Chapter 327 - A bowl of Good Tea (1/2)

Lin Luoran comes very early. It isn’t the peak time of visiting the Jokhang Temple, so there are only some people entering the temple for holding prayer wheels. Lin Luoran buys a ticket and enters it. The ticket seller repeatedly asks if she needs to take photos in the temple. If she needs it, she has to buy a photo ticket. When Lin Luoran sees that the photography ticket is even more expensive than the entrance tickets, she already can imagine the scenery inside the Jokhang Temple.

Ordinary tourists can be forgiven for taking photos in such holy places. However, it will be disrespectful for a cultivator like her who knows that Buddha exists to take photos in the temple.

Having entered the gate, Lin Luoran sees a courtyard that combines architectural styles of Tang, Tibetan, Nepali, and Indian. She doesn’t follow the usual tourist route, but just visits places as she likes. She is in front of a mural now. With a closer look, she finds it is a painting about the early Potala Palace, depicting the process of building the Jokhang Temple by filling the lake.

Lin Luoran enjoys the mural for a while, and then enters the hall.

The first small hall is for wors.h.i.+ping Tsongkhapa and his eight apprentices who are the followers and heirs of the Dge-lugs-pa sect.

Lin Luoran is going to enter, but an invisible light wall stops her. Alas, how can others go in and out, but only she can’t?

Lin Luoran carefully observes those who wors.h.i.+p the Buddha, and she finds that two or three of them have a white line on their heads, connecting with the Buddha. The white light spots in the ocean of consciousness occur to her at first. These people have established a connection with the Buddha by the power of faith.

These believers wors.h.i.+p them so long, so the power of faith is stronger than that in Lin Luoran’s ocean of consciousness. If you look at the whole hall, you can see that it is shrouded by a burst of white light. Does the power of faith acc.u.mulated over the years reside here?

Thinking that she is the model of the flying colorful sculptures in the ocean of consciousness, Lin Luoran understands the secret.

Now she can also be called a “fairy” and has her own Taoist field. This small hall is a Taoist field of someone else. Lin Luoran just wants to pay a visit, but there is no master to receive her. Lin Luoran suddenly doubts that she will never be able to enter temples that wors.h.i.+p the saints of Buddhism and Taoism.

Thinking this, she feels somewhat disappointed. Lin Luoran decides to go around the temple casually tosee more colorful paintings, and go back.

But when she turns around, she sees an acquaintance accompanied by several old monks and comes up slowly.

Although it is a sacred plateau, Lin Luoran seems to smell the fragrance of plantain lily.

It is the young Buddhist monk Zhixiu, but why he happens to be here?

The old monk next to him seems to be the monk of the Jokhang Temple, but Master Puji of Xiantong Temple is not among them. Now she is sure that it is Zhixiu … Lin Luoran feels that something is strange as she has better personal ability. The monks cl.u.s.ter aroundZhixiu, and the young Buddhist monk bows his head and talks with them from time to time. They look happy.

It is palpable who is in higher status.

“h.e.l.lo. Master Zhixiu.”

Lin Luoran greets him. When Zhixiu sees her, he is a little bit confused.

Although in the Jokhang Temple, people come and leave, he should still have felt the cultivator’s breath no matter how advanced Lin Luoran is now. Taoism and Buddhism are very different, so it is easier for him to notice Lin Luoran.

Thinking about this, Zhixiu whispersto the monks and they go away. And then Zhixiu comes to her alone.

“I don’t expect to see you on the plateau.” The sunlight reflects the dazzling light under the golden roof paintings of the Jokhang Temple, and the young Buddhist monk seems to step forward on that light.

Lin Luoran stops the discussion on this topic since he doesn’t say why he is here. She says solemnly, ” I haven’t thanked Master Puji last time. I should have extended my grat.i.tude.”

Zhixiu invites her to go around, and Lin Luoran agrees without hesitation.

“It is me who should thank for providing the opportunity for me go into the secular world again. Would you like a cup of b.u.t.tered tea?”

She is invited by Zhixiu who is from Wutai Mountain to drink b.u.t.tered tea at the Jokhang Temple. It is something rare , so Lin Luoran is delighted to join in.

There is a side hall after great turns which is completely free from the hustle and bustle of tourists. It may be Zhixiu’s residence, so he is very familiar with things here. He takes out a tin pot to boil tea. The tea has a musty smell. It’s so weird. Lin Luoran doesn’t know why he seems to be very popular at the Jokhang Temple will be so careless in lifestyle . How can he serve her moldy tea?