Chapter 3 Chapter 1-2

At that time, the gods in the sky were not recognized by ordinary believers by their mighty and huge stature and profound and mysterious religious theories, but by their different colors.Taking the Lancang River Canyon under the Kawagebo Snow Mountain as an example, the monks on the east bank believe in the Yellow Sect of the Gelug Sect. The temple is called Jiaqu Temple, which is abbotted by the young Zhaweng Living Buddha; the people on the west bank worship the Nyingma Sect. The Red Sect, the temple is Yundan Temple, which is abboted by the elderly Gongba Living Buddha.Compared with the Yundan Temple of the Red Sect, the Jiaqu Temple of the Yellow Sect has more incense and more powerful influence.This also means that it represents the words of the gods and has more weight.

Red and yellow were the most straightforward religious colors in the canyon at that time. They were not only reflected in the monks' costumes, but also deeply imprinted in people's hearts.Although everyone enshrines the same Buddha, the bodhisattvas behind the Buddha represent different Buddhist theories and schools.Ordinary believers don't know which sect is superior. They inherit the tradition of faith from their ancestors. As long as there is a temple near the village, there will naturally be people who go to give alms and offer incense. However, the competition among sects has never been the slightest humility under the mercy of the Buddha.The lamas of the two sects have been fighting for power in this small world for a long time in order to compete for the right to speak for the gods and the monks in the secular world, because whoever can speak on behalf of the gods can speak in the name of the gods in the secular society. Give orders.Therefore, they not only control plagues, hail, mudslides, earthquakes, floods and other demons that often bring disasters to people, but also control the mating of cattle and sheep on pastures, the growth of crops in valleys, and the severity of people's speech.Even the eldest daughter-in-law of the Langsa family, Beizhu, screamed every night, and the lamas in the temple, who are usually sinful to smell flowers, have to take care of it.

Word came from the temple that a hailstorm of destruction was coming, though it was not directly attracted by the sound of a woman screaming from her bed.People still remember that the fist-sized hailstone five years ago beat the yaks on the pasture to scurry everywhere, with dead bodies all over the field, and the barley that was about to be harvested seemed to be washed away by the flood. The ears of highland barley cannot be seen.The sharp hailstones drove all the weak things on the ground into the soil a foot deep. Lama Qiongbo is the weather curse master of Jiaqu Temple on the east bank of the Lancang River. This hailproof spell master is considered to be the only one in the Lancang River Canyon who has mastered the secret spell to subdue the devil. He is an expert who can control the changes in the weather.He is like a nameless imp from the underworld, thin, dark, with an obscure face and a floating figure. You often know that he is by your side, but he disappears in a blink of an eye.Such a person is the sun shining on his body, and it is difficult for you to see his shadow cast on the earth.People who often deal with the devil, like a butcher who always smells of blood, you can smell the ghost lingering above his head even after he breathes.From his nearly blackened cassock full of vicissitudes, people can see the glorious history and various mysterious traces of his years of fighting with the devil.Sometimes he won, and the fleeing figure of the devil was clearly visible on the vestment; but more often he was a loser, with the never-fading filth and tendons on the cuffs, collar, and corners of the vestment. The hanging pieces of cloth are the scars of a person who has been severely injured by the devil.Here it was bitten by the devil's teeth, there it was caught by the devil's sharp claws, and the black thing on the lower skirt is the spit of the devil after it laughed wildly.Lama Chompo often said this to people to let everyone know the dangers of doing this.

Many years ago, Lama Qiongbo was famous in the Lancang River Valley.In the battle with Lama Rinchen of Yundan Temple on the west bank, he let the monks on the east bank see his mysterious and supernatural power.The Rinchen Lama of the Red Sect on the West Bank is a young master of illusion. He can turn his body into a wisp of smoke, and he can also turn a clear lake into a sea of ​​blood in an instant.During the hail disaster that swept across both sides of the canyon five years ago, people saw the witches and witches belonging to the two sects, for the honor of their own sects, separated each other by a canyon, turning their hands into clouds and rain on a mountain top. Large groups of hail clouds were driven by their spells, moving east and west, low and high.Later, the hail ghost in the sky got really impatient with the right and wrong in the world, and simply threw the disaster of hail on both sides of the canyon.This unprecedented hailstorm prevented the Lancang River Canyon from returning to life for a year.When people in the secular world are at odds, the devil is the most opportunistic.Lama Qiongbo fought a tie with the weak monks of the Red Sect, and was dissatisfied, so he proposed to compete with Lama Rinchen in mana alone. Whoever loses will leave the valley and lose the right to speak for the gods.

