Lhasa means "holy land" or "Buddha land" in Tibetan. It has been the political, economic, cultural and religious center of Tibet since ancient times.

Because you can see the sun for 8 hours and 15 minutes every day, half more than the eastern region at the same latitude, and the magnificent Potala Palace, this place is also called "Sunshine City" by Tibetans.

It had already decided to go home early, but Yang Meng did not expect that after continuing to walk alone for a few days, he saw the majestic Potala Palace from afar, bathed in the golden sunlight, which was as fascinating as gold...

Since I arrived in Lhasa without realizing it, I would have to go in and take a look at this Buddha city.

Compared with other poor and poor Tibet, Lhasa is obviously much richer and bustling, especially after the British army entered Tibet for the second time, many Buddhists from Southeast Asian countries such as India and Nepal used worship at Sunac City as a pilgrimage to "purify the soul".

Therefore, when Yang Meng, who was wearing only a thin piece of felt on his body, walked into the holy city and came to the foot of the Red Mountain in a very peaceful manner, not only did he not be despised by the people outside the Tibetan area, but he felt the unprecedented welcome from the Tibetans, and even worshiped by some foreign Buddhists along the way.

"Ascenary monk! Son of Buddha!"

"Assassin! Holy Son!"

Yang Meng couldn't understand the meaning of the Tibetans' "ascetic monk" and "Buddha son", but he understood which word "ascetic monk and holy son" was shouted by a few foreigners with awe. "Damn, I'm a little more fashionable. I don't need to treat me as a sharp brother..."

In this era of extremely inconvenient transportation, Buddhist believers from all over the world suffered a lot from the scorching sunshine and unpredictable weather on the Tibetan Plateau. Even if they wear fur-made cotton jackets, many of them will experience terrible altitude sickness. Therefore, for Yang Meng, who is almost naked and directly endured the sun and wind, frost and dust of the plateau, people will naturally feel sincere awe and even worship from the bottom of their hearts.

It's so great that Yang Meng is dying, but because he hates keeping braids, he has long been accustomed to the image of bald heads. Even when he is hiking alone in the wilderness, he will scrape his hair clean because the pores on his head are the densest and he can better experience the daily practice method. Therefore, it is inevitable that misunderstandings from ascetic monks and even Buddhist children will arise.

"Thashidler..."

Looking at the devout believers holding prayer drums, they chanted Buddhist scriptures and knelt on the side of the road and worshiped them very devoutly. Yang Meng felt very sorry for her, but her face still had an expression of an ancient well. Since she realized her innocent heart, Yang Meng has finally abandoned her scheming since her time travel and gradually developed in the direction of pure and casual thoughts.

Of course, pure minds sometimes do not necessarily mean solemnity. At least Yang Meng has a prank in his heart now, "In this Buddhist holy place, it is quite fun to pretend to be a charlatan occasionally. Maybe, there will be some unexpected gains..."

During the months when he was in seclusion in Longhua Temple, Yang Meng was quite accomplished in the research of the Tripitaka and other Buddhist scriptures. As for the Tibetan Buddhist Maharaja, it even caused him to be interested in Buddhist scriptures. After a long period of exploration and attempt, he is now basically free to pick it up.

The Hongshan Winter Palace shrouded in clouds and mist, the blue and clean sky, the mysterious and profound Buddhist culture, and the "moving without moving" that Yang Meng casually picked out, it looks like an extraordinary and beautiful scenery of the holy land...

The believers who were originally watching from afar saw this scene that only heard in Buddhist scriptures, and they didn't realize that they were rushing towards them with tears in their eyes. Occasionally, one or two people were crowded because of the crowding. "This is the real Buddhist son. Look at the Vajra body that is invincible in the cold and heat, and then look at the solemn appearance of the unmoving Mingwang..."

Seeing the believers with excited faces and awe-like expressions pouring up, Yang Meng suddenly realized that he might be a little too much, but now he is difficult to get on the verge of being a tiger. He can't stop and tell everyone a Buddhist scripture translated into Chinese, right?

So Yang Meng's face remained silent, but he did not dare to pause at all. He ignored the devotees who were kneeling on the ground along the way, and just walked straight to the majestic Potala Palace on the top of Red Mountain.

"Please get on the horse!"

Along the way, I suddenly saw the crowd in front of me quiet, and then spontaneously spread out quietly to both sides. On the layers of steps separated by the crowd, several lamas wearing red monk robes and magic crowns slowly walked down.

The lama in the head was about forties, with wrinkles on his dark skin, and holding a white horse in his hand, he walked over and said in a low voice to Yang Meng. Looking at the action, he probably wanted to ask him to get on the horse.

