The second new ninth level to be killed is not anywhere else, it is just living in the Potala Palace...

"I don't have money." This is the second sentence Bai Qi and Feng Wuyou said. When he said this, Bai Qi did not have any emotional fluctuations. Bai Qi, who has been living at the bottom of society as a beggar and vagabond, really has no savings. Of course, when it comes to the dialogue, money is just like a cloud.

Yunluo is not much better than Bai Qi. She wore a blue-patterned ape face on her face, and silently used her mind to make no sense for anyone who saw Yunluo. Instead, she would automatically make up for a boy with an ordinary appearance in her head. With Yunluo like this, it is naturally impossible for him to bring Yunluo's ID card or bank card with only a few hundred yuan in his pocket.

In the end, he used his mind to cover up the handsome Feng Wuyou. He took out a real ID card to check in to the hotel he had completed. Feng Wuyou also used a bank card to pay the bill. To be honest, the expenses along the way were all paid by Feng Wuyou. Anyway, Bai Qi and Yunluo were both called to kill people by Feng Wuyou. At the threat of his life, what is it to spend some money?

Yunluo and Feng Wuyou got up and went to the Buddha City, came to check the site, preparing to kill the ninth-level evolver. Yunluo saw the Potala Palace at first sight, which was not amazing, or even a little disappointed.

Is this the Potala Palace seen from countless pictures? On an inconspicuous hill, there is a white building. In imagination, the Potala Palace is as white as silver, shining in the sun. Is it because the sky is not blue enough now and there are too many clouds? In imagination, the Potala Palace is set against the snow peaks and wild flowers bloom on its front slope.

But the palace in front of me is an independent individual. The hills under its feet are like an isolated island, floating in a seemingly ordinary small city. The ordinary small town may be so sorry for many people who regard the Buddha city as an ideal or holy place.

When I entered the small town from the airport, apart from the Potala Palace and the White Tower, I was curious, and the straight streets, squares, fountains, supermarkets, and the crowded clothing stores on both sides of the street. Isn’t this a copy of a mainland city?

Many cities have similar appearances, especially those emerging cities, without the erosion of history, without stories and legends. The houses in the brand new cities are neatly arranged, with the same street trees and the same floor tiles. They cannot find the stone slabs growing with moss when walking around, which makes people tired.

But the Buddha City should have been different. Apart from the blue sky and white clouds unique to the plateau, its charm should not be just blue sky and white clouds. After living in the four-person room of Pingcuo Inn, the question mark in my heart was not eliminated, but my mood was inexplicably good. The first time I saw the walls of the inn were covered with graffiti, describing the mood of people on the journey.

Some people say they will come again, some people are worried that their beloved will not come when they come, some people draw interesting feet and mark the places he has been to. The highest point is of course Mount Everest, and naughty hikers draw cute shorts. Imagine that he should have a happy mood in order to attract attention.

When Yunluo stood in the small foursomes, she saw the graffiti left by the hikers on the wall, and suddenly she didn't feel lonely. It wasn't Yunluo who came to the Buddha City alone, there were countless people in front of him, just like Yunluo, and there would be them behind him. But they came and left, and they were not disappointed. In their graffiti, Yunluo saw joy, touching, and passion.

Walking in the Buddha City, a lonely person will soon not be lonely.

The Buddha City is the capital of Tibet. The Tibetans on the street are naturally a landscape, coming and going, wearing one-shoulder robe or long skirt, with a leisurely and calm gait. Perhaps Yunluo is an outsider and cannot communicate directly with Tibetans. In the Buddha City for two days, he can only appreciate Tibetans as a scenery.

People who worship Buddha outside the Potala Palace and those who turn scriptures outside the Jokhang Temple have a focused expression and like purple or royal blue clothing. They are tirelessly shaking the prayer drum in their hands. In Yunluo's eyes, they are a group of people in oil paintings, men, women, young and old, with rich colors. While admiring this custom scroll, they are like an audience. The people they come into contact with are also audiences, foreigners from all over the world.

Xixi said that the people in the Buddha city were more direct. The people she said about the Buddha city were precisely foreigners. Is it the sunshine of the Buddha city that made the people in the Buddha city more direct? Is it becoming rude?

Even if you fall in love at first sight, is it omitted the hazy and wonderfulness of the temptation stage? There is another possibility that the scarcity of oxygen on the plateau makes people short-circuit their brains, weaken their language expression skills, become dull, and they cannot tell whether others are in love with themselves, so they become direct and even rash.

The native Tibetan compatriots also expressed their love and expressed their feelings in a straightforward manner, but they expressed their beautiful expressions, with singing as evidence. The path the girl walked was full of birds singing and flowers.

