Chapter 14 Fate Scroll Chapter 7-1

Time ruthlessly sifts away some details of life like a sieve, leaving only coarse memory fragments and painful particles.Just like a person on a journey, he can only think of some sporadic scenes and unforgettable tenderness after many years of the roads and villages he passed, the snow-capped mountains and rivers he crossed, the beasts and women he encountered.Just like Dapo Dorje who wandered around in the snowy land, he has been out for six full years now, the snow on the pass of the snow mountain, the flowers blooming everywhere on the grassland, and the constantly changing women under the sheepskin mattresses , and those drinking buddies, knights, merchants, wandering singers, lamas, and shepherds I met during the journey were all sifted away by the sieve of time.Now Dapo Dorje only misses one person. In the hungry and uninhabited wilderness, in the long and lonely night, in the cold and dilapidated tent, on the bumpy horseback, Dabo Dorje misses one person deep in his bones.

This person is not his sister-in-law Beizhu who was fascinated by her sharp moaning, nor is it the strong and passionate women on the pasture, nor is it someone in the tent during the journey who blooms wantonly like wild flowers on the roadside and picks them at will. girl.This person is his spiritual mentor, and in his mind, he is even more stalwart than his father. He walks towards his dream step by step under his teaching; when he stands behind him, Dagpo Dorje's strength and Courage grows inch by inch in the bottom of my heart, just like having a powerful army behind you in front of thousands of troops.

This is the Kimi who had his nose cut off by a knife, forged two precious swords, and trained a hero and a killer.Dapo Dorje hadn't heard from him for more than two years, and he didn't know if this noseless old guy missed him too, and whether he still remembered his dream of being a hero. But he himself has almost forgotten all the heroic dreams he once had.It's not that he is intoxicated by another woman's gentle hometown, nor is it that the customs of a foreign land make him linger and forget to return, but that he has now been reduced to the point where he is almost a slave.A man who has become a slave obviously has a longer way to accomplish a heroic deed.It's just that this slave doesn't do very heavy work, doesn't worry about food and drink, and doesn't get whipped and scolded, and it's a good job that many men can only dream of.A guy like Dapo Dorje is the kind of guy who commits crimes. Even if he is a slave, he is just a sex slave.

The incident happened half a year ago. Dagpo Dorje and his loyal old housekeeper Yeshe Tsering wandered into a dry and hot valley of a tributary of the Yarlung Zangbo River. People told them that through this valley, they could walk to the official road leading to Shigatse, an important town in Tibet.The unknown river valley is narrow and hidden. The heat waves permeate the air like stagnant water, while the water in the river is freezing cold. If people jump into the river, it is not a matter of cooling off, but a matter of freezing to death. .Yeshe Tsering repeatedly warned Dapo Dorje, who was extremely hot and thirsty, that you can't go down the river to seek pleasure for a while. This is a river controlled by demons. Haven't you seen corpses floating down from the upper reaches?There must be a hot spring in such a valley, let me look for it again, sir, I seem to have smelled the hot spring.Dapo Dorje said angrily at that time, I could still smell the fragrance of flowers.

The god heard the prayers of the two homeless people that day, and he let Yeshe Tsering find the hot spring and let Dapo Dorje smell the fragrance of flowers.At a crease of the mountain road, a pool of hot springs flowing down from the mountain formed a pool, bursts of hot air drifted in the valley, and there were girls playing and laughing in the water.Dapo Dorje laughed at that time: "Today we really kowtowed to meet the real Buddha, and burned incense to meet the Bodhisattva." Looking from the hillside where they are, there are two girls bathing in the pool. It is impossible to tell whether they are beautiful or not, but their black waterfall-like hair is floating in the pool, like black shiny black brocade.Dapo Dorje hadn't had sex with women for a long time, and his heart felt a little itchy.He said to the old housekeeper, "These two girls need a man to help them."

After all, the old housekeeper acted cautiously. He said, "Master, in this deserted valley, the two girls soaking in the hot spring are either the devil's daughter or a robber's trap. Let's go." But Dapo Dorje didn't listen, he believed too much in his charm in front of the girls, so he asked Yeshe Tsering to look around first to see if there were any devil's footprints.He'll come and change him after he's done showering with the girls.The development of the situation was just as Dabo Dorje had expected. When he stood by the hot spring with a smile on his face, the eyes of the two girls in the water were so bright that they overshadowed the light of the spring water.

