Sitting in a bumpy car, efforts eyes wide open looking out the window fairly bright sunshine, trying desperately to warm themselves into the central contraction. Domineering swoop from the dust, but fortunately the windows isolated the missing perverse, I would safely to enjoy the storm weave meaning and excitement of the journey.
When we finally arrived in the afternoon near Xiahe, bumpy for a long time the primary mission is to Treat their stomach, he finally picked up a nondescript ramen museum to resolve late lunch. Customarily always do not like pasta, but this time feel that there is a lasting and pleasant. The only regret is that only a token for each bowl a few pieces of floating leaves, and large patches of brown scattered lug dash of green, had to seductive.
Ramen Museum after the looting had toward Raab Leng Temple. Thoroughfare leading to the temple he is a bright, white wide boulevards, a small town only 10 people enough to go straight and parallel to the open road, it seems that only it can only carry a broad afford to devout monks, pilgrims for centuries. Embarked on massive toward the temple, everyone sounds exactly the strength of the proximity and distance is inversely proportional to the temple, both sides felt the pressure of a kind, non-melting threshold noise outside the hall into the spirit.
Taking advantage of the gap companion tickets, and makes a breeding ground in the corner looked at the Tibetan temple. Communities in the hillside temple lay out the building opened, the golden roofs and white walls decorated black line under the eaves of the streamer bones occasionally Shuhuo what I vaguely that some Ju Yi, black and white to refuse to recede like a haunted soul. Inadvertently discovered that the rise of do not know when the sun went so far as fade from the quietly left us with a haze and huddle.
Party venues will be open to everyone and Fan Chen Temple of the mundane isolated, without a deep ravine was enough to feel a strong sense of exclusion. Bought a ticket will have a full-time monks responsible for explanations, to lead us into the hall. Temple of the few tourists, the immediate shaking of the robes are purple purple-red.
Could not pull Leng Temple open to visitors only six colleges, a random visit to a few of them. Lama with a small key to open Evans School Brass padlock, opened the heavy Dianmen, ten men silently filed Entering. 1:00 unable to adapt to the immediate dark, flickering candle inside the hall seems to be still no, Ming and can destroy the human soul between the pull-out in vitro as it Youguang scattered everywhere. The voice of small lamas no ups and downs, there is no emotional, presumably those who were tired of the rhetoric already repetition. From the top to the ground filled with scripture guise of no wind automatically, the living saint portraits and photographs of live together in bleak, it is their territory, their world. I looked at the central room of the house neat but empty of the futon, consciousness will be filled with empty open to.
Tibetan Buddhism, the mysterious aura so I can not carefully studied, and its sharp and can penetrate past lives made me find the other side of dock, as beautiful and charming snow sacred but only dreams floating in the remote, near the on the gratuitous fear. I was always standing at the door of religious deterred, not ahead of the holy fear of abrupt, so that I can not naturally a lazy devotion of a religious, because in the spirit of the temple of the total can not find their humble soul.
Butter flavor hurling heavy nose and would like to indulge in to a ring sneeze it for fear of alarms the rest of the gods. Butter was very bright, but it goes by, the body heat will be able to make it tepid tears, so production must constantly biting his hands immersed in cold water, in order to maintain the temperature of deities to appreciate. I do not know how much the youth arm memorial at the former gods can be woven into the case before for the eternal gorgeous? !
In the evening temple bell suddenly sounded, meandering into the filling is not distracted Temple pull every corner of our little guide also hastily leaving us to go towards the sound source, and Zhongseng originally done when the evening classes . We like the cage was suddenly flying birds, Shashi Quwang do not know where they also rush to follow the direction of Zhongseng chant field.
Hospital open spaces are purple-red robes instantaneous Dianran was Mimicengceng, Zhongseng cross one's legs prostrate before the concrete floor of their chanting, sound, Sanji is incomplete, and reached our ears of the laity is a piece of Whisper. A grandmother in the periphery by the field prostrate, bowed, stood up, and then prostrate, should be to knock heads and other body length. She's in her forehead on the bright red and in the first grab to voice often swing in my dream, wake up face will always be hanging after the tears are not clear. Perhaps she is a happy bar, or at least believe that the gods can be good and forbear the shelter, than I threw some random corner of the soul.
Night, lying on the cold could not pull Leng Temple guest houses, bed and bedding will be wet cold squeeze every little bit of the bone marrow. Ear piercing wind swept through Xiahe rampant, mind is the temple over the billowing clouds and thick haze of mysterious red, the body's sense of pulling together slide into deep cold of the Han Tan, naturally could not sleep for the night.
They feared the number of autumn is more, state re-Qiuchong night scared.