After taking the medicine and sleeping well, Fang Fang and Dong Ting were young after all. On the second day, they recovered as vigorously as Tao Zhuo and the others. After breakfast, the group set off for the nearest Songzanlin Temple.
Songzanlin Temple has a history of hundreds of years. It is the center of the Yellow Sect in the Sichuan-Yunnan region. The magnificent building is built on the mountain and faces the lake. It is magnificent. The prayer flags all over the sky are solemn and mysterious. Somewhat similar to the Potala Palace, it is a famous temple known as the Little Potala Palace.
Songzanlin Temple occupies a large area, but the tour route is relatively simple. Take a car directly across a meadow and the sacred lake to the gate of the temple, slowly climb the steep slope of 146 steps, and look down at Shangri-La County from the square. The wind blows They all seemed to have that sacred solemnity on their faces. After resting in the gift shop (the women couldn't help shopping), they walked along the mountain road to visit those exquisite scripture halls and shrines.
Songzanlin Temple was first built in the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. The meaning of Songzanlin is translated as: all the secrets are not completed at one time. In order to continuously benefit all living beings and make them complete with the source of the innocent Dharma, this temple is specially built here. There are many eminent monks, and there are also many hermits with profound cultivation.
The buildings of the temple are improved step by step. The Qingshiban road is wound around various majestic and solemn buildings. The two living halls of Zhacang and Jikang stand tall in the center, and the eight major Kangcan and monk houses are guarded by the side. Step by step, in addition to Zhacang, the apse for Tsongkhapa, Maitreya Buddha, and the bronze Buddha of the seventh Dalai Lama is also an extremely exquisite building.
And it works!
Along the way, I heard people say that this temple is very effective. Ling Qingyu and the men themselves have a deep understanding of the things of the gods, and they are extremely devout. They walked there like local Tibetans and worshiped all the way.
There were many monks in the temple, and bald figures in red clothes could be seen everywhere. After walking through several halls, Yang Zhao and Yan Qi trailed slightly behind the crowd, and stood on both sides of the trail at a corner, facing a young man who had followed them for a long time. The old monk saluted and asked, "Is there something wrong, Master?"
The old monk was not surprised at all, and smiled brightly with his mouth missing teeth, and said: "I see a few of them are very interesting, so I want to take a closer look."
"Interesting?" Yan Qi turned her eyes and asked with a chuckle.
"Well, you two are very bloody, but you are shrouded in Buddha's light. I wonder if you two can show me your fortune telling." The old monk said with a smile.
"Buddha's light? Are you sure it's from us and not from her?" Yang Zhao raised his brows slightly, and said in a cold voice.
"Her? Oh, that woman, the woman surrounded by you is extremely radiant, but what's on you is not just reflected by her." The old monk took Yang Zhao's hand to touch it while talking. Getting up, when Yang Zhao couldn't help but want to get rid of him, he let out a surprised cry, and put his bone-like fingers on his cheek again.
Only then did the two realize that the old monk's eyeballs were gray and white, and he hadn't moved, and his eyelids hadn't blinked. His eyes were blind...
"You, the killing is extremely prosperous, but it is not for yourself, you have the merit of protecting the country," the old monk said softly while touching Yang Zhao's cheekbones, "It's strange, what you did is not for you. What happened in this world at this time..." The old monk's voice paused, he touched Yang Zhao's face and hand bones, pondered for a moment, then turned around and grabbed Yan Qi's hand.
"I'm sorry, I promised Madam that I will never touch anyone else." Yan Qi smiled lightly, and wanted to pull his hand out, but was held tightly by the old monk. Seeing Yang Zhao shaking his head slightly, he could only stop struggling, Added another sentence: "You can only touch your hands!"
After touching Yan Qi's hand bones carefully, the old monk sat on the stone railing on one side, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself in words that the two of them could not understand in the bright sunlight stand up.
Yang Zhao grabbed Yan Qi who was about to leave, and the two stood beside him quietly, basking in the cold and strong sunshine on the plateau, listening to the old monk muttering to himself, and began to chant scriptures. The voice is low and revolving, with a calming gentleness.
The last sound stopped leisurely, and the old monk turned his head to look at the place where the two were, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you two, every good deed you do will be rewarded, you already have great merit, and that woman even more She has done a great thing to change the world, her merit... As her guardian, you can get the hope you hoped for in this life... "
expected? Looking forward to? There were many thoughts in her heart, but what Yan Qi asked was: "Then, as long as we continue to do good deeds, will her life be safe and smooth?"
The old monk frowned slightly, a light seemed to flash in his cloudy and stiff eyes, and then he showed a bright smile, saying: "If you have this heart, if you all have this heart, you will be able to protect her well."
