Chapter 4 Chapter 2-1

When the headman Pema Gyaltsen was hunting that day, he asked his youngest son Dapo Dorje to "do something serious," which was not a casual remark.For him, this matter is to wage war on the wealth and land in the west bank, but for Dabo Dorje, it is to marry the ugly girl of the Yegong chieftain's family as soon as possible. In fact, the chieftain's greed and the chieftain's thoughts coincided with each other. It was like two evil fruits on the same greedy tree, with only differences in size and no essential difference.Although Yegong chieftain recruited a son-in-law to solve the ugly girl's lifelong affairs, he was unwilling to distribute more of his wealth to a person with a foreign surname. Let the ewe give birth to the lamb first and then let it go.This is what Yegong chieftain did when he married his eldest daughter.Therefore, when the head of Baima Jianzan proposed that the two families unite to attack the west bank of the Lancang River, as the territory of the couple, and celebrate an auspicious marriage with the sound of war guns, the chieftain was of course happy.But in front of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, Yegong Tusi had to express his compassion appropriately. He asked the headman:

"But what reason do we have to go to war there?" The leader of Baima Jianzan laughed and said: "For a weak person, finding a reason to fight is harder than panning for gold in the river; but for a strong person, it is just an excuse." Chieftain Yegong said: "Oh, this excuse must be suitable. After all, fighting a war is not a trivial matter." "You set fire to the forest on a mountain because a branch on the side of the road hung your hat off. How's that for an excuse?" "It's really a good excuse for a noble headman." Chieftain Yegong said with a smile.

Soon, the head of Baima Jianzan gave the chieftain Yegong a good excuse.This excuse was not born on earth, but from heaven.Because the excuses in the world are often unclear, but the oracle in the sky cannot be refuted. Lama Chompo once again played the role of God's spokesperson.One morning he got a piece of yellow silk that floated down from the sky, and there was a verse on it: When the mountains and rivers are full of gods Controlled by a red cult Enemies of the Dharma came to the holy mountain Hurry up and defend our hidden treasure In the canyon, the "three hidden treasures" have different interpretations in the minds of different people.The "Three Treasures" of a lama are Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha; the "Three Treasures" of a Khamba man are sharp knives, guns, and horses; and the "Three Treasures" of a shepherd are stone throwers, sheep whips, and fire sickles .However, Lama Qiongbo explained that this verse said that the Red Sect lama on the other side had become an enemy of Buddhism.When the Red Sect lama recited scriptures on the west bank of the canyon, we couldn't sleep peacefully.

Many people on the east bank of the Lancang River said that they saw this piece of yellow silk with verses floating from the sky. It was like a crane from the world of gods, bringing the news of the war to the world.It's just that this piece of yellow silk fell on an ancient pine tree on the cliff at the beginning, and no one could take it off.At this time, people saw a black lynx jumping up the cliff.Someone recognized it as the lynx that followed Beizhu all day long, and it was the sister of the former red fox.It took the yellow silk from the ancient pine and handed it to Lama Qiongbo.

Therefore, Lama Qiongbo announced: The time has come for us to expel the Red Sect lamas in the West Bank. The curse cast by this devil made the Lancang River tremble. Whether it was the bloodthirsty snow leopards and bears on the snowy mountains on both sides of the canyon, or the kind-hearted yaks and goats on the pastures, and those mosquitoes and ants that were busy all day long in the grass, They all let out a terrified wail.They heard the footsteps of people rushing and shouting, they heard the sound of sharpening knives and guns, they heard the devil laughing, they heard the horror and weeping of the flower of life before it withered, and they heard the blood in the man's veins, sending out the Lancang River. The roar of the water is generally surging.These kind-hearted beasts looked at humans who were smarter than them with weeping and puzzled eyes, as if they were asking: Why do you want to kill your own kind?

