Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

After taking the medicine and having a good sleep, Fang Fang and Dong Ting were young after all, and recovered as vigorously as Tao Zhuo and others the next day. After breakfast, the group headed to the nearest Songzanlin Temple.

Songzanlin Temple has a history of hundreds of years. It is the center of Huangjiao in the Sichuan and Yunnan regions. The magnificent building is built on the mountain and faces the lake. It is magnificent. The prayer flags all over the sky reveal solemnity and mystery. The magnificent building can be seen from a distance. Somewhat similar to the Potala Palace, it is a famous temple known as the Little Potala Palace.

Songzanlin Temple occupies a large area, but the tour route is relatively simple. You can directly drive through a meadow and a sacred lake to reach the entrance of the temple. After slowly climbing the steep slope of 146 steps, you can look at Shangri-La County in the distance from the square. The wind blows Their faces seemed to carry that sacred solemnity. After resting in the gift shop (the women naturally couldn't help but shop), the group visited the exquisite scripture halls and temples along the mountain road.

Songzanlin Temple was first built in the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. The translated meaning of Songzanlin is: all sutras and secrets are not completed at one time. In order to make the source of the unsullied Dharma continue to benefit all living beings and make them complete, this temple was specially built. Here There are many eminent monks and many hermits with advanced cultivation.

The architecture of the temple is improved step by step, with bluestone roads running through each majestic and solemn building. The two residence halls of Zhacang and Jikang stand tall in the center, and the eight major Kangshen, monks' houses and other buildings guard the side. Progressing layer by layer, in addition to Zhacang, the apse hall housing Tsongkhapa, Maitreya Buddha, and the Seventh World Bronze Buddha is also an extremely exquisite building.

And it works!

Along the way, I heard people say that this temple was very efficacious. Ling Qingyu and the men themselves had a deep understanding of the things of the gods, so they felt extremely pious. As they walked over, they followed the example of the local Tibetans and worshiped there.

There were many monks in the temple, and bald figures in red clothes could be seen everywhere. After walking a few halls, Yang Zhao and Yan Qi lagged slightly behind the crowd, and stood on both sides of the path at a corner, facing a young man who had been following them for a long time. The old monk saluted and asked, Master, is there something wrong?

The old monk was not surprised at all. He smiled brightly with his toothless mouth and said: I saw some interesting people, so I want to take a closer look.

Interesting? Yan Qi turned his eyes and asked with a chuckle.

Well, some of you are very bloodthirsty, but you are shrouded in Buddha's light. I wonder if you two can show me your numerology. The old monk said with a smile.

Buddha's light? Are you sure it comes from us and not from her? Yang Zhao said in a cold voice with a slightly raised brow.

She? Oh, that woman, the woman surrounded by you is extremely radiant, but what you have is not just reflected by her. As the old monk spoke, he had already picked up Yang Zhao's hand and touched it. He stood up, and when Yang Zhao couldn't help but want to get rid of him, he let out a surprised sigh, and then the bone-like fingers touched his cheek again.

Only then did the two realize that the old monk's eyes were gray and white and he had not moved his eyelids. He was blind...

You have committed great killings, but it is not for yourself. You have the merits of protecting the country. While touching Yang Zhao's face bones, the old monk said softly: It's strange, what you have done is not for the sake of protecting the country. What happened in this world at this time... The old monk's voice paused, and after touching Yang Zhao's face and hand bones, he pondered for a moment before turning around and grabbing Yan Qi's hand.

I'm sorry, I promised Madam that I would never touch anyone else. Yan Qi chuckled and tried to take his hand out, but was held tightly by the old monk. When Yang Zhao shook his head slightly, he could only stop struggling. Added another sentence: You can only touch your hands!

After carefully touching the bones of Yan Qi's hand, the old monk sat on the stone railing on one side, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself in the bright sunshine like chanting sutras in words that the two of them could not understand. stand up.

Yang Zhao grabbed Yan Qi who turned to leave, and the two stood beside him quietly, bathing in the cold and strong sunshine on the plateau, listening to the old monk murmuring to himself and then began to chant scriptures. The voice was low and reverberating, with a calming gentleness.

The last sound stopped leisurely, and the old monk turned to look at the place where the two of them were, and said with a smile: Don't worry, you two. Every good deed you do will be rewarded. You already have great merit, and that woman is even more She has done great deeds that have changed the world. Her merits... As her protector, you can get what you hope for in this life...

Hopeful? Looking forward to it? With so many thoughts in her mind, Yan Qiwen's words were: Then, as long as we continue to do good deeds, will she be able to live a safe and smooth life?

The old monk raised his brows slightly, and a bright light seemed to flash in his turbid and stiff eyes. Then he showed a bright and flowery smile and said: If you have this heart, and you all have this heart, you will definitely be able to protect her.

