The two lamas, one old and one young, are over sixty years old. They have a sad face, eyebrows drooped to the corners of the eyes, a dark red face, a bulbous nose, and a majestic appearance; while the young lama seems to have not yet reached his age.
Twenty years old, with handsome features and crystal clear eyes. His face does not have the plateau red color of ordinary Tibetans. Instead, it is fair and delicate, and his skin is better than mine. To put it another way, this young lama looks like a woman.
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The car stopped at the gate of the courtyard. Nanka Gyatso, Pasang, and a few old people accompanying them from the village were talking to two lamas. The old lama suddenly turned his head and stared at me.
He seemed to ask something to the side, and Namkha Gyatso explained to the old lama that he was speaking in Tibetan.
Through the surprise training these days, I can probably hear the words "outside" and "friends". The old lama nodded, moved his body, and walked towards us.
"Young man," he said to me with an odd emphasis, "you have the devil in you!"
I was startled, and subconsciously touched the locust wood sign on my chest, and then looked at the old lama in front of me. I saw a faint magnetic field light coming from his body. Ordinary people could not see it, but I
, but I could feel a slight vibration in the Qi field. Obviously he was also a practitioner. But I quickly came to my senses and said with a smile on my face: "No, it's not an evil spirit, it's the obsession in your heart!"
When the little lama heard my words, a smile appeared on his lips, but he did not speak. Instead, he looked at us quietly from the side with an extraordinary bearing. It seems that Baiju Temple takes this incident very seriously.
, the lamas sent out are all very good masters.
Nanka Gyatso introduced us next to him, saying that Lu Zuo and Xiao Xiao were the masters of Khenpo Panjue from Baiju Temple. They were specially invited by our village to deal with the matter during the day. I nodded, clasped my hands, and
As a sign of respect, the old lama looked at me deeply, and then said gently: "Without eyes and peace, you have to live a good life!"
After saying that, he turned around and followed everyone towards Basang's house.
I couldn't help but laugh. This old speaker was not a pedantic person. He could see Duoduo's existence, but he didn't insist on getting rid of it like some self-proclaimed righteous people. He just warned me. So.
It seems that he is a very interesting person.
We watched everyone leave. These two lamas, one old and one young, left a deep impression on me.
They are very different from the monks in the so-called famous mountains and ancient temples in the mainland or along the coast. Generally speaking, it should be said that the taste of the secular world is lighter. Coupled with their red lama costumes, it makes people feel like
A sense of religious majesty - of course, the most important thing is that they have the vibration of pious mana.
In contrast, nine and a half out of ten of the monks we usually see have no abilities. At most, they are just academic monks who can recite the Tripitaka over and over again.
We were curious, wondering if these two lamas could find out the Tibetan young man who was said to have been devoured by the lake god.
After a while, Nanka Gyatso returned home. He told us that the two masters would rest at Pasang's house tonight, and then set off early the next morning to search for traces by Tianhu. By then,
Most of the people in the village will go with him.
This was a big scene. Zamao Xiaodao and I looked at each other and decided not to tell anyone that the fish bones that were found were eaten by us.
Otherwise, even if we are not beaten to death, we will still be drowned by those spitballs.
Hearing his father's words, Dorje, Lamu and Tenzin all cheered and said that they must go to see the excitement tomorrow. Nanka Gyatso stopped these crazy children and said they couldn't go. What might happen tomorrow?
, if something happens, he will be fine and return to the pure land. The three children don’t know how to run. After saying this, a cry of grievance suddenly came from the side.
Zamao Xiaodao and I ignored it and returned to our rooms to rest. When it was midnight, the tiger cat came back covered in cold dew and said that he had walked around for hundreds of miles and didn't see anyone.
Either he's dead, or he's hiding somewhere.
The second son of the Basang family is a sixteen-year-old boy. He is in the rebellious stage when he is not afraid of anything. It is impossible to say that he can really do such a thing. If he doesn't find it, I won't care about it anymore. In this world
There are too many unsatisfactory and sad things in the world, so we can just do our best. If we rush to take over other people's territory, we might annoy people. We should wait for those two lamas to find out what we can do.
The next morning, I got up very early, practiced a set of boxing, then stopped my boxing, drank some butter tea and tsampa with Zamao Xiaodao and Nanka Gyatso, and then met at the head of the village.
On this trip, in addition to the two lamas and Pasang's family, there were almost thirty Tibetans, all from the same village.
Some people also carried butter tea, tsampa and fried fruits as sacrifices.
Twenty miles is not far, nor is it close. We used to go back and forth briskly, but now we are dragging behind slowly.