During that time, the strong wind blowing through the canyon was full of hatred and murderous intent, and people could hear the spell from the other side in the wind.A sheep first conveyed its worries about the human world to Gongba Living Buddha of Yundan Temple.It was a free sheep under the Kawagebo Snow Mountain, and it lived about 600 years old.Because people think that Kawagebo Snow Mountain belongs to the sheep, and every sixty years is its birth year, so there are often some sinful people who choose sheep from their family's sheep during the birth year of Kawagebo Snow Mountain. One of the strongest and most beautiful sheep came out and was sent to the foot of the snow-capped mountain to be released. It was not only used as a sacrifice to the holy mountain, but also to wash away his sins.In fact, many released sheep became the prey of bloodthirsty raptors such as leopards and bears under the snow-capped mountains in less than half a year. A sacred object of divine shepherding.They ate the released sheep, which means that the sacred mountain received people's tribute.But a free sheep has not been eaten for 600 years, which in itself shows that this sheep is extraordinary.According to legend, its hair was black six hundred years ago, but now it is white all over, like an old man whose hair, eyebrows, and beard are all whitened by the wind and frost of the years.In people's minds, it is the incarnation of God Kawagebo, and every Tibetan who sees it on the snow mountain will kowtow to it.

The sheep walked around a mani stone pile behind the temple like a devout Tibetan in the morning, and Gomba Rinpoche heard its unusual footsteps in his quiet room.The living Buddha hurried to the mani stone pile, and there was a dialogue between the living Buddha and the sheep that only they could understand. The sheep said that there was going to be a war in the canyon. The living Buddha said, can a living Buddha not quell the flames of war? The sheep said that the previous relationship will end, and a new relationship will arise. The living Buddha asked, do you have to shed blood and kill animals to have a good relationship in the canyon?

The sheep said that the Dharma Wheel will turn for the first time only when sentient beings see their own sins.The Buddha also went through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships before Nirvana became a Buddha.The deeper the injury, the heavier the sins of people, the faster enlightenment will come. The living Buddha said, I understand that sectarian disputes are just to let defenders of faith see their own flaws. In fact, Gongba Living Buddha has long heard the devil's grinning laughter in the increasingly intense atmosphere of war in the canyon. The laughter is behind the crow's wings, in the shade of the cliff, in the dense forest of ancient trees, under the pressure Lower in the dark clouds.This is the God Realm through some unusual signs, which are shown to those wise men with psychic powers. For example, one evening, the Living Buddha Gongba saw a group of crows flying back and forth in the canyon in a regular hexagonal shape, which was the shape of the flying catastrophe; He also saw a black mist rising from the depths of the cliff one morning, and the figure of the devil was looming in it; and the footsteps of the devils rushing in from time to time could be heard in the thick clouds in the sky, and the sky was almost trampled down by them. up.

In the evening, Gomba Living Buddha called Duji to his meditation room and informed him that there might be a war in the valley.Duji said that in fact he also knew that the atmosphere in the canyon was not right for a while. People who drive horses and do business have been running outside all year round, and they can smell a little bit of gunpowder in the surrounding air.Not to mention the murderous aura that filled the canyon during this period of time, even the flowers were too frightened to bloom.Duji's eldest son, Arasi, came with his father. He asked Gongba Living Buddha, "Did we offend the people over there?"

"I didn't offend anyone, but the devil of Buddhism came to my door." "Living Buddha, you mean, they are going to seize our land, cattle and sheep?" Duji asked in surprise. "It's not just that." Gongba Rinpoche lamented, "They even want to change the color of the hats on our monks' heads." "Aren't we enshrining the same Buddha?" Arasi asked. "Of course it's the same Buddha. It's just that our paths to becoming Buddhas are different." "Our horse drivers say that all roads lead to Lhasa. The road is dangerous and the road is flat, and the road is long and the road is short. Whoever takes which road has freedom of foot. Anyway, they are going to the holy city."

