Chapter 9 Fruit Roll Chapter 4-2

The wind on Kawagebo Snow Mountain slashed like a knife, and not only snowflakes flew in the sky, but also dead branches as thick as arms, stones as big as fists, and the roar of the devil.The wind does not blow along the middle of the valley, nor does it blow down from the mountain, but from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.It seems that the wind also knows awe in front of the snow mountain.Just like the long-headed pilgrim, whenever he crosses a snow mountain, he can only kowtow from the bottom to the top, but when going down the mountain, he needs to go down the mountain, estimate the actual distance down the mountain, and choose a place to spend a few minutes. In one day, face the snow-capped mountain and kowtow thousands of long heads to make up for the long heads that should be kowtowed on the way down the mountain.Because there is no head kowtowing to the mountain, only the posture of bowing to the snow mountain.

The road up the mountain is rough and difficult, and in many places there is simply no room for people to lie down.They could only use the cowhide rope they carried with them to measure the distance of those dangerous roads section by section, and then find a slightly flat place to make up for it.It was cold and freezing, and many roads were covered with ice. Once people fell down, they would "chuck" and slide down. Once, Lama Tenzin of Lobsang actually slipped to the bottom of the valley.So kowtow had to start all over again from the bottom of the ditch.Yudan once advised his brother to start from the place where he slipped down, but Lama Lobsang Tenzin said firmly: "Sacred Mountain must be dissatisfied with my piety, so it knocked me down and started again. I can't go against it." God's will."

After arriving at the snow line on the snow mountain, Lobsang Tenzin kowtowed almost all the time on the snow. Although the continuous kowtow made his whole body steamy, his hands, feet, and face were all frozen unconscious. For a while, Dawa Dolma and Yudan had to find a secluded place to hold him in their arms, one was in charge of starting the fire, and the other kept rubbing his frozen skin with snow.It was hard to rub the skin red, but the once smooth, rosy and healthy skin fell off piece by piece with bloody skin, and the blood froze as soon as it seeped out, so the face of Lama Lausanne looked like Oddly shaped, as if scorched by fire.A few times, they almost thought that they were holding a frozen corpse, except that there was still a little heat in his heart.It was Dawa Dolma's heat that breathed him back, and it was Yudan's fire that warmed him up.On many days they did not advance two or three miles a day.

It took them two and a half months to cross the Kawagebo Snow Mountain, a full month longer than expected.The pilgrimage team encountered this violent snowstorm when they were descending from the snow-capped mountains. At that time, everyone thought that if they encountered it when they were going up the mountain, they would not know how much suffering they would suffer.It seems that this insurmountable holy mountain is still compassionate.But before they had time to rejoice, this small team was swept away by the wind and snow and blown away.It's not that they don't support each other closely enough, but that in the face of the strong wind, a person is just like a leaf.The wind coming up from the bottom of the mountain is like a flood coming up, lifting people up at once and drifting away with the wind.Lama Lobsang Tenzin only heard his younger brother Yudan shout: "Dawa Dolma—" His ears were completely filled with the voice of the devil.

Lama Lobsang Tenzin once again entered the state of floating in the void. He wondered if this is the time to face the truth, as the Living Buddha Gomba said.Well, let me visualize the Buddha in my heart, visualize my guru.Buddha, it is your mercy that saved me, let me know the sins I made in my life today, and freed me from the troubles of reincarnation; Guru, the guru in a distant place, although we have never masked, that is my Buddha The predestined relationship is not enough, because my evil obstacles have not been completely eliminated.My compassion can't even save my own life, so how can I expect it to sympathize with sentient beings.

He thought this way, let his body dance in the wind, and focused his thoughts on the visualization of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.He even felt that he had floated to the treetops and the edge of the cliff, but he didn't feel scared or worried at all.The tops of tall alpine cedars passed by him, and he felt as if he were riding on a fast horse, galloping across the grassy grass as high as a horse's belly; the jagged cliffs were so deep that he was like those who used to The goshawks whose hometown is the high mountains and cliffs, fly across the small ridge in front of the house.He thought fortunately: I will fall to death where the eagle perches.

