Chapter 11 Fruit Scroll Chapter 5-2

The gloomy virgin forest is endless, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.It had been two months since the Pilgrims had been walking slowly in the forest, but they did not seem to have reached the edge of the forest.It was the rainy season, and there was a lot of rain in the forest. The rain was in the sky, on the trees, on the ground, and in the clouds and mists that were floating around, everywhere was wet.Taking a breath is like drinking half a bowl of water, which makes people feel uncomfortable all day; stretching out the palm of your hand and grabbing it in the air can also squeeze the air out of water.The wet and muddy road added to the burden of the long-prostrating lama. He seemed to be rolling in the mud every day, and a lot of mud along the way was taken away by him, so that Dawa Dolma would be stunned by the fire pit every night. He and Grandma Yangjin had to beat him with a stick to knock off his "mud armor".

Before they entered the forest, two men from Gebu Village had traveled starry night and brought the killer Ang Qing's saber.It wasn't that they killed Ang Qing to avenge the pilgrim's family, but that this guy was hit in the head by a rock rolling down the mountain on the post road for no reason. "Respected Lama, his retribution came as fast as your spell." Lama Losang Tenzin said: "It was not my spell that killed him, but the condemnation of the gods everywhere. I am a monk, what do I need a knife for?" A man said: "Use it to kill the devils along the way. Respect My lama, I am a knife maker, but I have never seen such a finely crafted sword."

The lama took over the knife that killed his brother. If he didn't leave home, his eyes would light up, and a heroic blood would rise in his heart.There are four gems inlaid on the scabbard, like four dazzling stars. He gently pulled the knife out of the scabbard. The blade of Wa Lan reflected the light of the stars and the moon, reflected the dream of the hero, and also reflected the light of his younger brother. Yudan's last figure when walking towards the knife head-on. The lama closed his eyes, not letting his tears flow.He carefully put the knife back into its sheath and handed it to Dawa Dolma who was beside him. "Put it away, let its murderous aura never come out again, and let its blade never be stained with the blood of all living beings."

The road in the forest is extremely difficult to see, and the dead leaves have not had time to rot into mud, and the new fallen leaves and fallen trees cover everything again.In many road sections, they can only determine their direction by the bones of dead bodies lying on the side of the road and some faintly visible remains of fire pits.Those bone-strewn corpses are really bleak and sad signposts on the pilgrimage road, but the owners of the bones are full of happiness. They sit or lie on the side of the road peacefully and contentedly, guiding the way for later pilgrims and telling them all about life. Disasters to avoid on the way.Lama Lobsang Tenzin once got news from a corpse that he was going to visit his master in Lhasa.The owner of the skeleton was also a lama. He was gnawed off by a bear in the forest with one thigh and one arm. When he was dying, the lama left his handprint on the rock behind him, pointing out the direction to Lhasa for the latecomers.He also told Lama Losang Tenzin through his own ghost still floating in the forest that the master had already heard the news in Lhasa that a lama from the foot of the Kawagebo Snow Mountain was kowtowing to practice great asceticism, and the master was already in Lhasa pray for him in the temple, and bless the supreme mana.The lama who was buried in the mouth of the bear also told Lama Tenzin, Losang, to beware of the bears in the forest, they are the accomplices of the devil.

Although the figure of the devil is erratic in the primeval forest, it can indeed be seen everywhere.One afternoon after heavy rain, they found a small village in a glade where people were arguing loudly about one thing.Two mothers simultaneously claimed that a child who was only three years old was her biological son. They looked exactly the same, not to mention the villagers and their own husbands, even the children could not tell who was their biological mother.Such strange lawsuits happen every year in the lonely village. When the villagers face mothers competing for their children, it is like having to stretch a hand over the fire to roast it. Human decision.Because this is a problem that the devil has posed to mankind.In this kind of lawsuit between man and the devil, the human being is always taken in by the devil.Usually, when the old man in the village sentenced the child to one of the two mothers, the other would be beaten to death on the spot by the villagers.But on the second day, the child was eaten by the mother who won the lawsuit, leaving only the fingers of the hands and feet.The Rakshasa ① sent by the devil can always deceive the kind and simple villagers, pretending to be a mother in a lonely village to trick their children into eating.

