Chapter 149 Section 4

No one stopped Prince Chambord from digging.Prince Chambord put his hand on the button and said the code silently: "One, one, three, one. Repeat: one, one, three, one." But he didn't press it down. Zhimei urged: "Press it, why don't you press it? You seem to be very scared, your hands are shaking?" Prince Chambord raised his hand and looked in front of his eyes: "Am I shaking? Why am I shaking?" But Zhimei said with a smile: "Don't pretend, I know you have been shaken." Prince Chambord said: "Why should I waver?" Zhimei sneered and said, "Because Bixiu and Mesa suddenly became the descendants of Tsangyang Gyatso, and even Tsangyang Gyatso's descendants firmly believe that his last words are a curse of anger, why do you not doubt yourself?"

Prince Chambord really shook this time.Zhimei is right, Bixiu's shadow is lingering - a descendant of Tsangyang Gyatso will not hesitate to kill him to prevent him from digging, why?If the "Gate of the Seven Tara" is not a door to destroy teachings and a method of betraying oaths, if Tsangyang Gyatso's last words are really a method of consummation and hope to eliminate confusion and save souls, it is really the only way to counter the alliance of new beliefs and Ugyen Lama's weapon, why Bixiu, who is the descendant of Tsangyang Gyatso, should kill him?Does his blocking of the excavation also represent the family inheritance and Tsangyang Gyatso's wishes?Ah, I dare not think...

Zhimei's words became sharper, cutting his heart like a knife: "Especially Mesa, how could it be possible not to inherit the hatred of Maggie Ami?" Prince Chambord avoided Zhimei's gaze and asked Mesa, "You still firmly believe that last words are curses?" Of course, Mesa firmly believed, because it was impossible for her to forget the sufferings of Tsangyang Gyatso and Maggie Ami.Suffering is engraved in her heart, as eternal as Mount Everest on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.However, she couldn't bear to answer, couldn't bear to see Prince Chambord's despair covering his face.She nodded slightly, but the tears couldn't help gushing out.

When Zhimei saw her, her heart ached, and she hugged Mesa in her arms: "You shouldn't be the one who is sad." Mesa smiled sadly at Tomomi and gently pushed him away. Zhimei forced herself to take her mind away from Mesa, and said loudly to Prince Chambord: "Your idea of ​​excavation is based on the "Underground Prophecy". The "Underground Prophecy" says: A thousand rebels are identifying their leader Afterwards, the leader will issue an order to detonate the explosives and blow up the Potala Palace. But now there are only rebels and the leader of the rebels in the Potala Palace, but no explosives, do you know why?"

Prince Chambord said, "You mean there was a mistake in The Underground Prophecy?" Zhimei said: "No, the "Underground Prophecy" is correct. The explosives it predicted have appeared, not only to blow up the Potala Palace, but also to blow up the entire Holy Church. Because it is not ordinary explosives, it is the sixth Dalai Lama. The last words of Lama Tsangyang Gyatso are the most beloved Living Buddha in all of Tibet, and he cursed the holy religion!" Prince Chambord bowed his head and remained silent. According to the logic of Di Zang, Zhimei's deduction was impeccable.

That being the case, how can this button be pressed down?How can I, Prince Chambord, be a sinner in Tibet? Prince Chambord looked around at the densely packed monks, living Buddhas and lamas who were chanting scriptures intently.They are all Buddhist leaders from all over the world. Once Tsangyang Gyatso’s last words are bitter water, a curse and humiliation, the whole world and Buddhism will suffer disaster because of the impulsiveness of Prince Chambord.His heart was beating wildly. Zhimei said: "But now you have no right to give up, you have to dig, otherwise..." Prince Chambord looked up and saw Zhimei took out a gun.It was the gun that the skeleton killer snatched from Bixiu. Mesa once aimed it at Zhimei's back, and then threw it on the golden top. Unexpectedly, it became Zhimei's weapon again.

