Chapter 13 Fruit Scroll Chapter 6-2

In the race between two families on both sides of the Lancang River Canyon to find the "Three Treasures" in the snowy land, Dapo Dorje seemed to be one step ahead, and the "Three Treasures" he was looking for were only the same.People told him that the fast guns should be found in Houzang. Many years ago, the British opened the gate of Tibet from there and attacked the holy city of Lhasa with fast guns and cannons.The Dharma protectors on the snowy plateau fought several battles with the British. Although they failed, it is said that they turned the guns of the devils from other countries into magic weapons to suppress the devils.In some temples in Houzang, in the caves of those monks who practiced asceticism, the weapons of these subdued demons may still be found.

Legends and dreams guide the way of travelers.Dapo Dorje took Yeshe Tsering to Houzang, and the little pony followed them. It would take another two years for Dabo Dorje to jump on its back.Noseless Kimi had a dream of the same hometown as Zaj's bones one night.Since then, the bones of the hero Zajie Baisensen have turned yellow, and Kimi, who has no nose, interprets this as his son missing his hometown.So before noseless Kimmy turned his horse's head in the direction of home, he said sadly: "My lord, there is a big tree in my hometown that blooms huge red flowers in spring. It was dyed red by the blood of heroes in ancient times, so people there call this flower the hero flower. The hero flower in my hometown should be Open, master, no matter how great a hero is, he will always return to his hometown. Either he is famous all over the world, or he is a corpse."

Dapo Dorje sighed: "Poor Kimi, there will never be a good father like you in the world." Then he said something that foreshadowed his own fate, "We will meet again. Then I was either a bum or a hero on the battlefield." Kimi the noseless, the hero's mentor, the connoisseur of precious swords, the warm-hearted chivalrous man, the father who lost two sons who aspired to be heroes, finally jumped off his horse again and hugged Dalpo Dorje tightly, " My lord, my heroic dreams are all in you. Stay away from women, they will wear down a hero's spirit." The west wind rolled up the fallen leaves all over the sky, chasing the mount of the hero Zajie's skeleton.Dapo Dorje watched as the bones of the noseless Kimi and the hero Zaje slowly disappeared at the end of the road.Zajie's skeleton is still riding on the horse, like a noble and brave knight, with a straight body and a high head, and the horse under the crotch is stepping evenly, bringing the expectations of the hero's hometown closer little by little.

Dapo Dorje couldn't help crying, "Buddha protects me from going back to my hometown like this." He said softly. The family of pilgrims continued to march towards Lhasa.The villages and towns on the pilgrimage road are getting denser and denser, which shows that they are very close to the holy city of Lhasa, and the pilgrims' family has seen the dawn of hope.But recently, they discovered a strange phenomenon, people retreated from the front of the road one after another, and even the pilgrims who passed them before fled back in panic.There are more and more dead bodies on the side of the road, just like walking in a cemetery. Their bodies are swollen, covered with scars and bumps. When they die, their faces are terrified and their eyes are bulging, as if they were suddenly killed by a devil from behind on the way to escape. hit.

"Is there a war ahead?" Lama Lobsang Tenzin asked a dying old man lying on the side of the road. "Lama, let's go back. We can't go any further. The devil's bloody mouth has swallowed one village after another." The old man said weakly. "Buddha, how big a mouth does a devil have?" the lama asked in surprise. "It's not big, but it's powerful." The old man stretched out his skinny fist, "Its mouth is only this big." The lama asked again, "How did it harm so many people?" "That's the mouth of a snake." The old man knew that he was about to die. Facing the compassionate and determined lama who bowed his head, he had to tell the secret of the devil's harm. "It is the incarnation of the devil, and the black breath it exhales makes people suffer from snake wind disease ② The plague of the devil blows from the wind and sticks to people, and the skin immediately blisters, cracks, and thickens, just like being rolled away The water is scalding like that. Wherever the snake’s breath blows, the sky will be polluted by the devil’s breath. But, Buddha! How do we know which piece of sky is swallowed by the devil’s mouth?” The old man shouted angrily to the sky , his hand trembled slightly and pointed at the empty sky, only then did the lama realize that the old man’s two eyeballs were gone. I don’t know if they were dug away by the devil, or because he couldn’t bear to see the miserable scene of hell on earth, so the eyeballs simply hid stand up.The old man said sadly: "Going down the mountain pass in front, there is not a single village that is still smoky. House after house is wiped out, and people die in village after village. Go back, compassionate master, that road The snake that the devil sent to spread serpentine disease is over the mountain..."

