Leaving those devout people far behind, Zhao Hanyun continued to walk up the steps of the Potala Palace step by step. With Zhao Hanyun's ability, he could fly up in an instant, but on these stone steps, Zhao Hanyun always felt that he was being watched. After all, this was not his territory, so it was better to be safe.
There were white walls on both sides. Zhao Hanyun walked on them and took in the scenery along the way. Because it was morning, the buildings he looked up at were bathed in golden sunlight. There were also many tour guides leading the groups and explaining along the way. Looking at the scenery in front of them, most of the tourists looked at it devoutly with awe in their eyes.
As Zhao Hanyun moved forward, he gradually saw some ochre-red things on the wall that looked like they were made of plush, and they looked like the paint on the wall had shed its skin.
"What is this?" After secretly touching it and taking a look, Zhao Hanyun was sure that this was not the wall dust he had imagined. It looked more like some kind of rotten grass.
"This is Baima grass." Just when Zhao Hanyun was about to go forward to take a closer look, a voice came from behind her. The hand that was originally stretched forward was naturally retracted. Zhao Hanyun turned around calmly and looked over. An ordinary-looking old man was looking at her with a smile. Although his clothes were very ordinary, Zhao Hanyun always felt that something was wrong.
"Uncle, please explain it to me." Although Zhao Hanyun didn't know who the person in front of her was, for her who had gone astray for some unknown reason, it was better to have someone come up and explain it to her. She didn't know what was going on with the little ball, and now she didn't say a word in her arms.
The old man smiled and said, "Baima grass is a building material for walls. It's a type of tamarisk branch. In autumn, it's sun-dried, the tips removed, and the bark peeled. Then, it's tied into fist-sized bundles with cowhide ropes and neatly piled under the eaves. It's like building another wall outside the main wall. Then, it's compacted layer by layer, secured with wooden nails, and finally dyed."
"Uncle, this is very troublesome!" Zhao Hanyun looked at the ten-story building in front of him. If he followed what the uncle said, wouldn't it mean that the Potala Palace was built to its current appearance at a cost of a lot of manpower and material resources? Such a magnificent and solemn labor result is indeed the result of the great working people!
"The manufacturing process of Baima grass is complicated, and its utilization rate is low. Ordinary people could never afford it. Therefore, it has become a symbol of social class in old Tibet." The old man nodded and admired the magnificent building with Zhao Hanyun. He said with some emotion, "This is a treasure left to us by our ancestors!"
Zhao Hanyun did not say anything, but felt it quietly. After a long time, he found that there was no sound behind him, and the old man who was behind him just now was gone.
"Little Ball, who is he?" After checking around but still finding no trace of the old man, Zhao Hanyun suddenly realized that she had not been wary of this old man from the beginning. She poked the little ball in her arms with some fear. She was glad that the person who came had no ill intentions towards her, otherwise...
The little ball, which had been silent all this time, finally spoke: "A monk, Xiao Yunyun, do you think he is here to catch me?" It didn't dare to move when the old man approached it. Although he was dressed like an ordinary person, the Buddhist nature emanating from him made it very wary. If it was not sure that this man had no ill intentions towards Xiao Yunyun, it would have fought with that man even if it meant being caught.
"Monk!"
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