"Oh, Duji," Gongba Living Buddha sighed deeply, "Since there are different sects, even if the monks have not violated the Buddha's will, they have misinterpreted the Buddha's words. In front of every Buddha and Bodhisattva, There are always people who want to use the loudest voice to speak in the name of the Buddha. I have practiced for more than 60 years, and now I feel more and more ashamed of myself.” Two lines of old tears suddenly flowed from the eyes of Gomba Living Buddha. When the Buddha shed tears, the world will suffer, and the earth will not be able to bear such a huge suffering.Duji and Alasi knelt down in front of the Living Buddha, weeping like a baby. "Living Buddha, we can only count on your power and mercy." Gongba Living Buddha recited a scripture, which calmed down the sadness in the meditation room. "For you secular world, it is human greed that makes them raise the saber to kill; but for the gurus in the monk world, the name of God is abused by them. Which meadow the cattle and sheep drive to graze is the most important thing. The shepherd's business; but if the cattle and sheep are driven into other people's crop fields, it is the fault of the people's hearts." Duji said something that hit the nail on the head, "I see, although some of them are wearing monk's clothes, in front of the Buddha, they are reciting the mantra of the devil in their hearts." Gongba Living Buddha said: "Let the horseshoes driven by the devil on the other side step over my body first, and then break through the gate of our temple. I will pray for their evil deeds." In Duji's view, the temple is the place where his soul resides.Every time he went out to drive horses, he would bring his horses to the temple to burn incense and beg for the protection of various gods; and every time he returned from a long journey, he must first go to the temple to pay his vows before returning home.Without the protection of the temple and the magic power of the lama masters, he doesn't know how to fight against the demons and ghosts along the way.As an ordinary believer, he doesn't care which sect's teachings are good, and he burns incense and kowtows to whoever can bring comfort and protection to his soul.The Tibetans on the west bank of the Lancang River have believed in the teachings of the Red Sect of the Nyingma Sect for several generations. They have never encountered such a thing: beliefs will bring threats and disasters to life. Duji said: "It would be great if Master Rinchen was still alive. His magic power may protect our village and temple." "I haven't heard from him for a long time." Living Buddha Gongba's bright eyes traveled through the deep darkness and the vast land, looking for the trace of Master Rinchen in the chaos.The shaman of the Yundan Temple left the canyon in shame after failing to fight with Lama Qiongbo of the Jiaqu Temple on the opposite bank. He once said that he would go to the holy city of Lhasa to learn the supreme and profound esoteric methods, and then return to protect the red teachings and followers.The Living Buddha Gongba once saw his figure above the clouds, and he flew away after circling over the temple.The living Buddha did not tell anyone about his discovery, because those who have not opened the Buddha's eyes cannot see him. Duji and his son were on their way back to the village. The darkness in the canyon was so suffocating that people couldn't speak. The torch in Alasi's hand seemed to be burning in the water instead of being lit in the night.Because there was obviously no wind, but the torch soaked in pine grease burned weaker and weaker until it was completely extinguished by the thick darkness.Duji sighed deeply, he felt the approaching figure of death, he said to Alasi: "Our opponents this time are not some hairy-footed bandits." "Father, they won't even let us drive horses, will they?" Du Ji said worriedly: "Who knows where they are going to go. Even the living Buddha is crying. Aren't those greedy guys on the other side afraid of the earth cracking?" The head of Baimajianzan was not worried at all whether the ground would crack.He is in charge of more than 200 black-headed Tibetan households on the east bank of the Lancang River, as well as dozens of slaves and servants.According to the old rules, the tenants acted as chieftains or headmen's "door soldiers" to fight. If one enemy was killed, ten sheep would be obtained; if more than five enemies were killed, one cow or one mule or horse would be obtained.If he is a slave, he can become a free citizen if he has made great contributions. If he is a tenant, he will be rewarded for his meritorious service after the battle. If he is lucky, he may be rewarded with land.There hasn't been a war in the canyon for decades, and the men are itching in their hearts, longing for the good luck of leaping horses and spears to make contributions to their heads.There is a saying in the canyon that instead of lying in a hospital bed and dying of old age, it is better for a man to go