Chapter 53 Section 6

That night, Chimi was not buried by the landslide.He moved nimbly, and quickly crawled out from the earth and rocks that pushed him down. With the help of the flying dust and the thick night, he escaped from the sight of his companions.When the two companions supported each other and mourned for him, he had already walked a long way in the direction of Qamdo.He knows that this is escape, escape from pain, hatred and duel, but also salvation, saving face and "the door of the Seven Tara".He knows better than anyone else that Prince Chambord cannot die. If he dies, whoever digs the treasure can't die himself. Whoever dies will have a duel—not the duel now, but after the terma is unearthed, the final duel will be the new faith. The Alliance faced Buddhism, Lama Ugin faced the "Hall of Blood Curse of the Invisible Man", he faced Prince Chambord, and Mesa faced herself.Who is the final victor, even the divination is blank, which shows that neither man nor god can predict, and he cannot interrupt all the processes that are still unknown on the spur of the moment.

While walking alone, he talked with Wu Jian Lingba on his mobile phone: "I left them and they thought I had been crushed to death by a landslide." "why?" "I can't stand Prince Chambord." Wu Jianlingba tentatively asked: "I'm afraid it's Mesa who you can't stand, has Mesa changed his mind?" Zhimei was silent, and had to admit that this was already a fact: although he and Mesa had mutual trust, mutual love, mutual life, and mutual death promises, and they both knew that it was their common mission to discover the "Gate of the Seven Tara", but What we are now facing is Prince Chambord, the aura of great charm of Prince Chambord - Tsangyang Gyatso and his love songs.

Wujian Lingpa said: "This is your ignorance. You can also be regarded as a person who practices Dharma. Although your Dharma practice is only to discover the 'Gate of the Seven Tara', you should also have the ability to transcend emotions." "Transcendence is impossible. Anyone can be Tsangyang Gyatso. I hate Tsangyang Gyatso, the prince of Chambord, and I hope I can be Tsangyang Gyatso. I am a human being. Humans have nature. Human nature can be changed. His name is Tsangyang Gyatso." Wujian Lingpa pondered: "I understand a little bit. According to you, only those with the nature of Cangyang Gyatso can discover Cangyang Gyatso's last words. Nature is the capital for digging. But anyway, you must not fall into the rough In lustful love, give up what should be given up, especially Mesa."

"But she is my legal partner, and the legal partner is the help of digging." "Dharma couples can be found again, and help can be reborn. Your purpose is to discover the terma of the 'Seven Tara Gate'. For this purpose, you can do anything. Didn't you say that you have the nature of Tsangyang Gyatso? Tsangyang Gyatso would not hang himself from a tree." "What to find again, to be reborn, I never thought about it." "Then start thinking now, when you arrive in Qamdo, you will see the second tree. With the second tree, you won't be hanged."

"What's the meaning?" "We can meet in Qamdo." At this moment, Zhimei walked into the Lancangjiang Hotel in Changdu designated by Wujian Lingpa, picked a secluded seat and just sat down, when Wujian Lingpa flashed out from nowhere.They sat together and talked while drinking milk tea. "Why didn't you see Aruo Lama, why don't you help him?" "Buddhist Buddha expressly told Lama Aruo that he should drive the lama bird from the Qinghai-Tibet line to Lhasa. For your safety, I drove the horseman to Qamdo for you. Now, Prince Chambord and Mesa have probably seen it. Then I If you go to Lhasa, you have to stay with Aruo Lama."

Zhimei looked at the green Tara statue in the Buddhist niche on the front wall and the Tara portraits on the four walls and said, "The hotel also enshrines the Tara God. Is there anything special about it?" "This is the only hotel in Tibet that enshrines Tara as the God of Wealth. If a single man often comes to eat, he will have an affair as you layman say." "Looks like I shouldn't be here." Wu Jianlingba smiled and said: "On the contrary, you should be the most. You watch until tomorrow afternoon, and a girl like Bai Tara will come here for dinner. She may be your next Dharma partner."

