Chapter 63: Winter Solstice Heading North
At Gonggar Airport, an Airbus from Shanghai landed slowly. When the plane glided to the ground, a woman who had been dozing off since boarding the plane woke up slowly in the front seat of the first-class cabin amidst a slight turbulence. When she yawned and stretched, at least two-thirds of the male passengers in the first-class cabin around her glanced over at her.
The remaining one-third all had female friends sitting next to them, but their eyes were still eager.
The Airbus landed and glided to the terminal. A man in his thirties wearing an Armani suit sat next to the woman. He stretched out his right hand, revealing a green Rolex Submariner on his wrist. He smiled politely and said, "I see you've been sleeping since you got on the plane. Sorry to disturb you. Can I get to know you? Qi Zhengrong, I'm from Shanghai and I'm here to hang out in northern Tibet."
After stretching, the woman put her hands down, casually exchanged greetings with the man, and said with a smile: "Thank you, I don't like being disturbed when I'm sleeping."
As the two of them started talking, two-thirds of the men in the first class cabin almost all started beating their chests and stamping their feet in annoyance. Basically, they all had a thought of regret in their minds: why didn't I bring it up first?
This woman looks neither like the 20-year-old Yang Yuying, nor like the 25-year-old Li Jiaxin, nor like the mature 30-something Maggie Cheung. She is not stunningly beautiful, and her figure is far from the slender waist, long legs, and perfect figure. But just by sitting there, she can arouse a man's desire to conquer her.
temperament!
This is probably what this woman is talking about.
The plane glided to the terminal. The woman stood up and opened her suitcase, wanting to take her own carry-on suitcase. Before she could reach out, an arm suddenly stretched out from the side. When he raised his arm, a Patek Philippe watch inadvertently appeared on his wrist.
"My luggage is right next to yours. Let me help you get it down." The man who helped her with the luggage looked like an uncle, perhaps around 40 years old. He exuded a sense of Takeshi Kaneshiro. When he spoke, his voice seemed to be deliberately lowered, making him look particularly magnetic.
"Thank you for your help," the woman smiled, as if she had long been accustomed to this situation, the kind where everyone is the center of attention.
"My company sent a car to pick me up. If it's convenient, can I take you there?" When the middle-aged man saw her reply, his face suddenly lit up.
Qi Zhengrong, who had spoken first, suddenly interrupted and said, "My car has always been parked at the airport. I take time out every month to go on a pilgrimage to the Potala Palace. I can take you wherever you want to go."
The woman pulled out the handle from the suitcase and said, "It seems that it would be inappropriate for me to refuse anyone, so I won't bother you. I will take the car "
The uncle and Qi Zhengrong looked at each other, and sparks instantly flew in their eyes. Both of them thought that the other had stolen their wonderful experience, and their teeth almost chattered.
Ten minutes later, the woman pulled her suitcase out of the airport VIP channel, and when she came to the exit, she lined up to hail a taxi.
"Tap tap tap, tap tap tap." A series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded behind her, and Qi Zhengrong ran over quickly: "It's still in time. The parking lot is nearby. It's more convenient than taking a taxi, right?"
“The place I’m going to might be a little far…”
"It doesn't matter. In my eyes, there is no distance between you and me," Qi Zhengrong said excitedly.
Two and a half hours later, Qi Zhengrong realized how far it was. The car drove out of the airport, passed the Potala Palace, and then drove forward for about less than a hundred kilometers. There was already no one living around. If it went further, it would almost enter the northern Tibet area. If it drove another 500 kilometers, it would be the border.
If it weren't for the fact that the woman sitting next to him had some human energy coming out of her, Qi Zhengrong would have been scared to death because it was getting dark.
Around seven o'clock in the evening, the car drove to the foot of a mountain. There were towering rocks all around and endless mountain peaks. Suddenly, the woman said "stop the car", which scared Qi Zhengrong.
"Stop the car?" Qi Zhengrong asked in disbelief after glancing outside.
"Yes, I'll get off here," the woman nodded.
"Gulp." Qi Zhengrong swallowed his saliva and pointed outside the car window and said, "There's nothing here. No, why are you parking here?"
"I'm here," the woman said calmly, then pushed open the car door and said, "Open the trunk, I want to take out the box."
Qi Zhengrong opened the trunk in a daze. After the woman took out the suitcase, she stretched out her hand and said, "Sorry for the trouble. The distance is indeed a bit far."
Qi Zhengrong was about to cry. This place was too remote. If he drove back by himself, he would easily fall down in fear. But he was more curious about where this woman could go after getting off the car here?
"I'm going to the mountains, and your car can't drive, so just go back."
"Um, can you add me on WeChat or call me?" Qi Zhengrong asked tentatively.
"I will be heading back from Gonggar Airport in three days. If you see me again, I will tell you." The woman opened the suitcase, took out a jacket and put it on , then waved her hand and left: "Goodbye."
Qi Zhengrong sighed and asked, "Can you at least ask for the name?"
"My name is Wang Dongzhi..."
Wang Dongzhi picked up the suitcase and walked up the mountain. Qi Zhengrong raised his head in confusion and vaguely saw a light halfway up the mountain. He took out his mobile phone to find the location, then searched for the address. After a while, a few lines of words appeared on the phone page.
"Nanga Bawa Peak is 7,782 meters above sea level. The top of the mountain is covered with snow and mist all year round... From the foot of the mountain to 500 meters above sea level, there is a Lama temple called Xiaozhao Temple."
More than half an hour later, Wang Dongzhi walked easily up the mountain and arrived at the gate of Jokhang Temple. The lights in the temple were flickering, and he could vaguely see lamas doing evening prayers and hear the sound of chanting scriptures.
Wang Dongzhi stood in front of the temple gate and said in a clear voice: "I am Wang Dongzhi from the Wang family of Chaoge and I have come to the Jokhang Temple to visit His Holiness Sangmurenche!"
Wang Dongzhi never stepped into the temple. Although most lama temples do not prohibit women from entering, the most orthodox practicing lamas are somewhat taboo about this. This Jokhang Temple has a very long history, dating back more than a thousand years. The reincarnation of its living Buddhas is not subject to interference from any organization or administrative unit, and it has formed its own system.
Wang Dongzhi went all the way north, what was his purpose?
