In front of the Tibetan Hospital of Drepung Monastery, the middle-aged woman selling copper pots has not yet come.The place where the copper pot was placed yesterday has been occupied by jewelry sellers. Those pearls, agates, coral turquoise, emeralds, gold and silver, real and fake, flowed all over the place like a river.
Prince Chambord asked a stall owner: "Where are the copper pots? It's about this time."
The stall owner said: "I'm also wondering why she hasn't come yet. I sold a handful yesterday, so I haven't collected ninety-eight copper pots yet."
Prince Chambord decided to let Mesa wait here and go to Abazacang first.
The stone steps extending to Aba Zhacang seem to be more distorted than yesterday, and a little floating, probably because of the fog today.The fog got thicker as we went up, and we didn't know we had arrived until we hit the wall of Aba Zhacang.He quickly backed up, backed up fifty meters and stopped again, and looked at his watch.
Prince Chambord waited until 9:40 when he saw the young woman delivering milk.Just like yesterday, the young woman walked over with a milk bucket on her back and a copper jug in her hands.
He went up to him and smiled, "Hehe", took out a hundred dollars, and handed it over: "You have encountered a good thing today. I give you a hundred dollars to let you rest, so you can rest here. You go deliver the milk."
The young woman was stunned, her eyes full of doubts.
"That's it." Prince Chambord said, "I have come to fulfill my father's long-cherished wish to light one hundred and eight butter lamps in front of the wrathful Rakshasa, so I must go in." Seeing the young woman staring at the money, he added "I beg you, if you fulfill me, you will fulfill my father, who is dying." He said with two tears.
The young woman put down the copper pot and turned her back on Prince Chambord.Prince Chambord hugged the milk bucket with all his arms, and unloaded it from her back.The young woman turned around and hugged the milk bucket, placed it on his back, then lifted the copper pot, shook it, and solemnly handed it to his right hand.Prince Chambord weighed the copper jug, wondering why the copper jug full of milk was so heavy.I looked down and thought that the patterns on the copper pot were also snow mountains and hot springs, so it must have been bought from a middle-aged woman.
Prince Chambord walked towards the gate of Abazha Tsang Tantric Sutra Hall.
The door opened, and the same bald man from yesterday, probably the lama who guarded the door, stared at Prince Chambord in surprise and said, "You? Who are you? What are you going to do?"
Prince Chambord said in Tibetan: "She is sick, I will deliver the milk."
With a bare head, he said: "We will send someone to pick her up when she is sick, and she doesn't need to be delivered." After that, the door was closed.
King Chambord stretched his leg in against the door leaf: "I managed to get here, why not?"
Bald head said: "I know you want to come in, you wanted to come in yesterday."
Prince Chambord said: "I heard that all the lamas of Drepung Monastery know that on the day of the Shoton Festival, if someone inquires about the belief of 'ninety-eight copper pots', it must be an earth-shattering omen. It has been hundreds of years, Lama We've been waiting."
With a bare head, he said "Oh": "You are the one who inquired about the 'Ninety-Eight Copper Pot's Faith'?" He trembled all over, stared at the copper pot in Prince Chambord's hand, and shouted nervously: " How do you hold it, put it down."
Prince Chambord said: "You let me in, and I will put it down when I go in."
"You will bring disaster to us." Guang Liu headed over to snatch it.
Prince Chambord backed away again and again, the heavy milk pail and copper jug nearly dragged him down, and he would have thrown them away if he hadn't thought that they were the only reason for him to enter the Abazac.
"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me." Guang Liuliu roared, hugging the copper pot.
"What are you robbing, it's not that I won't give it to you." As he spoke, he suddenly realized that the copper pot was important, otherwise the other party would not have robbed it like this.Prince Chambord clutched the copper jug tightly, and at the same time loosened the noose of the milk bucket from his shoulders.With a bang, the milk bucket fell to the ground, and the milk splashed white on his bald head.While he was wiping his face and head, Prince Chambord picked up the copper pot and ran away.
He ran back the way he had come, pouring milk from the copper jug at the young woman who was about to stop him.
The young woman cried and said, "Give me back the ancestral copper jug, and give me back the copper jug that has given milk to our family for hundreds of years." Suddenly she knelt down and shouted, "Ancestor, ancestor, you said Tara would come On the way to deliver milk, I took a copper pot, but now Tara didn't come, but a robber came."
