Shuiyue said, "That's a prayer banner. It's very common in Tibet. For example, on the roofs of houses, beside holy mountains and holy water, Buddha statues, and so on. The five-color prayer banner is composed of five colors — blue, white, red, green, and yellow. Their colors can't be changed at will because each color represents a different meaning. Blue-blue sky, white-white clouds and snow-capped mountains, red-sun (also known as flames), green-green trees, and yellow-earth. There are scriptures printed on the prayer banner. Tibetans believe that every time the wind blows the prayer banner, it means that they have recited the Buddhist scriptures in their hearts and prayed for peace and auspiciousness. "
Qi Yue smiled and said, "Isn't this your first time here? You look very familiar! "
Shuiyue said, "I can't say I'm familiar, but my father has been here many times. He often tells me about Tibet and shows me some photos. For Tibet, the Potala Palace is their holy land. My father said that if you don't come to Tibet once, you'll never be able to appreciate how beautiful the scenery of our Yanhuang Republic is. "
"Oh? What's the Potala Palace like? " Qi Yue naturally wouldn't be so ignorant that he didn't know about the Potala Palace, but at this time, he suddenly thought of the golden building in his dream. It seemed to be a strange building built on a mountain. Although he hadn't seen it clearly, the sacred feeling made Qi Yue have some ideas.
"The Potala Palace is on Mount Maburi in the northwest of Lhasa, Tibet. It is a famous palace building complex and the essence of Tibetan ancient architecture. The Potala Palace was built in the 7th century AD. It was built by the Tibetan king Songtsen Gampo for Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty who was married to Tibet. A palace with 999 rooms was built on Red Mountain, which is more than 3,700 meters above sea level in Lhasa. The palace was built against the mountain. It now covers an area of 410,000 square meters and has a construction area of 130,000 square meters. The main building of the palace has 13 floors and is 115 meters high. It is all made of stone and wood. The five palace roofs are covered with gold-plated copper tiles. They are golden and majestic. It is the essence of Tibetan ancient architecture. "
After listening to Shuiyue's detailed explanation, Qi Yue's heart trembled slightly. Especially the four words, which made him have a strong impulse. This time, although he had come to Tibet on the run, he had secretly decided that no matter what, he had to go to Potala Palace to take a look. The clarity of the dream gave him a feeling that was completely different from his previous life. Although it was just a dream, in his mind, the dream seemed to be real.
Shuiyue looked back at Qi Yue and said with a smile, "It's a pity that you slept for too long and didn't see the majestic Kunlun Mountains. It is also a very beautiful place. The highest peak in the eastern part of the Kunlun Mountains, Yuzhu Peak, is where our train passed. It is more than 6,000 meters above sea level. We have now arrived at the Nianqing Tanggula Mountains. This is one of the most important mountains around Lhasa. You see, these snow-capped mountains don't seem to be very high, mainly because the altitude we are at is already very high. Nianqing Tanggula means' Lingying Grassland God 'in Tibetan. It is the sacred mountain in the hearts of Tibetans. The main peak is 7,117 meters high. Near the main peak, there are four peaks over 7,000 meters above sea level, arranged east-west and closely connected. There are also more than 30 snow-capped peaks over 6,000 meters around it. They are majestic and endless. Here, we are almost in Lhasa. "
Her voice was said with a sigh. Looking at Shuiyue, it seemed that she had completely integrated into the snowy region outside the train.
Qi Yue didn't say anything more. Looking at the majestic snow-capped mountains outside, for some reason, he didn't have the mood to tease Shuiyue. The majesty of the snow-capped mountains was not only in appearance, but also in his heart. He suddenly felt that his heart was unprecedentedly open. The depressed feeling when he left the capital was gone.
When the train finally arrived at the destination, Lhasa, it was already nine o 'clock at night. Qi Yue and Shuiyue got off together. In the distance, he had already driven to the receiving platform. Someone was holding a large sign with the words "Shuiyue" written on it.
Shuiyue stopped and looked deeply at Qi Yue. She said, "I think we are going to break up. My father has a friend who is a doctor in Lhasa. He will come to pick me up, and then I will go to their hospital for an internship. My school is a little special, so my vacation will be earlier. I should be here for an internship until the end of August, and then I will return to the capital. I really want to do more things for the Tibetan people here. If we are fated, maybe we can meet again in the capital. "After saying this, a trace of holy light naturally appeared on her face. Qi Yue knew that this kind of light represented one meaning, kindness.
