Chapter 2 Volume 1 Chapter-1

In the good old days when people and gods could communicate and dance together, Tibetans living on both sides of the Lancang River Canyon at the junction of Yunnan and Tibet could often see the messengers of gods shuttle between the earth and heaven.Every once in a while, people can hear such fascinating words—— "Father, come and see, a lama has flown into the sky on a light beam!" "Buddha, thank you for sowing these golden barley from the sky!" "Dharma protector with boundless power, come and drive away the devils on the pasture!" "God has won!"

At that time, in the wild and hidden snow-capped valleys in the eastern part of Tibet, the Lancang River rushing down from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau was a fierce tiger descending the mountain, making the canyon so serious that it was terrifying and dizzy.The river water is like a knife, and the wind is like an arrow, passing through the canyon, creating this magnificent Grand Canyon, and also shaping the people in this canyon, standing upright like a cliff and proud like a snow-capped mountain.At that time, the ground often trembled slightly. This was not the turning over and twisting of the underground devil after waking up from his dream, but the boulders at the bottom of the river were carried by the flood and fled stumbling downstream.No matter how huge their bodies are, they are not opponents of floods; just like no matter how powerful a great man or wise monk is in the world, they are not opponents of time.But even time, when it flows into the Lancang River Canyon, has to ups and downs, splashes, falls, and disappears with the tumbling waves.Time is like the river, ruthless; the river is like time, day and night.

In that innocent age, the sky was a battlefield where gods and demons galloped.People often see their elegant silhouettes looming in the blue sky and white clouds, hear their battle cries accompanied by rolling thunder, and the white clouds of the gods grazing in the sky. When they are happy, they will scatter white clouds on the alpine pastures Let the white clouds turn into flocks of cattle and sheep, let the nectar in the clouds nourish everything on the earth, let the sun caress the grass on the pasture like grandma's warm fingers, and the crops in the field, so that they have a healthy life in the four seasons. Dry and prosperous.And the lightning that the devils waved like a sheep's whip, as well as the hail, plague and other disasters packed in a huge invisible bag, often smashed people's auspicious life full of holes.The power of devils can not only change the color of the earth and fill the rivers with corpses, but sometimes even kind and pious women give birth to children, and they often intervene to steal people's lifelines invisible and silently.

In the summer of this year, people were horrified to see the figure of the devil flashing around in the canyon.The wife of Du Ji, a caravan merchant on the west bank of the Lancang River, was born in October, and when she went up the mountain to collect firewood, she gave birth to a baby with the head of a snake.It is said that the nondescript little guy has hard to identify facial features, the neck is thicker and longer than the head, the fingers of the two small hands are glued together like webs, and the legs are brought together from the hips down. The poor woman who gave birth to a monster with a snake head and a human body was named Yang Jin. She cried and said to her husband Du Ji who came to rescue her: "It was the devil who took my child away in exchange for such a monster."

She was lying on a pile of bushes by the side of the road at that time.This valley bush grows thick and low, without leaves, and its dense branches are airtight.Woodcutters often use them as stools for resting their feet. After a long time, the tops of the bushes are flattened and elastic, like dark green beds on the side of the road.The blood dripping from the woman's body has stained the bushes black and red, and they will grow stronger next year. The industrious and hard-working Tibetan women in the canyon cannot give birth in their own halls or bedrooms, because that would be considered unclean.They either stay in their own cattle stables, or find a secluded place on the mountain to complete the passing of the family blood.Yang Jin is already the mother of two children. Her eldest son is Alasi, who was almost identified as the reincarnated soul boy. When she gave birth to her second son Yudan, she brought a handful of firewood early in the morning like today. Dao went out, and when he returned home in the afternoon, he carried a bundle of firewood on his back and held the newborn child on his chest.

Duji is a kind and honest caravan businessman. Over the years, he has taken his own caravan down to Handi, up to Lhasa, and as far as Kalimpong in India.But even though he was a well-informed man, he was still unprepared for the strangest thing in the world to happen to his wife.He looked at the lump of flesh and blood wrapped by the pad skirt on his wife's waist, but he didn't even have the guts to take another look. "How did the devil take our children?" he muttered angrily. "A lightning came out from behind the clouds and took my child away. She is a little girl with pink skin, Duji." Yang Jin cried loudly.

In recent years, the devil took away the children in the canyon. The lightning in the sky is a whip that the devil wields on people's heads. It not only takes away the lives of the children, but sometimes drives the herds of cattle and sheep to the sky. go.Duji looked bitterly at the thick clouds above the canyon, imagining the lightning released by the devil. "Only those lama masters know what's going on. Alas! Let's go back." "But how do we bring him home?" Yang Jin said, pointing to the package on the bushes. "You go first," Du Ji's eyebrows were furrowed together, embarrassment thicker than dark clouds piled up on his face.Gritting his teeth, he said, "Give him to me."

Yang Jin sadly saw her husband walking down the valley with the package in his arms, towards the Lancang River below the valley.The mountain wind blows the teardrops on her face like raindrops, and the dust on the mountain road emits small white smoke.Yang Jin could only appeal helplessly to the empty canyon: "Buddha, what bad things did I do in my previous life?" The caravan businessman Duji is very famous in the Lancang River Canyon. The Lancang River Canyon under the Kawagebo Snow Mountain has been the corridor from Han to Tibet since ancient times. An ancient post road passes through the Lancang River Canyon and winds to the snow-covered plateau.Those goods brought by horses from the Han area were transported to the Duke Zong in front of the canyon (Note: Zong is the establishment of a county in Tibet in the old days). After that, the horse drivers in the Han area generally could no longer go forward. Firstly, they are not familiar with the customs and customs of Tibet, and secondly, they cannot climb over the higher snow-capped mountains in front of them.There are many caravan post stations in Dukezong, where Tibetan merchants bought the goods of Han merchants, and the caravan team composed of all Kham people continued to carry tea, cloth, silk, ironware and other commodities needed by Tibet to Tibetan areas.They are people who earn money by their feet. People call them horse feet, human feet and horse legs. For hundreds of years, they have worked together on this ancient post road to carry out the trade between the two ethnic groups, Han and Tibetan.Over the years, Duji has accumulated incomparable wealth for himself in the Lancang River Canyon by virtue of his firm and strong feet, as well as his assiduous and shrewd business sense, and built the largest and most spectacular house on the east bank of the canyon.People say that the money of Duji's family is like the water in the Lancang River, flowing day and night.People in the canyon can hear the sound of Duji’s Tibetan silver entering the warehouse every night, even covering the waves of the Lancang River; It also emits a blinding white light during the day.

