Chapter 8 Preaching and teaching for all the congregation
In the evening, we drank and celebrated at Basang's house. The Tibetan compatriots were very enthusiastic. The big bowl of wine was poured one after another. The highland barley wine left a bitter taste in my mouth. Although I was not drunk, I felt very uncomfortable.
I had a strange dream one night, and when I got up the next morning, I felt flustered for no reason.
After thinking for a long time, I found Zamao Xiaodao and told him about yesterday's underwater experience combined with last night's dream.
Zamao Xiaodao scratched his head, thought for a while, and asked me, it seems that he heard me talk about it a few days ago, dreaming that he was lying in a coffin, and then he sank to the bottom of the water. Is there any difference this time?
I said no this time. This time I was outside and saw the huge hanging coffin floating around with the water. It was almost exactly the same as the one I saw under the water yesterday.
After Zamao Xiaodao and I confirmed that it was not an illusion, we started to become confused.
You must know that Tibetan Buddhism emphasizes "Bodhisattvas give alms without sacrificing their own lives." This is derived from Buddhist stories such as "King Shibi gave his body to doves" and "Mahasattva threw himself into feeding tigers". In Tibetan Buddhism,
In this area, most popular funeral rituals are sky burials, that is, bird burials.
This is handled by specialized sky burial masters. After the arrangement, the abdomen is disemboweled, the internal organs are removed, the meat is cut, the scalp is peeled off, the head is cut off, the bones are crushed with stones and mixed with tsampa, the meat is cut into small pieces and set aside, and blown
Conch allows vultures and other raptors to come and snatch food; in addition, there are also water burials and wrapping in the belly of fish. However, burials and cremations are popular in the Central Plains, and there are very few of them. If they know about it, they will be surprised - there is no burial.
, where is the coffin?
I recalled it carefully, and I was sure that I had seen that coffin somewhere before, and it looked very familiar.
This sense of curiosity tickled me, but when Zamao Xiaodao suggested returning to the bottom of Tianhu Lake to investigate, I was unwilling.
Although the Stegocrocodile was subdued by the little lama using the Buddha's light from the relics, it does not mean that it has turned to vegetarianism. With the little lama around, it can still restrain its anger. As for other times, it may not
Dump me. What’s even more irritating is that in order to save the face of the two red lamas, we can’t hurt it yet, and pay it to Shishou City, lest the Baiju Temple will fall out at some point.
When the time comes, the strong dragon will not suppress the local snake, we will still be two wanted criminals, and we will have to start the journey of running away again. This is what I don’t want to do. Thinking of all the twists and turns in this, I gritted my teeth and couldn’t say any more.
, what the hell is it a coffin in the water, is it none of my business?
Zamao Xiaodao laughed loudly, saying that was true. No matter how much the lake was talking about that day, what does it have to do with us?
After talking about this, we began to speculate on the identity of the little lama.
Zamao Xiaodao speculates that the little lama may be an unregistered Living Buddha - the Living Buddha mentioned here does not just refer to the owner of the Potala Palace, but is the name used by the Han people for some reincarnated practitioners in Tibetan areas. Tibetans
The teachings include the three bodies of dharma body, sambhogakaya and incarnation body. The dharmakaya body does not appear, the sambhogakaya body disappears and appears from time to time, and the incarnation body appears randomly. In its essence, it means that there are monks who are profound in Buddhism and have achieved fruition status.
At that time, it will be reborn through soul transfer and reincarnation.
Such reincarnated lords are called Living Buddhas.
However, ordinary living Buddhas, because they want to inherit the religious status of their previous lives, usually hold grand religious activities and submit them to the autonomous region government for review. There will not be such living Buddhas whose names are hidden. Looking back, I didn't even know that little one
What is the name of the lama? And judging from the reactions of Namkha Gyatso and other Tibetans, it is obvious that this little lama is not very famous.
But it is precisely because of this that it appears even more mysterious.
The two of us speculated for a while, but neither of us had any idea, so we stopped thinking about it. Anyway, the two lamas were not hostile to us.
I practiced boxing in front of Nanka Gyatso's house. My joints were loose and I felt refreshed. The sweat turned into water vapor, and the steam was steaming above my head. It condensed but never dispersed, turning into a specious long worm. I sat on the path with mixed hairs.
On the stone at the door, he watched me practice, smiled, and said, "Little Poison, if you practice this skill for a long time, will you turn into a bug yourself?"
I cursed him. This old boy also listened to my analysis and explanation of the solid section in "The Twelve Techniques of Suppressing the Mountains" and learned a thing or two. He really felt uncomfortable saying such unfavorable words. I didn't care about him.
As soon as I stamped my foot, the ghost sword jumped into my palm. With the sword in my hand, it turned into a swimming dragon. I danced like crazy. I just felt that there were enemies everywhere. I let the sharp consciousness of the ghost sword guide me. For a moment,
His eyes were dazzled and his sword flashed in all directions.
This sword practice made my blood surge all over my body, and I felt like I had endless energy spreading through my body.
This powerful feeling made me excited. With a final roar, the sharp gold-plated sword tip suddenly touched a young man's Adam's apple.
Moving up the tip of the sword, I saw a red-faced Tibetan young man. He looked at me nervously and shouted in a stumbling voice: "Well, my benefactor..." I thought for a few seconds.