Lord Buddha, I have found the way of liberation. In the end, like a cloud and mist, it gently landed on an alpine meadow with him.Lobsang Tenzin Lama looked around and found that it was really a fairyland-like place.The green meadow is spotless, without any traces of people, cattle and sheep.The wind, snow, cloud, mist, flying sand and rocks that he experienced just now disappeared without a trace. He seemed to have come to another world after waking up.Surrounded by dense forests, the top is the snow-capped mountains that he has worked so hard to climb over.But what he didn't understand was that the way down the mountain would take at least a whole day even if he walked fast.Lobsang Tenzin Lama has been grazing on alpine pastures since he was a child. He has never seen such a beautiful meadow. It is like a huge colorful pulu woven by his grandmother. How many colors are there in the rainbow? The colorful flowers on this meadow There are as many kinds as there are.

"This is really a good place to practice." At this time, he saw a figure flashing by the edge of the forest, it was Yudan!He saw his brother galloping towards him.His face was anxious, his steps were chaotic, all the braids on his head were scattered, his body was ragged, and there was no piece of complete cloth the size of a palm, like a savage living in the forest.He ran and shouted: "Brother——, lama—! Lama——, brother!" Behind Yudan came Dawa Dolma and Grandma Yangjin, who were also unkempt and disheveled.Poor old grandma, she would fall once in two steps, get up and run again, and fall again.It seems that the ground under her feet is not grass, but snow, cotton, and her son's heart!The mother couldn't bear to step down, so she had to fall down again and again.

The three ran to the front of Lama Losang Tenzin, hugging him and crying loudly.Tears of excitement and joy almost drowned the people they cared about day and night.After the lama calmed down, he calmly said to his family as if nothing had happened: "Life and death are the sufferings of reincarnation that cannot be escaped. Your tears really make me feel world-weary." "Brother, you are talking more and more like a lama, but we have been waiting for you here for three days!" Yudan said while wiping tears. "Lama, you...are you injured?" Dawa Dolma asked with concern.

"The power of Buddhism is amazing, let us meet here." Lama Lobsang Tenzin said. "'Yong Jiwu' said, I can wait for you here." Ama Yangjin's tears seemed to be a spring that would not dry up in his eyes, flowing everywhere on his ravine face. "'Yong Jiwu'?" Lobsang Tenzin Lama asked happily: "Can 'Yong Jiwu' speak?" "Yes, Lama." Aunt Yangjin lifted up his sleeves again and wiped the tears of happiness on his face, "Your father is always thinking about his sons over there!" After the storm ended, the family experienced a miraculous life-and-death experience.Yudan held onto Dawa Dolma's robe tightly, and they rolled together in the strong wind. The two of them first floated up, and then fell down. They were ups and downs in the waves of the wind. The two rolled up and dropped like a leaf, but Yudan didn't let go.His powerful arm seemed to be born on Dawa Dolma's body, and he swore in the wind that no force or devil in the world could separate him from Dawa Dolma.He not only wants to protect her, but also protects the child in her womb.After the wind stopped, they fell by a stream, and both of them were unconscious for half a day.It was the ice-cold melting water from the snow-capped mountains in the stream that awakened Yudan.The experience of grandma Yangjin is even more miraculous. When she was blown away by the wind, "Yong Jiwu" got under her body and carried her up. They walked with the wind, just like the legendary fairy and fairy horse.When Yudan and the others found Ama Yangjin at the bottom of this meadow, she was holding "Yong Jiwu" around the neck and whispering.Yang Jin said to his son and daughter-in-law: "Your father wants us to wait for your brother here." From that day on, it was Yang Jin, the mother, who delivered what Duji said to his sons in heaven.Because even Lama Lobsang Tenzin could not understand the words spoken by "Yong Jiwu". Heavenly Husband Exchange.