"The lama who kowtowed his head has come, and his magic power must be profound and boundless. Let him come and tell us who is the Rakshasa girl and who is the real mother of the child." The old man in the village saw Lama Losang Tenzin, and said Said with relief. Lama Tenzin's family was surrounded by people, listening to the villagers talking about the whole story.He saw two women holding the hand of a child one by one. They really looked like twin sisters, perhaps not even the twin sisters. They didn't even have hair that was messed up in the struggle for the child. Well, one woman shed five tears from her eyes, two from her left eye and three from her right eye; another woman shed five tears, also two from her left eye and three from her right eye.Only when the devil wants to harm people, will he grasp the weakness of human beings clearly, and thus find a way to attack human beings.

"Which of you is the child's mother?" Lama Lobsang Tenzin asked. "I am." The two women said at the same time, even with the same tone of voice. Lobsang Tenzin asked the old man in the village, "How did you identify the mother of the child in the past?" "We used divination, but the devil was smarter than us; we also asked them to feel the black and white stones in their pockets, and the one who found the black stone was the Rakshasa, but the devil secretly changed the stone in the pocket, and the Rakshasa The girl can touch the white stones every time. We already know that if a family in the village has one more grandma, the family will suffer. Respected Lama, we can't fight the devil's spell."

"Okay then." The lama let the people around make room for an open space, and said to the two women: "You all hold the child's hand tightly, pull it hard, whoever pulls the child to his own In her arms, whoever is the real mother of the child." The two women looked at each other tearfully, as if they did not understand what the Lama said. "Come on, pull hard!" Lama Lobsang Tenzin shouted. As soon as they became cruel, they began to fight for the child.The child cried loudly and shouted, "Grandma, I'm in pain!" A woman immediately let go of her hands when she heard the heart-wrenching cry.The child was pulled into the arms of another woman.

The lama walked up to the woman holding the child and said sharply, "You still haven't let her child go! You have endangered the villagers for many years, go back to hell!" Amid the dumbfoundedness of the villagers, the Rakshasa girl finally showed her original shape. She put down the child, and the blood-red tongue rolled out of her mouth like a cloth curtain, and hung down to her chest; her body also glowed green, and people Just now she could clearly see the inch-long green hair under her clothes, when she fled amidst the shouts and beatings of the villagers. The villagers advised the pilgrim family to stay in the village for a while longer and wait until the rainy season is over before leaving.Lama Lobsang Tenzin thought of the hardships of the two Dawa and Ama Yangjin in the wind and rain, especially Yesang Dawa. She is now a child who can run all over the ground, but the muddy and rugged forest mountain road made the child There are few opportunities to have fun on the ground. "Then let's take a rest before leaving." The lama said to the two women behind him.

The lama's penance for more than a year has made him no longer afraid of any devils, but he has to worry about the two women and children behind him.On the road of walking with the devil, women and children are a man's weakness.These are two women who make all the passers-by on the pilgrimage feel pity when they see them.Their tears of sympathy and admiration will be moved by the white hair of grandma Yangjin, and will be drawn out by the hungry cries of the infant child.They asked the lama who bowed his head, there are devils and robbers everywhere on this road, why don't you bring more men out?They will still be full of worries and doubts. How could this small pilgrimage team reach the holy city of Lhasa?Unless a person's compassionate heart is as broad as the earth.People also say.

