Chapter 12 Fruit Scroll Chapter 6-1

On the night of heavy rain on the Qiangtang Grassland, thunder rolled across the grass like a huge stone roller, and the lightning seemed to be like white snakes jumping out from the ground not far in front of it, turning the thick grass on the grassland The night was torn apart.The once docile and broad blue grassland has now turned into a black ocean. The water on the ground, the rain in the sky, the explosive thunder, and the waving lightning made the five people and five riders who couldn't find a place to take shelter on the grassland at night into a mess. . In the light of lightning, one can see the bones of the hero Zaj standing proudly on the horseback. His father, the noseless Kimmy, rides in front, holding a rein tightly in his hand. Although the hero Zaj can no longer control The horse is gone, but the rein in his father's hand will bring him back to his hometown with honor.There are already several garlands on the bones of the hero Zaj, which were presented to him by people he met on the road.The hero has not been forgotten by people, especially the unyielding bones of the hero, so that the hope in the hearts of kind people will not be extinguished even in this stormy night where the devil is raging.

Since Dapo Dorje got the precious sword, they have been wandering around the Qiangtang grassland for almost a year.It's not that the bones of the hero Zajie couldn't get out of the grassland, but Dapo Dorje insisted on catching the footsteps of the BMW in his dream in the wind blowing across the grassland.There are soul-stirring legends about horses everywhere, from a good horse that travels thousands of miles a day to a horse that kicks clouds and fog, gallops in the songs of every wandering singer, and jumps in the dreams of every nomad .They told Dapo Dorje that the horse you were looking for must exist on the Qiangtang grassland.At the end of the white clouds, in the depths of the grassland, I have seen it; in the scriptures of the lama master, in the memories of the old Abba, in the legend of King Gesar, a horse ridden by a hero The good horse had just trod away, and the dust kicked up by the horse's hooves had just quietly settled on the grass.And in the world of gods, in the happy afterlife, such horses are everywhere.

With the help of a brief but blinding flash of lightning, they saw a wide river—God knows whether it was a river or a pool of water in a depression, but in any case, the five desperate people also saw a faint cloud on the hillside on the other side of the river. Several yak tents are discernible.The torrential rain was so dense that it was suffocating, and even the hero Zajie, who was riding a horse, exhaled "slightly" cold air from his mouth.This made Renduo, the boy following behind, get goosebumps all over his body.Ever since Zajie's bones traveled with everyone, Ren Duo had nightmares every night. He was only sixteen years old, and his life was still weak enough to resist the yin energy emanating from a pair of bones.When sleeping at night, the corpse would often step into his dreams, tease and play with him, and make fun of him.He didn't know that it was the hero who was sharpening his courage, but he was just afraid of this guy who had become a skeleton but still walked around stubbornly.

Dapo Dorje shouted to the people behind him in the wind and rain, "Let's cross the river!" Yeshe Tsering was hesitating, and Kimi, who had no nose, said, "My son thinks this river cannot be crossed." Many times, whenever they encounter difficulties on the road, they have to ask the hero Zaj for advice.One of the methods was to take Zaj's bones off the horse and put them in front of some incense sticks, and Kimi, who had no nose, asked the bones about their future. Dapo Dorje said dissatisfied: "You didn't offer incense, how do you know what your son thinks?"

"He's got a cold breath in his mouth, that's a warning," said the noseless Kimi. "Who still has a trace of heat?" Dapo Dorje asked back, "If we don't find a fire pit, we will all be frozen to death. Let's go!" He took the lead in pulling his horse and jumping into the river. At first, the river was only below the horse's belly, but when they rode their horses to the middle of the river, the river became more and more turbulent, and the horse gradually became unsteady.Although it was summer, the river was still icy cold, and people's legs were so numb that they couldn't feel the stirrups.When the river flooded to the saddle, it suddenly became dark, and people in the saddle could not even see the horse's head clearly.Dapo Dorje felt himself floating up suddenly, and the river carried him along like a leaf. He heard the last scream of the loyal old housekeeper: "Master, be careful..." and also heard the little servant Ren Duo timidly screaming: "Grandma—" Then he didn't know anything.

When Dabo Dorje woke up, he was already by a warm fire pond, and an old grandma with a dark face and half of her breasts was bare, and she was feeding him butter tea one mouthful at a time.He was warmed by the warmth of the woman's arms and the hot buttered tea.The woman ran her dark hands through his curly hair. "What beautiful hair," he heard the woman say. "Where am I?" Dapo Dorje asked. "In my tent," the woman replied. "Where are my servants?" "I only found you, like a lost horse." The woman said with a smile. It was only then that Dapo Dorje remembered what happened last night. He touched his waist and found that the lifeblood-like sword was still there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.He wanted to get up, but the woman held him tightly and did not let go, "Don't move, the cold on your body hasn't run away yet." The woman said tenderly.Then she pulled a sheepskin mattress and covered them together.