There is no way to enter the mountain, so we can only walk. The two lamas in red robes lead the way with steady steps. In their hands, they have a simple and luxurious prayer wheel with a dark gold wooden handle, which keeps turning. This thing
Also known as the "Mani Liberation Wheel", it contains scriptures or mantras, which can be rotated by turning it right, which is equivalent to chanting, and has the effect of eliminating karma.
Almost all the Tibetans in front of us had a copy, walking in a long dragon, they were all reciting sutras silently, and there was a faint mental energy exuding from their bodies. Although it was not much, it was all concentrated on the two lamas in the front.
Seeing this scene, I finally understood why Senior Brother arranged for us to go to Tibetan areas.
The laws of this world, traced back to their origin, are nothing more than the concentration of thoughts and thoughts. They are ethereal, but they are omnipresent. No one can see these gods and Buddhas, they may exist, they may not exist, but
It is only there if you believe it. If you don’t believe it, it is not there. This is the principle that one man is short but many people are strong. There are many talented people in ancient and modern times, but most of them who can be remembered are those who founded sects.
generation.
Why? This is the only way to gather believers from all over the world and absorb power. The more believers, the more powerful you will be.
Nowadays, several economic waves have impacted the thinking of the Chinese people beyond recognition. They are only interested in profit and have no spiritual faith; but in Tibet, in such an ordinary village, there are countless believers, turning prayer wheels and being pious.
The prosperity of teaching makes people strong, and if factors such as ignorance and interests are thrown aside, the reason why these lamas are so powerful is probably for this reason.
The group of people marched towards Tianhu solemnly and solemnly, with the only sound of silent prayer wheels along the way.
Although we were walking at the back of the crowd, I could always feel that the old lama leading the way on the road should always be paying attention to me. He never looked back, but I could know that his attention was never there.
I left. I smiled innocently at Zamao Trail. Apart from the fact that the fish bones by the lake were related to us, the disappearance of the Tibetan boy really had nothing to do with us.
Man, I'm really screwing this time.
In addition to the two golden prayer wheels, I saw two lamas from Baiju Temple carrying a magical weapon each.
The old lama was carrying a gourd-shaped cloth bag. Looking at the outline, it seemed that it should be a kabala bowl, which is the kind of magical instrument made from the skull of a dead eminent monk. The young lama turned the prayer wheel with his left hand and the
On the top, he is holding a Zen staff less than one meter long. This Zen staff is made of red copper and has four or five rings on it. It makes a ringing sound. If I guessed correctly, this thing should be the Diamond King of Zen Buddhism.
Subduing the Demonic Pestle.
After all, it is a well-known large temple, and everyone is greedy for the things they bring out.
After walking for nearly an hour and a half, we passed through deciduous trees and winding streams, and finally arrived at the shore of Tianhu Lake.
This small lake with a width of several square kilometers does not look too big overall, just like a pearl embedded in the middle of the mountains. The sun happened to rise that day, which was very rare. Looking from a distance, I felt that the lake was sparkling.
Shining like gold, people can't help but admire it.
Nanka Gyatso told me a legend before. It is said that this lake is the eyeball of the sacred mountain Kularijie in the south. It is a transfer station leading to rivers and lakes all over the world; it is one of the two dragon veins of China.
Joint. A long, long time ago, a princess from the East once appeared in this lake. She said that she was sailing on the West Lake, but it was windy and rainy, and she woke up here.
When the people nearby heard about it, they spread the praises to each other, saying that this lake can lead directly to the world, and it is Tianhu. Later, the princess married a local chieftain, and the name of Tianhu slowly passed down until today.
The old man in the village found the place where we had a barbecue last time, pointed out the extinguished bonfire and the scattered fish bones to the two lamas, and then loudly condemned the second son of the Basang family for offending the lake god, which not only caused his own life
It was not safe, and it would also affect everyone in the village. Basang and his mother-in-law knelt on the ground, kissed the uppers of the two lamas' shoes, begged for forgiveness, and asked them to help them rescue their poor son.
Seeing this scene, I felt a little uncomfortable.
How to put it, firstly, the fish-eating thing was done by Zamao Xiaodao and I. The second eldest son of the Basang family was obviously wronged; secondly, I don’t like the attitude of these Tibetans towards lamas. They think
It is pious, but in my opinion, it simply has no dignity at all - of course, this is a personal opinion.
The old lama and the young lama were obviously used to such scenes and were unmoved. After a while, the young lama gave some advice, and then the old lama stepped out from the crowd, waved behind him, and everyone retreated.
The old lama stood by the lake, looking towards the leisurely water in front of him, and began to recite sutras.
After reading for more than ten minutes, bubbles suddenly appeared on the calm lake surface, and after a while, a sheep corpse appeared.