So much so that on the way to Lhasa, the pilgrims who came and went would ask each other where Lama Lobsang Tenzin had been, but they would not say his name, they called him "Lama of Compassion". "The Lama of Compassion" is under the snow mountain. "The Lama of Compassion" is in the forest. The "Lama of Compassion" subdued a demon in the lake. "The Lama of Compassion" fell ill and lived in a wooden house by the lake. The news about the "Lama of Compassion" travels with the wind on the snow-covered plateau.Of course, the devils also know the news, and they want to stop the compassion of the "Lama of Compassion", because once the compassion benefits all living beings, the devils can't control people's hearts, and they have no place in the world. Half a month later, the rain stopped and Lama Tenzin's physical strength had almost recovered. The family of the pilgrims left this nameless village in the forest.On a sunny afternoon, a family of pilgrims took a tea break by a stream.The bushes on both sides of the stream are particularly dense, and behind the bushes is a dark and dense forest.Yessandawa was playing in the water by the stream. This child was born on the pilgrimage road. The road got longer and longer, and she grew bigger and bigger.She is a hope that can be seen, embraced, and always warms the heart. It is more vivid than the holy city of Lhasa in the hearts of lamas, and more specific than Dawa Dolma's endless longing and love.At the same time, the petite Yesandawa is also a piece of sadness and pity, a piece of concern and melancholy on the pilgrimage.If it is said that when Yesang Dawa was still in her mother's womb, Dawa Dolma drank a sip of butter tea, afraid of scalding the child in her stomach when it was hot, and took a breath of snow wind on the mountain road, but also afraid of freezing the flesh and blood on the tip of her heart , then when Yessang Dawa was born on the pilgrimage road, in the countless days of wandering and wandering, in the long nights when the ground was used as a bed, Dawa Dolma could only use her own body and the heat of her mother's arms , to resist the wind, frost, snow and rain in nature.On the vast land, in the long journey, a mother's bosom is so insignificant, so small and delicate, but it is the most gentle place in the world. "Yesang, stop playing with the water, it's cold." Dawa Dolma started a fire under a rock, and shouted to her daughter through the rising smoke. Grandma Yangjin went to find firewood.Lama Lobsang Tenzin rubbed his knees with ghee while leaning against the road ridge. When he set off in the morning, it was not yet light. He didn’t see the mountain road clearly, and his knees hit a sharp stone heavily, although there was still a layer of Cotton, but it was still swollen there.The lama didn't know that this was a warning from the gods, because there were too many bumps and bumps along the way.Ghee and highland barley wine are the best external medicines for lamas to treat trauma. "Come here, Ye Sang." The lama called to the little girl. "Dad... Daddy." The little girl said.She is learning pronunciation and often calls Lama Tenzin as her father.Moreover, it was the first word she learned, even before she learned to call her mother.This surprised the adults. No one taught her to call her father, but children need a father in their lives, which is a matter of course in life. Whenever a child called him that, Lama Lobsang Tenzin could not but think of Yudan.Oh, can he hear the baby?thought the Lama. "Yong Jiwu" was grazing peacefully in the woods not far from the child. The mule faithfully followed the pilgrim's family every day, silently carrying the hardships and sufferings along the way.Only at night did it talk to its mother, Yang Jin, about what was in its heart.At that time, in the eyes of Grandma Yangjin, it was no longer a mule, but her husband Duji.Just like they used to chat about family affairs by the firepit, they chatted until midnight.The content of the chat included that the hands of the lama who bowed his head were worn out, and he needed to find a new pair; there was a fork in the mountain road ahead, and the one on the left had to be taken; there was a village called Anqiang, you must not Go in, the black widow who is harmful to people in the village, how many horses in the past have been killed there, etc.Along the way, "Yong Jiwu" is a loyal old servant and a kind old father. It may not have the ability to resolve the suffering for the pilgrims' family, but it endured the suffering with them and shared the journey towards the holy city. The devotion and joy of the first-class lama in Lhasa who kowtows.And in some cases, it