Chapter 16 Entry 2

This slightly hoarse and not very clear voice suddenly made me feel ecstatic. After so many days, a living person finally appeared.

"Where are you?" I asked immediately.

There seems to be a big wind on the other side of the phone, whirling, whining and blowing presumptuously.

"Ah! What, I can't hear clearly."

I have to turn up the volume and continue to ask, "Where are you?"

There seems to be the sound of sand, blowing hunting.

When you came to the Potala Palace, the words fell, and there was a blind tone from the other end of the phone. I put down the phone.

The fat man was staring at me with expectation, and so were the other two.

"Pack up and go to the Potala Palace."

The fat man's face was happy, and the clay fig man moved quickly. After a while, we took everything we should bring, returned the hotel, and stopped a taxi on the road.

This time, we are not going to come back. If Mr. Sun is in the frame, we are also going to pack up and go home.

Damn, we have been full of anger these days.

Drive all the way. I didn't pay attention to the scenery along the way. Finally, the master stopped the car and turned around, and a huge towering palace came into my sight.

I looked up at the sky. It was the blue sky and white clouds. The smell of the air seemed to be pious at this moment. To some extent, the Potala Palace is a height of Chinese religious belief. Pious believers come here on foot from all directions every year.

This brilliant Potala Palace has gone through thousands of years, and it is still not easy to decline.

We went along the way to the palace and went to the palace with all the possessions on our backs.

This is a legendary Potala Palace. There was once a great poet, Cangyang Jiacuo. He is a brave man. Of course, this is my digression.

Entering the Potala Palace, we are all attracted by this ancient magical palace. Especially the fat man, touch here and there.

"Mom, this is a living tomb." The fat man blurted out this sentence.

"Fat, don't talk nonsense."

"Lao Sun, what are you afraid of? Anyway, no one heard it."

I was speechless for a moment.

The fat man simply ignored me and continued to look at the palace. Soon, a Buddha bell appeared in front of him. The fat man picked up the small stick next to him without thinking about it and knocked it.

As soon as the sound sounded, a little bare Sami came towards us. Seeing this, the fat man quickly put down his things and looked away. Pretting to be like this is none of my business.

Little Shami came closer and put his hands together to look at us.

He has a quiet attitude, and we don't say anything.

"This donor must be predestined!"

This sentence stunned us and almost didn't react to it.

The fat man was feeling guilty. When he heard such a sentence, he didn't turn around and thought he didn't say the same thing. He carried the little Sami on his back, like a shy daughter-in-law.

At this time, the old man couldn't hold back and shouted, "Fatty, this master is looking for you."

"Old ghost, don't talk nonsense. I don't want to be a monk yet!"

This sentence made us all laugh.

Little Sami's face also became kind, but he didn't laugh.

"Please come with me. Someone is waiting for the donor."

"Which one is waiting for me?"

"Lord, you will know when you come with me."

The fat man looked at me with inquiring eyes and couldn't make up his mind: "Lao Sun, do you think I'll go?"

I thought for a while and said, "Go ahead."

"Then you go with me. If I really become a monk, we will also have a care."

"Fatty, you think it's beautiful," the old ghost mocked.

Lord, please come with me.

"Can we go?" I asked.

Little Sami shook his head, "The man only said that the predestined man who turned the scriptures and ringed the Buddha's bell."

After listening to it, we didn't force it.

The fat man threw things down, and there was a posture of forcing Liangshan, and then the little Sami disappeared into our sight.

After the fat man left, we laughed again. However, we soon coughed, because the lack of oxygen in the plateau did not allow us to be sad and happy.

Maybe this is why the Potala Palace was built in Lhasa, Tibet.