out to fight and live like a real man.The eldest son of the headman, Zhaxi Pingcuo, had a deceptive sentence when he recruited sect soldiers, which made every Khamba person who came to join the war never forget: You rushed into the rich man’s house on the other side, and the first prize you grabbed The basket of silver is yours, the first piece of land you stand on is also yours, and the first woman you see also belongs to you. The mansion of the Langsa family was busy, and everyone was excited about the upcoming war.Only one person remained indifferent, lazily climbing on the railing on the third floor of the watchtower all day long, watching the people coming and going in and out of the house as if watching a play.This guy is Dagpo Dorje who claims to be sick. It seems that everyone is not fighting for his new territory, nor is it shooting to celebrate his wedding after the war.He was not excited about the more than 200 majestic cavalry sent by Yegong chieftain, and he ignored the tents and smoke rising in the wilderness by hundreds of "door soldiers" conscripted; I saw six gods of war, three witches and witches invited by Lama Qiongbo of Jiaqu Temple to help, and hundreds of Yin soldiers floating around with a few groups of dark clouds in the sky.They are unjust souls who died in family fighting, bandit robbery, and ethnic disputes in the canyon for hundreds of years. When people on the ground want to fight, they are often invited from the underworld to help them through those powerful lama masters.He didn't even hear the neighing of horses, the rattling of knives, and the chants of the hero Gesar—every Khamba rider always regards the upcoming battle as a man's festival. The festival is always celebrated with songs and wine. Unlike before, Dagpo Dorje did not feel the slightest festive atmosphere.His eyes kept chasing the figure of Beizhu.In front of his eyes, this figure was sometimes a bejeweled bejeweled, brightly dressed, voluptuous and plump, with a crisp laugh, all the way charming and alluring; for a while, it was a red fox wriggling its fat buttocks and scurrying around in the crowd. Sometimes, he had to guess that all the busyness and mania of the people on the east bank of the Lancang River were lured out by this red fox.Wherever it (she) goes, there is a commotion, the men are eager to fight, and the women are anxious.The lynx that came to the family with her was just as suspicious as she was.Only the gods on the snow mountain know whether the piece of yellow silk and satin that it plucked from the ancient pine on the cliff floated down from the sky.He even suspected that this cunning red fox was not arranging a war or a marriage for him and the ugly girl from Yegong chieftain's family, but provoking people on both sides of the canyon to kill each other for its (her) own future. "This is really a war provoked by the devil." Dapo Dorje muttered above the heads of the crowd.Many years later, time will confirm his doubts and conjectures.But at the beginning, he could only say so. "No, it's for the auspiciousness of your marriage." When Dapo Dorje turned his head, he found that Beizhu was standing behind him.Just now he clearly saw her wandering among the crowd in the courtyard downstairs, why did he come to the third floor all of a sudden?Unless the fox has wings too. "Hey, if so many people are killed just for one of my marriage beds, the gods on the snow mountain will definitely not forgive the Langsa family." "Don't forget that we are fighting there in the name of God." Dapo Dorje looked at his sister-in-law's charming face like a full moon, and sighed deeply, "Buddha, a woman would like to fight." "You're wrong, my silly brother." Beizhu's eyes seemed to grow two gentle soft hands, touching Dabo Dorje's heart all the way. "Women only like heroes of war." Dapo Dorje suddenly realized that a coquettish and beautiful woman is like a medal hanging high above life in front of a man who is about to go to the battlefield.Even if a man dies in battle, he still desires to hang that medal around his neck.It's no wonder that wherever she goes, the war horses will neigh; wherever her eyes flow, the blood of men will be burned and everything will be destroyed.Even if the earth cracks, rivers change course, snow mountains fall, and the sun and moon are shamed. Dapo Dorje no longer stood idly by. When the cavalry on the east bank of the Lancang River and hundreds of "door soldiers" pressed towards the west bank like a dark cloud, he took the lead and rushed to the forefront.Behind him, the cavalry's iron hooves trampled the canyon shaking.At that time, the rhododendrons in the canyon had just bloomed and dyed the verdant hills blood red. The horseshoes of the Khamba riders trampled the west bank of the Lancang River until the mountains were covered with red and bloody mud.The surviving people can no longer tell which is the blood splashed by flowers on the earth, and which is the flower of human life.A group of dark clouds in the sky is like a huge