The voice of the old man was still floating in the air, and the last breath was cut off suddenly.Before the catastrophe of the devil comes, it has an agreement with human beings, whoever tells the truth of the disaster will be killed.The snake that spreads the snake disease always hides in the shadows and eavesdrops on people's conversations, and then kills those who dare to speak the truth with the deadliest plague in the world. Now, the lama is eager to seek the Three Jewels of Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha, and to see the guru whom he meets every day in his dreams. He thinks that this old man who just died has exaggerated the things ahead.He is not afraid of snakes, nor is he afraid of snake wind disease caused by snakes.The lama decided to move on, even though Ama Yangjin was hiding from him and wiping tears secretly, even though the "Leopard Protecting the Dharma" jumped into the middle of the road several times, trying to dissuade the stubborn lama.But the lama misunderstood the meaning of the leopard, and he thought it was his brother who was removing obstacles on the road for him.

They enter the sky controlled by the devil, and the breath of death is oppressive.In the first village at the foot of the mountain, there was only one dog who was still breathing. It told the lama with sad eyes, go back, one step forward, it means death.The lama looked at the ghosts floating above the village and no one helped them, and thought, so many people have died, these innocent people must feel the mercy of the snowy land of Buddha. So, the lama performed seven days of ceremonies to save the souls of the dead alone in the village shrouded in death.The monotonous and lonely but persevering and compassionate scriptures drove away the spirit of death in the village, and calmed down those wandering and restless ghosts, so that the wind over the village at night would no longer cry miserably.The corpses of most of the dead were swollen and festered, and the corpses flowed horizontally, polluting the land and water sources. Even the green grass on the ground turned black, and the spring water also emitted a strong stench.What makes the lama deeply regret is that his mana is limited and he can't recruit the eagle from the sky.In fact, in a sky controlled by the devil, no matter how strong the eagle's wings are, it cannot fly freely.The rest of the lama's work is to tear down the houses and bury the fathers who seem to be drinking tea by the firepit, the mothers who are still breastfeeding their children, and the old people who are still kneeling in front of the shrine to pray.

To save sentient beings, one must pay the price.Lama Tenzin passed through one deserted village after another, and when he was about to see the dawn of life, the shadow of death overtook the pilgrim's family.On the last day when they were about to leave the sky controlled by the devil, the lama and grandma Yangjin relaxed their vigilance. They let Yesandawa rest under a dead forest. The lama went to the village to chant sutras for the soul of the deceased. Mom went looking for firewood.The perennial life of eating and sleeping in the open has made Yesandawa a child of nature.She was lean and healthy, like a young tree swaying in the wind.Perhaps because of this, the Lama and Grandma Yangjin thought it was a natural thing to put Yesandawa next to a forest.

But it was a dry forest shrouded in the air of death.The scorched black rotting leaves covered several broken skeletons. Yesandawa dug open the leaves, trying to find her crawling children on the ground.But she dug out a human leg tibia, and she didn't know what it was, so she put it in her mouth and blew.Bursts of black ash were blown out from the deep hole in the shin bone, and a ghostly black moth was brought to the ground, and the dust of death immediately enveloped the ignorant child. This is a black moth sent by the devil. It has been suffering in the dark hell for 3,600 years. The pure and fragrant smell from the child's mouth revived its demon nature, making it pupate into a moth in an instant, and the longer it grows, the more it grows. bigger.Yesandawa has never seen such a beautiful and huge moth. It has six black wings, a body thicker than Yesandawa's arm, tentacles like black whips, dirty and jet-black It is still chewing on broken human bones, and dark green patterns are all over its body, which are the traces left when it was imprisoned by the shackles in hell, which further deepens its eerie horror of the angel of death.