This battle between the gods and witches of the two sects is still being mentioned long after.They competed first to see who could fly higher. Lama Qiongbo jumped to the top of an old tree, while Lama Rinchen on the other side flew into a cloud; Who can become smaller? Lama Rinchen turned himself into a rapeseed. Lama Qiongpo immediately took out a stone mill and drove the rapeseed into the stone mill for grinding. Mo Li yelled in pain, bowed his head and surrendered, and Lama Qiongbo let him out.At this time, the Rinchen Lama proposed a final match to see who could swallow the opponent.Lama Kyungpo turned into a giant python, and Lama Rinchen turned into a leopard.The leopard swallowed the snake in one gulp, but after the snake got into the leopard's stomach, it bit the leopard's intestines full of holes.The leopard ran ninety-nine mountains, and finally jumped into a lake under a snow-capped mountain. Only then did it pull out the python in its belly from the anus. At this time, the emerald green lake had turned blood red.In this way, the Lama Qiongbo of the Yellow Sect won the victory, and the Lama Rinchen of the Red Sect had to go far away.

In that innocent age, whoever controlled the sky could speak on behalf of the gods.Therefore, kind people will recommend some practitioners with certain mysterious qualities, and invite them to communicate with the gods on behalf of human beings.It not only conveys the prayers of the world, but also speaks for the will of the gods.Therefore, whenever a disaster strikes, the witches and witches become the protagonists on the stage of history.Even if they can't rewrite history, they can cast a ghostly color on history. Now, standing in front of the head of Pema Gyaltsen, the weather spell master shook his head and said:

"The hail ghost in the sky is my friend. When he hears my spell, the hail will be like barley seeds, and will never be scattered on the edge of the field. It's just..." He stuck out his tongue and stopped talking. "It's just something, tell me. Just tell me how much donation you want me to give to the temple." The headman urged. "That's not what I mean." Lama Qiongbo said, "My respected headman, your house is too quiet at night. I can see that the spirits of the snow-capped mountains are all frowning." The head of Baimajianzan understood, and he complained: "This son of a bitch Tashi, let alone the gods on the snow mountain can't sleep, even I can't sleep because of the two of them."

Lama Qiongbo shook his head and said, "There are rumors in the canyon that if the young lady yells like this again, even the birds dare not return to their nests, and the lamas will not be able to get up early to chant scriptures for Buddhas and Bodhisattvas." The headman excused his son embarrassingly: "I am eager to pass on the blood of the Langsa family. That guy has to work hard every night. But sowing also has to pay attention to the season. Hehehehe, Lama Qiongbo, When a man is young, he has absurd behavior of lashing his horse and running. I will say hello to him and let his woman keep the joy in her stomach."

"At least during the seven days of the practice, there must be no filth and bobcats in the canyon." The leader said: "As long as all the hailstones can be sent to the west bank, I can drive out all the bobcats in the canyon without any problem." Three days later, the mandala for exorcising hail ghosts on the east bank of the Lancang River Gorge was set up on a small hill with black springs. Women and dogs were never allowed to come to this place. Behind it was the Jiaqu Temple.The precipitous peaks on both sides of the canyon were turned into a gray lead color by the dark clouds, which made people feel more and more heavy.A war between man and devil is about to start.One side of the battle is in the sky, and the other side is on the ground. The enemy in the sky is invisible, but condescending, fierce and powerful; the resisters on the ground appear small and humble in the dark, but they are ready to fight to the death. .The men on the east bank of the Lancang River knelt on the ground around the mandala, and the Living Buddha Zaong Gongba of Jiaqu Temple also brought all the monks to help Lama Qiongbo.

The garb of Lama Chompo made him look like a man from another world. His face and arms were smeared with the ashes of the dead, which is said to frighten the hail ghosts in the sky, but it made him look like Someone who just came from hell.His assistants also filled the mandala with magic tools to drive away hail ghosts, such as Dharma bells, vajra prongs, human tibia dharma horns, sheepskin drums, and donkeys, dogs, monkeys, snakes, and crows with mantras inside. There is also a female goat that was killed and hollowed out. People stuffed spells to catch hail ghosts in its body, and then inflated it and propped it on a pine branch to make hail ghosts in the sky. When he saw this fat goat trying to pounce down to eat it, he would never have thought that Lama Choongpo had already tied the secret ghost cards on the goat's four hooves.Lama Kyungpo explained: "Greed will make the hail ghost go away."

