Chapter 97 Section five

Lama Lama guessed wrong, and the cannons of the Crusaders did not bombard Naining Temple the next morning.The reason is that there is a swamp on the road from Zachangxia North Road to Naining Temple, and the mountain field guns and cannons pulled by horses and oxen cannot pass through, and the detour will delay the time.At noon, the first to arrive were ten small mountain field guns and Captain McGory.But Captain McGory did not come to supervise the bombardment.On the contrary, he came with the artillery unit to prevent them from shelling Naining Temple. Captain McGory used his big body to stand in front of the quickly erected mountain field artillery, and said loudly to Colonel Gelan: "No, no, no, what you blow up is not Tibetans but temples, and there are treasures we need in the temples. "

Colonel Galan said: "I can no longer bury my soldiers under the gunpowder and swords of the enemy. It is the smartest way to bury Tibetans themselves in Tibetan temples." Captain McGory said: "You forgot our contract: let Buckingham Palace own the Buddha statue in Tibet, because it is a symbol of the British Empire's conquest of the world's highest mountain and river. Let General McGory's private museum have tables and chairs, porcelain, Yellow satin embroidered screens are more valuable Gandhara sculptures, if not made of pure gold, they must be gem-studded and ancient gilt."

Colonel Galan said: "Captain, there are many monasteries in Tibet, but we haven't arrived in Lhasa yet." General McGory said, "Please don't call me a captain, I'm a general." Colonel Galan said, "Well, General, I'm responsible for the war, for the victory." General McGory said: "You don't have to be responsible this time. I will lead the people forward. All I need is for you to lend me fifty British soldiers including five machine guns." Colonel Galan said: "You can't do this general, I will also be responsible for you."

General McGory said loudly: "On behalf of the London military, I reiterate my request. We like Tibetans to be turned into corpses, but we don't like temples to be turned into ruins. Any ancient buildings and religious art belong to the United Kingdom. " Colonel Gelan was silent, and he said after a long while: "It seems that I need to postpone the shelling time. Then act quickly, general, I wish you safe and sound." General McGory said: "No, we need to shell in advance." Pointing to the hill to the east of Naining Temple, he said, "You should kill them first."

The west mountain near Naining Temple has been occupied by cross elite soldiers.Dongshan is still held by Tibetans. From the position on the top of the mountain, you can have a bird's-eye view and shoot the cross soldiers who came to the gate of the temple. Colonel Ge Lan ordered ten mountain field artillery to shell at the same time, and then sent Colonel Kaqi to lead a team of Sinba people to rush up.They killed all the Tibetans who stood firm and all the wounded who were too late to evacuate, and set up a Sienba sheepskin suede waistcoat as a banner on the top of the mountain. Lama Lama Xijia stood on the flat top floor of the main hall of the monastery, watching Dongshan fall, and saw the elite cross soldiers attacking the monastery again, calmly angry.He was surprised that the enemy did not bombard the monastery, excited by the deterrence of fifty British soldiers and five machine guns, and was about to face death again, not afraid, he was not afraid, and all the monks who stayed here seemed not to be afraid.They had already prepared their weapons: arquebuses, or swords and clubs.They are a group of people who are brave to die. At this juncture of prosperity and decline, they turn into a peaceful and indifferent scene, hidden in the most needed moment of history.

Lama Lama came down from the top floor, still walking calmly and confidently, with neither happy nor sad expression on his face, with a serene and natural expression, and even yawned a real one, just like sleeping and waking up in Danjilin for a night to guard the incense lamp, and then To meet the morning sun.In front of the main hall, there is a group of cassocks, including the monks and soldiers of Jiangcun Daiben Regiment who were withdrawn from Zachang Gorge, and the Living Buddha and Lama of Naining Temple.The monks and soldiers believed that they had experienced life and death, so they pushed the monks to the back with a look of contempt, and leaned towards the gate of the temple as much as possible, ready to fight at any time.

