Yuxiang

"Xiu, over there is the Potala Palace. The willow tree near here is the 'Princess Willow', which is said to have been planted by Princess Wencheng. This Jokhang Temple has a history of more than 1350 years, longer than Lhasa's history..."

While watching the surrounding scenery, Murong Xianxian listened to Bai Suzhen's introduction continuously, especially when she saw those Tibetans performing that kind of prostration, her heart was tugged... How painful it was, pushing herself to the ground fall?

It wasn't just young people who saluted, there were also many elderly people who saluted more piously than young people. Some of them were already crumbling, but they still insisted on saluting.

"This is normal."

Bai Suzhen said: "When there are large-scale Buddhist activities, there are still people who worship death, and those who are weaker can't hold on at all."

"Have you been here before?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"I've been here many times." Bai Suzhen's eyes flashed a look of sadness.

"Is there something special?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"It's all in the past."

Bai Suzhen's complexion returned to normal: "Xiu, let's go in and have a look. The architectural style of the Jokhang Temple is a fusion of Tibetan, Tang and Nepalese architectural styles, and it is unique among many Buddhist temples in Japan. There is also a statue of Princess Wencheng enshrined in it." A 12-year-old life-sized statue of Sakyamuni brought from Chang'an."

"I'll go in and have a look, then I'll come out, you forget it."

Seeing that the Bai Suzhen and sisters were not very interested, Murong Xianxian did not force them. Since entering Tibet, the two of them didn't look good when they saw the lama, and they never went into the temple when they passed by.

"Then let's wait outside, Xiu must be careful." Bai Suzhen warned.

"Hehe, are you still worried that some lamas want to arrest me and become a nun? Don't worry, I won't do it. It's too ugly without hair." Murong Xianxian curled her lips and entered the temple gate alone.

After entering the Jokhang Temple through the main entrance, walk clockwise into a wide open-air courtyard, which used to be the place of the grand Lhasa prayer meeting 'Melang Chinmo'.At that time, tens of thousands of monks from the three major monasteries in Lhasa will gather here.Qi prays for the happiness of all living beings and social stability. At the same time, activities such as debating scriptures, exorcising ghosts, and welcoming Maitreya Buddha are held.

The colonnade walls around the courtyard and the murals on the wall of the turning corridor are called the Thousand Buddha Gallery because they are full of thousands of Buddha statues... In conspicuous positions, there are some signs that play the role of tour guides, and some The lama is explaining to the tourists. It is said that such murals cover an area of ​​more than 4400 square meters in the Jokhang Temple.

After passing the Yaksha Hall and the Dragon King Hall on the right, behind hundreds of lighted butter lamps.It is the 'Juekang' Buddhist Hall, which is the main body of the Jokhang Temple. The Buddhist Hall is in the form of a closed courtyard, with a four-story building and a Dajing Hall in the center.Buddhist believers in Tibetan media believe that Lhasa is the center of the world, and the core of the universe lies here.At present, it is the place where the monks of Jokhang Temple chant scriptures and practice Dharma.From the Sutra hall, you can see the beautifully shaped statue of Avalokitesvara with thousands of hands and eyes. There are two ornately decorated Buddha statues on both sides.

Murong Xianxian was about to take a look at the Buddha statue inside, when a strange feeling suddenly came from her body... After a practitioner has cultivated to a certain level.You can take some special magic weapons... such as flying swords, etc., with you.After these laws have undergone the sacrifice of blood essence, they are inseparable from their bodies, and a slight movement will produce a response in their hearts.

At this moment, it was the ancient mirror she bought at Huang's house that made the change.Although she sacrificed this ancient mirror that day, it was not completely successful, especially the six ancient Tibetan characters on the mirror, although she knew that it was the key to refining this magic weapon.But because I don't know these six characters, I can't do anything about it. There is no reason for it to enter Tibet this time.

Just when she was about to enter the Buddha Hall.The ancient mirror erupted with a stronger response, as if something was calling it, and this feeling was very clear.

"Oops! Did you meet a long-lost relative or run away to the original owner?" She murmured in her heart.

However, she did not leave, but tried the strength of the induction, and walked towards the direction with the strongest induction... If you want to take something away from her, you will have to pay some price.Although she didn't know what the name of this treasure mirror was, she could feel that it was definitely a rare treasure.And faintly, it seems that it has something to do with him, otherwise, without completely unlocking its seal, he would not be able to sacrifice and use it.

At the same time that the ancient mirror in Murong Xianxian's body was responding, in a certain room in the Jokhang Temple, a wrinkled old lama suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes flashed with brilliance. Almost at the same time, a bronze-colored lama The bell suddenly flew out from its top door, suspended in mid-air and let out bursts of soft chants.