will also issue a dangerous warning to the pilgrim family in advance.Just like now, it suddenly neighed, and its front hooves jumped three feet high like a girl stepping on a snake. There was a loud noise in the woods, and then, a thick black figure rushed out with a strong wind, and went straight to the child by the stream. "Bear!" Lama Lobsang Tenzin exclaimed. "Yesang, run!" Dawa Dolma shouted. The bear jumped into the water from the other side of the stream, and the splashed water was reflected in the sky full of pearls in the sun.The child saw a big guy fall into the water, he laughed and slapped his hands.During the usual boring journey, Lama Tenzin of Losange often played falling games with her. The lama slipped and fell on purpose, making a loud noise, which made the children laugh. Between the bear and the child, the Lama Lobsang Tenzin was closer to the child, so he jumped at the child first, but a figure was faster, more agile, more ferocious than him.It was Dawa Dolma, and instead of running towards the child, she jumped at the bear who was standing up from the water. "Go away!" Dawa Dolma jumped into the stream. That guy was wet all over, standing a head taller than Dawa Dolma.It froze for a moment, probably thinking that today's prey would be eaten so easily.Xiong and Dawa Dolma looked at each other for a few seconds, then raised their heads to the sky and howled. "Beast! Don't bark!" Dawa Dolma opened her arms, as if what she wanted to stop was a horse, not a bloodthirsty bear.Its savage cry made Dawa Dolma more angry than tearing up people's bloody mouth. "Don't scare my daughter!" she snapped.In the moment of life and death, a mother can best show the heroism that women never show easily and the tenderness full of the love of life. The bear swooped forward and pinned her down.But Dawa Dolma grabbed the bear by the ear, holding onto it firmly, just like when she was a girl grabbing the leopard's tail, like a butterfly clinging to a leopard, now she and the bear rolled into a ball in the water. It is a pity that the Lama Tenzin of Losang is no longer the Alasi of the past, and he does not have the arquebus that drove away the leopard in his hand.He had the child in his arms, but he could only watch Dawa Dolma fight the bear in the stream.Fortunately, the mother Yang Jin heard the noise and rushed over. The lama hurriedly handed over the child to her, and then turned back and took out the killer Ang Qing's knife from his luggage.This is the only weapon they can use for self-defense along the way. The lama drew the knife out of its sheath, and there was a "swish" sound of metal rubbing. The lama heard it very clearly, as if the blood in his heart was also boiled by this crisp and clear sound; but he heard another more real and gentle voice: "You are already an ordained lama. Killing is the chief evil, have you forgotten?" "Go and kill that bear, Lama!" shouted his mother behind him. Lama Lobsang Tenzin stood by the water, motionless. "Lama, come and help me!" Dolma struggled out from under the bear, eyes filled with anger and despair. Lama Tenzin of Lobsang still hasn't stepped forward. "Buddha, my son, what's the matter with you?!" Grandma Yang Jin beat her chest anxiously. If she hadn't held the child in her arms, she would have jumped into the stream. The stream comes from the glaciers under the snow-capped mountains, which is icy cold.Dawa Dolma's body was already frozen stiff, but her hands were still tightly clutching the bear's ears, but the bear grabbed her shoulder with one bite, and tore off half of Dolma's shoulder with one flick. The water suddenly turned bright red. The lama saw the red stream, which overflowed his eyes like the Lancang River, his heart of compassion for all beings, his heroic dream, and even reached his feet, a few drops of red water splashed down On the lama's robe, through the thick linen of the robe, and through the hard and rough skin of the lama polished by the earth, it directly soaked into his heart, splitting his contradictory heart in two. The red stream goes away.Xiong and Dawa Dolma also went away together.The bear had torn one of Dolma's shoulders off, but he was still clung to his opponent and drifting in the stream.There was a waterfall more than ten feet high in front of him, and Xiong knew that even though he was the king of the forest, he would never survive being washed down the waterfall.It struggled furiously in the stream, cracked the opponent's abdomen with its two hind legs, bit her shoulder and swung it around, tearing the opponent's bones and flesh all over the world.But it was held back by the most powerful force in the world.A