Chapter 46 Section 5

Prince Chambord and Mesa went back to Rushal Town, got out of the taxi and walked around aimlessly, hoping to see the fat man who stole the money and stole the eye.Knowing that such hope is almost equal to zero, he swayed in frustration, as if his whole body had been cramped, and he even forgot about hunger.Mesa bought bread for him to eat, and he gave the bread to an old beggar.I thought to myself that in order to discover the terma of the "Gate of the Seven Tara", I worked so hard that I even risked my life. I was about to succeed, but I didn't expect that the reason for the failure was carelessness.

Mesa asked, "Why are you in the hospital again?" Only then did Prince Chambord realize that he was walking back and forth, shuttling between the hospital and the Kumbum Monastery on the street of the town.It seems that subconsciously, he wants to follow the track where the "translucent text" appeared, go back, and search again.If time can be turned back, he must carry the "translucent text" in his chest. They walked into the hospital and came to the surgical ward on the second floor. When they saw the bed was flat, the girl was no longer there.Prince Chambord went to ask the nurse, who said she was gone, and she said she couldn't afford the hospital bill.I asked the nurse where she had been, and the nurse said who knew.

Prince Chambord said: "Let's go to the Sutra Library." He really wanted to see the old woman again. The mysterious old woman attracted him like the "Seven Tara Gate".What's more, she secretly saved his life and let him meet Yizhu Ram again. But in the courtyard of the scripture building, there is no longer the old woman in the black-colored pulu gown, nor is there a golden lamp all over the floor.It was like a dream, and when I woke up, everything disappeared.As the last tourists of the day are leaving, a girl is shoving a prayer wheel as a boy prepares to take her photo.Prince Chambord saw that the place where the boy took the photo was the place designated by the old woman to wait for herself—in the middle of the four shining brass prayer wheels, the light like a bronze mirror was different in intensity, and the light on the boy was vivid. The slender body deformed and shifted.Seen from ten meters away, the boy's figure would deviate from the real foothold by at least ten centimeters.It dawned on him that this was the reason why the police shot him and missed him, it was the auspicious Buddha's light that blessed him, it was the old woman who was the mother of Yi Zhuo Ram.

Mesa observed the surroundings vigilantly: "Let's go, I feel that this place is very dangerous." He whispered: "'Light-transmitting text' is lost, I wait for them to shoot me dead." Mesa took out the small Thangka given to her by the old woman from his pocket, shook it in front of him and said, "'Inside the Holy Gate, the trace of Wanma, Yizhuo Ramji', everything is planned of." Prince Chambord said: "Of course the terma was designed, but what about us, our actions, including the loss of 'light-transmitting characters', could it be designed by others?"

Mesa said solemnly: "According to the theory of termonology, history and time are a design, and life and events are even more a design. Birth, death, blessings and misfortunes, honors and disgraces, encounters, breakups, enemies, friends, love, Hatred, all states, and all moods are a kind of design. History has been designed long before it happens, life long before it begins, and its beginning and end long before it appears. Every thing , Everything, and everyone is a member of the design. Human beings have come to today in the seamless design without falling or surpassing. All lives and people are struggling and struggling in the existing design , Depressed and joyful, I followed the design exactly to the end and to the beginning of a new round of design.”

"But I act as I please." "All freedom is part of the design." Prince Chambord snatched a small thangka with Yizhuo Lamu from her hand, and handed it to a hale and hearty lama who was walking by him: "For you." Lama Heshuo looked at Thangka, said "ahhh" in surprise, stared at him, and walked away quickly. Prince Chambord asked: "The action just now was also designed? Who designed me?" Mesa wanted to say that it must be a design, but suddenly shut up and pushed him: "Hurry up." I can’t go anymore, at the entrance of the scripture building at dusk, a Land Rover police car and Lama Bird are parked. Wang Yan, Bixiu, Zhuoma, Aruo Lama and several of his entourage lamas are standing in front of the car, staring at Shamboo Prince and Mesa.