"Sure enough, it's still here."

There was a wry smile on the old lama's face, and he looked at the bell: "Are you so impatient to leave?"

'ding~'

The bell seemed to understand his words, trembled slightly in the air, and let out another roar.

"Well, you don't have to worry." The old lama slightly raised his hand, and the bell landed on his hand.

He lightly tapped the table in front of him three times with his fingers, making a 'dodo' sound, and a young lama came in: "Master, what do you want?"

"Go down, wait until a female benefactor will come, you lead her to see me." The old lama ordered.

"Yes, master." The little lama was a disciple he accepted in his later years, and he always followed him, and he would take care of him when there was anything.

Murong Xianxian looked around with some doubts, following the feeling as he walked further and further away, there were fewer and fewer tourists around here, but there were more and more lamas, don't really answer the joke outside just now, and get caught by the lama ...It seems that the new society does not like this, right?

As soon as I walked near a small building, I felt that a little lama was looking at me like a thief... Sending such a good guy to tie me up? Isn't it too small?

"What are you looking at?" She stopped and stared at the little lama, who suddenly became dizzy.

Gesang grew up in the monastery. He was an orphan and lived with the old lama. The two were like father and son.In the monastery, there is an old lama taking care of him, no one treats him well, but outside, Tibetans always respect monks, let alone treat him badly, so Murong Xianxian stared at him, and Gesang immediately lost his mind , Cerebellar hypoxia, some at a loss.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, why don't you answer?"

Murong Xianxian felt that the little lama was quite interesting, so she laughed and teased: "So he's a mute."

"I'm not dumb." Gesang quickly argued.

"What are you doing standing here furtively?" Murong Xianxian asked.

The little lama is depressed, why am I sneaking around in my temple?

He looked around and confirmed that only the one in front of him met the standard that the master said, and quickly saluted: "Dear guest, master, please go upstairs and see me."

"Are you sure?" Murong Xianxian asked suspiciously, "Who is your master?"

"I'm sure."

Gesang nodded affirmatively: "My master is Jizhu Living Buddha."

Jizhu Living Buddha?

Murong Xianxian only remembered that she knew there was a Jigong Living Buddha, but she had never heard of Jizhu Living Buddha, so she was a little curious.However, she guessed that the other party was looking for her because of the ancient mirror's induction, so she readily agreed, followed the little lama in front of her, and climbed the ancient stairs.

Murong Xianxian knew that in Tibetan Buddhism, living Buddhas had a very high status, whether in monasteries or among the people, but she didn't know how high they were.In fact, although the Panchen Lama is the leader of Tibetan Buddhism in terms of political affairs, among the many monasteries, the one with the highest level of cultivation and the deepest Dharma is Jizhu Living Buddha, to whom the Panchen Lama once performed rites to his disciples.

Followed the little lama into a room... He didn't inform, and led Murong Xianxian directly into it.

She saw that living Buddha was sitting on a hard wooden chair. He was already very old and skinny, with folds on his face and age spots.However, no matter in the house or on the old lama, there is no such unpleasant smell of old people, but a very peaceful atmosphere... and although the old lama is thin and dry, sitting there gives people a kind of awe-inspiring feeling. stop feeling.

After Murong Xianxian entered the room, Gesang closed the door behind the old lama and stood there.Once the eyes look at the nose, the nose looks at the mouth, and the mouth looks at the heart, it is estimated that it is time to chant sutras.

The Living Buddha looked at Zhuang Rui kindly, like an elder looking at his own children and grandchildren.For some reason, Murong Xianxian felt a kind of admiration in her heart at this moment.

"sit down."

The old lama pointed to the chair and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Living Buddha, what do you mean, why can't I understand?" Murong Xianxian sat down according to the words, but was a little confused by what he said.

Ding~

There was a soft sound, and a bronze bell suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, making a strange sound... At the same time, Murong's slender ancient mirror also flew out suddenly, but it seemed to be somewhat different from the past.

Pieces of clear light emanated from the ancient mirror, and at the same time, six Tibetan characters also turned into light symbols and flew up one by one, circling the ancient mirror.

"It really is the Great Compassion Mirror!" Living Buddha Jizhu sighed softly.

"What is the Great Compassion Mirror?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"The ancient mirror in your hand is the Great Compassion Mirror, and my Fumo Bell is handed down by Master Padmasambhava." Living Buddha Jizhu said softly.

what?

Murong Xianxian almost jumped up, wondering why this magic weapon was related to Master Padmasambhava again.

"Living Buddha, do you remember wrongly?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"No, these two artifacts were originally together. Later, due to some accidents, we kept them separately. Later, the Great Compassion Mirror disappeared." Living Buddha Jizhu said slowly.