That night Dapo Dorje was hot and trembling all over his body.The woman next to him who looked like a fucking woman was not honest at all in the sheepskin mattress, her hands wandered around his hot body, touching him with shame and anger.But he didn't have any strength in his body anymore. In a daze, he felt that a woman was riding on him for a while, and wanted to do that thing with him.He thought of the tenderness and softness of his sister-in-law Beizhu, and the frantic screams when he and her sister-in-law were at the peak of their joy. —oh, how far that woman was from him now!Now the woman on him is crazy enough, but it's like a drunk woman bullying an innocent child.

It was a long time after dawn that Dapo Dorje woke up, and the woman had graciously prepared buttered tea for him.The milk tea in the pastoral area is richer and more fragrant than that in the half-agricultural and half-pastoral canyon area. After drinking a thick layer of ghee, the strength of the person's body will increase inch by inch.Dapo Dorje seemed to be still in a dream, still confused about what happened last night.How could I sleep in a sheepskin mattress with this old, ugly woman? Buddha, where is my knife?He touched his waist, but failed to touch the familiar handle of the knife, which made him jump up from the mattress - he had never jumped so high, just like those tantric yogis who practiced yoga magic power, soaring in the air The middle did not land for a long time.It was very dark in the tent, and Dapo Dorje was not familiar with the surrounding environment, so he suddenly became a person without a backbone, like a soul about to drift away.

"My master, please come down!" The woman who held him in her arms last night yelled in panic from the other side of the firepit, her knees gave way and she knelt on the ground. "Where did my treasured sword go?" Dapo Dorje hung in the air, looking around in panic. "You mean your knife? Here, under the pile of clothes," said the woman. Only then did Dapo Dorje see a faint light in the pile of clothes on the ground, which was reflected by the orbs on the scabbard through the layers of clothes.His heart fell to the ground suddenly, and he fell heavily from mid-air.When he was old, Dapo Dorje could still recall the scene when he was suspended in mid-air, "sometimes the devil will drag a person to the sky, so that he can't find the ground under his feet. If there is no one to help you get down quickly , your soul floats away," he told a guy who liked to listen to his stories about the past and write for a living.

After a while, many women came outside the tent chattering. They looked in from the window and door curtain of the tent as if they were rare animals. They all wrapped most of their faces with a woolen scarf, leaving only A pair of big eyes that rolled around, nervous, excited, surprised, shy, like countless hands, touched the bewildered Dapo Dorje all over his body. While drinking tea, the women sat on the ground in the tent, and it was only then that Dapo Dorje realized that he had fallen into a tribe of pure women.In addition to a few little boys, there are only women in this tribe.The men of the tribe went out to carry salt two years ago, but they encountered Junggar bandits on the way, they were a gang of brutal guys.Nomads in northern Tibet organize salt-carrying teams to carry salt to the salt lake every year in exchange for their daily necessities.But the Junggar bandits are vampires attached to the salt-carrying team. They don't go to carry the salt themselves, but only rob the salt-caravan.The men of this tribe were not only robbed of all their belongings by the Junggars, but also tied stones around their necks and sank to the bottom of the lake. "There have been no men in our tribe for two years," said Yuzhen, the old woman who spent the night with Dapo Dorje last night.In fact, she is not old, only about the age of Dagpo Dorje's sister-in-law.The hardships of life made her look at least thirty years older than her actual age.

