Chapter 11 Chapter 10 Nowhere to Talk Lonely

After the grand ceremony, Tsangyang Gyatso was finally officially enthroned.When the celebration gradually fell silent, 15-year-old Tsangyang Gyatso began to really enjoy the life of a living Buddha under the golden roof of the Potala Palace. Wearing gorgeous brocade clothes, he sat in a magnificent palace and enjoyed the golden water shield jade grains offered by the waiters at every meal.Amid the aroma of the finest Indian incense, he read thick Buddhist scriptures.During this time, the only person he saw every day was Sangye Gyatso, except for his teacher who taught him scriptures. Sangye Gyatso came to see Tsangyang Gyatso not only as Diba, but also as a teacher to teach him.Although his heart is now yearning for politics, he is indeed a learned scholar.As the favorite student of the fifth Dalai Lama, he is not only proficient in classics, but also good at debating.He has served the fifth Dalai Lama all the year round, and not only understands the fifth Dalai Lama's daily life, but also understands his thoughts.It is naturally suitable for him to be the teacher of the new Dalai Lama.Sangye Gyatso told Tsangyang Gyatso that his current knowledge is not enough to truly take on the important task of the Dalai Lama, and his primary task now is to study.

Diba was right.The Dalai Lama is the leader of the Tibetan religion. Although he has a high status, it is difficult to convince the public if he does not have real talents and learning. Therefore, Tsangyang Gyatso must become a generation of masters who are familiar with various sects.This made him have to immerse his whole body and mind in Buddhism. Studying Buddhism was originally Tsangyang Gyatso's favorite thing.In his view, Buddhism is a vast ocean. Although he has achieved achievements beyond his peers, it is far from enough, and there is still a distance from his ideal state, so he has never given up on the study of Buddhism.

Even when he was in love with Rigzin Wangmo, he was using his love for her to understand the realm of Buddhism.He felt that his love for Rigzin Wangmo and his love for Buddhism had many similarities.They all made his heart extremely warm, they all made him want to be close to them, and they all made him willing to devote his whole life to them. Buddhism also talks about love, but its love is love for all living beings.But if a person has never loved, how can he understand such a great love?Originally, he was only full of curiosity about Buddhism, but after he had loved it, he realized the breadth of Buddha's love and the greatness of Buddha.

But now, his love is gone, so he can only love Buddha.He is willing to immerse himself in the vast ocean of knowledge, and he is willing to appreciate the Buddha's love for all living beings. He also hopes that one day he will be able to care for all living beings like a Buddha.At that time, he will eventually become a qualified Living Buddha. Sangye Gyatso is very satisfied with Tsangyang Gyatso's performance, he is now a child who studies hard.He is also willing to teach him carefully. After all, only a talented Dalai Lama can make him gain a firm foothold.He taught him the scriptures, he taught him history, he taught him human beings, and the only thing he didn't teach him was politics.

Although since the fifth Dalai Lama, the church and state have been united, Sangye Gyatso, who holds great power, does not want to be deprived of power by the new Dalai Lama.He hoped that the sixth Dalai Lama could put his mind on scriptures instead of politics.He can't take the risk of letting Tsangyang Gyatso get in touch with politics easily.The fifth Dalai Lama was very capable in this area. Sangye Gyatso was worried that once Tsangyang Gyatso was exposed to a little bit of politics, he might display immeasurable abilities. No, he doesn't want to, he prefers to let Cangyang Gyatso be his puppet.Tsangyang Gyatso is still young and weak, as long as he is allowed to ignore things outside the window, he can be his puppet safely.This is a very ideal state. The power of Sangye Gyatso in his life depends on whether he can control this dragon horse.

But gradually, Sangye Gyatso discovered that Tsangyang Gyatso would lose his mind from time to time during class.His eyes looked at the blue sky outside the window, as if there was something there that made him wonder, and it seemed that there was something he yearned for.That expression worried Sangye Gyatso, he didn't like Tsangyang Gyatso's interest in anything other than Buddhism. Sangye Gyatso knocked on the table, and pulled Cangyang Gyatso's wandering thoughts back.Tsangyang Gyatso looked at Diba apologetically, and the latter's eyes showed dissatisfaction.Cangyang Gyatso hurriedly lowered his head, but he quickly raised his head again and asked Diba something that surprised him: "Diba, what is the relationship between us and the Mongols?"

When did Tsangyang Gyatso's nerves begin to touch politics?Sangye Gyatso opened his eyes wide and looked at Tsangyang Gyatso in disbelief.This little boy is already stepping on his minefield.After all, Sangye Gyatso is a seasoned politician, and his surprised expression was only fleeting. He didn't want to give Tsangyang Gyatso the impression that he was being manipulated, and he wanted to be as gentle as possible. He pondered for a while and said, "You must know that the Mongolians have always regarded Tibet as a holy land of Buddhism. They regard you as their suzerain. They are willing to worship the most supreme Living Buddha. They are our benefactors."

Tsangyang Gyatso asked the past almost immediately: "Since they are benefactors, why did they send troops to garrison Lhasa? Is this what benefactors should do?" Sangye Gyatso frowned slightly and said, "That's because the Mongols helped the fifth Dalai Lama unify Tibet, so the emperor sent them to help us manage politics." "Then they have a lot of power?..." Cang Yang asked anxiously. Sangye Gyatso didn't let him finish the question, so he made a stop gesture.He found that the 15-year-old boy in front of him had begun to show political acumen.That's what he's afraid of.He felt a wave of anger welling up in his heart, and if Cangyang Gyatso asked any more questions, he might get angry.