On the night of the reunion, their tent was pitched by a small lake, leeward from the wind.While waiting for Lama Tenzin in Losang, Yudan returned to the snow mountain and found their luggage again.There is also a small bag of tsampa, but the tea brick is lost, so I cannot drink butter tea tonight.Grandmother Yang Jin looked at her two sons nervously as if she had a great regret, wishing to turn herself into a bowl of hot buttered tea and deliver it to the mouths of her sons. Since going out, Lama Tenzin of Lobsang has to read scriptures once before going to bed after dark, and the place closest to the firepit is usually reserved for him. Ama Yangjin and Dawa Dolma are squeezed under the same sheepskin, and Yudan always sleeps. At the door of the tent, there is something to take care of.Some nights he chased away the wolves that wandered around the tent, and now he is the mainstay of the house. The lama finished today's homework, and Dawa Dolma was squatting on the floor laying a sheepskin mattress, when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach.At the beginning, she wanted to endure it, but in the end she had to sit on the ground in pain, with big drops of sweat dripping down her face. "Hey...hey, Yudan...Grandma..." Grandma Yangjin quickly crawled over, hugged Dawa Dolma and looked at it, and suddenly wept with joy. "My sons, thank the Buddha for his mercy, you are going to be fathers!" She shouted to "Yong Jiwu" outside the tent again: "Duji, did you hear, you are going to be grandpas !" For such a family, the new baby in the family is the happiest, because she has two fathers since she was born.Although one of the two brothers has become a lama, the love and care for the children will not be reduced.She was born on a pilgrimage road, and her destiny was stamped with holiness and traces of suffering from the very beginning. When the moon fell into the lake, Grandma Yangjin took the child out and showed it to the two brothers. It was a delicate and white girl like a lotus flower. Yudan said, "Brother, I should find a Living Buddha to name the child. But this desolate place is up to you to take it." Lobsang Tenzin Lama looked at the moon in the water and blurted out, "Let's call it Ye Sandawa. I hope this name can bring good luck to this child." Yudan said happily: "What a good name. There is a Dawa in the sky and a Dawa in the water. From now on, the two Dawas will be my favorite people." Half a month after Yesandawa was born, the family of pilgrims came to a warm valley.The villages here are relatively dense, and there is a small red temple with only two old monks.What the pilgrims' family didn't expect was that they actually saw Gongba Living Buddha in the temple.The Living Buddha said to them calmly: "I knew that you would not only climb over the first snow mountain on the pilgrimage road, but also bring auspicious news. Come, let me see this child born on the pilgrimage road. " Grandma Yangjin carried the child to the Living Buddha, and Lama Lobsang Tenzin asked, "Dear Living Buddha, are you also here for pilgrimage?" "No," the Living Buddha carried the child over, teasing Yesandawa with an "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." "I just came out of a long-cherished wish." He said quietly. People dare not ask what kind of long-cherished wish Gongba Rinpoche has. The Rinpoche always has words and deeds that are different from ordinary people.But no matter what, not only Lama Tenzin's family, but also the small village of Tangen were extremely festive and auspicious to see the Living Buddha on the pilgrimage.People are simmering at the head of the village, thanking the gods for blessing them, and letting a living Buddha come to their village; praying in front of their own shrines, praying for the safety and auspiciousness of the Gongba Living Buddha.Some business travelers on the post road were also pilgrims. When they heard that a Living Buddha had come to Tangen Village, no matter which sect they believed in, they would temporarily find a place to live in the village and pray for the Living Buddha to bless them. Lama Tenzin's family also lived in that small temple.In the evening, Gomba Rinpoche performed the initiation ceremony for Lama Tenzin of Losang, wishing him victory over all human and non-human disasters in his future journey.Lama Losang Tenzin told the Living Buddha that when he was blown down by a storm on the snow mountain, he saw the face of death, but he was not afraid at all, and his heart was very peaceful. Gongba Living Buddha said: "If you take death as the object of your