"Your distinguished master from afar, stay here, we will recommend you to be the leader of the tribe," Yuzhen said. "I'm going to find two of my servants and a man named Kimmy the Nose. They fell in the water with me yesterday. Did any of you see them?" "They are men, and there is tea wherever fate brings them. We need men here, just like cattle and sheep on the pasture must have males and females, so that the livestock will flourish like stars. Sir, we will not let you graze Suffering, you just go to a few tents every night and walk around." Yuzhen said with a smile, and the women around her looked at him eagerly. You son of a bitch whore, think of your master as a stud.Dabo Dorje wanted to yell at others, but then he thought about it, now that he is penniless and trapped in someone else's tent, he no longer has the right to scold others, and he can't hold on to his airs. Dapo Dorje's dream of being a hero sank for no reason in the gentle daughter's hometown on the grassland.Yuzhen seems to be the leader of this woman's tribe. There are more than ten tents in the tribe. Dapo Dorje will be led by Yuzhen into a tent every one or two days. Get him another tent.Like arranging the mating period for the cattle and sheep on the pasture, she distributes the joy and joy of the women in the tribe.Girls on the prairie are rougher and stronger than those on the alpine pastures in the canyons, and they are bolder.Once Dapo Dorje stayed in a tent for an extra day, a woman came to the door with a knife, and the two women fought on the grass outside the tent, exactly like men fighting for their love.Dapo Dorje, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, smiled wryly, Buddha, the world has really fallen apart, the master has become a beggar, the Khampa man who wants to realize the glorious dream of a man has become a stallion on the grassland, and the woman For a man, dare to use a knife. The girl who caused another woman to stab her was named Beizhu. If there are more than 20 women in the tribe who make Dapo Dorje feel pity, Beizhu may be one of them.It wasn't because she reminded Dapo Dorje of that fox-turned bead in the Lancang River Canyon, but because of the pity he never had.This bead is like a gerbil on the prairie, alert and weak, and charming.Dalpo Dorje was her first man. When she got into Dagpo Dorje's arms for the first time, the poor girl knew nothing and wanted to do everything.She crawled around like a gerbil under the sheepskin mattress, but she couldn't find her source of happiness.Dapo Dorje couldn't help laughing, and asked, girl, how old are you?The girl said that she was twelve years old.Dapo Dorje asked again, who asked you to come?The answer is grandma.Grandma said that in this world, a two-legged man on the Qiangtang grassland has a shorter lifespan than a four-legged stallion.If you don't pay close attention, the cattle and sheep on the grassland will become scarce.Dapo Dorje touched the girl's bare back and said pitifully, but you are not yet old enough to be a mare.The girl burst into tears and said, "Grandma said, after the seeds are sown, there will be hope for the grassland."Sir, please, my father and two elder brothers were killed by them. In summer, the Qiangtang Grassland has a long pastoral song and is full of poetry. Pieces of cattle and sheep are dotted on the green grassland, which contrasts with the blue sky and white clouds, making it hard to tell which are the flowing sheep and which are the falling white clouds.But Dapo Dorje was not in the mood to appreciate the vast grassland.He often pulls out the treasured knife from his arms again and again in the warm sun during the day, facing the bright sunlight, carefully reads every detail on the blade, as if reading one wonderful story after another.Since this treasured knife came into his hands, Kimi, a swordsman without a nose, re-bladed it, scrubbed the blade carefully, and told him how to store and maintain a treasured knife, even if it is for Buddha The rituals are not as complicated and meticulous as offering a treasured sword. The white clouds on the grass in the distance suddenly rolled violently, not flying in the sky, but running for their lives on the ground.The screams of women and the wailing of cattle and sheep were also heard at the same time.Miss Beizhu ran over from behind the tent and shouted, "Master, the robbers are coming!" Only then did Dapo Dorje see clearly that behind the rolling white clouds on the ground, two riders were galloping towards them. The white clouds escaping on the grass were Yuzhen's flock of sheep. Run in this direction.Dapo Dorje felt ecstatic in his heart, and when the opportunity to try the knife came, he shouted at Miss Beizhu: "Lead me a good horse!" How can there be no good horses on the prairie, Beizhu easily undid the reins of a horse tied outside the tent, and threw the reins at him, "Get on the horse, master, kill those two robbers!" Dapo Dorje got on his horse and rushed out as soon as he lifted the rein.He hardly had time to think, the knife seemed to jump out of the