"I'm not interested in any girl other than Mesa." "She said she was Tsangyang Gyatso's lover in her previous life, and her name was Solang Banzong." Zhimei stood up awkwardly: "Cangyang Gyatso's lover? How do you know her?" "It has been half a month since she came to Qamdo from Lhasa. She came here specially to wait for a jeep Wrangler. As soon as I drove the Wrangler across the bridge, she stopped her. She said that her mother asked her to come here to wait for her past life. A doomed lover, a person who went to Tibet this summer to open the "Gate of the Seven Tara", it seems to be another living "guide" for digging Tibet. I have been thinking about whether to introduce her to you or to Prince Chambord, now it seems appropriate to introduce you. What do you think?"

Zhimei said jealously: "You should introduce it to Prince Chambord. He likes love and is more affectionate than me." "Because of this, I can't introduce him. People who are full of emotions will not be the last ones. I pin my hopes on you." Zhimei sat down and said, "How can I prove that she is really the reincarnation of Tsangyang Gyatso's lover, just relying on her?" "Prove for yourself that if you can't help loving her, she must be." Zhimei didn't say anything, and drank the milk tea one mouthful at a time. Wujian Lingpa got up to leave, saying that he wanted to see his old friend Senduo, the chief lama of Jambaling Monastery.Zhimei ordered food and wine, ate and drank slowly until the door closed late at night.He went upstairs to open a room, slept until the next morning, and then went to the place where Tara was enshrined as the God of Wealth and continued to watch.At two o'clock in the afternoon, a woman like Bai Tara appeared gracefully.

Jimmy stood up abruptly. A woman in a white fairy costume walked around and looked around, and finally her eyes fell on Zhimei.Zhimei smiled, beckoned, and was about to walk over when the dignified and beautiful woman in white turned dark and turned away. Zhimei was stunned for a moment, then shouted "Sorang Banzong" and chased after her. Suolang Banzong disappeared in an instant, like a fleeting musical note, and when it suddenly lights up, it will return to heaven.Zhimei chased out of the Lancang River Hotel and searched back and forth, left and right, but there was nothing there.Not even a suspicious car could be seen on the road in front of the hotel.Am I dazzled?Sipan eager to hallucinate?He walked along the door, and suddenly found that the colorful lotus snails and golden bottle umbrellas on the exterior of the hotel turned out to be doors that could be opened.He pushed the door open and went in, only to see a curved moon ladder spiraling up.He went up the moon ladder and came to a platform where several summer tents were pitched.Platforms connect to ridges.In the waist of the ridge, there is a road extending.There is a crow on the road, it is not a crow, it is a black car going away.He ran up the ridge to follow the car as it passed the Ang Qu Bridge.

Solang Banzong left, as soon as he saw him, why?Zhimei quickly returned to Lancangjiang Hotel and told the manager that he hoped to rent an off-road vehicle to Lhasa. The manager said: "Do you have a guarantee? It's better to be from Changdu." Zhimei said: "Yes, Senduo Cairang, the chief lama of Jambaling Monastery." The manager picked up the phone and said, "Then I will implement it." Zhimei knew that it would be over as soon as it was implemented. He just let Wu Jian Lingba mention the chief lama Senduo, so he said it casually.He left quickly, and suddenly heard the manager shouting from behind: "No more renting?" It turned out that it was Senduo who agreed to guarantee, but Wu Jianlingba must have played a role.

