Chapter 6 Chapter 3-1

The headman Pema Gyalzan died in his own dream, or in other words, he was strangled by his own dream. Not long after the autumn wind in the canyon dyed the first leaves yellow, headman Baima Jianzan finally saw the eagle in his dream in the canyon.In the past few days, he was hot all over for a while, and shivering while sitting by the firepit hugging the bear skin.He felt that the devil had strangled his throat, rubbed and beat his neck like pinching tsampa, and scratched at the depths of his throat with an invisible sharp claw, making his always fierce head The person rolled over in pain.It was actually an imp sent by Hades, who was chasing him until he had nowhere to escape.This morning, he just felt better. They brought him a deck chair and let him half lie in the yard to bask in the sun.

When he was still halfway from the top of the sun, it seemed as if the scene in his dream had reappeared. He saw a huge eagle flying across the sky above his house. The headman regained his spirits and immediately ordered his horses to be prepared.With unexpected agility, he jumped on the horse that took him to the place of death, and followed the eagle.The headman of Baimajianzan chased wildly along the mountain road in the canyon. He saw the eagle rushing towards a group of sheep on the hillside. It swooped down like a black lightning flashed across the sky, and a half-grown lamb fell to the ground. into its claws.

"Hey!" the leader cheered, and rode his horse to chase after him.The lamb may be too heavy, and the eagle has some trouble to catch it and fly.It flew high and low in the canyon, and almost let its spoils fall a few times, but the eagle did not give up. It beat its wide wings hard, and the sound of stirring the air was like a series of small thunders in the sky.The lamb is the eagle's spoil, and it doesn't want to give up; the eagle will be the prey of Pema Gyalzan, and he doesn't want to give up either. Why did he insist on catching that eagle?After many years, no one in the Langza family could figure it out.

But death took hold of him.When he was about ten miles away from his house, a rider on the hill on the west bank of the Lancang River had seen everything clearly.He rode his horse and rushed down from the hillside, ahead of the leader Baima Jianzan.At that time, the headman's eyes were still fixed on the eagle in the sky, and he found that the eagle flew sideways and flew towards the west bank of the canyon.The headman hurriedly rode his horse and rushed towards the river, but the mount under his crotch suddenly seemed to run to the edge of the cliff. With a neigh, the front legs stood in mid-air, and the headman Baima Jianzan almost didn't get off the horse.At this time, he saw the rider on the mountain road on the other side who was shooting straight away.

"Dooji—" The leader of Baimajianzan shouted out in astonishment, not because he saw the ghost of his enemy, but because he was surprised that he could clearly see the vengeful gaze of the rider on the west bank of the canyon in the dark. The rider was wearing a wide-brimmed Tibetan felt hat with the brim pushed down very low.He is dressed in a Tibetan warrior outfit, with knives, guns, arrows, amulets, and bear-skin quiveres.The rider's lips are tightly closed, his face is gloomy. Rather than saying that he is a warrior on a horse, it is better to say that he is a statue standing on the mountain road. His face is full of vicissitudes of life and traces of wind and rain, as if he has been waiting in a lonely canyon One hundred years.

The headman Baima Jianzan lowered the horse's head and tightened the reins.Enemies have a narrow road and meet each other on a narrow road. Maintaining the dignity and pride of the loser is more important than defeating the opponent.The headman regained his innate pride and courage, and he said sharply and clearly: "Hey man, put your hat up and let me know who you are!" The rider didn't want to say a word, and slowly pushed up the hat, the headman was stunned by what he saw.The rider was young and gallant, yet resolute and resolute.The tightly closed lips could not conceal his vengeful anger, the firm bridge of the nose represented his arrogance, and Ruju's eyes were full of contempt for a loser.It is impossible for a man so young to have these irresistible charms of a grown man.This kind of charm needs to be eroded and sculpted by the years, washed and blown by the blood and rain, taken to hell by the devil several times, tortured to death by the love of women, and drained of the last trace of passion by the vicissitudes of life.Only an adult Kham man can be so cold, so arrogant, and face death so bravely and alone.

"Alassi..." Baima Jianzan sighed lightly, even the strength to lift the rein was dispelled by the opponent's incomparable spirit.He was like facing a mighty god of war, and he could do nothing but admire, submit, and admit defeat.Even if the opponent doesn't shoot him, he is already a loser. The headman Baimajianzan watched Alasi pull out a bamboo arrow from the bear-skin quiver, and he could see the black arrowhead clearly, which made his scalp tense, and the braid on the top of his head turned out to be It was so nervous that it flew up, and then slumped and scattered.Because even the hair knows that the arrowhead is painted with the juice of a poisonous plant called "seeing blood and sealing the throat". This plant grows in tropical places in the lower reaches of the Lancang River. Buy.Don't talk about people, even a leopard, as long as a little bit of skin is scratched on its body, the leopard can't run five steps away.Therefore, Baima Jianzan's black hair began to tremble first, and then stood up one by one, scrambling for the way to escape in panic.