"Why is your body so dark?" Yesandawa asked curiously. Black Moth smiled slyly: "Because I always fly in the dark, and the night has stained my clothes black." "The moon doesn't come out until after dark, so why isn't the moon dark?" "Oh, because... because the moon was born on a snowy mountain, the wind and snow on the snowy plateau stained her clothes white, and I was born in a dark cave, but the light of the moon made us beautiful like fairies." "Then, you are the black fairy flying from the moon." Yesandawa said with certainty, and reached out to catch the black moth that was always flying around in front of her eyes.

Black Moth dodged and avoided, "Oh, I don't have the luck to live on the moon. The place I came from is far away from the moon." The child asked: "Are we farther from the moon?" "It's much farther than your people." "Grandma said, I still have an uncle who lives with my grandmother farther than the moon. Do you live with them too?" "Almost. I've seen them." The black moth danced in front of the child. "Is my Abba in heaven a lama?" In the child's mind, men all over the world are the same as Lama Tenzin, who only do prostration. "Your Heavenly Abba," Black Moth circled the child's head twice, "he is a brave man, even the devil is afraid of him." "What did he do to scare the devil too?" "He kept the devil behind him, so that the lama who kowtowed his long head could kowtow to his long head with peace of mind." "Is the devil powerful?" "It's huge." "As strong as my father?" "Have." "Then how did my dad beat the devil?" "He let the devil go to hell, and he ascended to heaven. Some of the brave people among you humans have defeated the devil in this way." The child looked at the big and thick dark clouds above the black moth, and remembered what grandma had told her, so he asked again: "My grandma is also in the sky, did she also defeat the devil?" The black moth stopped flying, and stayed in the air solemnly, and replied solemnly: "Yes, your grandmother is a person who makes the devil fear." "What is awe?" the child asked. "Awe is the emotion you humans feel when you face the gods. You are afraid because of admiration in your heart, and you are infinitely admirable because of fear. Oh, how can you explain these words clearly to a child." "You mean it's like we burn incense and kowtow when we face the holy mountain, holy lake, and Buddhas and Bodhisattvas?" "You're right. What a clever boy." Ye Sandawa was praised and was very happy.Because this is a sentence that is often heard on the road.She added: "I can still recite scriptures. Every night, I have to recite with my lama father and grandma." "Oh, that's not an easy thing to do." Even the devil would be moved to hear a child say that.The black moth flew to a branch, pretending to fly away, "I can't talk to you anymore, otherwise I won't be able to do my own thing." "What are you going to do?" "Me," Black Moth said evasively, "I was originally here to take you to see your parents." "That's great, beautiful black fairy, take me there quickly. I want to see them every day." "May this wish of yours lighten my guilt. Come with me, little girl." The black moth flew in front, and the little girl chased after him.The sunshine in the world is getting farther and farther away from Yesandawa, but the death atmosphere in the underworld is getting heavier and heavier.For a while, Black Moth looked like a sneaky, guilty mouse in the sky, while Yesandawa seemed like a butterfly dancing on the ground.The weak magic power of the lama can no longer protect the children who have run away.The leopard, who was hiding not far away, felt the threat of death to the child with the intuition of a father.It saw the flapping of black wings in the sky, and it knew that these wings were dyed by the deepest darkness in hell, the black that could drown all life in the world, and even more so, the black that could swallow the light of the sun and the moon.The leopard came galloping from the hill, its angry roar was carried by the sound of the wind.But the devil's mischief made a father's immortal love fall headlong into a bottomless trap of darkness. The "Leopard Protecting the Dharma" suddenly lost his way. Lama Tenzin and Ama Yangjin both heard the desperate wail of the leopard.The lama hastily ended his prayers to the Buddha for mercy, picked up his shabby cassock and ran towards the withered forest, where Grandma Yangjin was already in a hurry, "Buddha, Dawa is gone!" Grandma Yang Jin beat his chest and stamped his feet. Lama Losang Tenzin saw a pile of dead bodies under dead branches and leaves, and he realized that this dead forest grew—or died—very strangely. All the branches did not have a single leaf, and they all hung down to the ground; It turned black, and the fallen leaves on the ground also turned black, as if it had