Chapter 60 Section 1

The Nengren Hall is on the highest floor of the Tsoqin Hall, condescending, and you can see a majestic and tall building on the right back at a glance. Prince Chambord looked back at Sakyamuni's handprints and dignified face and said: "That's right, even if we can't hear the lamas singing Cangyang Gyatso's love song, we can still understand why the right-handed conch guides us to come here. Next to Sakyamuni in Nengren Hall. Look where the Buddha’s handprints and eyes are facing, and facing the place where the chorus sings love songs, that is the tightly closed Tantric Dojo Abba Draksang. It is Tsangyang Gyatso in Drepung The only residence of the temple."

Mesa said: "Why is it facing Aba Zhacang? Is it important?" "Since Aba Draksang has become a part of the 'Guidelines for Prognostication', it is probably the most important item in Drepung Monastery for the excavation of termas from the 'Gate of Seven Tara'. Drepung Monastery has Luo Sailin, Guo Mang, Deyang and Aba Dhatsang are the four major Dhatsangs. Aba Dhatsang is the only esoteric temple, which has the deepest, most mysterious, spiritual and purest teaching method in Tibet, and is naturally the most prestigious and status. After Tsangyang Gyatso came , here is the inheritance of choral love songs.”

Then, Prince Chambord took Mesa and walked out, then turned back suddenly, walked up to the tourist who didn't understand the lama's singing, and said: "What the lamas sang together is not a Christian hymn, but a love song. It’s not a love song, but the Dharma sound of the sixth Dalai Lama Tsangyang Gyatso. Did you know that Tsangyang Gyatso’s Dharma sound can also be called a Taoist song, and all Tsangyang Gyatso’s love songs are Taoist songs.” The tourist nodded blankly: "What are you doing?" Prince Chambord said: "Worshiping Buddha." Twenty minutes later, Prince Chambord and Mesa arrived outside Abazacang.

Some twisted ropes of stone steps bound Aba Zhacang in the center of a terrace.The simple white walls and red eaves are inlaid with mysterious black windows and purple lattices, like rows of eyes, staring at you and seeing through you, but you can't see their contents clearly.There are some "line of sky" passages between the walls, so that when you look up, you will feel that it is a secret hanging ladder connecting with the sky.The building is crowded, the layout is steep, and the style is consistent.Mesa couldn't figure out why the houses were piled up like building blocks in the vast Tibetan area.

Prince Chambord said: "This is called the pyramid psychology, hoping to be closer to the sky and God." Aba Dracang, the secret place of Tantric Buddhism, hung a sign saying "no visits". They couldn't get in, and they didn't see a lama come out, and they didn't even have a chance to open their joints.The chorus has disappeared, as if the lover's dishonest temptation, when you come to meet with great interest, what is left to you is blankness and loneliness.They walked up and down the wall. Prince Chambord said: "I came here when I was investigating Tsangyang Gyatso. At that time, there were open days, but now even the open days are cancelled. The nine-faced deity of one of the five great deities of the Gelugpa Tantra is enshrined in Zhacang. Yan Mo Dejia with thirty-four arms and sixteen legs——Dawei, Virtue, Fear Vajra, Mahakala Mahakala, Yan Modi, Zenglu Tianmu, etc., which are manifested when the Tathagata subdues demons. The most important The one above is a powerful wrathful Rakshasa statue. When shaping the wrathful Rakshasa, Tsongkhapa and his disciples had to recite 100,000 times the root mantra of the Great Esoteric Buddhism for each pinch of incense: 'Ma, Ma, Ge, Spirit, killing, face, and reaching.' One hundred thousand times the Six Paths Vajra Mantra: 'Ah, ah, Sa, killing, ma, ha.' So much so that the real body of the Rakshasa was touched, and after shaping the lower body of the angry Rakshasa Afterwards, its upper body grew naturally."

"But now we need to see these gods with our own eyes," Mesa said. Prince Chambord looked up, down, left, and right: "I can't get in, I have to go through the door." He walked over, knocked on the door heavily, and shouted: "The benefactor is here, the benefactor from afar is here." No one paid attention.He took out a hundred-yen bill, slipped it in through the crack of the door, and shouted, "Dear lama, my master, I have heard the chorus. I am a pilgrim from Tsangyang Gyatso. Let me in, please." Please let me in." The door opened with a creak, and a bald lama's head stuck out: "Didn't you see 'No Visits'? We are all meditating, and this place needs to be quiet. Do you want to finish?" He said, throwing out the hundred-yen bill , and slammed the door shut.