"Is the water warm?" he asked. "It's not cold." The younger girl said, burying her face in the water shyly.But the much older girl stared straight at this handsome man who seemed to come out of a painting. "Is it easy to wash?" He asked frivolously. "The water flowing down from the sky is given by the gods; where did the man standing by the spring come from?" asked the older girl.Her gaze scares even Dapo Dorje, a veteran in love, the kind of gaze that will tear a piece of flesh out of you just by looking at you. "Where he comes from. You just say, guest from afar, come down and bathe with us."

"Then why are you still standing still?" The girl with sharp eyes spoke very aggressively, and it could be seen that her desire was no less than that of Dapo Dorje. In many places in Tibetan areas, the custom of men and women bathing together is very common, but it is generally limited to people in the family or the same village. Since they are all relatives and elders, no one will have evil thoughts in the hot springs.Bathing with strangers like this takes a little guts and romance, and Dagpo Dorje has both.The courage of the two girls surprised the love master Dapo Dorje.A girl's foot came out of the water first, wrapping around Dagpo Dorje's leg like a water snake.Everyone felt that the temperature of the water in the hot spring was rising. Let alone a pool of hot spring, even the ice water melted from the snow mountain would be boiled by the lust of the three of them.He dealt with the two girls in that shallow pool, and the two girls were so excited by him that they couldn't stop.The younger one wanted to get up and leave, but Dapo Dorje only stared at her for a moment with his piercing eyes, and her bones crumbled, her plump breasts rose and fell rapidly, causing waves to calm down. The spring water seems to be the turbulent Brahmaputra River.The energy of the human gaze can sometimes overwhelm the ray of the sun, and on certain occasions it is the brightest and most powerful light in the world.Some tantric lamas with profound mana can shoot down the birds in the sky and knock off the leaves on the treetops with their gaze.And Dapo Dorje's lustful eyes can easily capture the hearts of girls.

Finally, by the time the two girls were paralyzed in the spring and could no longer get up, they had become sacrifices on Dapo Dorje's lust incense altar.On a boulder by the hot spring, Dagpo Dorje and two girls took turns making love, stirring up the hot water in the hot spring to a boil, and scalding the human skin into strings of vesicles. Everything is as natural as water always flowing into a pond, and an eagle always flying high.The romantic encounter during the long journey does not need more reasons and emotional foreshadowing. Dabo Dorje is a lonely male wolf, he doesn't care where to sow the seeds, and whether the season is suitable.

But this time he was completely wrong.When he returned to the spring to dress and prepare to continue his journey, he found two two-pronged arquebuses aimed at him.The gunman was the girl with whom he had played in the lustful fountain just now. "Come with us!" said the older girl. "Oh, this is not your job." Dapo Dorje said nonchalantly. "Take your bags and come with us!" said the same girl, her tone undeniable. "Girls, you have your own way, and I have mine. Don't take things in the hot spring seriously." "When I light the arquebus, things will get serious." The younger girl pulled out the fire sickle stone from her waist.On the boulder just now, she was still so shy, it was Dapo Dorje who guided her to the source of happiness bit by bit.But now if you look at her, the sparks on the fire sickle stone were wiped out with a "cha".The fire twister in the girl's hand has been ignited, and then she stared at Dapo Dorje with a pair of brave and wild eyes.

