Chapter 8 Fruit Scroll Chapter 4-1

The pilgrimage team set off, it was an extremely beautiful autumn that everyone recalled.The flood receded, the mud and rocks on the hillside stopped flowing, and the devil controlling the hail was gone. The flowers on the meadow withered, but the forest under the snow mountain was dyed golden by the first early frost.Some unknown wild mountain fruits, red, yellow, and cyan, are like lonely and persevering hearts in the world. They mature on unknown cliffs every year. I selflessly dedicated my short life of one year and one dry life to the earth. "How rich and vast is this land controlled by the gods!"

Gongba Living Buddha looked at the golden eyes on the hill opposite the temple, and said to the pilgrims who were about to set off.They are the Lama Lobsang Tenzin and his backup team. The backup team includes Lobsang Tenzin's mother Yangjin, younger brother Yudan, and Dawa Dolma, the wife who the two brothers once shared-now she only has Yudan as a husband.Only then did the Buddha know how much pain she had in her heart. In fact, since her sweetheart decided to become a monk, she has been mourning for her fate and moved by Lama Tenzin's compassion for many nights.The greatest and most enduring love in the world does not necessarily have to be manifested in marriage, it is always manifested in another way.For a man of great ambition, love does not represent passion, but pathos.In the pilgrimage team, she is not for washing away her sins, but only for the love of her life.Even though she has limited mobility, her belly is proudly sticking out.But for a Tibetan woman, there is no slight delay in giving birth because she has to go up the mountain to collect firewood or go on a long journey.What should come, will come naturally.

There is also the family's loyal mule "Yong Jiwu", whose back is full of people's alms and the family's luggage on the road.In the eyes of the pilgrim family, he is the silent father, the companion who talks to Ama Yangjin every night, the source of courage and strength of Lama Tenzin in Losang, and the patron saint of Yudan and Dawa Dolma. In front of the main hall of Yundan Temple, this seemingly weak pilgrimage team is worrying.Generally speaking, at least six strong young men are needed to provide backup support for a pilgrim who kowtows to Lhasa.Even the Living Buddha Gongba couldn't help feeling compassionate when he saw the support composed of young and old. He could only turn to the power of Buddhism to bless and protect this lonely pilgrimage team.He gave Lama Tenzin of Losang a long leather skirt and a pair of palms, saying that he had blessed the leather skirt and palms for chanting scriptures.The heavy cowhide skirt is made from the thickest part of the back of the yak. ​​It is soft and tough. It is not only like an armor to resist all kinds of diseases and wind and frost, but also like a boat that can sail with compassion.It is longer than the lama's knees, and it can protect his body well every time Lobsang Tenzin wrestles with the earth.Each pilgrim who kowtows has his own special equipment. The two wooden boards on his hands are used as protection for the palms. Thick cotton is tied on the elbows and knees, and the outer layer is covered with high-quality cowhide.Thousands of miles of mountain roads, millions of long heads, even a body made of iron, will be smoothed and eroded on this long journey.In the past, when Duji’s caravan came back from a trip to Lhasa, the horseshoes had to be changed several times, let alone human flesh and blood.

Lama Tenzin in Losang looks calm and resolute. His long flowing and fluffy hair has become the memory of relatives and the regret of Dawa Dolma.There is a layer of blue light on the shaved forehead, like a clean virgin, and also like the moonlight boy who was reincarnated as a human in order to save all living beings in the legend. "Go, take this step, don't look back, and don't be afraid. Remember, every head you kowtow is the proof of becoming a Buddha." Gomba Rinpoche turned around and entered the hall after speaking, without giving Lama Lobsang Tenzin more encouragement and blessing.Only the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas enshrined in the main hall saw the tears in the eyes of Gomba Living Buddha, and only his heart felt that the earth could no longer bear the devotion and sadness of these pilgrims.But the compassion of Gomba Living Buddha is like a sense of relief, and there is nothing more pleasing than guiding a person to a good path.

Lama Tenzin of Lobsang kowtowed three long heads to the back of Gongpa Living Buddha, which was regarded as gratitude and farewell to Living Buddha.Then he said to his mother and brother beside him: "let us start." Some lamas gathered around him sang scriptures of blessings for peace and auspiciousness. Strips of snow-white hada were dedicated to the pilgrims who traveled far away. Fluttering, like a mass of rolled snowflakes, drowning the pilgrims.The big Dharma trumpet in the temple was also carried out, and the deep and deep sound of the trumpet spread far away, making people feel not at all tragic, but more heroic.