He took a breath, calmed down, and said: "Politics is a very complicated thing, so the fifth Dalai Lama has always told me to handle the relationship between the court, Mongolia and Tibet. He is worried that something will happen after his death." There should be no changes, so when I was dying, I was told that I must stick to my throne and not relax. So no matter how difficult it is, I will do this thing well, you just need to rest assured. You should focus more on your studies, those annoying things, I will deal with them myself." Tsangyang Gyatso lowered his eyes in bewilderment. He knew that Sangye Gyatso had issued a ban, an order that prohibited him from entering politics.He didn't understand even more, isn't this what the Dalai Lama should do, isn't it what he should think about? Why did Diba say that these things have become his business?Cangyang Gyatso did not deny that Sangye Gyatso did have extraordinary talents, and he admired his profound knowledge.But he came to be the Dalai Lama, shouldn't Diba teach him these basic knowledge?But he didn't dare to say it at this time.

The cleverness since childhood made Cangyang Gyatso suddenly realize that everything about him was arranged by Diba, who became a barrier between him and the outside world.He is a living Buddha, he is high above the ground, but he can only communicate with the outside world through Diba.He became a prisoner trapped in the Potala Palace by Diba! Suddenly, he felt lonely, a loneliness like never before!Even after learning the news of his mother's death, he was still accompanied by his respected teacher and close friends, and he felt somewhat comforted in his heart.But on the high Potala Palace, all he felt was cold.

This seemingly novel and luxurious status turned out to have no meaning at all.He is just a puppet, a clay statue of Buddha enshrined in a high place.He has no friends, no relatives, and the only teacher he can respect, but he only uses him as a political bargaining chip. He began to miss the relaxed life in his childhood, and the secular life at the foot of the Red Mountain.But even if he descends to the mortal world, it is impossible for him to have that ease again.Now, he is no longer a "person" - who will once again stand on his equal footing and talk to him cordially?Like grandma stroking his head, like a friend holding his hand, like a lover embracing his body?He is now trapped in a cage, but this cage looks extremely gorgeous.He was so lonely that he was going crazy. As a high-ranking person, he must be lonely, right?When Tsangyang Gyatso was "under house arrest" in a gorgeous palace, without power or freedom, this loneliness can only be known by those who have experienced the same experience as him. In the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, Li Longji, the king who had created a prosperous age, was put under house arrest. "There is a lot of autumn grass in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves." Outside the deserted palace, the autumn grass has withered and is covered with white dew.And no one swept the fallen leaves full of steps, and the bright red was wetted by the autumn rain, and they were connected into one piece, which looked shocking.The man named Li Longji was old and was put under house arrest by his son.Although he is revered as the "Supreme Emperor", this once powerful emperor no longer has any power. What can he do?There is not even enough supply.It seems that he is the most honorable person in the Central Plains - the emperor's father, but no one even cleans his yard.No one talks to him, no one understands his heart, and the evening scene is bleak. In loneliness, he recounted his life in detail, and found that the loneliness at this time was as similar to the loneliness when he first succeeded to the throne.Back then, he had just killed Empress Wei and Princess Anle, and ascended to the position of Great Treasure.He is a young emperor, he is full of vigor, and he started the "Kaiyuan Reign".However, he doesn't look as happy as one might think.He has the supreme position, but there is no one to whom he can confide his heart. Those who are afraid of him tremble in front of him and dare not speak; those who flatter him try to speak meaningless good things in front of him.He wanted to hear sincere words, just like when he was an unsuccessful prince. At that time, there were so many people who told the truth, and they made him feel that he was a member of a group, not the lonely person he is today. He was so lonely then and now.The loneliness at the top and the loneliness of being under house arrest are eating at his bones. They are all desolate with nowhere to speak.And Tsangyang Gyatso, at the age of 15, tasted the pain of both. When Sangye Gyatso left the room, Cangyang Gyatso fell down on the couch dejectedly.He felt powerless, lost his way in this luxurious room.Only now did he understand that the heights were extremely cold.The strong wind blew the banner outside the house.In the past, this chasing wind was the banner that inspired him.But at this moment, he knew that it was just a harsh reminder to him. He felt that the fall just now made his heart loose and he didn't know where he was.He tried to take his heart back, but no matter how hard he tried, they didn't have the will to return to their original positions.In the end he gave up, he was unable to control his own world, he could not even control his own heart. He opened his eyes in a daze, as if he was about to wither there.He seemed to feel that he would be a walking corpse in the future, without thinking or speaking, and only needing to hold a few threads connected to Sangye Gyatso's hands.His whole life will be so manipulated, what is the meaning of his life? ! Gradually, his consciousness became a little confused.In a trance, he seemed to see a beautiful mother like Tara.Still the same as when he was a child, his mother came gently to hug him, and buried his head in her arms.He smelled the aroma of his mother, which was mixed with the smell of milk and tsampa.The smell permeated his body, and he seemed to have returned to the home he longed for. The breath of the mountains and fields came to my nostrils.The surroundings seem to be noisy again, more sounds: the cow is snorting, a child is running past in a hurry, adults are shouting, and there seems to be cuckoo crowing in the distance. "Is it spring?" Cangyang Gyatso asked in a low voice. He didn't get an answer, but the warmth of his mother's body let him know that it was spring.He knew that the mountains and fields outside the house were covered with yellow and green clothes, and the adults had to carry baskets on their backs to sow barley seeds in the fields.They got together and sang songs, and their singing will continue to the clouds in the sky. In the mist, Cangyang Gyatso sighed softly.In this boundless loneliness, homesickness may be his only solace.