It was impossible to say that he didn't have a trace of reluctance to part. Qi Yue found somewhat gloomily that looking at this beautiful and pure girl, he actually didn't have any desire in his heart. Instead, there was more admiration. "Can you leave me your number?"
Shuiyue revealed a smile like a blooming lily. "We will meet again if we are fated." Leaving these words, she pulled her luggage and quickened her steps towards the large sign that would pick her up. She didn't look back at Qi Yue again.
Qi Yue stood where he was. He watched Shuiyue and the wooden sign with her name disappear into the crowd before coming back to his senses. He cursed inwardly. What is wrong with me? Did I really like her? No, it's impossible. I only like her seductive appearance.
He took out a slightly twisted cigarette pack from his pocket, took out a curved cigarette, and put it in his mouth. But when he tried to light it with his lighter, he found that his lighter had already malfunctioned. Only then did he remember that in a plateau environment like Lhasa, there was not enough oxygen, and it was difficult to use an ordinary lighter.
Taking out the phone number Vole gave him, Qi Yue dialed Vole's home number.
"Vole? This is Qi Yue. "
"Boss, where are you now?" Vole's voice was full of surprise.
Qi Yue looked around and carried his simple luggage to a corner before continuing, "I've already reached Tibet. How's the situation on your side? Is Yan Xiaoyi dead? "
Vole smiled bitterly and said, "That guy's life is as hard as a cockroach. My dad sent someone to inquire about him. He is not dead. He has a moderate concussion and is still in the hospital. He has already said that he will never let you go. You'd better hide for a few more days. Come back when things calm down. "
Qi Yue breathed a sigh of relief. After all, as long as he was not dead, there would be no big deal. "Okay, we are brothers. How is your dad? Did he make things difficult for you? "
Vole said, "It's nothing. I was just put in solitary confinement. Boss, you know that Yan Xiaoyi's family is a bit powerful. My dad has to go and mediate. Don't worry, I will be fine. " He naturally would not tell Qi Yue that because of this matter, he had been severely reprimanded and had been transferred to a strictly supervised boarding school for nobles. In the future, he would no longer have the chance to mingle around.
"Then I won't say much. Take care of yourself." Qi Yue hung up the phone. Although he and Vole had only known each other for a few years, he knew his good brother very well. There was no need to say much, but he would always remember what he owed Vole.
Where should he go now? Qi Yue was a little at a loss. Tibet was definitely a mysterious place for him. Here, he could not even tell north from south, let alone make friends. He hesitated for a while with his luggage, patted the more than 10,000 yuan in his bag, and made a decision in his heart.
At night, the streets of Lhasa looked very beautiful amidst the flowing lights and vibrant colors. However, when Qi Yue stepped out of the train station, he was once again stunned. That was because he could faintly see that not far behind these gorgeous streets, there was a misty golden brilliance. That hazy golden color was almost exactly the same as what he had seen in his dream.
What was that place? After a simple inquiry, Qi Yue soon got the answer. That was the most mysterious and holy place in Tibet, Potala Palace. Under the colorful lights, Potala Palace looked even more dignified and mysterious under the black night.
Looking at the magnificent Potala Palace, Qi Yue seemed to hear a voice calling him. His eyes were a little blurred, and his body seemed to be out of his control. He came to the streets of Lhasa, took a taxi, and went straight in the direction of Potala Palace, ignoring his hungry stomach.
The staircase in front of Budala was curved from high to low. Looking from the bottom to the top, it seemed even more majestic and majestic. When Qi Yue arrived at the foot of the mountain, he suddenly discovered that the summoning voice in his heart had disappeared. The almost golden palace looked so beautiful, and the scene from his dream appeared in front of him once again. However, this time it was real.
"Is it beautiful here?" A gentle voice sounded not far from Qi Yue. The voice sounded very friendly, because it was authentic Beijing dialect, not Tibetan, which Qi Yue could not understand at all.
When he turned around, he saw a young monk in a monk's robe standing five meters behind him. There had been no footsteps before. It seemed that he had appeared there directly. Qi Yue looked up and down at the young monk. He looked about the same age as him. He was not handsome, but his whole body exuded a harmonious sense of beauty.
