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Chapter 59 Potala Palace ([-])

The next day, Cheng Jia got up a bit late, and she started packing after Gao Zhan came back from a walk. They were going to revisit the Potala Palace today.

Cheng Jia kept humming: "Back to LS, back to Potala, back to LS..."

When Gao Zhan heard this, he couldn't help sighing: "Honey, you've always been in a good mood when you came to LS!"

Cheng Jia jumped over, hugged his neck, kissed him mischievously, and said:
"Your beard is not shaved clean, it's a bit prickly, I'll shave it for you!"

Gao Zhan hugged Cheng Jia with a smile, and pushed her down on the bed.

"What are you scratching it for?"

Then he rubbed his chin against Cheng Jia's face, Cheng Jia smiled and avoided, Gao Zhan refused to let go.Cheng Jia couldn't take it anymore, so she scratched Gao Zhan's itch, and Gao Zhan fought back, and the two laughed and quarreled...

Cheng Jia was really exhausted and began to beg for mercy:
"Honey, please forgive me! My face hurts, and my stomach hurts too! Please let me go!"

Gao Zhan lifted up her clothes and began to focus on her attack.

"I've been busy for a long time. If you say you'll forgive me, you'll forgive me? Wait until I finish receiving the benefits!"

Cheng Jia shouted: "Gao Zhan! Stop! Ah~"

They played around for a while, Cheng Jia was completely powerless to fight back, and Gao Zhan let her go.

He made a cup of milk powder for Cheng Jia, watched her drink it, then gently kissed off the remaining milk powder on her mouth, making exaggerated pouts.

"It's so fragrant!"

Cheng Jia glared at him: "Pervert!"

It was a while before they set off.

Cheng Jia is wearing a khaki floral dress and a super big hat today. She has long hair reaching her waist and a graceful figure, just like a blooming Gesang flower.

Gao Zhan is also wearing a casual suit, wearing a sun hat and sunglasses. He is tall and tall. This outfit looks very hormonal and very chic.

When they got off the RV, there were two young girls looking at Gao Zhan, and Gao Zhan smiled at them.

Cheng Jia immediately became angry, and she said very bitterly: "It's a dog who can't change eating shit! If you don't change your country, you can't change your nature!"

"What did you say? Cheng Jia!"

Gao Zhan wondered if he heard it wrong, Cheng Jia seemed to be scolding him.

Cheng Jia grabbed the hat, fearing that it would be blown off by the wind, she looked angry, ignored Gao Zhan, and walked straight forward.

Gao Zhan catches up and hugs Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia threw him away.

"leave me alone!"

"what happened?"

Looking at Cheng Jia again, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"There's nothing to say to a male animal like you! Biologically speaking, the male instinct is to have as many offspring as possible, so your flirting behavior like yours should be explained as primitive instinct!
—I forgive you! "

Gao Zhan suddenly realized that Cheng Jia was jealous.

"The girls looked at me, and I just responded politely! I didn't even look at whether they were round or flat!"

Cheng Jia raised her eyebrows in displeasure: "Which is round or flat?"

Gao Zhan was stunned immediately, and after a while, he popped out a word: "face".

Cheng Jia said viciously: "I think you are shameless! Or round or flat? Really!"

Gao Zhan smiled helplessly, caught up with Cheng Jia who was walking away quickly, and hugged her from behind.

"If you're not happy, I won't do it anymore! Don't be angry! No one is better than my wife! You're not pretty when you're angry!"

He hugged Cheng Jia around, then pouted to kiss her.

There were a lot of tourists and pedestrians in the square, Cheng Jia was a little embarrassed and pulled Gao Zhan's hand on her waist.

"Let go, Gao Zhan! You have no shame and I still have it!"

"Then tell me you're not angry anymore!"

"Okay, I'm not angry anymore!"

Gao Zhan let go of Cheng Jia, and as soon as Cheng Jia was free, he immediately stepped on Gao Zhan severely, and then ran away.

Gao Zhan suffered from pain and followed behind in a panic.

After crossing the road, I saw Tibetans worshiping towards the Potala Palace.

Cheng Jia also knelt down, and Gao Zhan stood behind her, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head in worship.

The Potala Palace is a holy place for Tibetans and a holy place for Buddhism.

Cheng Jia has always felt that worshiping the Potala Palace is actually worshiping oneself, because any belief starts with the self. You don’t need to be a believer, but on the road of life, we always have to establish our own beliefs, and then slowly grow in life. Practice slowly, just like Wang Yangming, a master of mind science, said - "Practice through things", life is the best way.

After a while, Gao Zhan helped Cheng Jia who was still praying.

"Let's go! The sun will be very strong in a while!"

Cheng Jia got up, Gao Zhan bent down and patted her skirt, and walked towards the entrance holding Cheng Jia's hand.

Cheng Jia has visited the Potala Palace many times, and each time the feeling is different. This ancient palace has a kind of magical power. It has a thousand faces and ten thousand flavors. Different give you a different experience.

When Cheng Jia came this time, she felt mixed feelings, overflowing with sadness.

They walked up step by step, and the red and white palaces in front of them were like young girls embracing each other standing in the sky, or like a couple sitting solemnly, examining, staring and waiting. Watching every child who approached it.

The Potala Palace is also a sacred place in Cheng Jia's heart. Every mottled stone step, every inch of paint on the wall, and every weed on the roadside here are condensed by people's beliefs, which are sacred and inviolable.

