Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 327: What a good bowl of tea!

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Lin Luoran arrived very early, and it was not the peak time to visit the Jokhang Temple. Only passing people flowed into the temple. She bought a ticket and followed in. The ticket seller repeatedly asked her whether she needed to take pictures after entering. If she wanted to take pictures, she had to make up a photo ticket. Lin Luoran saw that the photo ticket is actually more expensive than the martial art, which is evident in the scenery inside the Jokhang Temple.

But the Buddhist holy places, just come and observe, ordinary tourists will not say, monks like her, clearly know that the gods and Buddhas are not fake, and it is too disrespectful to take pictures in the temple.

Entering the gate, this complex of courtyards with Tang, Tibetan, Nepal and Indian architectural styles jumped into Lin Luoran's eyes. She didn't follow the established tourist route, stopped and stopped, and didn't know why, she turned to a mural, and took a closer look. It showed the appearance of the early Potala Palace and the construction of the Jokhang Temple. scene.

Lin Luoran admired it, then turned to the hall.

The first small hall is dedicated to Tsongkhapa and his eight major disciples, who are advocates of the Yellow Sect.

Lin Luoran raised his foot to enter, but was stopped by an invisible light curtain. Hey, how can others get in and out as usual, only she can't get in?

Lin Luoran carefully observed those devoutly worshipping the Buddha. Sometimes there were two or three people. There was a white line above the Buddha statue. She first thought of the white light spots in the sea of ​​consciousness—this is the connection that has been established. The power of faith!

These believers have been worshipping for a long time, and the power of faith is not the same as Lin Luoran's knowledge of the mottled light spots in the sea. When you look at the whole hall, it is enveloped by a hazy white light. It is actually the power of faith that has gathered over the years. , All here?

Thinking of the flying colored sculptures in the sea of ​​knowledge based on themselves, Lin Luoran changed his mind and understood the secret.

Now she is also wearing the name of a polished commander god, and she has her own dojo. This small hall is also a dojo of others. Now the gods and Buddhas disappeared, she just wanted to come to visit, and no master came. Responding to her—Lin Luoran suddenly thought of a possibility. Maybe in the future, she will be the same as now, and she will no longer be able to enter the temples enshrined by Buddhist, Taoist and Confucian saints?

Thinking about it this way, it was a bit disappointing. Lin Luoran thought about going back to the temple after looking at the colorful paintings

As soon as she turned around, she saw a familiar acquaintance in the corridor, accompanied by a few old monks, slowly coming.

This is obviously a holy land on the plateau, Lin Luoran felt the scent of hosta flowers in a daze.

Little novice Zhixiu, why does he happen to be here?

The old monks around him are like the monks of the Jokhang Temple, but the Puji master of Xiantong Temple is not among them. It was Zhixiu...Lin Luoran was not what it used to be, and he felt something was wrong. The monks crowded Zhixiu in the middle, and the little novice monks lowered their heads and spoke a few words with them from time to time, and the old monks showed joy.

It's clear who is respected at a glance.

"Master Zhixiu."

Lin Luoran said hello, Zhi Xiu looked sideways, and when he saw Lin Luoran, he seemed confused.

The people coming and going in the Jokhang Temple will not make him feel the breath of the monks. No matter how diligent Lin Luoran's cultivation is, the Tao and Buddhism are very different, and it should be more conspicuous.

Zhi Xiu thought this way, but he whispered a few words to a few old monks, the monks dispersed, and Zhi Xiu came by alone.

"I didn't expect to see Jushi Lin on the plateau." The sun reflected the dazzling light under the golden dome painting of the Jokhang Temple, and the little novice monk walked in like light and shadow.

Lin Luoran didn't mention this topic when he didn't say why he was here. She said with a serious face: "The last time, I haven't thanked Master Pu Ji personally. It's a rude girl."

Zhi Xiu invited her to visit the temple, and Lin Luoran followed her kindness.

"Jushi Lin provided the opportunity for the Buddha to re-enter the world. It should be the little monk who said thank you. The layman does not dislike it. Let's drink a cup of butter tea with the little monk."

The little master from Mount Wutai invites himself to drink butter tea at Jokhang Temple in Tibet? This is a new treatment, Lin Luoran is not hypocritical, and is happy to go.

