Guba Gra suddenly became very wary of us and stopped talking to us along the way.
Later, the road the car drove separated from the route, and we drove on the uneven dirt road. The bumps along the way made me feel that my internal organs had changed positions. Along the way, I felt that the car was going up the mountain slowly, which made me feel
It feels like it will fall back at any time.
The car was driving very fast, and suddenly a huge black rabbit ran out of nowhere. Gubaglu failed to stop the car and hit and killed the huge black rabbit, which was more than one meter long. Gubaglu was very panicked.
He ran out of the car, first looked around, and then found that there was no one else, then he ran over the hare's body and cried bitterly.
Fatty Wang said puzzledly: "This is a good thing. The hare that was killed happened to be put in the car. Fatty, I can burn it and eat it tonight. Why is this kid crying so hard? He gave away dozens of kilograms for free."
Doesn’t he know about wild rabbit meat?”
I quickly asked Fatty Wang to lower his voice and said to him: "You don't understand. There is a rule in Sichuan-Tibet area, which is that you cannot kill animals casually. Here, not only the monks in the temples, but also the most ordinary villagers believe in Buddhism, and killing animals is a serious sin."
Have you seen the wild animals we saw along the road and the fish in the river? The reason why those things can be exposed to our sight calmly is because they have already adapted to the environment here and know that humans will not
Hunt them."
"I read a two-year-old post on the Internet some time ago, saying that there were foreign tourists fishing in Tibetan areas. Later, they were accidentally discovered by villagers and notified the lama in the temple. As a result, the foreign tourist was sleeping in the hotel in the middle of the night.
At that time, several people suddenly broke into the room, covered their heads, and chopped off one hand alive. The tourist knew that it was a lama who did it, so he went to the local police station to call the police. After hearing what happened, the police walked around in a perfunctory manner.
, I told that person to go back to his hometown as soon as possible. Other tourists also advised him to go back quickly, so as not to offend the local people. They would not be able to leave even if they wanted to. That person had lived in the city for a long time, and thought that China was all governed by the rule of law.
He felt aggrieved and panicked, so he went to the temple to cause trouble, claiming that he would kill the lama who cut off his hand to take revenge."
Wang Bao looked at me nervously and asked, "What happened next?"
"Nothing happened later. In the end, the man disappeared and did not go back with the tour group. No one knows where he went, and no one knows whether he is alive or dead."
"He must be dead, he must be dead." Fatty Wang was muttering to himself in a frightened voice. I saw the cold sweat on his forehead. I knew very well that when this fat man first came here, he must have been jealous of the wild animals here.
The thought of killing to eat.
Gugugrad worked outside for a long time, burying the huge black-haired hare flatly on the mountain, and then found some old soil to spread it on top, so that no trace of burial could be seen. Then he returned to the car.
, he said to us very aggrievedly, begging us not to tell this matter, and secretly gave a few of us red banknotes with Chairman Mao on them. We refused the banknotes and told him that we would never tell this thing.
Tell the story.
We continued on our way, and Gugbagla seemed more and more nervous, and his expression was not as comfortable as it was at first, as if a lama would come out to catch him at any time. But I also vaguely felt that he was worried about more than just the accidental killing of animals.
thing.
The unusually large black-haired hare always made me feel that it was a bit too big for this species of rabbit. And I seemed to see that before the rabbit was killed, its open eyes seemed to be transparent.
Colored red.
The car stopped in front of a large and simple Buddhist temple. Guba Gra urged us to get out of the car. After we all unloaded our luggage from the car, he immediately started the car and left, not even daring to go.
Say hello to the people in the temple.
As soon as we got off the car, we felt the surroundings were unusually cold, and the oxygen in the air seemed to be even thinner than on the plateau. Based on our driving experience and the length of the journey, I guessed that the altitude here might be
At least five thousand meters above.
The door of the Buddhist temple is open, and you can see a very empty temple inside, but there is no one. The name of the Buddhist temple is written in Tibetan on the beam in front of the door. None of us can recognize the Tibetan, but we roughly know that it says
It's like 'Zebu Temple' or something like that.
At this time, we were completely sure that the Zebu Temple was indeed built in the middle of a towering and majestic mountain. Fatty Wang stood on the edge of the mountain and looked down. The mountains were surrounded by white clouds, and there was no trace of human habitation.
.
"Damn it, aren't we in heaven?" Fatty Wang was stunned by the dreamlike scene in front of him that looked like a fairyland.
At this time, Little Amitabha stood beside the door. He was wearing the traditional Tibetan Buddhist monk's red and yellow robes. His face was pockmarked, and the plateau red on both sides of his cheeks was particularly obvious. Little Amitabha clasped his hands together and said to us
He saluted politely and said: "Dear donors, Master ordered me to receive you here."