Zhimei pointed a gun at Prince Chambord and said: "We are members of the New Faith Alliance and under Lama Ugyen. If you stop digging, there is no reason to live anymore. Quickly, open the 'Seven Tara Gate' with your trembling hands." .” With tears in his eyes, Mesa stretched out his hand to block the gun: "Chimei, Prince Chambord has another choice." Then he turned to Prince Chambord, "You can tell Zhimei the password, or he will kill you." Prince Chambord looked at Mesa's tearful eyes and shook his head. Mesa said, "Master Pemba's spiritual knowledge says: 'The heart of Prince Chambord is the heart of terma'. I want you to follow the heart of Prince Chambord."

Prince Chambord said: "I myself don't know what the heart of Prince Chambord is." At this time someone said: "O Buddha, O Buddha, O Shakyamuni Buddha." It was Wu Jian Lingpa, and his voice was very loud so that more people could hear him clearly.He said, "Prince Chambord, there is one thing I should tell you. In the 'home', I asked Aruo Lama, in case the 'Gate of Seven Tara' is the door to destroy religion, Tsangyang Gyatso's last words are accusations and curses , Does he still dig Tibetans? Aruo Lama said: "The terma has the responsibility of the terma, and the digger has the mission of digging. The content and consequences of the terma cannot change the mission of the terma." Aruo Lama When I fell off the cliff and passed away, I left a few words and asked me to tell you: "Everyone who should come will come, and what should be repaid must be repaid. The fruit that everyone reaps is the cause that was planted in the past. As long as you commit sins , we must bear the consequences, whether it is as small as an individual or as big as a religion. Buddhism has broken through the darkness to this day, and it has endured as many hardships as it has assumed responsibilities. No matter what Tsangyang Gyatso’s last words are, we should face it calmly. Yes. Even if the present life of terma will bring the holy religion to face the catastrophe, it is a disaster that the holy religion must bear. If a religion really has the heart of a bodhisattva, it will also have the ability and courage to bear any disaster After the catastrophe, the light will reappear, and no one can stop it."

After finishing speaking, Wu Jian Lingba shouted: "Prince Chambord, dig out the treasure!" Guru Qiu Ze in the group of lamas also shouted: "Prince Chambord, dig out the treasure!" Prince Chambord looked at Wujian Lingpa and nodded slightly, which was his approval of Aruo Lama's belief.He raised his head again and looked for Lama Guru Qiuze ahead. What he saw was a crowd of monks chanting sutras devoutly, peacefully and peacefully.Prince Chambord burst into tears, and said to Mesa and Wujian Lingpa and Zhimei: "I think of my mother, she may also be chanting scriptures at the moment. I believe that the holy religion can withstand all disasters, but I don't know if my mother in her 80s can bear it, and I don't know if she is on the way to the Potala Palace. I don’t know if those people who crawled on the road can bear it, I don’t know if those people who are shaking the prayer wheel and turning the prayer wheel all over the world can bear it, and I don’t know if Tibet, which is full of disasters and love, can bear it .”

Prince Chambord broke down in tears when he said this: "Even if they can bear it, I can't bear to see them suffer in pain. I can't bear it!" The scar on Chimi's cheek jumped a few times, he gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes, focused the light on Prince Chambord's chest, and moved the trigger finger backwards. Mesa shouted: "Prince Chambord, Thozo, let it be for me. I will love you as Maggie Ami loves Tsangyang Gyatso. To me, loving you is loving Tsangyang Gyatso. " Prince Chambord shook his head: "I see, let's go to the next life, and we will continue in the next life."