Lama Qiongbo first said: "This devil's hail was born from the west bank of the canyon, and it should be driven to the west bank. The people over there gave birth to a monster with a snake's head and a human body, which means that the devil is coming to the canyon. On the day Ji's woman gave birth, I saw a big flower snake leaping from behind a cloud to the west bank. The monster that the woman gave birth to on the west bank is the little ghost sent by the hail ghost to warn all living beings." Lama Qiongbo further declared: "Originally it wanted to jump to the east bank, but I managed to drive it to the west bank." "Then, the Red Sect lamas on the west bank can also find a way to drive this devil's snake over." The Tulku Zhaweng of the Jiaqu Temple asked.He is an abbot living Buddha who has been enthroned on the bed for less than three years. He has just grown a fluffy beard on his lips. It can be said that he is still a child.Therefore, whether it is to control the magic power or knowledge of the gods, you must ask Lama Qiongbo for advice. "It's not a matter of driving the devil's snake back and forth, but a matter of which side the hail in the canyon will be driven to." Lama Qiongbo said loudly. "This is a major event for all living beings! The Langsa family never loses a single bit of offerings to the lamas and masters every year. However, there are times when we are not protected by the magic power of the lamas and masters on the east bank of the canyon." The head of Baimajianzan said slightly mockingly. Lama Qiongbo naturally knew the meaning of the words of the head of Baimajianzan. He said with a gloomy face: "If the master's mana is disturbed by foreign teachers, it will go astray. The gods on the snow mountain can testify that the incident five years ago Hail, I have already driven it to the west bank, but the Rinchen Master of the Red Sect over there drove it here again. The war in the secular world has reached the gods, and the gods will naturally be angry with us." "Oh!" The head of Baima Jianzan looked meaningfully at the lama who dealt with the devil, and said knowingly: "I understand, your lamas must not only worship the gods, but also eliminate the interference of foreign religions; There are always auspicious clouds floating above the head." Lama Qiongbo stuck out his tongue at the headman, and many people saw a green-headed kid laughing slyly behind his tongue. "It's still the noble head who knows the will of the gods best." The head of Baima Jianzan sneered: "Anyway, wars in the secular world can also be carried out in the name of gods." Lama Qiongbo blinked and said, "Gods sometimes use human power to achieve their own goals." At this time, the housekeeper Yeshe Tsering, who had been following the headman all the time, expressed what was in the heart of Lama Qiongpo and his master. "Those lamas wearing red hats on the west bank and black-headed Tibetans who believe in the Red Religion should have been thrown into the Lancang River a long time ago." At this time, the Tulku Zhaweng showed an extraordinary temperament different from his peers, "No matter where you drive the hail, it will always fall on the earth. Aren't all living beings on the earth under the compassion of the Buddha?" He said Whispering the beads in his hand, he whispered. Khenpo Kasong bowed again, "The compassion of the Living Buddha is boundless." He turned around and gave Lama Qiongbo a look, "You don't need to worry about the affairs of the secular world, just take care of the affairs of the heavens. Where is your magic power? " Lama Qiongbo made a promise, bowed back to the mandala, and used devout prayers to welcome an angry black goddess called the tomb master woman. This black goddess who can help mankind overcome hail is dressed in human skin and holds a The man's shinbone dharma trumpet walks against the wind in the realm of the gods.She exists in the void, in the world of gods and ghosts of lamas. Only those who have opened their eyes can see her, and only those tantric masters who have mastered the language of the world of gods can become her friends.Although Lama Qiongbo's prayers are also in human language, they are ethereal, beautiful and pious language. Of course, the black goddess in the god world can hear this eulogy from the human world. However, what was frightening was that after Lama Qiongbo recited the prayer three times, the dark clouds in the sky showed no sign of