scabbard by itself, Dapo Dorje held the precious knife high, and killed him like a whirlwind.Those two guys didn't expect that a man would rush out of this woman's tribe. They were two robbers who had tasted the sweetness in this tribe.The leader was a black-faced man in his forties, with a two-pronged matchlock gun on his shoulder, and a long-handled saber in his hand. He saw a man rushing diagonally, the knife in his hand was as white as moonlight. gloomy.This piece of moonlight came before him in the blink of an eye, and the man swung his knife to block it, but his knife was like a tree stick, and was split in two by the opponent's knife with a "click".Two war horses passed by, and the man's horse jumped out of the arrow in panic.The black-faced man thought, this guy's knife is really fast enough. He wanted to pick up the horse and turn around to fight again, but suddenly found that the horse was no longer listening to him. People are talking about this fight many years later.People said that it was not that the horse did not obey the command of the robber, but that the robber's own hands no longer obeyed the command of his head.When he wanted to lift the reins, he didn't know that half of his body had been chopped off by Dapo Dorje's sword from his right shoulder to his left rib.He rode his horse and ran a stone's throw away before his upper body finally fell off the horse's back and landed on the grass. The robber was still shouting: "My horse, my horse!" When the other half of his body was still riding on the horse on the grass, the guy let out a loud cry and collapsed to the ground.The lower half of the horse's back had no idea for a moment, and the panic-stricken horse wandered around the world with that heartless body. Not far away, the other robber saw the fight that decapitated his accomplice in just one round, and was dumbfounded in surprise.When Dabo Dorje rushed towards him, he rolled off the saddle, knelt on the grass and raised the knife in his hand above his head with both hands. The blood in Dapo Dorje's body has boiled to the peak, just like a teapot boiling on a firepit, even if you extinguish the firepit, the water in the pot will still boil for a while.His horse rushed in front of the surrendered bandit in the blink of an eye, and the knife slashed down like lightning—not that he wanted to slash, but that the knife was in his hand like a running leopard.Dapo Dorje had to hold the handle of the knife tightly so that the knife would not fly out of his palm.The horseshoes of his horse under his crotch passed by the ears of the surrender like a pair of swift birds.The robber was a beardless young man with a clean face, who looked like a monk.He knelt upright on the grass, watching Dapo Dorje's back in the distance.After a long time, when a gust of wind blew, his body fell down, but his head was still hanging in the air, as if he wanted to pay tribute to the winner's lightning-like sword that was as fast as tearing the sky. This head has not landed on the ground for many years, the wind carried it to a distant place, and the wind also blew a treasured sword all over the Qiangtang grassland.A floating human head weeps in various tribes on the grassland, among the snow-capped mountains and streams, and to the sound of wandering singers’ strings, telling true legends that even the gods would not believe.The head once sang in song: "The hero's sword strikes like lightning, The hero's horse and eagle come flying like an eagle. The white clouds in the sky were petrified, The flowers on the prairie no longer wither, The milkmaid's heart fell to the grass. Hero's sword, Let a human head float in the sky forever. " Dapo Dorje received a heroic welcome, and the women in the tribe were so excited that they cooked cattle and slaughtered sheep and sang loudly.It was really a carnival night, Dagpo Dorje was like a king, drinking and having fun with the women all night long.It wasn't the warmth of the women that made him indulge, but the treasured sword around him that made him proud.He has never defeated his opponent so cleanly, beautifully and perfectly; he has never discovered that he can have the love of so many women——Buddha, the innocence in the canyon is too small, that shell bead, what is so good about her Woolen cloth?Isn't it just a vixen?Look at these women in front of you. Although they are dark-skinned and smell like animals, they are stronger, more passionate, and longer than each other.Oh Buddha, I was really stupid in the past. If the old housekeeper Yeshe Tsering