Going around a mountain or around a lake is a unique way of worship for people living on the roof of the world. It is an animistic nature worship belief and is in line with the original religious concepts of the Tibetan people. Regular actions can be divided into two types. First,
The most common way is to walk on foot. There is also a more pious way. Put your hands on a wooden board, raise it high above your head, then put your hands on your chest, fall down with your whole body, touch your forehead to the ground, throw yourself to the ground, and use your body to do it little by little.
Measuring the circumference of the sacred mountain and holy lake, every time you go around it, your sins will be reduced and merit will be accumulated. If you die on the way around the lake, it will be a blessing.
Tiebang Lama's behavior does not look like he is circling the lake, but reminds me of the Northeastern dance master. When I jumped in the queue in Inner Mongolia, I have seen such things as fighting goddesses and shamans. Is he performing a kind of exorcism?
Ritual, but what kind of evil spirits will there be in the holy land? Thinking of this, I walked forward quickly.
Tiebang Lama also recognized me, stopped his strange movements, and came over to meet me. After more than ten years of separation, Lama didn’t seem to have changed much, except that his clothes were more tattered. I told the Lama about my
The lama was also filled with emotion about the current situation of his two comrades: Those who crashed into the Tomb of Demons survived because of the mercy of Buddha. I hope that during my lifetime, I can accumulate more merits by the lake and pray for them.
Over the years, the lama has never left Ram Latso. He chants sutras and circumambulate the lake every day, and relies on the donations of believers who come to worship at the lakeside for food and clothing. In fact, those pilgrims who come to worship all the way also receive alms on the way, which is a tribute to the saints.
Giving is also a kind of accumulation of merit.
I asked what the lama was doing just now, and Tiebang Lama told me what happened. It turned out that the lama was asking Medicine King Bodhisattva for divination, because there were two poachers from the mainland hunting nearby Nagusijie, but these two were novices.
After waiting for five days, I didn't see any decent animals. Finally I saw a small beast that I had never seen before. I shot it immediately, skinned it and cooked it while it was still fresh.
After the two poachers finished eating, they immediately rolled on the ground with stomachaches. When Tibetans found them, they were already unconscious and foaming at the mouth. There are no hospitals or temples here at all. The pharmacists in the Tibetan temples
The lama is responsible for treating the common people. Although Lama Tiebang is a protector of the Dharma, he also served as a medicine lama when he was young. He often treated Tibetans and pilgrims by the lake to cure diseases and eliminate disasters. Therefore, the Tibetans came to ask Lama Tiebang to save people.
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Lama Tiebang heard that it was poaching and didn't want to take care of it at first, but Buddhism is extremely compassionate and people who are about to die have to be saved, so he agreed and ordered the Tibetans to bring the two poachers.
Ganzhur prayed to Medicine King Bodhisattva for a way to save people.
While we were talking, six Tibetans had already carried two poachers on their backs. The lama ordered people to lay them flat on the ground. The faces of these two people were like gold paper. Their breath was like a gossamer, flowing down from the corners of their mouths.
Foaming and a bloated stomach. In my opinion, these symptoms are not very strange. Logically speaking, eating unclean things or vicious food poisoning may have this reaction. It is very dangerous and must be sent to hospital immediately.
Emergency treatment in the hospital. I wonder if Tiebang Lama can save them with a few Tibetan medicines.
The lama looked at the patient's symptoms and immediately frowned. He said to several local Tibetans: One of them has eaten too much and is hopeless. The other one can still be saved. You go to the holy lake to find some dead fish.
The rotten white scales come.
The Tibetans followed the lama's instructions and immediately went to the lake to search. One of the two poachers, the white foam coming out of his mouth had turned purple, and he stopped breathing after a while. The lama quickly asked me and Wangdui to help.
, he pried open the other man's teeth, took two Tibetan medicine pills and mixed them with water for him to swallow. The man was in a daze and barely ate half of it.
This Tibetan medicine has a life-threatening effect. After taking it, I immediately vomited a lot of black water. The poacher who survived the death had regained consciousness even though he still had stomachache. The lama asked
What on earth did he eat?
The poacher said that he and his dead companion got carried away when they heard in the mainland that hunting and reselling skins in Tibet could make a lot of money. They also wanted to make a fortune, but they had no hunting experience and were in no-man's land.
There were many animals, but I didn't dare to go in rashly, so I had to wander around in the forest under the snow-capped mountains, trying my luck, even if it was a Tibetan horse bear.
I walked like this for five days on the edge of the forest, but couldn't catch anything. I ate all the dry food I brought with me, so I had to prepare my luggage and go back home. When I wanted to leave, I saw a big black lynx.
It was not much smaller than the goat. It was very ugly and showed no fear of humans. At first, they mistakenly thought it was a leopard. The two of them used sharp firearms and shot the big black lynx to death on the spot.
, I was so hungry that I couldn't bear to think about whether the cat meat was delicious, so I peeled off the skin randomly, boiled it in a pot and ate half of it. The fiber of the meat was very thick, and it seemed that it couldn't be cooked no matter how I cooked it, so I ate it half-cooked.
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The poacher burst into tears and claimed that although the two brothers had a moment of regret and wanted to poach to make money, after all, they had not caught anything except this lynx. He asked the pharmacist Lama to be merciful and save their lives. He will do so in the future.