Lama Lobsang Tenzin raised his hands above his head, put them on his chest, and then bent down to the ground. "Ugh—" Facing the holy land of Lhasa, he kowtowed out this solemn first long head.In the later years of penance, he will recall the first long hair that changed his life, not because it looks very precious, but because it is so light in the eyes of the Buddha. Just like a child who followed an adult into a temple for the first time, the first incense that he ignorantly offered in front of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas was as light and light. Although he didn't know the true meaning of this incense, it was planted deep in his heart , like the first long head which symbolizes the conversion of the soul.

When he bent down to the earth again, he heard the powerful beating of the earth's heart. "Boom—" It wasn't the sound of his knees kneeling on the ground, nor the sound of his palms and elbows touching the ground, nor the dull sound of his head hitting the ground.It is indeed a pulsation from the depths of the earth. People trample the earth under their feet, and no one can hear the powerful pulsation of the heart of the earth. Only when one puts his heart close to the earth,--not once or twice, but on the contrary Repeatedly, countless times, so that he had the chance to hear the beautiful and steady voice deep in the earth that ordinary people can't hear at all.

After kowtowing their heads in one day, they only walked about ten miles, which is only one-sixth of the daily journey of a caravan, but Lama Tenzin of Losang has kowtowed nearly 3,000 long heads!Three thousand times of getting up and falling to the ground, three thousand times of pious baptism.In the evening, Lama Tenzin of Losang couldn't even hold the bowl of buttered tea. The place where they slept on the first night was not far from the village, and the yak tent was set up beside the caravan post road.Some Tibetans living nearby came to give alms to this small pilgrimage team.They carried a few tsampa noodles, ghee, even a bundle of firewood and a small bag of horse feed, all of which represented their respect for the pilgrims.

The fire in the fire pit was raised, and the sweet fragrance of butter tea permeated the mind of the exhausted Lobsang Tenzin Rinpoche.He really wanted to take a sip, but his head was so dizzy that he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.It was Grandma's voice that kept whispering in my ears, take a sip, take a sip.Drink tea and you'll be fine. "Dear Lama, get up and drink tea." Whose voice is calling?Oh, it's Dawa Dolma.In front of her, in front of everyone, I am a lama.Lobsang Tenzin opened his eyes, and he found that there were golden stars in front of him, and there seemed to be a halo around Dawa Dolma's head. Although she was only a hazy shadow, the gentle look in her eyes made the lama's mind full of redness. yellow.

After swallowing the first sip of butter tea, the strength in my body slowly recovered, and the warmth rose rapidly from the bottom of my heart.At this time, there were waves of sound like river water hitting the cliff on the bank, wave after wave. "What's that sound?" Lama Lobsang Tenzin asked. "It's those people who come to give alms and chant scriptures for you outside." Mother Yang Jin said. "Chanting sutras for me?" Lama Losang Tenzin struggled to get up, and got out of the tent with the help of his mother.The dark group of people outside are mostly old people, and among them there are even Khamba riders who came to attack the West Bank half a year ago.Countless prayer wheels were shaking in their hands, and countless passages of auspicious blessings were recited from their mouths.The mountain wind blew loudly over their heads, and the dust sometimes drowned them, but they were like a group of stone sculptures, sitting upright on the ground motionless.When they saw Lama Losang Tenzin appearing at the door of the tent, they kowtowed to him as if they saw the living Buddha they admired in their hearts.