The headman felt a tickle in his throat, and he knew that was where the arrow would land.He wondered why his life had to be ended with an arrow.But no matter what, the doubts and greeds of his life will be released in an instant. He suddenly has a strong desire to speak. He has been tortured by the devil in his throat for several days. Now he wants to speak in front of his enemy. Leave what you want to say most to this chaotic world. "A hero is ambitious when he is born, but there will be smoke in the sky after he dies. I can't drink at your house in this life, and we will be enemies in the next life. Come on, hero, shoot here!" Bai Majian praised the headman, shaking his hair that was about to cover his face, He pointed to his own neck.

He saw the silent rider stretching his bow and nodding his arrows. The taut arrow string made a "squeak" sound on the silent mountain road, which was the sound of dying.It turns out that life is so fragile, it is just on this string, and how can it bear the endless greed in a person's life. The headman Baima Jianzan had just understood this truth when he saw a black arrow flying across the bank.It turns out that a person's life is so short, lamas and masters often say that life is impermanent, arising and passing away in an instant.In an instant, it was actually the moment when an arrow of fate flew over.He finally knew how to be in awe, but ah...

The headman still had time to reflect on his greed in his life, which was as mighty and endless as the waters of the Lancang River.Before he took charge of the Langsa family, his father once took him to the river and told him that the Langsa family was washed down from the snow-covered plateau by the river. For nine days, they could not fly to the territory of the Langsa family.Now a small canyon is shutting up the Langza family like a colt.Son, you have to find the condor of the Langza family and drive it to fly high.The place where the eagle's wings pass is your property. Lord Buddha, if you were born into a greedy family, you will die of greed.The previous Living Buddha Zhaweng once said that how a person lives is how he will die.How a person lives determines how he dies.

The arrow of fate carried a gust of wind and flew precisely in the direction appointed by fate.Headman Pema Gyaltsan felt a burning sensation on his neck first, and then a complete coolness.The strong and violent impact of the arrow made him lean back for a while, but the last burst of pride from the headman made him sit on the saddle firmly.He lowered his head and looked at half of the arrow shaft protruding from his neck, with blood trickling out from the arrow tail.The devil in the throat was finally knocked down.As soon as this last thought flashed through his mind, he felt much more comfortable there, and he crouched on the horse's back. The horse wailed, turned around and ran away with its master on its back. The headman Pema Gyaltsan had countless dreams in his life, but only this dream was as real as something that happened during an inauspicious hazy day.His mount carried him back from the nightmare, and successfully crossed the threshold between dream and reality, life and death, which allowed him to temporarily escape the pursuit of death.When he awoke, the sweat from his nightmare soaked the bearskin mattress under him and dripped into the bedroom, forming a cringing stream that flowed down the hallway and into the spacious living room. Hall, and finally put out the fire in the fire pit. When he recounted the scene in his dream to his two sons and the housekeeper Yeshe Tsering, he remembered every detail clearly, even the burning heat and coolness when the arrow hit his neck, as well as the chanting of the arrow on the string before. The sound of "whoosh" piercing the air above the canyon, and how his hair stood on end one by one, scrambling for his life, he talked about it vividly, as if he had experienced it himself.He told his two sons one evening: "Arasi will come out of his dream and shoot me with an arrow." Although people kept reassuring and encouraging him, saying that luckily it was just a dream.Everyone will have nightmares, as long as you wake up and see the auspicious sun in the sky, you should feel lucky. But the headman didn't believe in anything, he was only obsessed with his own dreams, and he even dubiously believed in the words of a lama who was specially invited from the temple to interpret dreams.The lama named Zalu in Jiaqu Temple is a master of dream interpretation. For many years, he has been responsible for interpreting the dreams of people on the east bank of the Lancang River Canyon.Because people believe that dreams are related to the revelation of the gods and the footsteps of the devil.Once upon a time, there was a beggar with three children passing through the canyon. He was the