Chapter 10 Fruit Volume Chapter 5-1

One person and one rider appeared on the vast and empty wasteland, the blue sky was very close to him, and the strong sunlight surrounded him, as if he had emerged from the clouds in the sky.The Gobi Desert on this plateau seems to be still in prehistoric society, with huge glacial boulders spreading between the sky and the earth, barbaric and desolate.Tens of thousands of years ago, the glacier had the desire to float to the sea, and it carried the rocks on the mountain with it to the sea, but the heavy footsteps of the rocks could not keep up with the light figure of the glacier, and they were held back by the earth all the way. Heaps, scattered on the channel of the glacier, are like frozen dreams, and like glacial eggs all over the ground, waiting for the rebirth of the next new era.

The land was dry and desolate, and the strong sunlight intoxicated the wilderness, making it constantly conjure some hellish phantoms in front of the riders.Devils are dancing in the sky, but the fire of hell is burning around.The dust raised by the horseshoes lingered for a long time, as if it had formed a small yellow cloud.The rider rode his horse and whipped his whip in the wilderness, not knowing whether he was escaping from hell or going to hell, he was like the last animal on this planet, running for his life before the end of the world. In fact, he is the incarnation of the devil, a killer wandering around the snowy plateau.Lonely, cruel, cruel, ignorant.He only lives for three things: money, women, and wine, but he often can't eat enough, can't find a warm fire pit, and can't find a love that belongs to him; although he has wandered all over the world, he is so poor Not even money to buy a pair of boots.The wandering, depraved and evil life made this killer named Ang Qing full of resentment towards life. On the desolate and barren Gobi Desert, because of loneliness and frustration, he often cursed his own shadow, "You are always like a dog. What are you doing with me, why don't you roll off the cliff? Why don't I stab you?"

The Langsa family at the foot of the Kawagebo snow mountain is looking for such a killer who mortgaged his soul to the devil. They have hired him to track down the descendants of the Duji family for more than half a year.Tashi Pingcuo, the leader of the Lancang River Valley, is also a guy who works with the devil. The compassion of Gomba Living Buddha did not let him see the sins of his life, but made his sinister heart even more cruel.Since a person dares to kill a living Buddha with poison, he is a devil in the world.When Zhaxi Pingcuo heard that the Living Buddha Gongba had eaten the poisonous milk dregs before the pilgrim, and tried to influence him with great compassion, the guy with a heart darker than the devil said: "These people only know A lama who studies scriptures and loves vanity, I really don’t see how his death can stop the Langsa family from avenging the murder of their father.” He gave the killer Aung Tsing a load of silver as a reward for all Tibetans Respecting the long-headed Lama, Tashi Pingcuo did not tell this guy that the person he was going to kill was a lama, but only told him that he would kill Alasi, a descendant of Duji's family, if he found out about it.

On this hot afternoon, the killer Ang Qing blocked the pilgrims' family of four on a mountain ridge at the end of the wasteland. He planned to do today's work by a mountain spring.The mountain spring is on the half-cliff, a dozen steps away from the mountain path below, and there is a water-taking path leading to it.He concluded that the family would take a rest under this mountain spring like all passers-by, fill the sheepskin bag with water, and continue on their way.Ang Qing thought, today he will fulfill the promise of a killer. Here they came, already tired of walking, and led a mule.The family of the pilgrims intends to spend the night in the village below the mountain ridge. They will always go to the destination of the day first, and make buttered tea for Lama Tenzin, Losang. Sit down and drink tea.Yudan asked his grandmother and Dawa Dolma to wait for him by the side of the road with the baby in their arms, and he climbed up the cliff to fetch water.When he saw the clear spring water, he also found the gloomy guy by the spring water, and an ominous feeling filled his heart.He was wearing a shabby felt hat with a wide brim, the color of the Tibetan robe on his body was unrecognizable, and the toes of the boots were exposed, but the scabbard around his waist showed half of the shiny blade. Being scrubbed, also like its owner, craves bloodthirsty every day.

Yudan smiled at him, stuck out her tongue, and then used her sheepskin bag to draw water from the spring. "Is it from the Duji family at the foot of Kawagebo Snow Mountain?" The guy's voice was hoarse and deep, sounding as cold and cold as iron. "Yes, you are..." Yudan saw that the man on the other side of the spring had subconsciously pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, and his heart skipped a beat, as if he had been doused from head to toe by the cold spring water. through.His mind is very clear now. "I am Ang Qing, the killer sent by the Langsa family." He is an anonymous guy with a hard heart.

"Hush—please keep your voice down!" Yudan didn't even understand why he did this, but he knew that today was doomed.The killer Ang Qing was also very strange. Among the countless souls he had killed, when they heard his name, they would either jump up and fight him, or their faces would have turned ashen. "My daughter just fell asleep. Ang Qing, is your name Ang Qing? Please don't wake my daughter up for what you are going to do." Yudan said in a low voice, as if discussing an ordinary matter with someone. "Oh, you are such a good father." The killer stood up and kicked a small stone into the spring water. There was a "boom" when the stone entered the water, and Yudan looked down nervously, as if this would also happen. Waking up his daughter's sweet dreams.

At this time Dawa Dolma shouted from below: "Hey, did you hit the water? Who are you talking to?" "It's hit." Yudan stretched his head down, and saw Grandma Yangjin sitting on a stone on the side of the road with the child in her arms. Dawa Dolma put her hand on her forehead and looked up. "When I meet a friend from my hometown, I will come as soon as I say a few words." He said to his wife. "Hey, am I your friend?" the killer Ang Qing asked. "From now on, let it be. My friend, you are here to kill Arasi." "Exactly. This guy's life's worth a load of money."

