Chapter 822

After taking medicine, Hao Sheng slept for a while. Fang Fang and Dong Ting were young after all. The next day, they recovered as lively as Tao Zhuo. After eating breakfast, the group headed for the nearest Songzanlin temple.

Songzanlin temple has a history of hundreds of years. It is the center of the Yellow religion in Sichuan and Yunnan. The magnificent building is built close to the mountain and facing the lake. It has a magnificent momentum. The prayer flags all over the sky are solemn and mysterious. The magnificent building is somewhat similar to the Potala Palace. It is a famous temple called the little potala palace.

Songzanlin temple covers a large area, but the tour route is still relatively simple. You can take a car directly through a meadow and Shenhu lake to the gate of the temple, slowly climb the steep slope of 146 steps, and look at the county seat of Shangri La in the distance from the square. The wind blows on your face as if it was sacred and solemn. After resting in the gift shop (women naturally can't help shopping), they visit those exquisite scriptures and shrines along the mountain path.

Songzanlin temple was first built during the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty. The translation of Songzanlin's meaning is: all secrets are not achieved at one time. In order to make the source of the immaculate Dharma tip continuously benefit all sentient beings and make it perfect, this temple is specially built. There are many eminent monks and many hermits with profound cultivation here.

The buildings of the temple are improved step by step. The bluestone road runs through the majestic buildings. The two living halls of ZHACANG and Jikang stand tall in the center, and the eight Kangshen, monk's houses and other buildings are flanked by arches, scattered in height and advancing layer by layer. In addition to ZHACANG, the back hall of zongkaba, Maitreya Buddha and the seventh Dalai Lama bronze Buddha is also an extremely exquisite building.

And it works!

Along the way, people said that this temple was very efficacious. Ling Qingyu and the men themselves had a deep understanding of the gods, and their mood was extremely pious. They followed the local Tibetans and worshipped them all the way.

There are many monks in the temple, and the figure of red clothes and bald heads can be seen everywhere. After walking several halls, Yang Zhao and Yan Qi slightly lagged behind the people, stood on both sides of the path at a corner, saluted an old monk who had followed them for a long time and asked, "what's the matter, master?"

The old monk was not surprised at all. He didn't open his toothless mouth and smiled brightly. He said, "I see several people who are very interesting, so I want to see them carefully."

"Interesting?" Yan Qi's eyes turned and asked back with a light smile.

"Well, several people are very bloody, but there is a Buddha light shrouded. I wonder if you two can show me your destiny." The old monk laughed.

"Buddha light? Are you sure it's from us, not from her?" His eyebrows were slightly raised, and Yang Zhao's voice was cold.

"She? Oh, that woman, the woman surrounded by you in the middle is shining brightly, but what you have is not just reflected by her." As the old monk said, he had picked up Yang Zhao's hand and touched it. When Yang Zhao couldn't help but want to get rid of him, he was surprised. After a sigh of surprise, his withered fingers touched his cheek again.

They found that the old monk's eyes were gray and did not turn, and his eyelids did not blink. His eyes were blind

"You, the killing is extremely prosperous, but it's not for yourself. You have the power to protect the country," the old monk whispered while touching Yang Zhao's face bone. "Strange, what you do can't happen in this world at this time..." the old monk's voice paused, touched Yang Zhao's face bone and hand bone, and then turned around and grabbed Yan Qi's hand after a moment of meditation.

"Sorry, I promised my wife never to touch others." Yan Qi smiled and wanted to take out his hand, but the old monk held it tightly. Seeing Yang Zhao shaking his head slightly, he could only stop struggling and added, "only touch your hand!"

After touching Yan Qi's hand bone to one side, the old monk sat on the stone railing on one side, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself in the bright sunshine in words that the two people couldn't understand, like chanting scriptures.

Yang Zhao held Yan Qi, who turned and wanted to leave. They stood beside him quietly, bathed in the cold and fierce sunshine on the plateau, and began to sing scriptures after listening to the old monks muttering to themselves. The voice was low and winding, with a calming gentleness.

The last sound stopped leisurely, and the old monk turned to look at the place where they were, and said with a smile: "don't worry, you two. Every good thing you do will be rewarded. You already have great merit, and that woman has done great things that change the sky and the earth. Her merit... As her Dharma protector, you can get the hope you hope for in your life..."

Hope? Looking forward to? There are thousands of thoughts in her heart, and Yan Qi's words are: "well, as long as we continue to do good deeds, can she be safe and comfortable in this life?"

The old monk's eyebrows were slightly raised, and a bright light seemed to flash in his muddy and stiff eyes, and then he showed a bright smile and said, "if you have this heart, you all have this heart, you will be able to protect her completely."

"Master..." Yang Zhao just called, and the old monk had stood up, turned around and walked to the small door with a smile, and said with his hands: "one Xu is one world, countless, thousands of worlds are different, what should come naturally will come, what should naturally have, conform to your original heart."

