to rest behind the curtain inside, the so-called local customs, Xiao Du and Xiao Mo had a solid experience, there was no bed, only the floor.

And there are no floor tiles on the ground, just dirt and grass.

It's really in harmony with nature. However, although I slept on the ground, I didn't feel cold at all, the thick fluffy wool blanket blocked the moisture and cold air on the ground, and it was very warm inside, and the whole body seemed to be wrapped in wool.

When Leng Buding arrived in a strange area, they were all a little excited and couldn't sleep.

"I said Qingye, how can we find out Qiantu." Xiao Du was a little troubled.

Xiaomo was silent for a long time, "I don't know." ”

...... "I don't know if you're thinking about it that long." ”

"What!"

"It's fine."

Du Yuanyuan thought for a long time, and said, "Otherwise, let's get a sign to hold?" ”

"Stupid or not." Qing Ye snorted coldly.

"It's stupid! Or you can do it. ”

Qingye blinked her green eyes in the darkness, "Instead of holding up a sign, it's better to write it directly behind your back." ”

"What a great idea! Boy, you're so smart. ”

"Get out!" Qingye pulled out his hand from the quilt and smashed his fist on the stomach, "Benjun warns you, if you dare to scream nonsense again, I want you to look good!" ”

"It's really a dead hand, you ......" Xiao Du was gouged by him, and the field was knotted, "However, the idea is really good, no, I have to go to the toilet......"

Qingye pursed her lips and smiled, turned over and fell asleep. There was nothing to say here, and early in the morning of the second day, the old man invited the two of them to have a full meal of yak meat and a meal of barley wine, and then went on the road together to the back mountain of Sera Temple.

Sure enough, as the old man said, the whole Lhasa was boiling, fluttering prayer flags fluttering everywhere, and there was an endless stream of people going to worship. They are all dressed in their own national costumes, and they are colorful. Along the way, Xiao Mojun kept looking east and west, and his eyes lingered on other people's accessories, turquoise, red coral, yak bone, dzi, beeswax and other Buddhist bead bracelets, exquisite and complex.

"It's nice to be here." In the end, Xiao Mojun gave a final conclusion.

"Well, I also think that the wine is delicious, the clothes are good-looking, and the people are good." Xiao Du agreed.

"When you find Qiantu, buy more and bring it back before you leave."

"......" Du Yuanyuan rubbed his brows, "That, carry your own bag." ”

"Humph!" Mo Qingye rolled his eyes, pushed him and said, "Stay away from Benjun!" ”

There are many temples in Lhasa, the most famous of which is the Jokhang Temple, which contains a 12-year-old Buddha statue of Shakyamuni, and countless people come to worship. At this time, the Tibetans who came out early are circling the temple, the incense is burning vigorously on the octagonal street, and the butter lamps are lit all night in the prayer pavilion in front of the temple. Many people prostrate at the temple gate, prostrate their heads and pray their hopes at the feet of the gods, and repent of their karma.

From time to time, there are also people like Xiao Du who cast surprised and puzzled eyes, which can't be blamed on others, the key is that he is a little eye-catching. Early in the morning, at his strong request, the old man wrote a few eye-catching characters on his clothes with oil paint, and they were also written in Tibetan.

These big characters full of ethnic style danced from the back of his neck all the way to his heels, and the last few strokes were written on his trouser legs. Reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, it is particularly eye-catching. Honestly, it's a bit silly, but it can't be helped.

The whole of Lhasa was filled with a festive and pious atmosphere on this day, and the local people spoke in Du Yuanyuan's ears in a language he did not understand, and their smiles were as bright as the sun. However, the excitement is lively, this time the two of them have important things to do, and they have to hurry to the place where the crowd is more concentrated. After inquiring along the way, Xiao Du learned that the Xuedun Festival was held on the mountain behind Sera Temple, so he dragged Xiao Mo who was looking left and right and went straight to the mountain behind the temple.

Before reaching the foot of the mountain, the majestic momentum has already come into view, and the crowd of people rushing in one direction like a tide is spectacular. The two of them huddled in the crowd and looked out at the mountains in the distance. The mountain is not high, but it is extremely steep, and its danger is not because of the strange rocks, but because the huge stones are as smooth as jade, reflecting the bright sky at this moment, shining with shallow light. And there is no vegetation on the mountain, it can be said that it is a bald mountain, and there is also dense sand and soil between the rocks, which is very slippery, and if you step on it, you will fall if you are not careful, but all this has not stopped the Tibetan people from worshiping the heart, perhaps it is the climbing of the mountain over the years, they are like flowing clouds one by one, walking fast, just like the flat ground.

"There are so many people...... Du looked up and sighed.

Mo Qingye's expression was solemn, as if he was thinking about something, and he said resolutely for a while, "Climb up." ”

"Climb to the top?"

"Nonsense! If not, you have a better way. ”

"No ......"

Climbing a mountain is nothing, along the way, I don't know how many mountains I climbed, but the mountains in front of me are really crowded, and it is not easy to break through the surging crowd like a tide. And here, it is not convenient for them to use any spells, firstly, because they are in the world, they are facing ordinary sentient beings, and secondly, Tibet is a special region, permeated with a strong religious atmosphere, and it is always a bit of blasphemy to the Buddha to perform otherworldly spells here.

As a result, Xiao Mo and Xiao Du could only move slowly towards Sera Monastery in the crowd of rubbing shoulders, and each Tibetan on their side had a vibrant voice in their mouths, repeating Sanskrit mantras, either twisting Buddhist beads in their hands or holding prayer wheels, and the sound of chanting one after another flowed like clouds and dissipated in the sandalwood curls.