and the noseless Kimi had not brought his son, the hero Zajie, to find him on horseback more than a month later, Dapo Dorje would have really forgotten the lofty ideals he once had.These two guys were rushed to another nomadic tribe, watched the sheep for a while, and then escaped with the help of the hero Zajie. Those who chased them saw a pair of skeletons standing proudly blocking the road. I dare not chase after it.But there is no more news about the servant Renduo.They say it was the hero Zaj who rescued them on the night they were separated, and pulled them ashore when the icy river was below their heads.Even the old housekeeper Yixi said that he felt that when the hero Zajie grabbed his arm in the water, the fingers with only knuckles pinched him painfully, "It's like an iron chain tied my hand. Master , who rescued you?" he asked. "Me, I was rescued by the tits of sluts." Dapo Dorje said in a cynical tone, "If you don't come, the river didn't drown me, and the milk of these sluts will soon drown me. Haha, The king is not as happy as I am!" The women in the tribe have lost interest in the two new old men and are full of hatred, because they want to take away their master and take away their love.The reason why the women didn't kill them was because the bones of the hero Zaj who followed them made the women shudder.The bones were like the King Kong who protected the two old men, one would be in awe just by looking at him. The loyal old housekeeper Yeshe Tsering came to tell his master that they had heard about a BMW. It was a winged horse that could soar in the clouds and fly on the ground. Famous, come singing in the dream.People saw it galloping far away, only to hear the sound of hooves left behind and its loud neighing. "It's just the sound, it's not as fast as it runs." Yeshe Tsering added at last. "Then, let's go look for it." Dapo Dorje felt his blood was ignited again. "How could it belong to human beings!" Yeshe Tsering exclaimed, "It's the mount of Nyainqentanglha Dharma Guardian God." "Oh, Yeshe, what you said is the same story as those old fathers on the ranch." Dapo Dorje muttered dejectedly. "But, but, it left a foal for us humans." Yeshe Tsering said. "What what? A little pony?" Dapo Dorje opened his eyes wide. "Yes, this divine foal gave birth to a foal with a mare on the pasture." Seeing his master's interest, Yixi Tsering said with joy, "One of the tribe who rescued us The old man said that two years ago, a mare in their pasture ran away with the foal, and people saw them playing and chasing them on the snowy mountain. When the mare came back to the pasture, it gave birth to a foal. You know it's the breed of a god horse." "Does it also have a pair of wings?" Dapo Dorje asked eagerly. "It doesn't." Yeshe Tsering swallowed, as if he also wished that the pony had a pair of wings, "but it is different from ordinary pony, it can chant scriptures." "A pony that can chant sutras!?" Dapo Dorje shouted. "Yes, a pony that can chant. It can chant the Yamantaka Sutra." "Then send it to the temple." Dapo Dorje seemed to be discouraged and lost interest. Yeshe Tsering said, "That's right, now it's with a lama practicing yoga, because people can't tame it anymore." "How does a lama who practices yoga tame a horse? Do you also tell him about the mysterious practices in Tantric Buddhism?" "This horse cannot be tamed without a yogi," broke in Noseless Kimmy, "and if you don't have such a horse, I'll give you my sword for nothing, my lord." Dapo Dorje stared blankly at the noseless Kimi. He was surprised that this guy promised to take his son back to his hometown with honor, but why did he keep following him?Does he have to see his treasured sword paired with a BMW before he is willing? "Then let's find this yogi and leave immediately." Dapo Dorje became enlightened in an instant. There are some people in the world who don't have the life of a hero, but hope to create a hero with their own hands, or to witness a hero turn out. born.The dream of a hero belongs to all good men with blood.If he doesn't leave, his dream of being a hero will not be shattered by the sword of the enemy, but will be destroyed by the tender land of women. "We need offerings for yogis, sir," Yeshe Tsering said. "How much do you want, my housekeeper, do you still have a bank note?" "It was washed away by the river that night, sir, give me a whip." The housekeeper shed a line of old tears for his dereliction of duty. "Sir, we only need to drive away two hundred cattle and sheep," he added. "Do you think I'm