Standing on the guardrail of the Sabulingka service area, you can see the Tsugeta River rushing from the sky, which is a jade belt of the mountains and a place of hope for the quiet countryside.

Seven hours of driving left my eyes a little dry and itchy, and the muscles in my eyebrows and temples were extremely tense. I kneaded these tense muscles a few times, and then looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

Almost a day without eating, the stomach protested with a dull ache. I bought some beef jerky from the service area, and the package said it was yak meat. Take a piece and put it in your mouth and chew it, it is very firm or very hard. The taste of beef jerky is still good, but after eating three or four pieces, the muscles of the cheek raiser and the back molars are already tired and a little swollen.

"Why don't you buy a boxed lunch or a bowl of instant noodles to eat?" I thought to myself.

Strange to say, I've always been decisive on a lot of big things that need to be carefully considered, but I'm always unassertive when it comes to trivial things like what to eat and what to wear. After thinking about it, I finally decided not to eat it, and there must be a maximum of two hours to drive to the Nilang Temple, where there should be a lot of local traditional snacks, it is better to save your stomach to eat there in large chunks.

When it comes to Nilang Temple, many people think it is a temple just by hearing the name, but in fact it is a small town. Of course, there are temples in the town of Nilang, and there is more than one, and there is more than one sect. Doesn't that sound interesting? This is the most fascinating and magical thing about Nilang Temple.

...... of Nilang Temple It is not known if the name of the temple is named after the town of the temple or the town of the temple is named after the temple town. Haha~ Whatever!

Looking northwest of the Sabulingka service area, there is a proud mountain next to it where people are talking about it. From their mouths, I learned that the name of this mountain is Heavenly Burial Mountain. When I heard the name Heavenly Burial Mountain, I immediately made up a lot of pictures in my mind. There are lamas sitting cross-legged and reciting prayers, there are celestial burial masters with blood on their hands, there are the flesh, internal organs and bones of decomposed corpses that have been smashed with ritual weapons, and there are vultures hovering in the sky... The celestial burial seems to me to be an absolute mystery. He is the truest faith of the Tibetans, of the devout believers who renounce their bodies and return their souls to the Pure Land. I don't think I'll ever get a chance to see a real celestial funeral, but I'm in awe of this pure faith. It's like reverence for death and reverence for life.

Enough rest, keep on your way. The car is running at high speed. After driving over a bridge, through a tunnel, and about forty kilometers away, I turned from the highway onto County Road 201.

Although Jiangnan is said to be beautiful, Longshang is also beautiful. The car drove on the small road, and when I passed, there were lush trees, gorgeous flowers and plants, clear water and clear streams flowing quietly, and quiet houses...

The place where the snow-capped mountains look, the source of the clear stream, surrounded by mountains, there is a quiet and beautiful town - it is Nilang Temple. After a lot of travel, I'm finally here.

Nilang Temple is remote and quaint but prosperous, there are people of Tibetan, Han, Hui, Qiang and other ethnic groups, they live together, but they completely retain their own living habits and ethnic religious beliefs. So here, you can see Kham men in Tibetan robes, Tibetan girls with braided hair and old people shaking prayer wheels, you can also see Mu Si Lin friends wearing scarves and little white hats, and you can also see men and women in fashionable clothes.

I found a Lausanne inn in the town. The inn is

It is a quaint three-storey building, with two or three floors for accommodation and a restaurant on the first floor.

At the front desk of the post house was a young Tibetan boy, who was very enthusiastic to check me in. The rooms at the inn were clean, with wooden floors, white sheets, and beautiful thangkas hanging on the walls.

Everything was packed up and it was getting dark. The streets and houses of the town are lit up.

I went to the restaurant on the first floor and asked the owner to recommend me something to eat. So, after a moment of waiting, delicious food was set on the table in front of me. There are secret mutton, Tibetan blood sausage, children's vegetables... There are also barley noodles and barley wine.

Eat~ I'm really hungry.