Chapter 40 Section IX

In the deep ditch of Longtu Mountain where the ditch is connected, under the cover of the vast green forest, three long days finally passed.As promised by Pastor Mahon, the two wounded and unconscious Tibetan soldiers woke up and stood up miraculously.In addition to proving that Pastor Mahon did not want to kill them with God's blood, it also proves that God is merciful to those who do not believe in Him.It was the British soldier who was also injured, the believer of God wearing the armband of the cross, who has been in a coma.Pastor Mahon himself is also fine. The three wounds left by him after he peeled off the flesh with plaster are no longer bleeding, and the pain is getting lighter and lighter.

Pastor Mahon said: "See, the Almighty God's blood has saved two Tibetans, and as a glorious blood giver, I have been branded with the seal of God's salvation. The care will not be interrupted, and I The God to whom thanksgiving is given will be present at every moment of need for the praiser." Xiama Ruben hesitated, and did not want to admit the existence of God from the bottom of his heart.Fork felt that the devil also had magic.The difference between magic and Buddhism is that magic is a river of limited compassion, while Buddhism is a mountain of great compassion.God's law must be very limited magic, or how could their own people have hitherto stunned.He said: "God must be a God who opens one eye and closes one eye. Some see and some don't, especially those who believe in him." It suddenly occurred to him that this is Tibet, the pure land of Bodhisattvas. It is the nectar of the Buddha, every life including the grass branches and leaves are bathed in the Buddhist scriptures sent by the breeze and bright sun, maybe not the law of God, but the immeasurable law of the Buddha. With the hands of this British priest, two people were saved. a Tibetan.said again. "Our Buddha has a thousand eyes, and whoever believes in it and who doesn't will see it all. Those who believe in it live; those who don't believe in it seem to be unable to live."

Pastor Mahon shook his head: "You took the credit of my prayer. It doesn't matter, even if God put love on the Buddha, the Buddha only has a thousand eyes." Xiama immediately straightened her face: "You can't say that, it should be the Buddha who put love on God." Then pointing to the wounded British soldier on the ground, he said, "Now, I pray to the Buddha to let him escape from the sea of ​​suffering and end his life. .You pray to God to save his life. Let him stand up. If he dies, it is the Dharma, and if he lives, it is the Dharma of God." He made a face at his people and muttered, "I I don't believe it."

Pastor Mahon said, "God, it is sinful to pray like this." But he was full of the qualities of an adventurer, and he would rather be guilty than let go of any opportunity to prove the existence and sanctity of God.He raised his head and prayed, "God, you have heard the challenge of this Tibetan, for your cause. Please send your love, let us be with you, see our soldiers wake up quickly." Xiama's prayer was more complicated. He knelt down on the ground, facing the direction of Lhasa, and recited the names of all the gods and Buddhas he knew, then recited a few mantras he was familiar with, and finally said firmly: " Let the invaders die, Buddha."

British soldiers died.Maybe he had died before, but it was found that he died a few seconds after Xiama Ruben finished praying.The prayer has come true, and the gods and Buddhas have won.After all, it is Tibet, and Buddhism is a method that can be done with little effort.And God may be powerful, but he is too far away to arrive here in time, and Buddhism has already been dominated by others.Pastor Mahon glared at Xiama Ruben angrily and said, "Devil, you have invited the devil." The funeral took place at dusk.The sunset glow dyed the forest belt in the valley into golden green, like a glorious palace shining with gorgeous light.There was also a sound, the footsteps of the evening wind walking through the forest.The forest wind in Tibet plays the tune before the night, turbulent lonely, and the mountains are connected.

As a young pastor, it was the first time that Mahon presided over a pastoral mass outside the diocese and the parishioners. The solemnity and solemnity in his heart made him ignore the lack of churches, parishioners, choirs, and pipe organs.Gathering his guards, he surveyed the rushing mountains and said: "What a magnificent church, and you, children of God, have come here representing our motherland, England, without bounds." Pastor Mahon realized that this farewell ceremony was actually an opportunity to influence the living, so he said the prayer in English and then in Tibetan, trying to let the pagan Tibetans who watched at least understand God’s care for life and acceptance of death.He stood in the wind, his face was full of sadness, and his voice was loud:

"Today we connect the death of this man with all of us. In addition to our grief, we also have joy and longing. The body and blood of Christ for mankind is our body and blood. From the day we were baptized, Death and resurrection call us all the time. We pray for the dead, and at the same time, we beseech God to let us see the hope of eternal life and the dawn of the Messiah in the barren land of Tibet. To the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit Be grateful, we once obtained the initial repentance and happiness in the water of baptism, and the glory of converting to Jesus Christ became the crown of thorns of soul regeneration in an instant. Every one of us living, in the days of following Christ, embrace He realized his dream of reaching Yongfu Tianxiang. Now, this person has gone and walked into the pursuit and dream of all of us. We hereby bless him and send him off affectionately. Amen.”

