Hearing the sound of "knock knock knock, knock knock knock", Zamao Xiaodao and I's already frightened mood reached its peak in an instant.
We looked at each other, so nervous that we could hardly breathe.
The knocking on the door continued, and seemed to be very impatient. I made various assumptions, thinking that it was the three elders who were squatting at the door, and when they saw that we didn't open the door, they were ready to break in.
Just when Zamao Xiaodao and I were about to run out of breath, a squeaking voice finally came from the door: "You two, open the door quickly!"
This voice sounded a little angry and a little childish. I was excited and glanced at the alley. He raised his chin and asked me to open the door.
I tiptoed over, keeping my body upright, and then carefully opened the door, only to see a young monk who was only seven or eight years old, carrying a wooden plate with several cups of food on it. This young monk was obviously obsessed with us.
I was so angry because of my refusal to open the door. I pursed my lips and looked at me angrily, who was a little at a loss. There were actually tears in my eyes.
I quickly brought the child into the room and asked him what was going on.
He said angrily: "Senior Brother Jiang Bai said that you haven't had dinner yet, so he asked me to bring you some food. You really... don't go to eat by yourself, bring it over, and don't open the door, hum!"
The two of us were afraid that he would cry loudly and attract the attention of the elder of the execution hall, so we hurriedly squatted on the ground and tried to persuade him. I went back and rummaged through my backpack and found two pieces of chocolate. This thing was very important to a kid of this age.
The child, simply an invincible weapon, finally calmed down his anger.
Naturally, the food in the monastery was not very exquisite. We used it hastily, and then asked the young monk where those people who just walked past came from and where they stayed.
The mouth of eating people is short, and the hands of taking people are short. This seven or eight-year-old young monk knows this. He raised his head and thought for a moment. He said that he is a fellow monk who came to watch the ceremony. He lives in Zhacang, who turned left in front. What, do you know him?
, Do you want me to help spread a message? We quickly stopped this silly and naive little monk, tried to comfort us, and said no. We also asked him to keep it a secret for us. If he could tell us anything he heard, please let us know.
There must be a reward.
The young monk left happily, leaving me and Zamao Xiaodao with a sad face.
When we entered Tibet, we didn't plan to hide it from Maoshan for a long time, and we almost lived a stable life for nearly a month. There are many temples in Tibet and there are so many practitioners. They are so attracted by their aura that they cannot deduce the secrets of heaven. This is a favorable geographical location.
, but life in this world is always affected by cause and effect, and presumably they can predict the general direction.
Thinking that we were about to enter a miserable life of running and escaping, I felt sad in my heart.
In the small village where Nanka Gyatso's family lives, although life is boring, it is still stable and secure. Now that we are here again, I don't know when the stable life will stop for the next time.
But there is good news at the moment, that is, Mao Tongzhen, the elder of the execution hall, came here just to coincide with the meeting and observe the grand ceremony, and did not know our existence. As for Baiju Temple, the two lamas said they would keep it secret for us, and
If you want to ask us, then...why don't we run at night and escape from here?
In this way, you can be one step ahead, escape as soon as possible and avoid their pursuit!
This proposal was made by me, and Zamao was a little moved. However, the tiger cat looked at us with disdain, and hummed, saying that we had picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelons. In this life, we can't always run away.
If you can't maintain a state of being fearless and regretless, no matter how hard you work, you won't be able to achieve anything great! It's hard to have a chance in life, and only by fighting can you break through yourself!
It stared at us and said that just because we had to avoid a chase, we would miss the eminent monk Honghua who we might never meet in this life. If that were the case, you two guys, don’t say you know me in the future.
Mr. Tiger Cat has a sluggish temper, he is always joking, and has a sharp tongue, but he rarely speaks such stimulating words. Obviously, in his eyes, Tantric Honghua is better than Maoshan's pursuit.
, much more important. Zamao Xiaodao and I looked at each other and decided to vote democratically. The results came out quickly. Except for me who voted in favor of leaving, Zamao Xiaodao, Mr. Tiger Cat, Duoduo, Xiaoyao and Fat Chongzi
, all voted against it.
As for the fire baby, it is ignorant and threatened by the little demon, so it is regarded as an invalid abstention.
After the results came out, Zamao Xiaodao clenched his fists fiercely and said: "It seems that everyone is determined. Curiosity kills the cat. Okay, let's restrain our breath tomorrow, be more careful, and then put on masks, and then we'll see
Hide and don't show up. If the secret is revealed, try to drag those two lamas into the water. No matter how cruel Elder Luo and the others are, they won't dare to run wild on their territory. Next, I announce - go to bed!"
That night I dreamed again of the huge hanging coffin floating up, and my heart was heavy. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Buddha singing, and felt that the Qi field of space, the return of life and death, was flowing particularly intensely.
