Chapter 67 Section 1

Prince Chambord took out his mobile phone and called Poencuo, but the other party was switched on, but no one answered. After calling several times, a voice as thin as a gossamer came out: "I'm still not used to you using other people's mobile phones. I thought about it for a long time before I dared to answer it." Prince Chambord said: "Mr. Bianba's mobile phone is easy to use. I like it. You should get used to it slowly. Remember that the number behind it is '2452', which means 'I love it to death'." Poen Tso said: "'I love you to death'? I really can't let you go when you say that."

"Can't let me go? I'm so happy." "Didn't you say that you want to tell me the story of Bixiu Laba?" "Yes yes, maybe it will work for you, maybe the story of Bixiu Laba is a staircase that you will walk down to the top of the thirty-six-story building, maybe..." "Could it be a lama preaching again?" "No, it's a story." "Then tell me quickly. I want to know if the last story in the world can move me. If it moves me, I won't dance. If it doesn't move me, I will jump right away. I give my life to you."

Prince Chambord pondered for a while and said: "Bishuraba was a beggar who begged from all over the world. One day he took his wife back to his hometown in Shannan, when Nudan Qianhu was punishing a hunter at the place where livestock was slaughtered. A hunter shot and killed a brown bear, which was the companion god of the mountain god. The mountain god took his anger out on Nudan Manor and infected more than a dozen people, including Nudan Qianhu's eldest son, with leprosy that rotted their souls. At that time, Leprosy is an incurable disease. The only way is to use the hunter's flesh and blood to sacrifice to the mountain god, pray for forgiveness, and then tie up the sick person and carry him into the deep mountain, where he will freeze to death, starve to death, or be eaten by wild animals. Bixiu Laba used His hoarse and thin voice was barely audible, and he said with difficulty: "If Master Qianhu swears to Buddha not to kill this hunter, the rotten soul will be healed, and the sick person will recover soon." Nudan Qianhu said : "Why should I listen to a beggar? Bixiu Laba said: "If the patient's illness does not recover within seven days, you can peel off my skin and use my skinless blood body to sacrifice to the mountain god." '"

"Seven days have passed, and more than a dozen leprosy patients not only did not recover, but became more serious, and one of them even died. Nudan Qianhu sent people to arrest Bixiu Laba, and at the same time arrested the hunter's wife. Nudan Qianhu said: "I swore to the Buddha not to kill the hunter, but I didn't swear not to kill the hunter's wife." Then he pointed to Bixiu Laba and asked, "You choose, whether to skin you alive or skin you after you are dead." skin?” Bixiu Raba’s answer was as hoarse and small as a moan of pain, but it was still full of strength: “Of course I skinned me alive, and the skin of a dead person cannot be peeled off.” The method of skinning is to take the living A person is tied to a skinning pole, and a bloody gash is drawn with a knife from the forehead through the Tianling cover, the back of the head, and the neck, and then the boiling ghee is poured down. Where the ghee soaks, the skin and flesh will crack. Sometimes, the human skin is half-peeled. , the person is already dying of pain, sometimes the whole human skin has peeled off, and the person is still alive, waiting to die of blood.

"Nudan Qianhu has already sent people to boil the ghee, and is waiting to draw the bleeding hole and pour it on his head. Bixiu Laba said: 'If Lord Qianhu swears to the Buddha not to kill the hunter's wife, I will have a way to kill myself. Nudan Qianhu said: "I have never heard of skinning myself, but I want to see it today." So he swore to the Buddha not to kill the hunter's wife. Bixiu Laba told him with great effort: "The way I peel my skin is to not eat or drink from now on, and when I am so hungry, I will bite my mouth and scratch it from the mouth down, and the whole human skin will come off." Nudan Qianhu said Let Bixiu Raba starve, without eating or drinking for half a month, and the skinny appearance came out. Bixiu Raba is still alive, but she can no longer bite herself. Bixiu Raba said: "I can no longer peel my skin." , you’d better feed me meat, the mountain gods don’t pay attention to offerings without meat.” Nudan Qianhu said: “I hate you liar now, I just want to feed you, feed me meat again Torture you, then I will make you want to die, to live.'”

