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Chapter 95

Qing Huan mumbled, wanting to speak, but didn't know what to say.

The master turned around with a smile, "Next time, goodbye..."

Qing Huan looked back at Keanu and Ziheng in surprise, "Master, are you talking to me?"

Ziheng smiled, "I think so. The master is prophesying that you will definitely come again in the future and meet the master again."

Just as they were stunned, the crowd suddenly became commotion, "Ah, look, there is sunshine, the sun will come out soon!"

"This time I am really fortunate to be able to see the sunrise on the mountain, which is great!"

Keanu definitely has professional qualities. When everyone was looking forward to seeing the holy scene with their naked eyes, Keanu had already taken out the camera and installed the special lens for shooting the sun. A moment comes.

The world is quiet, only the nervous breathing and heartbeat can be heard...

But Qing Huan began to feel dizzy—the scene in front of her was strangely familiar, as if she had seen it before, as if she had been heartbroken...

Qing Huan's heartbeat became faster and faster, and her breathing became more and more rapid. Zi Heng felt that when he turned around, he saw Qing Huan falling backwards... Zi Heng exclaimed, "Qing Huan!" Suddenly submerged in an exclamation—the sun that had just risen was suddenly covered by clouds and mists in the sky, and the sunrise on the sacred mountain that was about to come true turned into nothing again...

Keanu, Ziheng, and a few tourists hurriedly carried Qing Huan back to the inn room.The proprietress came to see and comforted everyone, saying that Qing Huan was just tired all the way, didn't sleep well, and didn't eat in the morning, so he suffered from the old problem of low blood sugar.

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I don't know if it's because of the bizarre experience this morning, Qing Huan suddenly became curious about the Buddhist temple.Keanu was going to take pictures of the snow-capped mountains, but Qing Huan didn't follow him, but instead went to the largest monastery in the area.

In the temple, Sanskrit sounds are faint.Amidst the curling cigarettes, a row of shiny brass huge prayer wheels stands sacredly on the colonnade.Qing Huan saluted devoutly, dipped his palm in butter from Zhike monk, walked slowly up the corridor, and turned the prayer wheel like the locals.

Qinghuan looked back at Ziheng and said, "I don't know why, I think I've been here before..."

Ziheng smiled, "The name here translates into Chinese as 'White Horse Temple'. It is said that when Princess Wencheng entered Tibet, there was a white horse carrying scriptures; a white horse died of exhaustion when it arrived here. To commemorate the scriptures The dead white horse built this monastery."

Qing Huan listened carefully.

Ziheng added, "I just chatted with the Zhike monk, and he said that the name of this monastery actually has another meaning, which is called - the return of the soul."

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With a strange feeling, Qing Huan raised his camera and wanted to take pictures of the people who came to worship.But he was stopped by the Zhike monk.

Ziheng reminded Qinghuan softly, "Worshiping is sacred. People are devout at this time, so you can't just take photos casually."

Qing Huan nodded and sincerely apologized to the Zhike monk.

The Zhike monk smiled heartily, "Actually, it's not just that. In fact, the temple has been opened as a tourist attraction, so proper shooting is not a big problem. The real problem is—" Zhike monk pointed to those kind-hearted Tibetans, " Many believers come from remote pastoral areas. They don’t know much about cameras, so they don’t understand why such a “small box” like a camera can display their images on photos with a single click. So there is a legend here, if If he is filmed in the temple, his soul is taken away, and he can never return to this land, and can never be reincarnated."

Ziheng smiled and saluted the Zhike monk to show that he understood.

Qing Huan stood there in a daze.In the curling cigarette, she held the camera in her hand, and she had a question in her heart - did she choose the dream of photography, did it also have something to do with the soul?Just like the name of this temple means "the soul returns", so does the camera in her hand carry a soul back here?

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The snow-covered plateau is a magical land, and everyone who comes here feels that their bodies and minds have been washed away by the clean wind.This is the place on earth closest to the sky, where the sky, grassland and lake water are all the purest.

Therefore, the strange experiences she encountered did not scare Qing Huan, on the contrary, she felt that there was a kind of fate bound in the dark, as if she had been here before, as if she had known that she would definitely come here .

On the square in front of the Potala Palace, Qing Huan looked up at the pure white palace standing on top of the mountain, and his heart floated like a white cloud in the blue sky.Ziheng smiled, "What's the matter, you look so serious?"

Qing Huan smiled and raised the camera, "You know, Wang Zuxian and Qi Qin once said that if they get married in the future, they will come here..."

Ziheng laughed, "Do you really think the two of them can get married? How many times have they separated and reunited?"

Qing Huan looked back with a warm smile, "I don't know if these stars can grow in love forever, but I believe that at least when they say such a wish, their hearts will be pious and pure."

Ziheng looked at Qinghuan in surprise.With Qing Huan's character, he thought she would be a fairy tale-like love that would last forever.

Qing Huan clicked the shutter, "Is love a lifetime or just a moment? In fact, is a lifetime a long time? Compared with this world, a person's life is just a moment, right? So, how can we measure a love simply by the length of time?" Turning his eyes, black and white eyes gleamed in the clear world, "So, as long as it is true love, I don't mind if it can't last forever, as long as it can last forever." When we are together, love each other well..."

Ziheng was shocked.

As if her heart suddenly opened up, Qing Huan smiled lightly, moved quickly, and quickly pressed the shutter.The light hair flutters in the transparent wind, and the top of the hair is shrouded in a holy light by the clear sunshine of the plateau.Ziheng stared in a daze and couldn't help asking, "Are you filming the Potala Palace? There are too many people filming the Potala Palace. It's not easy for such a film to be successful."

Qing Huan looked back and smiled, "Yes, I was taking pictures of the Potala Palace. But I was not taking pictures of the Potala Palace on the mountain, but the Potala Palace in my eyes!"

(Next update preview: Guess, who is coming? O(∩_∩)O~)

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[The fifth of the eighth watch. 】

Small explanation: This paragraph of Su wrote Qing Huan's dream with more pen and ink.It is hoped that Qinghuan not only has love, but also has her own ideals and career, so that she can be more worthy of the love of Qingjin and Ziheng.

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