practice, there is nothing to be afraid of. I want to congratulate you, you have found the way to learn death." "Learn about death?" Lama Lobsang Tenzin asked, "But I didn't learn anything on purpose. I just thought of my own liberation at that time." "Learning to be liberated is to practice the law of death." Gongba Living Buddha said, "In the mirror of death, some people see fear and the flames of hell; The temple is the rain of flowers in heaven, and it is a wonderful fairyland. Some people flee in the face of death, like a panicked little animal when the landslides and the ground crack, but since the ground has collapsed, where else can you escape? ?Therefore, learning death is like learning a skill of swimming, which allows us to swim safely across the river of death and reach the shore of eternal life.” That night, Lama Lobsang Tenzin could not fully understand the words of Gomba Rinpoche. Only when the merciful Rinpoche showed him the majesty of facing death, he gradually realized what the great compassion of the world is. The next morning, a large group of people gathered outside the temple. They not only came to give alms to the living Buddha and the family of pilgrims, but also to ask the living Buddha to touch their heads and bless them.Two old lamas beat an old Dharma drum, and Lama Lobsang Tenzin sat under the seat of the Living Buddha Gompa and followed the old lamas to chant sutras.People came in piously, knelt down in front of the living Buddha, and offered food such as ghee, tea, milk dregs, highland barley, etc. After the living Buddha touched their heads, they bowed and retreated.Among them was an old man who lowered his head very low when he came in, and bent his body almost parallel to the ground when he came in, like a snake gliding along the ground.He stretched out a pair of black hands, and offered two pieces of shortbread cakes to Gompa Rinpoche, and then handed a wooden box of milk dregs to Lama Tenzin, Losang. Gongba Rinpoche touched the old man's head, read auspicious scriptures, and then whispered to him: "Dear benefactor, you have misplaced the donated thing. Change it back." The Living Buddha's voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it, but the person who asked for blessings was trembling with fright.Facing the solemn Dharma image of the Living Buddha Gompa, he had no choice but to take back the milk dregs box in front of Lobsang Tenzin, hugged it to his chest, and said bitterly: "Living Buddha, I am guilty! I should go to hell!" At that time, only Lama Tenzin and the two old monks were in the temple, and the rest were still waiting outside the gate.They didn't understand what happened, but Gongba Living Buddha had seen clearly the life and death.He calmly said to the old man: "I have been waiting for you for many days. How can the conspiracy of the Langsa family escape the compassionate eyes of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas? Let's see, can a Living Buddha with a meager compassion Calm your master's resentful anger." When everyone was still surprised, Gongba Living Buddha grabbed a piece of milk dregs in the wooden box, held it up in front of his eyes, and said, "All the sins of your Langsa family are in it, I am very honored I can take it." The old man yelled in panic: "Living Buddha, don't eat it, it's poisonous..." But Living Buddha Gongba had already swallowed the poisonous milk dregs in one gulp.The people waiting outside seemed to understand something at this moment, they rushed in, but it was too late. That old man was the killer sent by the eldest son of the Langsa family, Tashi Punco, to poison the pilgrims' family.He will not act recklessly like Dagpo Dorje, blocking the footsteps of pilgrims in broad daylight, as he said, this is something even a robber would do.But what he did was a hundred times more sinister than the crime committed by a robber. People knelt on the ground in front of Gongba Living Buddha, and the old man who poisoned him was tied up on the ground by the angry crowd.Yudan and a few young men were so angry that they punched him a few times. The Living Buddha Gongba on the throne stopped them and said, "Don't be rough, children. If grandpa fell into the water, there would be no children or grandchildren who would not help him. No matter what others do Treat you with compassion. This is the dignity of a practitioner. Let this poor old man go and let him go back. If I don’t eat this poisonous milk dregs, the Langsa family will not Recognize your own sinfulness. Lama Losang Tenzin wept and asked, "Living Buddha, why do you show such great