Now, the peaceful and wealthy life is broken.When Duji returned to his family's courtyard, it was just getting dark.The sound of lamas chanting scriptures came from the hall on the second floor, and some horse drivers who usually bowed to salute Duji, now either avoided him from a distance, or showed strange fear in their eyes.At the gate, Du Ji reached out and grabbed A Dui, a teller who was trying to avoid him. "Do I smell of the devil?" Ah Dui shook his head desperately, his face turned red, but he couldn't speak, as if someone had stuck his neck. "Devils have no smell." The one who said this was Gongba Living Buddha of Yundan Monastery, who had just come down the stairs. "They only have the evil they bring to people."

"Living Buddha!" ​​Duji hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, "Please save my wife, she has provoked the devil." "It's not that she provoked the devil, but the devil has entangled her." Gomba Living Buddha said. "Where is that child?" "I... I, I..." The waves of the Lancang River were churning in Duji's mind.As soon as the child entered the water, the blue water of the river immediately turned red, and the waves jumped as high as the house. At that time, Duji felt that it was not the child that was swept away, but his own heart. "You have done a lot of evil, Duji." The Living Buddha Gongba still said in a steady tone, "It is a living being after all. Maybe my spell can drive away the devil in that little life."

Du Ji was taken aback for a moment, all the anxiety, shame and anger since seeing his wife in the afternoon surged up and flooded him like a river.His eyes were suddenly dark, and he fell headlong at the feet of Gomba Rinpoche. "Carry him to the firepit, and let the warm firepit drive away the dark ghost in his heart." Gongba Living Buddha said worriedly to the two sons of Duji's family, Alasi and Yudan, who came from the house, "It seems that The evil of the devil has pervaded all beings on our west coast." Those two sons were like strong foals on the prairie, who stumbled over the ups and downs of life as soon as they learned to run.They all threw themselves beside Duji, yelling "Abba, Abba".Gongba Living Buddha suddenly discovered that Alasi, who had grown into a young man, exuded a resentment that made him worry. A kind of devil called "worried demon" was looming not far behind him, with a sinister smile on his face. It reveals the comfort of treating Alassi as a palm toy.He remembered that many years ago, this child was almost recognized as the reincarnated soul boy of a great living Buddha in Houzang, but good fortune played tricks on this child who originally possessed the root of wisdom, so that the Buddha nature hidden deep in a person's life could not be revealed in a timely manner. . The Living Buddha sighed, put his hand on the top of Alasi's head, and quickly recited a scripture, temporarily driving away the "worship demon" behind him.Driven by the Living Buddha's spell, that guy drifted away silently with a puff of black smoke like a wounded crow. "Son, the devil can be seen everywhere in our life, just don't let it enter our hearts. The devil is the biggest devil. Help your father go home quickly." Alasi, the child who was once watched by the eyes of the Buddha, has grown up year after year on the alpine pasture like an ordinary person, and has grown into a heroic Khamba youth.Fluffy hair, flying in the wind like a black flag; tall and straight figure, like a pine tree on a cliff standing upright against the wind.There are also moving voices and vigorous dance steps.He has the excellent talents that a Khamba young man should have; but many people do not have the wisdom root and Buddha affinity that he himself has not discovered.He was born with certain unmistakable imprints of his previous life, not like a newborn baby, but like some old friend that people have known for a long time; The sound of the lamas chanting scriptures in the temple led the cows in the cattle pen to hum together. An old lady who came to help deliver the baby was stunned, because she clearly remembered that this was the sound she heard when she went to the temple to kowtow that morning. to the scriptures.She was like holding a precious Buddha statue, not knowing where to put the child.But the baby suddenly said, "There's a rainbow outside." The old lady looked up from the door of the cattle pen, and she saw a gorgeous rainbow flying over the roof of Duji's house, and a moderate shower With the petals falling down one after another.The old grandmother was so excited that she stuffed the baby into Yang Jin's arms, knelt down slightly trembling and kowtowed her long head. "You are a Buddha and Bodhisattva!" There are still many strange things about this child. For a while, he could understand the language of animals, the murmurs of the cattle and sheep on the pasture when they faced the grass, and the conversation