Pastor Mahon himself lit the branch that served as a candle.When the soul goes to heaven.The initial journey is always dark and terrifying, requiring the guidance of light and fire.He poured the holy water from the valley stream on the wicker coffin with branches covered with green leaves, and then covered the "Gospel" on the coffin with a sad expression.The wind, trees, grass, and mountains are all majestic.The solemn atmosphere also infected the surrounding Xiama Ruben people, who were silent and expressionless.Pastor Mahon looked at them proudly, as if it was God's victory to fix the attention of the Tibetans.

After that, the burial began, and the solemn atmosphere that enveloped the valley dissipated.Suddenly one of the Tibetans laughed, and then all the Tibetans laughed. Xiama said: "Fools and foreign demons don't even know that people can't be buried in the ground." In the view of Xiama Rubon and his subordinates, if the body is not placed on the top of the mountain and eaten by eagles, the soul cannot be reborn in other places or enter the heavenly realm.The British are so ignorant that they dig pits and bury their bodies, which is to send their souls to hell, which is ridiculous and hateful.On the ground in Tibet, there are caves and stairs leading to hell everywhere.Besides, even if the British don't know that there is a hell under the land of Tibet, they should also understand that if the corpse is buried in the soil, it will be eaten by rats, insects and ants.Rats are transformed from wild ghosts, insects and ants are transformed from the hair of lonely ghosts, unlike vultures and eagles, they are gods, the reincarnated followers and messengers of Jampa Buddha.

Xiama Rubon and his subordinates laughed at Priest Mahon, and suddenly realized that they couldn't stay here any longer.Wherever the foreign demons came from, they should go back there.Even the hells of Tibet cannot accept the ghosts of the British.He yelled: "Get out, get out, don't go out even if the person is dead." It seemed that the other party walked into his house, and he could walk out of the house as long as he took a step. Pastor Mahon pretended not to hear, until after burying the body and erecting a symbolic monument, he left here with his guards and horses. Xia Ma immediately led someone to stand in front: "You can't go forward, this is Tibet."