compassion?" The poison had already exploded in the belly of the Living Buddha Gomba, and his face began to turn blue and dark, but his expression was still peaceful. "This is not a great compassion, it's just a long-cherished wish of mine. I have finally achieved a relationship with Buddhism. Lama Losang Tenzin, I hope that the death of an ignorant and humble living Buddha can make you see the truth in front of death. Majestic, it can remove all evils from your pilgrimage." The sad tears of the people under the seat of the Living Buddha almost drowned themselves. They shouted in despair: "Living Buddha, please don't abandon us! How should we live when you are gone?" At this moment, Gomba Rinpoche seemed to have just entered into a quiet and serene state of meditation. Crossing the insurmountable gap between life and death was like stepping over a small hurdle in front of the house. He slightly closed his eyes and said softly: "What I abandon is only my body; what I leave to you is the light of Buddha nature." As a traveler on a long journey, he must always pay attention to the fact that some roads on the earth suggest some kind of error and often lead people astray. Such roads either mean death or belong to the devil.Even an experienced traveler will accidentally walk on this kind of path that is often not even exposed to the sun.Just like people who have been walking at night for a long time, they will always meet lonely ghosts. A fork road diverged from the post road, and it became narrower and darker as it went, until finally it ended in a small village.It is said to be a village, but in fact there are only six or seven families, dotted scattered on the hillside.This is a small village hidden deep in the folds of the mountains. From a distance, the Tibetan-style Tuzhang House looks like the matchboxes carried by the horses in the Han area. The walls and roofs of the Tuzhang House are often missing edges and corners. , I don't know if it was blown away by the wind, or eaten by those reckless beasts on the mountain.These lonely houses, timidly scattered in the arms of the deserted mountains, are not as strong as a rock standing upright.The devil behind the dark clouds roars from time to time, devouring all living beings; the bandits and strong men under the snow-capped mountains, when the sparse barley on the barren slopes turn yellow, they whistle sharply, bringing news of death; the old bears in the forest, except in winter , wandering around the village smelling the smell of blood for more than half a year.People curl up in this matchbox-like house and become the weakest creatures.Even the roar of the wind is louder than the singing of people. What is more pitiful than people are those honest and honest yaks.The devil's plague afflicted them, bandits shot them, and bears and leopards hunted them down.Now one of them is old, and people's hungry stomachs are filled with imaginings of blood-red beef.Imagination certainly cannot fill the stomach, but imagination can drive people to do the most cruel things. People here have a peculiar way of killing cattle. They like to eat fresh beef with blood and even the body temperature of the cow.If a cow is killed with a knife, the blood will be lost from the meat, so that men cannot be replenished with the courage to face harsh nature, nor can women be given the power of love.They want to fill the strong muscles of the cattle with the fresh blood of the cattle.Just like a musk deer catcher, before killing it, he always tries to make the musk deer secrete more musk.They need more blood in the meat of that old yak. Cow killing has become a festival in this lonely village.Several men trapped the cow, and then one rushed up and hugged the cow's neck, and the other man used a looped leather rope to wrap around the nose of the cow, and when he pulled hard with both hands, the cow felt suffocated. "Oh ho ho, tighten up, tighten up!" The people around stomped and shouted in unison, cheering for the two guys.It was like a little war, tense, bloody, cruel.The cow began to struggle, and the sad eyes were streaming down tears, not knowing whether it was because of the uncomfortable suffocation or the deep sorrow.But this didn't move the hungry people at all. They shouted and danced excitedly, as if hot cow blood had been poured into their bodies, and they became manic like dying cows. But the cow's hunger for life is greater than the hunger of the people.It jumped up violently, and threw away the two guys who wanted to subdue it. The cow let out a long cry of grief and anger, and ran up the hill. A group of