"Oh, please get up quickly. How can I, a sinner, bear it!" Lama Lobsang Tenzin wanted to go up to help everyone up, but he couldn't move his feet, and his legs gave way to the villagers in the valley. knelt down. Only then did he discover what a person should do to be respected by people. This was an experience he had never had in his life; he also experienced for the first time what is called the glory of the Kham people.Leaping horses and spears, beheading enemies, rich family property, high-pitched love songs, dancing clouds, being born in nobles, covered in jewels, these things that make people admire are not the real glory of a Khamba person.A humble sinner, only if he shows extraordinary devotion in front of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, he can also gain people's respect. "Glory belongs to the three holy treasures of Buddha, Dharma and Sangha. All elders, please stand up!" No one got up, and the scriptures in people's mouths were recited more vigorously.Lama Lobsang Tenzin's eyes became hot, and tears flowed down again.Alas, he himself was very surprised, how he was always easily moved during these days.His resolute and bright eyes are now beginning to learn compassion and compassion, and the tears in their eye sockets are getting more and more hot.When he kowtowed in the morning, he glanced back at the blown white hair on his grandmother's head, and his tears almost flowed out again. Perhaps it is this powerful compassion that has accompanied the Buddhas in the canyon from the very beginning. Whether it is in spirit or in action, the support of the devout people in their hometown is like the Kawagebo Snow Mountain, which will always be in Losang Tenzin. The lama's heart made him persevere and kowtow one long head after another.On the third day, the pilgrimage team came to Luka controlled by the Langsa family, and some people who worried that they would not be able to pass Luka followed far behind.At that time, Dapo Dorje was already on the side of the road, and the road card had sent additional servants with guns. The post road was filled with a murderous atmosphere, and the birds on the trees on both sides of the road flew far away to hide, and the mountain wind With a trace of tension and trembling. On the third day, the pilgrimage team came to the Luka set up by Dapo Dorje, which was so guarded that even a bird could not fly through it.Lama Lobsang Tenzin seemed to have not seen the people and horses on Luka. He was still concentrating on kowtowing his long head, and slowly approaching Luka.Dapo Dorje asked his men to level the matchlock guns and get ready to shoot.A few guys' hands were shaking constantly, because they were thinking in their hearts that if they shot someone with a long head, they would definitely go to hell, not later, but now.They seemed to have heard Yama's sneer. Dabo Dorje felt the strangeness behind him, and he shouted angrily to those guys: "Are the guns in your hands hot? Why are you shaking! The gun hasn't flown yet." He saw three backup behind the kowtowers, an old man, two young men, and a mule.He also saw a group of people farther away from the small pilgrimage procession, shaking prayer wheels in their hands, and slowly following behind the pilgrimage procession.What are these guys doing here? The enemy was getting closer and closer, and Dapo Dorje could hardly recognize him.It was not because he was wearing a cassock and a bulky and weird cowhide skirt on his chest, but the resolute and calm aura exuding from him, as well as the sadness on his face, made him unbelievable. The guy who killed his father.His forehead had already been scratched, and the freshly oozing blood was imprinted on the ground again and again. He stamped his head once, and then stamped it again, as if it was a blood stamp on the ground.The rugged post road has always been trampled by horseshoes and human footsteps. For hundreds of years, horseshoes have stepped on bluestone slabs in many places. On a hoof nest, a deep pit the size of a fist has been stepped out after a long time, which is the testimony of this ancient Han-Tibetan post road, and it is the horse's bow to the earth.But the forehead that was knocked on the post road must be polished not by the stones on the ground, but by his flesh.No matter how pious you pretend to be, can you make holes in this post road?Dapo Dorje thought. "Alasi, stand still! Look who I am!" Dapo Dorje shouted on his horse when the pilgrim was within a stone's throw of him. Lama Losang Tenzin didn't seem to hear it, and it seemed that the guy on the other side was calling someone who had