Phuntsok Youth Hostel is located on a hill not far from the Potala Palace. Standing on the open-air platform of the hotel, you can completely take in the wonders of the Potala Palace.
As soon as they entered the hotel, Fang Wenxin and Zhou Zichen were attracted by the various graffiti and messages on the walls.
I saw some love vows, some testimonials after the trip, some life insights, and there were many famous poems and even missing persons notices.
All in all, the messages on the walls can be described as varied and strange.
"It seems you can scribble on the walls here!" Zhou Zichen looked at the exclamation slogan "Swallow! Here I come, 1994" on the wall in surprise and whispered.
"Well, it seems so. Let's leave a few words when we leave!" Fang Wenxin smiled when she saw another sentence: "Farewell, Lhasa! I will come back to honor you when I have saved enough money!" Yixiao also said.
Although the conditions of this hotel are average, because of its good location, cheap price and rich cultural atmosphere, it is definitely one of the hotels that travelers who come to Lhasa can choose to stay in.
After Xiang Hui and the four of them checked into two standard rooms next to each other, they used the shower room in the room to wash away the fatigue of the past few days and the smell of sweat, and then they met to have lunch at a Tibetan restaurant. .
Since they haven't eaten rice for many days, yogurt rice has become the first choice for Xiang Hui and others. Coupled with a plate of grilled lamb chops, everyone devoured it and enjoyed it very much.
Of course, if Zhan Yitian hadn't secretly exerted some magic power, Xiang Hui and the two goddesses would have suffered from problems on this plateau based on the way they ate.
"Have you figured it out? Where should we go shopping in the afternoon?" After Fang Wenxin drank the sweet tea in the cup, she saw Xiang Hui still looking through a tourist map he bought when leaving the station, and her eyebrows froze. Asked in a delicate voice.
"Hmm... I think we should visit Barkhor Street and Ramoche Temple this afternoon. It would be best to go to Jokhang Temple and Potala Palace early tomorrow morning. What do you think?"
After hearing Fang Wen's heartfelt inquiry, Xiang Hui thought about it for a while, then revealed his plan and asked for everyone's opinions.
"Then let's do it. I heard that you need to go to the Jokhang Temple early to worship Cailing!" Zhou Zichen agreed without much thought.
Seeing that Zhou Zichen agreed to Fang Wenxin and Zhan Yitian, they naturally had no objection, so after they drank all the sweet tea in the teapot, they walked towards Barkhor Street in pairs.
Barkhor Street is located near the Jokhang Temple and is lined with various Tibetan handicrafts and national costumes. Such as prayer wheels, Tibetan knives, fingertips, earrings, pendants, bracelets, Tibetan incense, Dzi beads, etc., it can be said that there is a dazzling array of everything.
This street is not only a commercial street, but also a street where faithful men and women come to make pilgrimages and pray. On this street, you can see devout Tibetans chanting and turning sutras every day.
Walking on Barkhor Street, Xiang Hui and others looked at the Tibetan compatriots walking leisurely on the road, silently reciting the six-character mantra and turning the prayer wheels in their hands. They couldn't help feeling excited and passionate. It has slowed down a lot. It seems that there is an invisible force here that is driving people to let go of their distracting thoughts and return to their calm and true self.
Although the mood has calmed down a lot, the sense of freshness is still there, and Xiang Hui's camera plays a huge role at this time.
Bang bang bang! ! ! The continuous shooting sounds didn't seem to let go of any interesting scene, but Xiang Hui still focused most of his attention on Zhou Zichen and Fang Wenxin. Taking photos of them became Xiang Hui's mission during this trip. Top priority!
Of course, it doesn't mean that there are no other beautiful women in Xiang Hui's eyes, but so far, there are no beauties on the street. The local Tibetan women all have their faces darkened by the sun, and their skin is dry and wrinkled. There is no such thing as a woman who can raise eyebrows.
There were no beautiful women among the tourists passing by. The few foreign female tourists who occasionally passed by were plump and smelled pungently.
But in this way, Zhou Zichen felt that Xiang Hui was quite honest, so he rewarded him with a big grape. This made Xiang Hui feel proud and worked harder to take photos.
Women are naturally fond of shopping for small commodities, and soon the two goddesses were attracted by the shops and stalls on both sides of the street.
But this time it was different from that in Jinli in Jincheng. The two goddesses carefully looked at many small accessories and handicrafts, but in the end they didn't buy any of them.
It was fine if they didn't buy it, but Xiang Hui was extremely anxious during the whole process. Whenever Zhou Zichen fiddled with the object he was interested in, he kept saying this one is good and that one is good. Wait, I was even afraid that they were reluctant to spend money, so I even thought of buying it for them.
"You two girls, these dzi beads are genuine, and they were consecrated in the Jokhang Temple. Wearing them with you will definitely turn disaster into good luck and bring good luck."
When the two goddesses wandered to a stall selling Dzi beads and each played with a string of Dzi beads, a middle-aged man with a Sichuan accent immediately introduced his own Dzi beads.
"What's the price, boss?" Fang Wen asked calmly.
"Small beads cost 10 yuan each, and large ones cost 20 yuan each. A bracelet like this, with one large, four small, and five dzi beads, only costs 100 yuan, which is already the lowest price on the street!"
The male boss reported the price in detail, as if he was giving up his beloved treasure, and replied heartbrokenly.
