"Five hundred per day for up to ten people. If you need my help booking a tour bus or hotel, the fees will be extra."
"Sir and Madam, my price is definitely the best deal here."
The girl rubbed the corners of her clothes with her hands, looking a little embarrassed, and the high altitude red on her face became even brighter.
Judging from his accent, he is obviously not Han Chinese.
"You speak Mandarin quite well, little girl. Judging from your attire, are you from Tibet?"
"You don't look very old, so you should still be studying, right?"
Chen Xiuzhi looked at the girl and asked with a smile.
The girls wore common Tibetan and Western clothing, with agate and turquoise jewelry around their necks and wrists.
He looked to be about twenty years old and looked quite inexperienced.
"Yes ma'am, I am from western Tibet and I am currently studying tourism management at the Western Tibet University for Nationalities."
"It's the peak tourism season in western Tibet now, so all our students are here for internships."
"Don't worry, although I'm an intern, I know Lhasa's history better than a professional tour guide."
Chen Xiuzhi smiled and nodded. Naturally, she would support the college students who came out for internships.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work today."
"If you have anything interesting here, take us to see it."
The girl immediately smiled happily and took Jiang Yunshan, Chen Xiuzhi and others to the tour guide channel to queue up.
Soon we entered the Potala Palace, the palace printed on the fifty-yuan Chinese currency.
Jiang Yunshan, Chen Xiuzhi and others all felt very curious. They saw some people on the Internet saying that the outer walls of the Potala Palace were sweet.
Because the white substance on top is all made of milk paste.
Jiang Yunshan and Chen Xiuzhi came to the wall curiously. Their powerful five senses allowed them to easily distinguish the ingredients inside.
You know what, there is really milk on this wall. It's such a big palace wall.
All covered with milk and sugar, what a luxury.
It is forbidden to take photos, wear hats, skirts, high heels, etc. in the inner hall.
Anyway, there are a lot of rules, so Jiang Yunshan and others entered the inner hall.
The tour guide followed the group and enthusiastically introduced the relevant attractions along the way.
The roads inside the Potala Palace are very narrow and dark, and are filled with Buddha statues of various sizes.
What’s exaggerated is that there is a merit box in front of almost every Buddha statue, and they are all filled to the brim.
What’s even more exaggerated is that there are several large snakeskin bags next to the donation box, which are filled with banknotes.
Outside some tall Buddha statues that are fenced off, there is no place to donate money.
Tourists stuffed money into the railings, and a gust of wind blew across the square.
You can see banknotes rolling on the ground. Only when Jiang Yunshan, Chen Xiuzhi and others came here did they truly see what incense money meant.
Compared with the temples here, the temples in central China are simply dwarfed.
It was even more exaggerated when we entered the main hall. Both sides of the tall Buddha statue were filled with pure silver incense oil basins.
There are also Buddha statues made of pure gold, and the room is filled with various gold objects.
The tour guide said that all the gold artifacts were donated by the people in western Tibet.
"Yangla, are the people here rich?"
Chen Xiuzhi couldn't help but ask curiously.
"It's not that we're particularly rich, but if we had money, we would exchange it for gold, silver, and agate."
"There are also a series of state subsidies, and Buddha statues are built in the Potala Palace every year."
"People donate gold and silver to show their piety to the Buddha and pray for his blessing..."
When Miss Yangla said these words, her expression was very pious, and her eyes were shining as she looked at the tall Buddha statue.
"Young lady Yangla, give all your money to the Buddha."
“What if I get sick, have no food, and need money?”
Chen Xiuzhi couldn't understand the beliefs of the Tibetans in western Tibet. Why would they rather starve and freeze, eat coarse food, and donate all their money to the temple?
"No, Buddha will bless us."
"The disease will heal, and there will be food. This is how we in Tibet have always gotten through it."
Everyone looked at the little girl deeply, and a few words popped up in their minds at the same time: this girl is seriously ill.
After hearing what Yangla said, Chen Xiuzhi was too lazy to investigate further.
Never try to awaken a fanatic, because you will never be able to do so.
The following visits were mostly to Buddha statues and other things.
After becoming foundation-building monks, they no longer believe in any gods or Buddhas.
So we were all not in high spirits and finished touring the Potala Palace at 11 o'clock in the morning.
Jiang Yunshan and others came to the Jokhang Temple Square to taste the local food.
"Sister Jiang, you guys must be hungry. I know a local restaurant that's really delicious."
"The price is right and the materials are authentic. You will definitely like it."
When they arrived at the square, it was almost time for dinner, so Yangla immediately said.
"Really? I'm a little hungry."
“When you come to western Tibet, you naturally have to taste the local food.”
"Yangla, lead the way. Let's go and try it."
Yangla nodded and immediately took Jiang Yunshan, Chen Xiuzhi and several other tourists with him, and walked towards the edge of the Jokhang Temple Square.
Walk into the path and into the alley, turn left and right and pass through the courtyards of several local residents.
On the way, you can also see local elderly people in western Tibet sitting in the corner, turning the prayer wheels in their hands.
His wrinkled skin was covered in age spots and had a red, oily sheen.
Just like the beads that an old man keeps fiddling with in his hands, his whole body is covered with patina.
When Jiang Yunshan passed by the old man, the old man, who looked like a monk in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.
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