Chapter 43 Chapter VIII Preaching and Teaching

In the evening, we drank and celebrated at Basang's house, and the Tibetan compatriots were very enthusiastic.The big bowl of wine was drunk one after another, and the highland barley wine made my mouth bitter. Although I was not drunk, I still felt very uncomfortable. I had a strange dream all night, and the next morning, when I woke up, I felt flustered for no reason. After thinking about it for a long time, I found Miscellaneous Hair Trail and told him about my experience in the bottom of the water yesterday combined with last night's dream. Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao scratched his head, thought for a while, and asked me, he seemed to have heard me mention it a few days ago, dreaming that he was lying in a coffin, and he also sank to the bottom of the water, so this time there is no difference?I said, not this time, this time I saw the huge hanging coffin floating with the current outside, almost exactly the same as the one I saw at the bottom of the water yesterday.

After Miscellaneous Xiaodao and I confirmed that it was not a hallucination, I began to wonder. You must know that Tibetan Buddhism emphasizes that "Bodhisattvas don't hesitate to give their lives", which is derived from the Buddhist stories of "King Shibi gave pigeons with his body" and "Mahasattva devoted himself to feeding tigers".In Tibetan areas, if there is no burial, how can there be a coffin? I recalled it carefully, and I was sure that I had seen that coffin somewhere before, and it looked very familiar. This sense of curiosity tickled me, but when Miscellaneous Hair Xiaodao proposed to go back to the bottom of Tianhu Lake to have a look, I was unwilling.

Although the sword-backed crocodile was subdued by the little lama with the Buddha light of the relic, it did not mean that it changed to become a vegetarian.With that little lama around, it can still restrain its hostility, but at other times, it may not necessarily dump me.What's even more exasperating is that in order to save face for those two red-clothed lamas, we can't hurt it yet, so as not to turn Baiju Temple's face in time.A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake.We are still two wanted criminals, and we have to start running again, which is what I don't want.Thinking of all the twists and turns, I gritted my teeth and couldn't go on, what kind of water coffin, it's none of my business?

Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao laughed, and said yes, no matter how much the lake said that day, what does it matter to us? After talking about this, we began to speculate on the identity of the little lama again. Zamao Xiaodao guessed that the little lama might be an unregistered Living Buddha.The living Buddha mentioned here does not only refer to the owner of the Potala Palace, but the title of the Han people to some reincarnated practitioners in Tibetan areas.Tibetan teachings have the theory of Dharma body, sambhogakaya and incarnation body.In essence, it is to say that monks with profound Dharma and attainment status will reincarnate and re-cultivate through soul transfer when they are dying.Such a reincarnated venerable is a Living Buddha.

However, ordinary living Buddhas, because they want to inherit their previous religious status, usually hold grand religious activities and submit them to the autonomous region government for approval, so there will be no such anonymous living Buddhas.In retrospect, I didn't even know the name of that little lama, and judging from the reactions of Nanka Gyatso and other Tibetans, it was obvious that this little lama was not very famous. But it is precisely because of this that it appears even more mysterious. The two of us guessed for a while, but we were not satisfied, so we stopped thinking about it. Anyway, the two lamas were not hostile to us.

I practiced boxing at the gate of Nanka Gyatso's house. My joints became loose and I felt refreshed. The sweat turned into vapor and rose above my head.Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao sat on the stone at the door, watched me practice, and said with a smile, little poison, after you have practiced this skill for a long time, will you also turn into a bug? I poohed him, the solid section in "Twelve Ways to Suppress Mountains", this old boy also listened to my analysis and explanation, learned a thing or two, and said such unlucky words, really uncomfortable.I don't care about him, as soon as I stomped my foot, the ghost sword jumped into my palm, and with the sword in my hand, it turned into a swimming dragon, and I danced like crazy. I was dazzled for a moment, and the sword light flashed four times.This trip to the sword practice made my blood surge all over, and I felt endless energy spreading in my body.This powerful feeling made me very excited. With a long howl at the end, the sharp gold-plated sword tip suddenly touched a young man's Adam's apple.

Moving up along the tip of the sword, I saw a red-faced Tibetan boy, he looked at me nervously, and shouted in a stuttering voice: "En, benefactor..." I thought for a few seconds Then I remembered that this Tibetan boy was Mochi, the second son of the Basang family.Yesterday, his whole body was covered in that stinky mucus, yellow and white, and it was so disgusting, I didn't want to see it the second time I took a first look.After returning, he ate a roast lamb feast at Basang's house. The young man also had a rest early because he was too frightened, so he didn't see much.