been burned thousands of times by the fire of hell. The tree's corpse was not turned into ashes, but as dry as iron, and those black leaves even carried the residual heat of the fire of hell.The lama understood that he had just misplaced the child.Even lamas make mistakes sometimes.He remembered what his master had told him. At this moment, the lama saw a huge black moth hovering on the hillside ahead, like a black ghost dancing in the sky.There was a roar in his mind, like the water of the Lancang River pouring over his head, and his compassionate heart was immediately submerged in the boundless darkness.The lama's tears flowed down his cheeks, and the unprecedented sorrow since he embarked on the pilgrimage crushed him at once. Many years later, Lama Losang Tenzin realized his Dharmakaya and Buddha-nature after many years of practice, and he realized that the requirements of Buddha-nature for a practitioner are actually very simple, but very difficult to achieve. That is to abandon all attachments in the human world, and let people's nature float to the sea naturally and lightly like a stick floating along in the river.Because attachment makes people confused and makes people unable to see their own Buddha nature. If he was deeply in love with Yesandava back then, he shouldn't have risked passing through the sky controlled by the devil.But he was obsessed with his pilgrimage, eager to seek the Three Jewels of Buddha, Dharma and Sangha.Confused by his own attachment, he forgot the compassion of Buddha nature hidden in human life.When a person seeks the Dharma, he originally intends to solve doubts, but he is confused by the way of seeking the Dharma. Later, one day when he was practicing in closed-door practice in countless dark caves, an envoy sent by the gods told him that because of his compassion and the merits he had practiced, and also because of Yesandawa's last moments of life, The innocence and innocence shown in front of the devil and the god of death, she has been reincarnated on a lotus flower in a white lake, the messenger of the gods asked the lama if he would name the child "Lotus Fairy." The lama was silent for a long time in the dark before telling the messenger, "I think, let's call her 'doubt'." ① Refers to the place where more than seven corpses are thrown away. ②In the past, Tibetans believed that smallpox was caused by the breath of snakes, so people at that time called smallpox snake wind disease. ③The "five poisons" referred to in the Buddhist scriptures. Lama Lobsang Tenzin lay motionless on the snow for a long time. Several wolves were waiting on the hillside. The reason why they did not rush down and tear the man lying on the snow to pieces was because a leopard was lying on the snow. in front of them.The leopard and the wolves had been fighting for two days. Although the leopard also paid the price, one of its hind legs was bitten by a wolf, which made it have to walk with a limp, but it never let the wolves get closer to the lama.This leopard blessed by Buddhism will prove with its unyielding strength that there is a kind of love in the world, which can pass through the cycle of life and death. Although the leopard defeated the vicious pack of wolves—just like it blocked a killer behind the long-headed lama in its previous life, it couldn't make the lama stand up again on the snow, and its eyes were full of anxiety.It wailed towards the snowy sky, calling for the lama's grandmother, but the leopard didn't know that the grandmother Yangjin was sinking in a deep snow nest at the moment, and the wind and snow piled up like wind and sand were almost helpless The old man drowned.The leopard vaguely felt that the only backup of the lama was in trouble, but if it turned back, the lama on the snow would soon become the prey of the wolves. It was a snow nest as deep as two people, and the old man didn't know how he fell into it.Only a small sky can be seen above the head, which is so thick that it seems to collapse at any time. "If the sky is falling like this, you should collapse. I'm already too tired." Yang Jin shouted to the top. Yang Jin felt that as the son of kowtowing got closer and closer to the holy city of Lhasa, more and more disasters would come.Look at what happened to her, her son was killed, her daughter-in-law was buried in a bear's mouth, and her only granddaughter was tricked by the devil.Does the Buddha really not know the heart of a suffering mother?Is it true that the Buddha is not an extremely powerful god in the snowy plateau, whose kindness cannot benefit the pious, humble, lonely and weak beings? The snow nest was surrounded by loose snow, which fell down as soon as she pulled it. The more she struggled up, the more snow fell, and the snow had already buried Yang Jin's half body.The poor old man thought that unless the