Chapter 5 Chapter 2-2

The fighting on both sides of the canyon was temporarily pacified by the compassion of Gongba Rinpoche. A group of lamas from Yundan Temple who specialize in saving the souls of the dead held a grand ceremony in the temple to recommend all the souls of the war dead.They are called "Kailu Lamas" and are responsible for leading the spirits of the dead to the Pure Land of the Western Paradise.Because there is no kind of compassion greater than saving the soul of a dead person.Lamas believe that the soul of a person not only exists when he is alive, but also exists after death.Especially at the time of dying and dying, the human soul is like a lost child standing on a precipice.At this time, the "Lama of the Path" is like those wise guides, leading the souls of the dead to where they desire to go.

After Duji was kicked to the ground by the headman Pema Gyaltsen's horseshoe, his undead ran back to report the news to his wife Yangjin, and a crow acted as a messenger.With a shrill and terrifying cry, it fell headlong at Yang Jin's feet.At that time, Yang Jinzheng and the women and children on the West Bank hid in a cave under the snow-capped mountains. They turned the prayer wheel in front of the cave, chanted scriptures, and prayed to the god of war to protect their men.In fact, Yang Jin saw this crow that was about to bring bad news when the simmering green smoke had just risen.It flew crookedly from the direction where the men were fighting, like a little black dog being chased by a devil, as if it was not flying in the sky, but crawling and running away on the ground.When it fell, it stirred up a cloud of black dust.The crow screamed and died of despair.Grandma Yangjin found that the fire in the incense burner suddenly went out inexplicably, the rising green smoke stopped, and the gods on the snow mountain covered their faces and sighed.Yang Jin beat his chest and stomped his feet, and shouted to the sky: "Buddha, they killed Duji! My sons, what are you doing?"

At that time, Alasi was running towards the temple with Yudan and a few older horses under his protection.He suddenly felt like someone had punched him in the chest. At that time, he didn't know that a horseshoe was stepping heavily on his father's chest.When he carried his father's body back from the battlefield, he realized how much his father's heart hurt when he was dying!The father's chest was crushed, and a blood-red heart was half exposed outside. The blood in the heart bud had dried up and turned black, and many words that were too late to say seemed to be still condensed around the heart bud.Because Arasi found that Abba's heart was cracked, like a mouth trying to speak.

According to the divination of Gongba Living Buddha, all the souls of those who died in battle need to be buried in water in order to be reincarnated smoothly and bring auspiciousness to future generations.Lama Gongba said: "I saw that the eagles in the sky flew to the other side. Many sinful bodies have made them unable to fly anymore, because the eagles are also confused by the killing of people on the earth. Lah. Since the people on the other side are going to the sky, let's go through the water." In the sound of chanting sutras, the souls of Duji floated above the heads of the lamas. People believe that the first forty-nine days after death are the most critical, and their souls still live in this world, remembering Our loved ones are waiting by our side, but people cannot see them with their naked eyes.A gust of wind blew the mysterious sound of the leaves, the deep spring in the valley whimpered like weeping, the hazy figure who came to the fire pond and then drifted away in a panic, the footsteps of a shadow moving slightly under the moonlight, the tears eyes of the stars in the night sky , the miserable wrinkles on the faces of loved ones rippling in the middle of the lake may be the looming souls of the departed relatives appearing to the world.

Alasi has an uncle who is a lama in Yundan Monastery, and the Alasi family temporarily lived in this monk's house called Nongbu Lama.One night, people found that just above the fire pit, gusts of dark wind rose from there inexplicably, blowing the fire in the fire pond to the east and then to the west.Lama Nongpo explained that this was the anger that had not subsided in Duji's heart.Another day, the Kangba Tibetan knife he was wearing jumped out of the scabbard and fell to the ground. The knife rolled on the ground and flew towards the door.A lama who was chanting scriptures saw in the light of the flying knife that Duji's vengeful anger was driving the knife, and it was about to fly to the other side of the Lancang River.The lama yelled twice, chanted two incantations, and the door of the monastery closed with a "bang". Heart.The people in the room were stunned and did not dare to vent their anger. Later, Alasi went forward and kowtowed three times at the knife, saying, Dad, don't be angry anymore, we will definitely avenge you .The knife fell by itself.On the ninth day of chanting, the fox fur hat that Du Ji usually wears gave off white steam for no reason at night, as if he had just taken off the hat after walking a whole day on the mountain road and returning home.

