We live peacefully in this small village in the pastoral area of southern Tibet. We have beautiful dreams without fear, simple and kind-hearted Tibetans, a vast view of the mountains, rivers and world, and endless leisure time. Apart from the boring food, we are
There is nothing to complain about either.
The three children of Namkha Gyatso have become familiar with and accepted us. The two kilograms of chocolates I once put in my backpack were now taken out to comfort the children, and the effect was very good. After a while, several children began to gather around us.
He walked along the path with Zamao and me, screaming for uncle.
But this chocolate is not free. We will ask Dorje and Ram to teach us Tibetan. We do not ask for proficiency, but we ask that we can understand other people's conversations and words in daily life.
During this period of time, I wasn't just entertaining the children here. Twenty miles away from the village, there was a freshwater lake with beautiful scenery.
Standing on the mountain, looking from a distance, it is like a bright blue mirror, extremely clear. Since we found out, we have gone to the lake early every day to practice swordsmanship, which is very comfortable. This is nothing, Tibetan area
It is said that there are more than 1,400 large and small lakes, and in the Shigatse area, there is Yamdrok Lake, one of the three holy lakes in Tibet, embedded in the mountains.
This lake, which we privately call "Sky Lake", is not very big. It is formed by the melted snow water from the snow-capped mountains. If you put your hand in it, it will be icy and clear. There are many sacrificial objects and stone piles beside the lake.
Tibetans and monks from nearby monasteries come here to worship the lake spirit. In Tibetan areas, whether Bon believers or Tibetan Buddhism believers, they generally believe that the spirits live in groups, mostly in high mountains.
It is entrenched on the top of the mountain, but there are also awe-inspiring gods in the holy snow-capped mountains and lakes.
The reason why I came to this Tianhu Lake is firstly because the scenery here is beautiful, with grass and large virgin forests beside the lake, and secondly because it is inaccessible.
In winter, there are very few people who come and there is no disturbance. We usually come very early to practice swordsmanship and practice all day long.
During those days, I almost became obsessed with practicing the ghost sword. I would never leave the sword. I would take it out and rub it for a while when I had nothing to do. I would get close to it and use my body to nourish the sword. I already knew that there seemed to be more in my body.
A very powerful source of power, it is very consistent with the power of the fat bug and complements each other; however, I cannot grasp it immediately. Unless I have an emotional outburst or can enter a state of concentration, I can guide this power and turn it into my own use.
In my previous escape career, I was always looking forward to becoming stronger, but this time I paused and had time, I almost turned into a practicing madman. In addition to practicing swordsmanship alone, I also pulled miscellaneous hair.
Xiaodao, come here and feed me some tricks.
What I learn is the introductory Taoist swordsmanship of the Maoshan Sect. Whether it is mental skills or swordsmanship, it is not very advanced. It is very simple. Without brute force, Zamao Xiaodao can easily defeat me; but if I start
Channeling the strength in his belly, his sword was easily knocked away by me, and then he jumped on his feet and cursed me, saying that I was not authentic.
In addition to accompanying me in sword practice, Zamao Xiaodao also began to think about how to carve a magic circle to guide the flying sword on top of the thunder punishment.
However, this secret technique has been lost for hundreds of years. Even a talented person like Zamao Xiaodao cannot figure it out thoroughly in a short time. This kind of research needs quiet time, so it bothers me very much.
Of course, I have no shortage of opponents. The bastards ignore me, and there are also little demons.
Compared with Zamao Xiaodao, Xiaoyao's attacks are tricky and weird, and he usually uses fast to fight slow, and has a strong personal style.
This little foxy girl hasn't been willing to pay attention to me recently, and her attitude towards me is completely different from the way she used to be when I was in a wheelchair. But every time I ask her to take action, she is willing to do it, and the little girl takes action as if it were real.
She was so ordinary, she gnashed her teeth and struck fiercely. If I hadn't known her well, I would have thought that our fight was an enemy chasing her.
However, it is precisely because of Xiaoyao's attitude of pretending to be real that it gives me extremely strong pressure, because every time if I don't pay full attention, I will be punched. She punches accurately, and although the hit is not
It doesn't affect my movements, but it hurts, and my strength surges out, which makes people feel unbearable severe pain. Often after a fight, I will always have a bruised nose and a swollen face, with tears streaming down my face, as if I was being beaten by eighteen big men.
It's like going through it all over again.
However, as time went by, I gradually began to understand that the number of times the little demon was able to bully me became less and less. It would often take a long time to fight, but it could not reach me a few times. Even if it could, I could still
At the critical juncture, try to neutralize this attack to the greatest extent. At this time, the little demon will cheat and use Qingmu Yi Gang to call out green grass, entangle my legs, and then rush up and kill me.
Beat him up.
No matter how dull my emotions are, I still feel that the little demon seems to be angry, although I don't know why.