Master... Yang Zhaogang called out, and the old monk had already stood up, turned around and walked towards the small door with a smile, raised his hand and said: One Sumeru and one world, countless, thousands of worlds are different, what comes naturally It will come, and what should come naturally will come, just follow your heart.”

Although the old monk was blind, he walked very fast. He disappeared behind the small door in just a moment. Yang Zhaoyan paused and chased after him. There was no trace of the old monk on the trail.

The two looked at each other, stopped looking, and turned around to chase the others.

After visiting the temple and seeing that it was still early, the two young men who came with us suggested that they go spin the world's largest Tibetan Buddhist prayer wheel together.

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

The ancient city of Shangri-La is an important town on the Tea Horse Road that has existed since the Tang Dynasty. The ancient city is built around the Big Turtle Mountain. The stone roads in the city are also ups and downs, which is a test of people's endurance. The men are okay, Ling Qingyu's flowers move Zhou Ziqing's The three women who had already seen the threshold of middle-aged women were a little struggling. Fortunately, the charming buildings and specialty shops in the alleys completely attracted the attention of the women. In addition, they could also take the opportunity to rest while shopping, and the group went all the way. While shopping, I slowly walked towards the big prayer wheel while looking at the Tibetan architectural style on both sides.

On the way, Yang Zhao and Yan Qi quietly told the others what the old monk said. Although what the old monk said was mysterious and mysterious, the words he said, especially the last words, made the men listen in their hearts. They were very happy to be able to protect her throughout her life and to gain hope and hope. Regardless of whether what the old monk said was really effective or not, these words made them feel at ease.

After climbing up to Daguishan Park and burning incense in the Big Buddha Temple, the group came to the place where the prayer wheels were turned.

The prayer wheel is very huge. With a height of 21 meters, the golden cylindrical shape can be seen from a long distance. However, it cannot be turned by one person. It requires everyone to work together. It is said that even if you are not sincere, you can't turn it. Turn the prayer wheel, but after turning it successfully three times, you will receive luck and protection.

After hearing the words of the seemingly enigmatic old monk, the men became more pious, chanting blessings in their hearts, and turned the huge prayer wheel vigorously in their hands.

The golden prayer wheel made a sweet sound, turning and emitting overflowing golden light. The wind also blew gently, blowing the prayer flags next to it, as if echoing the voices in their hearts.

Fang Fang and Dong Ting also joined in the fun. After three rounds, they realized that they had not made a wish. They wanted to ask the men to help push the prayer wheel, but they were pushed away by the people waiting behind them.

There are a lot of tourists during the May Day holiday!

Okay, as long as you turn this one, you can pray for blessings, the same thing! Liang Jiarong smiled and held the two unwilling people, and said with a smile: Besides, what can you make a wish for? This place will not accept your wish. The desire to win money at the gambling table with a beautiful girl from the sky.”

You look down on us so much! Fang Fang shouted, I also have serious wishes, okay!

That's right! Dong Ting shouted and turned to look at Fang Fang and said, What serious wishes do we have?

Uh... Fang Fang touched his head and said: We will definitely find this. Isn't that why we came here? Don't be afraid! Anyway, there are many prayer wheels along the way, so we can just turn them again when we think about it.

Yes! Dong Ting nodded and looked at the prayer wheel that kept turning amidst the loud shouts of everyone. He suddenly remembered something and the other party said: By the way, the Jinghua Miaolian from Macau last time is missing. , I heard my brother say it before, it seems like another piece has been unearthed in Tibet.

Really? I don't know what's good about that thing. My old man just likes it. Fang Fang said.

Jinghua Miaolian? Ying Shisan interjected from the side.

Yes, Brother Thirteen, are you interested? Remembering that Ying Thirteen had asked for the detailed information of Jinghua Miaolian, Dong Ting took out his phone and dialed his eldest brother's number, saying, I Let’s ask clearly!”

Brother, it's me. As soon as the call was connected, Dong Ting winked at Ying Shisan and said to the phone: Brother, let me ask you something, me? Of course I'm alive, I'm fine, I don't have altitude sickness! I The inn where I stayed! Didn’t I send you a photo? Why couldn’t I stay? The bed was a bit small, and that guy Xiaofang kept kicking me! No, I slept well and had a great time! I can definitely do it Yubeng after hiking! No, brother, don’t hang up the phone, I have something to do with you! I’m not asking for money. How much money can this shitty place use? I’m not going back! I said, brother, can you let me finish what I’m saying? ? It's that jade, that Jinghua Miaolian, do you have any specific information? What? Ah? That's it...Okay, I know, I will get out of Yubeng alive!

The last sentence was almost shouted. Dong Ting hung up the phone and said to Shadow Thirteen: My brother is the mother-in-law. The Jinghua Miaolian has been taken away by Mr. Su. He said it was given to Su Xiaoxiao. A birthday present for the young master.”

Mr. Su...

Ying Thirteen smiled and said, Let's go, they're shouting from below.