Prince Chambord didn't run away, he looked resignedly at those who had trouble with him, and said to himself, come and catch him, I don't care.Maybe it's a good thing, can tell me the whereabouts of "Light Through Text".These people understand its importance and will spare no effort to find the fat man who washes the car. Mesa said: "It's over like this, wouldn't you be willing?" Prince Chambord said: "What's the use of not being reconciled." Suddenly, I heard someone shouting from behind, and I looked back. In front of the wooden door between the side hall and the main hall of the Sutra Library, the Lama Shuo Shuo was waving a small Thangka while shouting "Yi Zhuo Ram".Prince Chambord and Mesa almost instinctively understood what Lama Hausho meant, turned around and ran over.

Lama Heshuo pointed to the wooden door and said, "Run this way." Prince Chambord said, "Who are you and why are you saving me?" Lama Heshuo said: "In Labrang Monastery, you already know me. I am Dr. Jiayang. It seems that you forgot. It doesn't matter. I just know you. I have waited for decades to save you." Prince Chambord said: "I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten, you are the elder brother of the carpenter Tashi, and both of you brothers are the patron saints of the 'Gate of Seven Tara'." It was too late to say anything, Wang Yan, Bixiu, Dolma and Aruo Lama had already rushed forward.Mesala led Prince Chambord into the wooden door.Dr. Jiayang quickly closed the wooden door and locked it with a click.

On the other side of the door, Lama Aruo and Dr. Jiayang quarreled. Lama Aruo said: "It seems that you are the successor of the oath betrayer. You are betraying your true deity. Buddhism and Tantric Buddhism will clear you up. Manjushri, let me go quickly." Dr. Jiayang said: "What did you do in the past? I gave you the 'prophecy' and opportunity to open the 'Seven Tara Gate' in the ascetic hall, but you abandoned it. You are not as good as Prince Chambord, you should have followed him to assist But he, full of hatred and jealousy, became a policeman in cassock. You are the heinous betrayer."

Mesa said: "He also said it was not a design. He has been waiting for you for decades." Prince Chambord said: "It's useless, and the 'translucent text' can't come back." Three policemen kicked open the door and chased after him.Prince Chambord and Mesa ran up the mountain along the stone steps, and when they reached the driveway halfway up the mountain, they heard someone honking.When I looked up, I was so surprised that I couldn't believe it: there was a horseman parked in front of me. Almost at the same time, Wang Yan also saw the Wrangler. He said to Bixiu and Zhuoma, "Keep chasing."

