Chapter 327: Really a bowl of good tea!

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Lin Luoran came very early, but not at the peak time of the Jokhang Temple visit. Only the passing people flowed into the temple. She bought a ticket and followed in. The person who sold the ticket repeatedly asked her if she needed photography after entering. If she wanted to take a photo, she would have to make a photo ticket. Lin Luoran looked at the photo ticket more expensive than the martial art. The scenery inside the Jokhang Temple is evident.
However, the Buddhist holy places can come to watch it. The ordinary tourists will not say it. The monks like her know that the Buddha is not false and they have to take pictures in the temple. It is too disrespectful.
Entering the gate, this collection of Tang, Tibetan, Nepalese and Indian architectural styles of the courtyard, jumped into the eyes of Lin Luoran. She did not follow the established tourist route, stopped and stopped, did not know how to transfer to a mural before, a closer look, painted the appearance of the early Potala Palace, and the construction of the Jokhang Temple in the past scene.
Lin Luoran appreciated it and turned into the hall.
The first small hall dedicated to Tsongkhapa and his eight disciples, this is the promotion of the Yellow Church.
Lin Luoran lifted his foot and prepared to enter, but was stopped by an invisible light curtain. Hey, how do people get in and out as usual, only she can't go in?
Lin Luoran carefully observed those who prayed for Buddha, and occasionally two or three of them had a white line attached to the Buddha statue. She first thought of the white light spots in the sea - this is the belief that the connection has been established. Force!
These believers have been worshipping for a long time, and the power of faith is not the same as that of Lin Luoran’s understanding of the mottled light in the sea. After looking at the entire hall, they are shrouded in white light. It’s the power of faith gathered in these years. Here?
I thought of the colorful paintings in the sea that I used to model myself. Lin Luoran’s thoughts changed and I understood the mystery.
She is now also wearing a name of a light pole commander, and has her own dojo. This hall is also a dojo of others. Now that the Buddha disappears, she just wants to come to visit, and no master comes to respond to her— - Lin Luoran suddenly thought of a possibility, probably she would not be able to enter the temple dedicated to Buddhism and Taoism.
When I think about it, some disappointment, Lin Luoran thought about simply turning around in the temple to see the colorful paintings and going home.
As soon as she turned around and saw the cloister, an acquaintance who had had a relationship with her was accompanied by several old monks and came slowly.
This is clearly a plateau holy land, and Lin Luoran feels the smell of the jade flower.
Xiao Sha Mi Zhixiu, how did he happen to be here?
The old monk around him is like a monk from the Jokhang Temple. The Puji Master of Xiantong Temple is not among them. It’s Zhixiu... Lin Luoran is not the same as before. He has already felt that something is wrong. The monks will be surrounded by wisdom, and Xiao Shami will bow down and say a few words from time to time. The old ladies will show their joy.
Who is respectful, at a glance.
"Chih-Hyun Master."
Lin Luoran greeted him with a voice, and Zhixuan looked at him. When he saw Lin Luoran, he seemed to be confused.
The people of the Jokhang Temple come and go, and they will not let him feel the atmosphere of the monks. No matter how refined Lin Luoran is, the Buddha is different and should be more conspicuous.
Zhixiu thought this way, but he whispered a few words with a few old ladies, and the people dispersed, and Zhixiu came alone.
"I didn't expect to see Lin Jushi on the plateau." The sun reflected the dazzling light under the golden dome painting of the Jokhang Temple. The action of the small shame was like stepping on the light and shadow.
Lin Luoran saw that he didn't say why he was here, and he didn't mention this topic. She said: "The last time, I haven't personally thanked Puji Master, it is a rude girl."
Zhixiu invited her to go to the temple to turn around, Lin Luoran from the good.
"It is Lin Jushi who provided the opportunity for Buddhism to re-enter the WTO. It is a small rumor that Xie Cai is right. The layman does not disregard it. Drink a cup of butter tea with Xiao Yan."
The young master of Wutai Mountain asked himself to drink butter tea in the Jokhang Temple in Tibet? This is a fresh treatment, Lin Luoran is not tempted, and is happy to go.