nothing to do with him. He continued to kowtow to his head and spread his body to the ground. "Alasi, don't think that you have become a lama, so let me forget the past enmity between our two families." His voice echoed hollowly on the post road, like the bravado of a weak man confronted by a strong man.Accompanied by the lingering sound of this cry, the monotonous and rhythmic "shua, shua" sound of Lama Tenzin of Lobsang leaning on the ground again and again. "Alasi, you know that when enemies meet in the canyon, there is always one horse's hoof that has to pass over the other's neck. Today, can you kowtow under my horse's stirrup?" "Huh—" Lobsang Tenzin still didn't answer, but responded with another long head.He could already see the shiny stirrups under Dapo Dorje's feet.At that time, he just thought, if the stirrup is an evil obstacle, then let's knock it over. "Alasi..." Dabo Dorje found that his confidence was getting weaker and weaker. It was not because the people around him were shrinking back one after another, nor was it because more and more people were following the lama and getting closer. , but he saw that the opponent didn't take him seriously.He is concentrating on doing a sacred thing, not to mention the interruption of a person, even the gods will not disturb his concentration.He suddenly realized that this lama would really kowtow under his horse's hooves.By then, it will certainly not be the man on the horse who will win the honor. "Yesi, go, take a few people to tie up that guy!" He shouted to the old housekeeper standing beside him. But the always loyal old housekeeper said: "Master, the Langsa family can't bear the notoriety of blocking pilgrims!" "Are you saying that the enemy has become a saint?" Dapo Dorje snapped. "Young master, according to the saying in our canyon, no matter what he did in the past, you only need to look at his words and deeds in front of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas at this moment. If he can practice the great law of becoming a Buddha in person, he is a Buddha." "If this guy can cultivate to become a Buddha, I can still become the Great Treasure King of Tibet!" Yixi Tsering shouted: "Master, saying this will make all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas angry!" "Bastards, you big girls with white beards!" He suddenly turned his horse's head and vented his anger on those servants who had unknowingly sided with the pilgrims. "If you also worship gods, go to Lhasa with others! Alasi, listen, one day my horseshoe will be higher than your neck!" He reined in the horses on the post road like a clown, rounded the leather whip in his hand and whipped it around. Those Luka guards were not so stupid as to be ridiculous, so they took the opportunity to pretend that they couldn't bear the beating They fled, scrambling and dragging their guns, and scattered like birds and beasts.The horse under Dapo Dorje's crotch also cleverly found a fork in the road, and ran down the post road with a long cry, and finally saved some face for its master. Dapo Dorje's smart older brother would not act recklessly like his younger brother. He asked Dapo Dorje to come to his home and said to him, "Even robbers would not snatch a pilgrim." "Then we just watch our enemy slip away?" Dapo Dorje said angrily. "The pilgrimage is still a long way away. Who knows if they will be able to walk it." Tashi Pingcuo said eccentrically, "Brother, don't worry about other people's kowtows, you should do your own business first. This is not only about the honor of the family , it is also related to the golden Buddha box on your head and mine." Tashi Pingcuo left behind these words, Dapo Dorje certainly understood the weight of his brother's words.The daughter of the Yegong chieftain's family is a monkey, you have to marry her home, otherwise everyone will be begging for money.The Yegong chieftain's send-off team will arrive in another month.Why not bring fine wine, tea, and butter to send the girl to marry, but a horse team showing off its might?Isn't the intention obvious?If the in-laws don't fight, it means fighting.Can this marriage at the point of saber and gun not make Dapo Dorje angry?There is no such unlucky bridegroom in the world. However, the tragedy of life is that the person who makes mistakes always thinks that he is a smart person, and his excessive conceit makes him unable to see the shadow of his mistakes even if he opens his eyes wide.As the saying goes in the canyon, the reason why a monkey can't grow into an elephant is because it is too smart.Dapo Dorje tasted the sweetness of his sister-in-law, and