Lama Xijia looked at them and said peacefully: "Put down your weapons." Seeing that the monks did not move, he said loudly, "Is this what the foreign demons should say? Now I will say for the foreign demons: Put down your weapons. Ah, listen Don’t understand? Goats can’t climb trees, why? Because monkeys have already climbed up. Tibetans are not born to fight, we can only chant sutras. , killing women, killing babies, killing cows and horses, and destroying Buddhist scriptures and statues in pagodas and temples. Living Buddhas and lamas don’t recite scriptures, because the snow-capped mountains don’t grow ice. Listen to me, put down your weapons.” As he said, he threw the thick scripture pole in his hand on the ground with a bang. On the open space in front of the main hall.

The Tibetans and British who died all over the place yesterday have been cleared to the hill behind the monastery, and vultures and eagles are coming there in an endless stream. Someone said: "Great lama, if you don't fight, you will die. If you fight, you will die. It is better to fight." La Liga resolutely said: "If you fight, you will die, if you don't fight, you will die. It is better not to fight." The monks and soldiers who had become accustomed to obeying the Lama Lama's orders threw matchlock guns, swords and sticks into the open space one after another.The monks hesitated and asked each other with their eyes: Isn't this a surrender?

Xijia saw through their hearts at a glance, and said loudly: "Do you know the rules of Sakyamuni? Holding a knife is resistance, and chanting scriptures is also resistance. The Buddha's sword and gun cannot be retracted when stretched out, and cannot be stretched out when retracted." Although the temple monks did not want to see the result of the foreign demons occupying Naining Temple more than anyone else, but after hearing what he said, they threw their weapons over. Xijia said again: "I am the front-line supervisor, not the supervisor of chanting. Come quickly, the living Buddha lama who can chant sutras will read. Those who play the trumpet and those who beat the drum, this is the last puja." With a bang, the heavy gate of Naining Temple was opened.

General McGory did not expect that the gate of the temple opened automatically.From outside the door, you can see the swords, guns and sticks piled up all over the floor, and you can also see the figures of lamas sitting on the ground chanting scriptures.He let the soldiers take the lead with their machine guns in hand, and he followed behind and walked carefully. Just as he was about to enter the door, there was a loud bang, which made him jump back in fright.Fifty British soldiers quickly lay on the ground, and five machine guns fired bullets into the door at the same time. After shooting for a while, I realized that the roar was not the explosion of gunpowder, but the monks in the monastery who blew the dharma horn and rang the tambourine.General McGory ordered the shooting to stop. He felt that the situation inside could not be fully judged from the door, so he asked the soldiers to climb up the wall of the temple to have a look.As soon as the soldier got on the wall, he said, "General, there are no enemies here."