Prince Chambord said: "Strange, how come there are lamas who refuse to give alms?" Still walking around outside the wall.Suddenly Prince Chambord was stunned, staring at the black wall decoration on the white wall and said, "What do you think it is? Does it look like Tibetan?" Mesa took a closer look: "Yes, it's in Tibetan, it looks like a snow mountain." Then they concluded that it was indeed the Tibetan word for "Snow Mountain", because they saw the Tibetan word for "Hot Spring" more clearly on the other wall. Prince Chambord almost jumped up: "It turns out that Aba Zacang is a 'snow mountain' and a 'hot spring'. The ninety-eight Shambhala hot springs are just a metaphor. The source of joy that the seven Tara brought to the world—the Shambhala hot springs should be temples rising from the ground, to be precise, Tantric dojos. "

Mesa said: "If this is the case, the 'Ninety-eight Copper Pots of Faith' represent the ninety-eight Tantric Dojos. Are we going to search all the Tantric Dojos in Lhasa and even the whole of Tibet? The 'Gate of the Seven Tara' It seems to be getting farther and farther away from us." Prince Chambord said: "No, it's getting closer and closer. Kumbum Monastery's "Prophecy Guide" brought us to Drepung Monastery, and the only Tantric Dojo in Drepung Monastery, Aba Zhacang, clearly told us that it is the ninety-eight One of the snow mountains and ninety-eight Shambhala hot springs, we must go into it, it may be our only goal now."

They lingered until a young woman came out from the gate of the Tantra Sutra hall with a milk bucket on her back and a copper jug ​​bent over her back. Prince Chambord leaned over and asked, "We are pilgrims from afar. If we want to go in and kowtow, when is it convenient?" The young woman squeezed the thumb, index finger and middle finger of her right hand and rubbed them together quickly a few times. Mesa asked, "What do you mean?" Prince Chambord said: "I want money." He took out ten yuan and gave it to the young woman. The young woman said: "It is impossible for Abba Dratsang to let you in, not even for 365 days a year, not to mention pilgrims, even other lamas from Dratsang are not allowed to enter."

Mesa said, "You took the money and told us this?" "I'm telling the truth," said the young woman. Mesa said: "You have to ask for money to be honest? Still a believer." "Don't be serious with her." Prince Chambord asked again: "How can you go in?" The young woman said, "If I don't go in, the lamas won't be able to drink buttered tea." Prince Chambord said, "You are the milkman, once a day?" "Once in the morning and once in the afternoon." "What time is it?" "Ten o'clock in the morning, three o'clock in the afternoon." The young woman said, quickening her pace.