between the heavy-laden horses and mules in the father's caravan. Conversation filled his ears all day long, making his head, which had been huge since he was a child, overwhelmed and had a splitting headache.Although no horseman told him the story of driving the horse, the experience of the horse driver along the way filled his mind.Those villages, dangers, winds, frosts, snows and rains that Arasi stayed at home did not retell them, and there was no space in his head to listen to more stories told by the mules and horses.Fortunately, as he grew older, this special function in him gradually disappeared. When it was almost dawn, Du Jicai struggled out of the dark abyss. The eldest son Alasi looked dignified by the fire pond, while the second son Yudan fell asleep on one side.In the Buddhist room dedicated to the shrine on the third floor, the lama who was invited from Yundan Temple to exorcise ghosts chanted sutras intermittently, as if they were raving in the depths of sleep. Seeing his father waking up, Arasi rushed forward, "Abba, are you feeling better? Come, have a bowl of medicinal soup." He poured out the medicinal soup from an earthen pot simmering by the firepit and handed it to Duji. "The lamas and masters have already recited scriptures for the medicine and blessed it with mana." Alasi said. Du Ji suddenly felt that the time had come for his son to be the pillar of the family.If he and Yang Jin are entangled by the devil, his son will be able to pass on the blood of the family safely in this generation. "Alassi, it's time for you to ask for a wife." Arasi hesitated for a moment, then pinched the hem of his clothes and said, "Abba, we brothers listen to you." Half a year ago, Duji decided to let his two sons Alasi and Yudan marry Dawa Dolma, the daughter of the family housekeeper Dundup, based on the traditional Tibetan custom of marrying children and practical considerations as a businessman.The custom of brothers sharing wives was very common in the canyon at that time. People believed that this was the best choice for the family property to never be divided, and it was also the son's greatest filial piety to his parents.For thousands of years, Tibetan families in the canyon have made a living with limited living resources, and it is not easy to set up a property. How can they divide up the property of their parents and even their ancestors just because they get married and have children?Only the chieftain family can marry two or even three wives.This is the blessing given to them by God. Although ordinary people also enjoy the power of love, the fruit of love is somewhat bitter in the barren land.But people have become accustomed to it, just like they are accustomed to all the disasters and gifts that the earth bestows on people. Duji had already made arrangements for the common family life of the two sons.When Dawa Dolma gets married, and after she and her eldest son Alasi get married, he will go out with Dhondup to drive horses. Duji has long planned to open a business in Lhasa as a transit point between the canyon and the Indian freight line , Alasi will become the young shopkeeper of the Lhasa firm.The youngest son, Yudan, takes care of his sister-in-law—who is also his wife—at home. After one or two years, when Yudan grows up, he can go to Lhasa to replace his elder brother. "People who stay at home will not be lonely, and those who go out will also have a concern." Duji once said to his two sons when he decided on this marriage. Arasi's answer was: "Abba, I listen to you." The youngest son Yudan said: "Abba, I know the duty of being a brother." Compared with the strong and resolute Alasi, Yudan is like a child in another family.He has fair skin and a tall stature. The plateau sun does not seem to tan his face, nor does the buttered tsampa nourish his body. "This guy looks like a ewe lamb." Duji often commented on his youngest son.Yudan was born shy and shy, with soft eyes and an introverted personality.Perhaps because his elder brother Alasi is too strong, Yudan is like a seedling under a big tree, which will never grow up.Since he was a child, he followed Alasi to the pasture to graze. Alassi took care of all difficulties. He was protected by his brother's strong and staunch personality.With almost no effort, he can deal with the risks and hardships that a shepherd boy under the snow mountain should bear.But he is delicate and full of emotions. When he heard that he and his elder brother married Dawa Dolma, he almost shed tears.This is not because of grievances, but because of happiness.If the god in charge of love could speak, he would tell us that Yudan had secretly fallen in love with Dawa Dolma long ago, even earlier than Alasi, and the fact proved that the love was stronger than Alasi. Dawa Dolma, the daughter of the housekeeper Dhondup, is the bravest and most beautiful girl in the valley.She grew up on the ranch with