"I am Alasi." Yudan said calmly.From the moment he saw the killer Ang Qing, he was determined to protect his elder brother's Buddhahood with his own life like Gongba Living Buddha. "I know you are a good man. One arrow shot my employer's father into the underworld. It's a pity, it's your turn today." The killer Ang Qing said indifferently. "It's a bad relationship, and there will always be a break. My friend, I just want to ask you not to kill me in front of my family. They are all women." "Do you want to find a knife to fight with me?" Ang Qing obviously listened to the other party's proposal.

Yudan said: "No need. What are we doing wielding knives and guns in front of an old man, a woman, and a child? Besides, if you can't kill me, the bad relationship between our family and the Langsa family cannot be broken." "So where do I start?" the killer asked. Yudan was really troubled by this question.Being killed is a trivial matter, but bringing endless grief to the family is a major matter.But how can a man's blood not frighten a woman's tender and loving heart? "I don't know." Yudan replied truthfully.He was thinking that his brother could kowtow to his long head with peace of mind now, and no one would bother him again.

"Let's do it here, but I can't bear to spoil this spring water. Look, how clear this mountain spring is, like a woman's eyes, it reminds me of a woman I once loved, but she didn't love at all Me. Well, I have committed enough crimes, please do me a favor and make my crimes a little lighter.” A killer pleaded with the person who was about to be killed, this was the first time in Ang Qing’s career as a killer. once. "Then let's go back to the mountain road. After we've walked for a while, I'll come back and find you." Yudan thinks this method is feasible, so that he can say goodbye to Dawa Dolma, Grandma, and his own daughter. It's time.

"You won't run, will you?" the killer said incredulously. "Will I leave my grandmother, wife and daughter to you?" Yudan asked rhetorically. "Oh," the killer Ang Qing sighed, "Why did the devil let me have a good man with a family. You go first, I will follow your shadow." He forgot that he was also a devil. When Yudan came down, he saw Dawa Dolma take the water bag from him, but he didn't drink it himself. He first poured a bowl into Grandma's wooden bowl, and then took a sip into his mouth, but he didn't swallow it. , but waited for the water to warm up in the mouth, then pointed the mouth to the daughter's small mouth, and fed her small mouthfuls.Yesandawa didn't sleep, she looked at her mother and then at her father with her black eyes open.Yudan couldn't help but hugged his daughter and kissed her delicate cheek hard, but his eyes became moist for some reason. After Dawa Dolma took a big sip of water, she saw her husband wiping his eyes, and she asked, "What's wrong with you, Yudan?" "No...it's nothing, the sand fell into my eyes." Yudan hurriedly returned the child to Dawa Dolma, and concealed the tears that were about to flow by bending down to pick up the luggage on the ground. He dug out his own wooden bowl from the luggage, filled the bowl with water, handed it to "Yong Jiwu", and said softly to it: "Dad, drink it. From now on... you have to find it by yourself." Drink the water." "Yong Jiwu" drank the water in the wooden bowl in one gulp, shook his head, and made a "wheezing and wheezing" sound from his mouth, like a person sobbing, his eyes fluttered, and two big tears fell down. "What happened to 'Yong Ji Wu'?" Dawa Dolma asked. "It's nothing." Yudan stroked "Yong Jiwu"'s neck, "The wind and sand are really big." "There's no wind." Grandma Yang Jin said wonderingly. "It's time for us to go." Yudan thought fortunately, luckily Grandma didn't see what Papa wanted to say. The three continued on their way.Grandma led "Yong Jiwu" and walked in front, Dawa Dolma walked in the middle with the child in her arms, and Yudan walked in the end with a small luggage on her back.Only he knows that there is another devil following his shadow all the way.Now, he is not afraid of the killer behind him, he only feels sorry for the relatives in front of him.I'm leaving them, how will they take care of my brother in the future.There is still a long way to go to Lhasa. According to the current way of going, we will not be able to arrive in another year.Who will protect them from the wind and rain in the future, who will help them drive away wild animals, who will help them carry their bags? "Yudan, hurry up, Grandma is already ahead." Dawa Dolma urged without looking back.She felt her husband's footsteps behind her getting heavier and heavier. "Dawa, Dawa..." "What's up?" "Dawa, Dawa..." "What's the matter, Yudan?" Dawa Dolma turned around, and saw her husband's abnormal and affectionate face.She didn't know that this was the face of her husband standing on the threshold of death and yearning for the