kind of tramp who would go to beg for food wherever there was a barking dog or smoke from a kitchen.When he was begging, he said to people, although I have no clothes, no food to eat, and a dog-beating stick in my hand, but in my dream, I was wearing a golden cassock and holding a vajra staff. The ceremonial canopy, living in a high hall with no roof visible, and eating food sent by the gods.People laughed at him, saying that he was a beggar who had to snatch a mouthful of tsampa from a dog's mouth, and a homeless man who couldn't even smell the residual smell of tea foam. You can continue to dream.But when Lama Zalu saw this beggar, he accepted his head and bowed, saying that he must be a man of great fortune and honor.He also invited their father and son into his monk's house, and threw away his begging bowl and dog-beating stick, saying how these things are worthy of a rich man.Sure enough, half a year later, one of the beggar's children was recognized as their Great Living Buddha by an eminent monk who was looking for a soul boy in a temple in Lhasa.Since then, people not only fear the gods, but also their own dreams. Lama Zalu is considered to be a guru who has mastered the method of coming and going freely between dreams and reality. He observes people's dreams as clearly and accurately as he observes the lines on his own palm.He said: "Dreams are the other side of life. Good omens and bad omens are hidden in our dreams." According to Lama Zalu's interpretation, dreams that herald auspicious omens, such as wearing robes in dreams, riding a lion or horse galloping, wading across the river smoothly, driving a dragon, seeing the rising sun not blocked by clouds, etc.; The most common dreams are wearing smelly clothes, being in a snowstorm or being stuck in a swamp, seeing yourself covered in bugs, dancing and drinking with dead people, etc.Of course, the dream of the headman Pema Gyaltsen being injured by an arrow is obviously not an auspicious dream, but Lama Dzalu has a way to give another explanation. He asked the headman, "Did you really see that eagle?" The headman replied: "Just like I saw you. I also saw it grab a lamb, and I can clearly see the kicking hooves of the lamb." The lama asked again: "Did it fly down from the snow mountain? Or, did it hover over the snow mountain?" The headman thought for a while and said, "When it flew past my eyes, it must have just come down from the snow-capped mountain? Oh, how can there be an eagle that doesn't fly over the snow-capped mountain?" Lama Zalu patted his thigh, "Oh, this is a very auspicious dream, sir. The place where the eagle flies over is your territory; the lamb caught by the eagle means that you have recently acquired a huge wealth, sir. We Congratulations!" The head of Baima Jianzan showed a long-lost smile on his face, "Dear master, what you said is the same as what my father said. Oh..." He suddenly remembered the second half of the dream, "But, but the one on the other side The guy who shot me..." "It doesn't matter," said Lama Zalu, shaking his head. "The dream that foretells the omen of death is not a young man riding a horse and shooting arrows, but a man wearing a red turban, wearing a red dress, and holding a red flower. Have you ever seen him? " The headman thought hard and said, "No." "Or a black woman appeared in the dream, stretched out her black hand, and pulled out your intestines at once." Lama Zalu said as he stretched out his thin hand to the belly of the headman, The headman shrank unconsciously in fright, his stomach tightened for a while. "Did you see your guts ripped out?" he added. "No." Headman Baima Jianzan said disgustedly.This guy is worse than Arasi in the dream, he thought.People who have read the scriptures for a few days just like to show off their knowledge. Lama Zalu is still intoxicated by his dream interpretation feeling, "Judging from the cause and effect of my master's dream, auspiciousness is greater than evil, yang is greater than yin, and life is greater than death. The master should not go to the west bank for a while, because the yin over there Strong spirit. No matter how gods help the archers on the west bank, it is impossible to shoot an arrow across the bank." "But he did come over." The headman muttered with lingering fear. "That's an arrow in a dream. How could this arrow fly so far when there is no dream in the daytime? Even an arquebus can't hit the other side." "Then I will leave my dream to you to protect." The headman said pitifully. For the auspicious dreams that the head of Baimajianzan had when he slept every day, the Langsa family sent a lot of donations to the temple, and a grand ceremony was held in the temple as scheduled; in order to guard against the ubiquitous revenge arrows in the dream, the head People don't go to the west bank of the Lancang River