Mustache didn’t bring much, so he didn’t want to waste any time. Kelsang Medo was already a little curious about Mustache’s purpose of coming to Tibet, so she followed behind and asked. Mustache didn’t answer her, but was interested in this woman.
My impression changed again. Kelsang Medo was not a weak and useless person. In the mysterious Tibetan area, sometimes experience and knowledge were more important than anything else, and it might be able to save his own life.
There is no road here, but at the foot of the continuous mountain peaks, it seems that a passage leading to the front is formed invisibly. The two of them walked deeper and deeper, and were completely surrounded by the mountains. It was obvious that Gesang Meiduo was also curious.
She is a very strong-minded person, and her previous experience of being washed down by snow from a hillside did not scare her.
They didn't stop until it was completely dark. Gesangmedo found a shelter from the wind at the foot of two mountains. The altitude at the foot of the mountain was not high, so there was no other problem except the cold. Mustache
They secretly calculated that if the food they brought was distributed in a planned way, they could last for fifteen days, leaving seven days of provisions for the return trip, which was equivalent to eight days in the Snow Peak.
When a piece of fuel was burned out, Gesangmedo was full and began to feel sleepy. She curled up behind Mustache and wrapped her head tightly with a hat. It was only then that Mustache took out the food and started to eat.
After taking two bites, he frowned slightly. The food was all purchased by Gesang Meiduo. In order to save money, he bought a kind of compressed dry food commonly known as "Kuaido". Because it was cheap, the taste was very bad.
This place seemed to be a world where life was extinct. They had been walking for about three days, and several high-altitude snow peaks appeared very far ahead. There were more than a dozen large snow peaks around Gedanli, which were very large.
They rarely gather together, but there seem to be four snowy peaks in front of them, not far apart.
The visual inspection was just a visual inspection. It would take at least four or five hours to walk there. When they walked around the foot of a mountain, Kelsang Medo almost jumped up.
Three corpses lay dead among several large, messy rocks. One of them died miserably and was nailed directly to the stone by an iron rod. The blood had long since dried up and disappeared. The climate here in Gedanli made these corpses
Without the rotting light, they would be just like Chanado who died here.
They were completely unrecognizable. They had been blown away by the cold wind in the snowy peaks for who knows how many years. Near the corpses, there were three Tibetan knives, long and sharp, like three ice arrows flashing with cold light. The one who was nailed
The scalp of the corpse on the stone was rotted away, revealing the skull covered with a layer of hoarfrost.
When he saw this, Mustache's eyebrows twitched unnoticeably. He had a lot of fighting experience and had seen many kinds of trauma. He could tell that this man's skull had been cracked, as if he had been beaten by someone.
One punch broke the bone.
Mustache knew how hard the skull was and how much force it would take to break it. He felt a slight chill. The murderer was very fierce.
There were some other things around the body, most of which were necessary items for survival in the snowy mountains. Barley cakes and yak jerky were already as stone-like, as well as a very old-fashioned gun. Judging from their attire, there was also this gun.
From the looks of it, it's not too recent.
The discovery of a body in this place was originally a very important clue, but soon after, Mustache saw a piece of black cloth floating less than twenty meters away from them. This piece of black cloth was not on the steep hillside.
Go up, it's one meter above the ground.
This strip of cloth was very conspicuous, but Mustache was much more cautious. He searched around the body again, and then moved closer to the black strip of cloth. He immediately discovered that there were still rows of rows of stones on the stone above the black cloth.
Bright red and glaring handwriting.
"Let's go, don't watch anymore." Gesangmedo immediately pulled her mustache and left. The black spell and the three corpses not far behind made her a little timid.
"Wait." Mustache squinted his eyes. His eyesight was very strong. Although there was still a distance, he seemed to see that the writing on the stone was not the black curse he had seen before. It seemed to be Tibetan.
"Isn't it a black spell?" Kelsang Meiduo looked cautious. The previous experience had made her suffer. She got closer and closer. When she could see the bright red handwriting clearly, she realized that it was really some Tibetan characters. And in
Under the black cloth strip, there is a Mani stone.
"What does it say?"
Kelsang Medo was as familiar with Tibetan as Mustache was with Chinese. She squatted in front of the stone with writings on it and quickly translated the meaning of these words: "Where the sun sets is where hope begins.
, it is difficult to cleanse the world with the power of one person alone. The ancient inheritance has powerful power and will never perish. No one can stop the trend, because it is the will of the gods. Believe me, the prophecy will continue, and you deserve it.
