The Twelve Zodiac Guardian Gods

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When I turned back, I saw a young monk in a robe standing five meters behind me. There was no footsteps before. He seemed to appear directly there. Qi Yue looked up and down the young monk. It seems that he is almost the same age as himself, but he is not handsome, but the whole body exudes a harmonious beauty.

The young monk walked to Qi Yue’s side and stood down. His gaze also looked at the Potala Palace, which was high above him. He smiled and said: “The Potala Palace is built on the hills and the buildings overlap. It is the Winter Palace of the Lama. It is the ruling center of the old Tibetan politics and religion, and it is dedicated to the 5th and 7th to the 13th. The Lama Lingta has a total of eight. The Potala Palace houses and preserves a large number of historical relics and treasures. More than a square meter of murals, nearly a thousand stupas, tens of thousands of statues, tens of thousands of Thangka. The emperors of the Ming and Qing Dynasties gave the Lama's gold book, gold seal, jade seal and a large number of gold and silver goods, porcelain, pottery Jade articles, brocade forgings and crafts, these cultural relics are colorful and rich in subject matter. In the Potala Palace, the cultural relics in each hall are worthless."

After listening to this sentence, Qi Yue could not help but swallow a sip of water. "You mean, is there something valuable here?"

The young monk saw Qi Yue, his eyes were very calm, but the strange thoughts that made Qi Yue’s heart linger disappeared in an instant. "Here, some words cannot be casually mentioned, and I am compassionate."

Qi Yue smiled bitterly: "I didn't think about it, I just wanted to take a look."

The young monk smiled and said: "But now that the time has passed, why are you coming?"

Qi Yue scratched his head and said: "I don't know when it was time to visit. Just after the train, I saw it on the street. It seems that there is a voice that has been calling me. I am here. Religion here. The atmosphere is really strong! I saw many Tibetans worshipping on the road."

Young and awkward: "The main building of the Potala Palace is the White House and the Red Palace. The White House is the Winter Palace of the Lama, and it was once the seat of the former local government office in Tibet. It is seven stories high. The Red Palace is mainly the spirit of the Lama. The Temple of the Tower and the various Buddhist temples. The Hall of Silence is the hall of the Fifth Hall of the Lama, and the largest hall of the Potala Palace, with an area of ​​725 square meters. The inner wall is full of murals. Above the throne, the Emperor Qianlong’s Royal Book of the Emperor Qianlong’s first place was hoarded.

Qi Yue has some doubts: "Why should you tell me this? Anyway, I will not let it go now, then I am leaving."

The young monk smiled and said: "There are some things in the world that need to be understood. However, you are really not suitable to visit the Potala Palace because your heart is not pure enough. More importantly, there is no Buddha in your heart."

Qi Yue snorted and said: "No Buddha has a Buddha, can you have the final say? Can you see my heart?"

The smile on the face of the young monk disappeared, and the positive color nodded. "Yes, I can see your heart. Remember the voice that summoned you? Remember the scene of the dream? Actually, this Everything is for you to come here to meet me."

When I heard the young monk talking about his dream, Qi Yue suddenly shocked the whole body and lost his voice: "You, can you enter my dream?"

"Buddha has no phase, no shape, no me, please come with me." Said, the young monk smiled and turned to walk to the side of the street.

Although Qi Yue is very low in social status, he is also a very curious person. He listened to the young monks and said his dreams. He did not hesitate to follow up and couldn’t wait to get the doubts in his heart.

When the two went to the street one by one, the young monk stopped in front of a car. It was a large off-road vehicle. The young monk first made a gesture to Qi Yue, and then he took it on himself. Driver's seat.

"My day, this is the Lincoln navigator." If there is still a little hesitation in the past, then Qi Yue’s eagerness to wait is even more obvious. A man likes a car. Men often say that the car is their own little wife. The situation is particularly obvious in Qi Yue. Although he has no money, he is idle all day, but anyone will have a hobby, and Qi Yue’s hobby is a car, especially some famous cars in the world. He usually buys a variety of car magazines except for meals. .

Sitting on the wide seat of the Lincoln Navigator, Qi Yue’s heart is full of shock, almost a nightmare-like road: “One of the models of luxury off-road vehicles, with a length of more than five meters, the world’s largest off-road vehicle, with superb The comfort and stability, plus the engine compartment cover of up to one meter four, like the warriors in mythology, reflects a kind of domineering domineering. Is it a promising monk to be a monk? I heard that the lama can marry his wife. It seems that I am right this time."