anymore, and even add wooden baffles to the windows when they sleep at night, and all kinds of magic tools to exorcise ghosts are placed around the headman's bedroom. The newly built mansion on the west bank has been completed, and the Yegong chieftain was about to send his daughter here, but the lamas in the temple insisted that the ghosts wandering around the west bank have not been chased away, and it is not auspicious to hold a wedding at this time , preferably after this year's Tibetan New Year, because wild ghosts cannot pass the New Year.Now only Dapo Dorje and the housekeeper Yeshe Tsering lead a group of people to set up a new house on the west bank. It’s not that the brother who was confused by his sister-in-law’s evil spirit has changed his mind and is waiting for the marriage with the daughter of the chieftain’s family. , but Dapo Dorje could no longer bear the sound of Beizhu's bed calling every night.After arriving at his new home on the West Bank, he found he could finally get a good night's sleep. The one who can't sleep well now is the head of Baima Jianzan.The devil tore his sleep to pieces and stretched his night longer than the Lancang River.Drowsiness is like a lost faculty that no longer favors the poor insomniac.He couldn't close his eyes all night long, watching the moon's footsteps slide silently across his bedroom.The blurred memories under the bright sunlight during the day were clear in his mind.The eldest son Zhaxi Pingcuo called two blacksmiths from Qamdo, and set up a stove in the courtyard to beat horseshoes and Tibetan knives. This unpromising guy was deeply interested in blacksmithing, and stayed by the red stove for most of the day.Daughter-in-law Beizhu took the lynx that was inseparable from her to the West Bank again, saying that it was to deliver a large bowl for wine making.It is said that Dapo Dorje got drunk every day there, and the progress of the servants' brewing could not keep up with the number of times he got drunk.Alas, when the new year is over and the auspicious day comes, he and his new wife enter the bridal chamber, and he will know that there are better things in the world than wine.Buddha, it is so difficult for me to close my eyes, and the two young people next door are tossing again.Bah, this shameless bitch, can't you keep your voice down on the bed?Even the hearts of the lamas were disturbed.A few times he simply climbed onto his wife Luo Zhui as he did in the past, trying to regain some of his former glory during the long time of doing nothing, but he failed time and time again.One night when he returned without success again, he heard Luo Zhui complaining, "You are just a hero on the battlefield, an old man on a woman." It was only then that the head of Baimajianzan remembered that since he fought against the people on the West Bank, he had No way.The justice of the gods is everywhere. When you fight against the whole world, you are the winner, but when you face a woman, you lose everything. When the sun rose again, he was like a drunk drunk, with bloodshot eyes and a tired expression, but he got up from the bed lying down, as if he was sleepwalking, and everything and everyone around him seemed like Dream scene.He sorts out the time of day at night, and sinks into the deep darkness during the day, his head is too heavy to lift, but his feet are as light as stepping on cotton.He always suspects that the lamas of Ghatchu Monastery may have mistaken the gods they should invite in the ceremony where they prayed for a sweet dream; They also drove away together.The headman never found that taking a short nap would be the most difficult thing in the world. Sometimes he even begged, even if it was to sleep in the nightmare.But O God of sleep, why don't you give me neither sweet dreams nor bad dreams?In the past, I only wanted good dreams, not nightmares.Now I know, as a layman who eats whole grains, he may encounter any kind of dream.That son of a bitch dream interpretation master, when I have dreams again, the first thing I will do is to chop off your head. At dusk that day, the headman Pema Gyalzan occasionally glanced at the skylight above the firepit, and found a god-like thing beckoning to him, so he floated up, with the help of a weak blue smoke above the firepit went up.When he came to the roof terrace, he saw his wife Luo Chau chanting scriptures in front of the incense burner on the roof. The sun had already set behind the mountain, and the smoldering green smoke rose straight up and melted into the darkness in the distance.Another annoying night is coming.The leader thought, it would be great if a person could turn into a puff of smoke and drift away with the wind.A hero is ambitious when he is born, but there will be smoke in the sky after death.He said this sentence in a dream, but Buddha, look at the weight