Seven turns and eight turns came to a partial hall, separating all the tourists' shackles. It may be the residence of Zhixiu. He is very familiar with the things here. He took out the tea from Xiaoxi Lake, and Lin Luoran surprised and took out. The tea has a musty smell. Somewhat strange, look at his appearance, very popular in the Jokhang Temple, how to use such carelessness in life, and some people take the moldy tea to him?
When I think that these moldy teas may have to enter my mouth, Lin Luoran has a faint headache. She thought a few words without showing off, indicating that she could provide tea, but Zhixiu laughed:
"Does Lin Gu Shi feel that the tea is moldy, is this Jokhang Temple hospitality?"
Lin Luoran shook her head, she has not been so shallow.
It was only Zhixiu’s words, but also refused her to provide tea. Lin Luoran no longer insisted, quietly watching Zhixiu brewing tea on a small coal stove, and the delicate Xiaoya was touched by the ash, but he did not care. .
There is no such thing as the elegance of Meilan Zhuju. The Zhixiu, which is like the jade flower, is also contaminated with dust. Lin Luoran saw this scene and desperately wanted the advanced heart, but gradually calmed down.
After a long cooking, the moldy tea leaves have no smell, only the rich tea fragrance, Lin Luoran with a bit of surprise, see Zhixiu only take the tea into the bamboo tube, add the block of ghee, and slowly with the tea Hit, and with the action, put a little bit of salt.
The skillful and restful movements, the wide sleeves of the sashes move slowly with the movements, so that all of them are full of the sense of fit and flow. At first glance, they are familiar with the butter tea, and I don’t know when he came to the Jokhang Temple. How long is the tea. After coming over for a while, Zhixiu finally stopped the action and took a bowl to Lin Luoran.
A bowl of hot tea drove the chill of the Lhasa morning. Lin Luoran felt that the mind was quiet, his hands and feet were warm, his palms were even sweating slightly, and then looking at the temple, even the rusty copper lamps seemed to be full of stories.
Lin Luoran put down the wooden bowl and relished the tea for a while. He felt that he could not bear Dan for a long time. It seems that it was because of the real secular deviation.
She cultivated the world, not the world.
She thought that she was an ordinary tourist. She did not use the technique, did not use the spiritual power, and was in the sentiment. However, she asked her heart. Since she practiced, she has gone farther and farther away from the life of the mortal.
If you think about it for a long time, she will never have to rely on the fire system to make a fire. Do not rely on the water system to collect water, and do not rely on the wind to fly?
"Chih-hsien master, this is really a bowl of good tea!" Lin Luoran figured out some joints, smiled and covered his face. Say goodbye to Zhixiu, she walked slowly along the corridor, like a real ordinary person, seeing the colorful paintings will be happy, rather than taking a condescending look.
This time, she did not think about her identity as a monk, nor did she think about the power of faith and the color of the sea. Without any hindrance, she entered the temple that she could not step into.
Elegance visited the entire Jokhang Temple, and Lin Luoran was out of the gate when it was afternoon.
Her back was drowned in the tourist, on a tall building, Zhixiu Xiaosha stood at the railing, thoughtful.
"Holy..."
An old monk greeted him and didn't know what to look for.
Zhixiu shook his head. "Xiaoyu is not yet qualified to be ordained. Why do you want to call the name of the holy shrine?
The old monk is only unassuming, I don't know how to interface. I was so anxious that I also learned to transfer the topic and asked what Zhixiu was watching.
Zhixiu didn't smile, but the old man was puzzled and stared at him. The people outside the Jokhang Temple were all living, and they didn't know who caused the attention of Zhixiu.
Zhihui returned to the partial hall and picked up the wooden bowl that Lin Luoran had drunk. The shaman of Xiao Sai was somewhat confused.
"A bowl of tea can also be enlightened. It is a very embarrassing talent... However, how does it feel that when her mind is lost, there is a wave of faith in her body? Is it not that the Buddha does not communicate with each other? What is the use of the repairer..."
The sky is gradually darkening, and there is no sound in the temple. The temperature difference between the Tibetan nights was great, and he got up and closed the heavy temple door.
In Buddhism, Shami can only be regarded as a monk's reserve, but he does not know that the old man is called the "Holy", and even the monks are not counted.