vicious dog, which has just swallowed the bright sun in one gulp, and people can hear the sound of the sun being crushed.The snow-capped mountain darkened, and its graceful ridges seemed to be flowing red blood.The gloomy light of Kangba Zangdao made the canyon seem to have entered the harsh winter. The battle was fought at a pass on a hill in front of the temple.As long as the horse team on the east bank passes through this pass, they can drive straight in, break through the mansion of Duji’s family behind the hill and the village where the fire is warm, through the thick wooden gate of the Tsochin Hall of Yundan Temple above the village, and through the once green smoke on the west bank of the Lancang River. The quiet years of curling, melodious singing, evening drums and morning bells.The Red Sect lamas and villagers on the west bank guarded this hill, so they protected their beliefs and gods, and protected their once-indisputable life. Duji led the men in the village to form a life-and-death alliance with the lamas in Yundan Temple. At this time, belief and life are the relationship between skin and fur. If there is no skin, how will the hair be attached?It is also the relationship between water and the earth, the relationship between the sky and white clouds, the relationship between birds and flowers, the relationship between stars and a drop of crystal clear dew on the tip of grass, just like the love between the Alasi brothers for Dawa Dolma's life and death, and The fate of the blood connection between their brothers. When the battle first started, it didn't look like a bloody killing at all, but like a grand festival of the gods.The God of War invited by Lama Qiongbo appears and disappears among the clouds, carrying electricity with the wind; the witches and wizards are chanting words, dressed in dead body skins, with human heads and skeletons hanging on their waists, and appear in costumes; Making waves; the guards whistled sharply, walked towards death with graceful and calm steps like dancing a string dance, noisily.They didn't seem to know the impact of the guns, and they swarmed up with the enthusiasm of singing Tibetan opera, making a lot of noise as if they were visiting relatives during the New Year, and then they flew into the air with their feet like a string dance, but after they landed I can no longer get up.Alasi saw a man rushing to the front who seemed to be assisted by a Dharma protector. The shotguns from the arquebus hit him one after another, but his God of War protected him from any flying shotguns.Blossoms of blood covered his broad chest and abdomen, but he didn't fall down, and he was still singing a thick and melodious song. His voice was loud and open, like the kind of person who stands on a mountain ridge and sings. A good folk singer who will make rhododendrons bloom brilliantly.The hands of the shooters on the hill were already shaking, and they even wondered whether they shot the guy with bullets or fresh red flowers. Fortunately, when the blood-like flowers bloomed all over his body, when the people on the pass could clearly see the squirming of his Adam's apple, and even see the fanaticism and despair radiating from his eyes, his moving singing could not be heard. Slowly weakened, like a beam of light shining on the earth, slowly dimmed. Alasi asked his younger brother Yudan to follow him closely. He swore to the Buddha that even if he died in battle, he would not hurt his younger brother's finger.Originally, both he and his father meant that Yudan and the women should hide in the snow-capped mountains first, but Yudan rejected this kindness, which was disgraceful to a man.But Alasi clearly felt that Yudan's body was trembling when the war started.After all, he was only seventeen years old, and his body was still young.Therefore, whenever Yudan wanted to poke his head out to shoot, Alasi always pulled him down.The most Yudan heard that morning was: "Yudan, be careful, guns don't have eyes!" Behind the resisting people, several old monks of Yundan Temple, led by Gongba Living Buddha, hastily set up a simple mandala to welcome their god of war.While chanting mantras, they tried to ward off flying guns and arrows, as well as people's desire to kill driven by greed.They saw the people on the ground fighting together, and the gods in the sky fighting fiercely.The gods of the Red Sect lamas were surrounded by Yin soldiers invited by the Yellow Sect Lamas, and they were no longer able to come to protect their believers. The resistance on the west bank was finally defeated, and the pass was broken by the horses on the east bank.All this was like a nightmare, but the people's shouts and wailing could not escape from the net of the nightmare. Duji told Alasi to take the people to the temple quickly, and he stayed at the end of the fleeing crowd.The last thing he saw was the headman Pema Gyalzan riding a blue war horse, laughing wildly at him, and the horse seemed to be laughing too.When Du Ji was still thinking