of my eyelids, look at my head, they are so heavy that I can't lift it up.How many sticks of incense I have to burn in front of you, how many offerings I have to offer, before I can turn into a puff of smoke! The gods on the snow-capped mountains granted Baima Jianzan his wish at the end of his life.When he was thinking like this, he drifted away with the blue smoke.Many years later, when the members of the Langsa family recalled their ancestor, they all said that it was the smoke controlled by the devil that led Baimajianzan head to death.The green smoke first drifted over several tall walnut trees in front of the house, then turned over a small hillside, and trotted along a mountain road all the way into the Lancang River Canyon. Finally, it hovered in front of a pile of mani.The headman Baimajianzan didn't know why he came here. He saw the vultures circling in the sky, and he seemed to have smelled the smell of dead bodies.At this time, he discovered that on the hills on the west bank of the Lancang River, a young and heroic rider slashed his sword and rode his horse with his bow and arrow.Immediately afterwards, he saw an arrow flying from the opposite bank was shooting across the bank with the sound of wind. The headman only had time to mutter: "This is really like that fucking dream." When people found that the vultures landed around the mani pile one by one, they saw that the reality was exactly the same as the scene in the headman's nightmare.An arrow coated with the poison of "seeing blood to seal the throat" accurately shot into his throat from the west bank of the Lancang River with the help of God's power and the curse of countless war dead on the west bank.On his head crushed by severe insomnia, his black hair stood up in panic, like a hedgehog who had stumbled into a death trap. The headman Baimajianzan was shot and killed by a magic arrow that flew in his dream. This is a legend that has been passed down in the canyon for a long time, because the arrow did fly in the headman's dream, because since the headman did that unlucky After the dream, he was doomed to be shot by an arrow.Since then, people in the canyon have been very careful about their dreams, for fear of meeting the god of death in their dreams unexpectedly.Only Dabo Dorje, the youngest son of the headman, did not believe in these legends.He stubbornly believes that the arrow in the dream can only kill the dreamer. Has anyone ever seen an arrow that can pass through people's dreams and shoot into the daytime?On the afternoon when the incident happened, he saw the rider who was exactly like his father's dream on the mountain road on the west bank. He didn't think that he also rushed out of his father's dream.He is just a ruthless killer who grew up with him in the canyon, is as brave as him, and has the same desire for revenge in real life.He was dressed all over, and the steaming horse under his crotch formed a whirlwind with the murderous aura of the rider, circling and flying towards the sky.There was nothing wrong with his father's dream, what was wrong was that he forgot that dreams were the most accurate harbinger of his own destiny—as accurate as that incredible poisoned arrow.It's just that what he doesn't understand is, where does Alassi have such great arm strength. Dapo Dorje once chased this whirlwind, rushed to the foot of the hill in front of Yundan Temple, and shouted under the compassionate gaze of all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas: "Alasi, whether you hide in the temple or in your dreams, You have to remember, you and I are the same, there is no good man who will not avenge his father." At that time, Arasi was guarding the hill with several young people, and there was the only path leading to the temple.Alasi stood on a rock and rushed down and said, "Curly-haired Dorje, think about the things your father did that would make the devil happy. Even the gods on the snow-capped mountains will not forgive him!" "I will cut off your head!" Dapo Dorje said, pointing the knife at Alasi from a distance. "You probably don't have such a fast sword." Alasi replied calmly. Dapo Dorje didn't have the legendary sword at that time, so he didn't have the courage to kill Alasi.After the funeral of the headman Baimajianzan was finished, the pattern in the canyon also changed. The golden Buddha box that was once worn on the headman’s bun now belonged to the two sons of the Langsa family. The new owners of the east and west banks of the Lancang River Canyon.But Dapo Dorje was not very happy.The gloom is written all over the new master's face, not because his father's revenge has not been avenged, nor is it because the land on the west bank is not as smooth and spacious as the east bank, nor is it because of the many difficulties of leaving the familiar home and facing the