The Seven Fairies would rather not be fairies and come down to earth to accompany Dong Yong; Tsangyang Gyatso could sit in the Potala Palace and become a Buddha with peace of mind, but he ran on the street on a snowy night to meet his beloved girl... Such love may be moved by the gods and Buddhas. If this is a kind of persistence and obsession, then is the believers bowing and praying for the health of the next life? Is this a kind of obsession?

Like people who drink water, they know that they are the same pilgrims, but they are walking on different roads and heading in different directions.

Perhaps outsiders cannot judge. Only when they have such deep affection can they understand and be freed. A hiker joked that there are three types of people who come to travel to the Buddha City, who are unemployed, heartbroken, and heartless.

The unemployed come to relax, the unintentional come to be alone and the unhappy come to be alone, and the lost people want to find a direction for life. Those who come to worship do not belong to these three types, because worship is their career. They leaps through mountains, rivers, bow their heads, regardless of the wind and rain, endure hunger, and only go in one direction. The Buddha is the person they love, and their souls and hearts are placed on the Buddha.

Yes, what they are asking for is the next life, maybe the next life is the time to enjoy life, and this life is just a necessary homework. Tsangyang Gyatso is asking for this life. If it were you, are you asking for the next life, or this life?

In Yunluo's opinion, if you have a loved one, why don't you love her well in this life? If you have something you want to do, you should do it immediately in this life. For Yunluo, it is to marry An Chuyu as his wife, and there is also a big crystal palace that can allow Yan Chenyu, An Chuyu, An Qingju to live in peace, or there will be other girls.

If you have no regrets in this life, how about the next life? Just look at destiny.

When we arrived at the Buddha City, we did not kowtow or turn to the long sutras. The small building Maji Ami was too noisy. We walked around and left. After a silent crowd, a white dove flew over the roof of Jokhang Temple. In the distance, the mountains were solemn, and the clouds slowly flowed among the mountains, and the poems of Tsangyang Gyatso also flowed slowly among the clouds.

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Feng Wuyou invited her. Yunluo and Bai Qi were drinking tea in the Buddha City, but there was no clear green tea. Apart from black tea, there was only milk tea. Milk tea was a mixture of black tea and milk. The ratio was different and the amount of sugar was produced. Yunluo, who followed the local customs and preferred green tea and the fragrance of Tieguanyin, could only order sweet tea.

The first cup of sweet tea is the dining bar on the fifth floor of Pingcuo. The sweet tea is served in a thermos pot. The wind and rain outside the window are blowing at the window lattice. I am still wearing short sleeves during the day, but I still feel the coolness when I wrap my scarf. I just want to drink a sip of warm sweet tea. I will soon see the bottom of the cup, and then hold it in my hand to add warmth.

Yunluo thought that the people here were really considerate and knew to use a thermos to keep the temperature alive. Sweet tea was naturally sweet. There was not much black tea, but it was just light. On such a rainy night, drinking sweet tea, listening to travelers from different places planning their journeys, complementing each other.

It can be seen that Bai Qi is a local bun. He has never been to such a place, but he can't see any emotional fluctuations in Bai Qi's eyes. Probably speaking, Bai Qi, after killing three level nine evolvers, he will turn around and continue to be the humblest beggar and vagabond. When the fame and fortune in the world are all over the world, he can tell that Bai Qi's pursuit of life is nothing. Only he himself understands.

The second cup of sweet tea that Feng Wuyou treats is the most appropriate place to drink Tibetan sweet tea. Guangming Teahouse is on the right side of the Jokhang Temple Square. As soon as you walk in, all Tibetan men sit in a row to drink tea. Each of them puts a small cup in front of each other, and the waiter who holds a large pot of sweet tea will come and accumulate another cup when he sees someone putting five corners on the edge of the cup.

Yunluo and the lean and lonely Bai Qi and the luxurious and elegant Feng Wuyou sat down together, which was very abrupt. There may be few Han people who come here to drink sweet tea, except for tourists who occasionally break in. This is where Tibetans drink tea and chat. They gathered together, and they could stay for a few cups of tea for a long time, without the rude and singular people.

The sweet tea here is very authentic, just right, neither too sweet nor astringent. Just like life, after the thickness and light, it will be more common.

Some people come to the Buddha City and some people can’t sleep at night. It is said that they are all symptoms of altitude sickness. They should not go anywhere at first. They will go to Guangming Teahouse to have a cup of sweet tea, and they will gradually adapt. For the three heroes of the domineering world, there will naturally be no such minor problems. However, after drinking sweet tea, Yunluo, who has no altitude sickness, had another symptom.

Yunluo stopped eating anything for a day and didn’t feel hungry. I don’t know if it was because sweet tea was too nutritious or too excited to think of what hunger was. It seems that sweet tea has the effect of promoting weight loss. If you have the chance to meet An Chu in the future, I would like to recommend it. In addition to sweet tea, there is also a kind of ginger tea, which is suitable for waking up the brain and replenishing energy.

Bai Qi cherishes food very much. Feng Wuyou invites guests to have dinner at Shangri-La Restaurant. All three of them ordered ginger tea. There are free Tibetan singing and dancing here, so they naturally feel refreshed the more they drink.