Buddha stretched out his compassionate hand, she would no longer be able to support the lama's son who bowed his head.But, Buddha, where is your help? Buddha's help is always everywhere.This time the envoy he sent was a nine-foot-tall giant. He was the mysterious King Kong who was half-human and half-god in the snowy plateau. The most unknown and lonely bunch on earth.People usually call them "snowmen" and "savages".In most cases, they live in people's legends, and when a lucky human being meets them suddenly, the impression they leave on people is nothing more than that they are extremely powerful, walking like flying, covered in hair, and they can't come and go. They often appear in the vast primeval forest, take the earth as their home, commune with gods and spirits, and keep company with devils.In fact, the evil in them is no more than that of human beings, and the compassion is no less than that of human beings.But people hated them, hunted them, and chased them to the depths of the forest, to the end of the snow field.They fear humans no less than humans fear them.But their sympathy has no words to express. With a sweep of the snowman's giant hand, he pulled Yang Jin out of the snow nest, as easily as pulling out a spring onion.The dazzling light on the snowfield made Grandma Yangjin's eyes barely open.She felt a large shadow around her, and a brown rock wall covered with weeds stood in front of her. She supported the rock wall and thought: Where have I been?When I fell just now, there was no rock wall around me. Yang Jin suddenly felt that the rock wall was moving, his feet couldn't find the ground, and he rose in mid-air.After her eyes slowly adjusted to the strong light outside, she saw a huge mouth opened on the weedy rock wall, exhaling a foul smell like a blood basin, just like the air blown in the sweltering summer. A gust of hot air.The nostril above the mouth was as big as a child's fist, and the eyes were hidden in the deep black fur. "Devil! What are you going to do to me, an old man?" Yang Jin hung in the air, but he didn't feel scared. What's so scary about an old man? The snowman carefully looked at Yang Jin in the giant palm, hesitated for a moment, and then gently placed Yang Jin on the snow like putting down a baby.It was only then that Yang Jin realized how different she was from this guy. When she looked up at him, she even took off the broken hat on her head. Yang Jin's feet went limp and he collapsed on the snow. The snowman bent down, like a mountain falling down, he hugged Yang Jin in his arms, he licked the snow dregs all over Yang Jin's body with his wide and fat tongue, a fishy hot breath enveloped him almost Frozen old grannies.This reminded Yang Jin of a hot spring in his hometown, and the steaming heat gushing out from the ground was similar to that of this big guy, so warm that it reminded people of the closeness of God. Yang Jin suddenly felt hot all over, not because of excitement or fear, but because of shyness.She was held in the arms of the snowman, as if she had returned to her baby days.God, what kind of grandmother is warmed by a pair of breasts.The snowman's two breasts radiated heat like a fire pit, as big as two quilts, almost suffocating Yang Jin.But when Yang Jin understood the snowman's kindness, she really wanted to sleep in the arms of the protruding mountains. "Are you a human? A god? A devil? Please, let me down." "Woo-oooo." The snowman shook his head, not knowing what he was going to say. "I want to go down! I want to find my son. He is a lama with a long head!" Yang Jin suddenly thought of her son who was also in desperation. She patted the giant's chest and pointed to the front of the snowfield. Snowman understood what Yang Jin meant, and put her down gently again.In the life-and-death chasing game with people from generation to generation, they have been able to understand human language, and even see through human minds.Because all the gods and devils that humans fear are their friends, but humans know very little about them. Yang Jin was thinking about her son, and after leaving the snowman's arms, she ran forward. She stumbled and ran a long way on the snow, and suddenly felt that she should kowtow to her savior.She stopped and looked back, and saw the snowman resting his hands on his brow bone in the distance, looking towards this side, like a mighty King Kong standing in the wilderness.Yang Jin knelt down on the snow with a "poof", and pointed at him with a long head. "You are also the god of the snowy plateau! Please bless all the pilgrims who are wandering in other places." The snowman must have heard the old lady's prayer, and he must also know the plight of the pilgrims' family at this time.He only took two steps and stood in front of Yang Jin. "Woo——" the snowman looked forward with his mouth, which