the Arasi brothers, and they have closer feelings and experiences than siblings.When the parents of the two families tried to combine the three of them into a family, the three young people seemed shy and strange instead.Not even a snow leopard brought them any closer. In the summer of a year ago, on the alpine pasture, a snow leopard attacked a bull of Dawa Dolma's family, and it bit the neck of the bull.Although the bull bull was twice the size of the snow leopard, its opponent was agile, ferocious and resolute.The bull jumped and struggled desperately, and the gushing blood stained the snow leopard's head, which aroused its bloodthirsty desire even more.Dawa Dolma was just sixteen years old at that time, and a powerful snow leopard stood in front of her, like an unreasonable and brutal guy jumping out of the grass. "Don't eat my cow! Please, don't eat it!" she begged it. But the snow leopard didn't listen to her, the cow and the leopard rolled together on the grass.Seeing that the snow leopard was about to drag the cow into the forest, Dawa Dolma, who was helpless, had no choice but to grab the snow leopard by its tail, trying to use her own strength to drag the cow out of the snow leopard's mouth.The snow leopard didn't pay attention to the interference behind it at all, it bit the cow's neck firmly, and just flicked the steel whip-like leopard tail, and threw the weak Dawa Dolma from one end to the other, but it was stubborn But the brave little girl did not let go, as if the leopard's tail was born in her hand, she became a butterfly attached to the snow leopard's tail and fluttered.If it weren't for the people crying, the cows whining, and the snow leopards roaring, people who saw it would think it was a game. Arasi, who was grazing on the other side of the hillside, heard the shout and rushed over. He was holding an arquebus, but he didn't know where to shoot. He saw people, cows, and leopards rolling on the grass, and no one could get rid of them. Who.He shouted: "Let go, Dolma!" In front of the three aspects of desperate fighting, shouting and howling, this voice was as small and fragile as the humming of mosquitoes, and they ignored his existence at all.Alasi shouted again: "Please, Dolma, I'm going to shoot!" He lit the match, but at the moment when he was about to fire, he saw Dawa Dolma almost flying around on the back of the snow leopard, and the human and the leopard had become one.In desperation, Alasi raised the muzzle of the gun, and the shot flew into the sky against the snow leopard's ear.The muzzle of the gun was so close to the snow leopard, the sound of the gun was like a huge thunderbolt exploding in its ears.The animal was stunned for a moment, and it stood there in a daze, motionless, just looked at the rushing rescuer with bewildered leopard eyes, and then fell to the ground.If it was hit with a single shot, it might not be able to subdue it, but it would irritate it even more, but the shot probably ruptured its eardrums, making it roll over on the grassy slope in pain, howling.Finally it rolled down the hillside and never dared to come again. Dawa Dolma and the Pian Niu were also bewildered by the sudden change, as if they were still trapped in a nightmare and couldn't extricate themselves.The cow was lying on the ground dying, Zhuoma called out "Brother Laxi...", she wanted to jump into his arms, but this small step in front of her stumped the girl who dared to fight the snow leopard, her feet A soft, collapsed on the grass. "Get up, sister Dolma." Alasi stepped forward and extended his hand to Dawa Dolma. She took his hand, trembling involuntarily.When she bravely grabbed the leopard's tail just now, she didn't hesitate or fear, but when she took Alasi's hand, felt the warmth in his palm, and touched his skin, she felt like It's like touching ice, and I can't even speak clearly. "Bull...cow..." Her teeth clicked, as if a pony was running in her mouth. "Don't worry about the cow, it's dying." Alasi pulled Dolma up, almost pulling her into his arms.He saw the bloody bruises on her knees and elbows, and her right cheek had been pulled open so that the flesh was exposed. "Your face is bleeding, Dolma." Alasi said, wanting to wipe the blood on Dolma's face with his hands. Dawa Dolma dodged, bent over and grabbed a handful of grass from the ground, wiped her face carelessly, knelt down and covered her face and wept. "Dolma, the leopard wants to drag the cow away, just like the fierce river water wants to take away the stones by the river. No one in the canyon dares to grab the leopard's tail yet." Arasi carried the injured Dolma back that day. When they were about to reach the entrance of the village, they met a woodcutter. It's on his back." At that time Arasi felt that Dolma's heart was like a flurry of punches, beating his strong and broad back in a panic; Melting; he also noticed that a pair of small breasts like