Tibetan singing and dancing are very relaxed, whether it is dancing or singing voice. Girls and young men should show enthusiasm and joy of labor. They have smiles and look happy. The audience is also infected and applauds with a smile.

Yun Luo picked up the ginger tea and took a sip. Thinking of the sweet tea I drank before, I found it really interesting contrast. The people who worked were sitting in the Guangming Teahouse, and singing and dancing here showed the picture of labor. Whether it was there or here, there, there seemed to be a grand ceremony. Time flies and I couldn't taste any Tibetan delicacies, but that sweet tea event made people feel refreshed.

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After resting, Yun Luo, Bai Qi, and Feng Wuyou entered the Potala Palace to close the site, preparing to kill the ninth-level evolver. The three of them went up the hillside and found that the Potala Palace was a good place to see the entire Buddha city. The view was wide, the sky was high, and the clouds were lazily lying on the edge of the mountain. The mountains were very different, unlike the mountains in Jiangnan, and were desolate and magnificent.

The entire Buddha city servant was lying at the foot of the palace. Potala's momentum of dominating everything was really necessary to walk halfway up the mountain to discover it. The people who built the palace were indeed far-sighted and were sitting on a mountain higher than the surrounding terrain. Looking down at all living beings makes people feel that they are also separated from the world. When practicing here, it will indeed make people feel that heaven is very close and the world is very far away.

No wonder the ninth-level evolutionist who was domineering was here for many years. If he had not been involved with the foreign level ten existence, he would not have caused any harm to kill him. It can only be said that it is time and life, and he cannot help but be in the least.

When you get closer to the dark and winding palace, it seems that the world is farther away, but gold is very close. The thousands of gold here represent not wealth, but the supreme glory of the dead people. The heavier the gold, the more prosperous the glory. Countless believers have bowed to this golden spiritual tower.

After walking around, I walked around, Yunluo found several places in Potala displaying cultural relics related to the emperors of the previous dynasty or the introduction of the visits of officials, and smelled a little political atmosphere from here.

However, the pilgrims didn't care about these things. They worshiped the Buddha statues and poured butter when they saw the oil lamp. They had the Plateau Red singing in the song on their faces, with a focused expression and a rumor in their mouths. Yunluo wanted to know if this was a prayer slogan that was not passed down by the Secret Sect.

Ghee has a special smell, and it makes people feel full when you smell it. No wonder people who practice are basically thin bone immortals. If you stay in this hall for a few more days, isn’t it similar to fasting?

Potala has been turned around, and in a blink of an eye, it is the back mountain of Potala. The back mountain does not look as magnificent as the front mountain view platform, but it is also spacious. It is a good place to look far and relax.

Yun Luo and Feng Wuyou silently looked at each other, and confirmed that the new level nine was still staying somewhere in the Potala Palace. He moved away as if nothing had happened and then traveled leisurely, just like an ordinary tourist.

After going down the mountain and turning to the front of the palace, I found that many Tibetans were kowtowing each other, one after another. One of them was lying flat on the ground, with his body spreading on the ground, but his clothes were very clean. She leaned down there and didn't get up for a while, as if she was listening to whether the earth was beating or not, and as if she was talking to something deep in the earth.

It is hard to judge that she had traveled through mountains and rivers, and had to go through hardships and bowed all the way, and she came to pay tribute. At this time, her heart was extremely calm, or she was jumping very fast.

Yunluo is willing to be so pious and focused, and devote himself to doing something or loving someone with great concentration. Even if he has to bear many difficulties, he needs a lot of courage. Unfortunately, Yunluo is involved in more girls.

Although the scenery seen on the hillside of Potala was shocking the nerves, and the story of Tsangyang Gyatso moved the soul. At this time, I felt like a pilgrimage, but at the feet of Potala, who should have felt his heartbeat, Yun Luo's heart still beats slowly.

Looking up, I felt that Potala was worth visiting: for the scenery on the hillside and for the beautiful and affectionate story. Under the scorching sun, there is the second Potala Palace, which is clearly whiter and shining than what you see at dusk.

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As the night comes, the Potala Palace is like a dragon entrenched, the wind roars, dark clouds cover the starry sky, and there is no moon.

The first level nine evolver died of the assassination of the three heroes and was prepared to die without worries. The second level nine exists, and it is impossible not to know that the three heroes of the lower level will come to kill him, so they are prepared, and assassination is no longer the first choice.

The true power fluctuation soared into the sky, the peak evolutionist of the level six, invisible blood shadow Bai Qi, and a pair of bright red metal wings grew behind it. The metal wings slapped and took Bai Qi to the sky. He raised his right hand high, and a two-meter-long bright red warrior condensed. The top secret martial arts fire magic true magic was fully opened without reservation.

It was the most terrifying red lotus in Purgatory. Bai Qi raised his war spear, countless true powers condensed, and the light shone brightly in the night sky. It was bright red light, the light of death, but strangely, no monks saw this scene in the entire Potala Palace.

"The Buddha said that there will be three lifetimes of kalpas."

A clear and ecstatic male voice sounded from the depths of the Potala Palace, followed by Bai Qi's battle splash. A huge bright red battle splash that was over 100 meters long condensed and shot towards the Potala Palace point. With a terrifying destructive power, Bai Qi took no effort to take his own life and death, which was the most terrifying.
Chapter completed!