Earth in the age of elves

Walking into Barkhor Street is like walking into the legendary circular world.

Bakuo Street, with a circumference of 1.5 kilometers and a width of about 9 meters, has a beautiful arc shape, with old-fashioned storage houses on both sides. There are several giant incense burners in the middle of the street. Fireworks fill the air day and night, exuding a special fragrance of pine tree oil.

In Tibetan, Barkhor Street means the streets surrounding the Jokhang Temple.

Following the crowd, Xu Yi and Su Su walked clockwise towards the Jokhang Temple.

You cannot walk counterclockwise on Barkhor Street. Even if the Jokhang Temple is 100 meters behind, you cannot walk back counterclockwise. You must turn clockwise.

People compare Barkhor Street to a big clock, and the magnificent Jokhang Temple is like the clock axis, and the devout believers are like the hour and minute hands.

Every day from morning glow to sunset, countless Tibetan Buddhist believers flock to Barkhor Street from all directions, gathering into a colorful flow of people, turning on this circular street with the Jokhang Temple as the center.

Occasionally there will be ragged old people or young people worshiping devoutly next to them.

With their hands wrapped in cloth strips, they walked a few steps and bowed to the Jokhang Temple.Regardless of whether the ground is smooth and clean or not, regardless of the attention or comments of passers-by, these pilgrims have their own persistence.

With a pious heart, chanting something, put your hands together, raise them above your head, bend down and squat, fall to the ground, stretch your hands forward as much as possible, push your legs back as hard as possible, and form a vertical character.

Then stand up, take a few steps forward, and repeat the above actions....

His forehead was bleeding, his palms were calloused, his clothes and pants were tattered and his shoes and socks were torn, but he was still pious and persistent. Although his bronze face looked tired, he was also energetic.

The crowds of people walking neatly and clockwise around him seemed like phantoms to him. They were immersed in their own world and were moving unswervingly towards their faith.

Xu Yi looked at the pilgrims with a hint of admiration on his face. Although he did not believe in any sect and did not respect any gods or Buddhas, he did respect these people.

Pilgrims come from all over the world. For the sake of their faith, they walk step by step to Lhasa through the ritual of bowing every five steps and kneeling every ten steps. This requires supreme perseverance.

"Don't affect them, let's keep walking."

Strictly speaking, Barkhor Street is no different from the streets in general tourist attractions.

It's nothing more than shops lined with tourists, and people of all kinds walking around here.Either shopping, taking photos, looking up at the sky, or walking with your head down.

If I had to say the difference, it would probably be those pilgrims with great perseverance and the devout local Tibetans.

But when you are actually there, it feels different from other tourist attractions.A faint smell of fireworks lingered in the air, which was the smell of incense.

Xu Yi held Su Su's little hand and stood in the square.

The square is very large, with people coming and going, and there are many incense burners around it.

Milky white smoke rises slowly from the incense burner, and the flames "swish, swish" are very strong. Handfuls of things that look like firewood but are not firewood are added by an endless stream of Tibetans. , they are very solemn, very serious and very serious.

In addition to the incense burners, there are many bobos in the square. Tourists or passers-by will deliberately bring corn and other food to feed the bobos.

Humans and elves work together to create a harmonious and beautiful picture.

The Jokhang Temple, located in the center of the ancient city, stands out among the residential buildings.

The Jokhang Temple is a typical temple building in Tibetan areas. The building is not grand, and it cannot be compared with the spectacular scene of the Potala Palace.

But the momentum surrounding this temple is unusual.

The splendid golden roof on the roof, the gilded victory banner, the "Xiangxiang" bird spreading its wings, the peaceful FaLun deer, the grinning crocodile head, and the dark brown "side shell" wall, make the Dazhao The temple building is extremely decorated.

Many local Tibetans, together with spirits of various attributes, worship at the entrance of the Jokhang Temple.

What they performed was also the great ceremony of bowing to the ground and making one body, but unlike the pilgrims, they always stood under the wall, facing the temple and repeating the action over and over again.

Occasionally, there will be a few old people forming different mudras, putting their hands in front of their foreheads, lowering their heads and bowing in all directions.

"Look over there." Su Su pointed to the worshiping crowd and said, "It's Hu Di."

Hearing this, Xu Yi moved his eyes away from the main body of Jokhang Temple and looked in the direction Su Su pointed.

It was an old woman with gray hair, and floating next to her was an elf with golden eyes narrowed into a slit.

The elf's shape is like a fat bone huddled together, and its head is almost the same as that of a fox.

As Su Su said, a quasi-king-level Hu Di.

"It must be that old man's elf." Xu Yi said calmly.

Compared to Flash La Rulas, Casey or Hu Di are just like that.

"Come on, let's go in and check out the gym."

Shaking his head and looking away from Hu Di, Xu Yi took Su Su into the crowded Jokhang Temple.

There are countless devout believers making pilgrimages outside the Jokhang Temple, but there are not many people inside.

Along the way, Xu Yi found that most of them were trainers and monks, but there were very few local Tibetans.

Tibetans also need to work to support their families, and of course they will not stay inside except for specific festivals.

The smell of incense inside the temple is even stronger. Under the influence of the environment, almost every trainer who comes here to challenge the gym does not behave like a playful smile or making loud noises.

"Are the two laymen here to challenge the Tibetan Gym?"

Not long after entering, a young monk came over to inquire.

The monk is wearing a dark red linen cassock, with no hair on his head and a smile on his face.

Xu Yi shook his head and said with a smile: "We are just visiting."

He had no intention of challenging the gym, and Xu Yi had not reported his status as a trainer to the National Gym Management Association, so he was not qualified to compete in the gym.

"That's it, please excuse me."

The monk was probably a staff member of the Taoist temple. Knowing that Xu Yi was not here to challenge the Taoist temple, he left without disturbing him.