people behind the cow chased after it, but how could they catch up? What about an escaped creature? Seeing that the cow was about to cross a mountain ridge ahead and flee into the forest.Not only can people not eat bloody beef, they can't even smell the fishy smell of cattle. Suddenly a gunshot came from the mountain ridge, and the cow fell to the ground in response.The cow chasers were stunned for a moment, and rushed to the side of the cow that was kicking on the ground. They picked up the blood gushing out of the spring and stuffed it into their mouths, like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves.The mountain wind was so cold and hard, that if he hesitated for a moment, the cow's blood would turn into lumps. Then, with their mouths full of blood, they looked up and looked for the man who had fired the gun, with rage in their eyes, as if they were looking for a man who had murdered his father. Three passers-by rode down from the ridge, followed by a mule carrying a pack.Judging from the costumes, they are one master and two servants, but the master looks too young, and one of the servants looks too old.Elderly people at this age should generally recite scriptures and practice Buddhism at home. People from the village surrounded them, and several men had already put their hands on the handles of their knives. It seemed that a fight was inevitable. "Guests from afar, why did you kill our cattle?" An old man stepped forward and asked. "Haha, it's strange for you to ask. I put down your runaway cows, and thought you should invite us to drink butter tea." The young master said. "Who asked you to shoot? We have our own methods of killing cattle. If you break our rules, don't blame us for cutting off your heads." Na'an said coldly. The young master was not intimidated, he just held the gun horizontally in front of him.These savage-like savage tribes didn't even have decent clothes. Everyone dug three holes in a sheepskin, leaving their heads and hands outside, like sheep walking on two legs.Buddha, why don't you come to educate these barbarians? "I saw you killing cattle on the mountain ridge, aren't you afraid of going to hell?" The old man sneered and said, "Hell? Don't we live in hell? Look at the hills around you. There are more human-eating devils than people in the village. Have you ever seen such desolate and sinister creatures in hell?" place?" "No." The young master said arrogantly, "I have never seen such an unreasonable barbarian." "Then you are right. Let's do it!" Ah Lao yelled, and the men behind him screamed strangely, and then rushed forward ferociously.Before the three people on the horse could react, they were overturned to the ground.There was a sudden chaos on the mountain road, and the young master reached out and grabbed a man's fluffy hair during the scuffle, but he immediately screamed in pain.The hair pricked like thorns.He found that the palm of his hand was already a piece of fuzzy flesh, and more than a dozen small needles were stuck in the flesh.He cried out to his companions: "Be careful, they have needles in their hair! Where did this barbarian tribe come from?" The three of them were quickly turned over, tied up and hung from a tree at the entrance of the village.The luggage and belongings he brought were all looted by the villagers.A few men were sharpening their knives on the rocks by the roadside, and they were designated as executioners by Mr. A in the village. The old man who directed the crowd to rob, looked like a well-educated person.He rolled up his sleeves and walked in front of the three, with no guilt on his face for wanting to kill three innocent people, as if in front of him were just three lambs waiting to be slaughtered.He said to them slowly: "Which of you can recite scriptures?" "As long as there is a Tibetan who can talk, there is no one who can't chant scriptures." The young master said. "Then hurry up and recite a few auspicious scriptures for your next life. We still have to divide the beef. Alas, you unlucky ghosts have spoiled our appetite, so you must die today. You must know, young man, Killing a cow is more important than celebrating the festivals of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas." At this time, the old servant who was also tied up said, "Master, please beg for mercy. For the sake of the compassion of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, please let us live." The young master said contemptuously: "Savage tribes like them still have Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in their hearts, which is really a rare thing