"Master..." Yang Zhaogang called out, the old monk had already stood up, turned around with a smile and walked towards the small door, raised his hand and said: "One sumeru, one world, countless, thousands of worlds are different, what should come will naturally come. Come on, what should be there will come naturally, follow your heart."
Although the old monk was blind, he walked very fast, and disappeared behind the small door after a while. Yang Zhaoyan paused and chased after him, but there was no trace of the old monk on the path.
The two looked at each other, and turned to chase the crowd without looking any further.
After visiting the temple, seeing that it was still early, the two young people who came with them suggested that we should go to the world's largest Tibetan Buddhist prayer wheel together.
The prayer wheel is in the Great Buddha Temple on the mountain of Daguishan Park in the ancient city. It is said that turning the prayer wheel clockwise three times can pray for good luck and happiness.
The ancient city of Shangri-La is an important town on the ancient tea-horse road that has existed since the Tang Dynasty. The ancient city was built around Daguishan. The stone roads in the city are also ups and downs, which is a test of one's endurance. Three women who have already seen the threshold of middle-aged women are a little struggling. Fortunately, the style buildings and specialty shops in the alleys have completely attracted the attention of the women. In addition, they can also take the opportunity to rest while shopping. Looking at the Tibetan architectural style on both sides, while shopping, slowly walking towards the big prayer wheel.
On the way, Yang Zhao and Yan Qi quietly told the other people what the old monk said. Although the old monk said something mysterious, the men heard what he said, especially the last words. I am very happy to be able to protect her well for her whole life, and to get her hope and expectation. Regardless of whether the old monk's words are really effective or not, these words make them feel much more at ease.
After climbing up to Daguishan Park and burning incense in the Great Buddha Temple, a group of people came to the prayer wheel.
The prayer wheel is very huge, with a height of 21 meters so that the golden cylindrical shape can be seen from a long distance, but it cannot be turned by one person, and everyone must work together. Prayer wheel, but after turning three times smoothly, you can get luck and protection.
Just after receiving the words from the seemingly unfathomable old monk, the men became more devout, muttering blessings in their hearts, and vigorously turning the huge prayer wheel in their hands.
The golden prayer wheel made a melodious sound, spinning out overflowing golden light, and the wind blew gently, making the prayer flags beside it rattle, as if echoing the voice in their hearts.
Fang Fang and Dong Ting also joined in the fun. After three laps, they realized that they hadn't made a wish. They wanted to ask the men to help push the prayer wheel, but they were squeezed away by the people waiting behind.
During the May Day holiday, there are many tourists!
"Okay, as long as you turn this, you can pray for blessings, it's the same!" Liang Jiarong smiled and pulled the unwilling two people back, and said with a smile: "Besides, you make a wish, what can you make? This place won't answer yours The desire to win money at the gambling table falls from the sky."
"You look down on us too much!" Fang Fang shouted, "I also have a serious wish, okay?"
"Exactly!" Dong Ting yelled and turned to look at Fang Fang, "What serious wishes do we have?"
Uh... Fang Fang touched his head and said: "We will definitely find this. Isn't that why we came here? Don't be afraid! Anyway, there are many prayer wheels along the way, so it's the same when we think about it."
"Yes!" Dong Ting nodded, watching the prayer wheel kept turning amidst the loud shouts of the crowd, and suddenly remembered something, the other party said: "By the way, the piece of Jinghua Miaolian in Macau last time is gone. , I heard from my brother the other day that it seems that another piece has been unearthed in Tibet.”
"Really? I don't know what's so good about that thing. My old man just likes it." Fang Fang said.
"Jinghua Miaolian?" Ying Shisan interjected beside her.
"Yes, Brother Shisan, are you interested?" Thinking of Ying Shisan's request for the detailed information of Jinghua Miaolian, Dong Ting took out his phone and dialed his elder brother's number, saying: "I Just ask it!"
"Brother, it's me." As soon as the call was connected, Dong Ting winked at Ying Shisan, and said to the phone, "Brother, let me ask you something, me? Of course I'm alive, I'm fine, I don't have altitude sickness! I The inn I stayed in! Didn’t I send you a photo? Why can’t I stay? The bed is a bit small, and Xiaofang kept kicking me! No, I slept well and had a good time! I can definitely After hiking in Yubeng! Don’t, big brother, don’t hang up the phone, I have something to do with you! It’s not about asking for money, how much money can this shit place cost? It’s not about going back! I said brother, can you let me finish talking? ? It’s that jade, that Jinghua Miaolian, do you have any specific news? What? Ah? Is that so... Well, I get it, I will walk out of Yubeng alive!”
The last sentence was almost yelled out, Dong Ting hung up the phone, and said to Ying Shisan: "My brother is a mother-in-law, and the Jinghua Miaolian has been taken away by Mr. Su, who said it was given to Su Xiao. Young master as a birthday present."
Mr. Su...
Ying Thirteen smiled and said, "Let's go, the people below are shouting."