Pastor Mahon said, "Tibet? Where is Tibet?" Xiama said: "No matter where it is, you didn't come here. If you don't listen to my advice, all of you will die. I assure the Buddha." He knew whether this was the Migou in Longtu Mountain, or the What other ditch, where is Anai Jiaben and his subordinates?It's not important anymore, the important thing is to let Priest Mahon and his guards disappear from the front. Xiama raised his matchlock, and all his men raised their matchlocks. Pastor Mahon was surprised: "Can you shoot without a matchlock in your gun?" Xia Ma's stomach straightened and she said, "Yes, if you don't believe me, you can go one step further." The chaplain's guard immediately raised their rifles.It's a hair-trigger situation again. Reverend Mahon doesn't want to see dead people anymore.Hurry up and go east. Sharma said, "No, Tibet is also to the east." Pastor Mahon said, "What about the west side?" "Tibet lies in the east, west, north, and south." Xia Ma looked around.In this sea-deep mountain range and forest belt.It is hard for him to imagine that Tibet can go out. Pastor Ma Weng looked at the map and said with a sad face, "Then we can't go to heaven, can we? Please tell me where to go to get out of Tibet?" Xiama is in trouble. How does he know where the road to Tibet is?Looking around, the more you look, the more confused you become. Pastor Mahon smiled and walked over to show him the map: "Let me tell you, this way, go this way, and you will be able to get out." Xiama stared at the twisted, thick and thin complex lines and the two languages ​​of English and Tibetan on the map, and nodded as if she understood: "Then let's go, hurry up." Pastor Ma Weng and his entourage walked in front, and Xia Ma Ruben and his entourage followed behind, like an escort.After a day and a night of walking and stopping, I found that it was still a ravine, where the sun was blocked by grass and trees, birds and animals were infested, and there was no road. It was the first time they had walked the road, and it was almost impossible to walk.But Reverend Mahon didn't stop, it seemed that he came from here; even if there was a trap ahead, he could go around safely with his guards and mules. The trap is an arrangement of fate, and a big pit that goes straight up and down appears.I don't know when it was formed, but the huge hole is covered by dense grass and trees, and it is impossible to see that this is the entrance to hell.Pastor Ma Weng, who was walking in front, heard a scream from behind, and when he looked back, Xiama Ruben was nowhere to be seen.He dropped the bridle and turned, wondering what had happened, and almost fell himself.He trembled all over: "God." He was afraid, if it wasn't for God's blessing, he must be the one who fell. Xiama Ruben screamed in the big pit: "Buddha, Buddha, ouch, Buddha..." The voice spread to the bottomless bottom.The hell below reacted immediately, buzzing, as if the ghosts collectively exhaled, a strong and cold air rushed up and covered his face.He waved his hands wildly: "Buddha. Buddha, save me quickly." He was hung upside down among the branches of trees at a depth of more than ten meters in the pit, and a vine wrapped around his leg. Xiama Ruben believed that the reason why he did not go directly to hell was entirely due to the blessing of the Buddha.But Pastor Mahon thought it was God's arrangement. He stopped him and said, "Stop calling Buddha, and you will really die if you shout again. Why did you fall instead of me? Because God will punish those who disrespect and disbelieve him." sin, and mercifully does not want to see death." Xiama Ruben immediately shut up, thinking that God is going to send everyone to hell. He has already sent away an Englishman, and now he wants to send him away again.His heart was full of darkness, and he cursed viciously: "God shit." Before he finished speaking, the vines suddenly uprooted, and with a crash, Xiama screamed and fell straight down, disappearing. All Xiama Ruben's subordinates were screaming and praying to Buddha.The Buddha is above the head, the wind comes and goes, the clouds are high and the clouds are low, the trees are shaking and the trees are swinging. When the Buddha comes, he will come. Pastor Mahon turned pale with fright: "God, God, forgive him, just like you forgive all sinners." He asked the captain of the guard to bring a rope and tied it around his waist. The captain of the guard said: "Pastor, you can't do this. Colonel Galan won't allow me to let you do this." Pastor Mahon said: "Since you call me a pastor, you should know my responsibility. Maybe he is dead. I must represent God's mercy to send this person who has no time to repent." He said and tied the rope to a big tree. Wrapped it around and handed it to the captain of the guard.The captain of the guard still disagreed and wanted to hold him back.He resolutely walked forward, and went down the pit wall with a chirp. "Thank God, in the desolate Tibet. You let these barbarians see the dawn of Christ's salvation." Pastor Mahon actually found Xiama Rubon, who did not fall to the bottom of the pit, and was still invisible at the bottom of the pit In this place, he was blocked by bushes and bushes. "God's will can be seen everywhere, and all those who escaped death are God's help." He kept nagging God, and tied Xiama Ruben and himself together with a rope. Then there is the lifting.The captain of the guard and his soldiers pulled the rope with all their might, and the rope was almost broken, but at last the fork did not break.Pastor Niaoweng said, "I am down here. God will not let a servant who spreads the gospel die like this." Xiama Ruben, who was hoisted out of the pit, sat paralyzed on the ground without saying a word.He was so frightened that his mind went blank and he didn't know what to say.His subordinates surrounded him and asked him what he saw below, did he go to hell?He gave them a disgusted look, turned around, and looked at Priest Mahon and his guard with a complicated expression. Suddenly, Xiama Ruben shouted: "No, it's not God, it's the Buddha, the Buddha, it's the Buddha who saved me." As if he had accumulated it for many years, he used his shout to send out the big balls of Qi in his chest and abdomen. Fog, then plopped down on his knees and kowtowed his head.After knocking about a hundred, two hundred, three hundred times, I was so tired that I couldn't catch my breath, and I fell on the ground tired.After laying on the ground for a while, he got up, pointed to Pastor Ma Weng and said, "White rice doesn't grow on cold mountains, let's go, go outside Tibet, let's go." The opponent is a punch in the chest. Whether it is Tibetan or British; whether it is Buddha or God, they are all stunned: After all, Pastor Maun risked his life to rescue him from the depths of the pit, how could he turn his face and deny anyone? Xiama continued to wave her fist, as if to emphasize: I just want to turn my face and deny anyone. Priest Mahon backed away again and again.The captain of the guard rushed over with several guards to stand in front of Xiama.Xiama Ruben's people also rushed over, tearing up the guards and going to fight. Xia Ma yelled: "Who told you to do it? Drive them away. This is Tibet, where the Buddha is." Pastor Mahon said in a low voice: "God, you have seen how much they need to be redeemed." He looked at the "map of good and evil", and continued on the road. It was still the previous pattern, with Priest Ma Weng and the guards in front, Xiama Ruben and his party behind.The dense trees and thick grass and the vigilance of the pit prevented them from riding horses, and they couldn't walk in the afternoon. Rested for the night.When I woke up the next day and was about to go on the road, I realized that the contest between Buddha and God was getting more and more fierce.Pastor Mahon and Xiama Ruben fell almost at the same time.All Tibetans and British fell.The claws of the god of death quickly hooked their souls.They stared blankly at the sky.The sky is extremely clear and clear, without clouds, and there is no Buddha or God who stepped on the clouds.And there is no wind, no sign of the coming of the mighty Lord and Savior of Jesus with the wind.The Tibetans who showed their emotions, including Xiama Rubon, all cried.Pastor Mahon did not cry.But every cell in my body is full of tearful frustration. Is this the end, life and mission?They have a common sorrow.