his heart became a restless monkey. It always wanted to jump to the east bank of the canyon, always wanted to jump into Beizhu's arms.When he came to his brother's house today, he sniffed his sister-in-law's unique smell everywhere like a hunting dog.No matter how untimely it would appear, even if he knew it was licking honey on the edge of a knife and catching jewels in the fire. Once he came, he often stayed for two or three days.Brother Zhaxi Pingcuo is a guy with a moderate capacity for alcohol. Every night, as a brother, there is always a way to make his brother drunk. In addition, Beizhu secretly helped Tashi Pingcuo, so Tashi Pingcuo couldn't understand why he was so drunk when his brother came. Fast, that's great.They helped Tashi Pingcuo into the bedroom, and before the snoring started, the two of them rolled into a ball.At dawn, Beizhu sneaked back again, when her husband was still hungover.In this dangerous game, Dapo Dorje also believed too much in the cunning and conceit of a fox, believing that she would always have a way to deal with the hunter, and believing that no matter how shrewd a hunter was, he was not very smart.He became more and more at ease with the game played on the edge of the knife, and was confused. When he and Beizhu got into the same bed, it was as calm as in his own bed.During the intervals of carousing, he could even take a short nap in Beizhu's arms, completely forgetting that it was not only a fox who was sleeping with him, but also a tiger behind the fox. They became more and more courageous, as long as Dabo Dorje stood in front of his sister-in-law, that was what they were thinking about, longing for another avalanche to come, another song to be sung.Everyone was so tacit to the point that they didn't even need to exchange eyes.It was still early today, and the sun was still a long way from the mountain peak in the west. As soon as Dabo Dorje saw her sister-in-law's figure flashing in the backyard, his heart was about to jump out.My brother was watching horseshoes in the front yard, and the craftsmen who had wandered around came again.Tashi, the smartest guy in the world, even thinks that he is a great person who can turn a piece of hard iron into something as soft as tsampa.Therefore, every time the blacksmith came to the family, he would come forward to help.When Paima Jianzan was around, he often scolded him for being worthless.Now that he is the leader himself, he still wants to get a blacksmith's stove to play with.Of course the younger brother knew that once the "clinking" hammers sounded at home, the sun would not set, the fire in the blacksmith's stove would not be extinguished, and the elder brother would not return to the dinner table. A wing room in the backyard is the headman’s weaving room. Usually, an old slave weaves pulu or something here all day long. Her eyesight is not good. According to her, everything looks like it is under the moonlight.Her work depends entirely on the feeling of her hands, but she is the most beautiful woman in pulu weaving in the canyon.You just want a rainbow in the sky, and this half-blind old woman can also weave it for you.Beizhu spends most of her afternoon time here, of course she doesn't come to weave pulu, she just comes to entertain herself.It is said that they were relatives in the previous life. In the next life, if everyone can reincarnate as human beings as they wish, they may become mother and daughter.They often talk from when the sun is on top to when the sun is westward.While chatting, a piece of beautiful pulu was covered with colorful sunset glow. Dapo Dorje followed the smell of his sister-in-law's fox into the weaving room. When he appeared at the door, the two of them met their eyes and knew what was going to happen next.That blind man Jigme is still concentrating on his pulu loom, which is the oldest and simplest loom, made entirely of wood. The warp threads are hung on a horizontal bar in a row, and the weft threads are threaded by the weaver with a wooden shuttle. Push it again with a wooden block machine, which seems simple but endlessly changing.Dapo Dorje didn't speak, and went straight into the room. There were piles of cloth piled up in the center of the room, like a half-height wall, dividing the room into two. Panting, Beizhu came over.They talked with their eyes, but their hands full of desire never stopped for a moment. Buddha, you are so courageous!Your brother is still in the front yard! It's like sleeping next door when he's drunk. But it's daytime! I miss you miss you miss you to death. Grandma Jimmy is outside. not afraid.She can't see it. You