world, and she didn't know that every call from her husband was concerned with his two Dawas, and she didn't know that his heart was crying silently. Yudan forced a smile on her face to hide her inner panic, "I'm calling my two Dawas." Ever since the child was born, Yudan would call Dawa Dawa whenever she was happy, so that everyone would not know him. Are you calling your wife or your daughter?In a happy man's heart, his wife and daughter are equally important. He calls one name, but his heart is actually filled with two happiness. There was a whistle from behind, sharp and hasty, the roar of the god of death who wanted to chase after him. This ghost.Yudan thought bitterly in her heart. "Yudan, there's a man on a horse behind him, is that the friend you mentioned?" Dawa Dolma looked back. "yes." "Why doesn't he come with us?" Dawa Dolma asked. "He likes to go out on his own." "He doesn't look like a farm man. What does he do?" "He does business." "How can there be a person who came out to do business? Yudan, I don't think he is a good person." "He's doing business... well, don't worry about him, Zhuoma, Grandma has already gone to the front." "Grandma is thinking about making tea for her brother today, so she walks very fast," Dawa Dolma said. Yudan looked at his mother's short but strong figure in front of the mountain road, her staggering but firm steps, and her white hair glowing pale in the sun. For some reason, he suddenly felt lost in saying goodbye to his mother. courage and confidence.It wasn't that the killer behind was in a hurry, nor was it that he was timid about going to death, but that he couldn't guarantee that his tears would not flow when facing his mother's suffering back; There is no guarantee that I will regain my desire to survive. ——When Dad was around, Mom still had white hair. He couldn't say goodbye to Grandma, and he didn't dare to.He has admitted since he was a child that he is not as brave as his brother.He was often shy because of his timidity. When his elder brother avenged his father by killing the head of Pema Gyalzan, in his mind, his elder brother was like a Dharma protector protecting the family's honor and pride.He even thought that Dawa Dolma loved his brother so affectionately—how could he not know the depth of Dawa Dolma's love? ——He will never get it in his life. If his elder brother does not become a lama, he will always be just the younger brother in Dawa Dolma's love.Of course she loves him too, but the love she gives him may be very different from the love she has for her brother.On this point, Yudan is clearer than anyone else. But only God knows how much he loves them. Well, let me make amends now.he thinks.In the end, he stared affectionately at the two kindly figures in front of him, and said to them silently, Gomba Rinpoche, please give me the courage to die like a good man.Grandma, Dawa, the disaster of people on the pilgrimage should be over.Inhuman disasters can only be counted on you.In the end, he embedded the backs of his relatives deeply into his eyes, blended into his own life, and then turned and walked towards the devil. A few minutes later, Dawa Dolma did not hear Yudan's familiar footsteps behind her. She looked back and saw that the mountain road was empty, only the mountain wind whimpered.She was still urging her husband, Yudan, to hurry up!She didn't know that a silent killing had been completed, and she didn't know that Yudan had proved the deepest and most extensive love in the world with her own death.This unswerving love was condensed with life and blood, one part was given to Dawa Dolma, and the other part was given to his elder brother Lobsang Tenzin Lama. The killer Ang Qing did not expect this job to be done so neatly.The slain man walked towards the tip of his knife calmly and bravely, as if putting down a bag of gold coins with every step, every step would reduce the troubles and sufferings of life, and every step would add more honor and pride.On the proud chest of the opponent, he had to stab that knife, let him go to heaven, and himself go to hell. Ang Qing had already heard the call of the victim's wife. This guy who was in league with the devil suddenly felt frightened this time.He hurriedly got on his horse and fled. At that time, after the massacre, Lama Tenzin of Lobsang was still continuing his practice on the barren wasteland.The sun above the head is still very strong, there is not even a single grass, only some drought-resistant thorns, the branches are full of thorns, it seems that it is a luxury to grow a leaf.When the lama kowtowed to the ground, he was often pulled by these thorns. Fortunately, the cassock he was wearing was already stripped, and the thorns were just combing the tattered cassock again and again. There was a vulture patrolling the sky, and it hadn't found any meat for a long time.Sometimes it finds that the figure on the ground will