This picture had infinite impact in Chen Xing's eyes. When he was walking around Mount Kailash before, he felt that tourists like them from the mainland and the local Tibetans had a sense of separation in different time and space. It seemed that there should not be such devout believers in modern times.
Nowadays, many people in the West still believe in Christianity, but don’t they live together before marriage and get pregnant before marriage?
However, Tibetans remain consistent and are even willing to die on the way to the mountains. Arriving in front of the Jokhang Temple, this feeling of separation became even stronger. Below were Buddhist believers kneeling in worship, surrounded by tourists scrambling with cameras. This scrambling was not about joining the worshipers, but just scrambling to take photos.
Even if you don’t have a camera, you can still take pictures with your mobile phone. The novelty on his face is palpable. It has been almost a month since Chen Xing came to Tibet. This sense of novelty has long since disappeared, and what is left is only a vague admiration.
In this way, in a small square, there is a stronger contrast than the coldness and warmth of light. He found a good shooting spot, waited patiently for two hours for the change of light, and finally took an excellent photo at five o'clock in the afternoon. Let Chen Xing feel for himself, then he felt that this photo was not good. It is inferior to the old man Zhuanshan who was previously photographed in Mount Kailash.
After the filming was over, he walked into the Jokhang Temple with ordinary tourists. The Jokhang Temple, like most temples in Tibet, has a long history. It was first built 1,300 years ago. After countless modifications and expansions over the years, it has reached its current size and appearance. It looks majestic. Holy and glorious.
He came to visit mainly because he wanted to see more thangkas painted by others. If we put aside the somewhat intimidating process of making thangkas using the ancient method, in terms of art form alone, it is not inferior to Western oil painting at all.
It's just a little bit niche. Because he wanted to see these works of art, Chen Xing walked slowly. He waited until the Jokhang Temple drove away tourists before coming out and looking for a place to eat and stay.
Outside the gate of Jokhang Temple is Barkhor Street. Chen Xing wanted to stay here when he first arrived in the Holy Land, but there were no rooms in any hotel, so he went outside to look for a B&B.
Nowadays, the weather in Tibet is getting colder and colder, tourists have begun to decrease, and the occupancy rate of hotels near Barkhor Street has also begun to decline.
While eating, the phone rang. Chen Xing picked it up and said, "Hello?"
"I'm Yu Jie."
"Oh, brother Jie, are you feeling well?"
"It's completely healed. Thank you for your concern. That's it. I'm in Namtso with my friends now. I want to go to the Holy Elephant Gate tomorrow morning. Don't you have a relationship? Can you do us a favor and let us go in? This time you have to help my brother, my lifelong happiness depends entirely on you."
"Huh?" Chen Xing subconsciously thought of two words when he heard that Yu Jie was in Namtso. Damn it? Isn't this person hospitalized due to high fever?
Why don't you go home and go to Namtso again? I don’t blame Chen Xing for thinking so. In fact, hypertension itself is not dangerous. It’s just altitude sickness. It seems like hypoxia can be fine just by breathing a little more oxygen. However, illness is not an equal replacement. If the altitude sickness is serious, there will be many complications. Symptoms.
For example, the fatal pulmonary edema and cerebral edema have claimed the lives of countless mainland tourists in Tibet.
I heard that when the Holy Land Railway was first built, elderly people from the mainland also took the train to travel here.
They were still alive when they came over there, and when they arrived at the Holy Land, they were towed away directly by the funeral parlor's car... Of course, Chen Xing didn't know whether this story was true or not, but it also illustrated the dangers of high altitude sickness.
As a result, Yu Jie was still in hiding, which Chen Xing had to admire.
"Hey, brother, I wanted to go back originally, but I met some girls in the hospital who had just come to Tibet. They were unfamiliar with the place for the first time and had high fever. You said I could die? Won't you save me? I can't agree to this, I'm not that kind of person."
"..." I want sex over my life.
"And they are your fans. They said they want to visit Mount Kailash." Chen Xing asked alertly: "You didn't say you knew me, right?"
"How can this be possible? I said that I have just arrived in Tibet, but I have only been here a few times before. Brother, can you help me?" Chen Xing thought that this matter was not difficult, so he did not refuse and said: "Then Let me give them a call and call you back later."
"Okay Brother Xing!" The two days when Chen Xing arrived at Kailash should be the best time to go around the mountains. Now the weather is getting colder and colder. Even if he goes there, he can only go to see it, and he can't go around the mountains. The trip is in vain. , at most buy some small souvenirs or something in Tachin.
He also reminded it in his own news. But if you think about it carefully, this is indeed Yu Jie's style.
I hope he can find his true love. Chen Xing called Namtso inspector Daniel and told him, and he agreed readily. The two of them had just separated and their friendship was still there, and this was not a big deal.
After hanging up the phone, he called Nyima Zhandui again to say hello and said that he would leave Tibet tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
Nima Zhandui was surprised to hear that Chen Xing was still in hiding. Everyone had been separated for so long. According to his understanding of mainland tourists, he thought that Chen Xing had gone home long ago. He did not expect that Chen Xing was still in the Holy City. He quickly said: "Brother Chen Xing, brother Chen Xing, don't leave yet. I have I have a gift for you, and I will be in the Holy City tomorrow afternoon.”
"No, no, no!" He was receiving some kind of gift for no apparent reason, and others even came to the Holy City specifically.
"It's useful. Don't leave in a hurry. I'll call you when I get there tomorrow afternoon." As soon as the call was hung up, Chen Xing sat in his chair and was stunned for a while.
Why give yourself a gift? Thank you for saving the old lady? But I didn't do anything, I just dragged him until the ambulance arrived, and I also ate their roasted whole lamb, steak, etc., so there was no need.
Chen Xing was a little greedy if he wanted beef and mutton chops. The best mutton in the country is recognized as being from the NMG region, but the northern Tibetan grassland is also a grassland, and it is also located in the north. There is also a huge temperature difference between day and night. The quality of the beef and mutton raised will not be inferior to that of the best NMG beef and mutton. It belongs to Top notch meat.
This kind of food really reminds me of the second meal after one meal, and I can remember the taste for a long time. What's more, what Chen Xing ate was fresh meat that was slaughtered within three hours.
Don't think about it, your mouth is almost watering. The next day. Chen Xing was woken up by the alarm clock and went to the front desk to renew his room for the whole day before heading to the Potala Palace.
From anywhere in the Holy City, you can basically see the Potala Palace as long as you look up. So you don’t even need to look at the map, just walk in that direction.
Although it was nine o'clock, the square in front of the Potala Palace was already fully activated. Some hold horses for tourists to ride on, some rent Tibetan costumes for tourists to take pictures, and some don’t have anything, but they just want to help you take pictures. Anyway, the entire Potala Palace Square is very lively, and you can feel the heat standing in it. atmosphere of.
Chen Xing walked to the place where he bought tickets. He wanted to ask the elder sister who bought the ticket where the tour guide he had booked was, but he soon stopped.
No need to go, that man is standing under a tree waiting for someone. The clothes and hairstyle were the same as what Chen Xing saw in the photo yesterday, and there were already five or six people standing in front of him, all dressed as tourists.
