The temple is small in size now, and I was the only visitor that day. There is no incense and voice, only the spectacular white tower, the elegant Buddhist hall, the murals of the Qing Dynasty, the silent lamas and the devout pilgrims tell the past and present life here in peace. The Tibetan driver, in his tone, told with regret that Zhang Guoqian went to the center of his own independence, and was frustrated by the fierce battle with the lama soldiers in the temple, and was annoyed to order the killing of the lama in the temple, destroying the story of this large-scale lama temple in Sichuan and Tibet. I just wanted to keep saying, “Why, bammy?”