The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 580: I want the gemstone on the Buddha statue. Are you really willing to give it to me? !

Wangshan is a dead horse.

If two lines are parallel, they can extend to the end of the world - but it is impossible to extend to the other end of the earth and then go back, because the earth is a circle after all, and a straight line can only extend into space.

In front of Shen Le, the green light from the two lions' eyes seemed to be tilted and coming together. But where would it come together?
Shen Le was speechless. The instructions he gave to the driver were so brief that they were annoying:

"Go forward, in this direction, keep going forward—"

“How long will it take?”

"do not know……"

Shen Le stretched out his hand and traced the green light that only he could see in the air. He then took out two pens from the glove box, inserted them into the green light, and simulated the direction of the green light:

"Just drive to the place where the two beams of light overlap. I have a feeling that what I'm looking for should be there..."

"Where are we going to find a place to go?" The driver was about to cry. Shen Le said "Aiya" and patted his head:

"I'm stupid, I'm stupid. It's too troublesome to look for it this way. Well, let's locate it--"

They found a mobile signal tower and set up a laser scanner underneath it, which is the thing that can be used as a total station.

Shen Le took the initiative and kept adjusting the direction until the light from inside coincided with the green light in the lion's eyes. He noted the direction, turned around, and drove to the other end of the city:
"It seems like the direction of the lines hasn't changed much... In other words, what we're looking for isn't in this city?"

Then buy a ticket, board the plane, and change cities. Three cities, three directions, three straight lines intersecting on the map:
Shen Le didn't know why they met here, so he directly asked the Special Affairs Bureau to find someone to do it.

Anyway, just spreading out the map and drawing straight lines on it doesn't seem to be accurate, specifically involving the Earth being a sphere or something like that.

Probably, perhaps, possibly, the Special Affairs Bureau used methods such as radar direction finding, as well as relevant professionals?
Anyway, when Shen Le woke up from his nap, two guys from the Special Affairs Bureau were already waiting at his door. Their faces looked a little tangled and a little ashamed:
"Um... I'm sorry, I need someone else to accompany you for the rest of the journey..."

"what's wrong?"

"We've figured out the destination. It's near Lhasa." The guy who had been driving him was embarrassed.
"You know, that place is over 3600 meters above sea level. We have no experience in plateaus, and we're afraid that we'll get altitude sickness and delay your work..."

Anyway, when you get there, someone from the local Special Affairs Bureau will be responsible for picking you up at the station. They will help you find a place to stay, drive you, or arrange for sightseeing.

Even if Shen Le has some altitude sickness and needs to go to the hospital for oxygen, the locals are more familiar with the road, right?

Shen Le was handed over to the members of the Special Affairs Bureau on the snowy plateau.

Of the two special affairs bureau members who came to receive him, one was silent and just nodded to him, then stood aside and tightened the black handle at his waist;

The other one was lively and cheerful, his eyes were full of life, and as soon as he saw Shen Le, he started to talk nonstop:
"Hello, Mr. Shen! Nice to meet you! Let's go to the hotel and rest first. The most important thing when going to the plateau is to get enough rest and make sure you don't have altitude sickness before going any further!
Although practitioners have good physical fitness and generally don't suffer from altitude sickness, what if it happens? We can still have one more day, right?"

Shen Le smiled and nodded, looking at this guy from the Special Affairs Bureau who was half a head shorter than him, with a dark red face, deep facial features, and a local look. How many mainland practitioners have you received?

What are you all here for?

Do you have any interesting stories? I want to hear them too!
"Where do you want to see? If you are interested, just tell us and we will arrange it for you. There are many places that ordinary tourists cannot enter, but we can take you there!"

The young man obviously had no intention of telling a story. He just kept on talking and continued to talk about the topic:
"If you want to buy something, that's fine. I'll take you to find the most authentic and best old shops. Barkhor Street is okay to visit, but forget about buying things. They're all for tourists, and there's nothing real there..."

Shen Le just smiled at him, and he spewed out a long speech in one breath. The whole car was filled with the sound of his voice.

Shen Le didn't even need to say anything. He just had to sit in the passenger seat, listen with a smile, and say "um", "ah", or "oh" from time to time.

It took an hour to drive from the airport to the hotel, and that person talked for a full hour. When checking in, Shen Le already knew that the milk tea provided by this hotel was delicious, but the yak jerky was not good;
The milk tea here is Tibetan salty milk tea, not the sweet milk tea on the plains. Many people can't get used to it when they first come here, and they make a lot of jokes.

It is best to restrain your breath when entering the Potala Palace. They are a little wary of practitioners from the plains. They will not chase you away, but just staring at you will make your trip unpleasant.