The lamas explained that this was because Duji's soul was looking for a way out. To prove this, they asked the family to quietly put a layer of new cotton in a pair of Tibetan boots that Duji usually wears, and put them on the back door.The next day, people were surprised to find that the cotton in the Tibetan boots had been trampled to death. "Poor Duji, he has worked hard all his life, and he will not be free when he dies. Duji, go well. Give up your ego, and don't miss this life any more. No matter how hard you try, there is still no oil in the sand. Ah! You are already dead, let's think about your afterlife." "Lama Kailu" recited scriptures and comforted Duji's wandering soul.

Hearing this sentence, Duji's soul said very dissatisfied: I didn't die, I was just kicked by the horseshoe of headman Pema Gyalzan.How can an old horse driver not be injured by a horse?The teeth and tongue are still knocking from time to time.I still have a lot of things to do, the goods to Lhasa have not yet been arranged, the horse named Kazui is about to give birth to a foal, and Arasi is going to Lhasa to be a shopkeeper, we want to see him off, I want Invite all the families on the west bank of the canyon to be guests, hold a three-day banquet, let the young people sing and dance at the party, from the sun rises to the moon sets, and dances until the sun sets and the moon rises...

But no one listened to him.In fact, since Duji was kicked down by the horse of the headman Baima Jianzan, he found that he had never been so clear-headed, sharp-eyed, free and light as a swallow; but at the same time, he seemed to find that there was no such thing as him in the world. some inevitable connection.At that time, he felt that he had soared from the ground at once, overlooking the people who were still fighting with their flesh and blood on the battlefield.He once tried to throw the headman Pema Gyaltsan off his horse, but the headman's horse ran through him, as if through a shadow; It's about to cut off the head of a teller in Duji's house.He obviously blocked the arm of the sect soldier raising his sword, but the horse's feet were still separated, and the head rolled far away.At this time, Du Ji felt that something was wrong.Could this be a dream?

Until he saw his house was engulfed in flames, he saw the earth split open, and the fire of hell spewed out, and then he saw Master Rinchen sitting on the cloud, chanting the mantra to pray to the Dharma protector, and seeing people return themselves The body left behind by a rhododendron bush was carried into the temple like a torn sack.Du Jicai finally understood: he had come to a world where souls soar mysteriously. He became a spirit floating in mid-air, lighter than a feather and heavier than a cloud of mournful tears in the sky.At first he was neither afraid nor sad.He was busy everywhere in the messy land full of corpses.For a while, he led the corpse collectors to look for their relatives, and for a while they floated over the ruined homes, rummaging through the glory and memories of the past; Bring them all back to their former stables.He found a mule named "Yong Jiwu". It was the leading mule in the Duji horse gang. It walked steadily, mighty and strong, proud and docile.The first mule is usually the most beautiful mule in the caravan, and the horses will decorate its head with a red triangular headdress, wear a bright demon mirror, and hang crisp bells around its neck.Whether a caravan team is strong or not, you can tell by looking at the first mule. "Yong Jiwu" knows the way to Lhasa, where to bury pots and cook food, where to camp in the open, where the road is difficult to walk, and where to guard against wild animals, "Yong Jiwu" knows everything.If there were not so many bandits along the way, "Yong Jiwu" could have led a team of mules and horses to Lhasa by himself.People say that it is a mule with divine nature.People on the ground couldn't see Duji's soul, but "Yong Jiwu" recognized it at a glance. When Duji scratched his neck, "Yong Jiwu" flashed a pair of big eyes and burst into tears.