lie motionless on the ground for a long time. According to its intuition, this person is about to die, and it is waiting for a gluttonous feast.Vulture estimated that it would not be long before this man would never get up again.A few days ago, it and its partners emptied a dead horse in this wasteland. The horse, like this man, struggled for more than an hour, and finally fell to the ground and became their meal. , when it and its partner landed on the horse, the horse's eyes hadn't closed yet.But more than two hours passed today, and the figure on the ground was always squirming, that person got up crookedly, and knelt down crookedly to the ground.It seemed that this was how the man walked on the earth.The vulture fluttered its wings in disappointment, and rushed into the hot and dry blue sky. The lama's whole body has become one with the brown earth, and the dust chases his figure up and down on the wasteland.Except for two black eyeballs and white eye sockets, his hair and every inch of exposed skin have been polished by the earth to be as hard and rough as a rock. It is not so much a person as that It is a stone that never stops moving on the earth. The earth has been scorched by the scorching sun, and it is trembling.The Lama Tenzin of Losang was unable to see the road ahead clearly under the bright sunlight. Everything was distorted by the sunlight, rising crookedly towards the sky.The figures of some devils also appeared in front of the lama, and they were also deformed by the sun, dangling listlessly in mid-air.Every time the lama fell to the ground, he didn't want to get up again, he was longing for the eagle in the sky to come down quickly and take his heavy, tired and dilapidated body to the sky.Its shadow wandered the ground in front of him like a snake slithering soundlessly through the dust.How he wants to drink a bowl of tea now!But what about the tea maker? After going out for more than a year, he has bent down to the earth every day, and he has been able to distinguish the language of the earth and read the articles of the earth.He knows better than ordinary people when a river has rushed by here, in what season the land has been in full bloom and green, and where the figure of the traveler is and how far the footsteps of the devil are.Once, on a hillside, he heard the quarrel that was brewing before the mudslide broke out. He decisively gave up kowtow and asked everyone to pass that section of the mountain road as soon as possible. As soon as they turned over the hillside, the side slope flew up and slid into the valley. .As soon as the sun jumped out from the distant horizon this morning, it felt hot. The dewdrops on the ground turned out to be bitter. He tasted these bitter dewdrops when he kowtowed for the first time, and he also saw them as small Rolling everywhere like stones.The lama's heart was a little flustered, and he was not as concentrated as before. The village in front is called Gebu Village. It is located at the end of this wilderness. There is a forest there, and there are people there.Yesterday, a father and son who went back to the village once gave a small bag of barley to the pilgrim family.They said that there have been no lamas who kowtowed to Lhasa for many years, and they hoped that the lamas would also pray for the people in the village when they kowtowed, and they would make buttered tea for the lama's family in the village.Yesandawa cried all night last night, feeling hot all over, as if she was sick.Therefore, early this morning, Lama Lobsang Tenzin urged Yudan and his wife to take the child to the village to wait for him first, so that the child would be less exposed to the sun and dust in the wild. Ama Yang Jinben said that he would stay with Lama Lobsang Tenzin , but the lama said to her, you should go with them, the child's illness is not yet known, anyway, we meet up in the village ahead when it gets dark. At this time, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes in the distance, and one person and one rider galloped from the road ahead against the sun. The lama heaved a long sigh of relief, you are really a messenger sent by the gods. Soon, the man arrived in front of the lama. Lobsang Tenzin raised his palms above his head and stopped the horse. On the horseback was Ang Qing who had just killed Yudan, but he didn't have the sense of honor of a killer at all, only the lost soul of a guilty conscience.When he saw the lama on the side of the road, he hurriedly reined in the horse's head and threw down a mound of dried beef, which he regarded as a gift to the person who bowed his head, and also as a relief from the sin he had just committed.Then he let go of the rein and wanted to continue on his way. "Dear benefactor, please wait a moment." "That's all I have, Master Lama," said the rider. "I don't need your charity, I just need your mercy." The rider was startled and almost jumped