in the snowy Buddha land. Let's do it, don't be wordy." The arrogance on the old man's face was even stronger than that of the young master, "Savage tribe? Before you reincarnate in the next life, I want you to know that our tribe belongs to the noble Langsa family." The Ronza family?The three tied up wretches immediately saw the hope of survival, and the old servant immediately said loudly: "You bastard, don't hurry up and kneel down, do you want to chop off the head of the young master of the Langsa family?" The old man who was still arrogant just now got a little shorter, bent over and lowered his head and asked, "Then...then that, I would like to ask the guests from afar, where...where do you come from?" "Under Kawagebo Snow Mountain." The old servant said proudly. Ah Lao fell to his knees with a "plop", tearing up and down, and slapping the ground with his hands up and down, "Guilty, guilty! Master...Master, we have been waiting for the master of the Langsa family for several generations. It's gone." In an instant, he changed from a cold old killer to a kid who found his father. "Put us down soon!" The young master seemed to be in a dream, and this dream was worth remembering not because they were able to survive a desperate situation, but because he found the feeling of being a master again. The three passers-by who narrowly escaped death were the second young master Dapo Dorje of the Langsa family, the old housekeeper Yeshe Tsering and the servant Renduo.They were let down from the "decapitated tree" and then welcomed into the village as honorable hosts. All the people in the village, whether they were women, children or tough men, bowed their heads below their knees when they saw them. In order to find the "Three Hidden Treasures" that make a Khampa man proud--a fast knife, a fast gun and a good horse, they have been out for almost half a year; In order to escape another even more wrong marriage, he had to embark on a long road of exile. They were invited into the old man's fireplace.That old man was named Solang Gonpo, and he was the oldest person in the village. In fact, he was not yet fifty years old, but he looked as if he was eighty years old.But in this harsh environment, he is already living a long life, because men generally don't live to be more than forty years old, and women live even shorter.Solang Gonpo said that hundreds of years ago, their ancestors followed the ancestors of the Langsa family to exile from the holy land of Lhasa to eastern Tibet. The war separated them from the Langsa family. A silver mine was opened on the snow mountain, and several men in the family escaped later, but they still could not escape the arrangement of fate.They knew that the members of the Langsa family came to the foot of the Kawagebo Snow Mountain in the Lancang River Canyon, but every time they wanted to continue migrating, they would be driven back by other tribes as soon as they took the official road, because they were regarded as savages.Although this place is as difficult and terrifying as hell, but if you can live, what is so terrible about hell? "Master, it was the blessing of our ancestors who sent you to save us from hell!" Suolang Gonpo said while toasting. Ancestral blessing?After drinking that bowl of wine, Dapo Dorje thought, what does the Langsa family have to do with me now?I hate the insidiousness and cunning of this family.He said: "You have a family, a house and a woman here, aren't you doing well?" Suolang Gonpo burst into tears. He wiped away his tears and said, "My lord, here, more people die than are born every year, and robbers and devils come more often than the rain from the sky. Their cavalry When rushing into the village, as long as it is a girl who has just grown up, it is like an eagle catching a lamb, grabbing her hair and dragging her away. Why do our people hide so many needles in their hair? They are afraid of being caught by them. " Dapo Dorje thought of the needle he caught when he was fighting with them in the afternoon, and his palm was still aching.People are really driven to a hurry, and they can think of any way.He asked, "Don't you have good guns and knives?" "We can't beat them. They are some people who are with the devil. Their knives can cut a person in half with a single blow, and the person can take two steps before the body is separated. There are big groups The blood will come out." Suolang Gonpo still had lingering fear when he mentioned the bandits' knives. "Oh, finally let me hear the legend of a good knife." Dapo Dorje said to his old housekeeper with relief. "Quickly tell