lotus flowers in bud were rolling around in his hot heart, like spring thunder in the distance, giving birth to the desire for the vigorous growth of all things. One month after Yang Jin gave birth to the snake-headed monster, Du Ji hurriedly held a wedding ceremony for his two sons.The cloud of panic on the faces of the people on the west bank of the Lancang River was driven away by the loud singing and dancing steps at the wedding.According to the customs in the canyon, after the wedding, the bride will live with her parents at her natal home for a month. On the one hand, she will do her last filial piety by her parents, on the other hand, it will also allow the bride to have sufficient psychological preparation for a new life. Dawa Dolma's father, Dundup, was a shrewd, loyal, and lively horse pot head②.He was an orphan, and Duji picked his life out of the dead in a plague-stricken village.For decades, he has served his master loyally, and every year he takes the Duji family's caravan team to distant Lhasa and India.He brushed against the god of death several times, and the little ghosts sent by the king of Hades walked with him many times, but he used his experience and courage to get rid of them time and time again.In the primeval forest of Bomi, a group of unidentified savages took him to the forest where they lived. They all lived in the trees and flew around in the dense forest like monkeys, walking on the ground. He was there Been a savage for three years.Under a snow mountain in Houzang, he was once swallowed by a giant python, but he cut through the python's stomach with the Kangba Tibetan knife he carried with him and escaped.In a river valley in Kalimpong, India, he witnessed a fierce battle between a black-blue devil with six heads and thirty-two arms and an Indian archmage. They fought from heaven to earth. The small river in the valley was full of Devil black blood.He also met King Gesar's army on the long caravan post road. They were majestic, with white horses and white armor, and they were flying on the clouds and snow-capped mountains just like in the legend. Years of caravan career have made him courageous and courageous, and his vision is broader than the people in the canyon.Therefore, he was not surprised when the matchmaker hired by Duji came to propose marriage to him and wanted his two sons to marry Dawa Dolma. On the contrary, he regarded it as a supreme honor.This means that he and his family will be integrated into the master's family business in the future, just like the Han people said, they found a big tree to enjoy the shade.He also asked his daughter what she meant, and her daughter's answer made the father feel a stone in his heart. She said: "Abba, being able to marry Laxige is auspicious for my daughter's life. Laxige's younger brother is also my younger brother. My daughter has one more person to love... Hey!" This long sigh rolled from the depths of Miss Dolma's heart to her lips insincerely, accidentally revealing the sadness hidden in her sweet love heart, of course Dunzhu knew it.But he believes that after his daughter is married, she will know the benefits of two husbands.Besides, since her daughter's marriage was proposed, the parents have already noticed the subtle changes in her mind. ——This is simply an obvious thing. A person who is in love, even if she just swings her skirt and pins an extra wild flower on her hair, the parents will know who she is dressing up for and for whom And grooming. In the canyon, there are many women like Dawa Dolma who marry two husbands.When the new daughter-in-law came through the door, if there was a quarrel between the brothers, no one would blame the two brothers, only the girl for not being able to handle things.A smart girl will always be good at dancing among her two or even three men, and arrange her family life in an orderly manner. The two new houses of the Alassi brothers are located side by side on the right side of the hall on the second floor, above which is the room of the Duji couple.After the family had dinner and drank tea by the firepit, Du Ji felt that the firewood in the firepit was burning very vigorously tonight. A chestnut firewood as thick as an arm seemed to be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.The faces of the two sons were flushed, the blood flowing under their young skin was faster and more violent than the river water, and their beating hearts were like two colts that couldn't find a herd, walking on the vast pasture. Running east and west.Yudan's head could even see the steaming heat, almost steaming a piece of bacon hanging above the firepit. "You are going to live together in the future, and I want to tell you two brothers a story of a pilgrimage." Du Ji didn't speak any more to break the silence by the firepit, he was worried that his tongue would be scorched by the heat of the firepit.The Tibetan fireplace has always