Although the old monk was blind, he walked fast. After a while, he disappeared behind the small door. Yang Zhaoyan stopped for seven times to catch up with him. There was no trace of the old monk on the path.

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The two looked at each other, but they didn't look for it anymore. They turned around and chased the crowd.

After visiting the temple, seeing that it was still early, the two young people who came with them proposed that they simply go to the world's largest Tibetan Buddhist sutra wheel together.

The Sutra wheel is in the big Buddhist temple on the mountain of Daguishan Park in the ancient city. It is said that turning the Sutra wheel clockwise for three times can pray for good luck and happiness.

The ancient city of Shangri La is an important town of the ancient tea and horse road that has existed since the Tang Dynasty. The ancient city is built around Dagui mountain, and the stone roads in the city also rise and fall, which is a great test of people's endurance. The men are OK. Ling Qingyu, Hua Dong, Zhou Ziqing, these three women who have seen the threshold of middle-aged women, have some difficulties. Fortunately, the style buildings and characteristic shops in those alleys have completely attracted the women's attention, In addition, you can take the opportunity to have a rest when shopping. The party watched the Tibetan architectural style on both sides all the way, shopping and slowly turning to the Sutra wheel.

On the way, Yang Zhao and Yan Qi quietly told others what the old monk said. Although the old monk said something mysterious and mysterious, the men were very happy to hear what he said, especially the last words. They could protect her whole life and get hope and hope. No matter whether the old monk's words were really effective or not, these words made them feel much better.

After climbing up the big turtle Mountain Park and burning incense in the big Buddha Temple, a crowd came to the place where the Sutra wheel was turned.

The Sutra wheel is very huge. Its height is as high as 21 meters, so that the golden cylinder can be seen from a long distance. However, it is not possible for one person to rotate. It must be the concerted efforts of all people. It is said that the Sutra wheel cannot be rotated even if the heart is not sincere, but after three rounds of smooth rotation, you can get luck and protection.

Just got the words of the seemingly inscrutable old monk, the men's hearts became more pious, their hearts were chanting words of blessing, and their hands turned the huge Sutra wheel vigorously.

The golden prayer wheel made a pleasant sound, turned out an overflow of golden light, and the wind also blew gently, blowing the prayer flags beside it, as if it should be like the voice in their hearts.

Fang Fang and Dong Ting also joined in the fun. After three rounds, they found that they didn't make a wish. They wanted to ask the men to help push the wheel, but they were directly pushed away by the people waiting behind.

There are many tourists during the May Day holiday!

"OK, as long as you turn this, you can pray, the same!" Liang Jiarong smiled and held the unwilling two people, laughing: "besides, what can you wish? Here will not be your wish to win money on the gambling table."

"You look down on us!" Fang Fang shouted, "I have serious wishes, too, okay!"

"Yes!" Dong Ting shouted, turned around and looked at Fang Fang and said, "what are our serious wishes?"

Er... Fang Fang touched his head and said, "well, we can definitely find it. Isn't that why we came here? No fear! Anyway, there are many sutras on the way. It's the same when we think about it."

"Yes!" Dong Ting nodded and looked at the turning wheel in the loud cries of the crowd. Suddenly, he remembered something. The other party said, "by the way, the Jinghua miaolian in Macao last time is missing. I heard from my brother earlier, it seems that another piece has been unearthed in Tibet."

"Really? I don't know what's good about that thing. My father just likes it." Fang Fang Dao.

"Jinghua miaolian?" Shadow thirteen inserted a sentence beside it.

"Yes, brother thirteen, are you interested?" Remembering that Ying shisan once asked for the details of Jinghua miaolian, Dong Ting yank yank yank yank yank yank yank yank yank yank yank dialed his eldest brother's phone and said, "I'll ask for clarification!"

"Brother, it's me," Dong Ting winked at Ying shisan as soon as the phone was connected, Facing the phone: "Brother, let me ask you something, me? Of course I'm alive. I'm fine. There's no altitude sickness! My hotel! I sent you a photo? Why can't I live? The bed is a little small, and Xiao Fang's boy kicked me hard! No, I slept well and had a good time! I can definitely walk through the rain avalanche on foot! Don't, brother, don't hang up, I have something to do with you! It's not for money, how much can this fart place cost? No It's time to go back! I said brother, can you let me finish? It's the jade. What's Jinghua miaolian? Do you have any specific information? what? Ah? Well... Well, I know. I'll get out of the rain avalanche alive! "

The last sentence was almost roaring out. Dong Ting hung up the phone and said to Ying Shishi, "my brother is a mother-in-law. That Jinghua miaolian has been taken away by Mr. Su, saying it is a birthday gift for young master su."

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Shadow thirteen smiled and said, "let's go. It's shouting below."