Tarim Temple is located about 1,200 kilometers south of the capital. There are basically no highway mountain roads along the way, so it takes a lot of time to drive there. Before coming to pick them up, Erxiao had already purchased a lot of food and drinks, plus a tent for camping at night. The road they walked was almost uninhabited, and it was a blessing that the car had a sub-fuel tank, otherwise they would not have been able to drive to the place.

After leaving the airport, they drove all the way south. Wang Zan and Feng Zhining got into the car and started to sleep. In the afternoon, they ate a bowl of hot instant noodles and were much better. Then they changed the second little girl and drove again.

After a night, I drove on the mountain road in southern Tibet. The sunshine that fell from the distance in the morning fell on the endless snow peaks. The scenery looked very pleasant and gave people a very sacred feeling.

Second young master yawned and said speechlessly: "I can't understand why many of the temples here are built in sparsely populated places, and they are on the mountain. This is so inconvenient. Those pilgrimage believers heard that they were going to worship and some of them would take a few days to go on the road. As for? They would be exhausted to death when they arrived at the place. They were just dying. If they had to get themselves sick, they wouldn't be able to get themselves sick."

Wang Zan drove the car, holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding a cigarette with the other, shook his head and said, "The concepts are different. People here believe that the more the temple is built in a remote place, the more it is built on a high snow-capped mountain, the closer it is to the gods. At the same time, it will be more pure from the disturbances of the world. The road for believers to walk is more difficult, which also means that their hearts will be very pious."

"For example, Gaang Rinpoche has always been regarded as the center of the world. The most sacred sacred mountain in the hearts of believers has never allowed anyone to step on this snow-capped mountain, because these actions are considered to be blasphemy of the sacred mountain. After all, is it where God lives?"

The second novel said: "Anyway, it's quite difficult for me to understand. It really fits that sentence. God is always superior..."

The next day I drove, it was not too far from Tarim Temple, and there were still a few hundred kilometers left. I could reach the place before dusk.

As we got closer, there were a little more people we met along the way. These people went to Tarimus to attend the return ceremony of Master Zonggabu. Some of them drove or rode horses, but many of them went all the way by kneeling down.

The reincarnation of a living Buddha or master in a temple is very sacred and the ceremony is held is also very grand. This means that another wise man has returned to the world after reincarnation, and can also save the people from disasters and opportunities to pray for blessings.

At that time, many people and monks from other temples will come to participate. The grand occasion is unprecedentedly shocking.

At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the car drove to the foot of a snow-capped mountain. Looking at the endless mountains, the three people who were spinning felt their calves cramped. However, when they saw the Tarim Temple halfway up the mountain, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not too high.

Don’t bother these three people for not being physically strong. You should know that the altitude of their location is already over 5,000. In addition, they have been struggling for the past few days. If you climb a mountain again, half of your life will have to explain it here. The fatigue and altitude retardation are definitely very terrifying.

After a little rest, the three of them started walking up the mountain with simple luggage. At this time, there were also many people going up the mountain, all of whom were coming to participate in the ceremony of Master Zonggabu's return to the clan.

Although Tarim Temple is halfway up the mountain, it is quite difficult to get up. It took them an hour and a half to arrive on the flat ground in front of the temple. People were so tired that they were exhausted.

In front of the temple gate, the staff from the temple who came to attend the ceremony were greeted. The second little girl stepped forward and clasped her hands and said: We are friends of the three-year-old master, please give me a message.

The monk nodded and said in half-baked Mandarin: "The master has given him instructions, saying that you should have arrived recently. He is communicating with some masters in the wing room behind. You can come with me..."

The Tarim Temple is not very large in size, covering only a few hundred square meters. Originally, there were very few monks and lamas here, and all of them were only twenty or thirty. However, recently, due to major events in the temple, many temples in Tibetan areas sent people to come, which seemed a little overcrowded at this time.

Wang Zan, Feng Zhining and the Second Primary School came to the temple with the lama who led the way. They did not receive outsiders, but only provided some monks to rest. As soon as the three of them came over, they saw many people wearing monk's robes sitting in a courtyard drinking tea and talking in a low voice. Chen Sansui was among them, and from his seat and people around him, his status should be very high and highly respected.

Among these monks, there was a figure that seemed abrupt. He was about forties wearing a suit, sitting behind Chen Sansui. This was obviously a Han Chinese dress among these people, which seemed quite inappropriate.

When Gou Zi Liqiu saw Wang Zan, she was originally lying on the ground of a tree. When she saw him coming, she wagged her tail and walked over. The huge dog's head rubbed against his legs twice, almost staggering Wang Zan. Perhaps because of Wang Jingzhe, this dog had never met him twice but was quite familiar with him.

Chen Sansui waved at him and signaled Wang Zan and the others to wait. There seemed to be something left before he finished talking, so the three of them sat on the ground casually and listened to the monks talking. At first, Wang Zan did not pay attention to what they were saying, because what he felt was saying should be extremely mysterious and slight Buddhist terms. However, after listening to him unintentionally, he felt that what they said was actually understandable. These monks were talking about the cause and effect of reincarnation, which was also the most profound topic of Buddhism in Tibetan.

Wang Zan dare not say that he is proficient in this aspect, but he still knows a lot. In addition to his own experience, his father Wang Jingzhe also talks about this issue with him, and he is quite proficient in it.

As for Feng Zhining and Erxiao, they must be almost the same as the ducks. They almost fell asleep with their arms around. For them, these profound questions were almost the same as the Heavenly Book.
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