Chapter 56 Section 3

There was no horse shepherd in Drepung Monastery. Prince Chambord said: "This is to express the devotion to the Shoton Festival." Pious people are walking, many, many, in the dark night of Lhasa, all the streets, towards the Drepung Monastery, flowing deeply.It flows from the bottom to the top, and it is a bit strenuous. The panting is like the whimper of a river, and it is also a deep, speechless breath.No one spoke loudly, and in tacit understanding, the tens of thousands of people walking towards Drepung Monastery understood: This is such a silent moment, none of us can escape the sacred.What kind of spiritual being is a human being that needs such an action?

Prince Chambord couldn't help coughing, it seemed that the whole Lhasa heard it.The wind blew, and lifted that untimely cough into the sky.Even chanting sutras and mantras is silent, even the mani wheel in the hand is soft, and even the child knows not to cry loudly at this time, even if he or she is only a few months old. Just like all the rivers returning to the sea, everyone gradually converges on the Drepung Avenue, and the dark forest guards the people going up the river.Suddenly there was a light, shining on the hanging khata and the simmering cypress leaves, highland barley, and butter.Many foreign tourists go there, invest a little money, and get a khata or a pack of ghee, cypress leaves, and barley.The citizens of Lhasa and believers from all over Tibet have already prepared khata and ghee. Taking this opportunity, they took a few steps and walked to the front to occupy a good place.

In the place where the trees are large and the forest is wide, and the Drepung Avenue bends at a right angle, there are some idlers clustered around.They are the lower class in Lhasa, and they only do two things in their lives, wandering around and receiving alms.Especially during festivals, they always go wherever there are more people.Right now, they are quietly facing an evil recruitment. They were recruited by a man with high cheekbones. He held up a banknote and whispered to everyone: "When the time comes, I push that person down, and you come over and step on it. One foot costs ten yuan, and two feet costs twenty yuan." Money, one hundred yuan for stepping on ten feet. After trampling him to death, I will treat everyone to dinner at 'Yu Baozi'. I will pay ten yuan in advance for each person, and more money will be paid later." Those with money have common clothes and monk clothes, but anyone who is familiar with homeless people knows that people who wear common clothes may not necessarily be lamas, and those who wear monk clothes may not necessarily be lamas.Discussion determines their appearance: when facing monks, ordinary clothes are better, and when facing ordinary people, monk clothes are better.

The man with high cheekbones lowered his voice and said: "Everyone watch my banner and go, don't let it go, you will be punished if you don't go after taking the money, who will punish you? Please remember my name: I am the Skeleton Killer. "Speaking, he raised a skull knife and shook it, and then raised a white flag and shook it. A mass of homeless people poured into the crowd, making Drepung Avenue even more crowded. Drepung Monastery is located in the arms of Wuci Mountain in Genpei. It is one of the six major monasteries of the Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism. It is also known as the "Three Great Monasteries in Lhasa" together with Ganden Monastery and Sera Monastery. It is also the largest Buddhist monastery in the world. In its heyday, there were more than 10,000 monks.It was built in 1416 AD, the fourteenth year of Yongle in Ming Dynasty.The full name is "Bei Qu Drepung Que Tang Men Jie Le Lang Flattering Warin", which means the auspicious Zun Shengzhou of the ten directions piled up like rice.Tibetans like metaphors, and Drepung Monastery is a good example of metaphors.Seen from the sky with the eyes of God, those palaces and temples with white walls and golden roofs are just a pile of rice scattered on the hillside. The white ones are rice grains, and the golden ones are rice husks.So this name was not given by humans, but by gods.

Prince Chambord and Mesa stopped and went, and finally came to the Shafo Mountain facing east next to Drepung Monastery.This is a mountain full of boulders. In the blue and gray atmosphere, the colorful six-character mantra banners are waving on the scripture stones.The brackets welded with angle iron are laid along the mountain, covering a huge slope. Tens of thousands of people gathered here, but the valley was still silent. The sun is about to appear, and the eastern sky is gradually golden red.In a place surrounded by lamas, the sound of dharma horns sounded, and the mist of cypress leaves rose.This is the prelude to the birth of the Buddha, which conceals the solemnity of the crowd.On the other side of Taniguchi, seventy or eighty lamas lined up windingly, carrying giant scrolls that couldn't be seen, and came cruising like a long dragon.The crowd stepped aside.