"You have to think about it, there is no such cheap love in the world." The girl held a gun in one hand and a firecracker in the other. "I gave all my love to running water." Dapo Dorje said with a smile, and he still treated them like children. The girl put the fire twig on the matchlock of the gun, "chih—" There was a burst of cheerful smoke and flames. Now Dapo Dorje believed it and she would really kill him.He scratched his head and said, "Oh, I've never seen such a proposal. Girls, where are you taking me?" "Take you to meet our father!" "Oh!" Dapo Dorje felt that the situation was serious, "Hey, hey, be careful! It's no fun flying a gun." The arquebus was about to be fired. "Really?" The girl raised the muzzle of the gun, and there was a loud "bang", and a cloud of bullets flew over Dapo Dorje's head.The eyes of the girls drooped, "If you don't speak well, you won't be our man." This is really a marriage that came under the gun.The older of the two girls is Nazhen and the younger is Ganma. Their father, Basang, is the leader of a wandering tribe. In fact, the real owner of this tribe is Basang's old grandmother, Langmu.People say that she has lived for more than 200 years, because she is the only one in the tribe who can talk to the gods, sleep with the god of death, and bring the instructions of the old ancestors at any time.No one in this world knows her past experience. It is said that she saw King Gesar’s army when she was young, and she also saw Guru Rinpoche in real form. King Thrall's armies fought for her beauty, but she ended up marrying a shepherd who grazes.Grandmother Rum said a famous saying that penetrates the course of life: Love is destiny. Now she is as hard as an old walnut, having withstood the torture of fate for two hundred years.The reason why she was taken out by the people in the tribe to wander around when she was so old is because Grandma Rum told everyone that there is a place in Houzang called the center of the world, and that is Mount Kailash.To the east of the holy mountain there is a white river named Dangque Zangbo, which bypasses the fertile grassland, and what flows in the river is not water, but pure white fresh milk; the river bed is full of gold sand and precious stones, but people don’t care about it. Because they bow their heads and pick them up, they don’t look precious at all; the flowers on the meadow are as tall as a person, and there are more cattle and sheep than stars in the sky. The mountains in the distance are not rocks, but are full of tsampa and cheese; The eagle is the reincarnation of the ancestors of the tribe. People do good deeds all their lives and ascend to heaven in the next life.There is the long-standing hometown of the tribe. The war more than a thousand years ago caused the people in the tribe to flee in the snowy land. Since then, they have never seen the Fresh Milk River and the Zanba Mountain, and there are no cattle as many as the stars. Sheep, let alone fly freely like an eagle. Whenever Grandma Rum talked about her hometown, there were no tears in her empty eye sockets, but some pink drops of blood would flow out when the nostalgia was too strong to melt away.Now she is only the size of a three-year-old child, and she has been carried on the back by the Basang headman during the wandering.Her eyes were blind a hundred years ago, but she is the only one in the whole tribe who knows the way home.She knows exactly how many ancient trees there are at which fork in the road, which section of the river has a ferry, which snow-capped mountain passes have demons, what they look like and what their names are called. "The gods told us that only by returning to our hometown can we live a happy life. In this way, under the leadership of our grandmother, we finally embarked on the way home." Pasang, the head of the tribe, told Dapo Dorje Say. When Dapo Dorje and his two daughters were tossing in the hot spring, he had actually led a group of people to capture Yeshe Tsering, and his two daughters captured Dapo Dorje.Because there is an ancient rule in the tribe that men and women of the same tribe will never intermarry.This enables the tribe to maintain its vigorous reproductive ability in marriages with foreign men and women.The Basang headman is a strong man with a full beard. The dense and thick beard reminds people of uprooted tree roots.There are still about a hundred people in his tribe. It is not so much a tribe as it is a caravan with a large and mixed caravan, old people and children, women and children and sick people, lamas who have become monks and newcomers who believe in legends. There are even rap Gesar, blacksmiths, horse drivers, pilgrims, and homeless people of all colors mixed in.In fact, they have been out for more than ten years. It is not that the roads are difficult to walk so that they have not yet arrived at the legendary hometown, but that they have been farming and grazing all the way.When they encountered some good land, they would stay and plant a few crops to store some food for the future journey.They don't want land, cattle and sheep, let alone houses and homes.They only want the rich and beautiful hometown they dream of.Their hopes rest on their own feet. "You are looking for the hometown in your dreams." Dapo Dorje said. "For a tribe that has wandered for generations, isn't the hometown just a dream? The hometown in the dream is the most beautiful homeland." Basang said affectionately. The hometown is the tree that grows in the heart. Time waters it year after year, and it is said that it fertilizes it day after day, making it deeply rooted in people's hearts, leafy and fruitful.For the people of the Basang tribe, now is the time to go to the fields of their hometown to enjoy the fruits of homesickness, drink the milk of fallen leaves returning to their roots, and break the endless nostalgia.For this reason, even if they traveled all over the world, even if they wandered all their lives, they still wanted to