The young monk walked to Qi Yue and stood beside him. His eyes also looked at the Potala Palace in front of him, and he said with a smile, "Potala Palace is built on a mountain, with overlapping buildings. It is the winter palace of the Dalai Lamas of all generations. It is the ruling center of the old Tibet, and there are eight pagodas dedicated to the fifth, seventh, and thirteenth Dalai Lamas. Potala Palace collects and preserves a large number of historical relics and rare treasures. Among them, there are more than 2,500 square meters of murals, nearly a thousand pagodas, tens of thousands of statues, and tens of thousands of Tang cards. The Emperors of the Ming and Qing Dynasties bestowed the Dalai Lama with gold books, gold seals, jade seals, and a large number of gold and silver items, porcelain, enamel, jade, brocade, and craftsmanship treasures. These cultural relics are colorful and rich in themes. In Potala Palace, the cultural relics in every hall are priceless. "
Hearing this, Qi Yue couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. "You mean, there are very valuable things here?"
The young monk glanced at Qi Yue. Although his eyes were very calm, it strangely made the dirty thoughts in Qi Yue's heart disappear in an instant. "There are some things that can't be said casually here. Buddha is merciful."
Qi Yue said with a wry smile, "I'm not thinking too much. I just want to come and take a look."
The young monk smiled and said, "But it's already past the visiting time. Why do you still want to come?"
Qi Yue scratched his head and said, "I don't know when the visiting time will be. As soon as I got off the train, I saw this place on the street. It seemed that a voice had been calling me, so I came. The atmosphere of religion here is really strong! On the way, I saw many Tibetans worshipping. "
The young monk said, "The main buildings of Potala Palace are the White Palace and the Red Palace. The White Palace is the Winter Palace of the Dalai Lama. It was also the location of the former Tibetan local government office. It is seven stories high. The Red Palace is mainly the Spiritual Pagoda Hall and various Buddhist halls of the Dalai Lama. Among them, the Great Hall of Solitary Perfection is the hall of the Spiritual Pagoda Hall of the Fifth Dalai Lama. It is also the largest hall in Potala Palace. It covers an area of 725 square meters, and the inner walls are full of murals. In the hall, above the throne of the Dalai Lama hangs a horizontal board written by the Qianlong Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, 'Yonglian Chuandi'. "
Qi Yue said with some doubt, "Why are you telling me this? Anyway, I'm not allowed to enter now, so I'm leaving. "
The young monk smiled and said, "There are some things in the world that need to be understood. However, you are really not suitable to visit Potala Palace, because your heart is not pure enough. More importantly, there is no Buddha in your heart."
Qi Yue snorted and said, "There is no Buddha, is it something you can decide? Can you see my heart? "
The smile on the young monk's face disappeared. He nodded seriously and said, "Yes, I can see your heart. Do you still remember the voice calling you? Do you still remember the scene in the dream? In fact, all of this is to let you come here to meet me. "
As soon as he heard the young monk talk about his dream, Qi Yue's whole body suddenly trembled and he said involuntarily, "You, you can enter my dream?"
"Buddha is invisible and formless. Please come with me." With that, the young monk smiled slightly and turned to walk to the side of the street.
Although Qi Yue's social status was very low, he was also a very curious person. When he heard the young monk talk about his dream, he followed without any hesitation. He could not wait to get the answer to the doubts in his heart.
When the two of them arrived at the side of the street, the young monk walked to a car and stopped. It was a large off-road vehicle. The young monk first made a gesture to Qi Yue, and then he got into the driver's seat.
"F * ck, this is Lincoln Navigator." If there was a trace of hesitation before, then at this moment, Qi Yue's eagerness was even more obvious. All men liked cars. Men often said that the car was their concubine. This situation was particularly obvious for Qi Yue. Although he had no money and was idle all day, everyone had hobbies. Qi Yue's hobby was cars, especially some of the world's famous cars. In addition to eating, most of his remaining money was spent on various car magazines.
Sitting in the wide seat of the Lincoln Navigator, Qi Yue was filled with shock. He said almost as if he was talking in a dream, "One of the models of luxury off-road vehicles. The car is more than 5.2 meters long. It is the largest off-road vehicle in the world. It has superb comfort and stability. In addition, the engine cover is 1.4 meters high. It is like a warrior in a legend, reflecting an insufferably domineering aura. Is it so promising to become a monk? I heard that Lamas can marry. It seems that I came to the right place this time. "
The young monk said, "It seems that you know a lot about cars!" As he spoke, he had already started the car. The car drove very smoothly, and all the noise was cleverly filtered. Looking out through the huge window, it seemed that he was appreciating Lhasa from another perspective.