dissipating. Instead, they rolled like a flood in the Lancang River, and the strong wind on the ground intensified.The earth was trembling, and people's hearts were trembling, as if everyone was pinched by the neck by the devil, and it was difficult to even breathe.Lama Qiongpo's scriptures are becoming less and less emboldened.People are like livestock being pushed to the slaughterhouse ready to be slaughtered, helpless in the face of the imminent disaster. Lama Qiongbo was also a little flustered at this time, I saw that he blew the human shinbone dharma horn, and let the shrill and sharp sound of the dharma horn pierced the dark cloud-covered sky, but the effect was not only that it did not scare the hail ghosts in the sky, but more importantly It made people feel hopeless and frightened; if one move failed, Lama Qiongpo danced the vajra prong in his hand again, and danced in the air. He sang and danced until he was exhausted.But the laughter of the hail ghost in the sky is getting closer and closer, and people have even seen the tranced figure of the devil in the dark clouds. The face of the head of Baima Jianzan was already full of dissatisfaction and suspicion, "Lama Qiongbo..." he shouted angrily. "Yes... yes, yes," Lama Qiongbo wiped off the sweat from his forehead, "the owner of the tomb, the Black Goddess... probably didn't hear... "Has your spell been blown away by the wind?" Headman Baima Jianzan raised his voice. "The magic power of the mantra is boundless." Lama Qiongbo made a desperate move, turned around and took out a sieve for sifting the barley, and said loudly: "Look, the barley can be sieved through it, and the wind can also pass through it. But, in the mantra's mana, You will see that water is also divine." As he spoke, he turned the sieve to the strong wind that filled the sky and the ground, and the wind slid through the eyes of the sieve like countless arrows.Then Lama Choongpo leveled the sieve and chanted a mantra that no one could understand, while one of his assistants slowly poured a jug of water into the sieve, as is often the case in dreams , The water in the sieve slowly rose up, and the water under the sieve did not leak.As if it was a bamboo basin instead of a sieve. "Oh—" everyone gasped. When Lama Chuongpo's incantation stopped abruptly, all the water in the sieve leaked out with a "wow". "Oh!" The people exclaimed again. "Look, God's power is everywhere. It can block the water in the sieve, and of course it can defeat the hail ghosts in the sky." Lama Qiongbo said. "But the hail ghosts in the sky don't listen to you." said Dapo Dorje, the youngest son kneeling behind the head of Pema Gyaltsen. Lama Qiongbo glared at the young man, "That's because those lamas and masters on the other side are not idle. They are conspiring with the devil." People looked towards the west bank of the canyon, and sure enough, they saw a group of Red Sect lamas busy on a mountain top there, and there was a deep and thick sound of Dharma horns coming from the other side of the river. The Dharma horns were erected as high as the roof, It takes two lamas to lift it, and its sound is like the roar of the river, and the dark clouds in the sky are also driven by the monotonous and dull tones blown by the Red Sect lamas, running towards the east bank.There must also be a mandala behind them, and there must also be a weather curse master performing magic tricks with a sword, pretending to be a god to drive away ghosts.And the people here have to find sadly that the Red Sect lamas of the Nyingma Sect seem to have the upper hand. Although the west bank is only separated by the Lancang River, the sky is clear and the sun even shines on some mountain tops. The headman of Baimajianzan stood up and shouted towards the west bank of the Lancang River: "Since they have driven the hail over, the devil has become their friend. We have to kill all the devils across the river, like cleaning a shrine. The dust is like dust, and it is all cleaned up." "Oh!" The lamas of the Yellow Sect fanned their wide cassocks and beat their strong chests with their fists, like drums of war. "Oh yeah!" The people on the east bank also roared.The clouds were over their heads, and fear would overwhelm the men if they did not growl. As if to confirm the declaration of war made by the leader of Baimajianzan, before people's astonishment had completely disappeared from their faces, a hailstorm of moderate size hit the