find the legendary hometown. Dapo Dorje could not understand these things at that time, he was still full of resentment towards his hometown.He said to the leader of Basang: "Respected leader, we are all people who go out to find our dreams. When we don't hold our dreams in our arms, our steps will not stop. Please let me go. " "Let you go? Where are you going?" the leader asked with squinted eyes. "I want to find my dream too." "Your dream has been soaked in the hot spring. Don't you know?" Women are really a stumbling block to heroes.Dapo Dorje finally regretted it now, he stood up and wanted to draw out the saber from his waist, but three or four sabers were pressed against his back at the same time. "I've got both my daughters for you. When I get home, I'm going to hold a grandson in each hand. Love is destiny. Take it easy, man. Work hard, there's plenty of time along the way, my girls are two horses Not a bad mare." The headman patted Dapo Dorje on the shoulder and said. In this way, Dapo Dorje was forced to stay in this wandering tribe.The Pasang headman stipulated that a tent should be prepared for his daughter every night. Dapo Dorje would be taken into the tent when the moon rose, and one of the two sisters would be waiting for him inside.As for who it was, Dalpo Dorje didn't know, and neither would the two sisters before dark, because they had to rely on their father Pasang to cast shells for divination to decide whether their night would be warm and lingering or lonely.Although there is no one standing guard outside the tent, Grandma Rum has a magical spell. Anyone who joins the tribe will be bound by the spell. When he wants to leave this wandering tribe, even if he wants to walk, his heart will Tethered by old Grandmother Rum's spell.It's not that the amorous Dapo Dorje has once again indulged in the gentle land of women. In fact, in his eyes, the two sisters are extremely ugly, compared to the pockmarked face of the Yegong chieftain family that his brother Tashi Pingcuo forced to marry him. The daughter is not much better.Why did he jump down so hastily in the hot spring at the beginning, it really made him completely puzzled in despair.Could it be that the eyes are blinded by the heat in the hot spring, or is it that a woman looks beautiful and tender after being soaked in the hot spring, surpassing the princess?Alas, how could a person with a dream of being a hero be reduced to the tender land of his daughter?Love is destiny.But this love is more than the dark love with his sister-in-law Beizhu, and the muddleheaded love on the Qiangtang grassland, which makes Dabo Dorje feel that his love destiny is full of mistakes. He once thought of running away. The BMW named Beizhu has grown to three years old, and there are still two rows of granulation faintly protruding from the leftover traces of the rows of wings on both sides of its body, which can only be felt by touching it carefully.Dapo Dorje usually does not ride this horse easily. No matter how tiring and exhausting the journey is, he always gets up two or three times every night to add fodder for it.After falling into the hands of the headman of Basang, his only request to the headman was to raise shell beads himself.The leader didn't recognize that it was a god horse, but said that a good man always loves horses more than women, and if you drink, your horse will eat. He has a sword and a BMW, and it shouldn't be a problem to escape the hands of these people.But the old housekeeper Yeshe Tsering became a real slave. His horse was confiscated, which meant that his wings that he wanted to fly were cut off.He does the heaviest work in the tribe every day and sleeps in a tent with more than a dozen men.Dapo Dorje couldn't bear to leave this old man like his father behind. More than half a year later, Dapo Dorje's hard work on the Nazhen sisters has been rewarded. The stomachs of the two sisters are showing. I'm probably old too, and I don't have a son, so I'll let you take the position of tribal leader.You will pass it on to my grandson later. Dapo Dorje smiled wryly in his heart, how come I don't have a head seat at home, but everyone wants me to sit outside?Damn, women's tits are a cushion for me, a poor guy.Can such a person still be a hero?Whenever he thought of this, he deeply missed Kimi who had no nose.What this guy said to him when he parted made him regret it now.Stay away from women, they wear down a hero's spirit. One day Dapo Dorje couldn't resist asking Pasang headman, "Do you really believe that the river in your hometown is full of fresh milk, and the mountains are full of tsampa and cheese?" The head of Basang replied: "It's not a question of believing or not, because it has been like this for thousands of years. Just like your father and mother, do you need to doubt anything?" "Such legends also exist in our country. We call it the kingdom of 'Shambhala'." "If you believe in the legend, your heart is as pure as a child's, and you don't have so many worldly troubles. Isn't that great?" The Basang head added: "This is what a lama master said .” "Then do you believe in the legend of 'Three Treasures'?" Dapo Dorje asked again. "Three treasures hidden?" The Basang headman opened his eyes wide, "Man, there are many three treasures hidden, what kind of three treasures are you talking about?" "Precious sword, good horse and fast gun." Dapo Dorje replied loudly. "Oh, that is worn by a hero." Basang headman sighed. "Yes, that's what I was going to be. But your daughters tripped me up." "So, have you found all three of your treasures?" "Soon. But it may never be found, if I am a slave to your two daughters every day." The leader of Basang was silent for a long time, and then said: "When you return to our hometown, you can go." "Ama, Ama, I saw the holy city of Lhasa!" "Really? Oh, Buddha! My son has finally come to your sacred territory. He came here with a long head. Why don't you open the gate of the holy city and offer him a