"One month later, Bixiu Laba, who had recovered, was taken by Nudan Qianhu to the place where the livestock was slaughtered, along with the hunter's children. Nudan Qianhu said: 'I swear to Buddha not to kill the hunter's wife. , but did not swear not to kill the hunter's children. The meat of children is very tender and is the favorite sacrifice of the mountain god." Bixiu Laba said: "If the mountain god is used to eating the meat of children, all the children in the manor, including the children of adults from Qianhu They will all be eaten. Why not use my meat instead? Give me a knife and I will cut my flesh.' Nudan Chihu gave him a knife, and he said: 'Please Nudan Chihu Give my wife a bite to eat, she is pregnant with a child, and I put her in a kind-hearted family who is willing to take care of her." After saying that, he raised his knife and cut his arm, and his arm was immediately bloody. At this time, Nudan Qianhu rushed He came over and hugged Bixiu Laba, and shouted loudly: 'Beggar, beggar, don't do this.'”

"Bishuraba pushed Nudan Qianhu away and said in a hoarse voice than before: 'Why don't you let me die?' Nudan Qianhu said: 'You are a person who is not afraid of death. I like people who are not afraid of death. Now not only will you not be punished, but you will also be rewarded. What do you want?" Bixiu Laba said without hesitation and gestured: "I want a dozen lepers including your eldest son, I want Be with them, and I will take care of them." Nudan Qianhu agreed, and handed over the sick and some food to Bixiuraba." "The Bixiu Raba's family lived with the dozen or so lepers for twelve years until they died one after another. When the last leper was carried to the celestial burial platform by Bixiu Raba, the old Nudan Qianhu took the manor One-third of the territory was given to Bixiu Laba. He said: "I have already seen that you are a Buddha and Bodhisattva who has descended. I want to support you. Please pray for me so that I can be the owner of Nudan Manor in my next life." Master.' Bixiu Laba said in a hoarse voice that was not well breathed: 'I am not a Buddha or Bodhisattva, but I can pray for you.' Then he accepted these territories and called it the Orphan Manor. Because at this time, Bixiu Raba The Shuraba family has adopted a large group of orphans from all over Tibet. This is the first orphanage in Tibetan history."

"Bishuraba believes that Tibetan Buddhism focuses on the creation of a peaceful and ascetic mind, and enlightens people to be free from troubles and transcend pain. It is a failure, a failure of Buddhism, to not focus on solving the sufferings of the people, changing the status quo of social poverty, and letting many people struggle below the food and clothing line. After Bixiu Raba has its own territory, it immediately divides it into small pieces. It was distributed to those orphans, and some adult beggars were recruited to guide the orphans in farming. This happened three hundred years ago, and it was probably the first time in the history of Tibet and even China that "dividing fields to households" appeared. But the result was not good , Orphans and beggars soon began to form cliques, and then invaded other people's land. Bixiu Laba had to take back the divided land and redistribute it. Lazy by nature, he abandoned the land and did not plant it, preferring to live a life of a beggar who was looked down upon by others. Bixiu Laba rented the abandoned land to those who were willing to farm, and then collected the rent and gave it to beggars.”

"But no matter what, Orphan Manor is a place where everyone has food and clothing. In addition to farming, hard-working people can also raise cattle and sheep. Many people exchange gold and The silver was given to Bixiu Raba, and they said: "Save up these gold and silver. There should be a temple in the orphan manor." Bixiu Raba made two piggy banks out of wood, one for gold and the other for silver. Enough, the disaster year is coming. Bixiu Raba broke open two piggy banks, took out gold and silver, exchanged food from other manors, and gave them to the hungry people who came to him from far and near. The gold and silver were gone, and the temple It was not built, and then came rinderpest, and all the cattle and sheep in the Orphan Manor died. Almost everyone blamed Bixiu Laba: it was you who spent the gold and silver for building the temple, and you made us lose the protection of Buddhist temples and monks. This kind of blame is accompanied by the aggravation of the disaster: there are people who died of rinderpest for several days in a row, every day. A voice quietly ran out from the heart of the dark people: Apologize, apologise, whoever offends the gods and Buddhas will be punished. You should apologize yourself."

"One day, a few ungrateful villains grabbed Bixiu Laba from the field, stripped him naked, tied him up, and threw him into the scorpion pit they had prepared. Thousands of black scorpions crawled around in the hole , covered Bixiu Raba's bare skin. Two days later, when Bixiu Raba's family found him, they saw lumps on his body, and he was dying from the scorpion poison. The villains were afraid of being punished by Bixiu Raba. Abandoning his wife and children, he escaped from the Orphan Manor. After recovering, Bixiu Laba went to look for them in person, and said in a hoarse voice that they were familiar with intermittently: "There is no black-hearted person in the world who throws his benefactor into the scorpion pit. I accidentally fell into it." Go in.' Those wicked people turned out to be good people who reciprocated their kindness.”