east bank of the Lancang River.The mandala carefully built by Lama Qiongbo, the bells on the mandala, the vajra prongs, the human shin bone dharma horn, the sheepskin drum, the ghost card, the mysterious sieve that will not leak, and the devout prayers of the believers kneeling to the sky , all were smashed by hailstones and made a chaotic sound.Several old women in the village were devoutly simmering mulberry trees in front of the incense burner on the roof of their soil palm house. The hailstorm that hit them like a landslide made them even have no time to dodge, and they were hit on the roof. People saw Lama Choongpo's mantras were like a flock of birds blown up, fleeing in panic and in all directions amidst the dense hail.His face was pale, and his upper and lower teeth were banging louder than hailstones hitting the ground.The people kneeling on the top of the mountain praying to the sky were beaten by the hailstone like being shot, and they hid everywhere.A group of Tibetan dogs were driven mad by the hailstones, and even barked at the sky. They jumped up again and again in despair and fearlessness, and attacked the hail ghosts in the sky. Many Tibetan dogs' teeth were blown away.These guys who have always been as agile as lightning and run like the wind now have nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. A swift and brief hailstorm, taunting Lama Chompo's spells, proclaimed the devil's victory.This victory does not mean that the devil has controlled humans, but that it has destroyed the tranquility of the canyon.The people on the east bank, regardless of the monks, regarded the hail disaster as the arrival of the Red Sect lamas from the west bank.Temples have found reasons to reject foreign religions, and the secular world has made preparations for territorial expansion in the name of gods. Among the many devils, there is a kind of devil called disturbing ghosts, whose duty is to stir up discord among people.Let misunderstanding, prejudice, jealousy, and hatred fill people's hearts.When the land is full of wars and corpses are everywhere, people will see the back of the disturbing ghost triumphantly and hear its ferocious laughter.According to legend, Chaogui is a demon with nine tongues.The masters of various sects of Tibetan Buddhism, although they are proficient in classics, practice esoteric methods hard, are erudite and compassionate, and have a broad mind, they are often confused by ghosts. ①The monks of the Red Sect generally wear red cockscomb hats and red cassocks, while the monks of the Yellow Sect wear yellow cockscomb hats and crimson cassocks. ②The eye of the sky is one of the eyes of the naked eye, the eye of wisdom, the eye of the sky, the eye of the law, and the eye of the Buddha that are often said in Buddhism. In Yudan's view, there is no summer with as much rain as this year; there is no year when the alpine pastures are covered with sadness like this year.Those flowers that bloom from the edge of the meadow to the sky, those green grasses covered with dewdrops, those lakes that are as clear as mirrors and emeralds, and those that glide from the distant snow mountains The eagle flying away, the love song floating behind the eagle, and the dancing steps in the bursts of pines all have a figure floating, a pure smiling face rippling, and a pair of bright eyes twinkling.In such a large alpine pasture, what is grazing now is no longer a flock of white clouds, but only a longing heart; the whole summer, what floats down from the sky is not the pouring rain, but the lonely tears of a person; The flowers that are as bright as stars on the meadow no longer bloom above the earth and under the sky, but bloom in Yudan's lingering spring dreams. However, when the erotic dream became a reality, the fool who dreamed didn't know how to adapt to this god-given transformation.At dusk after a rainy day, Yudan, who had returned from grazing, was still on the other side of the hillside and smelled the faint frankincense emanating from the woman's body, accompanied by the crackling sound of burning firewood in the firepit.He has been alone in this alpine pasture for half a month, with the sheep, fighting against the wind and rain, fighting against loneliness, and struggling in his thoughts.The distant stars and snow-capped mountains are his neighbors, and the beasts in the dense forest are his friends. If anyone comes to his firepit to make a pot of hot tea for him