off his horse, because he didn't know why the lama said that.He even put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist in a panic. The lama didn't care about the rider's panic. He asked, "Did you see an old woman, a couple and a child on your way here?" "See...no... see. Who are you?" the rider said in a panic. "It's my mother and brother's family." "What's your brother's name?" "His name is Yudan, and he is a kind and honest brother." "So... what about that guy named Alasi?" Ang Qing felt that he was about to fall off his horse. "It's me who is guilty." The lama replied. "Buddha! Sin..." The reckless killer yelled, knowing that he had killed the wrong person, but now even with the courage of ten devils, he no longer dared to point the knife in his hand at a kowtowing man Lama.Ang Qing saw that the wilderness in front of him was sinking, the earth was cracking, and the flames of hell spewed out from the depths of the earth, really coming towards him.Even if a person mortgages his soul to the devil, he cannot escape the fire of hell.Lama Lobsang Tenzin also saw strangely that a ball of ground fire came out from a crack in the ground in the distance, floating towards the rider's head, like a cloud of red clouds. The rider screamed again, beat the horse and ran away. That hellfire pursued the rider, hanging forever above his head.Poor man, he won't survive tonight.The lama thought compassionately.But the strange behavior of the rider also made Lama Losang Tenzin feel ominous. What happened to his family?Will it be Yesandava?Her life is so weak that even adults can't bear the wind and dust along the way, let alone a baby.He knelt on the ground and read a passage, asking the gods to tell him what to do.As soon as the scriptures were read, his mind was filled with blood, and the blood was mixed with the dust in the sky, winding away to the distance; and his left hand suddenly lost consciousness, it was so numb that he could not lift it, which was never before. Never experienced before.Then he saw three suns lined up in the sky ahead.God's revelation made the lama decide to give up kowtow for the time being and go to his family first. When Lama Losang Tenzin rushed to Yudan's side, his blood was already cold.Grandma Yangjin and Dawa Dolma were already crying. The two women were helpless in the face of a man covered in blood. It was as if they hadn't woken up from a nightmare. It is best for women never to know the perils that men have to face in this world and the courage in their hearts. They only need to know the ending.But they face the blow of the end as much as the men face the disaster of death. The lama knelt beside his younger brother, covering the knife wound on his heart with a pair of warm palms.He touched the loyal and brave heart of his brother, and immediately regained consciousness in his left hand.The bleeding heart of the younger brother was crying, and the cold blood made him tremble, as if telling him the price of a bad relationship.Only then did he understand the revelation of the gods, brotherhood, brotherhood, and now one of his arms is about to be broken. The people in Gebu Village got the news of Yudan's death somehow. Maybe it was the mournful cries of Dawa Dolma and Grandma Yangjin that penetrated the wilderness, or maybe it was Yudan's blood that made the earth feel grief.A group of young men with knives and sticks came on horseback under the leadership of an old man. They told Lama Tenzin, Losang, that they were going to hunt down that unreasonable killer. Facing the death of his own brother, as a practitioner, Lama Tenzin, Lobsang, tried his best to calm the pain in his heart, and tried to visualize the solemnity and compassion of Gomba Living Buddha in the face of death.He dissuaded those good people who wanted to avenge him. He said to them: "My master told me that no matter how others treat you, you must show mercy to him. The man who killed my brother has a foot with I don't have a good pair of boots, and I don't know if he can find a warm hearth tonight. The fire of hell is chasing the dust raised by his horse's hooves. I am afraid that when he dies, he may not have any relatives around him. Isn’t this the best retribution for a villain? With the murderous intention in people’s hearts, retribution will follow for life like a shadow. I don’t want you to bear the crime of killing for your own kindness and chivalry. I have also moved Sinners who have murdered their hearts and have sins in their bodies. On the pilgrimage, every time I kowtow, I am not praying for my afterlife, but just washing away the sins on my body bit by bit. If I could treat it with mercy The murderous intentions of others, and the greed of others with forgiveness, I would not embark on this pilgrimage of redemption, my master would not dedicate his precious life for my Buddha, and my brother would not Will face a killer's saber. Life