An hour later, Tomomi got into a Cherokee. The Cherokee did not catch up to Sorang Banzon's Raven until noon the next day. The "Crow" is a taxi, and Zhimei knows at a glance that the owner of the car has painted black on a Citroen of another color.Black is mysterious and solemn. In Tibet, it is more auspicious and more magnificent than red. Arrived at Zhamu Town, Bomi County.The beautiful scenery made Solang Banzong park his car and walk into the woods on the side of the road. When she walked out of the woods holding a handful of wild flowers, Zhimei stopped her. Solang Banzong raised his eyes: "Who are you? Why stop me?" "You are Suolang Banzong, Tsangyang Gyatso's lover?" She glanced at his Cherokee and said, "You got the wrong guy." Zhimei said: "Looking at your eyes, you must be, Wu Jianlingba asked me to come to you." "Wu Jian Lingba? Is that the lama who drives the Jeep Wrangler? He should know that what I'm waiting for is the owner of the Wrangler, a man with long hair." "You mean Prince Chambord, who has already gone to Lhasa in a Wrangler." Zhimei regretted it after she finished speaking, why should she tell her the truth.Then he said, "I stayed behind just to find you, let's go, let's take a car." After that, he walked to "Crow" and sent the driver away with his own money. Solang Banzong looked at Zhimei and said nothing. As she continued on her way, Zhimei kept thinking, if there is the reincarnation of Tsangyang Gyatso's lover as his dharma partner, would he be able to discover the "Gate of the Seven Tara" just by his divination?Maybe, maybe.Before that, he never had the extravagant hope of digging alone, always thinking that he and Mesa were assisting Prince Chambord.Although they and Prince Chambord have vastly different purposes, the process is absolutely the same.Now, because the two men both love Mesa, there is an irreconcilable parting in an absolutely consistent process. After the parting, there are "Looking for the Legal Couple" and "Helping Rebirth".Is it God helping me too?Solang Banzong is mine, and the "Gate of the Seven Tara" is also mine—not only the result of excavation, but also the process? The hula of the wind sounded like a sneer in Zhimei's heart, and in a blink of an eye it turned into "Divination Fayin · Divination Practice": "He heard the proverb rising from the water, like the sword of Mingmu's eyes piercing him The heart of a woman - if you control a woman's body, you can control a woman's soul. The law must be so clear: you merge, you merge, you are the green mountains and green waters of Uzang, and the heart of the teacher. After that, call on the god of divination to rest in your heart " Zhimei thought, she must not let Solang Banzong meet Prince Chambord, she must be firmly controlled in her own hands. Arriving in Nyingchi in the evening, they ate at a roadside restaurant from Sichuan, then returned to the car and drove all night.After traveling about 20 kilometers, Zhimei stopped suddenly in a place with deep forest and few cars. Solang Banzong was dozing off, and when he woke up, he asked in surprise, "What's wrong?" "Forgot to buy water." "I have it here." Solang Banzong took out the mineral water in his bag and gave it to him.He unscrewed the cap and gulped down the bottle.Then, then he calmed down.He got out of the car and got on again, and sat next to Sorang Banzong. "You are Solang Banzong, the reincarnation of Tsangyang Gyatso's lover. Conversely, whoever is your lover is the reincarnation of Tsangyang Gyatso, right?" "That's right." She nodded with an innocent look on her face. Tomomi suddenly hugged her.She wanted to break free, she shook her body, and she tested his strength. "I am the owner of the Wrangler you are waiting for, the man with long hair. My hair was cut off in Qamdo." She said fearfully, "But I don't feel that you are." "That's because I didn't bring out the token." Zhimei said and sang: frozen ground, Not a place for horse racing, The girl I just met, Can't tell my heart. His Tsangyang Gyatso love song was eaten alive from Prince Chambor along the way, and he sang it a bit stiffly.But the artistic talent of the Tibetans makes him basically reliable, the pitch is accurate, and the voice is loud.Solang Banzong was a little confused, feeling that he was not her waiting, but there was no more reason to deny it. "Does it sound good?" "Sounds good." "That's how Tsangyang Gyatso sang back then." "No wonder I've never heard of it." Solang Banzong felt that her ears were comfortable, and the piercing ears of love songs seemed to soothe her mind: with love songs as tokens, how can it be said that he is not her waiting?But his heart was still a little frozen, and he wanted to push him away, but his hands didn't listen to him, and he didn't have any strength at all.what to do?The clothes have been torn by him, what should I do?She found that what she chose was not resistance and obedience, but truth or falsehood.Maybe, maybe it was true to let him in.She hesitated to let Zhimei in, and lost the ability to judge in an instant, and became more and more unsure whether it was true or not. Even the attempt and reason for judging were quietly dispelled by Zhimei's enthusiasm, and what was replaced was that she had never experienced the truth. The blissful fullness and sweet tearing of the past.She couldn't help cooperating, moaning, yelling, writhing, hoping: hard, hard, hard. Calm down. She was as gentle as a puppy curled up in his arms.