still a master now?" Dapo Dorje yelled, "The river on the Qiangtang grassland washed us all away, and even washed me into a crowd of women to become a stallion, a god's foal. Already know how to chant scriptures, my pony is still having fun in women's womb. This son of a bitch's fate, turning a gentleman into a beggar is enough to make him stumble; and a man's heroic dream , as long as he smells a woman's filth, his bones will soften, and his sword will rust. The fate of this son of a bitch..." Dapo Dorje began to cry as he spoke. "My sword won't rust," said Kimi, who had no nose. "Have you ever seen the moon rust? Have you ever seen the sun rust?" "But, have you ever seen a beggar driving one or two hundred cattle and sheep to beg for food?" Dapo Dorje asked back. "You are not a beggar, you are our master." Yuzhen interrupted at this moment. "Hmph, master?" Dapo Dorje said in a mocking tone, "I'm just a stallion you've hitched with a harness." "Isn't it just the two hundred cattle and sheep dedicated to the Yogi Lama, master?" Yuzhen said softly, "The women in the tribe are all yours. Don't the cattle and sheep belong to you? Drive them away. As long as the master You are happy, no matter how many cows and sheep you drive away, we will not take a second look at them. It's just that you, sir... must come back to see your children!" Yuzhen cried. The women behind her also knelt on the ground, crying like rivers.The girl named Beizhu cried like a child about to lose her father again. "Will I have so many sons and daughters?" Dapo Dorje murmured, "I haven't even hurt a hair of the unicorn. I haven't become a hero, but my sons and daughters are everywhere." He didn't know that many years later, every child with beautiful curly hair on this grassland would tell the story of a heroic father named Dapo Dorje, who together with Zhajie became a hero praised by everyone on the grassland.Although he didn't fight the unicorn dragon with a knife, even though he didn't become an unyielding corpse, he made the livestock on the grassland flourish and prosper, as numerous as the stars.He also made the pastoral songs of the women on the grassland more sweet and fluent in love, with more distant expectations and endless longing; he didn't know at that time that love can also make a person a hero, and love can also become a hero. A legend.He didn't know that when the three men and a pair of bones drove the herds of cattle and sheep away, the eyes and hearts of the women in the tribe were taken away, and their tears flowed into tears. A river on Tangtang Grassland, the name of this river has been called Miqiu River for many years. "Miqiu" means tears in Tibetan.Later, when the children of the tribe were born, they bathed in the river, and when they grew up, they grazed by the river.The grass on both sides of the river is luxuriant, and a variety of flowers are in full bloom. Every year, it grows more luxuriantly than other places. There is a kind of grass that looks like Dapo Dorje’s curly hair. The cattle and sheep can grow fat and reproduce after eating it. This kind of grass is called hazel grass by the people on the grassland.In Tibetan, "Zhensheng" is the kind of thing that grows in the bones, rippling in the heart, extending in the years, intertwined with a woman's tender heart in the dead of night, and stays with her for life. It's what we call lovesickness. Yesandawa can already run on the ground.The child born on the pilgrimage road was black and strong.The sunshine on the plateau adorned her smiling face, the wind and rain in the sky bathed her body and mind, and the rugged road strengthened her bones. During the long pilgrimage, she followed the long-headed lama on the earth step by step. No, also grow up day by day.Sometimes, the little figure of her crawling on the mountain road is not so much a child as a lively little beast on the ground.She already knew what season wild flowers and grasses grow on the earth, the different tastes of various wild vegetables, and the names of many small animals crawling on the ground like her, and became friends with them.Wherever she goes, she blends with the environment there, and even the little animals regard her as one of them.She can even talk to ants, walk with grasshoppers, play with monkeys, and sing to birds.One day she crawled to a snake's nest, and a huge snake coiled on a golden egg looked at her suspiciously and viciously.The golden egg is shining, and it belongs to the wealth of the previous life.Many people tried to steal the golden egg, but