When I heard this old lama who looked like a dead tree say these three words, I couldn't help but feel my head explode.
The questions that have been lingering in my heart these days burst out. Just as I was about to speak, I heard the old tone change and asked: "...What does it have to do with you?"
Let me tell you, as the Dharma King Laoshizi, does this old guy need to be so breathless when he speaks?
My face looked strange and turned red from suppressing it. Then I shivered for a long time, and then I said respectfully: "Luo Shiba is the grand master of this boy. How did the Dharma King know that?"
Without fear, I looked into his eyes and felt that in his slightly squinted eyes, there was a sun hanging high, directly imprinted into my heart.
However, he did not answer my question. Instead, he put his right index finger on his dry lips, dipped it in saliva, then stretched it out tremblingly and pointed it towards my forehead.
I didn't know what it meant, and just as I was about to step back, the young Lama Jiang Bai held my shoulders steady and said in a deep voice: "Don't panic, His Holiness wants to give you some enlightenment so that you can understand all this."
I was overjoyed and did not resist any more. I raised my head and waited for the old lama's enlightenment.
His fingertips lightly touched my forehead, and a different feeling immediately came to my forehead. His fingers were like dead wood, extremely rough. He pressed them on the top of my forehead, which made me tremble. Then there was a stream of heat, like
Careful tentacles gently scanned my nerves. The Dharma King did not speak, but between my eyes, there were gods and Buddhas rising from the sky, and countless sandalwood chants resounded in my heart.
Then, I closed my eyes involuntarily.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I seemed to have entered another time and space, looking at myself alone, without speaking, and without much awareness. I could only quietly look at my graceful body, slowly becoming
It rotted, grew hair, and finally turned into a dry and hard corpse - I hated my body so much, and it seemed that there was something I had not done, an obsession, and a concern.
Time flows slowly like water, but this eternal sadness keeps spreading...
I don’t know how long it took, but my mind went blank, and I felt tears in the corners of my eyes, which couldn’t stop pouring out. I opened my eyes, only to find that there was nothing in front of me. The Baogu Karmapa and the young lama Jiang Bai were here just now.
Everyone has left here, only Zamao Xiaodao is left, looking at me with a half-smile but a strange look on his face.
I was a little strange, so I asked him why he was laughing so hard?
Zamao Xiaodao finally couldn't bear it any longer, holding his stomach and laughing, saying, "You guys, people kindly opened your spiritual wisdom and enlightened you with wisdom, but it didn't last for a while, and you went crazy, yelled and cursed, and made the old man
Go away, bald donkey - OK, you dare to shout "go away, bald donkey" in this lamasery? This is more than just a slap in the face, it's simply a slap in the face! Let's see how you end up later.
Seeing Zamao Xiaodao's expression of watching a good show, I felt angry, but more of a doubt.
I really have no impression of what he said. I touched my body. It was muscular and hard as iron. Where were there any signs of decay? Moreover, how could I possibly scold the Dharma King of the Treasure Cave? For such a terrifying person
Old monster, eminent monk, I don't even dare to take a breath, how could I be so unscrupulous?
My mind was in chaos, and I thought of a possibility. I grimaced and said, Lao Xiao, I’m not really a reincarnated sage like Jiang Bai, am I?
Zamao Xiaodao gave me an exaggerated salute and said, Living Buddha, should I call you Luo Jiu, Jiu Ye?
Hearing this nonsensical name, all my seriousness turned into laughter, and I yelled at him angrily and funnyly, saying "Fuck you," we were preparing to travel back to the Yongzheng period to stage a "Kowloon Seizing."
"Legendary"?
We had a laugh, and then Zamao Xiaodao said to me seriously: "The past is over, and now is what we can grasp. Regardless of whether you are or not, I only know that you are my good brother Lu Zuo.
He is a poor boy from the countryside of Jinping, Miao Territory. He is a little poison. As for the others, let them go. They don’t belong to you and you don’t need to be responsible for them..."
Hearing what he said sincerely, I nodded and said yes. What's the use of thinking too much? On the contrary, it makes myself tired.
While I was talking, the young lama Jiang Bai ran in. I apologized to him and expressed my loss of control just now. Jiang Bai smiled and said it doesn’t matter. How could the Dharma King care about you? By the way, I’ll see you today.
You are the one that the Dharma King spoke the longest. Normally, he never spoke much.
Hearing what Jiang Bai said, I relaxed a little. We had a fast meal at noon, bathed and changed clothes, and then, led by the young lama Jiang Bai, we set off on foot from the north of Baiju Temple to Qifeng, a hundred miles away.
Snowy mountains.