difficulties of establishing his own family. Dapo Dorje has long wanted to leave his brother's wings and do a big job alone.When my father was there, as the second child in the family, my father only consulted with my elder brother on any important matters, and he could only concentrate on doing it; when my father was gone, my elder brother became the pillar of the family, and everyone in the family had to surround him. Not only that, but the central pillar had to obey his orders.Just like one day the older brother suddenly said to the younger brother: "Dorje, chieftain Yegong helped us when we attacked Duji's house. Seeing that the New Year is coming, it's time for us to fulfill our promise." "How much cattle, sheep and silver do they want?" Dapo Dorje asked. "It's not a matter of giving them cattle and sheep, but a bride price." Zhaxi Pingcuo did not forget that he provoked a war on both sides of the canyon in the name of God. Marriages between clans.Where in the world is there a good thing to help others fight for nothing? Of course Dapo Dorje knew that the approaching wedding date was just a noose about to be put around his neck.He originally thought that after his father died, no one would care about his marriage, and he could postpone the damn wedding indefinitely.But he didn't expect his elder brother to push him into a loveless marriage trap just like his father did. "Brother, the pockmarked daughter of the chieftain's family is already twenty-two years old! A girl as old as her in the canyon can go up to the mountains to graze her children." "Finding a wife who is an older sister is a man's blessing. There is such a large piece of land on the east coast that we need a woman who can manage the house." Dapo Dorje had no idea where his happiness was.After he came across the west bank, he ran through his territory, only then did he realize that the living conditions on this side of the canyon are much more difficult than those on the east bank. The land is barren, the slope is steep, and the water source is far away. To go out to drive horses.In this narrow territory, not to mention being a leader, even if you are a king, you will not find much wealth and the feeling of freedom to soar.Dapo Dorje felt that he was cramped even to sleep.His strength and desire could not be displayed freely, which made him dislike everything. The servants in the newly built mansion were responsible for opening the door for him every day and being the "horse pier" for him to dismount and dismount. , the one who received the most blows from his fists.Because when he went in and out of the house, and when he got on and off the horse, he would give these guys a punch, just like rewarding them with a small coin. The old housekeeper Yeshe Tsering followed Dapo Dorje from the west bank and continued to serve the young master of the Langsa family.Before the former master Pema Gyaltsan was in charge, he was the steward of the Langsa family.The loyal old housekeeper believes that Dabo Dorje is the real hero of the Langsa family. Only by relying on the brave and bloody descendants can this family revitalize again. "Just wait and see, both sides of the canyon will eventually belong to you, Dapo Dorje." One afternoon, he said to Dapo Dorje, who had just returned from wandering outside and was still depressed. "Uncle Yixi, what are you talking about? Don't both sides of the canyon belong to the Langsa family now?" "A long time ago, the three circles of Ngari in the upper part, the four wings of Weizang in the middle, the three hills in Dokang in the lower part, and the south area of ​​Gongbu Mountain① were all belonged to King Songtsen Gampo, but what happened later?" Although the housekeeper is old, he looked at the past Things, of course, are clearer than anyone else. "What happened afterwards?" Dapo Dorje asked. Yeshe Tsering looked at the young master, his eyes were bright and hot, as if two little suns were burning inside.Was that the vision his ancestors had had?The old steward said slowly: "Later, the descendants of King Zan tore up the snow-covered plateau in order to fight for power. The descendants of King Zan were also like seeds blown by the wind, scattered on the land controlled by the gods. Young master, it is the country of the emperor of China, and the master came to fight the west to grab it." "Uncle Yixi, do you mean that one day we will take over the land on the east coast?" Dabo Dorje was frightened by the thought as soon as he finished speaking. Take it from a tree. "This is a disaster worse than an avalanche. My brother is in charge over there!" "He may not want to come here to be the head of the house." The old housekeeper said coldly. Dapo Dorje was startled, "How do you know? Uncle Yeshe, the crow hasn't come over yet, so don't say anything inauspicious." "That's not what I said." Yeshe