is impermanent, life is impermanent... We Tibetans say, we will not know which will come first, tomorrow or the afterlife. But, but..." The lama finally broke down in tears, tears like rain, loudly Shout out to the vast earth: "Where in the world can I find such a good brother in the future!" Zaj is a hero whose skeleton remains, and the skeleton still roams the grasslands.Sometimes nomadic shepherds would kowtow to the wandering bones when they saw him.On a star-studded night, the hero's light radiates from the bones, and people can clearly see it ten miles away, like a guiding light shining on the hero's dream.Ballads chanting heroic stories have been sung in this grassland for many years. They sang about the darkness of the grassland under the rule of the devil many years ago. When the stars in the sky fall, the hero's soul floats to heaven.It also sang that the precious sword on the hero's body stood upright like a snow peak, shone like a star, and opened up the world like lightning.Now this precious sword is still hanging on the hero's bones, waiting for another hero to wear it. The bones of the heroes walked on the grassland, from east to west, from south to north. When people saw the wandering bones of the heroes, they all shed tears and worshiped them, and they all felt compassion.Human heroes are as rare as pearls and as lofty as stars. We are all ordinary people, so the taller and mysterious the hero is, the smaller and humbler the mortal.In this grassland, you have to be a hero, first think about whether you will become another pair of wandering bones, just like Zajie. A long time ago, this fertile grassland was occupied by a group of one-horned unicorns. They are ferocious animals sent by the devil. They are as big as elephants, as cunning as snakes, and as bloodthirsty as wolves.When they ran on the grassland, the earth was beaten like a drum, and when they howled, the sound waves swept everything like a flood.The tigers, leopards, and bears on the grassland were all driven to extinction by them, and then they began to slowly enjoy the gentle cattle, sheep and shepherds on the grassland.The fat and rough tongues of these guys can lick off an arm; their skin is like a rock, and the swords of the shepherds cut it, either curling the edge or breaking it; tickle.Not to mention the single horn on top of their heads, which is harder than iron and sharper than a sword.The corner is also turned up in a beautiful arc, any animal is thrown into the sky by it, and then its giant hoof like a foot, when the opponent lands, it will kick its head, and the creatures under the hoof will either The internal organs burst, or the body was smashed to pieces. When Zajie came to this horrible grassland, he was not like now, only a set of bones. At that time, he was a lone knight who traveled all over the world.In those days, as long as you had a sword, courage, and a good horse, the world was in your hands, and the most beautiful girl was in your arms.That day when he rode his horse through the prairie, a beautiful girl under the white cloud said to him, if you really love me, please stay; if you are a real hero, please kill all the unicorns that run rampant in the prairie. The hero Zajie said with a smile, not to mention the one-horned dragon, but the dragon with two horns, the dragon with three horns, and the dragon with nine horns. What is there to be afraid of? The girl said, Hero, we only ask you to kill a dragon with one horn.Every time you kill a unicorn, you can pick a girl to accompany you on this grassland. The hero asked, then, how many unicorns are there on the grassland? The girl said, not many, only a little more than a herd of cows, probably only two or three hundred head. The hero laughed, I can't afford to enjoy so many girls. The girl said that a true hero should have such a blessing. So Zajie started a war against the unicorn for love and for the dream of a hero.Zajie's heroic spirit comes from the treasured sword on his waist, which is an unparalleled sword after his father searched all over the world for good swords.On the day that Zhajie pursued his dream of being a hero, his father personally hung that knife around his waist.As soon as the sword is on his body, Zajie becomes a hero. Just like when spring comes, everything begins to recover and grow. The sword also makes Zajie's heroic spirit grow day by day.When he came to the prairie ravaged by unicorns, the unrivaled unicorns were nothing more than jumping grasshoppers in his eyes.Besides, behind him, there were so many beautiful girls looking forward to him. The story of the hero Zajie catching and killing the unicorn dragon, just like the love between Zajie and the girls, is still being sung many years later.He led the unicorn to a big tree, the unicorn rushed over, Zajie dodged and hid behind the tree, the sharp horns of the unicorn went deep into the tree, and then Zajie