She looked at the people beside her who were keen to take pictures, and sighed in her heart.A nation, a period of history, a religion, how can the inheritance of thousands of years be appreciated and experienced like a horse-watching tour?
If you want the scenery to impress you, you must first be impressed by it, understand it, and identify with it. Only after you have resonated with it can you connect with each other and get its magical inspiration. Cheng Jia doesn’t know if this is called "Heaven and man are one", but she thinks it is!
They climbed up in one go, and no one spoke.

Cheng Jia was a little out of breath, she loosened the scarf around her neck, bent over and panted.

Gao Zhan tidied her up and covered her exposed neck for fear that she would get sunburned.

When Cheng Jia turned her head, half of LS came into view, and it was still familiar: the houses were scattered orderly, surrounded by smoke - LS is a gorgeous city, colorful all day long.

Gao Zhan took her and continued to walk up, and they came to the White House.

The paint on the exterior wall of the White House is filled with milk donated by Tibetans, Tibetan secret medicine, honey and other substances, making it white all year round.

Cheng Jia didn't dare to touch it with her hands, but looked at it carefully. Every trace and every texture on it was the condensation of hard work and faith.

Gao Zhan said: "There is no other building in the world like the Potala Palace, which is worshiped by thousands of believers and carefully protected. Any soul will unconsciously feel humble in front of it!"

Cheng Jia said with a smile: "It is said that there is an entrance to Shangra here, and I think the entrance is in my heart."

They continued to go up, looking at murals and buildings.

There are many unsolved mysteries in the Potala Palace. Gao Zhan told her that he had personally seen an eminent monk holding a human skull pendant smaller than a fist, which was made by their special secret method.Cheng Jia didn't see it with her own eyes. She believed what Gao Zhan said was true, but no one could tell if it was a human skull or not.But there are real human skin and bone products.

Cheng Jia had seen the instruments of torture underground in the Potala Palace. Among them were iron hooks that pulled people's collarbone. When Cheng Jia saw it for the first time, his hairs stood on his head. What did it feel like such a big hook penetrated into the flesh?Just thinking about it is scary.Perhaps the Tibetan ancestors paid too much attention to the afterlife and the soul, so it was extremely cruel to regard the body as sinful?

Gao Zhan and the others did not line up to go to the "highest toilet in the world" because they have all been there. Cheng Jia has a psychological barrier to go to the toilet in such a sacred place.

She leaned close to Gao Zhan's ear and asked him:

"Did you have a good time going to the toilet here?"

Gao Zhan didn't understand what he meant and hesitated for a while.Then he leaned into her ear and whispered:

"Urine pours down like a fountain! Only you can know my majestic momentum!"

Cheng Jia patted him hard on the back, making a loud noise, which attracted the attention of others.

Gao Zhan smiled badly, put his arms around Cheng Jia's waist, and continued:
"Look at you, you don't pay attention to your image in public. It's a pity that you are so beautiful. Look at those two foreign boys over there. They were peeking at you just now, and now they are scared away!"

Cheng Jia glanced sideways at Gao Zhan, and said sarcastically:

"People look at the scenery! Do you think everyone is like you, open your eyes with malicious intentions, and look around where is round and where is flat?"

Gao Zhan was not happy: "You are getting more and more stingy now, you can't stop talking about one sentence, I mean their faces, what are you thinking?"

Cheng Jia said, "I'm also talking about face? Then what do you think I said?"

Then he patted Gao Zhan's arm around her and continued to walk forward.

After walking for a while, she wanted to take a picture of the palace on the road, so she lay down on the ground.Gao Zhan was afraid that others would step on her, so he stood in front to protect her.

"Cheng Jia, get up! This is so indecent, like a yak in a costume!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Cheng Jia's long hair that had been swept to the ground, and waited helplessly for Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia got up.

"You're a yak! Dogs can't spit out ivory, so how do you look at me today?"

Gao Zhan laughed, "I think you are pleasing to the eye!"

Cheng Jia looked at him, "Aren't I still a yak just now?"

They entered the Red Palace while arguing, and both of them fell silent.

In the past, Gao Zhan gave Cheng Jia a talisman, and it was here that he asked for it.The monks regularly change the cassocks on the Buddha statues, and the replaced ones will be made into amulets for those who are destined to ask for them.

Cheng Jia didn't know how Gao Zhan asked for it, and whether he cast some spell, which is why she became more and more infatuated with him.

Cheng Jia looked back at Gao Zhan: his eyes were piercing, and his whole body was in high spirits!
Cheng Jia thought, the relationship between people is really wonderful. They were born in different places, one is a "gold digger" in Jiangsu, and the other is a "frustrated girl" in Northeast China. fate.This is called Fated Thousands of Miles!Everything is already predetermined in the dark.

Gao Zhan added butter to the lamps in front of the Buddha. The butter lamps here are immortal for thousands of years. They are all donated by believers. Faith gives life to this building, and architecture guides people's souls.

Today, when the Lama was sending out rice, Cheng Jia also went to ask for some.The rice here is of great significance.Cheng Jia firmly believes that the Potala Palace has magical powers.In the past, every time she came, she would cry in front of the Buddha statue. There were countless grievances and confusion in her heart. Every time she cried, her heart became clearer, as if the tears had used some kind of divine power to cleanse her soul.

Gao Zhan puts the rice that Cheng Jia brought back carefully into his pocket, and thinks she is very cute.Those big eyes shone brightly in the somewhat dim palace, like a small lantern.Gao Zhan doesn't want to seek afterlife, he thinks that meeting Cheng Jia in this life is the best thing, and Cheng Jia is everything to him and all his sustenance.My love for her has not diminished in the slightest because of time, but has become stronger and stronger, just like the white paint of the Potala Palace, no matter how many vicissitudes it has experienced, it is still fresh with time.

(End of this chapter)