The fleeing people got into the car.The Wrangler walked on the potholed dirt road. Prince Chambord asked: "How do you know you should wait for us here?" Zhimei touched the scar on her cheek, pulled the Shengmo hexagram bag in her arms towards the side of the car door, as an answer, and asked, "Where are you going?" Prince Chambord said: "Go west, make a circle, and return to Kumbum Monastery." Going forward on this road, you will pass Handong and reach Doba.Doba is the location of the National Plateau Sports Training Base, where most of China's best track and field athletes have trained.Prince Chambord meant to return to Xining from Toba east, and then to Kumbum Monastery from Xining south.He still wanted to look for the fat man who washed the car again. "You don't need to go back to Kumbum Monastery, do you?" Zhimei glanced at Mesa beside her triumphantly, took out a yellowed white paper from Shengmo's hexagram bag, and threw it on the back seat. Prince Chambord picked it up to have a look, his heart trembled, and he shouted: "It turned out to be you, who robbed halfway, why did you do this?" Zhimei quickly turned her head and smiled, without saying anything. "Do you know that we suffer as much as dead parents? That's not the way to joke." Mesa knew that Zhimei was definitely not joking. He arranged for the fat man who washed the car to steal the "translucent text" in order to prove that he was not only good at divination.His ability is enough to form a warning and a foreshadowing: although Prince Chambord is mainly excavating the "Gate of Seven Tara", he must be the one who finally gets the terma. "It's a little too much," she whispered. Zhimei thought unhappily: Do you feel sorry for him?You have never cared about me so much. Prince Chambord continued to scold: "Don't dare to do this in the future. I have suicidal thoughts. Of course, I will not commit suicide alone. Mesa has already said that I will die if you die. Is it Mesa?" Then " haha" with a smile. "It's not a lunatic to make up nonsense, who told you such a thing?" Prince Chambord knew that Mesa was talking to Zhimei, so he sang the love song of Tsangyang Gyatso as if revenged on Zhimei: The golden turtle in the great river, can separate water and milk, me and my lover, No one can tear it apart. Mesa took the yellowed white paper from Prince Chambord and put it under the sun. Looking at the gradually revealed red, white, and blue characters, his mood suddenly brightened, and he also sang along with Prince Chambord. Zhimei said sharply: "Stop singing, translate quickly." But obviously now is not the time for translation. On the way to the west, the Land Rover police cars are blocked arbitrarily. As long as Wang Yan drives a "Land Rover", that is the speed of drag racing, and the Wrangler cannot be an opponent.Zhimei braked the car helplessly, and everyone in the car stared at Wang Yan who was standing in the middle of the road.But Wang Yan's eyes were bent, and he bent under the bumper of the Land Rover police car. There was a person lying there, a person who had been knocked down by the Land Rover police car, and the blood on the ground was like a torn sunset glow. Prince Chambord screamed, and he recognized that the person hit was the girl who once cried to Wang Yan, "You killed me, you killed me", the white Tara with disheveled hair and scars all over her body, the solemn and beautiful , Yizhuo Ram, which is exactly the same as the picture on the small Thangka. Prince Chambord opened the car door and jumped to the ground. Mesa yelled, "Beware of the police, come back." Prince Chambord didn't listen to her and ran over. Yi Zhuo Ram died, her face was peaceful, and she put a white hand on her chest as if expressing her heart. Prince Chambord looked at the white palm with trepidation. It once appeared in the half-human-high holy gate on the base of the Bodhi Great Silver Pagoda, luring him and Mesa to the dark underground temple and to the hall of asceticism. The inspiration from the south wall led to everything that happened later, the white woman's hands. Prince Chambord squatted beside the girl and shouted: "Yi Zhuo Ram, Yi Zhuo Ram." It was like Prince Nuosang calling Yi Zhuo Ram in a Tibetan opera, just like Tsangyang Gyatso calling Yi Zhuo Ram more than three hundred years ago Ram, every word is full of pathos and desolation. Wang Yan took out the handcuffs and walked over: "She died because of you." Prince Chambord suddenly stood up: "Why did you kill her?" Wang Yan said: "She rushed over, she wanted to commit suicide." Prince Chambord said: "If you don't want to kill her, you can stop." Wang Yan said: "It's a little unclear, the speed of the car is too fast, and there is no time to brake." Prince Chambord glanced at the handcuffs he raised, and punched Wang Yan on the bridge of the nose.Wang Yan sat on the ground with his buttocks on the ground, with one hand pressed into the blood of Yizhuo Ram.He stood up holding the pool of blood, and when he was about to pounce, Prince Chambord had already got into the shepherd. Prince Chambord said, "I'll drive Chimei." Zhimei said unhurriedly: "Let me do it." The Wrangler started and drove towards the police officer Wang Yan. The dark green hardness and persistence seemed to tell him: If you kill Yizhuo Ram, we will kill you. Wang Yan drew his gun and raised his handcuffs and stood upright in front of the car, as if he would rather die than give up.The shepherd rushed over, and he would rather bend than bend.The competition is actually psychological, the one who is determined wins, and the one who gambles wins. Prince Chambord encouraged Zhimei: "Rush, rush, rush, rush to the front and stop." Zhimei told his companion with expressionless indifference that he would not rush to the front and stop. Since the other party had already killed someone else, he should fight back.Mesa seemed to want to stop the collision, glanced at the "light-transmitting text" in Zhimeihe's hand, buried her head in her arms, and closed her eyes. Wang Yan finally got out of the way, and the Wrangler whizzed by against his police uniform.But for a moment, no one paid attention to Wang Yan's hand, which quickly threw away the handcuffs and smeared blood on the Wrangler's bumper.Wang Yan said: "Fucking desperado." He fired a shot at the Wrangler, pierced the glass behind it, and shattered the diamond bell hanging in the car. Prince Chambord shouted: "We didn't hit us, this is the blessing of the 'Seven Tara'." Gritting his teeth again, he said, "Fuck you murderer, I'll let you go around." Immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed 110: "A Land Rover police car hit and killed Yizhuo Ram, and was about to escape. The driver thought he was a policeman and could enforce the law and break the law. The people would not agree." He said the last sentence three times, and he hoped On the way down, neither the police nor Aruo Lama disappeared.