kind of courage to fight to the death in the name of maternal love will inevitably gather into the noblest and most powerful force in the world. Not to mention a bear, even the devil will be afraid. ①Synonym for witch Caisang, the ferryman at the ferry, saw that the lama who kowtowed for two hours had kowtowed for two hours on the other side of the river. Walk five or six back and forth on the river. "He is really a pious lama." Caisang said to his wife Sezhu. Sezhu is a woman suffering from leprosy, and her mouth is still open.But she escaped from the devil's claws.The two couples make a living by ferrying at this ferry, and the wife, Sezhu, usually doesn't talk much because of her lack of mouth.She stared dumbly at the figure on the ground on the other side, "They will not cross the river tonight, here they come." As soon as Sezhu spoke, the wind poured into her mouth, pulling her from The words rolled out of the throat were blown in disorder. "But come here, we can't afford to give anymore." Cai Sang said. "He, let's go to Lhasa, we have to cross the river." "Buddha, what should we give as alms?" "Also, there are half a mouth bag of tsampa." Sezhu said with difficulty. "It's been more than half a month since no one crossed the border. Only then did the Buddha know where all the people have gone? Those caravans going to Lhasa and India, those pilgrims, and those craftsmen who traveled from village to village seem to have been caught by the devil." I went. I finally hoped for a few pedestrians on this post road, but they were lamas who went on a pilgrimage. Not only could we not give us transition fees, but we also asked us to give them alms. But we have been eating wild vegetables mixed with tsampa noodles for more than a month .” Caisang said eloquently. "Half mouth, bag, tsampa." Sezhu said stubbornly. Caisang was a little annoyed, and looked at the other bank, where the lama was still kowtowing, an old woman was lighting a fire by the river, and a skinny mule was hooting its hooves impatiently on the bare other bank.It was getting late, and the cold wind blew across the river, carrying the icy breath of snow-capped mountains.The season has just entered the threshold of spring, and it is the time when the green and yellow are not picking up, and the land is still empty.The river was just beginning to freeze, and some ice drifted down from the upper reaches.In fact, in this season, you can’t blame the lack of people on the road, because it’s not time to go out; you can’t blame Caisang for complaining about the lack of tsampa at home, because people don’t need ferries in winter. Sang has business to do.He has been struggling all winter. Caisang untied the boat's cable, jumped into the boat, tapped the pole, and punted away.Sezhu looked at her husband's back silently, knowing that no matter how loudly he yelled, he was still full of reverence for Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in his heart. As a ferryman, Jae-sang is a guy who can live a happy life as a person who can cross the underworld and a ghost who can cross the underworld.Those coquettish girls who often come and go to the ferry, when they talk about Caisang's ability, they all curse this coquettish dog who will be caught by the devil sooner or later, saying that he drives a boat like riding a horse, and playing with women is like picking wild flowers on the roadside .Caisang is an optimistic and open-minded person. When ferrying in this wilderness, all kinds of people come and go, there will inevitably be some devils mixed in, but they see Caisang's sunny smile on his face and his lofty heart like a snow mountain. Don't want to mess with him anymore.Even those Rakshasa women who went around harming people, even though they knew he was lustful, never came to trouble him. When Caisang's boat reached the other side, he called to the lama, "Respected master, are you crossing the river?" The lama said, "I haven't finished my homework for today." Caisang said, "It's getting dark, and the wind is strong by the river. Your kowtow is enough for you to cross the river ten times." "Today is a special day to commemorate the reunion of a wife and her husband," said the lama. "Oh, where did they meet?" "Heaven." The lama said and kowtowed again. Caisang stopped talking, he saw the old man who was lighting a fire not far away, and he walked over.Ask: "Grandma, who is the Lama recommending for?" The old woman said blankly: "My youngest son and daughter-in-law are also his younger brother and sister-in-law. And there is more," the old woman pointed to the sleeping child in a large rattan basket, Said, "They are also the father and mother of