meant that he wanted to walk with the old lady. Although the Yetis did not match humans in intellectual development, the gods endowed them with superhuman powers in other respects.Their vast and lofty walks on the earth, even if human beings evolve another 10,000 years, they may still not be able to catch up.On the snow, this big guy seems to have wings on his feet, and the footprints he left can almost bury Yang Jin.He took a step forward, and it took Yang Jin a long time to catch up.So the snowman simply reached out and clamped Yang Jin in his arms, and Yang Jin felt that he was flying on the snow. Not long after, Yang Jin saw the leopard, which was whimpering in front of Lama Losang Tenzin who was lying prone.Yang Jin's heart suddenly turned cold, "My lama's son, my lama's son!" She patted the snowman's chest and showed him the lama on the snow. The leopard misunderstood the snowman at the beginning. It saw Grandma Yangjin being clamped in the arm of a huge monster, and rushed towards it with a whistling sound.The snowman dodged and avoided the fatal pounce of the leopard.The snowman pulled casually on the snow, and actually grabbed a basin-sized stone, and swung his arms to throw the stone at the leopard. Grandma Yangjin, who didn't know where the power came from, yelled, and grabbed the snowman The man's arm also swayed out with the waving of the arm, hanging on it like a thin old walnut. "The leopard is also my son, please, don't hurt it!" Yang Jinxuan shouted in mid-air. The leopard had turned back at this time and was about to pounce again. Yang Jin shouted again: "Yu Dan, my good son Yu Dan! This is my savior, don't come here!" The yeti will probably never be able to figure out the relationship between a leopard and a family.But he saw that the leopard's eyes were shining with the guilt and gratitude that can only be seen in human eyes.At least he already knew that the relationship between Leopard and this old man was extraordinary. Both sides who were about to fight calmed down.Yang Jin jumped out of the snowman's arms onto the snow, and threw himself on the Lama's side, but Lama Tenzin, Lobsang, had already froze to death. Grandma lay on top of the lama and wailed loudly. Her heart-piercing shouts stirred up gusts of snow in the wilderness, whirling and fleeing into the distance.The snowman squatted down and looked down at the lama on the snow.The lama was almost the same as him, he had also become a pale "snowman". Snow and ice shards covered his whole body, and the exposed skin was already stiff and chapped, like a wasteland full of scars and beyond redemption.The snowman held the lama in his arms, licked off the snow scum all over his body, and tried to warm the lama again with the warmth from his chest and tongue, but the lama was still stiff and motionless, like a piece of cold wood. The snowman yelled a few times to his grandma Yangjin, picked up Lama Lobsang Tenzin and ran away. The leopard started to chase after him, but it found that it was almost impossible to catch up with this mysterious snowman on the snow. possible.In the blink of your eye, he's gone behind a cloud of snow and mist. Grandma Yangjin said to the leopard: "I have lived for so long, and this is the first time I was caught in the palm of my hand by an envoy sent by God and saved my life. Yudan, don't worry, your brother is a lama with a long kowtow , the merits are immeasurable, and he himself is half a god. We ordinary people don't care about what the gods are going to do. Your brother will come back." Two days later, the figure of the wind and snow was far away, and the sun shone on the earth again.The vast snowfield was clean, and a black spot came slowly and firmly from the sky.Lama Lobsang Tenzin returned to Ama Yangjin intact, and there was no trace of death on his calm and resolute face.He was wearing a huge and brand new tiger skin, which was a gift from the snowman. From now on, the lama will no longer suffer from the cold.As for how the snowman used his own method to revive the lama who bowed his head, that is a question that people will never understand.This kind of creature unique to the snow-covered plateau has been kept out of the cognition range of arrogant and timid human beings, and people will never enter their world. However, there is nothing in the sacred snowy land that is not solemn, and nothing in the land of illusion is real.There are figures of some gods that we will never see.It's not that we are incapable, but that we only have a pair of human eyes; it's not that we lack piety, but that our karma has not yet arrived; it's not that we haven't found a way to enter the world of gods, but that God is in front of increasingly omnipotent human beings. , we must leave some last secrets for us, and leave a little space for the gods to come and go freely.Right?