Carved Bones of Rebirth

Early the next morning, the sky in Lhasa was still gray and blue, but it was rare that it did not rain.Yan Leng and Cen Ge bid farewell to their fellow Tibetans and went on foot to the Potala Palace.

They live not too close to the Potala Palace, but they are not afraid of getting lost, because the location of the Potala Palace can be seen at a glance no matter where you are in Lhasa.The Potala Palace is like a lighthouse for pilgrims, standing in the sky that thousands of people look up to, but if you are sincere, you can always touch the holy place in your heart.

Those who have not been to Lhasa will not understand the magnificence and mystery of the Potala Palace, and those who have not seen monks shaking prayer wheels on the clean streets will not know why the Potala Palace is a holy place.

Yan Leng and Cen Ge seemed to have made an agreement, they didn't speak a word along the way, they just walked towards the Potala Palace at a leisurely pace, no one broke the tranquility of the street and the distance in their hearts.

I don't know how long I walked, but I walked to the foot of the Potala Palace without knowing it. Along the way, so many pilgrims paid homage to the Potala Palace.

Cen Ge's hand lightly brushed against the thousand-year-old red wall, it was so rough that it was a bit difficult to handle, but it couldn't resist the thousand-year-old wind, frost and lightning strikes, still standing on the highest chest, which belonged only to the Potala Palace.

Yan Leng and Cen Ge clasped their fingers together and climbed up to the Potala Palace step by step.

They didn't prostrate and kneel down like those pilgrims, they just walked up step by step, not far away, but every time they climbed a step, they felt more determined in their hearts.

Standing on a high place, Cen Ge looked back at those pilgrims who were thousands of miles away. He only felt pious and admirable. Has become a Buddha.

When Cen Ge was moved by these pilgrims, what he didn't know was that Yan Leng in his previous life was also one of them. From the capital to Lhasa, he kowtowed for 4500 kilometers, year after year, day after day , just for one thing, at that time, he looked like a lunatic in the eyes of others, but as far as he was concerned, the moment he lost Cen Ge, he was already insane.

When he knelt down, kowtowed, and crawled over and over again, it seemed so boring in the eyes of others, but who knew that at that time, his heart was full of the shadow of Cen Ge. Here, he didn't forget, didn't take it lightly, didn't blur it, it was more profound.He watched the story between him and Cen Ge over and over again as if watching a movie. He weighed all the things he once owned one by one, and finally found that everything he owned had changed because of Cen Ge's departure. Pointless, he really would give it all if he could keep their story going.

Yan Leng is such a person. He doesn't want to be like many people who care about everything and want everything. There will always be only one thing he cares about and what he wants.

Yan Leng looked at these pilgrims, as if in a daze, until Cen Ge lightly clenched his interlocking hands, and he realized that the sky was already bright.

Yan Leng smiled at Cen Ge, and gently shook his hand back. He used all the red threads in his two lives to beg for love with this person in front of him, could he get a silent love and joy?

Yan Leng and Cen Ge walked up step by step, as if walking on floating clouds, but every step was so steady.

Rows of prayer wheels seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time, waiting for a light touch, but they seemed to have nothing to do with them. There was nothing waiting, and some seemed to be waiting there all the time.

I don't know how many prayer wheels there are, and how many times the six-character mantra has been recited on behalf of others, and how much sincerity has been entrusted.

Cen Ge lightly moved the scripture tube without making a sound, he was not a member of the sect, but had a wish in his heart.

After walking all the way, Cen Ge realized that Yan Leng had been interlocking his fingers just now, and wanted to let go of his hand to let him walk the scripture path again, but Yan Leng held it even tighter, unwilling to let go.

A man turning the prayer wheel is to eliminate the karma of the previous life, but he has turned the prayer wheel over and over again in the previous life, and only then did he start over again in this life. He is unwilling to eliminate the karma of the past life.Clenching fingers with the person next to him is the karma of his previous life. He is willing to repay all the fruits he planted in this life in this life. Don't change your heart, don't regret it, don't regret it in this life, don't regret it in life.

Cen Ge wanted to persuade the person beside him, but he was forced by this person to run forward, until he reached the main hall of the Potala Palace.

At the entrance of the main hall of the Potala Palace, a big lama and several young lamas were sitting. They seemed to be lecturing or debating the scriptures, and everyone was watching.

Yan Leng and Cen Ge also mixed in with the crowd, listening to a Chinese man in front who knew Tibetan speak to everyone.

It turned out that these lamas were all monks from Sera Monastery. Today it is Lizong Bian. The big lama sitting there is an eminent monk from Sera Monastery and a member of Lizong. Debate, or distinguish the true meaning of Buddhism.

I couldn't understand what the little lama said, but I saw my right hand raised back high, clapping with my left hand and making a crisp sound, then I stretched my right hand down to the other side and pulled it up. The little lama on the opposite side showed joy on his face. Putting palms together, saluting the great lama, he happily left.

Another young lama said a long sentence to the big lama, and the Han interpreter explained that he was asking the big lama, you just hit each other with two palms, is it impermanent, isn't it?

Both Yan Leng and Cen Ge were waiting for the big lama's answer, and the big lama said simply, Heap! (right.)

The little lama let out a strange laugh loudly, which startled Cen Ge. The little lama asked, but look at the pillar of the Potala Palace, it was there thousands of years ago, and it is still there now. What about impermanence?

Even the little lama laughed harshly, but the big lama was unmoved. He sat on the ground with his usual expression on his face, patted the back of his right hand on the palm of his left hand, and said, "You, me, and them, like that pillar, are always on the ground every day. Live in the eyes of the Buddha, Sumi mustard, everything is in the eyes of the Buddha."

The little lama refused to give up, and said again, "You are not a Buddha, how can you know everything is impermanent?"

"With a Buddha in your heart, you can find out the true meaning."

"Then what is the true meaning of my Buddha?"

"The Buddha said, don't say it."

"If the Buddha doesn't say it, how can we find out the true meaning?"

"The Buddha said, I don't speak, I know it in my heart."

The little lama was a little out of breath, and saw that the big lama was pinching the rosary in one hand, and turning the hand-cranked sutra steadily with the other without making a sound. The little lama gradually calmed down, took out the sutra, and imitated the way the big lama did. Shaking, saluted the big lama, then turned and walked away.

Yan Leng and Cen Ge smiled at each other, passed through the crowd, followed the little lama, and walked towards Sera Monastery.

The two of them had a fast meal at Sera Monastery, and stayed in a wing room that even the color of the wood had faded, covered in Tibetan incense, even two ordinary people seemed to be far away from the world.

There were no passionate kisses, no passionate entanglements, but just sleeping in each other's arms on a hard kang in a temple.

In the eyes of the Buddha, there are all kinds of living beings, and there are all kinds of situations in the world, so they probably don't care about their disrespect.