There was no breakfast, and we were told that all spectators needed to fast and take baths in order to wait for a better time.
From about nine o'clock in the morning, the temple began to be lively, and people kept arriving. These people were either senior monks from nearby temples, officials from the autonomous region government, or celebrities in society. They heard that the Potala Palace and the Grand Palace were
, a very important Dharma King also came to Ramoche Temple... Because of the restricted level, there were not many people, but there were about forty or fifty people.
Seeing this, we finally felt a little better. As long as we were careful, we might not be discovered.
It stands to reason that the rainbow transformation is a very solemn and solemn event. Generally, the eminent monk who has passed away will stay in his own residence, stay shut, not eat or drink for seven days, and will not see outsiders. On the eighth day, a close monk will
Go in and pack up your belongings. It’s rare for someone to be so high-profile. The opportunity is rare, so we cherish it so much.
Of course, we can also understand the choice made by Geshe Lindsay: with the increasing communication between Tibetan areas and the outside world, and the influx of a large number of Han people into Tibetan areas, either traveling or doing business, and the impact of foreign cultures,
As a result, many Tibetans began to try to change their inherent living customs and even changed their religious beliefs. As a group of people standing at the top of the Tibetan Buddhist pyramid, they naturally wanted to use their own methods to help them when they were about to be liberated.
The belief in one's own existence in the world is more competitive.
Gathering faith is the reason why he does all this.
People were coming and going outside, but we didn't go out. Instead, we stayed in the room, and then started busy changing our faces. We spread the two human skins from Yang Cao on our faces and began to adapt, regardless of whether they were there or not.
At eleven o'clock at noon, the old Lama Panjue and the young Lama Jiangbai came to find us. They couldn't help being surprised when they saw our faces.
Zamao Xiaodao explained to them that we two have special status. Among the guests today, there is our enemy. We don’t want to make a fuss in this grand ceremony, so we dress up like this. The old lama with long eyebrows smiled, his face
Like chrysanthemums wrinkled, it doesn't matter if you say that, it's very good, you two will be in the side hall for a while.
He took my hand and said that after this matter is over, we will first send people to Tianhu to determine the scale of the ruins. We still need your help here. Once determined, we will apply to the autonomous region government for salvage funds and wait for three days.
In April, when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the winter water is getting warmer, the ancient Buddhist relics that have been immersed for more than a thousand years can be brought to light again. This matter is of great significance, and I ask for your support.
I held the old lama's finger, which was like sticks, and said it's okay, it's okay, this is what we should do.
The old lama promised us that once this matter is settled, you will always be friends of all the monks in our Baiju Temple.
After this conversation, everyone was in a good mood. The old lama didn't have much time, so he told me about the fat bugs in my body without asking any more questions. He just stopped and let me control it myself. Then he stopped no longer and called the guy.
Nima, a seven or eight-year-old young monk, asked him to take us into the pagoda for a while to observe, and then left in a hurry.
When we had nothing to do, we entertained the young monk and chatted to relieve our boredom.
This "Nima" is not a curse word, it means Sunday in Tibetan. After asking a few questions about life in the temple, Zamao Xiaodao suddenly pinched the young monk Nima's plump cheeks and asked who came in last night.
How many of those guys were there? Nima told us that there were five in total, two old men and three young men. However, only two were allowed to enter the pagoda to observe the ceremony.
Zamao Xiaodao and I looked at each other, and then he continued the interrogation. The young monk had received our instructions yesterday, and he was very observant. He slowly told us many details. After a long time, suddenly there was a call from outside.
There was a clear and distant sound, which refreshed people's spirits. Nima's little body trembled, stood up, bowed to us, said please, we are about to start.
Because we were not allowed to bring magical instruments to the ceremony, we put all our luggage in the corner and asked Huo Wa to guard it, and then followed Nima and walked outside.
It has been almost a month since we came to Tibet. Our clothes were all given by Namkha Gyatso. We are dressed like Tibetans. I have a dark complexion, my hair is scattered all over the place, and I have deliberately changed my body shape. If you don’t look carefully, it’s really
I couldn't tell it was the two of us. I heard a lot of noise, and people kept appearing in the aisle, walking towards the Jixiang Duomen Pagoda.
I saw Mao Tongzhen appear in front of us, and next to him was a short old Taoist priest who was less than 1.6 meters tall. I couldn't see the front, I just felt that he had dark skin and pale hair, and there was a sinister aura coming out of him.
, is indeed a chilling top master. They were in a hurry and did not pay attention to us behind. After a while, we arrived at the main entrance of the Jixiang Duomen Tower.
On the top of the tower, the rainbow light is still there, shining all around.