Chapter 208

Leaving those devout Buddhists far behind, Zhao Hanyun continued to walk up the steps of Potala Palace step by step. Originally, he could fly up with Zhao Hanyun's ability, but on this stone step, Zhao always felt that he was being watched, after all, he was not his own territory, so he had better be safe.

There are white walls on both sides. Zhao Hanyun walks on the top and looks at the scenery along the road. Because it's morning, the buildings he looks up to see are bathed in golden sunshine. Along the way, many tour guides are leading, explaining and looking at the landscape. Most tourists are devout and awed.

Along with Zhao Hanyun's progress, gradually some red ochre things on the wall look like the ashes of brushing the wall.

"What is this?" Secretly touched a look, Zhao Hanyun determined that this is not his imagination of the wall ash, but like a kind of grass corruption.

"This is white horse grass." Just when Zhao Hanyun plans to go forward again and look carefully, a voice comes from behind Zhao Hanyun. The hand that was still stretching forward naturally comes back. Zhao Hanyun calmly turns around and looks at her. An ordinary looking old man looks at her with a smile. Although she is wearing something ordinary, Zhao Hanyun always feels that something is wrong.

"Tell me about it, sir." Although I don't know who the man is, Zhao Hanyun, who has gone astray because he doesn't know what the reason is, says that some people are better than none. It's also good for someone to come up and explain to himself. The little ball doesn't know what's going on, and now she doesn't say a word in her arms.

The old man said with a smile: "Baima grass is a kind of wall building material. Baima grass itself is a kind of Tamarix ramosissima. It is dried in autumn, peeled, tied into fistful thick bundles with cowhide rope, and piled neatly under the eaves. It is equivalent to building another wall outside the wall. Then they tamp it layer by layer, fix it with nails, and then dye it with color. "

"Sir, this is very troublesome!" Zhao Hanyun looks at the ten storey building in front of him. According to my uncle, does it not mean that the Potala Palace is a great working people who spent a lot of manpower and material resources to build it today!

"The manufacturing process of Baima grass is complex, and the utilization rate is low, so the common people can't afford to use it. Therefore, it has become one of the symbols of the social class of old Tibet without exception." The master nodded and followed Zhao Hanyun to enjoy the magnificent building in front of him. He said with some emotion: "this is the treasure left by our ancestors!"

Zhao Hanyun did not speak. He felt it quietly. After a long time, he found that there was no sound behind him. The old man who was just behind him disappeared.

"Little ball, who is he?" After looking around, he still didn't find the old man's trace. Then he suddenly found that he was not alert to the old man from the beginning. He poked the little ball in his arms with some fear. Zhao Hanyun was glad that the visitor didn't mean her any harm, otherwise

The little ball, who had been silent for a long time, finally opened his mouth: "a monk, Xiao yunyun, do you think he will come to catch me?" The old man was afraid to move as soon as he got close to him. Although his clothes were no different from those of ordinary people, he was afraid of the Buddha nature. If he was not sure that he had no malice to Xiao yunyun, he would fight with him even if he was caught.

"Monk