Mo Chi came here this time to pay homage to his teacher.He communicated with us in non-standard Chinese, saying that he wanted to find a master to teach him skills.I heard that we fought against the gods in the lake with two masters yesterday.On the way back, the master also praised us a lot, so he came to beg us. Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao squatted at the door, like an idler at the entrance of the village, and asked Mo Chi why he didn't go to the monastery to learn?There are many capable people there, why bother with us two foreigners? Mo Chi blushed and said that he also went to a monastery when he was young, but he was said to have no Buddha heart, so he was kicked out.

Holding two hangs of air-dried yak meat in his hand, he knelt on the ground and said, two masters, just accept me and teach me one and a half moves, and I will serve you for the rest of my life. Miscellaneous Xiaodao and I naturally disagree.I opened the golden silkworm Gu, which is difficult for ordinary people to learn. As for the Gu master, I am really not qualified.As for Zamao Xiaodao, he follows the rules of the teacher's school. Although Maoshanzong expelled him from the gate, he must abide by the rules that he is not allowed to accept disciples without permission.Even the various methods that he taught me are all from his Xiao family, or ordinary high-end products.

However, Namochi spotted the two of us, stuffed the air-dried yak meat into our hands, then got up cheeky, followed Pidianpidianer, asked about our health, and made various accusations.Like a follower, Xu Sanduo in Li is nothing more than that.We ignored him, and we were not angry. The barking of "Master, Master" was completely different from our image of the honest and taciturn Tibetan compatriots. Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao travels all over the world, has seen everyone, and has done a thorough understanding of the world, no matter what, it is always a laugh, but I can't do it.How should I put it, I am a bit of a soft-hearted person, if this Mo Chi ran over with open fire and a knife in his hand, I would have been straightforward, but his stalking posture made me Some are not easy to refuse, and it is inconvenient to put on the posture of an expert and reprimand him.

At noon, at Nanka Gyatso’s house, after eating together, I squatted in the hut to solve my personal problems. This Tibetan guy was outside the door, telling me in broken Chinese that when he was herding sheep, “Dahei” and The funny story of "Little Black" fighting in the top corner.I finally surrendered, and ran out of the hut with a sad face, and told him to teach him a hand. As for how much I can learn, it depends on each person's ability. Mo Chi happily jumped up and down, grinning with white teeth, thinking that it was his sincerity that moved me. Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao also laughed strangely, thinking that it was also a funny thing that I was tortured by this simple and honest guy to the point of going crazy.When he entered the room, he poked my arm, smiled at me and said, little poison, if you were a girl in your previous life, I'm afraid it would be easy to chase.I saw this guy with a mean smile, so I couldn't get angry, and I gave him a middle finger back. In Lao Xiao and I’s room, we welcomed four students, besides the stalking Tibetan aspiring boy Mo Chi, there were also three little kids from Nanka Gyatso’s family. I didn't let them call me master, and I also showed that what I taught was just small things, but under the strong religious atmosphere, these four students still seemed very serious.What I'm talking about is naturally not the harmful Gu technique, but the discussion of the nine-character mantra in the "Twelve Ways". This nine-character mantra, "Ling darts are in harmony with the heart-cracking Qi Chan", originally came from the "Jiuhui Mandala" of Esoteric Buddhism. It is the secret of the three secrets of the Tathagata. Being able to enter samadhi was passed down by Luo Shiba by absorbing the strengths of other teachings, and I am familiar with it.After such a long period of comprehension, as well as the words and deeds of monk Huiming, the essence can be discussed to some extent, so I will show them one by one. One lecture made my mouth thirsty, and the students below were also gulping it down. Mr. Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao and Mr. Tiger Cat watched the fun and laughed crookedly. Only then did I feel the hard work of being a teacher.My lectures are concise and to the point, and everything is based on practice. After teaching the mudra, pronunciation and state description of each mantra, I finally said the words I have planned for a long time: "This is the content of today. Go back and understand it yourself. Practice diligently, if you don’t have a sense of energy and don’t feel the Buddha’s voice, don’t come to me again. There is no shortcut in the world, only by your own understanding and hard work can you truly become a capable person!” The four disciples bowed and retreated.Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao laughed and said, "There is no shortcut in the world". Why do I find it so ironic when you say such passionate words? But after my arrangements, Mo Chi really didn't come to bother us anymore, so another two days of leisurely days passed.At dinner in the evening, Nanka Gyatso told us that the second boy of the Pasang family has been insane all day long since he was rescued. I know if I should invite my teacher to come over and take a look. The three children in his family, plus me and Zamao Xiaodao, couldn't help but smile when they heard it, and stopped talking.