"In Tibet, both the rich and the poor like to donate money and goods to temples, thinking that they can avoid disasters and accumulate merit. Therefore, regardless of rich or poor places, large manors or small manors, the temples are magnificent. Only Bixiu Laba is absent-minded about building temples. Is he not devout to Buddha? Certainly not, he kowtows to Yala Shambo sacred mountain every day, telling others: "Buddha is on the mountain, it gives us forests and snow water, and gives us Give us the sun and the changes of the four seasons, give us crops and rich days, and the Buddha is on the mountain.” Bixiu Raba has brought nature and gods and Buddhas together, worshiping the Buddha when worshiping the mountain, naturally there is no need to build temples and set up another mountain gone." "Bixiu Raba's family is very prosperous. There are seven daughters and four sons, and they are all born to one wife, which shows that Bixiu Raba's wife is a person with strong fertility. There are few legends about this woman. , we only know that Bixiu Raba died for her. She lived a long life and died behind Bixiu Raba. At that time, Bixiu Raba was already 64 years old, and the 64-year-old old man still insisted on going to the hospital for his wife. The habit of picking flowers in the mountains. In the past, he went there three times a year in summer, but this year he went four times. The fourth time he shouldn’t go, and if he went there, something would happen. There is a kind of rhododendronaceae that blooms on the cliffs of the snow line. It is very beautiful. It can only be picked after it blooms, and it can be picked for a month without defeat. Bixiu Raba is going for it. It bloomed very charmingly and rare that year. Bixiu Laba managed to find one. Excited, he climbed up. The cliff pushed him away with loose rocks, and he fell down, falling to his death in a ravine more than 100 meters deep. The image of a great man and a great husband ended up dying in picking flowers, and a bullying ice flower seduced his life with its shyness and charm." Prince Chambord felt that the other party had been silent for a long time, and asked, "Are you listening?" Poentso said after a while, "I'm listening." Prince Chambord asked: "Moved?" Poentso's sobs came from his ears. Prince Chambord breathed a sigh of relief: "You said that if the last story in the world touched you, you wouldn't dance. Don't you dance now?" "But I also said that if you can't move me, I will jump immediately. I give my life to you." "Yeah yeah, I didn't disappoint you, you cried, you were moved." "No, I'm not touched at all. I cried because when I gave my life to you, you couldn't save me at all. I was about to jump off the top floor of a thirty-six-story building, but you made up a story for me. The story of useless Bixiu Laba, you make me more desperate, this is the last and deepest despair." Prince Chambord stomped his feet anxiously: "Maybe the story won't move you, but it is by no means a fabrication, it is the real story of Bixiu Raba. Bixiu Raba died picking flowers for his lover at the age of sixty-four, which is like I, I, too, would die picking flowers for you." silence.Poencuo in the distance is silent, and Mesa next to him is also silent.But he knew that behind the silence was the sound of huge waves. With a bang, the Lhasa River soared into the sky. After a while, Poentso said, "So, it's love that is speaking to me?" Prince Chambord said: "Yes, I love you so much, do you still want to die? Tell me, why don't you speak, do you still want to die?" The voice is still as thin as a gossamer: "I don't want to." "real?" "I'll wait here until you live to be sixty-four years old, and then pick flowers for me." Poencuo said, crying out in pain.It was as if the oppression and depression had suddenly found an outlet, and with a bang, the flood was released and the angry waves were gone.Then came peace, a clean, beautiful peace. Joy is huge and warm, the mobile phone is so good, the radio waves are so good, after conveying misfortune, it conveys immortality.Po Encuo was saved, although Po Encuo turned off the phone at this time.But Prince Chambord knows that she needs to be quiet now, and after a quiet time, he will definitely call again: I have come down from the top of the building, and I am home, good news. "Mesa, Pern is overwhelmed." Prince Chambord laughed, forgetting all the unhappiness in an instant. Mesa stared at him as if staring at a stranger: "Are you really going to die picking flowers for her?" Prince Chambord's expression was sad and peaceful: "Really, there will be no falsehood." "You are good at speaking, you can sing and talk." "Whether you believe it or not, I will die picking flowers for you." Mesa sneered and said: "Stop talking about these useless words, come back and face our disaster, where is the 'Light Transmitting Text'?" Prince Chambord trembled in his heart. Seeing the haze above his head, extreme sorrow and frustration struck again, paralyzing his body and soul.He suddenly drooped his head and became depressed.