about why the horse laughed wildly, the horse of the chief Baima Jianzan had already arrived in front of him.Du Ji stretched out his arms, as if he wanted to stop the slaughter that filled the world with his own strength, the blood splashed everywhere, and the Khamba riders that swept in like a flood that broke the embankment.He even wanted to hug the flying fore hooves of the headman Pema Gyalzan's horse, but he was kicked to the ground heavily by the iron hoof of the headman's crotch. Behind him, the village became a sea of ​​flames. The once magnificent three-story mansion of the Duji family was like a few branches in the fire pond, twisting and tilting, screaming in pain. With a loud cry, it collapsed. This shout came from Dhondup, Duji's loyal housekeeper.As a horse driver who has met Death God countless times, he has never been afraid of Death God's sneer.Rich field experience, seasoned way of dealing with the world, astute vision and strong physique, made those life-threatening ghosts have to shake hands with him.But this time, he saw that they would never give him face again, and the god of war who protected him was also defeated by the witch on the other side.The hideous face of the god of death is clearly visible, and there is no chance or possibility of reconciliation between them. So, let's all come to a conclusion.Dhondup did not retreat in the direction of the temple, but rushed into the warehouse on the ground floor of Duji's house. He knew where the gunpowder was kept, and he also knew the best way to break the relationship.He carried a large bucket of gunpowder, and rushed back into the melee crowd again.Under a low wall next to the stables, there were still a few horses from the Duji family who were fighting desperately. They were covered in wounds and their eyes were bloodshot.Dhondup threw the powder barrel to the ground and shouted: "Stop wasting your energy. Have you thought about your afterlife?" A young man looked at the powder keg and said playfully, "Uncle Dundup, I thought you brought a bucket of buttered tea." A horse driver next to him had one eye hanging out, and the other was swollen to see nothing. He asked, "Tea? Uncle Dunzhu, drinking a bowl of tea now is much more important than the next life." Only a horse driver who was about the same age as Dunzhu was still thinking about his afterlife. He lay motionless on a ridge, "The son of a bitch, the Langsa family, are all ghosts, let us drink a bowl of tea." There is no chance." He said angrily, "Buddha, bless me to be reborn as an eagle in the next life, and don't let me walk such a long mountain road! I am too tired." The opponent's cavalry had already rushed over, and Dhondup lit the fuse on the powder keg. He finally said: "Okay, let's all fly to the sky!" In the flames soaring into the sky, Gongba Living Buddha, who was still praying for the peace of all living beings on the mandala at that time, saw a blood-red heart of Dundup fly to the sky, and saw a red fox jumping out of the fire, and swallowed it with one bite. Take that loyal heart away.He also saw that in the courtyard dam of Duji's house, there were no more cattle and sheep, mules and horses lined up, and goods traveling from south to north were piled up like mountains. ; What flows out along the gate is no longer gold and silver, but blood that flows like a mountain spring.In an instant, the earth was blood red and filled with sorrow. That piece of land has always been moistened by rain from the sky, covered by white snow, decorated with brilliant flowers, caressed by the bright sun, spawned by continuous love songs, soaked by chanted scriptures, and scented by spring cows. Fart green——Whenever the shepherd boy hears the cow fart, he knows that spring is coming and the earth will turn green. Now Gongba Living Buddha has no melodious pastoral songs of shepherd boys, nor the pleasant fart of spring cows.The earth is sinking and bleeding, and the merciful heart of the Living Buddha is also bleeding.The mandala built by him and several eminent monks has been stained red by the blood of the people on the West Bank.The living Buddha stood up at this time and said to a lama beside him: "All sentient beings are being chased away by the devil and going to hell. Let's see if an old monk can do something for them at this time." He left the mandala and walked towards the two sides who were still fighting in the bloody battle.The people who defended the pass on the west bank had retreated one after another. They said to him: "Living Buddha, you can't go any further. The devil has entered the heart of Paima Gyalzan. He has become even more ferocious than a man-eating devil." Gongba Living Buddha said: "Let's go to the temple, at least our Dharma protector is there." The Gomba Living Buddha, who was originally thin, seemed to be very tall and solemn at that moment. He blocked all living beings behind swords and arrows, and blocked the gate of hell.He came to a corner of the mountain road, where only one horse could