But General McGory does not think that monks who only chant scriptures and do not resist are not enemies.He walked into the gate of the monastery under the protection of five machine guns. He looked warily at the holes on the two floors of the main hall where he could shoot. He didn't see the barrel sticking out, so he was a little relieved. He glanced at the monks and thought strangely: You guys do not fight?Why? On the steps of the main hall, monks meditating and chanting are neatly lined up, some with eyes open, some with closed eyes; those with open eyes are fixed, as if they didn’t see the British coming into the temple gate at all; those with closed eyes are looking at people with their foreheads, What you see is the auspicious clouds in the sky, not the faces of the invaders.Some monks were bleeding from their heads, faces, and bodies. They were shot by machine guns fired outside the door just now. They were already dead, but they did not fall down.Under the steps, on both sides of the open space, surrounded by piles of swords, guns and sticks, there were also meditating monks. They all opened their eyes and stared at General McGory from the left and right directions, and followed him wherever he went.As usual, the lips are trembling, like the sound of trampling footsteps. The door of the main hall was also open, and two huge brass horns protruded from the inside. The horns were carried by four strong monks on their shoulders, like two huge eyes, staring at the Englishman in front of them.The thick and loud horn sound is like an invisible explosion, working in the invisible death.There is also the sound of drums, not too loud, but extremely crisp and sharp. The lama who beat the drums hid in the darkness inside the main hall door, and one can imagine how engrossed they were. The sutra sounds of the monks are like a tide, coming and going clearly, high and low in an orderly manner.It is the cadence under the care of nature, full of peace and tranquility in the ups and downs.And the biggest charm is the smoothness of the river, and the brilliance of the sun shining on the earth.It is as if terror is dissolved by nothingness, and death is dissolved by silence.It surprised everyone, including the lamas who recited the scriptures and the British who listened to the scriptures: they were about to die, how could they be so leisurely and clear. General McGory first shuddered, his body shrank suddenly, his neck was no longer stiff, his chin was retracted, his head still seemed to want to be raised high, but he lowered it involuntarily.He walked around the pile of weapons and walked to the steps, squinted at the monks who were meditating, and then looked down one by one?The whole body trembled more violently.He wanted to control himself, but found that he couldn't make decisions for himself.Horror and shock seemed to be at home, seeping out from the cracks in the soul and flesh one by one, as if reminding him: as stubborn as the Tibetans, so is the fear in him. He asked himself in surprise: How could he not be beaten to death?Why are you still chanting sutras after being beaten to death? As if answering his question, suddenly, a monk kowtowed and fell towards General McGory. With a bang, a stream of brains burst out from the cracked head and sprayed towards the general's chest.The general let out a cry, and his fat body jumped back more swiftly than a monkey.He jumped up to the machine gun and shouted sharply: "Hit, hit, hit me." Five machine guns and dozens of rifles under the control of fifty British soldiers showed their power together, and the bullets rained down on the lama who was meditating and chanting sutras, and also on the door of the main hall where the dharma horns were stretched out and the sound of drums was sounding. But none of the monks fell down, the sound of chanting sutras was still smooth and bright, the dharma horns were still thick and loud, and the sound of the drums was still crisp and sharp.It seems that the shooting of the British and the beating of the Tibetans did not happen at the same time and in the same world.General McGory involuntarily retreated to the gate of the temple, thinking that this is the most powerful enemy, the most powerful enemy I have met.He turned around tremblingly, and walked towards the position of the Crusaders in the distance, but felt that something was wrong, and returned to the back of the British soldiers who were still shooting, and shouted: "Retreat." Down, down, all the dead and dying monks are down.Among those who fell, Jiangcun Daimoto was included. But the sound of the dharma horns and drums did not stop, as if they were prophets, telling Lama Lama that there would be foreign demons rushing into the monastery soon.Lama Lama said: "Come on, anyway, I'm not dead yet." Adanima was wearing the blood-stained monk's robe that had been stripped from the body of the dead monk, and blocked in front of the Lama Lama with his strong body.He didn't die either, because he had to protect Lama Lama.The Buddha in Naining Temple effectively demonstrated the magic power to make the mortal people immortal. Lama Xijia led the living monks and moved all the dead monks to the hill behind the monastery.The vultures waited. Although they were pecking at dead bodies every day these days, they knew that they were not here to fill their stomachs. The goal was to eat everything and leave nothing behind.So they fly when they are full, fly desperately, skyrocket, and almost escape the gravity of the earth.Vultures and eagles are all rectal intestines. When they fly around, they turn their corpses into dung and eat them again.Ten celestial burial lamas were on guard day and night on the hill. They cut up the corpses and smashed the bones non-stop.It seems that in the nature of Tibet, no blood and corpses are allowed to be exposed on the ground. People and birds always use the fastest speed to eliminate the wounds and all traces of ravages left on them by others, and the mountains and rivers are safe again in a blink of an eye. beautiful.The