just wanted me last night. That was yesterday.Today is today. Waiting for your brother to get drunk at night... That's for the night.I want it now. From the front yard came the cheerful and melodious hammering sound of "Ding Dang, Ding Dang", and outside was the slow and dull sound of "Bang Dang, Ding Dang" from the loom.These moving sounds not only make the two lovers feel safe, but also make their hearts sway, like dancing to the rhythm of a love song, turning and turning.Come on, let the fox call out for joy, to sing to the sound of labor; come on, let the woman's enchanting body forge a real man; love. Because it was at home, Beizhu only wore a sarong and didn't wear those dazzling jewelry.It seems that she simplified herself just for the convenience of doing things with Dagpo Dorje, and she found the joy of simplifying her life like a girl on a ranch.Lifting the skirt, as simple as opening a door, and letting in this rude and sentimental fellow is like putting a colony of ants into a restless heart.The soul dances wildly in the ocean of lust, and those lecherous ants begin to gnaw at the sinful water of pleasure in the bones.She wanted to sing aloud a few times, but the last bit of shame made her hold back and didn't sing.But the guy on her body moaned recklessly, he was so daring that he continued to encourage her, "Sing it, sing it, my dear sister-in-law!" Of course she wants to scream, just like an avalanche will always erupt, songs will eventually be sung, rivers are destined to roar, and sinful lusts must pay a price.Beizhu finally couldn't help but yelled: "Oh-" The sound was so loud that it was louder than the "clang" sound of the old lady Jimei's loom, the "clink" sound of Tashi Pingcuo's forging iron in the front yard, and even louder than the roar of the Lancang River in the canyon.Buddha, what happened to this? It was so big that even the birds on the trees in the front and back courtyards were startled, and the lynx that had been following Beizhu and guarding outside was also startled. Trembling, he ran away in a hurry; even the blacksmith in the front yard seemed to be frightened by the "jingle" sound, and he hesitated for a while before ringing again. But this is not the climax of Beizhu's song, nor is it that an avalanche of happiness has descended, but her hell—the hell of the two of them—is presented in front of her. Holding a long Khamba saber, Tashi Puncuo stood above them like a vengeful angry Vajra.His furious eyeballs were about to fall out, and the flames in his eyes were "chichi" burning. The sound of "Ding Dang, Ding Dang" in the front yard is still the same, and the loom of the old lady Jimei in front of the house is "clanging, clanging".All of this is a real nightmare for everyone. "Brother... You, you... Aren't you blacksmithing?" Dabo Dorje's mind went blank, he wanted to turn over and get up, but the knife in Tashi Pingcuo's hand touched his chest, pushing him to the ground.My brother is like a hunter who has lured his prey into a trap, and wants to tease the prey. "You think I like blacksmithing so much?" Dapo Dorje heard the "jingle" sound of the hammer beating in the front yard, and he muttered in a dizzy way: "It's strange, the blacksmith hasn't left yet, but you left first." "I've already made a knife!" Zhaxi Puncuo roared angrily. Only then did Dapo Dorje recover from the blankness caused by the panic. The disaster has reached his head, just like the knife in his heart. It would be a shame for you to hide it. "What kind of knife is it?" he asked calmly. "A knife designed to kill whores and ungrateful people!" Tashi Puncuo snapped. "Then let's do it. This is my fault, not my sister-in-law. Please, brother." "I'm going to kill you here? I'm afraid that my weaving room will be dirty. Jimei weaves the most beautiful pulu in the canyon, don't you know? Put on your clothes and talk in my room!" Tashi Pingcuo put away his knife and came out, while the half-blind old slave Jigme was still concentrating on weaving his pulu.Tashi Pingcuo had already walked out of the weaving room, but he turned back and pinched Jigme's chin and asked: "What did you see just now, tell me!" The old lady opened a pair of empty and cloudy eyes and said: "Master, I have been blind for a long time." "What did you hear, tell me!" The old lady still said in that old tone, "Master, I've been deaf a long time ago." "Buddha's mercy blesses you to see nothing and hear nothing. Do you understand?" "Understood, master." The old lady Jimei stroked the gorgeous and sturdy half of the pulu in front of her knee with her hand, and said in her old and desolate hoarse