The Seven Fairies would rather not be fairies and go down to earth to accompany Dong Yong; Cangyang Gyatso could sit in the Potala Palace and become a Buddha, but he ran on the street on a snowy night to see his beloved girl. Such love may move the gods and Buddhas. If this is a kind of persistence and obsession, then is it an obsession for believers to kowtow and pray for well-being in the next life?

As the saying goes, one knows whether the water is hot or cold only after drinking it. They are the same pilgrims, just walking on different paths and heading in different directions.

Perhaps outsiders cannot judge, only those who have the same deep feelings can understand and be relieved. A traveler joked that there are three types of people who come to Focheng to travel: unemployed, heartbroken, and heartbroken.

The unemployed come to relax, the heartbroken come to feel lonely, the heartbroken come to find a direction in life. The pilgrims do not belong to these three categories, because pilgrimage is their career. They climb mountains and rivers, kowtow, and do not care about wind, rain, or hunger. They only face one direction: the Buddha is the one they love, and their souls and hearts are placed on the Buddha.

Yes, they pray for the afterlife. Maybe the afterlife is the time to enjoy life, and this life is just a necessary task. But Cangyang Gyatso prayed for this life. If it were you, would you pray for the afterlife or this life? No regrets in this life, what about the afterlife? It all depends on fate.

When I arrived at the Buddhist city, I didn't kowtow or turn the long sutras. The small building, Maji Ami, was too noisy. I turned around and left. Behind the silent crowd, white pigeons flew over the roof of the Jokhang Temple. In the distance, the mountains were majestic, clouds were flowing slowly between the mountains, and the poems of Cangyang Gyatso were also flowing slowly between the clouds.

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Feng Wuyou invited them. Yunluo and Baiqi drank tea in Focheng. There was no clear green tea. In addition to black tea, there was only milk tea. Milk tea is a mixture of black tea and milk. Different proportions and sugar content produce various types of milk tea. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Yunluo, who prefers green tea and fragrant Tieguanyin, can only order sweet tea here.

The first cup of sweet tea, at the restaurant bar on the fifth floor of Pingcuo. Sweet tea is served in a thermos. The wind is strong and the rain is heavy outside the window. It knocks on the window frame. I was still wearing short sleeves during the day, and I still feel cold with a scarf wrapped around me now. It’s just right to drink a sip of warm sweet tea. It’s almost at the bottom of the cup, and then it’s filled up again, and it adds warmth when held in my hand. It can be seen that Bai Qi is a bumpkin and has never been to such a place, but there is no emotional fluctuation in Bai Qi’s eyes. Probably for Bai Qi. After killing three level nine evolvers, he will turn around and continue to be the most humble beggar and vagrant. Fame and fortune in the world are nothing to Bai Qi. What is Bai Qi’s pursuit in life? Only he himself understands.

The second cup of sweet tea Feng Wuyou treated us to was the most appropriate place to drink Tibetan sweet tea. Guangming Teahouse was on the right side of the Jokhang Temple Square. As soon as we walked in, we saw all the Tibetan men sitting in rows drinking tea. A small cup was placed in front of each person, and the waitress who was carrying a large pot to pour sweet tea would come over and fill another cup when she saw someone put a nickel on the edge of the cup.

Yunluo sat down with the skinny Baiqi and the elegant Feng Wuyou, which was quite abrupt. There were probably few Han people who came here to drink sweet tea, except for the occasional tourists. This was where Tibetans drank tea and chatted. They gathered together and could stay for a long time over a few cups of tea. No one was rude or loud.

The sweet tea here is very authentic and just right, not too sweet, nor too astringent. Just like life, after the strong and weak, the longer it lasts is still the ordinary.

Some people get headaches when they come to Focheng, and some can't sleep at night. It is said that these are symptoms of altitude sickness. They should not go anywhere at first, and drink a cup of sweet tea at Guangming Tea House first, and they will gradually adapt. For the three heroes of Baxia, there will naturally be no such small problems. However, after drinking sweet tea, Yunluo, who did not have any altitude sickness, developed another symptom.

Yun Luo didn't eat anything for a day, but he didn't feel hungry. He didn't know whether it was because the sweet tea was too nutritious or because his brain was too excited. He couldn't remember what hunger was. It seems that sweet tea can also promote weight loss. If I have the opportunity to come with An Chuyu in the future, I will recommend it. In addition to sweet tea, there is also ginger tea, which is suitable for refreshing the brain and replenishing energy.

Bai Qi cherishes food very much. Feng Wuyou invited the guests to have dinner at Shangri-La Restaurant, and all three of them ordered ginger tea. Here, eating and drinking tea, with free Tibetan singing and dancing, naturally makes you feel more refreshed the more you drink.

Tibetan dance and singing are very relaxing, both in dancing and singing. The girls and boys should show their enthusiasm and joy in work, with smiles on their faces and happy expressions, which also infects the audience, who laugh and applaud.

Yunluo picked up the ginger tea and took a sip. Thinking of the sweet tea he had drunk before, he found it an interesting contrast. There were people working in Guangming Teahouse, while the singing and dancing here were showing the scenes of labor. Whether there or here, it seemed like a grand ceremony was being staged. Time was short and he was unable to taste any Tibetan delicacies, but the sweet tea event was refreshing.

