Chapter 69 Let the dream pass through your heart (6)

I learned: My name is Kang Zhu. I am Han Chinese. I am Han Chinese. I accidentally blasphemed the gods. I accidentally blasphemed the gods. I asked my Tibetan friend Jia Mucuo to pray for me, asking the gods to forgive me and remove my punishment. I couldn't help laughing.But under Jia Mucuo's serious expression, I could repeat: I asked my Tibetan friend Jia Mucuo to pray for me, asking the gods to forgive me and remove my punishment. Jia Mucuo continued: Jia Mucuo will recite the six-character scriptures in front of the Jokhang Temple from sunset today to sunrise tomorrow. I was just dumbfounded.

Waiting for the body to grow the head seems to us Han people to do push-ups, lying down with the whole body, kowtow, stand up, lie down with the whole body, kowtow, and so on again and again, and there must be words in the mouth.Such a tiring kowtow ceremony is nothing more than one, two, five or ten, how can one continue to do it all night. I said: Jia Mucuo! Jia Mucuo's face was full of embarrassment: What's the matter? Follow me quickly and finish your wish. I said: Jia Mucuo! If you don’t discuss it with me, you promise to grow your head overnight, that’s not going to work! Jia Mucuo said: Then two nights?

I was annoyed and shouted: Jia Mucuo! Jia Mucuo said: Why don't you understand? It is necessary to kowtow for one night until the body grows. My father once had a stomachache, and I kowtowed for him for three days and three nights.As long as you are sincere, what is kowtowing all night long? Look at those Tibetans, they started to go to India step by step in order to go to India in Qiuxiu to listen to the Dalai Lama's lecture.Is it enough just to say nice words? Doesn’t a person need to use the most pious actions to bring himself into the realm of Buddha, so that the will of Buddha can come?

At the end of the talk, Jia Mucuo used Tibetan. After expressing his excitement fluently in Tibetan, he realized that I did not understand his language, so he stuttered and translated into Chinese, which seemed to be a bit incomprehensible. I had to say: okay. I lay down on the futon and whispered to the Buddha: Jia Mucuo will recite the six-character scriptures in front of the Jokhang Temple from sunset today to sunrise tomorrow, and kowtow to his head for a night. The big, round, bright and cold moon has risen, and the dogs are running wildly in the moonlight. This is the night in Lhasa.

The nights in Lhasa are also very cold in summer.I snuggled up in the porch of the Jokhang Temple, wearing Jamtso's sheepskin coat and a woolen shawl that covered my head and face, with only my eyes exposed. This is the rider Jia Mucuo.This is Jia Mucuo, a heroic Kham man.This is a very sincere friend Jia Mucuo.He kowtowed his head in a calm and unhurried manner, murmuring the six-character mantra of Yanmaza Padme.He is right in front of me, but he can no longer see me.I couldn't catch his blind eyes, only the glimmer of glaze on his dark cheekbones.The red gate of the Jokhang Temple has been closed, and there is no sound in the temple.The square not far away is paved with modern building materials cement. In 1990, the torch of the 11th Asian Games was lit here.Only the big bluestone glowing with blue light echoed the figure of Jia Mucuo as if alive.To be honest, I really can't understand the charm of religion, but I hope to understand.In my opinion, all this is realistic, mundane and nothing special, so how did Jia Mucuo use it to enter the holy land?

I have no sleep.I looked at Jamtso, at the square, at a window that suddenly turned on and off, and at the whole night in Lhasa.I compare myself to Jia Mucuo, and I think he is a blessed person.He has faith that he can find the omnipotent place to relieve his pain and troubles.I can't find it.I believe that there are gods in the land of Tibet.But people like me cannot be included.For example, I will never buckle my head for a whole night because of a friend's illness; for example, this night in Lhasa, I will never forget it forever, but I will never just because of the gods and only for the friendship of Jamucuo.For example, when I talk about the story of Lhasa in the future, I hope the gods will forgive me--I must be talking about a cigarette in my hand as a travel experience.For example, Mu Linsen, I hate them but can't do without them. I am deeply chilled by their coldness but appreciate their chicness, and I will be influenced by them. Anyone can go wherever they want.

Thinking of this, my heart is desolate, Jia Mucuo, you hurt your friend for nothing. Surprisingly, when I got up the next afternoon to watch Jia Mucuo's training, my low-grade fever completely subsided. I treated Jia Mucuo to a meal. Jia Mucuo didn't understand and was not satisfied with my way of expressing gratitude for inviting him to dinner.He was awkward and unable to enjoy himself all through dinner.In the middle of the meal, he took off his shoes under the dining table.I pretended not to smell the smell of foot odor, but I couldn't eat anymore.The customers around us all looked sideways at us, and Jia Mucuo felt the pressure.