Prince Chambord said: "I'm not a robber, I'm Tara's emissary, and I'm here to fetch the copper pot." After that, he walked around the young woman and ran faster and faster.
He chased after him with a bare head, his long cassock dragged his feet, and within a few steps, he distanced himself from Prince Chambord.He yelled loudly, his voice was weird like a divine horn.Immediately there was the same strange echo.All the lamas, young and old, who had heard the name of the gods, ran out from the halls and monk houses on both sides of the stone steps to chase after Prince Chambord.The red-purple tide was flowing rapidly in those mysterious and narrow alleys, and there were bursts of terrifying roars from time to time.
Prince Chambord looked back and ran wildly.
The stone steps twisted and went downhill all the way. Prince Chambord was like a rabbit with short front legs and long back legs, and he almost fell down several times.There were more and more lamas, and many young lamas wrapped their cassocks around their waists and chased them swiftly.The distance is getting smaller and smaller, and the road is getting narrower and narrower. Two high-rise walls are narrowly facing each other, and there is a gap in the middle, which only allows one person to pass through.A lama blocked the front, Prince Chambord stopped, looked back at the chasing lama, and ran again.The terrain was from high to low, and he swooped down, hitting the lama with his whole body.The lama fell, and he also rolled on the ground.When he got up and fled again, the pain in his right knee made him gasp.He was limping and running, and the lamas behind him chased after him, 30 meters, 20 meters, 10 meters.To make matters worse, there was another person blocking the way ahead, a man in a crimson pulu robe tightly blocking the way.
Prince Chambord held the copper pot with one hand and raised his fist: "Get out of the way, get out of the way."
The man seemed to be frightened, and he jerked to one side, allowing Prince Chambord to pass by. At the same time, he lay prone on the ground, with his body slanted sideways, arched up, and blocked the chasing lama.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Prince Chambord turned right and then left, and staggered to the door of the Tibetan Hospital of Drepung Monastery. he's the one.What does this guy do, why should he protect him?
Prince Chambord dived headfirst into the herdsman, and shouted, "Go."
Mesa started the car.Prince Chambord looked back nervously.A group of lamas chased after him frantically, and grabbed the herdsman first.The Wrangler suddenly pulled them forward and knocked them down.
"The lamas are dying," Mesa said.
The Wrangler galloped along the Drepung Avenue.The lamas continued to chase.The Land Rover police car that had just arrived at Drepung Monastery quickly turned and followed.
Prince Chambord panted heavily, touched his sore right knee, and looked at it while holding the copper pot.
Mesa asked, "Where did you get the copper kettle?"
Prince Chambord said nothing.Also on the bottom of the pot, he saw a line of Tibetan characters engraved on it at a glance: "The Stolen Hand of the Wrathful Rakshasa".He closed his eyes and meditated: the two copper pots of the seven Tara, the two copper pots stolen by the devil, the copper pots symbolizing the two snow mountains and the two Shambhala hot springs, the copper pots that can produce two Tibetan operas, The two copper pots that led to the tragic death of the seven sisters "Ajie Ram" have finally been found.The inscription on a copper pot is "Jicai Luding", and the inscription on a copper pot is "The Stolen Hand of the Wrathful Rakshasa".What is the relationship between them?Is one of them Tsongkhapa's copper pot?More importantly, what information about the 'Gate of the Seven Tara', a guide to the 'Last Terma' are contained in the text on the copper pot?
Mesa asked again, "What's on it?"
Prince Chambord told her.
Mesa said: "There are probably tens of thousands of angry Rakshasa statues in Tibet. Which one is it?"
Prince Chambord said: "Since the copper pot engraved with 'The Stolen Hand of the Wrathful Rakshasa' comes from Aba Zhacang, and Aba Zhacang has ninety-eight snow-capped mountains and ninety-eight Shambhala hot springs, that is, nine The only manifestation of the 18 tantric ashrams, this 'Wrathful Rakshasa' is definitely the Wrathful Rakshasa of Aba Zhatsang."
"The point is that we can't get in and out of Abazacang, we can't compare it with a hand that hasn't been stolen, and we can't know what this 'stolen hand' looks like," Mesa said.