Qi Yue proudly said, "Of course I understand. I'm an expert, and I especially like off-road vehicles. Although this Lincoln Navigator is not bad, it's not my favorite. It's too bulky, and while it's good to sit on, it's not good to drive. My favorite is the Jewel Cayenne. Although the Cayenne's off-road capabilities are slightly lacking, its overall performance is the best. If I win the lottery one day, I'll definitely get myself one."
After a while, Qi Yue was surprised to find that the young monk had driven his Lincoln Navigator out of the urban area of Lhasa. He could not help feeling a little nervous. "Where are you taking me? Are you the kind of person who has a special hobby? Are you going to take me to a deserted place to rape me first and then kill me? "
The young monk's face changed slightly and he said, "I didn't expect that you would still have such dirty thoughts after seeing my Buddha's eyes. It seems that you are indeed a very special kind of person?"
Qi Yue asked curiously, "What special kind of person?"
The young monk glanced at him and said, "In your words, I am a scoundrel or a hooligan, and I am a real hooligan. Amitabha, I am talking nonsense. The place I am taking you to is where I live. It is called the Holy Buddha Rule. You may think the name is strange, but you can understand it as a city in Tibet. It is 270 kilometers away from Lhasa. We will drive for about two hours. If you are tired, you can take a rest first. There is a leather bag beside you in the car door. It is filled with sheep's milk. It is enough to satisfy your hunger. "
When Qi Yue heard the monk say that he was a hooligan and a scoundrel, not only did he not feel ashamed, but he also felt proud of himself. He smiled, picked up the leather bag from the car door, and drank it. When the young monk answered him, he had already thought it through. To him, this young monk couldn't possibly have any special purpose. He wasn't handsome, and he looked poor and dejected. Who would think of someone like him? If it was for the more than 10,000 yuan in his bag, it would be even more ridiculous. Was there a need to drive a Lincoln to rob such a small amount of money?
After thinking it through, Qi Yue simply relaxed. Anyway, he had no specific place to go, so he simply handed himself over to the young monk. Adapting to circumstances was Qi Yue's character. Otherwise, he would not be wandering on the street all day at the age of 19.
The taste of the sheep's milk was very mellow, and there was even a faint smell of sheep's urine. But for Qi Yue, who had not eaten for a few days, it could definitely be described as ambrosia. He drank most of the bag in one breath and suddenly felt much more comfortable. After taking a break, he drank all the rest of the sheep's milk. The temperature in Tibet was relatively low. After all, it was a plateau. The warm air in the car was turned on. With something in his stomach, Qi Yue suddenly felt a little tired. Although he did not have altitude sickness, he quickly fell asleep in this comfortable luxury off-road vehicle.
After sleeping for a long time, a voice that seemed to come from the deepest part of his soul woke him up from his sleep. Opening his sleepy eyes, Qi Yue found that the car had stopped, and the young monk was looking at him.
"Have we arrived?"
"Yes, please get out of the car." After the monk finished speaking, he took the lead to get out of the car.
Qi Yue followed him out of the car. Compared with the warmth in the car, the cold wind outside made him shiver.
A huge temple appeared in front of him, which did not surprise Qi Yue. The young monk had already said that he would take him to his place, so the monk naturally had to live in the temple. Qi Yue followed behind the young monk and walked into the magnificent temple.
The moment he entered, Qi Yue was shocked because he saw the armed police that could often be seen in the capital. These armed police were armed with live ammunition, and there was a cordon not far from the door. What is this place? Why are there armed police guarding it?
When the armed police saw the young monk, they bowed respectfully to him at the same time. The young monk smiled and nodded at them before leading Qi Yue inside.
"Why are there armed police here? Did someone in your temple commit a crime? "Qi Yue asked curiously.
The young monk said, "Your idea is really novel. This is a national A-class tourist reserve. It's not new to have armed police here. In Yanhuang language, this temple is called Holy Buddha Temple. "
Qi Yue suddenly felt a strange aura in the temple. After coming here, he realized that his heart seemed to have calmed down a lot. "What a strange feeling. This place seems very strange."
The young monk glanced at Qi Yue and said, "Tibet has its own culture."
The two of them continued walking into the temple. Due to the fact that the Saint Buddha Temple was built on a mountain, Qi Yue was already panting after climbing for a while. However, the young monk's breathing was still as steady as before. Even his footsteps were no different from before.