white khata?" "Grandma, the holy city does not need gates, it opens its holy heart to all pilgrims." "Lama, after hearing what you said, I saw it too. It's a white wall, isn't it?" "Yes, Grandma, a tall and white wall." "Black windows." "Yes, Ma, the window frames are black." "The red building. Isn't that right, Lama?" "Yes, Mom, it's like a building in heaven." "And a golden top." "Oh, grandma, what a beautiful golden dome, it seems to be floating in the sky. Only in the Paradise of Western Buddhism, can there be such a beautiful and majestic palace. Grandma, I want to kowtow three more times here. Thousands of long heads, go to worship it again." "Go ahead, my son, help me take a good look at our holy city. Buddha, even the wind that blows here smells like a god. Holy land Lhasa, we have finally arrived! But I can't see you ..." Grandma Yangjin's long-dried eye sockets were like revived springs, and tears trickled down, soaking the ground under the long head of Lama Tenzin in Losang.The Lama couldn't help but shed tears, not because of his own hard work and suffering, but because Ama Yangjin could no longer see the splendid Lhasa in front of her eyes. The benevolent and bright light in Ama Yangjin's eyes completely dimmed half a month ago, and she felt the splendor of Lhasa in the deep darkness.Along the way, she had too much expectation in her pupils, and she saw too much suffering. The tears she shed for her relatives had already filled the rivers along the way.The earth is sympathetic because of the tears of an old grandmother. On both sides of the pilgrimage road, there are white flowers of compassion and fruits of faith, all moistened by the sweat of the long-kowtowed lama and the tears of the grandmother. Two days later, the lama who bowed his head entered Lhasa.It was a stormy afternoon, and the old muddy streets of Lhasa had long been empty of pedestrians. The lama kowtowed his long head intently in the heavy rain, as if it had never rained at all.He kowtowed to the Jokhang Temple step by step in the muddy water. Some Lhasa citizens under the eaves of the street looked at the lama in the rain with admiration but numb eyes. "Hey, here comes another one with a long head," they said. "He didn't catch up with the good times, and he didn't stop when it rained. We've already arrived in Lhasa, so why panic?" they said again. But when they saw a blind old lady with a bag behind the lama, those who stayed under the eaves and in the windows to hide from the rain were filled with compassion, and they dragged the naked old lady into the house. out of the house. "Grandma, where are you from?" "The Lancang River Canyon, under the Kawagebo Snow Mountain." "Where is it, I've never heard of it." "Why haven't you heard of it, it's the center of the world." People in Lhasa said proudly: "Lhasa is the center of the world. Grandmother, how far is it from your place to Lhasa?" "Oh, kind Lhasa people, every Tibetan has his own heart. I don't know how far we have traveled. I only know that we have gone through seven springs." "Buddha, that's not a short journey. Old lady, are you the only one who will be the lama's back-up?" Grandma Yangjin did not answer this sad question. She looked at the stormy world outside with empty sockets, listening to the hearty rainstorm in Lhasa and the thunderstorms rolling in the sky. "Listen," she said loudly and heroically. Said, "Even your gods in Lhasa are weeping for my son." When the rain stopped, the lama finally reached the gate of the Jokhang Temple.It was the golden dusk in Lhasa at that time, and the ancient holy city was shrouded in peaceful, clear and warm light.He lay on the ground outside the temple, and he had never felt so awed by the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and so close to the master who he missed day and night.Lama Lobsang Tenzin said to himself, even though Tibetans have bowed their heads in front of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas for more than a thousand years, it is not too late for me. The Jokhang Temple is adjacent to the Barkhor Street, where there is a steady stream of pilgrims from all over the Tibetan area every day, and there are also a lot of kowtowers like Lama Tenzin of Losang.People fulfill the mission of life in the same way, but their destinies are different.In the holy city, all kinds of news spread like the wind in the low houses and narrow alleys along with dust, paper, prayer flags, and flying leaves.In less than a month, most of the citizens in Lhasa already knew the story of a lama from the Kangba area in eastern Tibet who went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and kowtowed to worship his master on a pilgrimage.Holding a letter of introduction written on a piece of thin sheepskin in his hand, this lama who practiced great asceticism was looking for a master named Gerong everywhere. But in Lhasa, where there are so many monks, there are as many eminent monks with profound knowledge and powerful mana as there are stars in the sky.One evening, in the Sera Monastery, Lama Losang Tenzin was kowtowing outside the main hall of the temple. An old lama who also came from the Kham area of ​​eastern Tibet said to Lama Tenzin, "Little monk, come with me, the one you are looking for Master has been waiting for you for a long time." Lama Lobsang Tenzin was overjoyed. He did not expect to meet his master so smoothly.He followed the old lama named Qudo around the densely packed monk's house, and finally came to a row of stupas in the backyard of the temple.Lama Quduo pointed to a stupa with weeds growing on it and said: "Master Ge Rong is waiting for you inside." Lobsang Tenzin's eyes widened, "Lama, you...you mean, Master Gerong passed away?" Lama Quduo sighed, "It has been more than ten years. When the master passed away, he told me that he would come from the valley of the Lancang River." Lama Quduo bowed to the stupa, kowtowed, and then bowed his head Xiangling Pagoda, said softly: "Master,