After a while, the lamas stood on the top of the iron support and rolled the giant scroll down the slope of the iron support. There was a sound like a waterfall, and white waves flew down.Oh, the whole valley is full of neat and loud shouts, as if they have been silent for nine thousand years just because of this shout. But the Buddha did not show up, a layer of pure white gauze covered it, obscuring the colorful holy image.Elegance and solemnity, immersion and joy, are still waiting.Looking up to the east while waiting, everyone's eyes are saying: come out, come out. The sun came out, revealing only a strand of eoon.At the same time, the four ropes pulled up the white gauze, and the Buddha slowly opened, first the dharma body, then the dharma appearance.It seems that the golden light of the sun is controlled by people, and it shines just right, covering the hillside with brilliance.It seems that it is not the sun that rises, but the Buddha.No, what rises is both the sun and the Buddha. The sun and the Buddha illuminate the valley of Drepung Monastery at the same time, and the valley is crowded with people.Someone tried to climb up to pay homage to the body of the Buddha, and a group of lamas immediately came and guarded the Buddha.

There was a burst of thunderous cheers, and there was no need to be silent anymore. The scriptures were so loud that everyone made their voices, and their excitement was beyond words.Hada spread its wings, the bird flies, and the river lands.The river of Hada flows in front of the big Buddha seat, and the believers kneel down, and then throw themselves to the ground.Worship is both physical and spiritual.Many people hoped to touch the Buddha statue with their own heads, and they were jockeying for each other. One group went down, and another group came up again.Both the crowd and the faith are submerged, and after the submersion comes sublimation, which is the joy of the heart.

Those who were not believers mostly stood and raised their cameras, and some rushed towards Prince Chambord. Prince Chambord looked back at them and said disgustedly: "Why squeeze? Why don't you kneel down? What else do you do besides stealing the scene? You know how to hunt for novelty." Someone squeezed and shouted: "Didn't you also kneel down?" Prince Chambord was about to kneel down, but Mesa grabbed him: "It's such a crowded place, you can't get up if you kneel down." Prince Chambord looked around, pulled Mesa up and left the place close to the Buddha.He wanted to get a little farther away and see the whole picture of the Buddha clearly, but from the position just now, he could only see a part - the holy Buddha robe streamer.

This is a huge statue of Sakyamuni woven with colored silk. Prince Chambord asked: "See clearly?" "It's a question, anyone with eyes can see clearly," Mesa said. Prince Chambord said: "What I'm asking is whether you can see clearly what others can't see. Since the Kumbum Monastery's 'Guide to Granting' implies that we pay attention to 'Drepung Sholton', everything related to 'Drepung Sholton' Both are likely to show the 'Gate of the Seven Tara'." Mesa said: "The truth is like this, but termas are revealed according to the person's natural Buddha nature and Buddha affinity. My natural Buddha nature is not as good as yours, and I can't see what others can't see."

Prince Chambord shook his head: "But where is my Buddha nature?" He said, and knelt down with a plop.He felt that piety brought inspiration and good luck.Unexpectedly, as soon as he knelt down, a sturdy boot stepped on his back.He lay on the ground with an "ouch", wanting to turn around to see who stepped on him.Suddenly a group of people rushed in, stepped on him with several feet, and also knocked down another man in a crimson pulu robe.The man fell right on top of him, bearing the stampede for him.He yelled, and crawled forward, and the man crawled forward, and more and more boots and leather shoes stomped on the man.