to warm his lonely heart, then this person must only It is the god who lives on the snow mountain. She is indeed the goddess in the heart of the infatuated Yudan. When Yudan saw Dawa Dolma by the fire pond at the door of the Mulen house, she felt as if she came floating on a cloud. I saw an auspicious multicolored cloud falling on my wooden roof. "Brother, you are back." Dawa Dolma greeted him gracefully. "I...I, me...you, you..." For a moment, he didn't know whether he was in a dream or living in reality, and stood blankly at the door of the wooden room. "Come in quickly." Dawa Dolma, like the hostess in a wooden house, stepped forward to help him unload a bundle of firewood from his body. "There's... still half a month away." He didn't know why he answered his sister-in-law—his wife—in this way.Before he came out, Abba told him that you can come back in a month.He carved a knife mark on the wallboard where he slept every night, which was like a series of lonely and unbearable hurdles, which he had to climb day and night. "Your brother asked me to come and see you and bring you some food." "Brother..." Yudan's eyes were moist. "Go and sit by the firepit, the tea has been brewed." Dawa Dolma said softly.Yudan suddenly felt that it was his mother Yang Jin speaking, a voice he had been familiar with since he was a child. He sat there like a big kid who just came to a stranger's house and didn't even know where to put his hands and feet.Dolma handed him hot buttered tea, but he didn't know whether it would be more natural to catch it with his left hand or his right hand.Finally, he stretched out his head in a daze, like a lamb waiting to be fed. "Puchi," Dawa Dolma smiled, and sat beside him, feeding the tea bowl to Yudan's mouth.At that time, what he drank was not mellow tea, but Dawa Dolma's charming frankincense.He couldn't help shuddering. "Brother, are you sick?" Dawa Dolma put his hand on his forehead. Yudan was shaking more violently, not his body was shaking, but his heart was beating violently, like a rabbit about to pop out of his chest. He took her hand off her forehead and held it in front of his chest, "Dolma... Dolma..." "You have ice in your mouth, Yudan? Are you alone on the pasture, no one talks to you, and you can't even speak smoothly." No.I am not alone on the ranch, you are always with me; it is not that no one talks to me, I talk to you every day, even in my dreams, I am talking to you that can never be finished.Yudan wanted to say these words, but he couldn't say a single word.His lips were trembling slightly, and his tongue seemed to no longer exist, not stiffened by a piece of ice, but melted by love. That night he was indeed melted by love to the point where he lost himself. It was as if ten thousand suns had rolled into the firepit, burning him unbearably hot.When he was embraced by Dawa Dolma, his trembling made the wooden house shake, and the cattle and sheep outside were also startled and disturbed.He never knew that the scent of a woman's body could be suffocating and dizzying.For a moment he felt himself being blown up by this warm and intoxicating air, higher and farther than a mountain eagle flying on a snow mountain; In the lake, he was so addicted that he couldn't extricate himself, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle. Yudan didn't know what he should do at all, his hands were redundant, his feet were redundant, and even his body was redundant.Only one of his hearts ran rampant in front of Dawa Dolma's gentle chest, looking for a way out, hitting Dawa Dolma's chest with bursts of pain.Dawa Dolma has been a wife for half a month, and she knows what a man thinks and needs.She shyly guides Yudan to swim in the passion in the darkness.But this guy is completely out of order, he is stubborn and timid, reckless and cautious.The fire in his chest was blazing, and the passion in his body was surging, but he couldn't open the door in the darkness. So, he could only weep in Dawa Dolma's arms. Originally, Dawa Dolma had already thrown herself into it, her body was already heaving, and she couldn't help moaning softly from her throat.For Dawa Dolma, the two brothers are her husbands just like a man.She must fulfill her duty as a wife fairly in front of them, just as Abba said, the left side of the face is the face, and the right side is also the face.But the novice in the love field didn't understand this at all, he thought his movements were