Prince Chambord dragged Mesa and followed.The stone steps have been going downhill, and when I followed the end of the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, when I wanted to go up and return to Aba Zhacang, I had no strength, tired and hungry.I thought forget it today and come back tomorrow.I was about to walk along the Drepung Avenue covered by green trees to downtown Lhasa, and suddenly saw a bright red copper pot decorated with exquisite patterns on the flat ground in front of the Drepung Monastery Tibetan Hospital.Drepung Monastery does not have a decent mountain gate, because you have to pass the Tibetan hospital at the south end of the monastery to go up and down, and the gate of the Tibetan hospital with blooming flowers is the right of the mountain gate.The owner of the copper pot, a middle-aged woman, sits on the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, shaking the mani wheel, and casually observing the passing tourists. Prince Chambord asked casually in Tibetan: "Is the copper pot for sale?" The middle-aged woman said: "If you don't sell it, what am I doing here?" Prince Chambord suddenly stopped, "How much is it?" The middle-aged woman said, "One hundred." "It's only a hundred yuan for such a good copper pot?" "If you think it's cheap, then add one hundred. Do you want two hundred dollars?" Prince Chambord browsed: "Why are the patterns all the same, all snow-capped mountains?" The middle-aged woman said: "One side is the snow mountain, and the other side is the hot spring." Prince Chambord and Mesa looked at each other, squatted down, picked up a copper pot, took a closer look, and asked, "Why snow mountains and hot springs?" "Since my ancestors, there are snow mountains and hot springs. We sell one and make one. It has always been like this pattern. Ninety-eight copper pots, ninety-eight snow mountains, and ninety-eight incense sticks Barra Hot Springs, this cannot be changed, just like mountains and rivers cannot be turned into forests. When Spar slaughtered a calf, he cut off the head of the ox and put it on a high place, so the mountain peaks are towering; when Spar slaughtered the calf, he cut off the tail of the ox and planted it in the shade , so the forest is lush." Spar is the great creator god of the Tibetans, who created the world, mountains, rivers, forests and grass.In the tone of the middle-aged woman, it seems that God Sparta also created the copper pot and the pattern of 'snow mountain' and 'hot spring' on the copper pot. Prince Chambord asked vigilantly: "You have ninety-eight copper pots? Why are there ninety-eight? Why do you only make one after selling one?" The middle-aged woman said: "Who doesn't know this. The seven sisters 'Ajie Ram' are the incarnations of the seven Tara. Each of them has fourteen hands and holds fourteen copper pots. I can't take any more." Prince Chambord said: "But as far as I know, the ninety-eight copper pots of the seven sisters 'Ajie Ram' are useless, they can only boil tea and milk." The middle-aged woman snorted triumphantly, leaned her head closer, and said mysteriously: "There are ninety-six handfuls for making tea and milk, and there are two more. Those are treasures, and half a Lhasa can't be exchanged." "Which two?" "If I had known, I would have bought it myself." "You don't know, it seems that you are a consignment?" "Yes, our ancestors and we are all people who sell faith for God." Prince Chambord looked at her in surprise: a woman with a street stall can say such things. Mesa said: "Great salesmanship, everyone will buy her a copper pot for this treasure. But what if someone bought all the copper pots at once?" The middle-aged woman said: "I only sell one handful a day." Prince Chambord said: "When you come back the next day, it becomes ninety-eight again. The copper pots are the same. You don't know whether you bought an antique or made it last night. In this way, those two It is very likely that the treasure copper pot has been preserved from the ancestors to the present." The middle-aged woman looked at Prince Chambord and nodded in agreement. Mesa said: "It is also possible that the two treasured copper pots have been bought away long ago." The middle-aged woman looked at Mesa again and nodded. Prince Chambord took a chance and said: "Choose, we have no choice." They passed all the ninety-eight copper pots over and over again. Although there are still subtle differences between copper pots and copper pots, it is just that there is one more hammer and one less hammer when hand-made, and it is impossible to distinguish whether the treasure is different or not. treasure.The middle-aged woman became a little impatient, and asked them whether they were buying copper pots or killing time, she was about to close the market.Mesa stood up helplessly: What should I do?Prince Chambord signaled her to search again with firm eyes. He said: "Don't compare it anymore. The difference between this copper pot and that copper pot is meaningless. You can see whether there is any information we are interested in on each copper pot, the information of the decoration, the information of the build, The most important thing is the damaged information. Since it is the copper pot of the Seven Sisters 'Ajie Ram', it was stolen by the devil, it has been polished over time, and it has attracted the attention of many people, so it is impossible not to leave traces." But in the end they didn't get the information they wanted, and they sat on the ground dejectedly, with helpless faces, and were reluctant to leave. It was dusk, the setting sun was hanging on the top of the mountain, and a beam of extraordinarily bright red sunlight swept over obliquely, shining on the copper pot.The key is that it only shines on one copper pot, not on other copper pots.The copper pot suddenly grew tall and burned brightly.Prince Chambord, who had no hope, seemed to see hope, and suddenly straightened his waist, thinking, why can't I regard the sunshine as the guidance of the gods?He rushed over, picked up the copper pot and said, "Don't look at anything else, this is it." He took out two hundred yuan, threw it to the middle-aged woman, and walked away. Mesa chased after him and asked eagerly, "What did you find?" Seeing Prince Chambord shaking his head, he asked again, "Why did you buy it if you didn't find anything?" "I feel like it's what we're looking for," Prince Chambord said. Mesa asked, "Are your feelings secure?" He said, "I don't know." A taxi drove up and stopped beside them, as if specially to pick them up.They went up and went straight to the Saffron Hotel along the Drepung Avenue.