Young and awkward: "It seems that you know the car very well!" As he said, he has started the car, the car is running smoothly, all the noise is filtered by the clever, looking out through the huge window, It seems that I am looking at Lhasa from another angle.

Qi Yue proudly said: "I certainly understand, I am an expert level, especially like off-road vehicles, this Lincoln navigator is good, but it is not my favorite, it is heavy, it is good to ride, but open It's worse. My favorite is the Gems Cayenne. Although the cross-country ability of the Cayenne is a little bit worse, the overall performance is the best. If I win the jackpot in the lottery, I must play one."

After a while, Qi Yue was surprised to find that the young monk had already driven his Lincoln pilot out of downtown Lhasa. He couldn’t help but feel nervous. "Where do you want to take me there? You won’t be special. A good person, ready to take me to a place where no one is going to seduce and kill."

The face of the young monk changed slightly and said: "I didn't expect that you would still have such awkward thoughts after seeing my Buddhist monk. It seems that you are indeed a very special person?"

Qi Yue curiously said: "What special person?"

The young monk glanced at him and said: "With your words, it can be said to be rogue, or rogue, and it is real. Amitabha, poor language. I want to take you to where I live. It is called St. Buddha, maybe you will think the name is very strange, but you can understand that there is a city in Tibet, there are two hundred and seventy kilometers from Lhasa, we have to open for about two hours, if you are tired, you can take a break. There is a leather bag around you, in the door, there is goat milk inside, enough for you to fill your hunger."

Qi Yue listened to the monks who said that they were rogue and rogue. Not only were they not ashamed, but they were somewhat proud of themselves. They smiled and picked up the skin from the door and drank it. When the young monk answered him, he had already thought about it. For himself, this young monk could not have any special purpose at all. He was not handsome and looked poor and degraded. Who would remember this? people? It would be even more ridiculous to say that it was for the 10,000 yuan in his bag. Is it a Lincoln to rob this money?

As soon as he figured it out, Qi Yue simply relaxed. Anyway, he had no specific place to go. He simply handed himself over to the young monk. When he was there, he was Qi Yue’s character. Otherwise, he would not be 19 years old. It was still swaying on the street all day long.

The taste of goat's milk is very mellow, and there are even some faint smells of sheep. But for Qi Yue, who hasn't eaten for a few days, this can definitely be described with a syrup, and it will feel comfortable when I sip a large bag in one breath. a lot of. After a sigh of relief, he drank all the remaining goat's milk. The temperature in Tibet is relatively low. After all, it is a plateau. The warm air in the car is open and there is something in the stomach. Qi Yue suddenly feels tired. Although he does not have altitude sickness, but in this comfortable luxury off-road vehicle. Still sleeping very quickly.

I don't know how long I have slept, a sound that seems to be from the deepest part of my soul will wake him up from sleep, and open the eyes of the public. Qi Yue discovered that the car has stopped, and the young monk is watching. Yourself.

"Are you there?"

"Come on, please get off." When the monks finished, they took the lead and got off the bus.

Qi Yue followed the car, compared with the warmth inside the car, the cold wind outside made him a chill.

What appeared in front of him was a huge temple. This did not surprise Qi Yue. The young monk had already said that he would take him to the place where he lived. www.novelmtl.com~ The monks naturally want to live in the temple. Qi Yue walked behind this young monk and walked into this magnificent temple.

As soon as he entered the door, Qi Yue was shocked because he actually saw the armed police who could often be seen in the capital. These armed policemen fired one by one and the police line was not far from the door. What is the place here? How can there be armed police guards?

The armed police saw the young monks, and almost bowed to him with respect and respect at the same time. The young monks smiled and nodded at them, and they walked with Qi Yue.

"How can there be an armed police here? Is there anyone in your temple who has committed something?" Qi Yue asked curiously.

Young and awkward: "Your thoughts are really novel. This is a national A-level tourist reserve. It is not new to the armed police. This temple name is called the Holy Buddha Temple in Yanhuang."

Qi Yue suddenly felt a strange atmosphere in the temple. After coming here, he found that his heart seemed to calm down a lot. "It’s a strange feeling, it seems very strange here."

The young monk looked at Qi Yue and said: "Tibet has a Tibetan culture."

The two have been walking to the temple. Because this holy Buddhist temple was built on the mountain, after climbing for a while, Qi Yue was already panting, and the breathing of the young monks was still so smooth, even the pace was no different from the beginning. ~www.novelmtl.com~Welcome to the readers to read, the latest, fastest and most popular serial works are available at ~www.novelmtl.com~