been a place where myths and legends gather.The compassion of the Buddha exudes eternal warmth here, and the stories of the gods give people a heart to rely on. The devil is driven away by the light of the fire pond. King Gesar and his beautiful princess often come to the fire pond to chat with the owner. The monsters subdued by him sometimes turned into puffs of blue smoke and floated away from the skylight above the fire pond, and sometimes escaped as the sound of wind whistling outside the window.By the Tibetan firepit, the children in the family grow up year after year, and year after year, they begin to know the outside world and the history of their ancestors. "One year, a Khamba man went on a pilgrimage to Lhasa and embarked on a long journey with his wife, children and brothers." Duji started his story slowly. "They came to a place frequented by devils, and were blocked by the local devils. The devils asked them to sacrifice their lives to pass. The Khamba people sacrificed their sons and told the devils to take the child. I have a woman, and I can be born again. They continued to move forward, and another devil appeared, still wanting a life, and the Khamba people gave their wives again. The devil asked if your wife is not as important as your brother's life The Khamba people replied, "If there are no more women, I can become a monk and become a lama, but I only have one brother, who has the same blood as my parents." Duji and his wife went into their room early, leaving this ambiguous and exciting night to the three young people.Although the two brothers have their own rooms, the wall that separates them cannot cut off their yearning for the same woman. Before Arasi walked into his room, he looked back at his younger brother who was still sitting by the firepit.Because he felt that Yudan's eyes were glued to his back.When the eyes of the two brothers met, it was like a spring water falling into a deep pool. The elder brother's eyes were the pool, and the younger brother's eyes were the rushing mountain spring.The elder brother’s eyes are full of great pity, don’t worry, brother, I will make Dawa Dolma fall in love with you too; what the younger brother’s eyes want to express is: brother, my love will merge with your love , like two springs flowing into the same deep pool. ①When Tibetans build houses in the canyon area, the huge column in the center of the hall is the most particular. It is the pillar and a symbol of patriarchy in the family. ② Ma Guotou is the leader of the caravan. ③It is now located in Nyingchi, Tibet. Among the high mountains in eastern Tibet, the gods in the sky are elegant and unrestrained, the rivers in the canyons are unrestrained, and the birds and animals in the dense forest are also free.Only people are blocked by a series of towering snow-capped mountains, isolated by deep-cut canyons, and restricted by the treacherous natural environment.As soon as man comes to this small world, his fate depends on the mercy of the earth.Born in a pasture to become a shepherd, born in a slope to cultivate crops, born in a dense forest to become a hunter.Just like the east bank of the Lancang River Canyon under the Kawagebo Snow Mountain, due to the relatively flat terrain, there are stretches of sloping land, dense villages, and relatively developed farming; while the terrain on the west bank is very steep, and there are few flat lands the size of a palm. People on the West Bank are good at driving horses around. Although there is a shrewd and capable head of Baima Jianzan on the east bank who is in charge of the noble Langsa family, but the wealth in the canyon seems to have flowed to the horsemen on the west bank over the years.The headman of Baimajianzan was very angry about this. He often stood on the east bank of the canyon, watching the caravans passing in and out on the post road, and said angrily: "Even the Lancang River doesn't flow as fast as those guys on the West Bank!" The Langsa family has a long history and is said to be the descendants of the Tubo Zanpus. However, for more than a thousand years, the ruthless fate of the river washed the once noble and ancient family into the Lancang River Canyon in eastern Tibet.Although the one-inch-square golden Buddha box symbolizing the noble family is still shining in the bun on the head of Pema Gyaltsan, he scrubs it carefully every day with a piece of British velvet cloth, never letting the servants around him Doing this job is a compulsory course for the headman to get up every morning.He always scrubbed and prayed in his heart to the gods to bless the family to revive and prosper again. But Paima Jianzan had to find sadly that the white hair on his head grew faster than his wealth; the wrinkles on his face were deeper than the Grand Canyon cut by the Lancang River; There are more past events that the wind blows away.Standing in the canyon, Paima Gyalzan often feels