Duji said to "Yong Jiwu": Be strong, good partner.We still have to go to Lhasa, we want to find all the lost mules and horses, rebuild all the burned houses, gather all the horses again, and use all the burned wealth again. Walk back with both feet. "Yong Jiwu" said: Poor Duji, you are no longer what you used to be, go and see what the lamas are doing. Only then did Duji find the lamas' ups and downs chanting scriptures and floated away lightly.He found that he was somewhat like the legendary gods, who could go wherever he wanted, and sometimes his soul would arrive just as soon as he had a thought.In the room of his cousin, Lama Nongpo, people were still busy around a dead body. He didn't know that people were still looking for his soul.The lama said that he would hide under some heavy object so that Duji's soul could not float out.Duji's ghost squeezed forward to see, oh, that's my body!Why is my chest so rotten?

It was the horse of the headman Baima Jianzan who kicked my chest to pieces! He shouted to the people in the house, but no one listened to him.The lamas are constantly chanting scriptures that recommend the souls of the dead, and the tears of his wife Yang Jin are constantly flowing, like two small streams of mountain springs; the two sons are wandering around the house, and Alasi once kicked a buttered tea bucket, and nearly hit Dougie's soul, he said to his elder son: Don't be angry, Arasi, this tea bucket was used by your grandfather.The tea made from it has raised me, and also raised you two brothers. But Arassi did not hear his advice, and his eyes were so full of anger that he could not see his father's soul.The second son, Yudan Zerao, hadn't grown into a man after all, he looked a little flustered, looking around the room, as if he had lost his backbone.Du Ji hoped that they could see his soul, so he squeezed in front of the children—there were too many people in the house, he greeted Yudan, even sat next to him, and patted his shoulder vigorously with his hand, but Yudan didn't respond.Only then did Duji sadly think: Am I dead? He thought of the death stories told by the old people, and the underworld described by the lamas.He saw the sun shining brightly outside the house, his soul floated to the roof of his house, saw the blue sky and white clouds above the canyon, and saw the holy peak of Kawagebo Snow Mountain, but when he turned around, he couldn't see his figure under the sun. He saw the Lancang River flowing silently in the canyon again, and he arrived at the river's edge in an instant, standing on a small piece of sandy beach. He walked forward a few steps without leaving a footprint; Duji's soul covered his face and wept without his own footprints. I am really dead! Duji's soul spoke loudly to his two sons, to the lamas, to his wife Yangjin, and to everyone in the house, but none of them heard his cry. No, I have to go back.Duji's soul ordered himself.He wanted to sneak back into his body quietly and take back his heart that was still exposed.He believes that when his heart goes back, his body will be alive. These days, people think his body is cold and stiff, and he is dead.Actually no, I'm not dead yet, it's just that my soul is gone.Just like I usually go out to drive a horse. But he couldn't find the way to return his soul.He forgot where a wandering soul should enter his body.His soul lingered on the body called Duji lying upright by the firepit, like a poor ghost who saw his house but couldn't find the door to enter it. Duji's flying soul first wanted to slip into his body through his nostrils, but the nostrils were too small and the inside was black and dirty, so the floating soul was rejected; then he wanted to get in through his ears, but the ear holes were bent There are too many ways, which are still filled with complaints and slander from the world, and this channel is also blocked; Duji's soul climbed to the edge of the eyes again, only to find that there are so many tears and sorrow in the eye sockets, a lonely and helpless man The soul falling into it is like falling into a deep lake, and you will be drowned in it; while the mouth is even more difficult to enter, not to mention a row of tightly closed teeth is an insurmountable obstacle, how many right and wrong have been on the tongue? And the words of resentment, if the soul passed through there, it would have been polluted long ago. Duji saw a "Lama who opened the way" lifted up his hair, pulled out a small bunch of hair, and opened the top of his head to check.The lama said "moo, moo" twice, slapped Duji's crown chakra several times and said: "Duji, I see your soul flying around. If you are worried, go in here. The Western Buddha If you don’t go to the soil, come back and suffer in this world!” Duji's soul suddenly opened up, and opening up is the passage to life.He remembered that the lamas said before that the human soul floats out from the crown chakra above the forehead, and must also enter through the crown chakra.He took advantage of the moment when the "Lama who opened the