open space in front of the main hall was emptied again, and before the new corpses were about to fill up, there were only a few crows sucking residual blood and some weapons abandoned by the Tibetans. The resistance at Naining Monastery continues: chanting, chanting, Tibetan chanting.Facing the robbers, the cowardly Tibet and Buddhism only had to chant scriptures.It is said that the mantra can make people harmless in the face of bullets and bullets, and can repel or even eliminate any invading enemies.But when they are wiped out again and again by foreign invaders, even lamas know that a nation that can only rely on earthen guns, swords, sticks, and stones to fight against modern foreign guns and cannons believes in mantras because The real power of the mantra is actually to make oneself have no fear, no sorrow, and no nostalgia before death, so that one can sit and wait for death instead of running away to die. Lama Xijia, an illiterate low-level lama who has always used offering offerings as a means of belief, began to chant sutras that he had never done so seriously in his life, even though it was a little bit pretentious.The other lamas followed, their postures in meditation became more dignified, and their recitations became clearer and more attentive.His demeanor is serene, his eyes are calm, and his heart has no place to live. War is nothing.The lama in the kitchen brought buttered tea, which is a must for chanting.All the lamas took out their own wooden bowls from their pockets, some of which were inlaid with silver rims and silver seats. drinking. Someone said: "It seems that the salt is too light. Why is the butter tea salted today?" The lama who poured the tea said as usual: "Is it watered down? Next time, don't say that the salt is too heavy." Are they still looking forward to the next time?Next time, heaven for tea. I just finished drinking the butter tea.Lama Xijia got up and walked outside the gate, urinated as if no one else was there, and then sat down again, yelling like a scripture teacher.The scriptures sounded again, and the meticulous fanbai Hongyin was full of the serenity and confidence of Tibet.Joy appeared, both in the face and in the voice, and the bouncing mantras came out cheerfully. The dharma horns and drums sounded like a mountain collapsed or a water collapsed. The British came again, led by General McGory.He does not believe that there are people in the world who are not afraid of bullets.Even if he faced the most powerful enemy in the world, he was still a flesh body rather than a bone of iron.Still fifty British soldiers, still five machine guns and dozens of rifles.When they swarmed in, General McGory was taken aback: the steps of the main hall and the open space on both sides were still covered with red cassocks.In his eyes, these cassocks riddled with holes in the flames of war are already immortal gods and monsters, weapons sharper than bullets and swords.Powerful fear rose from the bottom of his heart, and he waved his hands and shouted: "Fight, fight quickly." It seemed that if his machine gun didn't shoot, the opponent's mantra would turn into a machine gun and shoot at his head. Another frantic shooting.Then there is the escape.None of the monks resisted or chased them away, but both General McGory and his soldiers felt that a strong resistance and chase had taken place.They panicked and dropped a machine gun inside the gate of Naining Temple when they fled. The monks ignored the machine gun that could shoot the British when it turned around.Once again, they silently cleaned up the corpses of their companions, sat down and continued to chant sutras. A plop sound interrupted the melodious sutra sound like singing.The monks saw that Lama Lama Sijia fell on Adanima in front of him, and his forehead hit the back of the opponent's head heavily.Adanima turned around and hugged Lama Lama with his arms full, and shouted nervously: "Great Lama, Lama." He stayed to protect Lama Lama, the frontline chief. Now he is fine, but Lama Lama has fallen down. "Buddha, come and see this man." Was he hit by a British bullet?But just now he was directing the monks to carry the corpse. The monks suddenly became confused, surrounded and yelled, not knowing what to do.The backbone is lost, isn't there still a Buddha in Naining Temple?But the more a person has six gods and no master, the farther away the gods and Buddhas will be.There was no movement in the hall.It seems that when there is noise, the Buddha will fall asleep; when there is silence, the Buddha will take care of you. Adanima said: "Listen to me, listen to me, I am Adani Madabon, and now we are like this, lamas, we are like this..." He almost shook his head in anxiety, but he couldn't shake his mind, and let out a long sigh Then he said, "Let's continue chanting." The monks sat back to their original positions one after another.At this time, a girl pulled a horse and came in, looked left and right, and leaned wearily against the door frame: she finally came back, and returned to the arms of her own people.She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't speak, and shed a few lines of tears miserably.The monks looked at her, and she looked at the monks.Suddenly her eyes lit up, as if tears were silently blooming: La Liga?Then he blinked sadly: What happened to La Liga?Could it be dead?She threw away the reins of the horse, jumped up, and rushed over: "Xijia, Xijia, I am Sangzhu, and Sangzhu is back." Tears poured down immediately.She hugged Lama Lama's head, pressed her wet face to his dry lips, and screamed: "It's hot, it's hot, he's not dead." Adanima said, "Yes, girl, the great lama is not dead." Miss Sangzhu said: "Then what are you still doing here?" Adanima said, "The lamas are chanting scriptures." Miss Sangzhu said: "That is to wait for death. Do you know that the Lama Lama can't die? Hurry up, who will command the Tibetans to fight when he dies?" Adanima slapped his forehead flat: Why didn't he think of such a simple and clear question?He shouted, "Go and close the gate."