this child." Caisang looked at the kowtowing lama, then at the old woman, then at the child in the basket, and finally understood the relationship between the living and the dead in this family.His eyes seemed to be flooded by the river. "Today is the day when my daughter-in-law is reincarnated." Yang Jin said again, "We are praying to the gods to let her find my son." Before the moon rose, Jae-sang took the pilgrims' family across the river.As soon as he walked into the low wooden house by the river, he shouted loudly: "Sezhu, the distinguished guest is here, hurry up and make tea, make tea. Hurry up, you stupid woman." "Chu, the oil is gone, there is, why, how to make tea?" Sezhu said in embarrassment. "Is there tea if there is no butter?" Caisang forgot how he had spent this period of time. "Tea, leaves, foam, also, no more." "You stupid woman, why are you talking so much!" Caisang yelled and cursed, raising his hand to hit the bead. Lama Lobsang Tenzin, who followed him in, held him back. "Merciful benefactor, haven't you heard the saying that as long as meat is not bone, as long as tea is not tea, is this an excessive request? Just boil a pot of hot water for us." "There is no butter and tea leaves, but we still have tsampa. Sezhu, let's make tsampa and give it to the lamas who kowtow." Cai Sang said boldly. Sezhu hesitated for a moment, then dragged out a Tibetan wooden box under the altar, opened an old brass lock, and took out a small cloth bag. "Eat tsampa, eat tsampa." A son who looked about four years old crawled over like a poor dog.Caisang snatched between the child and the tsampa bag in one step, raised his foot, and pulled the child to the side of the firepit. "Go to the fire over there, don't come to grab the lama master's food." He said sharply. "Is it your son?" Aunt Yangjin asked. "yes." "Is he more than four years old?" Yang Jin asked. "This year, I'm eight years old. Children eat, no, not long." Sezhu replied while wiping her tears while kneading tsampa noodles. "Alas." Yang Jin sighed, took out half of the wild vegetable cake left over from the morning in the luggage, broke it, and put it into the wooden basin where Sezhu kneaded tsampa. The Lama family had a delicious dinner, not referring to how much the mother and son ate, but the first time in more than a month that they happily watched Yesandawa eat enough.The child finally ate until his face became brighter, he had a smile, and he had the sound of "baji baji" when he ate sweet food in his mouth.This night, she was no longer driven out of sleep by hunger in the middle of the night.And Caisang's family also felt very happy. Sezhu carefully washed the wooden basin for kneading tsampa with a ladle of water, and shared half a bowl of soup for himself and Caisang. Usually people don't need to wash the dishes when kneading tsampa. The noodle does not stick to the bowl at all, and after eating the tsampa, those tsampa pots soaked in ancient times are still shiny and shiny, and can print human figures.Therefore, the bowl of soup that Sezhu used to wash the wooden basin was actually just clear water that smelled like tsampa.As for their son, the compassionate lama broke off half of his own tsampa ball and gave it to him.It was as if there was a hand in the child's stomach, and it dragged the tsampa ball into it.In the end, I regretted telling my mother that the tsampa was so delicious, I swallowed it before I could smack the taste in my mouth properly. After dinner, Lama Lobsang Tenzin asked, "How far is the village in front from here?" "Three days' journey." Cai Sang replied, "If you kowtow to go, it will take about ten days." The lama fell into deep thought, what would he give Yesandawa to eat in the past ten days?The child's physical condition has been deteriorating, and he is not even sure whether Yesandava can survive this uninhabited journey. The next day, Lama Lobsang Tenzin declined Caisang's request to keep him. He didn't want to give him another mouth to eat.But when they were about to go on the road, Caisang threw the remaining half bag of tsampa noodles onto the mule's pack rack.He said lightly: "My father told me since I was a child that it is better to give to a practicing lama than to a Bodhisattva in a temple. Respected master, our local mountain gods will protect your family." "However, these are your last morsels of food. We can't take it." Grandma Yangjin said. "The last food? Granny, where is this?" The optimistic Caisang said in a singing tone, "A generous person will not go hungry. The fields grow food every year, and there are also food in the mountains and forests." Food that can run, there is food that can