Notes on the first day:
I was tired only one word, three steps and one beating every time. It was too exhausting. I only traveled eight miles on the first day. When I was resting at night, I was already swollen and painful, but I still had to keep my energy in my mind. I set up a tent. Even if it was modified, I could resist the body of the pistol bullets. I also shook my forehead and knees when I walked. The old herder's name was Lan La. He took out the Tibetan medicinal wine and applied it to everyone.
Notes on the second day:
I just knelt on the ground, my forehead and knees were swollen and painful, my muscles were moaning, and the sun shone on me. I don’t know how I persevered today. Countless temptations made me always have the idea of ​​getting rid of this suffering. Do I have to use this method to realize the truth? There are other methods, which is just asceticism. The sages have said that asceticism cannot be realized. I was thinking that if there were no other six people urging me at all times, maybe I would not be able to persevere today. When I rest at night, I would not even be able to persist in daily meditation.
Notes on the third day:
A chaotic swelling and pain penetrated the whole body. Even the skin that could resist the bullets was worn out, and blood penetrated the knees. "Stand up, I won't do this kind of practice!" - This kind of thought is as strong as a person in the desert longing for water, and it flows in his heart. Thinking that such a life will take more than a year, he exudes despair from the bottom of his heart. I don't know that I am so fragile.
Notes on the Fourth Day:
I was sick and had a fever. When I lay down in the morning, I couldn't get up. Finally, I got up under the insistence of Jade Spirit. I was a little numb. I continued my hard life today. The accumulated pain made me scream in a low howl.
Notes on the fifth day:
Keep moving forward and keep moving forward. Today I completed Jiuli Road. I stroked my bloody knees. Is this a life for people? The other six people were no longer angry, only Lao Lanla insisted on building a tent. I stood up shakingly and went to help him.
Notes on the Sixth Day:
At noon today, while I was having a meal and resting, a herder who was walking with me started crying. It turned out that they would also feel hard. Seeing him crying, I could hardly bear the tears.
Notes on the Seventh Day:
Finally, the person who cried yesterday could not hold on. Lao Lanla was yelling something. Although he was not very familiar with the language, he still understood it a little. It means that even a Han man (referring to myself) insisted on it. As a Tibetan, he couldn't hold on. Seeing him become a deserter, the idea of ​​following him suddenly grew stronger, almost causing me to ask for a stop.
Notes on the Eighth Day:
In the tent at night, I stroked the blood on my forehead, and the tears finally couldn't bear it. A real man shed blood and did not shed tears. If there was no way, I believe that many people would persevere, but if they could get rid of such pain at any time, there were not many people who could still persevere.
Notes on the Ninth Day:
The pain seemed to have begun to ease, but in fact, I knew it was already numb. During lunch, Tibetans who passed by me specially sent butter tea, which showed admiration from their eyes.
Notes on the 10th day:
Today, I finally left the path and walked to the avenue built by the government. I knelt next to the highway three steps and one kneeling, which attracted the attention of many people, especially when I told me that I was a little ashamed, but I ignored them. No matter what, kneeling on a stone is still different from kneeling on a highway. The former is really painful.
Notes on the 15th day:
There were foreigners taking photos and watching, but I ignored it. Now my face is so thick that I don’t even have any waves. I just kneel down on my own. My knees seem to have undergone special evolution, and with thick calluses, my clothes have been worn out and have been stitched twice. I know I have all smells.
Notes on the Twentieth Day:
From pain to numbness, from torture to peace, I found the feeling of cultivation again. Every time I kneel down and worship, I had a different enlightenment. I didn’t have time to think about what life is.
Notes on the 28th:
We have arrived in a rare area, and the road below will be even harder to walk. When I was resting at noon, I was just under a snow mountain. I watched the snowy mountain that seemed to be eternal. I listened to the little stream flowing. For some reason, I suddenly burst into tears.
Notes on the 34th day:
The blizzard was very big. Fortunately, my tent was specially made, larger and warm, so the six people were crowded together. I already knew a little Tibetan. When I went to bed at night, since I didn’t pray to the Buddha, Mabu asked me: “We are for the Buddha, why are you for?”
Notes on the 39th day:
The sackcloth died. When he passed through a narrow road, he did not stand firm and rolled down. We all slowly climbed down. I was the first to go down. One of his eyes had burst out and was covered in blood. When he felt us coming down, he seemed to struggle and smiled and said, but I didn't hear it clearly. He died in a few minutes. No one had the energy anymore. I struggled to find a tree, cut it down, and it took a day to cremate him.
Notes on the 43rd day:
Shazara was sick and had a high fever. I boiled water for him and gave him pills, but it seemed useless. I knew that this was a long-term hard work and hollowed out his body. Lao Lanla was chanting the scriptures next to her, which was said to be able to drive away the disease, but I clearly saw that the body radiance on his body was already weak.
Notes on the 46th day:
Shazara stopped breathing, he died peacefully, and another tent was burned. What was life? My heart was particularly peaceful.
Notes on Day 51:
Finally we walked out of this rare area. In a tent, we were warmly welcomed. The herdsmen respected the people like us who were facing the mountains, so they were very surprised when they knew that I was a Han Chinese. In fact, at that time, I could no longer see the difference from the outside.
