Wang Jingzhe was also mixed in the prayer team of Jokhang Temple. He didn't necessarily need any prayers, but he just wanted to pay tribute to this living Buddha. There are not too many people in this world who are famous and famous, but this person in Jokhang Temple is definitely the real 12th Panchen Lama Living Buddha, the first in Tibetan area and officially certified.

In terms of mystery, the Zhaxi Jiangze in the Bon Temple under Tiankeng is definitely the most mysterious. But if you want to be famous, you have to be this one. The living Buddha is admired by thousands of people in the Tibetan area.

Wang Jingzhe was surrounded by a group of young college students who came to travel to Sa Sa. He was full of vitality and youth. Wang Jingzhe, who was about the same age as them, looked a little old-fashioned among these people, and had a cunning face that was not commensurate with his age. He was old and mature.

Time has wasted his life, and his annual rings are full of vicissitudes.

"I want to ask the master to give me a favor. I like Senior Bai Jia, and I hope the master can match us with a pair." A girl with a fancy face and a pretty qualified appearance said with careful longing in her eyes.

"Can you be more low-key? The master is a living Buddha, not a moonlighter, and praying for you is not a matchmaker. It is okay to ask for some health and good luck for yourself. As for wasting your blessings on men and women's affairs?" The companion next to the idiot girl smiled and squeezed her.

"Then I don't care, I'll want Senior Bai, Alas? Xiao Mimi, what blessing do you ask for?"

The woman next to her pondered and said, "I want Senior Bai too..."

"Haha, look at your slutty look. He was just pretending to be serious, but he turned out to be ill intentions."

"Oh, can anyone live in this place? Who makes Bai Jia look so beautiful? Who doesn't want to take a bite?" The two girls' unscrupulous jokes attracted a group of people next to them to burst into laughter. Wang Jingzhe stood in the team and couldn't help but sigh, "It's so good to be young."

In fact, he is also as young as he is, but his life and experience do not have the vitality that he should have. As a modern person, Wang Jingzhe may have lived a life that is irrelevant to most of his peers. He has neither gone to school nor worked, nor has he had companions of similar age. Undoubtedly, his life [     www.biqugex.biz] has a lot of colors missing.

"Everyone has their own way of living, why force it?" This is a sentence that Wang Jingzhe comforted himself.

The blessing team was not too fast, because there were too many people and they were slowly moving forward. The young men and women next to them were a little anxious. Some people said that the blessings of the Living Buddha were limited by time, and they were not here all day long, otherwise hundreds or thousands of people would have vomited blood.

After waiting for a while, after Wang Jingzhe moved a distance with the team, he saw the 12th Panchen Lama Living Buddha from afar. A middle-aged man leaned forward, and the living Buddha was touching his head.

The 12th Master Panchen Lady was unimaginably young, about thirty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark skin, and very ordinary appearance. There was no feeling that you could find him in the crowd at a glance. If he hadn't been wearing yellow shoulders and monk's robe, it would be hard for you to imagine that such an ordinary young man would be the 12th Panchen Lady Lady.

It seemed as if someone was looking at him. The Panchen Lama raised his head and fell on Wang Jingzhe's body among the thousands of people. Then he nodded, and Wang Jingzhe also nodded lightly.

Just because I looked at you one more time in the crowd.

Not long after, the blessing activity of Jokhang Temple ended today. The believers had nothing to disappoint. For them, there would still be a chance in the future. It would not be difficult to come to Jokhang Temple to make pilgrimage once or twice.

But for those who come here to travel, it is really disappointing that they have not been touched by the living Buddha's head, because they may only come to this time in their lifetime to pull Sa.

A lama politely told everyone in the crowd that the blessing of the Living Buddha was over today, and everyone was asked to go back. Wang Jingzhe was also mixed in the team and wanted to withdraw slowly. At this time, the lama suddenly walked over quickly and said something to Wang Jingzhe.

"The Living Buddha said, please stay."

Wang Jingzhe didn't find anything surprised. After all, the two of them met in the crowd. It was not uncommon for the other party to see the tricks of him as a living Buddha.

Wang Jingzhe thanked him, followed the lama into the Jokhang Temple and went to the wing room behind.

In the room, there was only the Panchen Lama Living Buddha. When he saw Wang Jingzhe, he stretched out his palm to signal the other party to sit down.

"My name is Luosang Danzhu"

"Wang Jingzhe"

After a brief introduction, the living Buddha said: "The donor is ill."

Wang Jingzhe nodded in surprise at all and said, "Master, can you solve your doubts?"

The living Buddha shook his head, but Wang Jingzhe was still not surprised.

"Death is just another way of rebirth. The donor doesn't have to worry about it. Rebirth is still you, it's just reincarnation..."

Wang Jingzhe laughed in his heart, and felt a little sad, "You really don't feel hurt when you stand and speak, and you don't make plans for each other. Your Tibetan Buddhism style won't work for me."

You advocate reincarnation and rebirth.

And I just want to live well in the present.

Not only me, but also Wang Xianzhi, Wang Dongzhi, Wang Fengrao, and that little grass.

They and I both think about the present.

Wang Jingzhe suddenly lost the intention of meeting the living Buddha. As for blessings, he was naturally even less interested. There was no blessing to solve his problems, so it didn't matter whether he gave it or not.

Just as Wang Jingzhe wanted to get up and say goodbye, just when his butt was moved away from the chair, Luo Sang Danzhu spoke again.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Wang Jingzhe returned to the chair, and he sat quite firmly.

"There was a donor who once calculated my reincarnation..." The living Buddha said calmly: "Although we don't care about human feelings, maybe my practice is not enough. I always feel that I owe something, it just so happens that you are related to that donor."

Wang Jingzhe suddenly felt a very strange feeling. He felt that the lamas in Tibetan areas were much better than those in mainland China. The monks in the Middle Land especially liked to practice Zen when they were old and young. Every sentence was like a mystery before they could show their profound Buddhist teachings.

In this regard, Tibetan Buddhism is better. Look at this Panchen Lama, he speaks easily and easily understands what he says, concisely and does not have any Zen at all.

Only by communicating like this can you not be tired!
Chapter completed!