voice: "Before you throw me into the Lancang River, please let me put this After weaving pulu, the clouds in the sky have already reflected on it." Tashi Pingcuo was even more annoyed, how could this old guy see through his mind?He glanced at the pulu, it was really the most beautiful piece of pulu made by Ji Meizhi, and it was also the only piece of pulu in the canyon.Even the clouds in the sky are not as brilliant as the old woman's knees; even the rainbow in the sky at the beginning of the shower cannot have such vivid, vivid, full and abundant colors.Because it was woven with the most tenacious misery and loneliness in life, the deepest compassion and pity, and the last few tears in the eye sockets that were about to dry up.But if a brilliant cloud, a beautiful rainbow, becomes something within human reach and embrace, then this is no human work.Tashi Pingcuo, who was full of murderous looks, couldn't help feeling compassionate, and he said mercifully: "Oh, I hope you never finish it. Take it with you to heaven after dark." Ji Mei said peacefully: "Oh, it won't take that long, it's enough time for you to simmer a bunch of incense for Shenshan." Tashi Pingcuo suddenly turned his face. He stared at the two poor people standing behind Jigme flustered and said, "Time for a bouquet of incense? Huh! Some miscellaneous hairs can put the Buddha mother to sleep." Then he strode away, and when he reached the center of the yard, a neem tree, which was usually tied to dogs, became the object of his knife test. With a wave of his arm, he chopped off the tree that was as thick as a human arm. Both Dapo Dorje and Beizhu felt chills at the base of their necks.Beizhu quietly said to Dapo Dorje: "You still run fast." Dapo Dorje gave his sister-in-law an affectionate look, "At this time, a man will walk towards the edge of the knife as if he were running towards happiness. Oh, by the way, why don't you turn into a fox and slip away?" During the first hunting, as soon as he pressed Beizhu under his body, his father appeared, but Beizhu disappeared miraculously. Beizhu sighed deeply, "You still think of me as a fox!" In Tashi Pingcuo's spacious guest room, the two brothers are going to have a showdown.It was only after their hole cards were revealed that one of them discovered how different the way they played their cards was from the hole cards they held in their hands. Tashi Puncuo only needed to ask a question, and Dapo Dorje would understand how much the upper hand his brother had.As soon as he came, he asked, "Do you really think I'm drunk every night?" "Brother, then don't ask. You can do anything to me, but you have to spare my sister-in-law." "That bitch who turned into a vixen, huh! Even the devil would hate her." At that time, Dabo Dorje didn't understand why his brother hated a beautiful woman so much. Even if you don't love her, you can't humiliate her.Because a beautiful woman is the greatest happiness God bestows on a man, even if she used to be a fox.Then he said aloud: "Sister-in-law is not a bitch, nor is she a fox, she is a good woman. If you dislike her, give her to me, brother. It's like giving me a bite of your leftovers." "Aha, it's so easy for you to think! I don't know who ate whose leftovers." Zhaxi Pingcuo groaned strangely, the beards on both sides of his mouth curled up like two black birds about to fly, "A beautiful woman It's not an animal. Even a good horse will only recognize its master. Have I ever ridden your horse? Never, right? Why did you come to snatch my horse? Do you want to take it away? As long as meat is not bone, as long as tea is not tea, is there such excessive kindness in the world? If so, please give me some too, brother." "If I were an older brother, I would share my wife with my brothers. Brother, isn't that the case with the Arasi brothers on the other side? If we do this, will our brothers still separate? Abba will be happy if he knows Yes." Dapo Dorje yelled angrily, as if he had had enough of not being able to have brothers and wives. "You bastard! You know how to be a big brother, huh? You think we've defeated Duji on the west bank, so we've secured the position of leader? There's also wild tribute chieftain upriver. Miss the chieftain, can you let it go?" Marry, but come to sleep with your own sister-in-law instead. Do you still want the face of the Langsa family? Do you still want the family to flow endlessly in the canyon like the Lancang River? It’s not like you haven’t seen nobles who have been reduced to beggars over the years. Now In this canyon, whoever has more guns, better horses and faster horses is the master