dried out. ——Dried by the ruthless years, by the fire of greed, and by the miasma breathed out by the devils. But what he never expected was that a fox in the canyon could also drain the blood of an ancient family. The Langza family has an ancient tradition of hunting on alpine pastures every year. This not only trains the riding and shooting skills of the descendants, but also serves as a display of the family's power.At that time, there were more animals running and hiding under the snow-capped mountains than there were cattle and sheep on the pastures, but hunting them was not an easy task.Because some of them are supported by the gods, and some are the accomplices of the devil.On a cold and windy winter day this year, the headman's hunting team encountered a fox unexpectedly. It was a red fox, fleeing desperately about two arrows away from the hunting team, like a ball of fire rolling across a hill, and what caught the eye more than the fire was the fox that seemed to be burning. fur color.It runs and jumps in the gust of wind, and its fat and fit buttocks vibrate all the way, making the hearts of men chasing after it flickering, so that they can't help but think of the woman under them when they are at the peak of happiness. The ups and downs and enchanting.Several hunters could not help but whistled sharply, and even the headman, who had always been depressed these days, rode on his horse and laughed.At that time, it seemed that they were not chasing a red fox, but a coquette who was lying on her back facing a man, her hips were swaying and swaying. In fact, people usually see yellow and taupe foxes in the pastures and forests above the canyon. The red fox first reminds people of its precious fur.A tall fox fur hat on the head of a brave Kham man will make him look taller and mightier. What if it is a red fox fur hat?Buddha, only the master of a noble family can wear it. The headman's hunting team followed his youngest son Dapo Dorje, housekeeper Yeshe Tsering, and a few servants. The sparks kicked by the horse team on the mountain path splashed into the canyon, igniting the mountain grass.The red fox was finally forced under a cliff and disappeared in the blink of an eye.People searched around this small rock wall for a long time, and finally found a hidden cave on the steep rock.The housekeeper Yeshe Tsering said, "Master, this can't be a bottomless cave, let's smoke that guy out." The head of Baima Jianzan laughed and said, "I hope you don't smoke its hair yellow." Bursts of thick smoke were blown into the cave by the wind blowing in the wilderness. Not long after, there was a slight noise in the cave, and two nimble young men pressed towards the entrance of the cave like hungry tigers.In the thick smoke, only a boy shouted: "I caught it!" The smile on the head of Baima Jianzan's face had not yet spread, when the young man screamed, "Oh, it bit me! Damn it, why is it a bobcat?" When the smoke dissipated, people saw that it was indeed a black lynx that was pressed to the ground.The brown spots on its body are like the spittle that the devil flew up after mocking. “狗娘养的，撒下的是青稞，结出来的却是稗子。”白玛坚赞头人恨恨地说。 可是，比红狐变成了山猫更让人们惊讶的事情还在后面哩。山洞里忽然传出一阵女人的啜泣，那是让所有的铁血男儿听了心都会软化的温柔刀子；那哭声带着的眼泪虽然你没有看见，可是它就像你在清晨里看到的甘露。它仿佛不是从山洞里飘出来的，也不是从一个女子的口里哼唧出来的，而是天国的仙女在唱一支让人骨头发酥发软的歌谣。 那半壁上的洞口不要说一个女子，就是一个好猎手也难以钻进去；更不用说这深山僻野里，哪来比这优美动人的歌声还要娇弱撩人的女子？除非她是格萨尔王的王妃。 “我进去看看。”头人一向莽撞剽悍的小儿子达波多杰今天一如他血性张扬的个性，放下猎枪就要往洞里钻。他是一个满头鬈发的家伙，那炸开了的头发仿佛随时随地都在向全世界宣布他的叛逆和桀骜不驯。 益西次仁一把拉住了他，“小少爷，让阿旺先进去看看吧。” 达波多杰回过头来说了句意味深长的话：“该属于我的吉祥，别人拿不走；该是我的祸，谁也不会要。” 他身后的白玛坚赞头人颔首赞许。头人的儿子就应该这样，不管面对魔鬼还是仇敌，都要展现出尊贵家族的骄傲来。 达波多杰像深入虎穴的英雄一般地爬进去了。那天，当他想在父亲面前表现出一个康巴男儿的英雄气概时，他绝对没有想到人生中会有这样荒唐的一幕。 达波多杰把那个女人从岩壁上抱下来时，所有的男人不是感到害怕，而是觉察到了生命的残酷；这不是为那孤独地栖身于岩洞中的女子，而是为自己为什么在命运中没有和这样仙女般的姑娘相遇。她不仅仅是漂亮绝代，而是带着一股美轮美奂的妖气。凡人是不可抗拒这种妖媚之气的。 白玛坚赞头人直截了当地问： “你就是那只红色的狐狸变的么？” “是的。”女子也直截了当地回答。 “那你就不是一个女人，而是一个女妖了。”白玛坚赞头人拉起了弓箭。 “不，阿爸。”达波多杰挡在了那女子的身前。“我要娶她做我的妻子！” 那是他一瞬间的决定，也是他一生的苦难选择。因为他说得斩钉截铁，让山谷里的风都打了个哆嗦。这个被峡谷里的姑娘们称为“鬈毛多杰”的家伙，是个自有人类以来的旷世情种，既野心勃勃，又儿女情长，尽管他今年才十八岁。 “小少爷，可可……她她她她……她是一只狐狸精变的啊！”管家益西次仁都不知道该怎么说话了。 “我们藏族人还都是猴子的后代哩。娶狐狸做妻子有什么错。”达波多杰一点也不考虑一个男人和狐狸精变的女人在今后漫长的爱情岁月中可能会遇到的种种困难。因为生活中经常有这样的事情，有些女人，即便你明知道她是狐狸精，就像被达波多杰挡在身后的这个来路不明的女子那样，但是男人们还是要义无反顾、舍生忘死地爱她。 “峡谷里那么多貌美的女子，你偏要爱上一个长过尾巴的。”白玛坚赞头人嘀咕道。 “我现在看不见她的尾巴，只看见她迷人的眼睛和动人的脸庞。阿爸。”达波多杰沉静地回答他的父亲。 “不管你是一只狐狸还是一个漂亮女人，”头人想了想又说：“妈的，世上有几个男人不被狐狸精变的女人弄晕了脑袋瓜呢？你跟我们走吧，让我们看看，是男人更聪明，还是狐狸更狡猾。” 这个美得惊世骇俗的漂亮女人就这样被带回了尊贵的朗萨家族，据她自己说她叫贝珠，随同她一起来到家族的，还有那只被抓获的山猫。贝珠说那是她的一个妹妹的转世，如今在这个到处都是人的世界上，就只有她们两姊妹相依为命了。峡谷里任何一个男人第一眼看见她时，都会忘记了她是一只狐狸的身世，也忘记了她并不属于这个世界。她成功地使人们相信，她过去是什么并不重要，重要的是她的美搅动了整条峡谷，就像大风横扫了乌云，洪水带走了泥沙，暴雨荡涤了尘埃。她在家族里左右逢源，长袖善舞，察言观色，八面玲珑，很快就赢得了所有人的喜爱。长辈对她疼爱有加，常常被她的小花招搞得一会儿泪水涟涟，一会儿喜笑颜开；年轻的一代则在火塘边被她的眼波绊倒，在走廊里为她的笑声心痛，在月光下为她裙裾的窸窣声夜不能寐。更严重的是，她的妖气迷醉了家族里的所有男人。那是一种真实甚至可以嗅到的气味，比酥油茶的乳香更诱人，比青稞酒的醇香更甘洌，而和狐狸的腥气相比又更甜腻。它不是从她的口中或者身下沁出来，而是从她顾盼有情的眼波中流淌出来的，就像从一口深不见底的魔洞里冒出来的雾气，弥漫在她所经过的每一处地方。 在这个叫贝珠的女子刚来的那一段时间里，古老的朗萨家族焕发了生机，阴森的头人大院处处满堂生辉，连马厩里的马儿，都会唱歌了。