Seven turns and eight turns came to a side hall, which completely separated the hustle and bustle of visitors. It may be Zhi Xiu’s residence. He was very familiar with the things here. He took out Xiaoxi Lake to make tea, and Lin Luoran was surprised. The tea that Hugh took out had a musty smell. It's a little strange. He is very polite in the Jokhang Temple. How can he carelessly spend his life? Some people give him moldy tea?

Lin Luoran had a vague headache when he thought that these moldy tea leaves might enter his mouth. She thought of a few words without showing off, indicating that she could provide tea, but Zhixiu laughed:

"Does Mr. Lin think that the tea is moldy because the Jokhang Temple did not entertain the little monks well?"

Lin Luoran shook her head, she hadn't been so simple yet.

If it was just Zhixiu, it also meant to refuse her to provide tea. Lin Luoran no longer insisted, quietly watching Zhixiu making tea on a small coal stove, the delicate little novice was stained with soot, but he I didn't care at all.

There is no such elegance as plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, and Zhixiu, like a hosta flower, is also stained with dust. Seeing this scene, Lin Luoran's heart eager to advance, gradually calmed down.

After cooking for a long time, the moldy tea leaves no longer smell, and only the strong tea fragrance remains. Lin Luoran was a little surprised. Seeing Zhixiu only took the tea and poured it into the bamboo tube, adding lumpy ghee, and tea. Slowly beat together, and then add salt little by little with the action.

Zhixiu's movements are skillful, and the wide sleeves of the monk's clothes move slowly with the movements, making everything full of a sense of harmony. At first glance, he is a skilled hand in butter tea. I don't know when he came to the Jokhang Temple. How long have made tea here. After coming over for a while, Zhixiu finally stopped his movements and poured a bowl for Lin Luoran.

A bowl of hot tea drove away the chill that Lhasa had in the morning. Lin Luoran felt calm, her hands and feet warm, and her palms were even slightly sweating. Looking at this side hall, even the rusty copper lamp seemed to be full of stories.

Lin Luoran put down the wooden bowl, and aftertastes the fragrance of tea for a while, feeling that he has been unable to form a pill for a long time. It seems that it is because of his deviation from the real world.

She cultivated into the world, not the world.

She thinks that as an ordinary tourist, she doesn't use magic or spiritual power, which means she is comprehending, but questioning her heart, since she has practiced, she has moved further and further away from the life of a mortal.

Think about it carefully. Since how long has she never relied on fire spells to make fire, water spells to gather water, and wind-proof tactics to fly?

"Master Zhixiu, this is really a good bowl of tea!" Lin Luoran figured out some joints, smiling all over his face. Saying goodbye to Xiang Zhixiu, she walked slowly down the corridor, like a real ordinary person, seeing the brightly colored paintings would be joyful, instead of 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 colored sculptures in the sea of ​​knowledge, without any hindrance, she entered the temple that she could not step into before.

Visit the entire Jokhang Temple happily, and it was already in the afternoon when Lin Luoran walked out of the gate.

Her back was drowned in the tourists, and on a tall building, the little novice monk Zhixiu stood at the railing, thoughtful.

"Holy monk..."

An old monk greeted him, not knowing what Zhixiu was watching.

Zhi Xiu shook his head, "The little monk is not yet qualified to take the ordination. Why is it called a holy monk? Xiu wants to mention it again."

The old monk is only loyal and does not know how to interface. After being impatient and learning to change the subject, he asked Zhixiu what he was looking at.

Zhi Xiu laughed, but the old monk was puzzled for a while, and stared into the distance. There are many living beings inside and outside the Jokhang Temple, and I don't know who caught Zhi Xiu's attention.

Zhi Xiu returned to the side hall and picked up the wooden bowl Lin Luoran had drunk. The little novice monk's delicate brows were a little puzzled.

"A bowl of tea can be enlightened. It's a jealous talent... But how do you feel that when she loses her mind, she has the power of faith fluctuates? Doesn't it mean that Tao and Buddhism are not connected, the monk, What's the use of carrying the Buddha's tools..."

The sky gradually darkened, and there was no sound in the side hall, and the clothes of the little novice monk Zhixiu moved without wind. There was a huge temperature difference in Tibet at night, and he got up and closed the heavy palace door.

In Buddhism, novice monks can only be regarded as monks reserve, but I don’t know that Zhixiu, who is called a "holy monk" by old monks, is not even a monk, and he has not really entered Buddhism.