Prince Chambord said: "Maybe Aba Zhacang is meaningless to us, because it is certain that after someone stole the hand of Wrathful Rakshasa, he put another hand on it, so we are talking about Drepung Monastery. There is no record of Wrathful Raksha missing a hand in general literature. What is important now is that we must know the shape of the hand that was stolen by Wrathful Rakshasa, what is the handprint, what is the size, and whether it is made of clay or not. Stone, what color, Tibetan pigment or Indian pigment."
"How could we possibly know such details?" Mesa said.
Prince Chambord said: "I thought of the 'Buddha Hand Hall'. The 'Buddha Hand Hall' is an existence in history. In addition to collecting thousands of Buddha hands from Tibet, the Central Plains and India, it also brings together the oldest secret methods. Mudra. Esoteric practice requires the combination of "body", "speech" and "mind". This is the basis for becoming a Buddha in the physical body and in the world. The body secret is to accurately imitate the mudra and sitting posture of the deity, and the speech secret is to read vigorously. Reciting the mantra belonging to the deity, the meaning is to fully possess the thoughts and consciousness of the deity. Among them, the mudra is the first expression of the external image and the first condition for magical power. It is a pity that there are not many ancient mudras left. There are only dozens of handprint treasures that we can see. However, the explanations of thousands of Buddha hands and handprints in the "Buddha Hand Hall" by the eminent monks of the past dynasties have not disappeared. It is in the "Wonderful, Auspicious, Quiet and Vigorous Mudras."
"Where is the 'Wonderful Auspicious Static Mudra', can we find it?"
"If you can't find it, you have to find it. All the revelations and realizations we have obtained so far are related to Drepung Monastery, so we still have to start looking for it from Drepung Monastery."
"But how do you explain the inscription 'Ji Cai Lu Ding' on the other copper pot?"
Prince Chambord said: "As I said, 'Ji Cai Lu Ding' may be the Drepung Monastery, but it is more likely to be the copper pot. Now it seems that the copper pot came from the Drepung Monastery. In the final analysis, it may point to: 'Ji Cai Lu Ding' is more likely to be the copper pot. Cailuding' is the location of the 'Stolen Hand of the Wrathful Rakshasa' and also the location of the 'Gate of the Seven Tara'. Now the key depends on the meaning and direction of the handprints, whether there is any reference to the 'Auspicious Cailuding' Take care and support."
With a creak, Mesa stepped on the brake.Five lamas and a car appeared in the middle of the road, blocking the horsemen.Prince Chambord couldn't help but exclaimed: "Lama Bird?" Then he recognized Aruo Lama and Wujian Lingpa.
Lama Aruo came over and knocked on the car door.Prince Chambord lowered the window helplessly.
"Buddha Buddha told us to go to Drepung Monastery to find you. I didn't expect you to come out so soon. I want to talk to you." Lama Aruo had a cold face.
Prince Chambord looked back and said, "Should I go down, or you come up?"
"It's right here." Lama Aruo said, "Buddha is the supreme sage who conveys the truth without falsehood. You don't know this kind of common sense, right? When the world begins to re-examine beliefs and find a spiritual way out, Buddhism can overcome the obstacles of confusion, loneliness and depression, and the Immortal Vajra Body can build a bright future city. Hidden in the human world. You probably won’t object to me saying this, right? Note that the achievement of the immortal vajra body freed from the pain of life and death is only to fear the three evil realms of animals, hungry ghosts, and hell, and hope to be reincarnated in humans, gods, and non-human beings. It is not enough for heaven to be half-human and half-god. Such worldly good dharma is not the pursuit of those who practice it. All reincarnations, including human, non-heaven, and gods, are full of pain of life and death. The house of fire, the vast sea of suffering. The true Dharma requires us to escape from life and death in the three realms and the six realms of reincarnation. It completely negates the world of the three evil realms, and also completely negates the meaning of the three good realms. Do you have such a heart of renunciation and liberation? What about you? You are an ordinary person, it is impossible for you to have it, so..."
"So I must tell you the results of my exploration?"
"I don't want the result, I need the process, and I hope you will cooperate with us."
"What if I refuse?"
"I have never seen a criminal as bold as you."
"I killed someone, stole cultural relics, and now I am going to steal more important cultural relics. You will arrest me at any time. You want to remind me like this, right?"
Lama Aruo did not speak, but stared at a group of Lamas from Drepung Monastery and the Land Rover police car behind them.
Prince Chambord roared, "Go away."
