Chapter 49 Octagonal Street

Last night, I was eavesdropped by two unidentified ninjas in black. Ronin has been convinced that they are now targeted by the enemy. According to their future wife, they have to go to the Jokhang Temple to find a lama named Nima Ciren.

Nima Tsren, this name Xiuxiu has also been mentioned. I don't know who this Nima Tsren is and what kind of relationship he has with the crazy family.

Negotiable itinerary. Luo Ning and Yu Xiuxiu said goodbye to the hotel. When she checked out, the boss's wife found that their luxurious private room with a unique Tibetan style was messed up, and even the valuable wood carvings were broken into two pieces. The boss's wife insisted on claiming compensation, but the boss still sent Xiuxiu away with a looking up attitude. And the kind-hearted boss forced Xiuxiu 100 yuan, saying that the fairies settled in, making their small shop shine, and they can't charge for anything. This makes the boss's wife even more jealous.

Women. No matter what the face and figure are. As long as you are jealous and go crazy, it will be the same - demon.

When Luo Ning and Xiuxiu escaped from the small hotel, the boss only said a word to the fat boss's wife: "She is the descendant of Qin's benefactor."

This sentence made the crazy woman and fat boss's wife calm down. The boss's wife let go of the boss's hand and said faintly, "I'm wronged you. Even if the President of the United States comes to live in our store, we can't stop collecting money, only Qin Da's benefactor..."

The morning in Tibet is colder than in the mainland. Xiuxiu and Luo Ning wrapped their clothes and walked to the station. I heard that you can't walk quickly when you come to Tibet. High-altitude Tibetan oxygen is thin, and strenuous exercise will produce altitude sickness. However, Luo Ning and Xiuxiu fought with two people in black as soon as they set foot on this land last night. They were so tired and panted that there was no serious reaction. All this is due to the pill of the stubble squad leader. In the words of little gold, the elixir sought from Kunlun Mountain God, which is very clever.

Sitting in the car of Jokhang Temple, Luo Ning took good care of the remaining dozens of yuan of change. At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the two finally arrived in the Potala area.

As early as the car, Luo Ning saw the magnificent palace built on the mountain from afar. Now standing at the foot of Hongshan Mountain, looking up at this large-scale palace-style building complex has shocked Luo Ning for more than half an hour.

"I said Luo Ning, let's do our business first and then go to the Potala Palace for fun."

Luo Ning was stunned for a moment and finally looked away from the direction of Potala. Unexpectedly, this playful little girl finally realized. He was also happy for Mr. Qin. The two inquired about the local Tibetans and walked to the ancient and chic Bajiao Street.

Baguo Street is a polygonal street ring composed of Baguo East Street, Baguo West Street, Baguo South Street and Baguo North Street, which is a single turning road around Jokhang Temple. Now it has gradually expanded into a large old-fashioned neighborhood around the Jokhang Temple. There are many fork roads and alleys in the street. Baguo Street retains the original style of the ancient city of Lhasa. The streets are paved with hand-polished stones and preserved with old-fashioned Tibetan buildings next to it. There is a huge incense burner in the heart of the street, full of fireworks day and night. There are many shops on both sides of the street, with more than 120 handicraft shops and stalls. Generally, local specialties from all over Tibet and other goods containing ethnic characteristics are sold.

There are a lot of people on the street, and Xiuxiu loves to join in the fun. Such a bustling and chic street naturally excited her. What gratified Luo Ning was that Xiuxiu only looked at and touched these goods, and then put them back, unlike Zhang Xiaohui's shopping.

Seeing that the sun had set to the west, the Tibetans in Tibetan robes in the street suddenly became restless. The tourists made way one after another, and the Tibetans suddenly read words and walked around Bajiao Street at the same time.

Luo Ning thought something had happened and quickly called Xiuxiu: "I said, didn't you say you were going to Jokhang Temple? Let's go quickly. I heard that Tibetans killed people.

The crowd is full of Tibetans. They are gray-headed and solemn. Luo Ning was a little more alert.

Xiuxiu walked to a street corner and suddenly stopped. She looked at the quaint hut and asked Luo Ning, "Luo Ning, do you know the origin of this Bajiao Street?"

Ah? I don't know. I only know Potala in Tibet, and I don't know anything else.

"Ha ha, I have lived in Shanghai since I was a child and have hardly traveled far. I yearn for the outside world, so I bought a lot of travel books. Although it's my first time to come to Tibet, I've been familiar with it in books for a long time.

Xiuxiu has heard about the abnormal reactions of these Tibetans in the book.

Bajiao Street was built around the Jokhang Temple. At the specific time of the evening, those people who did not know each other -- there were people wearing white robes from the pastoral area of northern Tibet, some from the Kangba Mountains, and those who lived in the Bajiao block and dressed brightly... All kinds of believers seemed to suddenly received a silent life. After making people suddenly feel ** for a while, they began to walk strictly along this circular road in a clockwise direction. This road around Bajiao Street is called the "Holy Road" by Tibetans.

It turned out that this group of restless Tibetans were pilgrims. As soon as the time arrived, they devoutly turned the meridian and walked clockwise around this ancient and spiritual street. Xiuxiu said that following the crowd of the scriptures, she learned from the Tibetans, silently read the six-character truth, and moved the sutra tube hanging on the street with one hand. It looks a little pious.