People will receive the aspiration initiation, don’t abandon your original intention, when your life ends, you will exist forever.”
This text was a bit obscure, and Mustache could only temporarily make out that the prophecy might be the prophecy of the end of the world. Kelsang Medo finished reading these words, but did not get up. She gently picked up the Mani stone on the ground.
The Mani stone engraved with the six-character mantra was once collected by someone. The corners of the stone were rounded and smoothed by caressing, giving it a waxy luster.
"Brother, I think this text seems to have a little bit to do with terma." Gesang Medo completely wiped away the dust on the handwriting.
"Terma?" Mustache immediately realized that the Living Buddha Rinpoche of the Gaza Monastery did not seem to be talking nonsense. If a text that mentions the prophecy of the end of the world also contains information about terma, what does it mean?
The face of the Living Buddha Rinpoche once again appeared in Xiaozi's mind, and at the same time, the second premonition of the Living Buddha appeared.
"Termas are very mysterious. They seem to be an alternative way of inheriting ideology." Kelsang Medo took out her old digital camera and took pictures of the writings on the stone. After that, she turned back and said to Mustache: "
Everything about the terma has always been a mystery. No one can tell when the terma will appear or to whom. However, there is a direct and close relationship between the aspiration initiation and the terma."
In the legends about terma, the vow initiation is the most critical link. If explained simply, the vow initiation is the authorization given by the person who left the terma to the person being passed down, allowing him to accept the terma. This kind of empowerment
Like the terma, it is incomprehensible and very mysterious. The identity of the person being passed on has nothing to do with the aspiration initiation. Before accepting the terma, he will not have any self-premonition. Only after he accepts the terma will he know himself.
I don’t know when I received the aspiration initiation.
In other words, before the terma appears, there are no clues to pursue or prevent it. When it comes, it will definitely come.
Although nothing could be found from these obscure words for the time being, Xiao Hu looked at the bright red Tibetan words and quickly came to an inference. These handwritings were not neat and neat. They were left by people in an unstable state.
, and the obscure text clearly contains end-time prophecies and hidden information, which is very important.
This seems to indicate that the person who left these words did so under forced circumstances. This person knew many things. What circumstances would have forced him to leave these words?
"He knows he won't live long." Mustache speculated silently in his heart. He looked back at the path he took when he came. The person who left the handwriting probably found that he could no longer walk out of this snowy peak group, so he acted like this.
Do.
Xiaozhu didn’t know who this person was, but he saw the Mani stone with the six-character mantra engraved on it. Although many tourists to Tibetan areas would look for or buy Mani stones, this Mani stone was not
It makes people feel that its owner is a Buddhist.
Mustache scratched the stone with the edge of the alloy pipe, scraping off all the bright red writing. No one might come here again, but he didn't want anyone to see these writings.
Black spells, three corpses, and bright red Tibetan writing were probably all they could find. About four or five hours later, they were completely close to the towering snow peaks. At this time, there was no flat passage at all.
Many mountains are connected together, like a huge wall surrounding the snow peaks.
It took them more than an hour to climb up a mountain that was not too high. When they stood on the top of the mountain, the sun was slowly setting in the west. It seemed to be setting behind the four snow peaks, with afterglow.
As the snow fell on Gedanli, Gesangmedo suddenly became excited. She saw that in the middle of the four snow peaks, there was a vast expanse of snow that could not be seen to the end. The snow was very thick, like a white sea.
The setting sun casts golden light on this white sea of snow, and Gesang Medo was like an excited child, wanting to rush down and embrace the endless snow.
Mustache was as calm as usual. He stood quietly and looked at the four snow peaks in front of him that seemed to be inserted into the sky. The four snow peaks were like four chess pieces placed by others, arranged in four corners. The snow peaks together with the surrounding undulating clusters
The mountains tightly surround this large area of snow, blocking the cold wind and making the snow extremely cold and quiet.
"Gasang Medo has never seen such thick and white snow before. It really looks like a sea." Gesang Medo's face was blown red by the wind. She wore sunglasses and took photos one by one.
, after taking more than a dozen photos in a row, she noticed the motionless mustache beside her: "Brother, as a person from the mainland, don't you think this sea of snow is very spectacular?"
"As someone who grew up in a Tibetan area, don't you think there's something very wrong with this sea of snow?" Mustache looked at Kelsang Medo.