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After resting, Yunluo, Baiqi, and Feng Wuyou entered the Potala Palace to scout the area closely, preparing to kill the ninth-level evolver. When the three of them climbed halfway up the hill, they found that the Potala Palace was a good place to have a bird's eye view of the entire Buddhist city. The view was wide, the sky was high, and the clouds were lazily lying on the side of the mountain. The mountain had a large drop in elevation, which was different from the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, and was desolate and rough.

The entire Buddhist city lies at the foot of the palace. The domineering momentum of the Potala Palace can only be discovered halfway up the mountain. The people who built the palace were indeed far-sighted. It was located on a mountain that is higher than the surrounding terrain, overlooking all living things, giving people a sense of being separated from the world. Practicing here will indeed make people feel that heaven is very close and the world is very far away.

No wonder that ninth-level evolver Ba Xia had stayed here for many years. If he had not been involved with the tenth-level existence from foreign countries, he would not have been involved in the killing of monks. It can only be said that it was fate and time, and it was not something that could be controlled by humans.

As we approached the dark and winding hall, the world seemed further away, but the gold was very close. The gold here numbered in the thousands, representing not wealth but the supreme glory of the deceased Dalai Lamas. The heavier the gold, the greater the glory. Countless believers had bowed down before the golden stupa.

As he walked around, Yun Luo discovered that there were several places in the Potala Palace displaying artifacts related to emperors of previous dynasties or introductions to visiting officials. He could smell a bit of politics from here.

But the pilgrims didn't care about these things. No matter they were men, women, young or old, they would worship the Buddha statues and pour ghee on the oil lamps. Their faces were covered with the highland red as sung in the song. They looked focused and muttered to themselves. Yun Luo really wanted to know if this was the secret prayer that was not passed on to outsiders.

Ghee has a special smell that makes people feel full. No wonder most of the practitioners are skinny. Staying in this temple for a few more days is like fasting.

We have finished the tour of the Potala and are outside in a blink of an eye. We are already at the back hill of the Potala. The back hill is not as magnificent as the front hill observation deck, but it is equally spacious and a good place to relax and look far away.

Yun Luo silently exchanged a glance with Feng Wuyou and Bai Qi, and confirmed that the newly promoted ninth-level master was indeed still somewhere in the Potala Palace. He then looked away as if nothing had happened and continued to travel leisurely, just like an ordinary tourist.

After going down the mountain and turning to the front of the palace, I found many Tibetans prostrating themselves. One of them was lying flat on the ground, her whole body prostrated, but her clothes were very clean. She lay there for a long time without getting up, as if she was listening to the heartbeat of the earth, or talking to something deep in the earth.

It is difficult to judge whether she had traveled through mountains and rivers, experienced hardships and kowtowed all the way to get here, or whether she came here to pay her respects. At this moment, is her heart extremely calm, or is it beating very fast?

Yunluo is willing to have such piety and concentration, to devote himself to doing something, or to love someone, even if it requires a lot of difficulties and courage. Unfortunately, Yunluo is involved with too many girls.

Although the scenery on the hillside of the Potala Palace shocked his nerves and the story of Tsangyang Gyatso moved his soul, at this moment, he felt like a pilgrim. However, at the foot of the Potala Palace where he should have felt his heartbeat, Yunluo's heart was still beating slowly.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Looking up, I feel that the Potala Palace is worth visiting: for the scenery on the hillside and for the beautiful and affectionate story. Under the scorching sun, the Potala Palace is whiter and more shining than the one I saw at dusk.

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When night fell, the Potala Palace looked like a lurking dragon. The wind was howling, dark clouds covered the starry sky, and there was no moon.

The first level nine evolver died from the assassination of the three heroes, and died without any preparation. The second level nine being could not have been unaware that the three heroes of Baxia would come to kill him, so he was prepared and assassination was no longer the first choice.

The fluctuations of true energy soared into the sky. The invisible blood shadow Bai Qi, the sixth-level peak evolver, grew a pair of fiery red metal wings behind him. The metal wings flapped and carried Bai Qi into the air. With his right hand raised high, a two-meter-long bright red spear condensed out, and the top secret martial art of Fire Seed Demon True Solution was unleashed at full power without reservation.

That was the most terrifying red lotus of purgatory. Bai Qi raised his spear, and countless true energy and mental power gathered, shining brightly in the night sky. It was a bright red light, the light of death. But the strange thing was that no monk in the entire Potala Palace saw this scene.

"The Buddha said, there will be three lifetimes of calamity."

A clear male voice sounded from deep within the Potala Palace, followed by Bai Qi swinging his spear. A huge bright red spear shadow over a hundred meters long condensed and shot towards the Potala Palace with terrifying destructive power. Bai Qi spared no effort in his attack, not even caring about his own life and death. What was most terrifying was that.

Golden lotuses appeared out of thin air, tens of thousands of them emerged outside the Potala Palace. Bright red war spears whistled and collided with each other, shining brightly. The bright red flames and golden light illuminated the entire night sky!