The first two types of people in the Potala Palace are the most popular, one is tourists, the other is lamas and Tibetans, the former is purely tourist, and the latter is to make a pilgrimage.
In front of the Potala Palace, red-clothed lamas can be seen everywhere, either sitting on the ground or holding prayer beads in their hands to face the Potala Palace to recite scriptures, and there are also Tibetans praying in front of the palace, which is their holy place for lamas and Tibetans.
But strictly speaking, although the current Potala Palace has no political color and is mainly religious, because of the large number of tourists, this place has gradually taken on a bit of commercialization, and the Buddhism is a little less pure.
In Tibetan areas, the real great lamas and living Buddhas rarely appear in the Potala Palace, but in some remote lama temples, only at a few specific times a year to come to the Potala Palace to accept the worship of believers.
Toyota stopped domineeringly, the three of them got out of the car, Wang Xuanzhen put his hands in his pockets and wandered around casually, he belonged to the pure tour, but Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun bought a bottle of water to clean their hands, and then knelt on the ground very reverently in the direction of the Potala Palace, and made a bow 。
The two of them really didn't join in the fun, one was a monk in his previous life, and the other was deeply favored by Buddhism, and he was really emotional in his heart in the face of the holy land in Tibet, and then the two got up, folded their hands and bent down to worship again, and then immediately beckoned Wang Xuanzhen to drive on the road.
Before the three of them returned to the car, suddenly there seemed to be a little commotion in front of the Potala Palace, and gradually the lamas and Tibetans in front of the palace all rushed over, and the tourists were at a loss, but they also walked forward with the crowd.
Potala Palace, in front of the palace gate, a figure dressed in white like snow suddenly appeared, standing quietly, his eyes swept downward, and his eyes seemed to be annihilating all beings, without a little emotional color.
Suddenly, the lamas and Tibetans in front of the gate all prostrate themselves and bowed, and the sound of chanting scriptures suddenly resounded in the square in front of the palace.
They were worshipping the woman at the gate of the house.
Xiang Que stood in front of the white-clothed figure with his hands behind his back and looked up at a distance of only a few tens of meters that it was a woman who couldn t tell how old she was you can say that she is in her early twenties because her skin seems to be extremely delicate you can also say that she is thirty miles away because of her ancient face as if she is After all the vicissitudes of life, it is okay to say that it is forty, and that calm and indifferent temperament is by no means something that a young woman can imitate.
The woman wore a snow-white monk's robe, a string of Bodhi prayer beads wrapped around her left wrist, and a small mink of the same snow-white in her right hand.
She walked out of the palace gate lightly, and came to the square in front of everyone, not like the mortal world but like a fairyland, close to Xiang Que before finally seeing the woman's peerless face, if you have to use one sentence to describe it, that is, she seems to come from behind the snow mountain Hui, I can't bear to let people blaspheme, it's too dusty!
The woman in white suddenly raised her left hand slightly, and the lamas and Tibetans worshipping below raised their hands high and then slowly fell, bowing their heads and prostrate on the ground.
Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun were stunned at the same time, and when the woman waved her hand, layers of mental power emanated from her hands and sprinkled forward, but all those who worshipped were stained with stars.
"I know who she should be," Cao Shanjun whispered.
"You know?"
Xiang Que asked in surprise.
"Commonly known as a female Bodhisattva, it should be the master in Tantra" Cao Shanjun said in horror: "How many years, Buddhism has never produced a great Bodhisattva, I didn't expect it to be a woman" Xiang Que frowned and asked, "The explanation is easy to understand."
"Great Bodhisattva, that must be the reincarnation of the ninth high monk, the world has attained the Tao and is admired by all people, and the world has done good deeds and accumulated virtues, and the Bodhisattva position has been achieved after the ninth cycle ······of cause and effect."
Xiang Que raised his head and sighed, and then stared straight at the other party, staring at the other party, he was purely too curious, and wanted to take a closer look at the other party, but what he didn't expect was that after this gaze looked at the past, the other party seemed to have a feeling, and his eyes looked at it with a "swish".
Come, and Xiang Lack is facing each other.
Xiang Que suddenly felt slightly dizzy in his mind, he hurriedly lowered his head to dodge, at this time what he didn't notice was that the female Bodhisattva's original Gu Jing Bubo face appeared a look of surprise, and then when Xiang Que raised his head again, the other party had already turned his eyes, but looked at Cao Shan Handsome.
Seeing this, Cao Shanjun, who has always been quite able to pull calves and spirits, may be a little abnormal, nodded very reverently with his hands together, and muttered in his mouth: "Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha······" A string of sweat beads burst out of Xiang Yuan's forehead, and he whispered: "Unfathomable, this woman's background is estimated to be very big."
A moment later, the female Bodhisattva in front of the Potala Palace quietly turned around and walked back to the palace, leaving only a white figure, and the lamas and Tibetans below dispersed, leaving only a group of tourists still looking, most of them discussing the short-lived woman who did not seem to be like all the women in the world.
Wang Xuanzhen ran over and said, "There are too many people, I didn't squeeze over the two of you so close, do you see what that woman looks like?"
I can see it a little blurry, but this hazy feeling makes the roots of my thighs a little weak."
Cao Shanjun frowned and said, "Don't blaspheme, that's a great bodhisattva" Wang Xuanzhen blinked his eyes and asked in a circled manner, "Bodhisattva?
And what about the bodhisattvas now?
” "Buddhism is secret, and you don't understand it when I explain it to you" Wang Xuanzhen was suddenly a little speechless and said: "No, there are women in Buddhism?"
Shouldn't that be a nunnery?"
"The Buddha has the appearance of all beings, why should there be a ······· for men and women?"
"As far as Guanyin Bodhisattva is concerned, he was a man before he came to China, and he became a woman after coming to China, do you think there can be women in Buddhism?"
Xiang Que said to the side.
After leaving the Potala Palace, the three returned to the car and drove away from the Potala Palace, they did not set off that day, they found a hotel near Lhasa to stay and planned to rest for a day and leave tomorrow.
In the dead of night, the three of them fell asleep in their rooms.
Approaching the middle of the night, Cao Shanjun was sleeping soundly in his room, and no one could see that the Dao Buddha light suddenly appeared on his body at this time, and the Buddha light lingered outside his body for a long time.
After a long time, a faint Buddha sound in the direction of the Potala Palace suddenly floated out lightly, which was inaudible to outsiders, but only Cao Shanjun, who was sleeping, seemed to be babbling in a dream, and his lips were very similar to the Buddha sound.
At this time, Xiang Que in the next room suddenly woke up and turned his head blankly to look out the window.