Lin Luoran came very early, before the peak time for visiting the Jokhang Temple, only the flow of people passing through the temple poured into the temple. She bought a ticket and went in. The ticket seller repeatedly asked her if she needed to take pictures after entering. If she wanted to take pictures, she had to make up a photo ticket. Lin Luoran saw that the photography ticket was more expensive than the sect, which can be seen from the scenery inside the Jokhang Temple.
But the holy place of Buddhism, just come to observe it, let alone ordinary tourists, it is too disrespectful for a monk like her to take pictures in the temple, knowing that the gods and Buddhas are not false.
After entering the gate, Lin Luoran jumped into the eyes of this courtyard group, which combines the architectural styles of Tang, Tibet, Nepal and India. She didn't follow the established tourist route, stopped and stopped, and turned to a mural for some reason. After a closer look, the painting showed the appearance of the Potala Palace in the early days, and the Jokhang Temple was built by filling the lake. scene.
Lin Luoran admired it for a while, then turned to enter the main hall.
The first small hall is dedicated to Tsongkhapa and his eight disciples, who are the proponents of the Yellow Sect.
Lin Luoran raised his foot to enter, but was stopped by an invisible light curtain. Hey, how come others can go in and out as usual, but she can't go in
Lin Luoran carefully observed those people who worshiped the Buddha devoutly. Occasionally, there were two or three of them with a white thread connected to the Buddha statue above their heads. She first thought of those white light spots in the sea of consciousness—this is the power of faith that has established a connection ah!
These believers have worshiped for a long time, and the power of faith is not the same as the mottled light spots in Lin Luoran's sea of consciousness. Looking closely at the entire hall, it is shrouded in a hazy white light. It is the power of faith gathered over the years. here
Thinking of the colored sculpture of flying sky in the sea of consciousness with himself as the model, Lin Luoran changed his mind and understood the mystery.
Now, she still bears the name of a polished commander god, and has her own dojo, and this small hall can be regarded as someone else's dojo. Now that the gods and Buddhas have disappeared, she just wants to come to pay her respects, but no master comes to respond to her— Lin Luoran suddenly thought of a possibility, maybe in the future, she will be like this now, and will never be able to enter temples dedicated to Buddhist, Taoist and Confucian saints
Thinking about it this way, it was a bit disappointing, Lin Luoran thought about going around the temple and looking at the colorful paintings before going back home
As soon as she turned around, she saw an acquaintance who had met once in the corridor, accompanied by several old monks, slowly approaching.
This is obviously a holy place on the plateau, Lin Luoran felt the fragrance of hosta flowers in a trance.
Little novice Zhixiu, how come he happened to be here
The old monks beside him seemed to be monks from the Jokhang Temple, and Master Puji from Xiantong Temple was not among them. It was Zhixiu... Lin Luoran was not what he used to be, and he already felt that something was wrong. Those monks surrounded Zhixiu, and the little novice bowed his head to talk to them from time to time, and those old monks showed joyful expressions.
It is clear at a glance who is respected.
"Master Zhixiu."
Lin Luoran said hello, Zhixiu looked sideways, and when he saw Lin Luoran, he seemed to be confused.
The people coming and going in the Jokhang Temple would not make him unable to sense the aura of a monk. No matter how diligent Lin Luoran was in his cultivation, Taoism and Buddhism were very different, so it should be more conspicuous.
Zhixiu thought so, but whispered a few words to a few old monks, the monks dispersed, and Zhixiu came alone.
"I didn't expect to see Jushi Lin on the plateau." The sun reflected dazzling light under the golden roof painting of the Jokhang Temple, and the little novice seemed to step on the light and shadow in his actions.
Lin Luoran saw that he didn't say why she was here, so she didn't bring up the topic. She said seriously: "I haven't thanked Master Puji personally for the last time. The little girl was rude."
Zhixiu invited her to go around the temple, and Lin Luoran followed suit.
"It was Layman Lin who provided the opportunity for Buddhist cultivators to re-enter the world. It should be the little monk to thank you. Layman does not dislike it. Let's drink a cup of buttered tea with the little monk."
The little master of Mount Wutai invites himself to drink buttered tea in the Jokhang Temple in Tibet? This was a new treatment, and Lin Luoran was not hypocritical, and went happily.