"I say, how much longer do we have to walk!" Qi Yue asked as he panted. Although he didn't have altitude sickness, climbing on a plateau was definitely not an easy task.
The young monk said as he walked forward, "We're almost there."
The two of them came to the door of a hall on the side and stopped. There were some strange patterns on the ancient and heavy door. The young monk waved at Qi Yue before pushing the door open and entering.
The interior of the hall was very quiet and the statue of Buddha was enshrined in the middle of the spacious hall. The young monk walked to the front of the statue and bowed slightly before turning to Qi Yue. In front of the statue of Buddha, the young monk appeared even more solemn and dignified.
"Alright, can you tell me now? Why did you bring me here? " Qi Yue's patience had long run out. If it weren't for the Lincoln Navigator and the bag of goat's milk, he might have run away.
The young monk said indifferently, "I brought you here to help you gain enlightenment."
"Enlightenment? Are you scolding me? I'm not a blockhead. I don't need enlightenment. "Qi Yue looked at the young monk and snorted disdainfully.
The young monk said, "Don't talk nonsense in front of Buddha. You came to Tibet because of fate. Fate arranged for you to meet me. You can treat me as your enlightener. To be honest, I didn't expect that such an important person to the East would be someone like you. "
Qi Yue's expression changed as he said, "So you look down on me? I'm not interested in your temples. In that case, why don't we go our separate ways? You can send me away. " Although he was a hoodlum, Qi Yue was also a person with a strong sense of pride. If not for the fact that the other party was a monk, he would have already verbally abused him or beaten him up. When he was in the capital, Qi Yue would not let go of anyone who looked down on him. Although he knew that it was futile, it was his way of protecting his self-esteem.
The young monk acted as if he hadn't heard Qi Yue's words and continued, "In the East, the Yanhuang Republic is the pearl of the East. The mystery of the East is not something that ordinary people can understand. In this world, there has always been a group of people silently protecting the East. They have secretly contributed all their strength to the East. Under the control of fate, these guardians will appear once every thousand years. It is precisely because of their existence that the East can develop peacefully and peacefully. "
"Are you going to tell me a story?" Qi Yue could not help but be stunned when he heard the young monk's words.
The young monk shook his head and said, "What I'm talking about is the story that is about to happen to you. There are many things in the world that are incomprehensible, and not all of these incomprehensible things are illusory. Many of them really exist. "
Qi Yue thought of his strange dream and his heart trembled. He said, "Then who are these people who protect the East that you mentioned? Could it be God? Is there really a God in this world? "
The young monk shook his head and said, "Although there is no God, there is a great bloodline that has always been passed down. For you, I inherited the most advanced existence of this great bloodline. "
Qi Yue suddenly laughed out loud. "Little monk, you're really interesting. You drove more than 200 kilometers in the middle of the night to get me here just to tell me a story? I ran to Tibet and met a stranger like you. Then, you brought me here. Do you think I can believe your words? Although your story is a little attractive, it has nothing to do with me. I'm leaving. "With that, he turned around and walked out.
Did Qi Yue really not believe the young monk's words? No, he already believed it a little, but he suddenly felt a little uneasy. Under the influence of his self-protection, he decided to leave this place immediately.
The young monk suddenly said, "Stop. If you want to know that everything I said is true, then please take off your shirt."
Qi Yue suddenly turned around. "Take off my clothes? Take off my clothes in front of Buddha? Although I don't believe in Buddha, I don't want to offend Buddha. "
The young monk smiled and said, "It seems that you already believe it, don't you? Take off your shirt. When people come to this world, they don't have any clothes. Buddha will forgive you. "
Qi Yue snorted and said, "I don't want to know anything now, and I don't want to listen to your proof. I'm leaving." With that, he turned around and walked out in a panic. At this moment, a gentle force pulled his body. Qi Yue was shocked to find that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not take another step.
Under the control of that strange yet gentle power, he turned around once again. At this moment, the young monk had unknowingly appeared beside him and was face to face with him. With a wave of the young monk's right hand, that gentle power not only restrained Qi Yue's body, but at the same time, a gentle breeze blew away his clothes, revealing his bronze skin.
"Every generation of Kirin is so stubborn. Their stubbornness is expressed in sacrificing themselves to protect the East, but you express this stubbornness in fear. I don't know if it's my fortune or misfortune to be in the same generation as you." The young monk's face was a little gloomy. He raised his hand, stretched out his jade-like index finger, and lightly tapped on Qi Yue's heart.
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