Notes on the 55th day:
Momola broke his bones and stayed. Our team had become three people. I don’t know what he thought, but I didn’t ask, each person’s choice was different.
Notes on the Sixty-two:
I arrived at a no-person area again. As I walked, Bacuo suddenly fell to the ground. He was the most peaceful one among us. He had no breath when he landed on the ground. When I was burned, I said in relatively fluent Tibetan: "Lao Lanla, do you think he will return to the Buddha's arms?" He answered firmly: "Yes!"
Notes on the Sixty-eighth day:
Lao Lan was killed. This was something I had expected, because I watched his life fade day after day. It was already a great thing to be able to persevere until now. I was not sad or panic, but just burned his tent and body. Why do I complain about asking for kindness and getting kindness? If I love someone, I have to let him leave without regrets.
Notes on the Sixty-nine Day:
I was alone. When I was resting at noon, I was alone at the foot of a mountain. I felt that my will was truly condensed into a piece. Walking in the snow-capped mountains, I folded a wild flower and listened quietly to this piece of nature. When drinking water by the stream, I saw a savage full of beard, fluffy hair and torn clothes.
Notes on the Seventy-three:
I walked faster by myself. I solemnly knelt on the ground, kneeling heavily on the ground with my extra heart and heart. What I kneel down is the heaven, the great way, and my own heart!
Notes on the 89th:
When I knelt on the ground, I felt a heavy blow for the first time, as if a mountain was pressing on my body. What was this? I didn't want to know. I struggled to move forward. Although every time I knelt on my knees, I felt that something was hit hard, making it difficult for me to move forward.
Notes on the Ninety-Nine Day:
I climbed up again, although they seemed to be saying something, I didn't want to know who they were and what purpose they had. The unique coldness of the monks made me ignore all this. The pressure today seemed particularly heavy, and I slowly got up again, and no one could let me spit out a word.
Notes on the 106th day:
I arrived at a settlement again. I didn't say that I was a Han person. I drank butter tea and never thought it was hard to drink anymore. There was a lama here. He looked at me in surprise and even a little scared, and the ones behind me.
Notes on the 126th day:
When I knelt down on the ground again, there seemed to be a "boom" sound between my eyebrows. I was rushed out by an invisible and powerful force and fell ten meters away. But unlike the days before, this force seemed to come from within me. They were dispersed and no one dared to get close to me.
Notes on the 147th day:
The rain-like light fell from the sky, and I saw countless shining shadows, just like films playing in front of me. I don’t know where they came from and where they went. I walked among them, but I was like walking among stones, but it was just wilderness, but nothing.
Notes on the 166th day:
The deep and huge power rose up on its own. I saw that wherever I went, there was no stop, and my surroundings became more and more lonely, and even the original sound was gone. I knew that this power was growing day by day, but I was not happy. I was like a lost person in the dark, asking for the truth of all times, "to the sky", "to myself", and "to the great way".
Notes on the 188th day:
There is no sign of my kneeling step by step. The shadow that rushes to appear in front of me for a few days is gone. Perhaps the only one who can give me the answer is myself!
Notes on Day 21:
It was already spring, the snow water melted, and there was a lake in front of me. I stepped on the water surface, as if I was stepping on the earth. The spirit and body seemed to be no different. I knelt on the water surface and hit the water heavily. Seeing the panicked fish under the water, there seemed to be a surprised female voice coming from behind. I knew that it was a shepherd girl, and she knelt down to me.
Notes on the 220th day:
The girl followed me, but she didn't dare to get close to me. I smiled and broke a flower from a wild tree and gave it to her. She seemed to be crying bitterly. I saw piety in her eyes. She did not follow her anymore because I rejected her. My rejection could make her understand my will without saying it.
Notes on the 267th day:
I saw those who built the railways. They watched curiously, but not long after, one of them drove them all back and some offered Hada, but I still walked through them by myself. When I passed a piece of wood building, the construction people around me made way out and let me go first.
Notes on Day 281:
In the world, only myself, my power has merged with the surroundings. When I kneel down, I seemed to hear the shaking sound of heaven and earth. Who can be with me and who can be my kneeling ceremony?
Notes on the 296th day:
I passed a temple and was resting outside. A lama wanted to come and drive me away, but I ignored him, but when he approached me, he seemed to feel a huge shock. He ran away backwards and was thinking something. My eyes floated past the lamas who heard the sound and looked into the sky.
Notes on Day 300:
It's been three hundred days, and I don't know what else I should record. I don't seem to need a tent anymore. The destination is ahead, my shoes are broken, but I can move forward barefoot. I'll wrap the tents together later, so let them go down the stream!
Notes on the 348th day:
Finally arrived at Sala City, and the Heila Monastery was just around the corner. My eyes saw it. I knelt on the ground, and a translucent thing on my forehead shone with light, like a Buddha's Vajra Bead, but I didn't feel any joy or sorrow or confusion. The prosperous streets and flocks seemed to have nothing to do with me. Today is the last day recorded in my diary.
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Liu Deyi knelt down every three steps, but only when he arrived at the gate of Heila Temple, there was a lama greeting him. However, he did not go in and slowly stood up. The signal of perfect merit made his power extremely huge in an instant. The sudden enlightenment made him laugh: "The poor people change, I understand!"
Chapter completed!