fly in the sky, as a ferryman, his food will be delivered by passers-by from south to north. There is food everywhere, my respected lama. Please pray for us Let’s live an auspicious and happy life with tsampa every day and tea every day. We hope that by this day our hair will turn white.” After they left, Caisang was worried about how to fill his stomach every day.He transitioned from praying for someone to come to the ferry as soon as possible, to praying to the mountain god to let him bump into some wild animals in the nearby forest, and finally begging the god to help him drive away the hungry ghost in his stomach. It tortured him so much that he couldn't stand it.Those hungry ghosts not only tortured him in his stomach, crushed and squeezed his intestines section by section, beat and kicked him in his stomach, even ran out of his empty mouth and floated in the room, Look around to see what you can eat.One day Cai-sang saw several hungry ghosts entwining his son and asking him to eat ashes from the firepit.The child stuffed the black ashes into his mouth in handfuls, eating until his face was full of tears, his head was all black, and he retched endlessly.Caisang became cruel, and cut off a large lump of flesh from his calf, and threw the bloody flesh into the pot that had been cold for many days on the firepit.He endured the severe pain and said to his son: "Don't eat the ashes from the firepit, let's cook meat and eat it." The child said angrily: "Father, there is only meat from Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, but did he let us eat meat?" Cai Sang forced a smile on his face and said, "Son, as long as you worship the Buddha devoutly, the meat given by the Buddha and Bodhisattva will fly into the pot." He poured a ladle of water into the pot, "Look at this Isn't it the meat you want to eat?" When Sezhu came back and saw the meat in the pot, Caisang had already passed out by the firepit, and this woman who had a leak in her mouth no longer stuttered. "Cai Sang, Cai Sang, you are really a good man with a bodhisattva heart!" That mound of meat did not last long for the hungry family of three, and the cabin by the ferry finally stopped smoking.Half a month later, an early caravan caravan came late. They shouted on the other side of the river for a long time but did not see the boatman coming out, so they sent a horseman to come over.After he went ashore, he pushed open the door of the ferryman, and found that the three people in the room were swollen and transparent, and the bones in the joints of their hands and feet were pierced. The things that went into the mouth, the knuckle bones are all only half left.Their mouths were full of wood slag and lint, and even in the abyss of despair, they did not give up their hope for a mouthful of tsampa. But their faces remained serene and generous. The caravan later caught up with the pilgrims. When Lama Lobsang Tenzin asked them about Caisang, he learned that the whole family had starved to death in order to give alms to the lama.That night the lama stayed up all night, filled with compassion, and recited scriptures for Caisang's family all night.The true Buddha Dharma in the human world, the path for sentient beings to escape from the sea of ​​samsara forever, who will guide those kind, helpless, humble Tibetans? The devil seemed to be testing Lama Tenzin's determination to seek the Dharma to save the world. They were targeted by a group of hungry jackals.They were a gang of brazen and brutal fellows, as big as wolves and worse than wolves.They gather in groups in the wilderness, and they attack the weak alone.On a moonless night, these beasts attacked "Yong Jiwu".They gnawed in from where Yukitake had shitted, until they dragged the mule's intestines out.Poor "Yong Jiwu" was so hungry that he couldn't run anymore. He just watched the jackals biting his ass like a fly, dragging his intestines all over the ground.When Lama Lobsang Tenzin and Ama Yangjin heard the noise and rushed over, they saw "Yong Jiwu" standing there crying, already wobbly and unable to stand steadily. Grandma Yangjin was so angry that she fell to the ground and cried loudly, "Duji, don't you want to be with us anymore?" "Yong Jiwu" said to his mother Yang Jin with tears in his eyes: "Yang Jin, Yang Jin, I can only count on you on this journey. I am tired and can't walk anymore. The devil over there is in a hurry. Buddha and Bodhisattva will bless you." Lama Tenzin of Lobsang waited for "Yong Jiwu" to close his eyes before he saw the figure of Abba Duji again. Just like he was floating around in the canyon as a "Huiyang man", Duji's soul came from The body of "Yong