"Bell!"

The melodious sound of the bell comes from the depths of the Potala Palace.

At first, the bell was only a few sounds, but after a while, it seemed to turn into a tide, and ripples, as if it were endless, and they were actually connected.

I don't know if the bell broke the solidified atmosphere outside the palace, or if the Dharma came with the bell, so I felt palpitations and difficulty breathing in the two teams of elites, and then I felt a little at ease.

At the same time, Haotian's gaze also slowly moved upward, looking at the magnificent gate of the Potala Palace.

In the midst of his gaze, there was a squeak, and the heavy door opened, and a young monk, who was no more than ten years young, with a little nervousness and timidity in his eyes, peeked out of the door with a small head.

After looking left and right for a while, the little monk's eyes fell on Haotian, he quickly tidied up his clothes, mustered up the courage to walk out from behind the door, bowed in a decent manner, and said crisply.

"Two donors, please!"

"Let's go!"

Haotian whispered, and walked towards the gate, Lin Ruoxue hurriedly followed.

Wherever the two passed, many soldiers and special police officers blocking the entrance hurriedly moved out of the way, completely subconsciously.

After a short time, the two entered the gate, and the young monk looked back at the crowd outside, folded his hands and bowed, and then closed the heavy door again.

It was only at this time, until Haotian disappeared that the air outside seemed to flow again, and the atmosphere that had been suppressed was slightly relieved.

The soldier in the lead exchanged glances with the sheriff next to him, and then asked in a low voice.

"Brother, our mission is a bit strange. Do you know what's going on inside?"

The sheriff shook his head, frowning at the same time, and spoke.

"I don't know. The order was given by Director Chung, and it only asked us to guard the gate and not let visitors in. In addition to this, we were also ordered not to interfere with everything about the monks in the Potala Palace. ”

"That's good ......," the soldier breathed a sigh of relief and continued to speak with a little trepidation, "This is the monk who let him in, and we can't be blamed for what happened." ”

When the two talked in a low voice, many tourists who were still gathered at the gate of the palace widened their eyes one by one and began to shout again.

"Damn, what's special?"

"Why can that kid go in, and we can't?"

"What about the monk? ”

Disturbed by the scolding, there was chaos in the field again, and the elites of the two leaders lost the interest in continuing to talk, and with a wave of their hands, the people behind them immediately took a few steps forward, raised the muzzle of the gun in their hands, and their faces returned to coldness.

Seeing such a scene, everyone quieted down with interest.

It's just that no one left, and they all looked at the gate of the Potala Palace curiously, faintly feeling that something big would happen today.

......

It's quiet inside the Potala Palace.

There are no tourists, no noise, and the sound of the Buddha is floating in the palace, accompanied by the curling incense, which makes people feel at ease inexplicably.

In the incense Buddha, the young monk led the way, followed by Haotian and Lin Ruoxue.

As the largest, highest altitude, and most famous temple in the world, the grandeur of the Potala Palace is naturally more than just its appearance.

At this moment, after entering the palace gate, all you can see is white jade for the stone, the ping shop is the field, and there are stone layers stacked, nine for a group, connected and up to the Daxiong Treasure Palace, there are nine hundred and eighty-one groups high.

Between the jade carved railings, the palace is majestic, extremely tall, thirteen huge stone pillars in front of the hall rise to the sky, more than ten zhang high.

See the golden wall on the top of the palace again, the eight ridges are equally divided on it, carved into the shape of the dragon's head, each ridge flies before the eaves dragon head, impressively carved ten auspicious beasts, the form is different, lifelike.

Such a gorgeous and exquisite appearance, naturally far beyond the imagination of the world, non-idlers can be made, people can't help but wonder, such an ancient temple, is there really a living Buddha?

It's just that the young little monk led the way, and did not take Haotian and Lin Ruoxue into these temples or pavilions, but walked towards the back mountain without stopping.

Gradually, the sound of sandalwood and whispers disappeared, and the three of them had already walked far away, faintly stepping into the depths of the floating clouds.

Here, the altitude is already extremely high, more than 4,000 meters, and a small temple that looks like a thatched house compared to the magnificent Potala Palace appears in the floating clouds.

However, it is said to be a small temple, and this temple in the clouds is also very large, and there is an indescribable pious and solemn meaning in it.

Looking up, this small temple with a rather small pattern, five courtyards scattered, also red walls and yellow eaves.

At first glance, the whole temple is like a robe with a red background and gold threads threaded, bringing up a Buddha will that traverses this high sky, as if to ...... Bring the Buddha back to its place!

Walking here, the young monk was already tired and sweating, but his footsteps did not stop, until he was close to the door of the small temple, he took a deep breath, the exhaustion on his face was collected, and he bowed to a Buddha statue at the entrance of the temple very respectfully.

The Buddha statue of "Thousand Hands" and "Thousand Eyes", standing at the door of the small temple, clearly only one person, but it is like the Buddhas of the ten directions radiating light together, it is the Great Compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva.

After saluting, the little monk turned around, glanced at Haotian and Lin Ruoxue a little confused, and spoke.

"Two donors, why don't you come and pay your respects?"

With his words, the clouds in front of the temple moved, half-covering the Bodhisattva's face, giving people the feeling that the Bodhisattva had come to life, and was looking at all the mortals in the world with a compassionate face.

Seeing such a strange scene, Lin Ruoxue's heart moved, and she only felt that the Bodhisattva in front of her was in the light clouds, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, smiling slightly, staring at herself, and couldn't help but bow her head.

But at this moment, Haotian's brows suddenly frowned, and then he sneered.

"What do I worship her, and if the Buddha has a spirit, how can he not see mercy?"

After saying this, Haotian strode forward and went straight to the door of the small temple.

It's just that when he approached the door, he glanced up at the Guanyin Buddha statue slightly, and then suddenly spoke.

"Don't follow up!"

With that, he pushed the door and entered the temple.

And with his movements, the air gradually rose a breeze, the Guanyin Buddha statue that stood in front of the temple for thousands of years, after thousands of years of wind and snow without fading half a cent of color, at this moment it was in the surprised eyes of the little monk and Lin Ruoxue, suddenly turned into thousands of powder, drifting away with the wind.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, this ...... How can this be?"

The little monk panicked, hurriedly knelt on the ground, and saluted to the sky with a crying voice.