There are many monuments around the turning road around Bajiao Street.

At the intersection of the circular road and the highway, a tall pillar called "Jueya Dajin" was once erected. When the Tibetan girl reaches the age of 16, she will hold a ceremony to celebrate her coming of age in front of the golden mast.

Xiuxiu recognized it at a glance on the way to the pass. So he said to Luo Ning, "Luo Ning, you can also hold a coming-of-age ceremony for me, although I'm over 16 years old."

"Eh... Although you are an adult, I think you are still a child."

"Oh? Then it's time to hold a coming-of-age ceremony." Xiuxiu tilted his head and put his hands together and said, "Although I don't know how the coming-of-age ceremony is held, I knelt down in front of Jueya Dajin today and swore, 'I, Qin Xiu, will be an adult in the future, and I must not be unreasonable like a child again."

Xiuxiu paused for a moment and then whispered, "I won't make my father angry anymore. Also, listen to him, learn the Internet, and inherit the family's career in the future.

"Damn it, young lady, you should have a lot of money." When Luo Ning heard that Xiuxiu was going to inherit the family business, he suddenly saw hope in his heart: "50 million has fallen, and the two tasks of the fate selector will soon be successfully completed."

Xiuxiu looked at his open eyes when he saw the money and said blankly, "It's not vulgar."

Then he said to him, "You are my witness. You also swear to witness my growth. I am no longer a child. Hurry up."

Luo Ning smiled, and then solemnly said to the pillar, "Lord Jueya Dajin, today I will witness Qin Xiu's growth. From now on, she will no longer be a child, if she is disobedient..."

Luo Ning staced for a moment and continued to say, "If you don't listen, you will lose 50 million to me. And let the ugliest man in the world take away her kiss.

Ah? Stinky hooligan, so vicious?"

"How can you keep this promise if it's not poisonous? Let me tell you, you will become a frog if you are kissed by an ugly man.

Xiuxiu didn't withdraw money. Luo Ning didn't dare to ask Xiuxiu for money directly. The two said goodbye to Jue Ya Dajin and walked some distance ahead. Around a street, Xiuxiu suddenly stopped at the corner.

"Luoning, Luo Ning, I finally saw it." Abandoning the changing crowd, Xiuxiu stood in front of the bar and excitedly told Luo Ning.

"Oh, aunt. Isn't it just a bar? Are you so excited?" I looked up, with the signboard of Maggie Ami's pub hanging on it.

Xiuxiu glanced at him again and asked him, "What do you think is different from other buildings?"

Luoning looked around and looked at several ancient buildings on the street in the distance. After comparison, he said, "Oh, it's really different. The buildings on Baguo Street are mostly white, and only this two-story building is painted yellow. It was built later."

"E... This bar is the place where the sixth Dalai Lama Cangyang Gyatso met his lover. I haven't heard of it."

"Majiami" is a beautiful legend circulating in the Tibetan area, which means a holy mother and a pure girl. Anyone who knows Tibetan history and literature knows a resounding name - Cangyang Jiacuo, the sixth Dalai Lama. He is not only an outstanding religious spiritual leader in Tibetan history, but also a talented romantic poet. It is said that Cangyang Jiacuo traveled all over the Tibetan area in order to find the supreme saving mother. One day, I was resting in a pub on Bajiao Street in Lhasa. A moon-like beautiful girl outside the door opened the curtain and peeped at it, so there was:

"On the top of the eastern mountain, the delicate moon rose, and Maggie Ami's face gradually appeared in his heart" - the poem written by Cangjia Jiacuo to Maggie Ami has been passed down to this day.

Xiuxiu made a contemptuous gesture to make fun of Luo Ning's ignorance.

After listening to Xiuxiu's words, Luo Ning suddenly wondered: "Eh... The Dalai seems to be a lama, and the lama is a monk."

"Yes, the Dalai Lama is the supreme ruler of the Tibetans."

"Can their monk get married? How can there be such a good thing in the world? I would like to be such a happy monk. In addition, Cangyang Jiacuo lived in ancient times. How could there be a bar at that time? Isn't this obviously nonsense?"

After listening to Luo Ning's ignorant question and blowing her forehead hair beautifully, she was too lazy to explain to Luo Ning and strode towards Maggie Ami Bar: "If you buy me a drink, I'd like to tell you the story of Cangyang Jiacuo."

After saying that, Xiuxiu pushed the door and entered. Luo Ning wandered at the door for a moment and struggled: "There is not much money anymore. The drinks here are very expensive... If you don't have money to pay the bill, it will be troublesome to be kicked out.

Through the crack of the door, Roning saw that Maggie Amiri's show had been sitting on an elegant seat and looking at things like the menu. Luo Ning was suddenly shocked, and then his hand in his pocket clenched the remaining dozens of large banknotes and wondered, "What on earth is that Cangyang Jiacuo doing? Why is a monk so romantic that he comes to the bar to mess around? Isn't there a clear rule in their temple?

Luo Ning still couldn't stand his curiosity and pushed the door in.