Tibetans like to praise girls, as enthusiastic and unrestrained as the Book of Songs or the poems of the Han Yuefu, and the scarcity of oxygen cannot hinder them. They love beauty, Zhuoma or Ram. In their eyes, girls are fairies and symbols of beauty. And this land is their hometown, so their enthusiasm and unrestrainedness are so natural.

As for outsiders, those who were hanging out the sun outside the Jokhang Temple, they also wanted to learn the enthusiasm of Tibetans, but they learned it differently. The birds could sing songs and dance to please the subject, but they went straight to the point and ended up hitting a nail in Xixi.

However, in the Buddhist city, such behavior is not unforgivable. Perhaps loneliness makes people feel dizzy. Yes, when you are admiring a scroll of charm, when you walk alone on the street, novel things are fascinating, and all kinds of handicrafts are dazzling.

At this time, I always hope that someone will hold hands with you to appreciate it, and someone will discuss it with you with crafts. That is not the icing on the cake. There are no people who come to the Buddha City from all over the world. You will soon not be lonely, not the people who chat or bored in the Jokhang Temple Square, but people who also like traveling and love novel and beautiful things. When you come to the Buddha City, Yunluo meets all kinds of interesting people.

Some people like to talk about the mountains. When you listen to them, you only need an ear that listens and a surprised expression. You don’t need a pair of ears, because what they say is sometimes too magical, and you can’t tell whether it is true or not, so you have to have one ear in and one ear out. Maybe they really have Porsche and BMW in their family, and maybe their shepherd has really won two championships.

Maybe they really don’t have to work, and they can travel around the world’s famous mountains and rivers most of the year; so what if it’s fake, Yunluo appreciates their good taste and generous self-confidence, and Don Quixote also has to fight with the windmill.

The person Yun Luo met was not considered a knight or a warm-hearted person, but his small building was unified in spring and autumn, and he regarded talking about the mountains as a career, and his realm as if no one else was around was really admirable.

The sunshine in the Buddha City makes people dizzy and thicken their skin; it can also make people pure or remain pure.

The ancients had long gained experience that oranges were made in Huainan and in Huainan. When they came to the Buddha City, did most people turn into sweet oranges? Those who turned into citrus that were so sour that they could not enter the mouth were just a few. The sun was bright and the clouds were blue and the sky was white. Let the white rise and the wind was free, and the clouds fell on the square of Jokhang Temple, and make a lazy orange.

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If you don’t know about Tsangyang Gyatso if you don’t know about Buddha City.

Yunluo always thought he was just a poet. A long time ago, I didn’t know where to look at his famous poem in his lifetime. At that time, I thought that this poem was written with such deep affection, simple language, pure heart, and sincere feelings, and could only write it. When I arrived at the Buddha City, Yunluo learned from the description of the tour guide that Tsangyang Gyatso was not just a poet, but also a monk.

Although he lived in the palace, he yearned for secular life, reality did not allow him to change freely between these two characters. If he could choose freely, three people, such as secular people, would rather he choose to be a bard, get what he wished and fly with his Maggie Ami. Forced to separate, his poems were written more depressed, perhaps the pain was deeper, and the love was deeper.

It is better to listen to his poems than to read his poems, because there is a kind of sound floating between the lines, like a song.

That night, I listened to the Buddhist sings all night, not for the sake of meditation, but for the sake of your breath. That month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for the sake of salvation, just to touch your fingerprints. That year, I kowtowed my head and hugged the dust, not for the sake of the Buddha, but just to stick to your warmth. In that life, I went through hundreds of thousands of mountains, not for the sake of the next life, but to bless you with peace and joy.

It is not said that such affection is not a kind of detachment. This is also the difference between the wise and mortals. What mortals pursue is to live together day and night, share joys and sorrows, and the poet would rather live in purgatory himself and let his girls be happy and peaceful.

Especially in the last sentence, he did not even practice the next life. This is not only a terrifying rebellion for the monks, but also for ordinary Tibetans.

You should know that from the Potala Palace, follow the Buddha worshipers to detour in front of the palace spiritual pagodas, enter and exit from the Jokhang Temple. Those who are turning scriptures in the early morning on Bajiao Street include little boys who are not walking very steadily, and 80-year-olds who are also staggering. They are so focused and pious, what are they seeking: it is the next life.

From Potala to Jokhang Temple and then to Sera Monastery, in addition to the familiar Guanyin as Tara, the most commonly mentioned name is Jomba Buddha, which is also the Maitreya Buddha mentioned in the mainland. He was a big-bellied Buddha with a smile on his face to welcome guests. When he arrived in Tibet, his name became Jomba Buddha, and he was in charge of the next life of believers.

That year, I kowtowed my head and hugged the dust just to look to the Buddha and to keep your warmth behind you. In that life, I went through hundreds of thousands of mountains just to cultivate the next life, and I just wish that I could be happy and peaceful in the next life.
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