the snake devoured all the greedy people with its poisonous snake letter, and human skeletons were everywhere around the snake's nest.But Yesandawa didn't know this, and she thought that the snake might be her new friend.She said to the snake: "Haven't you woken up yet? The sun is already high and high." "Chi! chi chi—" replied the snake, lifting its head up for an attack. "Get up, the lama who kowtows is coming soon." Yesandawa stretched out her little hand, as if to grab a beautiful branch. "Chi——" the snake issued a stern warning, and the snake letter spat out like a flame. "Haha, why are you hiding your braids in your mouth? Your clothes are very beautiful, what's your name?" Yesandawa wanted to use her little hands to touch the braids dangling in front of her eyes. The hand was only one finger away from the snake's mouth. At that time, Lama Tenzin in Losang was still kowtowing at the foot of the hillside not far from the child, and Ama Yangjin walked ahead with her luggage on her back.These days, he was almost the one who kowtowed while taking care of Yesandawa.Their speed on the ground is almost equal.At the critical moment when the child was in danger, the gods promptly informed the lama of the child's danger through a cold stone.When the Lama leaned on the ground, the stone was like a snake that got into his arms, and slid from his chest to his thighs, half of his body was cold. "Snake!" The lama exclaimed secretly. "Dawa!" The lama shouted while lying on the ground. The child looked back from the hillside, "There is a big bug, Dad." The lama flew up from the ground with a "huh", like an eagle soaring into the sky, and flew towards Yesandawa. The snake stood up suddenly, and Lama Lobsang Tenzin arrived in time to block Yesang Dawa behind him.Breathing out the breath of death from the snake's mouth, it stood as tall as a lama, and its colorful body was dizzying in the sunlight.The lama quickly recited a scripture to drive away the terrifying breath of the snake.The snake was stunned by the lama's scriptures, swayed a few times, and then coiled back onto the golden egg. The lama had now recognized that the snake was actually the reincarnation of a rich man.This guy kept money like his life in his previous life. He never gave alms to the poor or lamas. Even his wife and children couldn't even get a penny from his pocket.If the family members light an extra butter lamp in front of the shrine, they will also be scolded by him. If the mule eats an extra bite of forage, it will also make him feel distressed. If the tsampa noodles spilled on the ground, he will let his son lick it clean, and even fall into it. For a grain of barley in the crevices of the rocks, he will also break the rocks to find it.When he died, he realized that he couldn't take a penny of all the accumulated wealth with him.He begged the gods to be reincarnated as a snake and transform his life's wealth into a golden egg so that he would hold on to his wealth in the next life.In order to educate the most stingy miser in the world, the gods granted his wish.It was only when he was reincarnated as a snake that he discovered that even if a person who never gave charity had a golden egg in his next life, he would not be able to spend it and enjoy all the joy and happiness brought by wealth.Moreover, he has to be on guard against others to steal his golden eggs at any time. "People who were greedy and ignorant in the previous life can only crawl on the ground in this life. May the compassion of the Buddha also benefit you." The lama read aloud. The snake suddenly spoke, "Dear Lama, for the sake of not killing you, please tell me how I will spend my wealth from my previous life?" "Your wish in this life, did you draw it in the air or write it in the water in the previous life?" the lama asked. The snake thought for a while, and replied: "No, Master Lama. Don't you understand? Paintings drawn in the air are empty, and words written in water will flow away. How can there be such a foolish person in the world?" Woolen cloth?" The lama replied: "Yes, for a miser, the wealth accumulated in the past life is also useless in this life, and it will flow away like water. There is indeed no person in the world who is more stupid than a miser." The snake lowered its head in resentment, exhaling black air.Lama Lobsang Tenzin didn't know that it was a kind of demon's poison.He thought that he had already taught this stubborn snake, but the attachment and greed of people in the world for wealth, how can it be deciphered by a few teachings