在一个星月辉映的晚上，羊圈里的牛羊们一夜之间产下的羊羔和小牛犊竟然挤暴了围栏，它们在地上到处爬行，仿佛自天而降的财富在大地上翻滚，朗萨家族的仆人们忙到第二天太阳当顶，才把所有到处乱跑的羊羔和小牛犊捉回圈里。那真是一个前所未有的奇迹，而更令人惊讶的是，其中一只小牛犊的背上，还多长出了两只牛角。寺庙里的喇嘛们殷勤地为自己的大施主解释说，四只角的牛犊说明东岸的福祉就要来临了，吉祥的福气就是这样，当它要来临时，就像节令到了，禾苗始终要破土而出，鲜花终究要开放，连牛都会多长出角来。 “不管你是不是人的种，你给我们带来了吉祥。”白玛坚赞头人乐呵呵地对贝珠说。因为在羊羔牛犊满地的前一个夜晚，贝珠当着朗萨家族所有人的面，把一捧捧揉得有指头般大小的青稞面团撒向大地，并且祈求道：“如果神灵可以把天上的白云变成羊群，我乞求这地上的青稞团也变成洁白的羔羊。”后来细心的人们发现，凡是贝珠撒过青稞团的地方，都爬满了成群的羊羔。 三个月后，峡谷里春暖花开，满山的杜鹃花一直开到了天边，也开在新娘的头饰上。那个由一只红狐变成的女人顺利地成为了朗萨家的儿媳妇。只不过让人惊讶的是她没有嫁给头人的二儿子——那个把她从山洞里抱下来、从白玛坚赞头人的箭头前救下来的——达波多杰，而是嫁给了朗萨家族未来的接班人、头人的大儿子扎西平措。这场奇怪的婚配只有到山上的杜鹃花几度花开花落，头人的两个儿子才明白这样一个浅显的道理：由狐狸精变成的尤物就是这样，不但可以毁掉一个男人的爱情，还可能改变一个家族的命脉。 而白玛坚赞头人那时却固执地认为家族的命脉正牢牢地掌握在自己的手中。知子莫如父，头人的一双儿子是同父异母兄弟，大儿子扎西平措的母亲来自一个破落了的贵族人家，她和白玛坚赞头人生下的儿子正如大部分贵族的后代一样，阴鸷，狡诈，精于算计，按头人自己的话说，扎西平措脑子里的马儿跑得飞快，可就是不肯骑上鞍已备好的战马。他是个想法多于行动的家伙，也难怪他母亲的家族要衰败。而二儿子达波多杰的母亲却是牧场上山歌唱得最美最甜的一个牧羊姑娘，她在一个晚上被带到头人的帐篷里来，在酒与歌声的欢娱中，一个叛逆的情种被播下。他的血脉里既有一个贵族的高贵，也有牧羊姑娘的野性。他来到这个世界，不仅仅是完成生命的一次轮回，更重要的是要为澜沧江峡谷里的爱情传奇抒写最精彩动人的篇章。 朗萨家族婚礼上的喧嚣盖过了澜沧江的波浪。一只红狐狸变成的漂亮女子成为了头人家的大儿媳妇，非但没有令这个古老的家族蒙羞，反而让朗萨家族的人自豪。由神灵指定的贵族世家都有超出尘世的神秘色彩和神奇传说。在藏东一带的崇山峻岭中，许多贵族头人都把自己家族的传说和自然界威猛雄壮的动物联系在一起。澜沧江上游的野贡家族据称是牦牛的后代，卡瓦格博雪山背后的巨人部落则被认为是熊的后裔，还有的家族要么和狼有姻亲关系，要么和豹子是表亲等等。既然藏族人的灵魂寄存在大自然中的某个动物或植物身上，既然在生死轮回中生命忽而为人忽而为动物，人和它们中的一员成为一家，又有什么奇怪的呢？ 在这个不平静的夜晚，朗萨家族的大宅院内忽然传来一阵阵凄厉而欢快的山猫的尖叫。树上夜宿的鸟儿们被这从未听见的山猫叫声惊得一飞冲天，有的一直逃到了云层之上，久久不敢回到自己的窝里栖息。天上的一颗星星也被骇得掉了下来，在远方的夜空中划了一道白线。从那个时候起，峡谷里的人们才知道，有一种叫声是可以令星星陨落的。 白玛坚赞头人宅院里的人们更是夜不能寐，心神不宁。头人推了推睡在身边的妻子洛追，“是那只山猫在叫春吗？” “不，” 洛追睡眼惺忪地说：“是你的儿子太勇敢啦。” “嘿嘿，扎西这小子，太莽撞啦！” 洛追羞涩地说：“你当年还不是一样。” 白玛坚赞又笑了，伸手把洛追搂了过来，然后翻身压了上去。 头人在洛追身上舒服了，他耳边的尖叫声还在有节奏地从隔壁房间传来，刚才他几乎不由自主地应随着那节奏，在身体已经臃肿得像一座小山一般的洛追身上跋涉，但是他轻车熟路、如履平地。头人感到自己也变得年轻了。 “嘿，家族的血脉接上去了。”他惬意地笑笑。不知是笑自己，还是笑那边和他一样快活的儿子。 洛追说：“没见过在床上这样叫唤的女人，和她带来的山猫一样。唉，她不会当一个本分的妻子的。” 白玛坚赞头人自信地说：“你放心，扎西是我最聪明的儿子。天上一只飞过的鸟儿有没有眨一下眼睛，他都知道。” 在那边的新房里，一对新人正在进行声音与肉体的搏杀，肉体冲撞得越猛烈，声音叫得就越尖锐。开初强悍的扎西平措以为把自己娇嫩的新娘弄疼了，可是当他放缓了冲撞时，他发现身下的贝珠就像马儿不加鞭子一样奔跑不起来；而他放马扬鞭时，仿佛人和马已经浑然一体，御风而行啦。只是那叫声尖锐得有些令他心烦意乱，精力难于集中。“别叫别叫，别叫啊！一条峡谷里的人都听见啦。”他急促地说。 可是那叫声却越来越高亢，越来越放肆，越来越动听。这声音既坚硬又柔软，既刺激又销魂，既让人心惊肉跳，又令人豪情万丈。而且，他发现，身下的贝珠叫一声，栖息在外面树上的那只山猫就跟着应答一声。隔壁房间甚至大宅院里的人们一定分不清哪是贝珠的叫床，哪是那只山猫的叫春。扎西平措终于明白当初她为什么非要坚持把这只山猫带到家里来了。他在冲锋的间歇里感叹道： “嘿嘿，干这活儿就跟赛马一样啊！你跑得越快，身边的人呐喊声就越高。” “你是一个好骑手吗？”贝珠娇滴滴地问。 “我从来都跑第一。”扎西平措自豪地说。 “那是你的马好。” “不，是我更聪明。” “不见得啊，扎西。有个活佛说，太聪明的人会抓不住马缰绳。” “是吗？”扎西平措搓揉着新娘两个丰满的乳房，有些茫然地问：“那么，女人的缰绳在哪个地方呢？” 贝珠妖娆地笑了，“你自己去找。” 扎西平措忽然想起了她曾经是只狐狸的身世，“你有尾巴吗？”他说着把手伸到了贝珠丰腴的臀部下。 贝珠夹紧了双腿，“愚蠢的猎手才会去摸狐狸的尾巴。”她扭动着身子说。 扎西平措其实跟他弟弟一样，从看上这个女人第一眼开始，就深深地迷上她了。他举世公认的聪明在贝珠面前，也好不到哪里去。就像刚才，他想抓住狐狸的尾巴，但是这个狐狸变成的女人妖娆的身子在他怀里一扭动，他本来清晰的脑子就被搅晕了。而且，他还自以为是地认为，这个在他身下如此欢乐的女人，不会成为一只斗过猎手的狐狸，她再狡猾，也不可能比他的聪明跑得远。 实际上跑得更远的是贝珠的叫床声。它不但骇掉了天上的一颗星星，还揉碎了一个人的心，让这颗心从此支离破碎，一生都没有得到安宁。这个倒霉的家伙就是扎西平措的弟弟达波多杰。他在对面的房间差点没有一刀把自己捅了，因为那叫声既像一首夜夜都要唱响的情歌，也像刀子一般刺入到他的体内，搅得他柔肠寸断，坐卧不安。他在贝珠和那只山猫此起彼伏的叫声中，能清晰无误地分别出哪一声是他内心深处的痛，哪一声是寂静的春夜里树上的那只山猫无耻的叫春。如果达波多杰的热血就像干柴，那他嫂子的叫唤则像火镰上打出的火星，沾上一点点就熊熊燃烧起来了。更何况这哪是什么火星，简直就是旱季里遍地燃烧的山火。这个小娘们儿在婚宴上，在长辈面前低眉顺眼，彬彬有礼，打茶敬酒，中规中矩。可当她第一次为自己的小叔子递上一碗酥油茶时，她明亮妩媚的眼波释放出阵阵妖气，一下就被达波多杰吸进去了。从此那妖气便搅乱了这个家伙的一生，旷世情种达波多杰从此陷入对自己嫂子不能自拔的单相思的陷阱里。 遗憾的是白玛坚赞头人没有看到这一点，他只需看到家族发展的蓝图就够了。在贝珠被带回来不久，澜沧江上游的野贡土司家提亲的媒人就来到了朗萨家族，他们相中了头人俊朗英武的二儿子达波多杰。白玛坚赞头人与野贡土司有臣属关系，但又相对独立。他只要每年向土司交上一定数额的岁赋，澜沧江峡谷这一段就是他的天下。如果能和野贡土司家族联姻，那还有什么他做不到的呢。因此，头人当然不会让达波多杰娶贝珠。在贵族头人们眼里，儿女们的婚姻不过是家族财富与权利的某种延伸。 唯一美中不足的是，土司要出嫁的女儿曲珍是个连放牛娃也看不上眼的大麻子。“即便是满天的星星，也没有这个贵族土司家可怜的千金脸上的麻子多。”峡谷里的那些黑头藏民私下里都这么说。 野贡土司家来的媒人说，土司家的三小姐久仰达波多杰的英名，在每个月亮升起来的夜晚都能听到他嘹亮清脆的歌声，雪山上的雪莲因为她对达波多杰的思念而开放，澜沧江翻滚的波浪带下来了她满腔的愁绪；野贡土司家已经用天上的星星装点了新娘的头饰，用太阳之火点燃了新房的火塘，为上门的女婿备好了印度来的虎皮，尼泊尔的玛瑙，汉地的翡翠和绫罗绸缎；在达波多杰上门的那一天，太阳和月亮将走到一起，山上的杜鹃花将常开不败，从澜沧江上游淌下来的将全是醇香的酥油茶和甘甜的青稞酒，而不再是没用的江水。 “你就听他们吹吧，阿爸。”达波多杰得知自己将要去野贡土司家做上门女婿时，懒洋洋地对白玛坚赞头人说，那时他们正送走土司家的媒人，骑马走在峡谷的山道上。“就是一只百灵鸟也唱不过那些媒人的嘴。” “傻小子，你的吉祥到了，你还以为是一阵风哩，”白玛坚赞头人说。 达波多杰哼哼两声：“还不知是谁的吉祥呢？那个土司家的麻脸小姐倒是磕头碰见菩萨了。阿爸，曲珍的脸就像一颗掉进了沙灰里砸扁了的柿子。” 头人勒住马，回头对儿子说：“麻子有什么不好？达波多杰，有的人脸上只长了一颗痣，就被认为是福痣。那一脸的痣呢？那会是多大的财富？” “阿爸，可是我不知道我的财福在哪里？” “在澜沧江对岸，”白玛坚赞头人用马鞭一指西岸道。 “阿爸，你又不是不知道，对岸是赶马的商人都吉家。他们家又没有养女儿！” “哈哈，你小子毕竟还是嫩了点。”白玛坚赞头人用郑重其事的口吻说：“儿子，你要记住，我会老的，将来澜沧江东岸会属于你的哥哥，而你的未来就在西岸。现在它是都吉家的，可是我们可以将它夺过来！那片土地以后就是一个叫达波多杰的老爷的领地。” “可是，可是，我们怎么夺得过来，阿爸？” “嘿嘿，强大的野贡土司家族难道不为他的女婿和女儿着想吗？我们两家一连起手来，都吉不过是一片被江水冲走的树叶而已。” “阿爸，你的意思是，我们要和都吉家打仗？” “哪里有不靠战争就得来的领地？” 达波多杰鼓起勇气说：“阿爸，你知道的，我喜欢贝珠。我不想离开家。” “你不是那个狐狸变的女人的对手，她会害你的。”头人一针见血地说。 “那谁是她的对手呢？” “你的哥哥，他的聪明和狐狸的狡猾结合起来，朗萨家族的财富便可以多得来把澜沧江阻塞起来。对岸那些家伙只会靠脚力赚钱，如今这个世道，真正有权有势的，是那些会动脑子的人。马蹄跑得再快，没有人的脑子快；人跑得再远，没有人的想法远。” “就……就让我也作嫂子……贝珠的男人吧。人家西岸都吉家的两兄弟都合讨了一个妻子呢。”达波多杰已在心里向佛祖许了一万个愿，如果他不能完全占有贝珠的爱，就祈请慈悲的佛祖把这份爱留一半给他吧。谁叫他是当兄弟的呢。他又画蛇添足地补充道：“我会好好爱她的，甚至比哥哥更爱。” 白玛坚赞头人挥起马鞭给了小儿子肩膀上一鞭子，“我可不愿我的两个儿子都被一只狐狸迷住，兄弟共妻是那些黑头藏民才喜欢做的事儿。记住，一个贵族的婚姻并不仅仅是爱情。在自家的床上找不到的快乐，到牧场上找个牧羊姑娘就是了。”头人以自己往昔的爱情现身说法。 达波多杰挨鞭子的地方火辣辣的。那一鞭子决定了他们两兄弟命运多舛的爱情，也将达波多杰的春梦抽跑了。但是那颗深藏不露的爱心，却是再重的皮鞭也打不跑的。他在心里发誓，就是太阳把月亮熔化了，他也不会去野贡土司家。他今生的爱情，即便是凋零的桃花被风吹走，即便是湖里的月亮被涟漪揉碎，他也要催马扬鞭，升天入地，将它一片片、一丝丝地拾掇起来。哪怕它已然破碎，不再完美。但对一个被无端剥夺了爱的权力的人来说，他永远都在期待凋零的桃花再浴春风，湖里的月亮跃上夜空，梦中的情人春宵共度。既然一只狐狸可以变为一个漂亮的女人，那么乌龟会长毛，兔子会长角，老鼠也会蹿到天上去。世界上一切事情都存在着绝对不可能中的可能，你只要把心锻造成铁，把牙磨砺成钢，要实现这一切都不会很难。甚至比阿妈把酥油和茶打在一起，便成了酥油茶还容易哩。 ①藏族贵族男子头顶上的特殊装饰，普通西藏人即使身家百万，富甲一方，也只能梳一条长辫，不准有发髻。