Tsering bent down deeply, "Master, this is what Gompa Living Buddha told me. I went to the temple yesterday, and he told me..." He stopped talking, It seemed that the words of the living Buddha made it difficult for him to speak. "Are you looking for Gomba Rinpoche? The enemies of the Langsa family are still hiding in his temple." "Master, now that we come here, we can't live without our own temple, let alone the protection of the gods. We are ordinary people, what color people in cassocks like, and what scriptures they recite, that's the business of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. As the saying goes It is said that offering to the Buddha is better than offering to the monks, if we have offended even the spokesperson of the god, how can we expect the protection of the gods?" "But, but...we called back then to change the color of their sect." "Oh, master. There are many such things in the snowy plateau. In the past, the demon Lang Dama destroyed Buddhism in order to promote the Bon religion and killed all the monks in Tibet. In fact, it was all for power struggle. Listen to Gong What Ba Living Buddha said. If a person has resentment, even his own shadow will curse; if there is greed among brothers, even the stars in the sky will be snatched away. Living Buddha also said, if you want to know what happened yesterday, look at Your today; if you want to know what will happen tomorrow, look at your actions now. Master, we cannot escape karma." "Kamma, karma, hum! They will use these preaching to scare us. Uncle Yixi, what I want to do now is to avenge my father!" "There are more important things than avenging the master, young master," said the old butler. "Is there any man in the world who doesn't avenge his father?" The old housekeeper bowed his body very low, "Master, the dead have their afterlife, and the living must live their own life well. We should sing joyous songs and dance cheerfully, Ms. Quzhen from Yegong Chieftain's family welcomes you to the house!" "Shut up your stinking mouth! My brother's mouth doesn't grow on your face." Dapo Dorje shouted sharply. "Is the young master dissatisfied with this marriage?" "Do you want to marry a pockmarked girl as your wife?" "Does the young master want to start a war with the Yegong chieftain's family?" "Bastard!" Dapo Dorje almost gave the old housekeeper a whip, when a servant just came in to refill the tea, and the whip was whipped heavily on the unlucky ghost who came at an untimely time. "Master, this is the cause and effect we planted, and it is also our tomorrow." The old housekeeper said bravely. "I don't want this tomorrow!" Dapo Dorje shouted loudly. "Then we are like drunkards who have spent all their life savings today." The old butler said sharply. Yeshe Tsering actually learned this sentence from Gomba Rinpoche.Although they are now the masters of the West Bank, as he said, as a layman, how dare they easily offend the spokesperson of the gods.Gongba Living Buddha didn't even look at the large amount of offerings he brought to the temple, and continued to close his eyes and recite his scriptures, ignoring him for a long time.Nima Khenpo beside him said, Living Buddha, the housekeeper of the Langsa family has brought offerings.Gongba Living Buddha finished reading a passage, and then slowly said: "How can the robbery arouse our compassion? Although a robber is someone who robs others, he actually gives away everything he owns for his greed in this life." The afterlife is robbed. It's a stupid thing only drunkards do." The master and the servant were chatting when they suddenly noticed that the hall was lit up. Before the beautiful sister-in-law Bei Zhuren entered the room, the fox spirit that could never be erased from her body broke through the door first, and the precious jewelry and jade Let the spacious hall be full of brilliance, and the smiling eyes also wiped away the resentment on Dapo Dorje's face. "Oh, it's my sister-in-law. No wonder the house is full of fragrance, and the sun seems to have set in a fire pit." Dapo Dorje's face turned from cloudy to sunny, as bright as sunshine in spring. "Hehe, brother, you can really talk." Sister-in-law's winking eyes flew up, and the familiar butterfly was flying around in Dapo Dorje's mind, making him almost dizzy.Alas, if she were the wife of any man in the world except her elder brother Tashi Phuntsok, Dapo Dorje could wage a thousand wars for her. During this time, Beizhu went to the west bank every now and then, bringing the bride's dowry for a while, and helping Dapo Dorje decorate the new house for a while, as if she really regarded him as her own brother. "There's no sun over there in the afternoon, and it's warmer on the west bank." Today she found a reason that didn't stand up to scrutiny. "When can't sister-in-law come over? My