, then I remembered that this Tibetan boy is Mochi, the second son of the Basang family. Yesterday, his whole body was covered in that smelly mucus, which was yellow and white, and made him feel sick. When I took a first look, I felt...
I didn't want to see him a second time; after I came back, I had a roast lamb feast at Basang's house. The young man was too frightened and took a rest early, so he didn't see much of it.
Mo Chi came here to become a disciple. He communicated with us in non-standard Chinese, saying that he wanted to find a master to teach him his skills. I heard that we fought against the lake with two masters yesterday.
On the way back, the master also praised us a lot, so he came to beg us.
Zamao Xiaodao squatted at the door, like an idle man at the entrance of the village, asking Mo Chi why he didn't go to the temple to learn. There are many capable people here, why bother with us two outsiders?
Mo Chi blushed and said that he had been to a monastery when he was a child and was told that he had no Buddhist heart and was kicked out.
He held two hangings of dried yak meat in his hand, knelt on the ground, and said to you two masters, just take me under your wing and teach you every move, and I will serve you as my disciple for the rest of your life.
Naturally, Zamao Xiaodao and I didn't allow it - I opened the Golden Silkworm Gu plug-in, which is difficult for ordinary people to learn. As for the Gu master, I really can't be considered qualified; while Zamao Xiaodao, he is a master.
Although the Maoshan Sect expelled him from the door, he must abide by the rule that he is not allowed to recruit disciples privately. That is, the various methods taught to me are either from his Xiao family, or ordinary street goods.
However, Mochi also spotted the two of us, stuffed the dried yak meat into our hands, then shamelessly got up, followed him, asked about our welfare, and talked to each other like followers, "Soldier Assault"
Many of them are nothing more than this.
We ignored him and were not angry. His random shouting of "Master, Master" was completely different from our impression of the honest and taciturn Tibetan compatriots.
I have traveled all over the country on the Zamao Trail, and I have seen everyone. I am very knowledgeable in the ways of the world, and no matter what, I always smile, but I am not the same.
How can I put it, I am a bit of a soft-spoken person, so if Mo Chi came running over with a knife and an open flame, I would just do it. However, his stalking attitude made me
Some people find it difficult to refuse, and it is inconvenient to act like a superior and scold him.
At noon, after having dinner together at Nanka Gyatso's house, I squatted in the hut to solve personal problems. This Tibetan boy was outside the door and told me in broken Chinese about "Dahei" and "Dahei" when he was herding sheep.
When "Xiao Hei" got into an interesting fight in the corner, I finally gave in and ran out of the hut with a sad face and taught him how to teach him. As for how much he can learn, it depends on each person's ability.
Mo Chi jumped up and down happily, grinning with white teeth, feeling that it was his sincerity that moved me.
Zamao Xiaodao also laughed strangely at the side, thinking that it was funny that I was being tortured to the point of going crazy by this honest young man. When he entered the room, he poked my arm, laughed at me, and said he was a little poison.
If you had been a girl in your previous life, you would have been very easy to chase. I looked at this guy with a mean smile on his face, and I got so angry that I gave him the middle finger in return.
In Lao Xiao and I's room, we welcomed four students. In addition to the stalking Tibetan aspiring young man Mochi, there were also three brats from Nanka Gyatso's family.
I didn't let them call me master, and I also said that what I taught was just gadgets. However, under the strong religious atmosphere, these four students still appeared to be very serious. Of course, what I taught was not harmful poison, but ten
In the second method, the discussion of the Nine-Character Mantra.
This nine-syllable mantra, "Spiritual Escorts Tonghejie Xinfuqi Zen", originally comes from the "Nine Meetings Mandala" of esoteric Buddhism. It is the follow-up of the three secrets of the Tathagata. It is generally called the Dharmakaya Buddha's teachings. It is also easy to learn.
, can enter concentration, Luo Shiba absorbed the strengths of its teachings and spread them, I have used them and become familiar with them. After such a long period of understanding, and the words and deeds of monk Huiming, I can also discuss the unique essence more or less, so I will show them one by one.
One class lecture made my mouth dry and my tongue was dry. The students below were also gulping down their meals. Zamao Xiaodao and Mr. Tiger Cat were watching the fun and laughing. Only then did I feel the hard work of being a teacher. I gave lectures concisely and to the point.
, everything is based on practice. After giving the mudra, pronunciation and realm description of each mantra, I finally said the words I had planned for a long time: "That's it for today. Go back and understand it for yourself, practice diligently,
If you don’t have a sense of energy and don’t hear the sound of the Buddha, don’t come to me again. There are no shortcuts in the world. Only by relying on your own understanding and hard work can you truly become a capable person!"
The four little disciples bowed and retreated, while Zamao Xiaodao laughed loudly and said, "There are no shortcuts in the world." These passionate words came from your mouth. Why do I feel so ironic?
However, after all my arrangements, Mochi really didn’t come to bother us anymore, so we spent another two days of leisurely days. During dinner in the evening, Nanka Gyatso told us that the second son of the Basang family has been there since
After he was rescued, he went crazy all day long. He kept mumbling words while eating and sleeping. He didn't answer any questions he asked. He didn't know whether to invite the guru over again to take a look.
The three children in his family, plus Zamao Xiaodao and I, couldn't help but smile knowingly and stopped talking.