But precisely because of this, after this period of training, not only me, but also her abilities have been greatly enhanced. Although this little fox is extremely talented, she is a bit lazy and does not seem to have practiced hard.
Gong. Duoduo is a stupid child, and she is willing to listen to anything I say, but Xiaoyao is like a rebellious girl in her youth. If she talks too much, she becomes bored and cannot listen, so she can only force her, and continue to force her.
, can make her progress remarkable.
The tiger cat's wings were injured and he couldn't fly originally, but he was unwilling to be lonely. He said he had never been to Tibet and was always running around making noises.
It didn't matter that it was injured, but Duoduo still had a surrendered white-backed vulture.
This flat-haired beast had disappeared in Lijiang and had been forgotten by me. Unexpectedly, one day, it flew diagonally down from the sky, and then after some negotiation between the tiger cat and it, it suddenly transformed
, became the adults’ temporary mount, flying around.
I really don’t know that Duoduo actually has such abilities. The tiger cat master is so beautiful that he spreads it every day, saying that he is a pretty boy who eats soft food. He can ride on my wife’s BMW without any trouble. How can it be so cool?
Is the word good?
When this guy shamelessly claimed that he was a "little pretty boy", all of us looked at this colorful and plump parrot and said nothing - this bird is so thick-skinned that it is invulnerable to people on earth.
Block it bragging boy!
When we were tired from sword practice, we went to the lake to catch fish for barbecue. Tibetans believe that fish is the incarnation of the lake god and generally do not eat fish, so the fish here are especially plump and easy to catch. Tibetans are tired of eating beef
For mutton, we squatted in a leeward corner of the lake, then skewered the fat and fat lake fish and grilled it on the fire. The fat dropped in big drops, and suddenly there was another burst of fire. After it was cooked,
, the aroma is overflowing and the taste is extremely delicious.
However, in order to take care of folk customs and religious sentiments, we did not dare to make it public, we just did it quietly and enjoyed it.
Namkha Gyatso and all the Tibetans in the village believe in Tibetan Buddhism, and their food, clothing, housing, and transportation are all very interesting and unique. I won’t go into details here. Basically, we can all live in peace and harmony; while Namkha Gyatso
My family and neighbors also remain enthusiastic and curious about us two outsiders. We chat with them and learn to speak some Tibetan. This kind of life is quite good.
After more than half a month, even a complicated guy like me has fallen in love with this simple life.
I personally feel that the closer you are to the sky, the fewer desires you have and the simpler you are.
At noon one day in late January, we did not go out to practice swordsmanship by Tianhu Lake. Instead, we were at home telling stories about the outside world with our three children. Dorje, Lamu and Tenzin were very interested in this topic and often
Asking strange questions such as "Can bananas be eaten roasted?" and "Are monkeys the same as humans?" In their cognitive world, everything is full of mystery, while Zamao Xiaodao and I
He is a teacher who knows everything.
At noon that day, we were still chatting, telling stories and learning Tibetan. Suddenly we heard a noise outside, with many people shouting, and we didn’t know what was going on.
My back arched unnaturally, and Zamao Xiaodao also stood up and asked Duoji to go out and ask to see what happened.
While we were on guard, Dorje led Nanka Gyatso in.
Seeing us looking at him in confusion, Nanka Gyatso told us solemnly that the second son of Basang's family in Houchun Village chased sheep and ran to the vicinity of Tianhu Lake in the morning. As a result, he disappeared. Basang and several villagers went to the lake to check.
, fish bones and fish bones were found by the lake. Some people said that his second son angered the lake god and swallowed him.
After Basang came back, his wife burst into tears, and everyone was planning to go to Baiju Temple to ask a lama with great merit to come forward and ask the lake god to return Basang's second son.
Eat fish? Anger the Lake God? - Zamao Xiaodao and I looked at each other, aren't we two foodies talking about this?
However, as two relatively accomplished practitioners, the Lake God is trustworthy, but we cannot be partial to it.
We wandered around the lake for more than half a month, but we didn't see any strange phenomena or smells. Where did the lake god come from? But the person was really missing. It was so cold that I couldn't find it, so I ran out of the house.
Inside, he blew a whistle into the air, and suddenly a black spot appeared faintly from the sky, then grew larger. Finally, with the sound of wind, the Kuboi's white-backed vulture landed in the courtyard.
I told the pilot on its back about this matter. The fat hen happened to have nothing to do and was so idle that it ached and refused to make any conditions. She gave the order and flew into the air again.
Nanka Gyatso knew about our affairs, but he didn't say anything. He was the only one in the village who had a car, so he was called, and he and two more famous old people in the village walked in the direction of Baiju Temple.
Mr. Pi Mao agreed readily, but in the evening, no news came. However, when it was dark, we heard the sound of the horn. When we went out, we saw Nanka Gyatso's minivan appearing at the entrance of the village.
After a while, the car stopped in front of us, and two lamas wearing scarlet robes and yellow hats got out of the car.