Mesa rushed over and pushed those people: "I trampled to death, trampled to death." The skeleton killer covered his head with prayer flags, only his eyes were exposed, and he held up a white flag to direct some people to hold hands, and surrounded more people, forcing them to step over Prince Chambord and that man.A man with the appearance of a lama sprinkled a red silk rope tied with auspicious knots in front of it. Everyone was scrambling for it. There were more and more people, and it was too crowded. Mesa saw that they did it on purpose, and said loudly: "You are killing people, how dare you kill people in front of the Buddha, evil ways! Devils!" Prince Chambord, carrying the man on his back, struggled towards the gap between the legs, but it attracted more and more ruthless tramples.As he was at his wit's end, he saw the man fall off him, put his head against him, and forcefully pushed him into a stone pit.He screamed, curled up in the pit, face down, and remained motionless. Still stomping hard.The man lay down on Prince Chambord, blood was all over his face and body. Someone said loudly: "He is dead, already dead." This seemed to be a signal, those who held hands to circle people stopped, and those who threw auspicious knots stopped, and they mingled in the crowded crowd and scrambled around desperately. Mesa rushed over and tore the lama who was throwing the auspicious knot, shouting: "Murderer, murderer." The lama shrank back in fear.The skeleton killer with a prayer flag wrapped around his head strode over, and a slap in the face made Mesa sway left and right. When she came to her senses, all the murderers were gone. Many people gathered around the man and Prince Chambord to pray.Mesa squeezed forward and carefully pulled the man's shoulder, and the man sat up with a groan. "Take him to the hospital," Mesa yelled. Several lamas who maintained order came over and helped the man up.Mesa saw the gleaming steel plate protruding from the man's crimson pulu robe, and wondered that this man had already taken precautions.The man was carried by several lamas to the Tibetan Hospital of Drepung Monastery to be bandaged. Prince Chambord who was lying in the stone pit felt a relief on his back, squirmed and turned around, looking at the crowd in horror. "I thought you were dead," Mesa said happily. Prince Chambord said: "Almost, if someone hadn't protected me, I would have sacrificed blood to Drepung Monastery today. What about the man, how is he?" He sat up, shaking his shoulders, sucking in pain, gritting his teeth Said, "It must be the people of the 'Invisible Man's Blood Curse Temple', they are everywhere." Looking up at the Buddha who is detached but compassionate to the world, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he was stunned: What is it, can it be bigger than the Buddha? To catch his eye?He rubbed his eyes, closed them, opened them, and when he looked at the Buddha again, he found that what was incomparably bright in his eyes at this moment was the colorful clouds on the background of the Buddha. For a moment he forgot the pain and counted the clouds.He counted ninety-eight flowers. "Mesa, you count the clouds behind the Buddha, count them carefully." Mesa counted, and waved his hands when he counted to thirty: "No, no, I'm dazzled." Prince Chambord said: "I'll count it again." He used to herd the sheep when he was a child, and he had to count the running sheep every night.But the silk embroidered clouds in front of me are not moving, and it is too easy to count like fluff in butter, but the result is still ninety-eight. "Look at what the ninety-eight clouds look like again?" Mesa couldn't see it. "Does it look like ninety-eight lying copper pots?" Mesa stared blankly: "It's so similar." "Quick, help me stand up." Fortunately, Prince Chambord's bones were not trampled on. Although the flesh wounds were painful, he could still walk around by gritting his teeth.He was supported by Mesa, squeezed through the crowd, and walked towards the row of guarding lamas under the Buddha. Prince Chambord prostrated himself on the ground in front of an old lama wearing glasses, and said in a very reverent tone: "May I ask the master, what is the 'ninety-eight copper pot beliefs'?" The old lama wearing glasses suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him, and whispered: "Finally someone came to inquire about the ninety-eight copper pots. What do you do? You don't even wear cassocks, yet you know the ninety-eight copper pots." put the copper pot of faith'?" Prince Chambord said: "It is true that Buddhas wear cassocks, but how many of them are Buddhas? I don't wear cassocks because I am a layman, and the Buddha is a layman's Buddha." The Lama with glasses said: "You mean that the Buddha is outside the Buddhist gate and within the ordinary people? Don't worry about him. Anyway, our lamas in Drepung Monastery know that if someone asks about the 'Ninety-eight The belief in the copper pot must be an earth-shattering omen. Well, it’s the reappearance of the Buddha’s light, but if it’s bad, it’s the disaster of extermination of religion. We’ve been waiting for it for hundreds of years.” Prince Chambord said: "Please ask the master, the Buddha's light is already in full swing, how can it still reappear? The holy teaching is the teaching to avoid disasters, how can you still have disasters yourself?" "Even if the Buddha's light is equal to the sun, the sun will fall. Yesterday's sun belongs to yesterday, and we need new brilliance. Wait for my reply." The glasses lama said, glanced at Mesa beside Prince Chambord, and left. The lama with glasses never returned, and his words were nothing but the language of the wind.The drum music for the opening of Tibetan opera was sent from Gadan Pozhang.Looking up at the Buddha, Prince Chambord found that he could no longer see the ninety-eight clouds—the ninety-eight lying copper pots. Only the seven abstract