Don’t buy things made of Tibetan silver, because the silver content is actually very low, and a large part of it is copper;

Don't buy jewelry made of amber, beeswax, or lapis lazuli casually, as most of them are fake, and a small part of them are made of pressed stone powder.

Don’t buy Cordyceps and Snow Lotus outside, they are basically fake, and even if they are real, they are not very useful...

"Yeah, I got it. I'll just stay in the hotel all day today." Shen Le assured her repeatedly:
"I don't know where what I'm looking for is either - if the place is awkward, I might have to trouble you to find a solution..."

The chatterbox left with a reluctant look on his face. Shen Le sat on the bed in the hotel, took out the two shoulder sticks, and placed them side by side in front of him:

Sure enough, the two green eyes sparkled with excitement. Shen Le tried to turn them around, and they immediately turned back and stared at, uh, the direction of the bathroom...

"Does this mean we are very close?" Shen Le gently stroked the two lion heads on his shoulders.

My hand vibrated slightly, and I seemed to hear a purring sound, like a cat expressing friendliness and comfort, or like a motorcycle getting ready to start:

"You really are a cat... Can you tell me where the thing you are looking for is?"

Jiantun continued to gurgle, gurgle, gurgle. On Jiantun's back, the lion's mane carved by Shen Le moved without wind, as if the lion was about to leap up;

There was a bright light in the two green eyes, which kept shooting out rays of light three feet long, then retracting into the eye sockets, then extending out again, and then retracting again.

Shen Le turned around casually and saw that the glass wall separating the room and the bathroom was reflected in a dark green...

"I know, I know. Don't worry, it's useless. Wait for me to get used to the high altitude, and then I'll take you to find it tomorrow, okay?"

Jiantun may not understand what he said, or may not want to listen, but his eyes kept flickering. Shen Le sighed, took out his phone, opened the map, and pointed it in the direction of the green light:

"Ah... this doesn't seem to be in the city center..."

It was not in the city center, nor near several famous attractions. Shen Le tried to draw a long line on the map. It seemed that maybe, possibly, it was in a valley?

The phone suddenly vibrated. Shen Le pressed the answer button and heard the familiar voice of the chatterbox, full of helplessness:

"Mr. Shen... Can we take a good rest? We can still have one more day... The surveillance equipment in our bureau has all gone off the alarm!"

Ah, this... Is it too late for me to say, "It's not me, it's a semi-spiritual weapon that I carry with me, which has not yet fully developed spirituality"?

Shen Le apologized profusely, grabbed the shoulder swallow and stuffed it back into the bag, and then stuffed it into Huang Yutong's personal space. After several layers of isolation, the two shoulder swallows were finally completely suppressed and stopped making noise.

Shen Le spread out his limbs, lay down on the bed, and sighed:
"Ah... I hope it's not embedded in some Buddha statue... I really hope not..."

He woke up from a good sleep and still felt light and healthy, his breathing was steady, and his heartbeat was not accelerated. It was obvious that he did not have altitude sickness.

Ah, praise the copper piece, praise the practice, the physical fitness of practitioners is really good. I hope everything will go well tomorrow, get the things, and go directly!

He got on the car holding his two shoulders and as usual, he located it once at the hotel entrance, once at the city center, and then once on the left and right sides of the city.

The largest city on the snowy plateau, it stretches in the middle of a river valley, so it is wide from east to west and narrow from north to south, forming a long strip.

Even if we don't take into account the new cities extending to the left and right, the old city area in the middle is 18 kilometers wide, which is enough to calculate the location where the two green lights intersect.

Two straight lines intersected on the map. The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau looked at the map for a moment, then decisively turned the steering wheel and headed straight north:
The further north you go, the more remote it is, and the further north you go, the more desolate it is. National Highway 318 is in the south, the river is in the south, and the most famous temple on the snowy plateau - the most famous palace - is in the south;

The tourist center, cultural center, and all the centers of the city are in the south. To the north are only mountains, layers of mountains, and snow-capped mountains.

Because it is too cold and too high, the mountain is covered with a layer of lifeless gray-brown, and it is even impossible to nourish much vegetation.

Only when we rushed into the valley could we see the grooves created by the melting snow and the sparse greenery at the foot of the dry, cracked rock.
“Hey yo——”

From afar, a high-pitched and loud singing voice suddenly came. Shen Le held the lion in his arms and turned it slightly. The green light in the lion's eyes immediately became brighter:
"Right there! Right there!"

Shen Le quickly raised his hand and pointed forward. The driver leaned forward slightly and looked up in the direction of his finger:
"Ah, this is still far away... You are just trying to catch a mountain, the distance you pointed at is at least dozens of kilometers... It would be great if we could fly over there..."

"Yeah, why don't I fly over there..."