me, where is this knife? Who hit it?" "Then you have to find Kimi who has no nose, he is a guy who knows how to use knives." Suolang Gonpo said. "No-nose Kimi, who is it? Where is it?" Dapo Dorje asked. "Go out from here, ten stops away, there is a big post station called Heifenglin, go there and find out who is Kimi without a nose, and they will lead you to find him." "Then let's start tomorrow." Dapo Dorje said impatiently.They have been out for such a long time, all the way to find out where there are fast knives, fast guns and good horses that Tibetan men like.Someone told them that if you want to find a fast gun, you should go to Tibet, if you want to find a fast knife, you should go to eastern Tibet, and if you want to find a good horse, you must go to the grasslands of northern Tibet.They did see a lot of knives, guns and good horses, but Dabo Dorje always believed that these three treasures should be related to a legend, connected with some kind of destiny, and in line with the will of the gods. They left the horrible village the next day.They arrived in six days after a ten-day journey to Heifenglin Station.Sure enough, as Suolang Gonpo said, no one here does not know that "Noseless Kimi".They found him in a cave under the cliff behind the inn.This noseless fellow, with only two deep nostrils above his lips, resembled a strange ape, so that he could only live a solitary life.Anyone who meets him will regard him as a devil.But from the moment Dapo Dorje saw him, he concluded that the sword he was looking for must be in the hands of this person.Because the mercy of the Buddha is always fair, although he has no nose, he has a pair of leopard-like eyes as bright as lightning, and the cold light of a precious sword seems to be hidden in his eyes when looking at people. "Noseless Kimi" used to have a nose, of course.He turned out to be a swordsman from a noble family, and this profession was once very popular.When people want to buy knives, they always invite him to observe the appearance of the knives, especially those noble people, whose sabers are often priceless.Therefore, one word from Kimi may make those who sell and fight knives have nothing to worry about for a year.But he is a loyal and honest guy, and he has his own unique skills. He often doesn't give those knife dealers face and ruins their good deals.Kimi has his own way of identifying knives, usually through four procedures: looking at knives, listening to knives, smelling knives, and testing knives.To see a knife is to observe its appearance, its length, thickness, shape, edge, handle, etc.; The bells in the temple linger, and it’s like a beautiful woman humming alone when there is no one; smelling a knife is the smell of a knife, the smell of a good knife is like nectar in a drought, and the frankincense on a girl’s chest is refreshing and refreshing. To be intoxicated; and to test the sword, of course, is to discuss the movement of the sword. A good sword is in the hand, and the sword is one with the human. When the heart arrives, the sword arrives.These harsh conditions, if there is one that does not meet Kimi's standards, he will not say that it is a good knife.Once, an insidious knife dealer couldn't bear his truth, so he secretly sprinkled pepper on a knife, and then sent it to him for identification.After watching and listening, Kimi put the knife up to his nose and sniffed, and the spicy pepper on the knife choked into his nose.Poor Kimi sneezes so hard that the knife slices his nose off. "That's how people called me Noseless Kimi," Kimi said, covering his face with his hands.In front of distinguished guests, he always likes to cover his face when speaking.他曾经用酥油拌上松树胶，做了一个假鼻子按在脸上，可是他却见不得阳光，太阳一晒，假鼻子就融化了。 “其实没有鼻子也什么，口能吃眼能看耳能听，能走能跑还能做事，还不是跟常人一样。”益西次仁安慰道。 “我再不能做刀相师了。”没鼻子的基米说。 “我们去把那个可恶的刀商杀了，为你报仇。”达波多杰说。 “刀已经帮我报了仇啦。那把削掉我鼻子的刀，有一天自己就跳进了那个刀商的肚子里，他从马背上滚下来，滚到了刀尖上。你们要知道，每一把宝刀都是有尘缘的。”没鼻子的基米从脸上放下了自己的手，“我的命一生都和刀有关，在我刚出道的时候，观刀的法力还不够深，有的宝刀被我看成一般的刀，流入一些凡夫俗子的手里，他们用宝刀去砍柴、宰杀牲畜，做一些琐碎的事情，随便丢在院子里墙角边，从来不去打磨它，只让时光将一把宝刀慢慢锈蚀。就像一个人，本来具足做活佛的善根，因为人们没有开慧眼，不知道他就是佛，他身上的佛性也就慢慢被世俗的尘埃掩盖了。刀也有自己的灵性啊，你怠慢轻薄了它，它也会生气哩。” 达波多杰说：“基米的话可真让我们大开眼界了。现在世界上还有宝刀吗？” 没鼻子的基米又把手捂在了自己的脸上。“良马配好鞍，宝刀配英雄。在英雄还没有死光的年代，宝刀当然是有的。只是要看这位少爷跟宝刀有没有因缘。” “我为了寻找一把和男儿的雄心相配的宝刀，连老爷都不做，流浪异乡半年多了，这段尘缘还不够吗？”达波多杰急切地说。 “不是够不够的问题，而是和宝刀的缘起有没有像彩虹一样升起的事情。缘起未到，宝刀和英雄的荣耀便不会被四方传唱；当宝刀和英雄赢得了名声后，尘缘也了断了。” “你说的这样一把刀，只有神界才会有了。”益西次仁说。 “有的人往返于神界和人间之间，为什么就不能拥有这样一把刀呢？”没鼻子的基米反问道。 “那么，他会是谁呢？”达波多杰问。 “我儿子。”没鼻子的基米木然的说。 达波多杰激动得一把抓住了没鼻子的基米，“你儿子？他在哪里？他有这样的一把宝刀吗？” “有，在他的尸骨身上。”没鼻子的基米冷冷地说，“睡觉吧，那边有一块空处，你们三个刚好挤得下。明天，你们就会知道一把宝刀和一个人的命运。”他往那空处扔了一捆青稞杆，权当为客人铺了床，然后兀自蜷缩到洞的一边睡了。