waves under the lotus seat were floating in the most eye-catching way. Prince Chambord said: "Buddhist scriptures say that there are eight waves and eight kinds of wonderful truths. But why are there seven waves here? Look, under the seven waves..." Suddenly there was a roar.Someone screamed, someone yelled, "Get out of the way, get out of the way." A stone the size of a pot rolled down from above, ran over the body of the Buddha, and smashed into Prince Chambord.Prince Chambord stared at the waves on the colored silk Buddha and remained motionless.Mesa flew like a hawk and threw him down.Many people ran and screamed. People saw that the boulder jumped up, passed Prince Chambord and Mesa, and fell to the ground and shattered with a bang. There was a big hole on the ground and a circle of dust flying in the sky. No one hit it.A sigh of relief expressed people's joy: the stone that was about to be smashed suddenly jumped over people, and the stone that could not be crushed suddenly shattered. This is the Dharma.As soon as the rolled stone passed Sakyamuni's body, it turned into cotton, and it was cotton with eyes. Surprise makes people forget to ask: Who rolled the stone down?What is the purpose? The skeleton killer who wrapped his head with prayer flags stood not far away, thinking blankly: There are still people who want to kill Prince Chambord, who are they?He took out his mobile phone, and really wanted to call the master of black Fang, the great protector of the invisible secret path: "You don't believe me, you are blaming me, you sent someone else, or you are doing it yourself." But he held back, The master of black will always let him clear up those doubts that are constantly arising at the right time. Prince Chambord and Mesa got up, dragged each other away, and stopped suddenly. Prince Chambord turned around and said, "Look, under the seven waves, on the head of the Dharma Protector, there is a Tibetan word 'Ajie Ram'." Mesa narrowed her eyes and said, "Yeah, it's 'Auntie Ram'." Prince Chambord said: "No wonder there are seven waves under the lotus seat of the Buddha, because they represent the seven sisters' sister Ram" and the origin of Tibetan opera." Tang Dongjiebo, a monk of the Kagyu sect, saw that it was difficult for people to cross the river. He vowed to build bridges on all the big rivers in Tibet. The seven sisters are beautiful and good at singing and dancing. Thinking that Tara once had a dream about going down to earth, they had an idea and formed a drama troupe with the authority of the monks. Tang Dongjiebo borrowed Buddhist scriptures and made up the scripts for the characters in the stories. Arias are performed in the form of song and dance dramas to raise funds for bridge repairs. Finally, the bridge was built, and Tibetan opera was also produced. Therefore, in Tibet, the name of Tibetan opera is 'Ajie Lamu', which means 'Sister Fairy'.' Ajie Ram' is the incarnation of the seven Tara, who came to the world in the form of seven sisters, creating the original Tibetan opera." Mesa pondered: "The Tibetan opera of the Seven Sisters? The incarnation of the Seven Tara?" Prince Chambord said: "Since 'Aunt Ram' is the incarnation of the seven Tara, it must have something to do with the 'Gate of the Seven Tara'. We saw ninety-eight clouds from the colored silk Buddha—ninety-eight Eight lying copper pots, and got the revelation to watch 'Ajie Ram', which is a Tibetan opera. More importantly, we avoided two assassinations at the same time when the two revelations appeared. This may be a good It shows that the terma of the 'Gate of the Seven Tara' - the 'only Dharma Gate' is very close to us, and it may be in the Drepung Monastery." The two walked towards Gadan Podrang of Drepung Monastery. The Skeleton Killer followed, not far away, when the phone rang.Master of Black?He quickly took it out and put it to his ear. The master of the black square said: "Prince Chambord is still alive, you have mobilized so many idlers, but you have not achieved your goal." He paused, "But at present, you are still the person I trust the most." The Skeleton Killer's heart felt hot, and immediately turned cold again.He realized that this was both a urging and a threat, and the "present" would always pass, if he could not kill Prince Chambord, the bloody mission and the consummation of practice that accompanied the mission would pass him by.He said tremblingly, "I know, I know, I will satisfy you, I will satisfy you." The master of the black square said: "Someone wants to stone Prince Chambord to death, have you seen it? In fact, the competition has already begun. Everyone is practicing, everyone is pursuing perfection, and everyone wants to lead." "It can't be you and your assistant Eagle Head Disease, right?" "I don't know." The black master hung up. As always, Skeleton Killer was always depressed after the call from the Lord of Black, which always made him miss Gesang Deji even more.He dialed Gesang Deji's phone as usual, and Gesang Deji picked up the phone as usual.The two remained silent as before, listening to each other's breathing. It was almost time for Gesang Deji to hang up. She couldn't hear his call of "you go home, and I will go home", and she should be disappointed again.The Skeleton Killer's heart welled up with sadness, which reached his mouth and turned into a string of words that could turn: Beneath a pair of bright eyes, Tears are like spring rain, ... The skeleton killer was stunned. He was singing, and he could still sing, and it was the love song of Tsangyang Gyatso sung by Prince Chambord whom he hunted down.And—the time limit has passed, Gesang Deji still listened to the microphone and did not hang up. The Skeleton Killer wanted to continue singing, but found that the following would not work.Hurry back and sing again, just a few lines, over and over again, until Gesang Deji sighed, and there was no sound on the other end of the phone.