way" lifted his hair and opened his crown chakra, and "suddenly" let his soul go back to his body smoothly along this passage.When the soul falls to the real place, the person is alive, and the once stiff body is filled with warmth, and the power seems to flow to all parts of the body like a ditch that has been dug through. "Look, Dad's heart is beating!" Arasi suddenly yelled. Grandma Yangjin knelt beside Duji excitedly, "Duji, come back quickly!" Miraculous things are always rendered unbelievable by later generations.People said that when Duji struggled back from the shackles of death, everyone was like a nightmare, but he was like a bystander standing on the edge of the dream.He looked at everyone with strange and unfamiliar eyes, and asked: "Where am I?" The "Lama who opened the way" let out a long sigh, "Oh, Duji, may the Buddha's mercy bless you. You have come back to life and become a 'Huiyang man'!" Duji struggled back from the brink of death and became the legendary "Huiyang man", which is a real miracle that has been chanted in the canyon for more than a hundred years.People call those who can freely travel between the worlds of life and death "Huiyang people".Although Du Ji regained consciousness, he was like a person recovering from a serious illness, with a pale complexion and a weak body, and a gust of wind could blow him away.Sometimes, people saw him struggling to move his body on the ground, but when the wind blew, he would float up and sway to fly to the sky. Return to the world of the undead.He couldn't eat anything because what was swallowed in his throat dripped out of his chest.Fortunately, the aroma of the food is enough to keep him from feeling hungry. People found that they only need to put the whipped butter tea, steamed steamed cakes, and steaming boiled beef in front of him.What worries everyone the most is that, except for the sentence he asked where he was when he just woke up, in the days that followed, Du Ji never spoke again. His mouth was filled with the smoke of war, the misery of the world , endless grievances, it will always be closed to this broken and chaotic world.After some time, Alasi found a channel to talk to his father, which is his father's heart. "Huiyang people" Duji is actively communicating with relatives. The wound on Duji's heart has not healed, not because the herbs of Yangqin Lama can't make new flesh grow, nor because the head of Pema Gyaltsan's horse's hoof kicked too deep, but because of grievances in his heart, he said unclear.When there is a mouth in the heart, the heart can speak.The words spoken by the heart are more affectionate and shocking than the words spoken by the mouth.That day Arasi suddenly heard his father's heart open his mouth and say: "People have hatred and grievances in their hearts, just like the barley has mold, how can they be put in the cabinet?" Arasi said, "Put your heart in it, Baba. You have two wonderful sons." At that time, except Alasi and Gongba Living Buddha, no one else could talk to Duji's heart, and even Ama Yangjin and Yudan could not understand what Duji was talking about.When everyone was celebrating Duji's return, only Living Buddha Gongba felt compassionate when facing Duji who was depressed, lonely and silent.Because he saw Duji's painful heart struggling between life and death, like a fish in a puddle with only a few mouthfuls of water to survive, wanting to jump back into the lake, but it is too far away from the lake shore; His soul, which is about to float away from his body at any time, is like a dangerous nest on a tree branch in a strong wind.He floated on the ground because he couldn't find a place to support his heart. Gongba Living Buddha once said to him: "Duji, for us practitioners, the heart should be a stone at the bottom of the lake, not a monkey jumping around on a tree, or a flame in the wind. Put your suffering and heavy heart Come down. The earth will accept it, and the compassion of Buddha and Bodhisattva will comfort it." Duji's heart fluttered a few times, but two tears dripped from his eyes.The Living Buddha heard him say: "Why are some people's hearts more poisonous than snakes and scorpions?" Gongba Living Buddha sighed deeply, "This is also the reason why some people in the world want to become monks and practice." After the villages on the west bank of the Lancang were captured, only the temples remain relatively intact.More than half of the monks in the temple have died in battle, and only some old monks are left.After the war subsided, Gongba Living Buddha rode a fast horse to deliver a letter of complaint to Duke Zong Arong Zongben, but Zongben was also a believer in the Yellow Sect, so he whipped the messenger of Gongba Living Buddha. Don, on the other hand, it is the Red Sect lama who provoked trouble in the canyon, and he will come to resolve the monk and layman disputes on both sides of the canyon in person in a few days.The so-called solution, Gongba Living Buddha has already predicted the result from the whip wound on the messenger's back, that is: Yundan Temple converted to the yellow religion, and lamas (including him, living Buddha) who are unwilling to violate their beliefs travel to other places. A strange warm wind blew from the room, and Duji's body suddenly floated up, hanging in mid-air and drifting outside the room like a leaf.Alasi on the side shouted: "Living Buddha, my father is going to float away!" Gongba Living Buddha said calmly: "Don't worry about him. Your father is looking for his lost heart." Duji is like a big clumsy bird, floating in the sky above the land full of vitality in early summer.The water of the Lancang River gradually turned yellow, plump like a growing young woman; the loud farts of the spring cows faded away, and the earth turned green; the birds that once felt lonely on the dry branches became lively again.Duji heard the laughter when the grass sprouts broke through the soft ground, heard the moving sound of the nameless little flower "Pabba" opening on the hillside, heard the footsteps of the sun crawling on the cliff, and heard the earth drinking the splendid water. The sunshine is like the heroic singing of Khamba men after drinking wine. Alas, the earth does not give up its nourishment to all things because of a sinful disaster. If it does not have compassion for the suffering beings, who else can survive and multiply in this sinister canyon?Du Ji remembered that he cried bitterly over there last night, and it rained heavily here.A tear in the sky, a rain in the world, the eyes of tears turn into pouring tears, sprinkled to the world is love.Duji heard the old people say this when he was a child.Now, Duji somewhat understands why the earth keeps growing. Duji wanted to float in the direction of his homeland. He saw from a distance that the place where mules and horses once gathered and piles of gold and silver was now ruined, and there were groups of lonely ghosts looking for and hiding there. face crying.The wronged soul of his housekeeper Dunzhu is still hanging on a walnut tree. He was blown up by the barrel of gunpowder. People removed his broken body from the tree, but his soul remained on it.Many years later, the ghost of Dundup still flashes under the dense shade of the walnut tree.At this time, the people of the Langsa family were building their new house on a sloping land above Duji's former home, and the singing of the pounding wall triumphantly spread across both sides of the canyon, ignoring the curse from the underworld.The singing hurt Duji's eardrums, and his heart began to bleed again.He floated over and asked them: "We people on the west bank haven't died yet, aren't you afraid of the punishment of the gods?" What made him even more annoyed was that the people from the East Coast who were happily working did not pay any attention to his questioning, as if they hadn't seen him, the "Huiyang man", but they were indeed avoiding him on purpose.Duji felt very sad, a living person was regarded as a ghost, so why would he return to the underworld.Duji thought that young people are afraid of ghosts because they have few chances to meet the god of death.He saw that among the people building the house, Daddy Padha, who used to graze on the pasture, squatted on the earth wall that had been built to a height of more than two people, directing everyone to climb up the beam.This kind of work, Daddy Paga enjoys an excellent reputation in the canyon, especially when setting up the central pillars and girders, Daddy Paga must be present.Duji floated to Papa Paga's side and smiled at him, "You are on my territory, helping others build houses." Papa Paga was not as hostile towards Duji as Azhu was, he even had a little respect for Duji.He said: "Duji, you can float around, but I can't now. Today is an auspicious day for going up the beam, please don't let me fall." He muttered with some regret: "Really , I'm already called 'Paga'①, don't you think I'm stinky?" Duji's heart said, "Paga, do you think I'm a ghost too?" Paga wanted to "pooh" below, but because of his friendship with Duji for many years, there was a plague on the pasture one year, and most of the cattle and sheep he grazing died. Herds and herds grow strong again.Paja said, "Duji, I just want to ask you, one of my brothers went on a pilgrimage more than ten years ago and never came back, you know. Did you see him there?" Duji thought about it carefully. Among the acquaintances or friends he met in the canyon "over there", it seems that there is no Paga's brother.Then he said: "No, Paga, your brother may be alive." But Duji found that Paga didn't seem to understand what he said, "Some say he was dragged away by the old bear." Paga said numbly. "Paga, we all lived in the same canyon in the past, and we were all related. Why did you follow Paima Gyalzan to attack us?" Duji asked a question that he couldn't understand. Paja said: "My brother's sons are all married. If he is still alive, he should be a grandfather." "Paga, you have done so many crimes, are you not afraid of going to hell?" "My poor old mother, she was blinded by