pass by.The living Buddha sat down cross-legged on the mountain path, and wanted to do a meditation on life and death here. The horse team chasing from the east bank came with thunderous hooves, but suddenly, like a rushing flood, it encountered a solid rock wall, and the mountain road was instantly silent.The fierce cavalry was overwhelmed by a living Buddha's meditation. The leader of Pema Gyaltsan came up immediately, and he saw Gomba Tulku twirling beads, his eyes slightly closed, his lips gently opened and closed, and the gentle and smooth scriptures spread like nectar in the heart of the Khamba rider who was full of murderous intentions.They all had their knives in their sheaths and their arrows in their pouches, as if they had been immobilized, and they stood on the mountain path, not daring to take a step forward. "Gongba Living Buddha, get out of the way!" the head of Baima Jianzan shouted sternly. This loud shout did not frighten the Gomba Rinpoche, but scared the Khamba riders on the east bank. Even the horses under their crotches were trembling. They had never heard anyone dare to speak to a Rinpoche like this.Therefore, the riders felt that the wind in the valley was mocking their leader. "Respected headman Pema Gyaltsen, look at what is behind me?" Gongba Living Buddha sat upright like a stone statue, making one feel that he has been there for a thousand years. "What else will be behind you?" The headman Baima Jianzan's horse circled on the narrow mountain path, and he felt a little unable to control his mount. "It's just a mountain road." The headman said arrogantly. "It's the road to hell! Kind Kham riders on the east bank, the earth can bear everything, but it can't bear the heavy evil deeds of the world. The only mercy a poor monk can offer you is to stand The gates of hell, blocking your steps towards death." "Don't make yourself so noble." The leader Baima Jianzan waved his horsewhip and shouted to the Khamba riders behind him, "Rush over here." But none of the horses could go far enough, and none of the Khamba riders had the courage to face hell.It's not that they are afraid of death, but that they are afraid that the earth will not be able to bear the evil deeds of their own horses and living Buddhas, and the fire of hell spews out.Everyone knows that in the flames of hell, one has to suffer so much to be reincarnated as a human being; they also know that in this solemn Buddha land, no one dares to leap from the body of a Living Buddha. And pass. No matter how much Baima Jianzantou was manipulated by the devil in his heart, he still didn't have the courage to step on the living Buddha, let alone the other conscripted sect soldiers and Kham riders.Just when the situation didn't know how to end, there was a sound of rubbing fire and sickle stones in the horse team, and people were surprised to see a matchlock gun being ignited. The eldest son of the headman, Zhaxi Pingcuo, who has always only used his brain but not his hands, is now riding on a horse, aiming at Gomba Living Buddha with a two-pronged matchlock gun with a lit fuse. No!Almost everyone shouted in their hearts.Dapo Dorje, the younger brother of Lien Tashi Phuntsok, wanted to jump over and grab his brother's gun at this time, because he thought it would be too embarrassing for the Langsa family.It's just that there are two horses between him and his brother, and from his brother's hideous face, he can see the looming hell behind him. The fuse on the gun was burning like a chirp, and people's hearts almost jumped out. Gomba Living Buddha was still sitting like a rock, and the scriptures flowing from his lips were still peaceful and gentle.The head of Baima Jianzan had a smile on his face. This is the bloody descendant of the Langsa family. The smile on the headman's face hadn't had time to bloom freely like the flowers on the mountain with a clear conscience, and there was no reason for it to be as gorgeous and brilliant as the sun rising on the top of the snow mountain. He only heard a "boom" and his All plots vanished in an instant. The living Buddha is always a Buddha, and has been sitting in people's hearts for thousands of years, but his son Tashi Pingcuo, who can only shoot coldly, was blown off his horse covered in blood. That was the moment when he was controlled by divine power, and the matchlock gun exploded in Tashi Pingcuo's hand for no reason.The headman's horse team was in chaos for a while, and Tashi Puncuo's three fingers flew into the sky. The blood on his face mixed with the gunpowder smoke, making him look like a kid who just struggled out of hell.The head of Baimajianzan shouted angrily: "Son of a bitch, where is the Dharma protector we invited? Why doesn't he come to help us?" At this time, who still has the mind to fight, and who dares to jump in front of a Living Buddha?The Kangba riders turned their horses one after another and fled.Many people dare not even ride a horse, because they feel ashamed in front of the compassion of a Living Buddha.