Lama Aruo suddenly took off his cloak and cassock, and threw it to Prince Chambord through the car window: "I lent it to you, it is useful." He turned and walked towards Lama Bird.
Prince Chambord grabbed Aruo Lama's cloak and cassock, rolled them up and was about to throw them out of the window, but stopped suddenly, thinking that he is really a very smart lama, who actually knows what I will do next.Shaking his cloak and cassock, he shouted, "Is this also a sign from Fudo Buddha?"
Lama Aruo turned back and said, "Yes."
Lama Bird stepped out of the way.The shepherd ran away.
The lama of Drepung Monastery chased after him, looked at the back of the shepherd, and fell to the ground panting.The Land Rover police car sounded its siren and rushed towards the Wrangler.
Mesa glanced at the rearview mirror and said nervously, "Maybe I won't be able to escape."
A truck full of cement drove out of the fork ahead, and turned right slowly in the middle of the road, and the Wrangler had to stop.The Land Rover police car caught up and stopped next to the Wrangler.
"Damn it, why are you so unlucky." Prince Chambord threw the copper pot he had finally snatched on the seat, and hugged the back of his head with his backhand, as if resigned to fate.Mesa took his foot off the accelerator in frustration and the car stalled.
But there seemed to be something wrong in the Land Rover police car, and the police didn't rush out until the truck in front completed a right turn to get out of the way, and until Mesa started the Wrangler again and drove forward.
Bixiu was driving the Land Rover police car. He caught up with the Wrangler, drew his gun and was about to go down. When he pushed the door, he found that the door couldn't be opened.The Land Rover police car has an automatic door lock device, but it should prevent people from outside from getting in, not from people inside from getting out.No matter how much Bixiu pressed the button in front of the car, the door didn't respond. She tried to put down the glass and raised her gun to shoot, but the glass also failed.He turned his head and shouted at Dolma: "Did you do something wrong? Wangtou, it must be him."
Wang Yan glared at Zhuoma in the passenger seat, and asked sharply, "Is it?"
Dolma didn't answer, but just said: "Let me take a look." After that, she leaned on the button and pressed it randomly. After pressing and pressing, the car door opened with a click.Bixiu rushed out.
It was too late, rushing out would be a waste of time, the Wrangler had long since disappeared.Bixiu fired a shot into the sky and shouted angrily, "Dolma, Dolma."
Zhuoma was getting out of the car when Bixiu rushed over and punched his nose crookedly.
Dolma covered her nose and said calmly: "This is Lhasa, under the eyes of all the Buddhas. It is the Buddha's will that the car door cannot be opened. If you have the ability, go to the Buddha to settle accounts. What's the use of venting on me?" He returned a punch without any loss, which also crooked Bixiu's nose.
Wang Yan walked towards Zhuoma and asked in a low voice, "You have to tell me the truth, why can't the door be opened?"
Dolma said: "As an Interpol, I came here to find evidence, not to randomly arrest people and kill people. This is the truth." After finishing speaking, I got into the Land Rover police car.
Wang Yan was silent, he was thinking: Should I report the situation of Bixiu and Dolma to the superior?Reporting would definitely mean losing Dolma or Bixiu, and losing Dolma would encourage Bixiu's impatience and even misbehavior; losing Bixiu would encourage Dolma to be overly calm or even do nothing.Bixiu's impatience and Dolma's calmness are both needs, and now it depends on which side Wang Yan leans towards.And his idea was that it would be better for Prince Chambord to show his new feet, proving that he was Ugin Lama, or the dispatch of Ugin Lama.If Prince Chambord insists on going to death, no one can stop him.Thinking about it, he glared at Zhuoma and said, "I am the leader of our trio, you have to listen to me." Then he waved his hand, "Get in the car."
In the galloping Wrangler, Mesa asked, "Where are you going now?"
Prince Chambord said: "Go to the Consulate General of Nepal, leave me behind, and go on."
Almost at the same time, in Lama Bird, Aruo Lama said to Wujian Lingpa who was driving: "Take off your cassock to me, and leave me at the corner ahead. Follow up, and try to let the woman driving find that you are following you." he."
Wu Jianlingba asked: "Perhaps it is not a woman who is driving now, but Prince Chambord."
Lama Aruo said, "Prince Chambord has already got off the carriage."
Wujian Lingba pointed to the other lamas and said, "Let's go together, and leave the follow-up to them."
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