Compared with the famous sacred mountains such as Mount Kailash and Yala Xiangbo Mountain in Tibetan areas, Qifeng Snow Mountain is not very famous, and even many people don’t know about it. But we heard from the ghost lady that the Qifeng Snow Mountain has a hidden name
It is Ode Gongjiama Mountain. It is one of the 360 brother gods located in Animaqing Mountain on the south bank of Qinghai Lake, and it is also the wisest one.
Of course, these are all folklore and ancient beliefs in Tibetan areas, which cannot be said to be true or false. But since it can be incorporated into myths and stories, there must be something extraordinary about this mountain - it is said that its four walls are extremely symmetrical and have a shape similar to
The top of the round crown pyramid is surrounded by white clouds all year round, making it difficult to see its true appearance. The peak is covered with snow all year round, and it is majestic and awe-inspiring. It is visually and spiritually shocking.
There were not many people in the team. Apart from the old Lama Pangjue, the young Lama Jiangbai, the Dharma King of the Treasure Cave and five ordinary monks carrying supplies and ceremonial guards, there were only a few people including me, Zamao Xiaodao and the ghost-demon Granny.
This lineup is not as good as Luo Feiyu, the right envoy of the Evil Spirit Cult in the past few days, but with the presence of the Treasure Cave King, we can feel an inexplicable sense of security.
The master controls the market, as expected.
Along the way, everyone except us seemed very silent. They silently carried their burdens and silently turned their prayer wheels. Almost everyone had holy admiration on their faces, facing the sacred mountain and the Dharma King of the Treasure Cave.
Walking at the front of the team, his whole body was wrapped in a thick red lama's robe, not showing anything. Looking at the tightness, he seemed to be more like a ghost compared to the ghost and demon Granny.
Contrary to him, the ghost-witch Granny was walking beside Jiang Bai. Apart from covering her head with a hat, there was nothing abnormal about her - oh, by the way, there was a faint sunlight shining down from the clouds.
There is no shadow on the body of the ghost-witch grandmother, but on the ground, but a layer of refracted light with an excessively wide curvature.
The process of traveling can actually be regarded as a kind of experience.
During the walk, the mind can settle down. Especially when accompanied by three eminent monks who have achieved certain achievements in Tibetan Buddhism, we can feel the solemn atmosphere even more. At the beginning, I would look around and look around.
I looked at the scenery and greeted the tiger cat who was a black dot above my head. Later, in front of me, there was only the road in front of me and the sky above my head.
That mood was so pure, as if it became purer with the vast sky.
We walked this hundred miles from noon to evening, and finally arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. In February, the cold wind on the plateau was still biting. Looking up at the snow-capped mountains, I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of awe for this world.
Life lasts only a hundred years, but the rolling mountains in front of us have stood on this earth for countless years and years. How insignificant are we in front of them?
When you think about it this way, the countless battles and gains and losses in the world no longer matter so much.
It was already getting late, and our goal was the stone altar at the entrance of the mountain. However, no one dared to travel in the dark, so we camped on a leeward flat at the foot of the mountain. To set up tents, light fires and other chores, naturally there were five ordinary monks there.
To do it, we discussed the matter of letting Master Lunzhu escape from the Luofu Laser Stone tomorrow and perform a liberation.
During the whole process, I found that neither the Dharma King of the Treasure Cave nor the ghost demon mother-in-law interrupted, or nodded, or shook their heads, and actually did not even give a positive reply. The whole conversation became a conversation between Jiang Bai and Panjue, a young and old lama.
Moreover, the two of them had no communication along the way. Obviously, beyond our understanding, the two of them may have some grudges, reasons, or old grudges to create such an atmosphere.
Of course, we just pretend that we don’t know about these old things and are not willing to understand them and get involved in them.
When we camp at night, the stars are lonely, the sky and the earth are empty, and our hearts are more peaceful and distant than ever before. The ancients said that after reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, there will be many scenery and insights on the way. If we stay in a room, or in a small
There are many things that cannot be experienced in the living space. However, imposing many insights and thoughts on others would be too raw and boring, so I will skip them here, or people who have had the same experience may think about this kind of experience.
The desolate and sparse beauty resonates.
The next morning, we got up early, washed our faces with snow, and then began to trek up. It was shallow at first, and we could barely walk. When we were halfway up, the snow was knee-deep, and the slope was as steep as standing. Everything was covered with white snow, and the road was easy.
It was difficult to walk at first. However, the people who came this time were all carefully selected, and they were different from ordinary people. They used their strength under their feet and ran at full speed, but they were able to reach the uninhabited place.
As for the Dharma King of the Treasure Cave and the ghost and demon mother-in-law, they flew directly on the snow, making others envious.
It was also a difficult journey. When the thin sunlight fell overhead and formed a dazzling golden light on the snow line, the Dharma King of the Treasure Cave pointed at the white spots in his eyes and said softly: "Then..."
We looked up and saw a black gap with a "swastika" shape appearing at the end of our sight.