too violent and hurt Dawa Dolma.He got up and knelt in front of Dawa Dolma's naked body, "What's wrong with you, Sister Dolma?" "Alas!" Dawa Dolma sighed deeply, stretched out his hand to pull him down, "Lie down quickly, be obedient, huh? Let me tell you about what happened in the canyon recently." In this way, the wedding night between husband and wife has become a sister telling a story to a younger brother.The Hua Pian cow at home has given birth to a calf. It is not a flower, but white all over.The lama of Yundan Temple said it was a sacred cow and asked us to raise it well.There was a hailstorm a few days ago, and the lamas of the Jiaqu Temple on the east bank used magic to drive the hail to our west bank, but the Living Buddha Gongba asked people to carry out the big dharma trumpet and blow the hail cloud over.Your father imported a large amount of goods from Han, including Pu'er tea, Sichuan silk, Dali homespun cloth, department stores, ironware, and salt.The horsemen are ready to go on a long journey, and they will start next month.Your elder brother is going with my father this time, and he will not come back until a year after he leaves. From now on, I will live with you every day. You have to grow up quickly, and we can count on the two of us to take care of the old man's affairs at home.The young master of the Langsa family on the east bank married a woman who was turned into a vixen. She was as beautiful as King Gesar's concubine.The women in the canyon said that if all the men married the women transformed from foxes, the world would be in chaos.It is said that there will be a demonic aura emanating from that woman, which will confuse the men who pass by her. Yudan actually fell asleep like an obedient child amidst Dawa Dolma's gentle whispers.Ever since she went to the alpine pasture to graze alone, Yudan has never slept so soundly and warmly tonight.He didn't even have a dream, which was a question he had been puzzling over since Dawa Dolma left.He wanted to keep the dream, but he forgot to do what a man should do in a more beautiful time than a dream. After the hailstorm, the east bank of the Lancang River was dead.The Langsa family sees that the crops in the field will fail again this year, but the Duji family on the other side is bustling with business.People in the West Bank are already packing their goods and preparing to go to Lhasa.Think about it, there are at least a hundred mules and horses in a caravan, and a load of mules and horses carry goods from the Han region, and bring back white money.Drought, flooding, insect pests and wind disasters can't stop Duji's caravan from making money.Why is Duji, the descendant of a black-headed Tibetan, taking all the good things in the world?The head of Pema Gyaltsan of the Langsa family thought.What is Duji, his grandfather used to be a tenant of the Langsa family, but now you look at the grandson of this black-headed Tibetan, his wealth can block the Lancang River, if he wants.In recent years, the prestige of the Duji family has overshadowed the Langsa family on the east bank of the Lancang River. It seems that even the rhododendrons on the hillside bloom more lushly and brightly than the east bank every year. "Looks like it's time for us to go hunting on the snow-capped mountains. Maybe the gods will bring us good luck like last time." Standing in the corridor of his watchtower, Baima Jianzan headman saw the bead in the yard and the dog that followed all day long. Looking at her lynx, she suddenly remembered the pen full of cattle and sheep that this woman brought to the family.He couldn't stand the heat and death in the canyon anymore, and he hoped to catch another animal that would bring surprises to people. Three days later, the headman's hunting team surrounded a wild deer on a small mountain. It was a rare and beautiful doe with six horns.This kind of guy can't be killed with a single shot. People need to constantly provoke it, chase it, and drive it until it can't run anymore, so that its strong heart can secrete more deer blood.Let it contribute the essence of its life to those who are eager to drink the blood of the deer in panic.The headman ordered the two sons to lead several servants to chase from different directions. Beizhu followed closely behind Dapo Dorje. She was flushed and excited. When she was a fox, she was hunted down. Now she has changed, not only the young lady of the Langsa family, but also a