Jiwu" floated out, his broken heart was still exposed.The lama quickly recited the scriptures about the dead souls, and tried to have a few words with Abba, but Duji waved to him and drifted away like a puff of smoke.From that day on, he never saw his father again, and even in his dreams, he was just a hazy image. Now, the only ones left in the pilgrimage team are the lama who kowtowed, Ama Yangjin and Xiaoye Sang, but the steps towards the holy city of Lhasa did not stop for a day.Without the mule, the lama sometimes had to stop kowtowing on some steep mountain roads to help Ama Yangjin carry the luggage for a certain distance, and then go back to make up for the kowtow; On the side of the road where the lama kowtows and can be seen, I first carried the bag forward for a while, and then folded back to carry the child.Just go back and forth like this, and the distance traveled every day is only half of the original distance.When many passers-by saw the lonely family of pilgrims, they shed tears and gave alms and praised.An eighty-year-old grandmother and her two sons led a mule and came here to donate barley and butter. She said: "I heard a year ago that there was a man named 'Compassion Lama' on the way of pilgrimage. 'Holy One, although I am too old to go on a pilgrimage to the holy city, I want to pray to the Buddha that the alms I offer to the 'Lama of Compassion' will enhance my merits in the next life." Once, a non-human and non-demonic guy flew from the sky and landed in front of Lama Tenzin in Losang. He saw the lama kowtow hard, and the backup was really sad.He told the lama that the eagle he was riding could only fly in the sky, which was invented by a clever lama Pandita, riding it was like riding a horse with wings, and it could fly in a day. To Lhasa, because the eagle's wings are extremely hard and powerful.He persuaded Lama Tenzin of Losang and his family to go to the holy city with his condor and kowtow one hundred thousand heads in the Jokhang Temple, which is also the same kind of merit.Lama Lobsang Tenzin could tell at a glance that he was an evil obstacle sent by the devil to confuse his heart.He calmly said to this man who can fly in the sky, things that confuse people's souls always want our hearts to leave the earth, and we Tibetans are not people who are in a hurry.Only the pilgrimage road measured with footsteps and body can truly have immeasurable merit.When you fly in the sky, can you still feel the compassion on the earth and find the Buddha in your heart?The guy was so ashamed by the lama's words, he fled in his condor. This afternoon, Yang Jin put the child under a rock, and went first with his bags on his back.Behind the rock was a low-rise miscellaneous forest, which was very quiet. The lama kowtowed step by step not far away, and Ye Sandawa was within his sight, which reassured Yang Jin.But just as she walked not far away, she heard Yesandawa's shrill cry. Yang Jin looked back and was so frightened that her feet went limp.There were at least seven or eight jackals—the same guys who had attacked "Yong Jiwu"—surrounded Yesandawa, and jackals kept coming out of the miscellaneous forest.These beasts have been following the lonely and helpless pilgrim family for more than half a month since they set their sights on them. “滚开啊！”央金老阿妈丢下行囊，从包里抽出那把从来没有用过的宝刀来，像一头愤怒的老母狮，舞刀向豺狗群冲过去。路后面的洛桑丹增喇嘛也赤手空拳地冲了过来，嘴里喊着不连贯的咒语，也许他认为咒语可以吓跑凶残的豺狗。 那群豺狗是懂得分工协作的狡猾家伙，它们分成三拨，一拨对付持刀的老阿妈，一群对付冲上来的喇嘛，剩下的那几只，竟然合力把孩子叼起来，想往树林里跑。 央金已经劈翻了两条豺狗了，可是她不得不眼睁睁地看着叶桑达娃被豺狗叼走。一条凶猛的豺狗咬住了她的藏袍，把她拖翻在地。在她倒地的一瞬间，她看见洛桑丹增喇嘛也被几条豺狗扑倒了，他手上一样自卫的家什都没有啊。 “佛祖啊佛祖，求求你，帮帮我们！”她仰天哭喊。 不知是哪一位神灵听到了老阿妈央金悲切绝望的呼喊，一头花斑豹从天而降，带着愤怒的呼啸一跃就跳到了豺狗群中央，那叼着孩子想跑的几条豺狗刚一发愣，就被花斑豹连扇几掌，扇得它们满地乱滚。那些围攻央金和喇嘛的豺狗，都是些欺软怕硬的家伙，它们一哄而散，眨眼逃得无影无踪。 孩子从豺狗的嘴里跌落在地上，哇哇大哭。豹子立在孩子的身前，雄视着四周，似乎不允许任何动物再靠近它的猎物。 “神圣的佛、法、僧三宝，你们中是谁赶走了豺狗，又是谁派来了豹子！”央金再次绝望地用自己的手掌猛拍身下的大地。如果他们还勉强可以和豺狗搏斗的话，面对豹子，他们不过只是它嘴巴边的一小团糌粑而已。 洛桑丹增的心都快蹦跳出来了，他想念诵一段经文来加持自己的勇气，可是他的脑子里一片空白。这时他清晰地听见一个熟悉万分的声音： 哥哥，不要怕，我是玉丹。 喇嘛惊得四处张望，可是这个世界时除了他们祖孙三个，就是那头站在叶桑达娃身边的豹子了。他更加惊奇地看见，那豹子走到孩子面前，用鼻子轻轻地嗅了她一下，孩子就不哭了。 仿佛是传说中的奇迹出现，豹子围着叶桑达娃转圈子，不时用它的鼻子去触摸孩子的脸蛋，那份亲昵，就像是叶桑达娃的父亲。阿妈央金在山道上看得目瞪口呆，路那一头的喇嘛仿佛终于明白了什么，感动得一头匍匐在地上，感谢佛祖的慈悲。 喇嘛走到豹子面前，深情地问：“玉丹，你是我的好弟弟玉丹吗？” 豹子颔首，跪下了自己的前腿，一向凌厉如闪电的一对豹眼淌出亮晶晶的两行泪花。喇嘛把豹子头揽进怀里，痛哭失声地喊道： “阿妈，阿妈，它……它是是……玉丹的转世啊！” “我的儿啊！你怎么不早点来帮我们……”阿妈央金跪伏在地上号啕大哭。 “呜——”那豹子一声哀鸣，仿佛也在为没有从熊口里救下达娃卓玛而悲伤。 从此以后，这头漂亮的花斑豹成了朝圣者一家的守护神，它一直护送着朝圣者到圣城拉萨。许多行走在朝圣路上的商旅都看见过这样的奇迹，豹子若即若离地跟随在磕长头的喇嘛的周围，荒野和森林里的百兽再不敢来打扰朝圣者虔诚的长头。在人们的传说中，这头豹子原来是朝圣者的亲兄弟，他在被一个杀手杀死之前，用刀在自己的手臂上刻了一头豹子的图案，虔诚地向前世、今生、来世的诸佛菩萨发愿，祈求自己能转世投生为一头豹子，以保护磕长头的喇嘛和自己的家人。直到今天，人们在说起这个故事时，还称它为“护佑佛法的豹子。” ①即亡者死后的第四十九天，藏传佛教称之为“受生中阴”，亡者的灵魂经过一段时间的徘徊后，在这一天选择转世投生的方向。 ②梵语，指精通声明（律学）、因明（声正理学和逻辑学）、工巧明（工艺学）、医方明（医学）、内明（佛学）这“五明”的博学者。