Shen Le murmured. Beside him, the guy from the Special Affairs Bureau quickly stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed of the car:

"Please don't! Please don't! It's best to just drive over there! You don't understand the local language, right? Ask the locals for directions or something, take us with you, and you have a translator!"

Oh, yes, that’s right. He doesn’t understand the local language, so he will either have to speak a different language or use gestures.

The built-in translation software on the mobile phone has English, French, and Russian, but it seems that there is no local ethnic language?

"Are you a local?"

"Yes! I am from here!" The talkative young man puffed out his chest. He paused and pointed to the back seat: "He is not. He is a cadre from the mainland. He will support the mainland for a few years and will go back. As for me, I studied scriptures in the temple since I was a child, but I didn't learn much. Fortunately, the Special Affairs Bureau recruited me..."

"Besides the temple and the Special Affairs Bureau, are there any other places for practice here?"

"No more... Oh, actually, to be honest, the temple isn't that great. It's blown very hard, but the magic power is just a little better than nothing."

The chatterbox suddenly lowered his voice:
"It is said that when Jinzhu Mami came to liberate this place, a group of people gathered together and wanted to do something to resist, but they struggled for several days and nights but came up with nothing..."

Shen Le shrugged. It was right that he didn't figure it out. It would be strange if he figured it out.

Generally speaking, the whole country has been liberated, so how can we allow a small place to resist?
To put it in a more specific way, would the will of the local serfs no longer be the will of the people? Wouldn't their beliefs shift when the local serfs saw the hope of turning over a new leaf?

At this time, how many people would still believe in the local religion and allow those local practitioners to peel off their skin to make drums, dig out their bones to make ritual instruments, and cut their internal organs to make sacrifices?

——When cattle and sheep are killed, they will cry out twice!
"You know that those who have a little bit of sorcery are most afraid of masculine righteousness. After a few shells, everything will be gone!"

Shen Le smiled and gave him a thumbs up, pointing to the road on the left. The chatterbox turned the steering wheel and immediately turned:
"These roads were built bit by bit with the help of the local government. Otherwise, with the limited manpower and resources on the plateau, how long would it take to complete the construction?"

Unfortunately, human power is limited. We can build roads, tunnels, and railways, but we cannot change the local climate.

Shen Le looked up and looked left and right, looking at the barren hills covered with bushes and weeds, with yaks grazing slowly on them. He sighed helplessly:

The altitude and rainfall are here, so this area is so barren and cannot be changed. Otherwise, what if we really break through the Himalayas to let the moisture from the south come in?
That was just an idea of the Idea King...

"There's a temple up here...? Are we going to the temple?"

Above the shoulder swallows, the green light in the lion's eyes became brighter and brighter. One shoulder swallow was on the driver's left hand side, and the other was on Shen Le's right hand side. Between the two green lights, a clear intersection could be seen.

Shen Le murmured unsurely:
"…I think so? Anyway, why don't we just go up and take a look?"

There is no road from the highway to the temple, only a small path trampled by people and yaks.

The off-road vehicle roared with difficulty, crossing the meadow and the bushes, and climbing up the hill. After finally climbing to the top of the hill, Shen Le stood beside the car, and the whole person was a little dazed:

"Wait, this is... a school?"

It was very obvious when viewed from below that huge piles of rubble were piled up into a stone pile at the highest peak of the hill.

On top of the pile of stones, a snow-white - or it should have been snow-white - tower-like building stood majestically.

From the top of the tower, there were dozens of ropes tugging at all directions, with bright or faded flags fluttering...

Looking from the foot of the mountain, behind the pile of rocks, the white wall is shaded by the blue sky, and it is clear that there is a house. What else could this house be if not a temple?
However, when they desperately climbed up the mountain, they found that there was no temple, no palace, no Buddha statue, and no thick, lingering incense.

A narrow but cement road winds from the opposite hillside to the front of the house. Inside the courtyard wall, the sound of reading can be heard:

"Looking eastwards at Jieshi, I can see the vast ocean... The water is so calm, and the mountains and islands stand tall..."

"Looking eastwards at Jieshi, I can see the vast ocean... The water is so calm, and the mountains and islands stand tall..."

"Teacher, what does the ocean look like? Is it a body of water as big as Yangyong Gyatso?"

"The vast ocean... that is a very vast expanse of water, many, many times larger than Yangyong Gyatso... many, many times larger...

We left the plateau and walked eastward along the Yangtze River until we reached a place where we could no longer walk, and that was the seaside..."

Shen Le stood quietly outside the door, head lowered and motionless. The two shoulders he held in his arms seemed to sense his mood, and the green light in their eyes no longer expanded or contracted.

After the teacher finished teaching a poem called "Viewing the Sea", he led the students to recite it from beginning to end, and then he said loudly:
"get out of class is over! Let's go out and play for a while!"

"get out of class is over! get out of class is over!!!"