of the world. Isn’t it sung in the song that a good man must have “three hidden treasures”, treasured swords, fast guns and good horses. Those who want us to beg for food are not only There are Yegong chieftains, and people from the Duji family. Didn’t they go out to find the three treasures of Buddha, Dharma, and monk? When that guy learns the magic power that can only be mastered by the gods, he will be like that lama named Rinchen, who will be there every day. The disaster of hailstorm, plague, and flood in the canyon, I am afraid that we will not have a foothold in the canyon. But you can't even stop a person who bows his head! Everyone is looking for a place to stand You are a baby in this world who lives and works, but you only smell the vixen's smell and run around like a male dog! Do you have any baby that others have? If you don't have one, don't speak so rudely!" For many years, fast knives, fast guns and good horses have always been the three treasures that Kham men in the canyon dream of.Because the "Three Treasures of Tibet" sung in the singing is as perfect as an auspicious dream.Things that are too perfect belong only to the gods, and mortals can only yearn and sing. Dapo Dorje thought that his clever mind saved his life at this time, and he felt that he had enlightened himself and found the magic weapon to solve all problems. "Brother, who in the Langsa family will not uphold the honor of the family. I will never marry the ugly girl from the Yegong chieftain's family. I will hand over the West Bank to you. Let me go outside to find the 'Tibetan' of our Tibetans." Three treasures'." Tashi Pingcuo finally forced his younger brother to show his hole cards, but the cards in his hand have not been played yet.He pulled out the Khamba knife with a "swish" and threw it on the table with a "bang", "This is the knife I just made this afternoon. The knife is not a good knife, but it's okay to chop off two heads!" "Brother really wants to kill me?" "Killing you won't relieve your hatred!" He turned around in the room, kicking all the things that didn't look good, like an old bear about to attack last. "You little bastard raised by a stinky milkmaid on a ranch, a despicable rat who steals butter from a Buddhist altar, a rascal who ruined his family's face, and a worthless prodigal son. Although you have a handsome face, you It stinks like shit! Get out! Get out as far away as possible! Go find your three treasures. The sharpest knife in the world, the fastest gun in the world, and the fastest horse on the snowy plateau. Brother, A man's promise is no joke. If you find these three treasures, you will be proud of the Langsa family; if you can't find them back, your sister-in-law, hey, this bitch will never get out of the dungeon!" "Brother, I can run away from home, and I can also give you the land deeds and usury notes on the West Bank, but you can't put my sister-in-law into the dungeon. She is your wife!" “你已经没有讨价还价的身份了，你从现在起，只是一个流浪汉！滚！滚滚滚滚滚……” 达波多杰狼狈地逃回了西岸。管家益西次仁一看他那失魂落魄的样子，就知道少主子的厄运到啦。达波多杰劈头就问自己的老管家： “老熊也有掉进陷阱的时候吗？” “有。在它发情时，猎人就在母熊经常转悠的地方设套子，那种时候它们最糊涂。” 忠心的老管家回答道。 实际上达波多杰刚勾搭上他嫂子的时候，老于世故的益西次仁就发现了，他曾经劝过主子，告诉他说这场爱情是刀刃上的蜂蜜，聪明的男人是不会去舔的。但那时主子雪崩爆发般的情感，不要说一个管家，就是白玛坚赞头人在，大概也挡不住，更不用说在一个狐狸精变的女人面前，有几个男人能保持自己的清醒。因此，每当达波多杰去东岸的时候，老管家已开始为大家的后路作一些准备了，他把自己的家人送到亲戚处，将属于达波多杰的财富尽量兑换成可以在藏地通用的银票。他已经知道，在这兄弟俩的较量中，不仅达波多杰不是对手，就是那个被称为狐狸精的女人，也不过是扎西平措独霸峡谷两岸的一件工具而已。 “收拾东西吧，老益西，我们要出趟远门了。” “人家出远门是去朝圣求佛、法、僧三宝，我们去干什么？”老管家故意问。 “去找藏族人的三宝。”达波多杰恨恨地说，“我已经跟扎西许下诺言了，我走遍雪域高原，寻找一个康巴好男儿的'藏三宝'——快刀、快枪、良马，为朗萨家族的荣誉争光。那狐狸变的女人，害得我在峡谷里再也呆不下去了。”达波多杰有些不明白，自己为什么不恨哥哥扎西，而恨上贝珠了。 “唉，”益西次仁说：“不是那个狐狸精害了你，而是你哥哥真是个好猎手呢。他一箭射中了三只鸟，把所有的猎物都装到自己的口袋里了，你还以为他给你头上戴了个光环哩。” “他……射中了哪三只鸟？” “你这个莽撞的家伙呀，贵族不是你这样当的。第一只鸟，他利用你和贝珠的丑事儿把你赶走，将澜沧江两岸收入囊中；第二只鸟，野贡土司家的亲事肯定不能退，新郎将不会是你而是他，尽管那个可怜的姑娘是多么的丑，但是扎西的眼中只有土地和权力，而不在乎美色；第三只鸟，贝珠该打进地牢了，谁也不会让一只狐狸永远做自己的妻子，因为猎人也有打瞌睡的时候。” “这个狗娘养的……”达波多杰想打谁一拳，可身边没有仆人，他就只有掌自己一巴掌。 “事到如此，我们出去走走也好。没有关系，我们就是走遍雪域高原，我也不会让一个尊贵的少爷，追着炊烟去讨饭。” 出了那件事儿一个月后，达波多杰真的要远走高飞了。扎西平措假惺惺地出来送行，那时他已经来到澜沧江西岸有五六天了，兄弟俩就像什么事情也没有发生，扎西平措在外人面前还亲热地叫达波多杰弟弟，说是弟弟要出远门为峡谷里的人们找货真价实的“藏三宝”，弟弟才是真正的男子汉。他过来是帮着弟弟打理西岸的事务的。可是只有达波多杰和老管家益西次仁才清楚，扎西平措是在催促他们尽早上路，或者说，他迫不及待地想早一天当上澜沧江峡谷两岸的主人呢。 出门那天早上，达波多杰和他哥哥私下里有一段对话，那是他第一次用心计和自己的哥哥较量。时间过许久了，在他漫游雪域高原的那些岁月里，他还记得哥哥狡黠的眼神，以及他动怒前脸颊上肌肉的抽搐。他对扎西平措说： “我走啦，兄弟之间再不用打仗，你如愿以偿了。” 扎西平措说：“你要走的这一步，是你自己的命。你本来只是一个牧场上的姑娘养下的孩子，要不是阿爸一时冲动，你这一世哪里能当少爷啊？” 达波多杰说：“是呀，传说中是一道红光和一道白光相结合，才有了藏族人的祖先。要是没有阿爸当年在牧场上的冲动，朗萨家族恐怕就要绝种了。” 扎西平措有些急了，“你是什么意思？” 达波多杰慢悠悠地说：“听说，嫂子有喜了？” 那个西岸的新占领者脸霎时白了，一向高高翘起的胡子也塌了下来，脸上的肌肉开始跳舞啦。达波多杰乘胜追击，现在轮到他嘴角的胡子翘起来啦。他以一个胜利者的口吻说：“澜沧江峡谷两岸的主人，你可不能把一个有喜的女人打入地牢，不管怎么说，那个孩子身上流淌着朗萨家族的血液。” 扎西平措大约今生从来没有受到这过如此大的羞辱，他的嘴唇哆嗦着说：“好吧，让我们来看看，这个小杂毛能在峡谷里成多大的气候。”