brother's place is smaller. It's easy to invite Buddha and Bodhisattva, but it's difficult to invite sister-in-law. When sister-in-law is here, the sun is much brighter." The housekeeper Yeshe withdrew knowingly, and Dapo Dorje let Beizhu to face her face like a full moon.Buddha, how bright and clean it is, like a mirror, reflecting the youthful and impulsive blood, as well as the swaying heart of Dagpo Dorje.And on a pockmarked face, what can you see? It has been almost a year since my sister-in-law entered Langsa's house, but there is still no joy on her body.Although my brother would not let her go almost every night, sometimes shaking the whole building.This vibration was not only due to the strength of the eldest brother Zhaxi Pingcuo, but because of Beizhu's sharp and lustful moans.But in those nights when the watchtowers were shaking, the powerful elder brother was panting heavily, and the charming sister-in-law was singing loudly in love and lust, who knew the pain of Dalpo Dorje? Dapo Dorje quickly glanced at his sister-in-law's belly, which was still flat.Brother, this time has been in vain again.He gloated a little, but then felt ashamed and depressed, if it were me, hum! "What are you looking at?" Sister-in-law's eyes are really fine. "No... sister-in-law's amulet is really beautiful." He raised his eyes a little, and landed on the sterling silver amulet inlaid with seven turquoises on Beizhu's chest. "Did your brother give it to you? Hey, have you prepared your gift for others?" "What gift, sister-in-law?" “人家就要过门了，你还装什么呀。阿弟，现在一切都得靠你自己。有什么不懂的就让嫂子帮你拿主意。野贡土司家虽然是大户，我们朗萨家族也别丢人。” “过什么门？谁愿意来就来。我可要出远门了！”达波多杰几乎是不假思索地说。说完他的脑子就在飞快地转，我出远门，我去哪儿啊？ 贝珠的目光直勾勾地看着她的小叔子，“你怎么啦？” 达波多杰被那眼光盯得慌了阵脚，一时不知该怎么回答好，“我心里烦！”他气哼哼地说，就像跟谁赌气似的。 “唉，阿弟啊，”贝珠站起身上，抱着双手在他身边转，阵阵妖冶的香气都快把他淹没了。“嫂子知道你不喜欢野贡家的小姐，可是你……” “那你知道我喜欢谁吗？”达波多杰也站了起来，攥紧了双拳，像要跟人搏杀一般。 “嘘——”贝珠站在他的面前，用一根柔软的手指按住了达波多杰的嘴唇，轻易地就挡住了一个康巴男人鼓足了一万倍的勇气要想说的话。那动作既像一个长辈在调教顽皮任性的孩子，又像一个情人的挑逗。弄得达波多杰冲动地抓住了他脸前的那只纤细的手。 “嫂子，我……” 贝珠轻轻地就把自己的手抽回来了，她的脸上永远是一种让人捉摸不透的表情，是在拒绝，也是在勾引。只有狐狸精变成的女人，才有本事在拒绝与勾引之间搭一座桥，让自己的猎物在两头疲于奔命。就像从前在家里，每当他们两人单独相处时，——甚至在当着他哥哥或者父亲的面时，她对他说的话，总是让人感到好像是被窝里的石头，放在脑后想法多，抱在怀里又睡不着。 “我早就知道，你才是朗萨家的真正英雄。难道你真喜欢打仗？” “哼，就野贡家那几支破枪……” “还有你哥哥的人马呢。”她及时给他说明他要面临的处境。 然而这更挑起了这个天不怕魔鬼也不怕的小叔子的豪气，他一把就将她搂了过来，“那我就把他们像炒青稞和豆子一样，一锅炒了！我……我也要把你一锅炒……” 她在他的怀里稍作挣扎，就不动了，“别忘了，我是你的嫂嫂。” “哈哈，峡谷里兄弟共妻的事情多着哩。”他以为，嫂子说这话，实际上就是在暗示他，当初她本来就是嫁给他们两兄弟的。 然后他一发狠劲，就将怀里这个千娇百媚的妇人横抱了起来，往自己的卧房大步走去。他向佛祖发誓这回要紧紧地、死死地抱住这个自己朝思暮想的尤物，再不能让她像前次那样变成一只狐狸跑了。他听到这个女人在他的怀里“哧哧”地笑，就像一个老猎手，眼看着诱捕的野物一步跨进了自己的陷阱。 在他铺着熊皮褥子的大床上，他一下就迷失在她滚烫的激情和温软的体香里。这个珠光宝气的女人满身昂贵的首饰、佩饰、头饰、腰饰全都成了累赘。在叮叮当当稀里哗啦一阵乱响之后，在他呼出的气息已经变得比牦牛还要粗重的时候，他仍没有解除她身上代表着富裕与高贵的那些碍手碍脚的玩意儿，他还要随时提防她变成一头狐狸溜了。达波多杰忙得手足无措、满头大汗地抱怨道： “佛祖，贵妇人们就不能让自己活得简单一点？” 贝珠吃吃地笑着说：“牧场上的那些挤奶姑娘，撩开裙子就可让你高兴了，可是她们活得简单么？” “她们哪能跟我香香的嫂子比！那些娘们儿不论丑俊，都一身母牦牛的味道，我都分不清是在跟一头牦牛还是和一个姑娘睡觉。” “那是因为你性子太急了。”贝珠说着自己动手解开了被达波多杰弄成一团乱麻般的绫罗绸缎，就像解开一个结，也像拉开了一层神秘了万年的帷幕，更像捅破了两个欲火中烧的偷情者最后一层遮羞布。达波多杰被那迷人雪白的酮体刺得睁不开眼，他战战兢兢地把头埋进贝珠香气四溢的双乳间，几乎都快幸福得窒息过去。 她抚摸着他的一头鬈发，就像抚摸他的一颗纷乱的心。“唉，你这个到处打野的好猎手……啊——啊——” 他再次听到这熟悉的叫唤声，那么真切，又那样令人迷醉。多少个夜晚，这声音从哥哥的房间里传来，让他辗转难眠；多少次梦里，这声音像树林里的百灵那样婉转动听，可是等他扑过去的时候，鸟儿飞了，春梦醒了。他只有在漆黑的夜里，一个人在被窝里独自懊丧和思念。现在这声音从他的骨头缝里钻进去，仿佛是火镰上溅出的火星，把骨子里的欲火一处一处地点燃了，那火本来就被挡在家族的面子之下。现在，这点面子不过是一张纸，熊熊燃烧起来的烈火不但烧毁了这张纸，也焚烧了达波多杰自己。 达波多杰仿佛已经跃马杀入万军阵中，那么多的敌手令他手忙脚乱，砍杀不尽。如果说贝珠平时浑身弥漫的妖气已经足以令人晕眩的话，那么当她贵妇人的伪装被完全剥开以后，那肉体的香甜气息简直就要将人溺毙了。佛祖啊，一个男人面对一个狐狸精变成的女人时，是多么的可怜。 达波多杰就像一条幸福的鱼，一头扎进由温柔和激情溶在一起的深湖里，他在里面活蹦乱跳，搅得湖里水花四溅，云雨翻滚。嫂子又像发情的山猫尖声叫唤起来了。屋外树上栖息的鸟儿也受到了惊吓，以为一只猫窜到树梢上来了，骇得纷纷振翅高飞。 “我亲亲的嫂子啊，是什么东西让你叫得如此响亮？”这是达波多杰在过去寂寞难熬的黑夜中一直想弄明白的一个问题。 “雪崩来了，你能不尖叫吗？” “噢，原来爱情就是一场雪崩。”达波多杰仿佛忽然明白什么叫爱了。 “你哥哥曾经说，它是一场赛马，其实他错啦。爱情对男人来说是雪崩；可对我们女人，啊——啊——啊——天哪天哪！它……它它它就是一支一生也唱不完的歌啊。” “哦嫂子，哦嫂子，是你在唱歌呢还是树上的那只山猫在叫唤。” “哧哧哧，”贝珠笑了，说了句意味深长的话，“山猫不叫唤，就招不来野猫。” 过去达波多杰是这叫唤声的聆听者，现在，他成了缔造者。佛祖，这是梦吗？他使劲咬了自己的胳膊一口，痛得他咧开了嘴；他又咬了嫂子丰腴的肩膀一口，贝珠大叫：“你这条狼！” 然后她用自己的嘴堵住了达波多杰的嘴，再把自己香软的舌头深深地探了进去，达波多杰顿时感到自己的魂被这柔软的舌头紧紧勾住，一辈子都被她牵着走了。他就像一个溺水的人，也仿佛正从高高的悬崖上滑翔而下，极度的绝望和巅峰时的快感一齐袭来。 雪崩了，一泻千里的激情淹没了一切，也摧毁了一切。达波多杰没有经历过雪崩，但是见过雪崩过后的厉害，光是它掀起的气浪，也能把隔着一条山谷的大树吹断。一个狐狸精变的女人，不要说隔着一条峡谷，就是远隔千山万水，也能把一个男人的心席卷而去。这个娘们儿对付男人可真是一个高手。在长长地接吻、翻滚、扑腾后的间隙，妇人妩媚地说： “傻兄弟，你咬的不是地方。” “噢，嫂子，我要把你从脚趾头到头发尖，一点不留地吃下去。” “呵呵，你可见过蛇把大象吞下去的事儿？你呀，吃了不该你吃的东西，还想连人家的茶碗都带走。” “怎么不该是我的？本来嘛，嫂嫂的奶子就有当兄弟的一半。”他嘀咕道。 现在轮到贝珠叹气了，这说明她真的喜欢这个英俊的小兄弟呢。她不无忧伤地说：“别瞎说了。担心你哥哥打断你的腿。” 达波多杰沉默半晌，“唉，嫂子，我想明白了，你跟我走吧。”他是一个做事干脆利落、从不计较后果的人。就像当初贝珠刚从狐狸变成女人，他在父亲的箭头下说要娶她做自己的妻子一样，他就认定自己今生的命运注定和这个妖媚的女人有关。现在，他也认定，要想一生都拥有这个女人的爱，同时又不至于和自己的哥哥刀兵相见，只有出走一条路。 “我跟你走，你敢吗？”她用挑逗的口吻说。 “不是敢不敢的问题，而是嫂子愿意不愿意的事儿。雪域高原那么大的地方，还没有我们的一张床吗嫂子？你还记得半年前牧场上放牧的索朗次仁和他心爱的姑娘一起逃跑了的事吗？” “鬈毛多杰啊，别忘了我们的身份，哪有贵族出门逃婚的。有身份的人的婚姻，是驯养了的乖马啊。”她把他再次搂进怀里，就像害怕他跑了一样，将他紧紧地压在自己的迷香之中。 “这狗娘养的身份……”达波多杰嘟噜道，你以为当了贵妇人大家就忘了你狐狸的身份了吗？他忽然想起身下的这个女人从前是一只狐狸变的事实，过去人们在私下里说，贝珠的尾巴平常是藏在宽大的藏裙里的，她在温泉里沐浴时从来都只在没有月亮的晚上。好奇心使达波多杰抽出自己的手来，猛地抄到她的身后…… 但是狐狸飞快地把自己的尾巴夹起来了。这是狐狸的本能，也是贝珠掩饰自己身份的惯用技巧。她总是成功地使那些为她倾倒的男人相信：尽管她是狐狸精变的，但是他们仍然要为她的妖冶美丽神魂颠倒、人鬼不分。 那时沉溺于爱欲中的达波多杰，不要说抓住狐狸的尾巴，就是自己的命运都把握不了啦。 ①此为古代西藏地域的分法。