We followed each other with our respective salutes, and Wang Bao went to touch his bald head. Xiao Mitao was impatient and polite, so he didn't stop him.
The entire Zebu Temple is very grand, but extremely empty. We passed through the temple square, which is at least half the size of a football field, and we did not see any monks except Xiao Amitabha. I asked curiously: "Little monk, what are you doing?"
Don’t you have any senior brothers?”
The young monk glanced at me and said, "Master and I are the only two people in the whole temple."
"What about your master?"
"Master will host a Dharma conference in two days. Before the Dharma conference, he will fast for three days and chant sutras in the ancestral hall for three days. So I can't come to pick you up." Little Amitabha said, his face obviously unhappy.
Wang Bao said: "Your place is so remote, why do people still come to your place to participate in the Dharma conference?"
Little Amitabha gave him a disgusted look and said nothing. He led us forward.
The entire grand Zebu Temple seems to have only one Buddhist hall. The entire hall is twisted and flowing, with a golden roof and red walls, black doors and windows, and the outermost round beams are decorated with cloud patterns and flames.
Entering the Buddhist hall, a huge golden statue of Amitabha is enshrined in the center of the hall. On the white walls around the hall, there are many images of Rakshasa and gods and Buddhas of the past dynasties painted with colorful oil paintings. This Zebu Temple
It is really very different from ordinary temples. The "Tathagata Guanyin" here is just a mural on the wall. The only thing that is really worshiped is "Amitabha". This "Amitabha" is not what monks often talk about.
As mentioned in the statement, there is indeed such a Buddha in the ancestors of the Buddhist family, and it is said that he was the guide and guide of 'Sakyamuni'. He is also called the 'Guide Buddha'.
I immediately found it strange that most Buddhist temples worship Tathagata Avalokitesvara and Maitreya Buddha, this great power. Before, I had never seen any Buddhist temples that had the tradition of worshiping Amitabha Buddha.
I suddenly remembered the Tibetan sentence at the door that I couldn't understand. In fact, to a certain extent, it was very similar to the description font of the "Nine Palaces and Yellow River Formation" in "Yunji".
After passing through the Buddhist hall, Little Amitabha led us here and there, past many rooms with closed doors, and finally we were led to three empty guest rooms. Little Amitabha bent down to us and said, "Everyone, we are tired from traveling.
Let's have a good rest today. Someone will take all the donors out for a visit tomorrow. Please go ahead and help yourself. I will bring a vegetarian meal in the evening." After that, Little Amitabha left alone.
We each chose a room, and the little fox impatiently squeezed out of my box.
After the little fox got out of the box, he immediately transformed into a human form, stretched out his waist comfortably, then lay down on the bed, complaining and saying: "I was suffocated all the way, and finally I can come out, hello.
No, Zhang Tianju, you have to give me an identity, I don’t want to stay in your broken box anymore."
Actually, I have also thought about this. When I go back this time, I will see if I can ask Gao Xiang for help and ask him to get Tao Yaoyao their local identity certificate, so that Tao Yaoyao will not turn into a fox and follow me around all day long.
I feel strange.
Tao Yaoyao suddenly looked at the ceiling and laughed inexplicably.
I asked: "What are you laughing at?"
Tao Yaoyao looked at me with her smart eyes and said with a smile: "Zhang Tianju, you really came to an incredible place this time."
I looked at her silently, and she then said with a smile: "Do you know what is written on the door panel in front of the temple?"
I thought to myself that the fox had seen it all while in the box, and there really was nothing I could hide from her. I said, "Isn't it just Tibetan?"
"Yes, not entirely right!" Tao Yaoyao said arrogantly: "This is the original Tibetan script hundreds or even thousands of years ago, which is equivalent to the oracle bone inscriptions of the Yin and Shang dynasties for you humans!"
I felt faintly shocked. Tao Yaoyao continued: "This is not an ordinary temple. According to the literal meaning, this temple should be called 'Jie Yin Temple'. Zebu is just the homophone of 'Jie Yin' in Tibetan."
"I have heard of the existence of the 'Jie Yin Temple' before, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. I never expected that a silly boy like you could encounter the 'Jie Yin Temple' by chance."
"What exactly is Jieyinji Temple?"
Tao Yaoyao stood up in a mysterious manner, imitating the Taoist master and said to me with her hands behind her back: "The so-called 'Jie Yin Temple' is the place where the souls of eminent monks who have passed away in the world are received and led to the 'Western Bliss'."