As time went by, Zhao Hanyun finally ended his life on the train. It was too uncomfortable. Zhao Hanyun was used to the living environment full of spiritual energy, and being on this train was a huge deviation from Zhao Hanyun's imagination.
"I thought I could hold on!" Zhao Hanyun was talking to the little ball in his backpack. Of course, they were communicating through their minds. Otherwise, if people saw a good-looking girl standing on the side of the road talking to herself, they would probably think she was someone who escaped from a mental hospital!
Although there were not many people on the train, Zhao Hanyun originally thought that the air on the train would be better. Indeed, the air on the train was not bad at the beginning, but it could not withstand the long journey of several days. From the next day, Zhao Hanyun began to live in an environment full of the smell of instant noodles mixed with foot odor and sweat. If she had not been sitting in the same carriage with others this time, she would have hidden herself in the space long ago.
Fortunately, Zhao Hanyun has gotten off the car. Although the scenery that comes into view is not eye-catching, the grandeur and solemnity exuded by the buildings are so eye-catching that she really wants to go and see them.
"Okay, it's decided. Let's go there first." Zhao Hanyun waved his hand and strode forward in the direction he pointed.
As Zhao Hanyun advanced, the buildings before him gradually became clearer. Built against the mountainside, the buildings overlapped, the halls towering and majestic, appearing to emerge from nowhere and piercing the heavens. Solid, thick granite walls, a broad, flat, white grass collar, a resplendent golden roof, and a strikingly decorative, giant gilded vase, towers, and prayer flags complemented each other brilliantly. The striking contrast of red, white, and yellow, and the architectural forms of the sections and layers, all embody the captivating characteristics of ancient Tibetan architecture. This is an outstanding example of Tibetan architecture and a quintessence of Chinese ancient architecture: the Potala Palace!
"Xiao Yunyun, I heard there are a lot of lamas here." The little ball lay in Zhao Hanyun's arms, curled up into a small ball, looking at the red and white house in front of him, and said to Zhao Hanyun with some concern: "Will I be captured by the monks like in the Legend of the White Snake?"
Zhao Hanyun, who had been moving forward steadily, slipped and nearly fell. He rudely hit the small ball with a chestnut: "You think too much! The white snake is a demon, and it was locked up by the monks because it wanted to marry and fall in love with a human. As for the monks now, I don't know if anyone can recognize you. Besides, you are a divine beast, what are you afraid of!"
"I was just asking, why are you hitting me again?" The little ball rubbed his head and muttered, "If I really become stupid, it's because of you. Hitting my head all day long will make me stupid!"
"Then let's go to a different place next time?" Zhao Hanyun pointed at the little ball's plump butt and said with a smile, "How about here? There's lots of meat and thick skin."
The frightened little ball quickly covered its butt with its little paws. It was so pitiful to have an owner who had a brain tic from time to time! Its innocence was almost ruined!
Zhao Hanyun was speechless as he watched the little ball with a face full of drama. He continued to walk forward. Along the way, Zhao Hanyun saw many people kneeling every three steps. They usually chanted the six-syllable mantra while clasping their hands together and raising them above their heads. Then they took a step. They continued to clasp their hands together, moved them in front of them, and took another step. They clasped their hands together and moved them to their chests. On the third step, they moved their hands away from their chests, parallel to the ground, and prostrated themselves with their palms facing down. They touched the ground with their knees first, then with their whole bodies, lightly tapping their foreheads. They stood up and began to move forward again. During this process, they chanted the six-syllable mantra continuously with their mouths and hands. Then they repeated the process over and over again.
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