Yang Meng shook his head, not daring to say that he didn't understand what this guy meant. He just walked forward silently until he reached the top of the mountain, and then he saw two rows of lamas holding snails and horns waiting for him. When he was moving forward again, the roaring horns suddenly sounded in the vast sky.

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"Now, what should I do?"

Seeing the solemn and solemn lamas bowing their heads and folding their heads, and the old-looking lamas turned their prayer wheels and greeted them with a kind smile, Yang Meng became increasingly confused about how to end.

"Please ask for the Buddhist son..."

Seeing the lamas speaking in unison, Yang Meng simply turned his heart and closed his eyes to continue walking forward. No matter how the lamas around him called, he did not respond to anyone. He just silently felt the aura emitted by the crowd moving forward, leaving the crowd behind little by little.

The Mingwang Seal, which was still moving, was as firm as a rock, but I was uneasy because of my recklessness. Until I walked through the layers of palaces and pavilions and walked to a platform with the hottest sunlight, I felt a pure natural vitality.

call……

Without the crowds of people and noisy steps, only the full of sunlight shining down, Yang Meng finally took a breath. Although he felt that no one was following him, he still did not open his eyes or dared to speak. He just walked to a place where the mountain wind was strong, sat cross-legged silently, feeling the most abundant sunlight in the Sunshine City, and slowed his breathing in the mountain wind that was coming.

"Since you have already pretended to be a charlatan, just put it to the end... I just don't know how long I can last..."

Several old lamas with pale eyebrows, surrounded and supported by groups of fearful lamas, panted and chased outside Deyangxia. Looking at the unknown "Buddhist son" from afar, they quietly walked to the edge of the platform with their eyes closed, and then suddenly sat on the edge of the platform when they were about to fall to pieces.

"The Living Buddha is far away in Darjeeling, Tianzhu, and even if he sends people back, he will not be so arrogant. He will tell the people below to temporarily close Deyangxia, and wait until this 'Buddhist son' enters the state of meditation, and then test his intention to come to the Potala Palace..."

"What? Yang Meng may have gone to Sunshine City? Now he has been in the sunshine for five days and has not woken up yet?"

The successive setbacks and the tragic deaths of the two major sword gods made the Japanese who had not been clamoring before gradually shut up and learned to remain silent. However, Shanghai No. 1 National Museum of Martial Arts, which won all the battles, ushered in an unprecedented boom in martial arts learning.

After finishing the work of the CIA, she had to go to the National Museum to help screen the apprentice for the second time. Qingyi is now a little envious of Ruoli's disregard for the matter outside the window. But before she could rest for a while, she heard Yang Meng's news from Ryan again.

"Lian goes to find your Master Ruoli's wife, you go to find Yaqiao back in the palace, and Qingzhou goes to ask your master to ask the other masters to come here to discuss countermeasures..."

Even though he was exhausted, hearing such a big thing made Qingyi nervous again. However, when the three of them came back, there was only Wang Yaqiao with an anxious look on his face and followed Huo Diange. As for Ruoli and the other masters, there was no one at all.

"If Master Li said that the master is confirming the martial arts he is seeking in his heart, there will be no danger. Just let us just wait and see what we have changed..."

Seeing Qingzhou nodding aside, Qingyi felt more and more confused, "Your master and the others said so?"

"The master said that Master Yang has gained a lot in the collection this time. If he wakes up from the meditation, he may have found the way to embrace the spirit and form a pill. From then on, he will be a person close to Buddha who knows the magical power. Even if someone wants to hurt him, it will be difficult to do it. Just let Master Qingyi help screen the apprentice in the martial arts hall with peace of mind..."

Qingyi opened her mouth and looked at Wang Yaqiao. She didn't know if she was more happy or worried. After hesitating for a while, she turned to Ryan and said, "Is your source of information reliable? Can you find a way to convey any news?"

Laien nodded, "I heard from the priesthood of my uncle. It is said that the four famous ascetic monks in India are now with the Thirteenth Dada Lai to Tibet to seek the Buddhist teachings of the Six-Trip Meditation of Arhats..."

"Yes, I forgot that Yang Meng is not a good person in the eyes of you British people..."

Wang Yaqiao looked at Qingyi and smiled bitterly, and didn't know how to persuade her. She thought that she had achieved some success in her splitting fist, and she felt particularly at ease with what Ruoli said. "No one can harm him with the master's skills. However, the National Museum of War is too complicated. Even if we screen, there may be fish that miss the net..."

Qingyi stood up and calmed down slightly on her face, "Your master is far away in Nikko City. No matter how worried you are, you can't help. Yaqiao, go and see those who sign up for learning art. It's better to let our newcomers in the upper courtyard get in and send them half to the other four national martial arts museums. The Japanese have started to get rid of the national martial arts museums, but they have achieved the reputation of our national martial arts museums. Taking this opportunity to carry forward the national martial arts in Shanghai..."

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