I have been to Seda. Tell me about it.

There is a place where people who have never been to see photos online, and the first word that comes to mind is: shock; People who have been there come back to describe it, and the first word that comes out of their mouths is: shock! This place is Seda Larong Wuming Buddhist College-the largest Tibetan Buddhist college in the world. The dense red shacks, the splendid "Tancheng" on the top of the mountain and the quiet and bright blue starry sky all create spectacular and unique scenery. The most touching are the devout temple Lama, Jim and the pilgrims crawling along the way. In short, this is the Buddhist country of the soul, the place where faith returns, and you must go to a shocking place in this life!

The distance of 730 kilometers, not too far, not too close, actually walked for 2 days. Sure, there's a stop in the middle. I went to Kannonji, Guanyinqiao Town for half a day (about 3 hours) and went to the celestial burial platform on this side of the mountain for half a day (about 3 hours). Along the way, pilgrims can be seen crawling forward through the window. They came from different places to worship in Seda. It is said that many of them took years to arrive, some of them died halfway, and finally their companions arrived at the college with ashes and photos. It is said that there are many photos of this pilgrim beside the prayer wheel. I always have a feeling when I think about this.

The tourist bus we took can only drive to the parking lot of the Buddhist College, and then take our luggage up a slope of several hundred meters to the bus departure station inside the Buddhist College, and queue up to enter the "Laronggou". It may be because only one bus and one CMB were transshipped, and two buses and three CMB were transshipped during Spring Festival travel rush. Anyway, they are all crowded together, because many people, including those who drive private cars, have to park their cars in the parking lot outside the Buddhist College.

The bus passes through the "Lama District" and reaches the terminal "Juemu District". There are two things to explain here: First, Lao Yi and I are "lucky", which is actually three pieces of high consumption. CMB actually pays more than public transportation. I was huddled under the front windshield with a pile of luggage, and he was huddled with several girls. On the hood; Secondly, in Tibetan areas, male practitioners are collectively called "Lama" and female practitioners are collectively called "Juemu". There are also villages in Laronggou. The villages painted yellow by the bus in turn are "Lama District" which is almost as red as the villages, and the size of "Juemu District" is almost the sum of villages and "Lama District". Coupled with the absolute majority of women in our car, it can be seen that women's demand and persistence in faith!

Many people have an impression of many red houses in Seda, which is very mysterious. In fact, it's like a slum in India or a curtilage village in Hong Kong. Each house is almost less than 10 square meter, and the interior furnishings are very few. No furniture. Apart from the statues of Buddhist temples, there is only one mattress (meditation or sleeping), but the architectural style is unified, and the roof and external walls are painted with red paint. It is conceivable that the life of practitioners here is simple and even hard.

From the "Juemu District" parking lot halfway up the mountain to the Larong Hotel at the top of the mountain, you have to go through several main halls (Chuanjing Hall, Debate Hall, Dazhai Hall, etc. ), and then there are two roads. One is a cement road that can travel around the mountain; One is 324 steps, almost straight. The tour guide "Ji Mei Dorje" is a Kangba boy. Of course, he will take us to the shortcut. I never thought that these 324 steps would make many "useless" people have "high rebellion" If you are empty-handed, you should be able to get up, walk for a while and have a rest, but if you walk with a heavy load, it is not only unusual, but also scary. However, who will return empty-handed? ! Less, like me or Lao Yi, each has a backpack; Many, suitcases, backpacks, handbags; Especially for girls, in order to take pictures, they may bring several sets of different styles of clothes accessories. That guy, a lot! ! Now, it's all a burden, it's all a burden! ! !

What I remember most clearly is a tall girl (probably 172), wearing a tulle skirt and high heels, dragging a big box, carrying two big handbags and a small purse. After only a few steps, she looked pale and faltered. And her two female companions, also attend to their own affairs. Because they were on another tour bus, I ignored her at first, but helped a Beijing girl with a box climb the steps. After a short walk, I saw her throw the box and bag aside and sit on the steps, looking as if she were going to die.

On the one hand, "doing nothing" is the basic accomplishment of Buddhist learners, on the other hand, I am a "meddling" and "cherishing jade" person, so I still can't help but walk over and help her carry the box to the 324 steps while giving her the oxygen I prepared for first aid.

With great efforts, everyone finally reached the Laron Hotel at the top of the mountain and went back to their rooms to repair it. After a while, the sun began to set slowly. Lao Yi and several "strong" friends and I came out of the hotel in the same car and climbed to another higher hill to see the sunset and the night view of the whole ditch bottom. Although very tired, I was still infected and intoxicated by the scenery in front of me. I can't enjoy the spectacular scenery here until I get there. Many scenes and feelings, even the language and words are pale. I can only describe them like this-in one word, beauty; Two words, very beautiful; Three words, very beautiful; Ten words, a beauty that shocks the soul!

After listening to the evening self-study in the Chuanjing Hall at the foot of the mountain, I dragged my tired body, especially my legs, climbed the 324 steps again and returned to the Larong Hotel at the top of the mountain. Silent valleys and bright starry sky along the way, too busy to enjoy. Passing through the hotel corridor, I only heard people who suffered from "high rebellion" crying in ghosts and howling in wolves, and suddenly realized that heaven and hell are often the same place. For everyone, the difference lies in their own practice. (In the early morning, someone was taken to the county hospital by ambulance, ending the spiritual journey ahead of schedule. )

In Seda, there are many things that shock my whole body and mind, and there are too many strong contrasts with the secular. For example, when we arrived in Seda after noon 1 1, we saw an old man worshipping on a special pilgrimage board. I saw him kneeling after studying at night; We got up at 6 o'clock the next morning and found that he was still worshipping (I don't know if he stayed up all night or got up earlier than us). The snow on the board next to him was already thick, but hers was still clean. In the afternoon, I passed by and found that she had been worshipping. This is the power of faith!

The so-called faith, in my opinion, may be a spiritual sustenance, which I am constantly looking for. In the eyes of people with faith, people without faith are sad. Fortunately, I have been sad, and how lucky I am to find something I can trust in Seda. Perhaps this is the so-called "fate".

Speaking of the fate with Seda, I can't help but think of an old story-

In the early 1980s, King Jinmei Pengcuo of Ruyibao applied to the relevant government departments to establish Larong Wuming Buddhist College in Seda. At that time, my uncle happened to be in charge of ethnic, religious and United front work in the state capital and attached great importance to this application. In the spirit and style of "from the masses, to the masses", he personally led a team to Seda for field investigation, and put forward requirements and suggestions to Jinmei Pengcuo, and finally approved the application, which successfully completed the Lalong Wuming Buddhist College. Afterwards, the French king Ruyibao invited my uncle to visit the completed Buddhist College many times, but the latter was busy with government affairs and could not make it. But he never imagined that after more than 20 years in the blink of an eye, this old friend who knew each other and cherished each other had already left the world forever!

I came to Seda this time because Lao Yi's wife, who lives in Singapore, is a disciple of Larong Wuming Buddhist College and wants to go on a pilgrimage. However, due to physical reasons, she could not visit the holy land in person, so she entrusted her husband to realize her wish. Lao Yi and I are bosom friends and Buddhists, so we were invited to go with her. So, I witnessed the last "pure land" in this legendary world!

Kind and carefree.

The Vatican City, the sanctuary, has its real significance.

Conscience will take care of you and me

Zi zai prajna paramita

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