After reforming, he told the story intermittently. He felt severe pain in his abdomen and immediately came back to life.
I remember hearing a Tibetan legend in the Kunlun Mountains. The huge black lynx is not a cat, but the evil spirit of the newly deceased. Of course it cannot be eaten. I asked the lama what to do. Does this person still have a court?
The lama said: What they ate was probably snowy mountain muskrat. That kind of animal is edible, but they ate it too early. Tibetans never eat animals slaughtered on the same day because the souls of those animals have not been completely separated. Once eaten,
If you go down, it will be difficult. I used to serve the Buddha and learned some secret recipes. Whether it works or not depends on their luck.
The Tibetans who went to the lake to look for rotten fish scales came back one after another, and found about a handful of them in total. The Iron Bar Lama surrounded the patient with fish scales, and also found a piece of rat-repelling chicken and burned it into charcoal, mixing it with the rotten smell.
The fish scales were eaten by the poacher.
After this series of weird behaviors, the poacher began to vomit again. This time the vomiting was more violent and he vomited all the contents in his stomach. Finally, the lama gave him Tibetan medicine after he vomited all the water.
Stop vomiting.
The lama looked at him and said that this man's life was saved, but he could not eat meat for the rest of his life. He would vomit whenever he ate meat. I went over to take a look, and saw the huge pile of vomit.
There seemed to be something squirming, but upon closer inspection, they were all small, hairless mice.
The poacher knelt down and thanked the lama for saving his life, and asked the lama if he could bury his dead companion by the lake. The lama said absolutely not. Tibetans believe that only sinners should be buried in the soil, in Guili.
The soul will never be freed. During the day, when the sun is shining, Gui Nei's soul will feel as if it is being boiled in a hot pot. When the moonlight shines at night, it will feel like an ice cave, with unbearable chills. If it rains,
You will feel like thousands of arrows piercing your heart, and when the wind blows, you will feel like you have been cut to pieces by thousands of steel knives. It is unspeakably painful. There are eighteen sky burials on the mountain not far from the lake.
Just put the body there and let his soul be freed.
The bush hunters were reluctant to do this. After all, the difference from the mainland was too great. The lama explained that in Bengui, Tibet, all methods of disposing of corpses, except for burial, were popular. However, due to the lack of fuel for cremation, they were generally used.
The corpse is carried to the sky burial platform on the hilltop, and then chopped into pieces and given to the birds and animals to share. The practice of the monks in Bombay, Persia is quite similar. If the deceased died due to some dangerous contact with an infectious disease, he is buried in the ground.
It is also customary.
Generally speaking, Tibetans are opposed to burial because they believe that burial will make the deceased uneasy and even the corpse will become deadlocked. If they insist on being buried here, the locals will also feel uneasy.
The poacher was finally persuaded by the lama to just do as the Romans do. With the help of several Tibetans, he carried the body of his companion and prepared to go to the sky burial platform on the top of the mountain. I saw that his duffel bag was slightly longer than ordinary, and there must be weapons inside.
As for the ammunition, we were not equipped with weapons when we entered Tibet this time. Now that we had the opportunity, of course we would not miss it, so we stopped him and wanted to discuss buying it with him.
The poacher told me that the two guns were purchased from poachers in Qinghai. After he disposed of the bodies of his companions, he went back to his hometown to live a peaceful life. There is no use in keeping the guns. Since you are an iron rod lama
My friend, I will give you this gun as a token of my gratitude for saving my life.
I looked at the two guns in the bag. They turned out to be shotguns and flashlights. They were older models with a millimeter caliber. They were police car equipment versions. They were products from the 1950s, but they were well maintained. No wonder such a flexible animal as a muskrat was killed.
Under the gun, there are more than seventy bullets, which are placed in two bullet bags carried on one shoulder. This kind of firearm is amazingly powerful within fifteen meters, but it does not seem suitable for hunting. To attack long-distance targets, assault is still used.
A rifle, a weapon with a longer range is better, and a shotgun can be used for self-defense in close combat. In the end, I gave him the money, and I kept the gun and bullets, including the packed duffel bag.
After these idle people dispersed, I explained to the lama my purpose of coming. I wanted to find the ancient tomb of the evil god of the Demon Kingdom. I asked Lama Ake to find someone for our expedition team who was familiar with the history of the Demon Kingdom and the Neiling Kingdom.
singer and guide.
Lama Tiebang said that digging ancient tombs and plowing cattle is harmful to nature, but digging ancient tombs in the Demonic Kingdom is different. Demons are sealed in the tombs in the Demonic Kingdom, which is a major threat to the people. There are many people with profound spiritual practices in history.
The monks all want to eliminate the evil spirits and protect the Dharma, and completely eradicate the ancient tombs of the evil country, so as to prevent the evil gods from returning to the world, but they have no clues. Since you are willing to go, this is a good deed of immeasurable merit. You are familiar with the ancient deeds of Tibet.
Singers and poets are all given by heaven. They do not recognize the form of father to son, master to disciple. Some people suddenly became able to sing and publish millions of words of poems after suffering a serious illness. I became a monk.
I used to be a person who received the gift from heaven, but I haven’t spoken about it for almost thirty years. I can’t remember the poems about the world’s enemy-defeating orb, the great army king, and the reincarnation of the jade-eyed orb. Book Alliance