Taking advantage of the fact that Xu Di had not returned from the shooting point, Chen Xing took a lot of photos around this hall. Even though some of the decorations are blocked by the steel bars used for the construction around it, you can still see the luxury of this temple.

Not to mention the several architectural styles used in this building, the monastery itself is very representative of the diversity of Tibetan culture, and this kind of temple is a long heritage, at least hundreds of thousands of years, and there are few temples that have been established suddenly in modern times.

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Unless it's for tourism development. Chen Xing asked Ao Riqilang: "How many years has your temple been established?" ”

"It's about 1,200 years, this is the only major overhaul in a thousand years, and after this overhaul, we should be able to recreate the grandeur of this temple when it was first built more than 1,000 years ago." Ao Riqilang was also very excited when he said this, and his hands were folded.

"This temple is more than 1,000 years old?" Chen Xing said.

"Indeed, I can't see it." Tibetan houses are originally quaint, if no one tells you, or you have never studied this architectural style, then it is really difficult to see what era of work, anyway, from Chen Xing's point of view, there seems to be not much difference between a hundred years ago and a thousand years ago.

I hadn't heard anyone say what era the temple was before, but now that they were reminded, Chen Xing and Zeng Yungao suddenly felt that the temple had become charming.

Sure enough, someone still needs to explain the antiquities. Although the main hall is under repair, you can see that there is a circle of prayer wheels on the edge of the first floor, which is very large, and it is estimated that each one is sixty or seventy centimeters high, and it is lined up along the side and back, and looking at the color, maybe all of them are gilded.

It is estimated that all gold is impossible, and this is not the Potala Palace. When they returned to the place where they separated, Xu Di had just walked to the shooting point, Chen Xing looked around and said, "Can these be filmed casually?" Ao Riqilang nodded: "Because we have to repair the reason, the masters are not in the temple, so it is not taboo to shoot, but it is best not to go to the main hall to shoot, one is that this is really not very respectful to the Buddha, and the other is dangerous, after all, so many people step on it, in case something falls down and hurts yourself, it is not cost-effective." ”

"Okay." Since he prompted, Chen Xing naturally wouldn't go over. He was still very persuasive. What interested him was some of the colorful paintings outside the surrounding courtyard walls, and the strong religious painting style on them made Chen Xing's hands itch.

After about ten minutes, Chen Xing saw that Xu Di had come back from a distance, so he trotted back to the square.

Proud of the day has left. Zeng Yungao asked Chen Xing: "Can you take a look at the photos you took?" Learn about it. ”

"Brother Zeng, why are you so polite, I'm just a student......" Chen Xing showed them the original film he had just taken.

I can't see it clearly with the camera, but the feeling that Chen Xing wants has already come out, he has been very good at photographing architecture since his photographic talent in southern Yunnan has been strengthened, and this time he has also integrated the quaint and mysterious Tibetan religious buildings into these photos.

Zeng Yungao was a little better, but Xu Di was screaming on the side.

"It's so good-looking!" Among them, there is a work of Chen Xing standing on a high place, shooting hundreds of people on the roof of the main hall, and the feelings of hundreds of people seem to be added to the work, and the smiles on everyone's faces make this work run through the joyful consistency of building a house, this one is really rare.

Zeng Yungao has seen a lot of photographs, and he knows many photographers because of his work, but even so, he is a little moved by this photo.

He returned the camera to Chen Xing and said, "It's really a good shot, I think it's even better than the photos you sent to Station B." Chen Xing was praised, took the camera happily, and said: "Actually, I keep all the best works, and I want to wait until I become a little more famous in the future before releasing them, or keep them to participate in some photography competition." Zeng Yungao nodded and said: "Indeed, now good photographers have their own websites, just to prevent the leakage of their works, let's go, let's go back first, Brother Hao is estimated to be tired of waiting alone." Xu Di walked up to Chen Xing and said, "My master knows the deputy editor-in-chief of Huaxia National Geographic, it seems that he likes your last work very much, if you want to publish a magazine, it is estimated that there will be a drama." ”

"Really?" Xu Di put his arm on Chen Xing's shoulder and said, "It's really fake, why am I lying to you?" You wait, he'll be sure to say it when he's eating in a moment. After speaking, he patted Chen Xing's back, smiled and ran to the front to chase his master.

Zeng Yungao has been running in the field all the year round, and his feet are full of strength, and he has already run twenty or thirty meters away when Chen Xing and Xu Di are chatting.

After Xu Di left, Chen Xing's heart was hot, and he also accelerated his pace to catch up. If you want to talk about foot strength, the worst person here should be Xu Di, Chen Xing's Shenxing Taibao is not a joke, he let go and ran faster than ordinary people.

But he was still thinking about what Xu Di had just said. Will Brother Zeng really help me introduce people from National Geographic magazine?

Shall I treat him to a drink or something? He has no doubts about his technique, and his talent for photography and his enhanced photography skills have put him in the top of the industry.

His works also have their own style, shooting the grandeur of the building and the brilliance of the people, which Chen Xing is very good at.

All he lacks is fame. Twenty-year-old boy, who doesn't want to be famous? Back in the car, Xu Di took out a few Red Bulls from the trunk and handed them to a few people.

Brother Hao glanced at the map in Zeng Yun's hand, and drove to the next location, where the Bluetooth speaker in the car played a very Tibetan-style song.

"Mani Mani Mani sings the love songs of his previous life, the pot village sways the bonfire, oh you are my Buddha......" Chen Xing didn't like to listen to it before, and felt earthy, but now he finds that this kind of song is also very good.

In half a day, Chen Xing followed them all over this town, through the mountains and forests. Although a place that is too remote will not allow a few people to go, what if there is a building in the middle of nowhere that looks like a house, but everyone is not sure?

In this case, you can only ask people in the field to drive to the scene. They came across such a point, drove to the end of the road, and then walked two kilometers to the last place to shoot this morning.

It's really a house. The house is not very large, about twice as small as the usual rural houses, and the outer walls are piled with hay and cow dung, but it looks like no one has lived in it for a long time.

The surrounding environment is also very good, surrounded by mountains on all sides, it is winter, you can still see a little snow on the mountain, but if it is summer, the surrounding area must be green, and in autumn there will be leaves and bushes of various colors on the Tibetan mountains, which must also be very beautiful.

And next to the house is a clean and thorough stream, either underground water or snow water, so clean that it can be drunk directly.

Chen Xing said: "It's good to live in seclusion here. Zeng Yungao finished taking the three photos and said: "This is probably the place where they used to go into the mountains to hunt and chop firewood." ”