sang Ge'er swung a knife and chopped off the head of the unicorn dragon.His sword is as fast as lightning and can stab straight into the heart of a unicorn.He ate tsampa mixed with the huge bleeding heart of a unicorn dragon, which made him full of courage and pride.The unicorn dragons fell under his knife one after another, and the girls sang happily under his body.On those beautiful nights, groups of unicorns wailed at the edge of the grass, while cheerful songs rang out from the tents every night. Only the last unicorn remains.It is the king of beasts, a close relative of the devil.The hero Zajie fought with it for three months, but did not kill it.Zaj led it to the tree, but it overturned the tree by its roots; Zaj led it into the trap, but it jumped out of the trap.Later, Zajie made a trap with strong and thick yak rope, and dropped a huge boulder at one end of the trap, and threw it into the lake that was about to freeze in autumn. In winter, Zajie led the unicorn to the frozen lake. The ice on the lake is as thick as a person, like a solid white armor, covering the once blue and jade-like lake.They fought on the ice, stirring up the white mist soaring into the sky. Zajie retreated while fighting, and the one-horned dragon pressed on step by step. Finally, it stepped into the trap set by Zajie. As soon as it lifted its foot, the noose was tightened Once, the more it struggled, the tighter the noose became.It was held fast by tough yak ropes, and it was dragged by thick ice.Zaj laughed, and a string of songs flew out of his throat.The girls stood tall and graceful on the bank, shouting and cheering, secretly calculating who could walk into Zajie's tent with honor and happiness tonight; the men were thinking about how to greet their heroes with white hada and highland barley wine.The extremely powerful unicorn was firmly caught by the rope, but it still refused to admit defeat.It jumped and struggled, its huge hoofs shook the thick ice, shaking the whole lake, making the trees on the shore tremble, an avalanche occurred on the snow mountain by the lake, the hearts of the girls were pulled out of their throats, and the sky was shattered. There was a chill.But the brave Zaj jumped off his horse at this moment and moved forward with a knife.He was going to stab the unicorn in the heart with his knife, and he was going to drink its blood.It was as if he were walking on a beaten drum, and the vibrating ice bounced him three feet high, and he jumped and fell, and fell and bounced.The cunning unicorn intends to use this method to keep the opponent from getting close. Its angry giant hooves ravaged the ice surface, hitting the flat ice surface with huge pits everywhere, and its anger spurted out from the horns on the top of its head. , That is the green flame that only the devil has, people can see clearly, the green flame burns on the ice, and the thick ice is melted.The devil helped the Unicorn at this critical moment, the ice surface cracked, and there were crisp sounds and groans of broken bones and torn hearts.The girls on the shore screamed in unison, and the men knelt down to pray for the protection of the gods.Zajie heard it all, but it made him go forward even more. When his knife was only an arm's length away from the unicorn's heart, the devil at the bottom of the lake suddenly turned over, jumped out, and defeated the hero together with the unicorn Zaj. The frozen lake rolled up, and the sky was shrouded in white and black mist. People no longer heard the hearty laughter and moving songs of the hero Zajie, and no longer saw the hero's vigorous figure and his bright sword.Black and white fog fights in the void, from the lake to the grassland, and from the grassland to the snow-capped mountains.People can only hear the hero's cry and the devil's grin in the fog, and can only judge the hero's tragedy from the rain of blood scattered on the grassland.The white mist and the black mist fought for three days and three nights, and the blood rain also fell on the grassland for three nights and three days. The hero's blood finally ran out, the white mist receded, and the black mist enveloped the world.For a whole winter, people also light torches when they go out during the day. For a whole winter, people don’t see the sun or the moon, but only see a bright star falling in the distance of the grassland. 春天来了，春风终于吹走了统治人间的黑雾。可是人们的生活中再也没有了英雄，姑娘们在一个冬季全都变得白发苍苍，心力交瘁；男人们在冬季里也都沉默无语，悲怆沮丧。大地上重新传来恐怖的足音，那条独角龙从魔鬼的世界里又回来了，只是它的角上神奇地挑着英雄白骨森森的尸骨，不知是它不能将英雄从角上甩下来，还是英雄扎杰还想和它继续搏杀。它走到哪里，英雄扎杰的尸骨就跟到哪里，永远都在它的头顶上方，保持着赴汤蹈火、舍生忘死的骄傲姿势。那把明亮的宝刀还挂在英雄尸骨的腰间，在独角龙的眼前晃来晃去，随时威慑着胡作非为的独角龙，迫使它远离牛羊和渴望平安吉祥的人们。从那以后，独角龙再也不敢来骚扰草原上的牛羊，它不得不整日整夜地和英雄扎杰搏杀。在天气阴霾的黄昏，在风和丽日的夏季，在凄风苦雨的荒原，人们都能看得见英雄扎杰和独角龙仍然在天空和大地上追杀。多年过去了，英雄的尸骨依然完美如初，连一个趾节骨都没有脱落一根，就像英雄的美名在人们口中传诵时，一个细节，一个音节，一滴眼泪，一声叹息，都完美得令人扼腕，高贵得令人敬仰。 “这就是英雄扎杰的故事。他是我的儿子，天底下最勇敢的儿子。” 闻名雪域高原的刀相师、没鼻子的基米的英雄故事讲完了，讲述者和听讲者，泪珠撒落一地。英雄扎杰的故事在没鼻子的基米的火塘边讲了一天一夜，可是谁都忘记了饥饿，忘记了没鼻子的基米栖身的山洞外的星移斗转，日升月落。 