of the lama master? One day, Lobsang Tenzin Lama's family went to an unknown village for alms. It was a large post station on the official road to Lhasa, and there were many business travelers. Yessang Dawa followed her grandma all the way, and the lama himself went all the way. The three of them Split up and go door to door in the village begging for alms from people.In a butter teahouse, as soon as the lama walked in, he saw his friend Dapo Dorje sitting in it. When the two eyes met, it was like a knife colliding with a knife, and the sparks in their eyes splashed all over the ground. Dapo Dorje, his housekeeper Yeshe Tsering and the noseless Kimi, with the bones of the hero Zagye, just found the yogi lama in a cave behind the village, and exchanged herds of cattle and sheep for him. Here comes the foal that is said to have been bred by a god foal.Dagpo Dorje had just finished drinking half of his congratulatory wine when his old rival arrived unexpectedly.He instinctively pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, like a victor who saw his prey in hand. "Hey, look who is here? The devil always likes to make friends drink tea in the same bowl." For some reason, Lama Lobsang Tenzin first thought of his brother Yudan who was assassinated, rather than his current situation.Was the killer named Ang Qing under his orders?Look at this young master of the Langsa family, the murderous look on his face is still the same as before, like the mark left by a nightmare; the knife in his waist is so similar to the one that killed his brother.喇嘛努力地调息自己的呼吸，尽量用一个修行者平和的口气说： “澜沧江东岸朗萨家族的刀伸得太长了。” “不是长不长的问题，”达波多杰“唰”地把刀抽出来了，“而是一段孽缘要了断的事儿啊。” 这时喇嘛看见一个没有鼻子的怪人从达波多杰身后冒了出来，一把抱住了他，“老爷，你可不能杀一个磕长头的喇嘛。我的雌雄两把宝刀，雌刀已经杀错一个人，留下了一段冤孽了，雄刀要建立的是英雄的功勋和业绩。老爷，今天你的刀刃上要是粘上一滴这位喇嘛上师的血迹……” 达波多杰粗暴地推开了没鼻子的基米，“他与我有杀父之仇，你知道吗？” “佛祖，难道你真的要我这个刀相师下地狱吗？英雄扎杰啊，你的刀是斩杀魔鬼的利剑，不是砍向一个喇嘛上师的凶器。”没鼻子的基米在茶馆里失声痛哭。 这时，从坐在屋子一角的英雄扎杰的尸骨处，发出一声深深的叹息。人们记得，在宝刀从他的尸骨身上摘下来的时候，曾经有过这样的一声叹息。 达波多杰即便可以不听世人的相劝，但他不得不敬畏一副尸骨的忠告。他将刀塞回了刀鞘，然后从藏袍里抓出一把藏币来，走上前两步，“哗”地撒到喇嘛的木碗里，“我要恭喜你，”他嘴里不无傲慢地说：“你还可以多活一些时日。” “在轮回的苦海里，大家都一样。”喇嘛低下头，轻声地说。 “我跟你过的可不是一样的日子。”达波多杰快活地说，“我们都出门那么久了，我已经跑遍大半个雪域高原，到处都有我的朋友。而你还在朝圣路上像蜗牛一样地挪动你那罪恶的身躯。嗨，喇嘛，你的佛、法、僧三宝求到了吗？但愿它们以后能救你的命。” “我离拉萨已经越来越近了。”喇嘛自信地说。 这时一个老妇人从门外抢了进来，手里挥舞着一把寒光闪闪的马刀，直奔达波多杰而去。 “仇人！还我儿子一条命来！”老妇人手里的刀在空中划了一条弧线，达波多杰感觉自己还没来得及抽刀，刀自己就从刀鞘中跳了出来，两把刀“噗”地碰在一起，令人感到奇怪的是没有传来金属相撞时的脆响，倒像一只手掌抓住了另一只手。两个持刀人竟然不能将刀抽回来再度投入搏杀。 “阿妈，这不是你做的事。”洛桑丹增喇嘛一把拉住了阿妈央金。 “朗萨家的恶人，我的儿子是喇嘛不能杀你，我这把老骨头还杀得了你。”老阿妈气咻咻地说。她被洛桑丹增喇嘛往后一拉，刀就从她手里脱落了。但是那刀没有落地，它和达波多杰手里的刀架在一起，悬在半空中，刀和刀粘住了。 “我的雌雄两把宝刀啊，我的两个苦命的儿子！” 没鼻子的基米认出了儿子昂青的刀，立刻明白自己倾尽全部家产求得的两把宝刀，和澜沧江峡谷的两个家族有着永远割舍不断的因缘关系。他不是缔造英雄的导师，就是帮助罪人的帮凶；不是宝刀的鉴赏者、呵护者，就是宝刀一世英名的毁灭者、玷污者。现在，这两把承载着没鼻子的基米的英雄梦想，承载着他两个儿子命运的宝刀，在跟随主人颠沛流离了大半个雪域高原以后，骤然相聚，像久别重逢的亲人。 没鼻子的基米冲达波多杰叫道：“老爷，请让雌雄两把刀说说它们自己的话！” 他不喊，达波多杰紧握刀柄的手也要松开了，不然刀会伤着他的。达波多杰已经感到刀正以一股神秘的力量从他的手掌里挣脱出去。两把刀就像吸铁石一般纠缠在空中，它们翻转，缠绵，刀刃和刀刃相互砥砺摩擦，然后它们就像两个手挽手的亲兄弟，从屋子里飞了出去。 “我的宝刀！”达波多杰大叫着要去追，没鼻子的基米拉住了他，“别管刀！我的两个好儿子，有八年没见面了。”他涕泗横流地说。对这个刀相师来说，刀就是他的儿子，就是他破灭了的英雄梦。 人们看见，雌雄两把宝刀在空中飞舞，不是在格杀，而是在追逐亲昵。它们飞过了驿道，绕过一幢幢低矮的房舍，来到一片草甸上空。雄刀像箭一般直刺蓝天，雌刀就如展翅的鸟儿，翱翔在雄刀的身边；雄刀劈开天边的一团白云，雌刀便像入水的鱼儿，一头扎进白云的深处；雄刀向山崖俯冲而去，斩下一块岩石来，雌刀也不示弱，一个翻滚贴地而飞，从一条溪流上一划而过，溪流从此断流，溪水不再流淌。远处天边的闪电受到大地上两道白光的挑战，挥舞着鞭子问罪而来，雌雄两把宝刀一齐迎上去，第一个响雷被雄刀一刀劈为两半，摔落在地还未炸响，第二个响雷已被雌刀挑在了刀尖，刀刃一弹就扔回了天庭。闪电的鞭子刚一舞起来，雌雄两把宝刀奋力一挥，闪电便被斩成三截，一截飘向了印度洋，一截落在了喜马拉雅山，还有一截归顺了雄刀，成为刀柄上漂亮的缨须。 直到现在，草原上的人们每逢重大节日，都有祭祀宝刀的仪式。在这个庄重的仪式上，人们还会吟唱在英雄传说的年代，没鼻子的基米的雌雄两把宝刀，曾经带给草原的传奇和骄傲。人们既唱它们建立的功勋，也唱它们造下的孽障。还唱它们在天空中兀自嬉戏、斩杀闪电和雷霆的神迹。 在人们的吟唱中，我们得知，如果不是大地上人们虔诚的祈祷，如果不是没鼻子的基米骄傲的欢呼，还有，如果没有英雄扎杰的尸骨对他弟弟昂青深切的思念——他跟随人们来为户外，用空洞的眼窝仰望蓝天，嘴里呵出深沉的寒气，仿佛在为兄弟俩多舛的命运哀叹。这两把宝刀也许就再也不会回到人间了。三天以后，人们才在草地的边缘找到了雌雄两把宝刀，它们一齐插在一个魔鬼的心脏上。那是一个专门拨弄是非的魔鬼，凡是他所到之处，兄弟成仇，夫妻反目，部落相互残杀，民族争斗不休，连那些不同教派的喇嘛们，也时常被他所迷惑。 搬弄是非的魔鬼被杀，达波多杰就暂时找不到杀磕长头喇嘛的理由。他取回了自己的那把宝刀，再不敢将它轻易在喇嘛面前亮出来。而洛桑丹增喇嘛却念了一通经文，让雌刀永远插在魔鬼的胸口。多年以后，这把刀化成一块坚硬锋利的岩石，变成了一段美丽动人的传说。 没鼻子的基米惭愧地对洛桑丹增喇嘛说：“尊敬的上师，喇嘛播撒慈悲，凡人崇尚英雄。你让人们看到了一个修行者的悲悯。” 洛桑丹增喇嘛说：“宝刀不一定能让人称为英雄，人的善行却可以让宝刀留下名声。真正的英雄要有大悲之心。” “别听他的，”达波多杰说：“我们还有良马呢。等它长大了，你的英雄就会从你梦中奔跑出来。" 洛桑丹增喇嘛看见达波多杰身后站有一匹小马驹，它的周身散发出神驹才会有的光芒。它的毛色是金黄色的，细长的腿，瘦削的腰身，身子两侧有一排牙齿一样的肉团，仿佛要从那里长出传说中的翅膀来。如果他还是牧场上的牧人，他会对这匹神奇的马驹赞不绝口，但是他现在已经预感到，这匹马驹的马蹄将来会从他的耳边飞过。 “一匹从小就有嗔心①的马驹，因为要驾驭它的人没有断除自己的恶业。”喇嘛说。 “不是恶业没有断除，而是孽缘没有了断。”达波多杰回答道，“喇嘛，你还回澜沧江峡谷吗？” 洛桑丹增喇嘛眼望着道路的前方，缓缓说：“如果你的杀心还没有消除，我将回峡谷等你。” “好啊。”达波多杰击掌道，“我的三宝已经找到两样了，而你还没有到圣城拉萨。佛祖才知道你能不能求到佛、法、僧三宝，我的小马驹会念的咒语都比你的灵。贝珠，来，念一段经文给我们的喇嘛听听。”达波多杰给这马驹取名为贝珠，只有他自己才知道这是为了人生中一段刻骨铭心的思念。 那马驹晃晃马头，一串咒语从它的鼻孔里喷出来，路边的青草随着咒语摇摆起舞，一些石子儿在地上排列出矩形的图案。连洛桑丹增喇嘛也看得一脸的迷惑。 “看见了吧，这是真正的神驹的种，”达波多杰洋洋得意地说，“等我们都回到峡谷，让大家看看，谁拥有的藏三宝更能带给我们荣誉和骄傲。” 喇嘛平静地说：“我所皈依的三宝，并不是为了满足一颗骄傲的心。我在寻找它们的这些时日里，越来越学会谦卑了。” ①是佛教指的七种恶之一。