proud hunter. When he was about to catch up to the top of the mountain, Zhaxi Pingcuo had vaguely seen the wild deer, but his delicate wife couldn't climb the steeper and steeper mountain roads, and slowly dragged behind.Zhaxi Pingcuo glanced back, said to a servant beside him, "Take care of the mistress." Then he chased forward. But after a while, the young master told the boy to go up quickly from the jungle, he had already blocked the wild deer on the edge of a cliff.Not long after the servant left, suddenly there was a loud noise in the dense forest. Based on experience, Beizhu thought it was a big wild beast. She wanted to light the matchlock gun in her hand, but a black shadow rushed out and grabbed her. gun. "Don't shoot, sister-in-law, it's me." Buddha!Dapo Dorje stood in front of his gun with his head covered in grass. "Why did you come to my gunpoint?" Beizhu scolded. Dapo Dorje said with a smile, "I'm here to protect you, sister-in-law." Dapo Dorje saw the sparkle in his sister-in-law's eyes, like the unsettled surface of a lake under the sun. "Oh, my brother is still a caring person." Beizhu stretched out her hand and stroked some grass off Dapo Dorje's head, "Where is your hat?" She asked gently. "I lost it." When her fingers touched his forehead, Dapo Dorje felt blood rushing to his head. "Hehe, you bastard, everyone is chasing that deer wholeheartedly, saying that it will bring good luck." Beizhu's charming eyes are like butterflies flying around in this bright spring, and Dapo Dorje has already become a mess. Flying and flying in his mind, he could no longer tell which were the bright eyes of his sister-in-law and which were the butterflies flying in his mind.He stammered: "I, I, I... I don't have... no wild deer in my heart, sister-in-law." "Then what's on your mind?" Two butterflies flew out of her eyes again, hovering over the dizzy guy's head. "Only sister-in-law." He seemed to be talking in his sleep, and even he was taken aback when the words came out of his mouth. "Really?" She retracted the butterfly in her eyes, and said meaningfully: "But some people only think of catching that wild deer." "That wild deer will never become a beautiful girl like sister-in-law again. They are all fools." Dapo Dorje said with certainty. "How different you two brothers are!" Beizhu reached out to Dapo Dorje's head again, stroking his thick curly hair like a snake swimming in the dense grass. Dapo Dorje felt as if ten thousand Lancang Rivers were roaring in his mind, and he grabbed his sister-in-law's shoulders tremblingly, "What's different, sister-in-law?" "Your curly hair is so beautiful, like flowers blooming all over the mountain. Why doesn't your brother have any?" She withdrew her hand, and at the same time took a half step back, skillfully moving his hands away from hers slipped off his shoulders. "Because... probably because our mothers are different. Sister-in-law, do you like my hair?" Then he said awkwardly: "Many girls on the ranch like it too." Bei Zhu suddenly lowered her face, "Why don't you go find those girls, what are you doing here?" Dapo Dorje argued: "How can the girl on the ranch compare with you, sister-in-law?" “你拿我跟她们比什么？” “你……你你唱的歌儿比她们的好听。”这个家伙还没有明白一个女人的心，情急之中就把自己心里想的说出来了。 “我唱歌儿给你听过吗？”贝珠的声音有些严厉起来。 “唱了，在晚上。你的歌儿让峡谷里的夜莺也再不敢唱歌了。”达波多杰再也不想跟自己的嫂子打哑谜。 “啪。”他的脸上挨了一耳光。“别放肆啊，我是你嫂子。你哥哥就在山崖上哩。” 不久以前，当他对阿爸说想和哥哥一起做贝珠的男人时，他挨了阿爸的一皮鞭，现在又挨了这个女人一耳光。可是，与其说那是一巴掌，不如说是一次大胆地亲昵。它比春天的杨柳拂在脸上还要温柔，比夏天里燕子掠过水面还要轻盈，像秋天飘向大地的一匹红叶，也像冬天落在脸上的一片飞雪。 因此，那个挨了耳光的家伙非但没有恼怒，反而受到了鼓励。他终于发现在他脑海里飞舞的蝴蝶，原来是嫂子身子里散发出来的妖气变的。那是一只妖蝴蝶啊，它能把男人身体内的欲火煽动起来。在旱季里，有一种满山乱窜的山火叫做“过山龙”，当它烧起来时，连跑得最快的兽类都逃不过它的淫威。而被一个狐狸变的女人勾引出来的欲火，比“过山龙”还要窜得更快、更泛滥。 达波多杰一把抱住了贝珠，把她压在灌木丛中，密林一阵稀里哗啦乱响，像摔倒了一头巨熊。很久以后，他都没有想明白当时他为什么会这样做；也是很久以后，他也没能弄清楚贝珠是如何从他身下逃走的。就是一只狐狸，也不可能从他激情的严密包围中突围出去。但是那天达波多杰的确一事无成。他明明已经用下身抵住了她柔软的小腹——在对付姑娘方面，他可不是个新手，他也清晰地看见了嫂子目光中的惊惶与羞涩，甚至还看见了她额头上的一根草棵。他伸手想将它摘下来，可是手上抓住的却不是一根草，而是一把！那张妖艳的脸不见了，蝴蝶飞舞的眼波也不见了，身下的嫂子变成了松软的灌木丛。他只听见密林中一阵兽类奔逃的脚步，仿佛是一只狐狸在逃逸。 “你在这里干什么？” 达波多杰身后忽然传来一声呵斥。他惊慌地转过头来，发现阿爸正举着火绳枪冲着自己。就像一场白日梦被人搅醒，达波多杰翻身坐起来，呆呆地迎着父亲的枪口。 “我差点一枪打着你。”白玛坚赞头人收起了枪口，“打猎误伤人的事儿多着哩。你干吗不跟着大家去追野鹿？” 达波多杰惊魂甫定，搪塞道：“我……我摔了一跤。” “你可真摔得不是时候。”白玛坚赞头人懊恼地说，“野鹿就是从你这个方向跑了的。” “没有啊，跑了的只是那只红狐狸。”达波多杰失口说。 “什么红狐狸？那是你嫂子。” “阿爸，你你……看见她啦？”达波多杰感觉自己身下的大地在沉沦。 “没有。我是说，以后不准再把你哥哥的妻子当狐狸看。” “可是……是的，阿爸。”达波多杰就像从梦中醒悟过来，要是嫂子还在自己身下，阿爸可能真的要给我一枪了。He broke out in a cold sweat. “真倒霉，还没有猎物从我的枪口下逃走过。”头人还在懊悔。 达波多杰应和一声，“跑了就跑了吧，阿爸。反正神灵再不可能赐给我们能变成漂亮姑娘的红狐狸了。” 头人白了自己儿子一眼，“别一天到晚就只想着漂亮姑娘！该干点正事了。起来，跟我走。”