The voices of more than a dozen children suddenly rose high. Shen Le watched the heavy iron door creak open, and watched the children run out cheering;

The first child stopped and stared at him in surprise, then yelled and turned back:

"Teacher! Teacher! We have guests!"

After a commotion, the teacher came out of the courtyard gate and invited them in. At first glance, Shen Le didn't even know how old he was:
Perhaps only in his 20s, his eyes were unusually bright and his expression was very vivid;
Maybe it was because he was in his 30s, his steps were already a little heavy, and his breathing wasn’t as brisk;

He might even be in his 40s. His face was dark red, red with black, with wrinkles piled up one after another, and there were obviously white hairs on his temples...

"Hello, are you..." Shen Le had already quickly scanned the courtyard wall and did not find any sign with "XX Primary School":

"Teacher here?"

"Ah, I just give them extra lessons from time to time." The teacher led them inside. Pushing open a door, Shen Le was immediately attracted by the dazzling array of portraits:
"Thangka, thangka, thangka... a thangka that is halfway done... are you... a painter?"

"I guess so." The teacher smiled leisurely and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Shen Le:

"I am a thangka artist named Langga Zhaxi - this is the address of my online shop. The city is too noisy and I can't find the feeling, so I rented a house here.

Sometimes the children of the herdsmen around here come to me, and I give them extra lessons..."

He looked over Shen Le's shoulder and raised his eyes:

"These children cannot go to good schools in the city, so they can only go to schools in nearby villages. If they can get into high school with my tutoring, they may be able to go to college. If they can't get into high school..."

If you can't get into high school, you can get into a better technical secondary school or vocational school, at least you can learn a skill and go to the city to earn money in the future, which is always more than working as a worker.

Even if they really can't pass the exam, in their youth, they have heard of Jieshi and the vast sea. Maybe one of them can walk down the plateau and go to the seaside to have a look...

Shen Le added silently in his heart. The teacher smiled, picked up the brushes and paints closest to him, asked Shen Le and the other two to sit down, and poured them each a cup of milk tea:
"What about you? Are you tourists?"

"Ah... I am..."

Shen Le was silent for a moment, then decided to tell the truth. He opened the two small boxes, turned his shoulders around, and showed the young teacher the lion's eyes:

"I'm a cultural relic restorer. This time I came here to find two pieces of turquoise to give them eyes."

"You found me here?"

Langga Zhaxi was surprised. He leaned over and took a closer look at Shen Le's repaired shoulder, and exclaimed:
"This shape, these lines - it feels like it's alive and can roar at any time! No wonder you want to find eyes for it. Ordinary eyes are not worthy of it!"

He stood up generously and led Shen Le inside:
"Come on, I have a lot of nice turquoise here, you can pick whatever you want! Once you pick one, I'll sell it to you at the same price as the purchase price, and I won't make a penny from you!"

Shen Le smiled, did not refuse, stood up and followed him in. Mineral pigments are often used to make thangkas, such as cinnabar, realgar, malachite, etc.
Langga Zhaxi is obviously a craftsman who abides by the rules of the trade. In the paint cabinet is a row of turquoises of various sizes, some of which have been ground into powder, while others still retain their original shape.

Shen Le held the two shoulders and looked at them one by one, and was very impressed by the ingredients he used:

Some of them are as good as gemstones!
"How is it? Do you like anything?"

"No..." Shen Le raised his shoulders in embarrassment.
“They don’t look down on…”

"Uh……"

Shoulder swallowing yourself look down upon?
Is this mainlander lying, joking, or serious?
Langga Zhaxi was silent and confused for a while. His reason told him that Shen Le was talking nonsense, but his intuition told him that there was an inexplicable force on Shen Le and the two shoulders.

It was a bit like the power he felt from the oldest and most precious Buddha statues when he went to worship in the temple, but a little different...

After a pause, I simply pushed open the door to the inner room and turned on the light:
"Now that we're here, take a look at these!"

Shen Le subconsciously raised his head and uttered a soft "Wow". When the light was turned on, the compassionate and solemn face of the Buddha looked down at him;
Turning my sight again, inside the inner room, on the walls, tables, and shelves, there are all kinds of thangkas, shining brightly, with all kinds of gemstones shining brightly:

Turquoise inlaid in necklaces, crowns and ritual implements;
The coral inlaid on the clothes;

The lapis lazuli on the armor of the guardian deity;

In Tara's hand, the pearl on the lotus...

No way, if you really like the turquoise on a thangka, would you really be willing to give it to me?
Before he had finished thinking, his hands suddenly felt hot. The two lions turned their heads at the same time, and two green lights were cast into the deepest part of the room at the same time:

Although the portrait being enshrined is not a thangka, its solemnity and compassion far surpass any other thangka!
(End of this chapter)