After seven turns and eight turns, a side hall came up, which separated all the hustle and bustle of tourists. It might be Zhixiu's residence. He was very familiar with the things here. He took out Xiaoxi Lake to make tea. Lin Luoran was surprised that Zhixiu took out The tea leaves had a musty smell. It's a bit strange, looking at his appearance, he is very well received in the Jokhang Temple, why is he so careless about living expenses, and some people give him moldy tea to drink
Thinking that these moldy tea leaves might enter her mouth, Lin Luoran felt a faint headache. She thought of a few words without showing off, showing that she could provide tea, but Zhixiu laughed:
"Does Layman Lin feel that the tea leaves are moldy because the Jokhang Temple doesn't treat young monks well?"
Lin Luoran shook her head, she was not so obvious yet.
It's just that Zhixiu's words meant refusing her to provide tea, so Lin Luoran stopped insisting and watched Zhixiu quietly making tea on the small coal stove. .
There is no elegance of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum here, and Zhixiu, which looks like a hosta flower, is also stained with dust. Seeing this scene, Lin Luoran's heart, eager to advance, gradually calmed down.
After cooking for a long time, the moldy tea leaves had no peculiar smell, only the rich tea fragrance remained. Lin Luoran was a little surprised, seeing that Zhixiu only took the tea and poured it into the bamboo tube, added lumps of ghee, and slowly mixed it with the tea. Beat it, and follow the movement, add salt little by little.
Zhixiu's movements are skillful, and the wide sleeves of the monk's clothes move slowly with the movements, which makes all of this full of a sense of harmony. It seems that he is familiar with making butter tea. I don't know when he came to the Jokhang Temple and made it here again. How long has the tea been. After coming over for a while, Zhixiu finally stopped and poured a bowl for Lin Luoran.
A bowl of hot tea drove away the chill of the early morning in Lhasa. Lin Luoran felt peaceful, her hands and feet were warm, and her palms were even sweating slightly. Looking at this side hall, even the rusty copper lamps seemed to be full of stories.
Lin Luoran put down the wooden bowl, savored the aroma of tea for a while, and felt that he could not form alchemy for a long time, it seemed that it was because of the deviation from the real world.
What she cultivates is entering the world, not leaving the world.
She thought that as an ordinary tourist, if she didn't use spells or spiritual power, she was just getting enlightenment, but she questioned her original heart. Since she practiced, she has been farther and farther away from the life of ordinary people.
Thinking about it carefully, how long has it been since she didn't rely on fire-type spells to make fire, water-type spells to gather water, or wind-defying art to fly
"Master Zhixiu, this is really a good bowl of tea!" Lin Luoran figured out some joints, and a smile spread all over his face. Saying goodbye to Zhixiu, she walked slowly along the corridor, like a real ordinary person, who would feel joy when seeing the brightly colored paintings, instead of condescending scrutiny.
This time, she didn't think about her status as a monk, nor did she think about the power of faith and the painted sculptures in the sea of consciousness. Without any hindrance, she entered the palace that she couldn't enter before.
After happily visiting the entire Jokhang Temple, it was already afternoon when Lin Luoran walked out of the gate.
Her back was submerged among the tourists. On a certain tall building, Zhixiu's little novice stood on the railing, thinking.
"Holy Monk..."
An old monk greeted him, not knowing what Zhixiu was looking at.
Zhixiu shook his head, "Young monk is not yet qualified to receive precepts, so why is he called a holy monk? Don't mention it again."
The old monk was obedient and didn't know how to communicate. When he was in a hurry and learned to change the subject, he asked Zhixiu what he was watching.
Zhixiu just smiled and said nothing, the old monk was puzzled for a moment, but also stared into the distance, there were all kinds of beings inside and outside the Jokhang Temple, and he didn't know who caught Zhixiu's attention.
Zhixiu returned to the side hall, picked up the wooden bowl that Lin Luoran had drunk from, and the little novice frowned with some doubts.
"A bowl of tea can be enlightened, it's a talent that makes people jealous... But, why do you feel that when she loses her mind, there are fluctuations in the power of faith in her body? Didn't it mean that Taoism and Buddha are not interlinked? A monk carries the Buddha's practice of Dharma." What's the use of it..."
The sky was getting dark gradually, and there was no sound in the hall, and Zhixiu's little novice's monk's robe moved without wind. The night temperature in Tibet was very different, so he got up and closed the heavy temple door.
In Buddhism, novice monks can only be regarded as reserve monks, but they don't know that Zhixiu, who is called a "holy monk" by old monks, is not even a monk, and has not really entered Buddhism.