waiting for the news of my brother. Duji, when you go back there, help me find out." Duji finally found out that he could hear what Paja said, but Paja couldn't hear him, just like people from the worlds of Yin and Yang couldn't talk to each other.What made him even more desperate was that he saw his enemy Pema Gyaltsan and his youngest son Dapo Dorje leading a group of people riding horses from the mountain road.He heard the head of Pema Gyalzan say to a supervisor: "The barley seedlings in the field can hide pigeons. Why haven't the beams on the house you built?" He heard the headman say again: "Dapo Dorje, look at your future territory, it is not much worse than the east bank of the Lancang River." Duji was angry, he didn't protest and argue.From the moment the headman Pema Gyaltsan appeared, he floated on the side of the headman's horse head and told them, this is not your land. Land, you even want to kill the lama master, do you really want your own afterlife? Duji discovered that the head of Baimajianzan hadn't seen him at all. The winner of the cross-strait dispute had long been defiant, let alone Duji who traveled between life and death.Once a person is complacent, not only can he not see many dangers, but even his own enemies will turn a blind eye.The headman Pema Gyaltsen just said to Dapo Dorje: "Why is this west bank colder than ours? The wind is blowing everywhere. Alas, there are too many war dead ghosts. The wind in the canyon will take a year to blow those poor Blow it into the sky.” The headman’s son said, “Abba, the sun is always just, it gives warmth to the east bank in the morning and to the west bank in the afternoon.” The headman tightened his hat—he didn’t know the reality On that is the wind that Duji brought from hell, he said: "So we have to have the suns on both sides of the canyon. When the lamas wearing red hats in Yundan Temple and the local dogs following Duji's house are all driven into the Lancang River, I will have two suns. " Duji thought: Just like there is only one Buddha, there is only one sun.Chief Baima Jianzan, you are too greedy!Not even one sun is too small.I have to go and tell Arasi that the temple is no longer a place to hide.He rode a gust of wind towards the Tsochen Hall of the temple, and when he reached the gate of the hall, the wind suddenly broke, and Duji heard the "click" sound of the wind being broken, just like breaking a branch.He fell from mid-air and knelt on the ground. At this moment, Alasi hurried over from the steps outside the main hall, and helped Duji up who had just landed. "Abba, I've been looking for you everywhere." At this time, the voice of Gongba Living Buddha came from the hall, "Hurry up and store your angry heart in the compassion of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. They are waiting for you, Duji. Don't let your heart run around. , This is what the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas want you to kneel down." Alassi helped Duji in, as always, with his father like a shadow in his arms, because he was weightless.They saw only the Living Buddha Gomba kneeling in front of the altar in the empty hall, chanting words, almost praying. "Living Buddha, are you praying?" Arasi asked. "Come and see." The living Buddha turned his head, a childlike smile appeared on his old face. Duji and his son went over and knelt down before the altar like living Buddhas.The altar table was filled with holy water, butter flowers, tormas and other offerings to the gods, and above it was the majestic and majestic image of Master Rinpoche. To the surprise of Duji and his son, the Living Buddha Gomba was playing with ants on the altar!It turned out that a group of black ants and a group of red ants were fighting for a piece of ghee that fell on the table. They entangled and bit each other, and more ants crawled over the corpses of the same kind and swarmed.While reciting scriptures, Gongba Living Buddha separated the red and black groups of ants with some ghee residue in his hand.He sprinkled a few grains of ghee residue on the east side of the table, and sprinkled a few more grains on the west side, so that the ants that kept coming would give up fighting because of the food in their mouths.As the scriptures in Gongba Living Buddha's mouth gradually accelerated, there were fewer and fewer ants biting together. They were like two armies obeying orders, and retreated to their respective camps.A smile appeared on the face of Gongba Living Buddha again. Duji's heart said: "Living Buddha, the head of Pema Gyalzan is coming to attack the temple soon. Your bodhisattva heart can save these weak ants, but can you save all living beings on the west bank?" Gongba Living Buddha looked at Dujilu's heart outside and said, "Why not? As long as I plant the seeds of love and forgiveness in places full of greed and hatred, all living beings can be saved." ①Paga means pig feces in the Tibetan language of Kangba in eastern Tibet. People believe that such a name is chosen to avoid attracting the attention of the devil.