达波多杰问：“那片有独角龙的草原在哪里呢？” 他已经知道，只有一段英雄的传奇，才可铸就一把威名远扬的宝刀。这段传奇的上半部分已经演绎完了，下半部分的光辉故事，即将属于他。 “哪里的草原像天空一样辽阔呢？哪里的草原离天最近呢？哪里的草原上湖泊像珍珠一样撒落，野兽和牛羊像星星一样繁多呢？”没鼻子的基米问。 “你说的是羌塘草原。”老管家益西次仁说。 “那我们就去那里吧。明天就出发。”达波多杰坚定地说。 没鼻子的基米说：“老爷，我随你们一起去，好吗？我要把我英雄儿子的尸骨带回故乡。他已经在梦里告诉我啦，说该是让他回家的时候了。我还想去看看那把创造了英雄美名的宝刀，看看它的刀刃是否依然锋利。那真是一把举世无双的好刀啊，它是天上的星星掉下来的一块石头打造出来的。星星上掉石头，是三百年才有一回的事情。那石头带着一团火从天而降，烧红了半边天空。世界上没有比它更坚硬的石头了，打刀的师傅把它丢进火炉里炼了七天七夜，才把它熔化成铁水，打成了雌雄两把宝刀。” 达波多杰两眼放出痴迷的目光，“我仿佛已经看到那刀身的光芒了。” “刀鞘上的光芒才更加耀眼哩。”没鼻子的基米说，“那上面有三颗印度来的珍珠，三颗拉萨来的猫眼石，三颗汉地来的翡翠。铸刀师傅的刀一打成，我就知道这就是世界独一无二的宝刀，我用我的两个女儿换来了两把刀的刀身，那个铸刀的铁匠已经五十多岁了，可他还是一个老光棍，我眼都没有眨一下就把两个女儿给他送过去了。然后用我一生为人家相刀积攒下来的全部财富,换成了九颗宝石，镶嵌到了刀鞘上。雌刀四颗宝石，雄刀五颗宝石。宝刀要有好刀鞘，跟男儿要有千里马，女人要有豹皮衣一个道理。一个刀相师，当然要有世界上最好的宝刀，就像一个国王，肯定要娶全国最美的女人做王妃一样。我把两把宝刀分别给了我的大儿子昂青和小儿子扎杰，我对他们说，好男儿一生中只须做一件事，那就是身跨骏马，腰佩宝刀，离家远游，闯荡世界，建立英雄的美名。” “你有两把宝刀？”达波多杰惊讶地喊道。 “我有两个儿子么。他们都为了这个世界上的宝刀而生，也为宝刀而亡。”没鼻子的基米哀伤地说。 达波多杰问：“师傅，你的小儿子成就了你的英雄梦，但你的大儿子呢？那个叫昂青的，他不是还拿着另一把宝刀吗？” “唉！”没鼻子的基米深深叹了口气，“前不久一只鸟飞到我的梦里，告诉我说我的大儿子昂青也死了。他误杀了一个去拉萨朝圣的人，天上飞下来一块石头砸死了他。他没有当成英雄，只成了遭报应的杀手。” 一个月后，达波多杰带着自己的两个仆人和没鼻子的基米来到了藏北草原，大地如此辽阔，天空如此之低，前方的白云仿佛伸手便可揽入怀中。那时正是夏季，碧绿宽广的草原铺展到天边，把天都映蓝了。英雄的故事在吹过草原的风中仍在流传，但是英雄的足迹却远在天边。他们从一个游牧部落到另一个游牧部落，都可以听到英雄扎杰的美名，还找到不少扎杰的后代，他们和英雄扎杰几乎长得一模一样，英武挺拔，长发飘拂，只是他们腰间没有扎杰的宝刀，因此他们做不了英雄，只能做一个在牧场放牧的普通牧人。没鼻子的基米看到这些没父亲的孩子时，老泪总是一次次的淌下来，让人不明白那究竟是因为幸福，还是由于悲伤。 他们沿着英雄扎杰散落在草原上的种子，追寻着英雄浪漫故事传播的方向，在一座破旧的白塔边，他们遇到了一个酒醉的少年。这个看上不过十来岁的小家伙几乎不用问，就知道是英雄扎杰的后代。他的头发飘到肩上，一双孤独但坚定的眼睛，与他实际的年龄不相称；颀长的身子略显单薄，可掩藏不住早熟的轩昂豪迈之气；看不出颜色的羊皮藏袍上曾经镶满一个手巧的母亲精心缝制的金丝花边，现在却满是发馊了的酒味。“一个过早落魄了的少年英雄。”过路的人这样对达波多杰说。 没鼻子的基米走上前去，在那孩子面前蹲下，捂着自己的脸问：“你是英雄扎杰的儿子吗？” 少年像个被废黜了的王子一般，懒洋洋地看了看没鼻子的基米一眼，“英雄扎杰的名字也是你这样的人可以提起的？” 达波多杰有些气恼，提马过去一鞭子抽在少年的身上，“狗奴才，睁大的你眼睛看好了，他是英雄扎杰的父亲。” 少年的眼光里闪过一道亮光，随即又暗淡下来，重新恢复到从前心灰意冷的模样，“别说英雄扎杰的父亲，就是大英雄格萨尔王来了，也成不了什么事啦。” “难道魔鬼统治了草原了么？”没鼻子的基米问。 “魔鬼没有统治草原，我从未见面的爷爷，虽然我还不知道你叫什么。”那少年抹了一把鼻涕，“但是，那头挑着我父亲尸骨的独角龙，已经被一个活佛降服了。它现在是念青唐古拉山的护法神。” “你说什么？”达波多杰惊得从马上滚了下来，抓住孩子的双肩猛晃道：“谁降服了独角龙？他在哪儿？” 他每日每夜都在设想，为了拿到那把宝刀，自己该如何和独角龙搏杀。如此，刀到手之时，就是他达波多杰英雄扬名之日。 “念青唐古拉山脚下，离这里有七天的马程。”少年冷冷地说，“如果你要去找它，成就自己的英雄名声，你要想清楚，敢不敢跟一个护法神打仗。” 达波多杰愣住了，使妖魔变成护法神，是佛法的力量，非人力可为之。在这片佛土上，有许多的妖魔鬼怪，当人们不能战胜他们时，佛法便显示出它无所不能的力量。法力非人力可比，英雄也和活佛生活在不同的世界。英雄创造历史，活佛缔造神话。 “如果你不敢和护法神打仗，”那少年用讥讽的口吻继续说：“就只有像我这样，在酒中寻找我父亲扎杰的身影。” 达波多杰不无懊恼地说：“有些人真是生不逢时，总是活在英雄的身影之下，就像苍鹰飞过天空，凡人的心比天高，也只能仰望。不管怎么说，我们还是要去看一看。独角龙不在了，那把英雄佩带的宝刀总还在吧。” 四人告别了英雄扎杰的儿子，向天边的雪山奔去。念青唐古拉山离天很近，不知不觉人就走到了天的边缘，挺立在白云之上。晚上睡觉的时候，星星一不小心就落到了怀里，月亮伸手扯过来就可以当被子。而白天，神灵在雪山上匆忙赶路的身影清晰可见，这里的一切都仿佛是不真实的，是梦中的某个曾经见到过的场景。 他们在雪山脚下找到了那个降服独角龙的活佛，把成群的牛羊供奉给了寺庙，那是达波多杰用自己身上的一颗十二个眼的猫眼石换来的。活佛是一个瘦削苍老的老僧，像一棵枯树一般干硬弯曲，饱经沧桑。这个叫觉色的活佛谦逊地说： “我并没有降服什么独角龙，我只是从雪山上把一头牛带回来了，另外还带回来了一个人的尸骨。” “一头牛！不是一条体大如象的独角龙？”达波多杰忘了在活佛面前应有的谦逊，高声叫道。 “是一头牛。”觉色活佛依旧语调平稳地说：“只是它有一只角，见到有佛缘的人还会淌眼泪，他属于神灵。人们现在都来供养它。” “尊敬的色觉活佛，你是说……没有独角龙？”达波多杰惊讶得合不拢嘴，“那只角上顶着英雄扎杰尸骨的独角龙呢？” 色觉活佛平和地说：“我从雪山上修行回来的时候，看见一头牛蹲在一副尸骨边淌眼泪，我就把他们都带回寺庙里来了。” “难道那条顶着英雄扎杰的尸骨到处游荡的独角龙，是人们的传说吗？”达波多杰嘀咕道。 “我们本来就是一个生活在传说中的民族啊。”活佛说。 “那副尸骨上有一把刀吗？”没鼻子的基米急切地问。 “有一把刀。”活佛回答道。 “刀呢？”达波多杰问。 “还在尸骨的身上。”活佛说。 “可是……可是独角龙怎么会变成了牛？”达波多杰依然不解地问。 觉色活佛微微闭了双眼，轻声说：“年轻人，世界上的一切都是可以转换的。在因缘大法中，前世的恶魔，只要具足善根，在六道轮回中洗清罪孽，今生同样可以结出佛果。” “那么，活佛，请带我们去看看那头牛吧。”达波多杰说。 “我要先去看我儿子的尸骨。”没鼻子的基米借遮挡自己的鼻孔，把一张已经泪流满面的脸大半遮住。 “尸骨和那把刀在一起，连我都不能把它从尸骨上取下来。那是一把英雄佩带的刀。”活佛说。 达波多杰和益西次仁先去看牛，它就放养在寺庙后院的空地上，周围的树上挂满了经幡，拴牛的树下还有成堆的糌粑和酥油做的朵玛①。那头牛跟草原普通的牦牛比起来大了整整一轮，虽然它现在已经因为苍老而显得消瘦、孱弱，但他依然威风凛凛——有谁见过如此庞大的牛啊？它的头上的独角更为神奇，想必那就是挑着英雄扎杰的尸骨游荡了许多年的角吧，还有那不同凡响的眼神。看你一眼，便可让人灵魂震撼。 达波多杰呆呆地看这怪异的牛，喃喃地问：“你就是那条人们传说中的独角龙吗？” 牛点点头，又摇摇头。 “是活佛降服了你，使你变成了一只角的牛吗？”他又问。 牛惭愧地望着达波多杰，不予回答。 “你是英雄扎杰的好对手吗？” “哞——”牛充满崇敬地长啸一声，算作回答。 “别问了，老爷。”益西次仁说，“它现在已经是皈依了佛法的护法神了。我们该像对神灵磕头那样，向它顶礼啦。” 达波多杰和益西次仁一起对牛跪了下去，他嘀咕道：“佛祖，英雄都让人家当了，我在这个世界上还能干什么呢。” 不多一会儿，没鼻子的基米和他勇敢的儿子、英雄扎杰一起来了。准确地说，是和扎杰的骷髅一起走过来的。那英雄的尸骨依然完好无损，竟然还能走路。他紧跟在他的父亲后面，就像所有的儿子都曾经紧紧牵过自己父亲的手那样，此刻父子俩的手，紧握在一起，父子俩的身子，也紧紧相依。他看上去比他的父亲还要高大挺拔，威风凛凛。只是骷髅一走动，全身的骨骼就哗啦哗啦地响。周围的喇嘛们一点也不惊奇，因为自从这骷髅被活佛带回寺庙后，他们经常看见他在月光下的寺庙里到处走动。拴有那头独角牛的寺庙后院，是他最爱去的地方。在行走的骷髅面前深感惊讶的只是小厮仁多和益西次仁，老管家差一点就一屁股坐在了地上，他惊叹道： “佛祖啊，英雄真的是不会死的。” 没鼻子的基米一手捂着脸，一手牵着他儿子的手自豪地说：“他一直在等我呢。我一去，说，扎杰，阿爸看你来了。他就从地上站起来了，就像早上从床上爬起来一样。看看，这骨头还是热的；看看，他还可以走路哩；看看啊，多健壮的儿子！” 没鼻子的基米拍拍他儿子肩上的骨骼，把一副骷髅拍得哗啦啦一片乱响，骨节与骨节间还迸发出欢快的白灰，呛得人忍不住要流眼泪。 “你就这样带他回家吗？”益西次仁问。 “难道一个父亲不该带久不归家的儿子回去吗？”没鼻子的基米生气地反问。 “他可以骑马吗？”益西次仁又问。当惯了管家的人，就是喜欢瞎操心。 没鼻子的基米再不说话捂着自己的脸，“我儿子，我儿子在独角龙的头上骑了那么多年了，天下什么样的马不能骑？”他最后用世界上最理直气壮的语气高声宣布： “英雄该凯旋了！” “刀，还是取不下来？”从英雄扎杰的骷髅和没鼻子的基米一起走过来时起，达波多杰贪婪的目光，一刻也没有离开过挂在尸骨架上的刀。他一点也不为一副会走路的骷髅感到意外，他的心已经被那骨架上的宝刀紧紧攥住，刀鞘上的五颗宝石，依然发出璀璨夺目的光芒。 “活佛都取不下来，我们凡人怎能取下它呢？”没鼻子的基米说。 “让我来试试吧。”达波多杰上前一步。 “你要小心。”骷髅身后的一个老喇嘛说。 “小心什么？”达波多杰问。 “小心自己也成这个样子。”那个喇嘛回答道。 “那不很好么？”达波多杰说得很干脆。 “老爷，你只要不碰坏我儿子的尸骨，这把宝刀就归你。”没鼻子的基米说。 “你儿子是真正的英雄，谁也伤不了他。”达波多杰说完一把抓住了宝刀的刀鞘，他身上的热血“腾”就窜到脑门上了。 这把宝刀属于我了。he said to himself. 你的英雄传奇结束了，下面该看我的了。他对尸骨说。 那真是很神奇的一幕，寺庙的喇嘛们，没鼻子的基米和益西次仁，甚至连觉色活佛都感到神灵的法力已经加持到这个一头鬈发的年轻人身上。人的身上有多少根骨头啊，又有多少条筋络啊，尸骨身上的刀已经和那些骨头连在一起了，刀柄上的缨须也和尸骨上干枯的筋络缠绕交织，刀就像这副尸骨多长出来的一根骨头，它支撑着骷髅的英雄气概。可是这个看上去冒冒失失的年轻人，抓住刀后就像变成了另一个人，他跪在英雄的骷髅前，小心翼翼地将刀从尸骨上剥离了出来。没有动着一根筋，也没伤着一根骨头。那神奇的一幕，就像从湛蓝的湖里摘下一个真实的月亮。 在这整个过程中，人们默默无言，骷髅也默默无言。刀砉然下身时，所有的人，都听到了从尸骨身上发出的一声深深的叹息。 ①一种供奉给神灵的圆形酥油花。