"No way, it's so expensive but it's cheap. Then it's better to buy the dzi beads from the Tibetan uncle in front of you!" Fang Wenxin not only didn't think it was cheap after hearing the male boss's quotation, but actually said something like she had been deceived.
Hearing what the girl in front of him said, the middle-aged male boss couldn't help but be stunned.
"Fang Wenxin, you must have made a mistake. The price quoted by this elder brother is more than half cheaper than the previous Tibetan uncle. How do you say it is expensive?" Even Xiang Hui asked in confusion at this time. road.
"You are such a fool. Although the price of the Tibetan uncle over there is a little more expensive than this big brother, he is probably selling genuine goods! Although it is cheaper here, if what we buy back is a fake, it is better not to buy anything. Buy it! I told you not to interrupt, so why did you interrupt me?" Fang Wenxin glared at Xiang Hui and actually gave such a reason.
"How can this little girl say that? How can what I sell be fake?" The male boss shouted angrily after hearing this.
The male boss's shout immediately attracted the attention of some nearby tourists, and soon some tourists stopped and looked over.
"What's impossible about that? Firstly, you're not a local. Where did you get all these Dzi beads? Secondly, how could it be possible that you're selling them so cheaply, cheaper than the Tibetan uncles, that they're not fake? Besides, as the saying goes It is said that cheap goods are not good, but we still understand this truth! Isn’t that right, Zhou Zichen?”
"Well, that's right, I also think there's something wrong with this bead!"
Fang Wenxin was not afraid of the male boss's anger at all, so she stated several reasons she thought she had, and with Zhou Zichen's cooperation, she was stunned again.
Xiang Hui nodded suddenly, feeling that what Fang Wenxin said made sense. However, the tourists who gathered around had different expressions, but most of them looked at the male boss, waiting for him to give some explanation.
The male boss was stunned for a while, but he quickly came over and shouted loudly and unconvincingly: "I can swear to the Buddha that my Dzi beads are definitely genuine and have been polished. If you don't believe it, it's absolutely fine. Find a fake bead to compare with. If anyone proves that I have a fake bead here, I will immediately kowtow to him and admit his mistake!"
After hearing the male boss's stern words, the interest of the surrounding tourists suddenly aroused, and some tourists even started to pick up a few dzi bead bracelets to look at them carefully.
Zhan Yitian was also dubious about the male boss's words. Although Zhan Yitian didn't know much about Dzi beads, by comparing them with the Dzi beads worn by some Tibetans on the street, Zhan Yitian discovered that although the materials of these Dzi beads were real, they were not fake. , but in terms of appearance, it is too different.
Not only that, there are also questions about the congratulatory words spoken by the male boss. Although these beads also exude a scent of incense, compared with the dzi beads worn by Tibetans, this scent is almost invisible. If it were not for the fact that this stall is located near the Jokhang Temple, I am afraid that this scent would have been there long ago. Dissipated.
However, the Dzi beads on the bodies of the Tibetans exuded a strong aura of Buddhist belief. In Zhan Yitian's view, although this aura of Buddhist belief could not be said to be an absolute means of eliminating disasters and evacuating people, it was still useful in concentrating one's mind and nourishing one's energy. Certain effectiveness.
However, Zhan Yitian stood aside and did not point out these differences. He was just interested in seeing how Fang Wenxin ended up.
"Forget it, forget it, we can't tell the difference between real and fake. We can't understand it so we won't buy it. Let's go and go shopping in front!"
Fang Wenxin couldn't help but be a little surprised when she heard that the male boss even said such harsh words, but after thinking about it, she still felt that it was too expensive, so after saying a few words to deal with it, she immediately took Zhou Zichen's hand out of guilt. He left the stall as if running away.
Seeing the two little girls running away, the male boss yelled: "What's going on with these two little girls! Aren't you making fun of people!"
"Forget it, boss, I think this string of Dzi beads is pretty good. Make a price and I'll take it!"
Because a tourist had already taken a fancy to a string of dzi beads on the male boss's stall, the male boss could only shout angrily behind the two goddesses, and then hurriedly greeted other customers.
After Xiang Hui and Zhan Tiantian looked at each other, they could only follow Fang Wenxin and Zhou Zichen in silence.
But just as the two goddesses walked a few dozen meters away, a seven or eight-year-old Tibetan girl suddenly ran up to the two goddesses from behind, and looked at the half-eaten chocolate in Zhou Zichen's hand with an innocent face. He was saying something in a squeaky voice and gesticulating as he spoke.
The little girl's cheeks are rosy and plain, with a typical plateau red appearance. Due to her young age and tender skin, she looks quite cute.
However, due to the language barrier, the little girl gestured anxiously for a while before the two goddesses realized that it was the little girl who had taken a liking to the chocolate in Zhou Zichen's hand, and in return, the little girl would take them somewhere.
Since it was for a piece of chocolate, Zhou Zichen generously took out a half-palm-sized piece of chocolate from the snack bag and handed it all into the little girl's hand.
The little girl's face lit up with joy when her beautiful aunt gave her such a big piece of chocolate. In return, she pulled Zhou Zichen's clothes in a certain direction.
Although Zhou Zichen gave the little girl chocolate out of love, seeing the little girl's reluctance at the moment, he had no choice but to look at Fang Wenxin and let the little girl lead him forward, while Xiang Hui and Zhan Yitian saw him and had no choice but to follow him.