Mesa said: "You still have your mother, don't you want to see your eighty-year-old mother?" Prince Chambord suddenly felt a sense of determination and sadness, and murmured: "Mom, I'm leaving, I can't see you anymore. I'm leaving, Mom, Mom." The voice fell, and the gunshot rang out. In Zhimei's chest, a sour warm current surged upwards.He knew that the welling up of his eyes was tears.He didn't want to cry, so he closed his eyes.Then, the gun went off.It was his finger that pulled the trigger, but it was not he who gave the order to shoot. It was Razang Khan more than 300 years ago, his ancestor, the one who brought great disasters to Tsangyang Gyatso and Tibet. Tears finally gushed from her closed eyes. He opened his eyes, and saw through his tears that someone had fallen, in the arms of Prince Chambord. It was Mesa. The moment he closed his eyes and shot, Mesa rushed over, hugged Prince Chambord, and blocked the muzzle with his back. As if knowing that this was inevitable, Zhimei didn't exclaim in surprise, didn't cry out in pain, and didn't even care about Mesa's injury.He stepped forward and held Prince Chambord's chin with a gun, forcing Prince Chambord to let go of Mesa in his arms. Wu Jianlingba supported Mesa and asked her to sit down slowly. Mesa's chest was dripping with blood, she called out "Prince Chambord", and then smiled miserably: "Let me tell you a secret, Tsangyang Gyatso's love song is actually not for women." Prince Chambord nodded with difficulty, and said sadly: "I know, he sang for the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the Himalayas and the Yarlung Zangbo River. His lover is all life, all the common people in the world, and the entire Tibet." Mesa nodded and smiled again, very charmingly: "But I still want to hear you sing a song for women." Prince Chambord reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun, pulling the muzzle off his chin.He was about to sing Tsangyang Gyatso's love song for Mesa, and no threat could get in his way.He sang in Tsangyang Gyatso's original ecological tone: Where does the wind come from, Blowing from the corner of my hometown, Companion of my childhood love, May the wind bring her. His voice was distant and desolate, like weeping and complaining. The sadness of wading across the river, The boatman can remove it for me, The sorrow of a lover's death, Can anyone help me resolve this? Accompanied by the love song, he saw Mesa's last tears rolling down with incomparable clarity; he saw her smile on the face where the tears flowed, gratified, serene, and full of love Prince Chambord knew that Mesa entrusted his heart and soul to him at the last moment of his life. He also smiled, returning Mesa's expression of relief and love affectionately with a smile. The tide of sutras chanted in unison turned into a peace prayer.The eminent monks, monks, and local living Buddhas and lamas from all over the world were intoxicated one by one.They were engrossed and detached, the gunshots and blood in the center of the hall were all submerged in the solemn and resonant meridian tide.Is it because the countless dakini protectors above their heads have blocked their eyes, or has the Buddha’s calm and compassionate heart been cultivated through disasters, or they all remembered the sentence in "Underground Prophecy": "Maggie Ami, Vajra, the god of digging treasures in the Potala Palace, is blessed." Prince Chambord withdrew his gaze and faced Zhimei again. Zhimei still pointed the gun at him, with tears in her eyes, and shouted: "Hurry up, either you dig it quickly, or you tell me the password." Prince Chambord smiled: Zhimei, a student of Teacher Bianba, my fellow apprentice, a talented young scholar, a future master of divination, a lamb led astray by the new belief alliance, a soul crushed by the fate of the family, you will also shed tears ? Zhimei said sharply: "I have already killed Mesa, and I don't care if I kill you." Prince Chambord was silent.His eyes have passed through Zhimei's tearful eyes, traveled through more than three hundred years, and returned to the era of Tsangyang Gyatso.He saw Lazang Khan, the horseman who was attracted by the magnificence of Tibet and tempted by the power of the Potala Palace. He saw him struggling desperately under the great shadow of Tsangyang Gyatso, and saw him being driven by conspiracy and desire. Overwhelmed with madness and grief... "I'll count to three, and if you don't say anything, I'll shoot." Still silence, as if peace and silence were everything.Zhimei knows better than anyone else that Prince Chambord cannot drown himself in the emotions of cursing and crying. There is always a kind of compassion in his eyes that no one else has. It is melancholy and sad compassion, wise and keen The nature reveals that even facing the gunpoint now, the assailant can feel how the distant and transcendent compassion pricks himself——Chimei feels that she is small and ashamed of herself. Ever since she met the compassion of Prince Chambord, He lost it involuntarily, and lost all his confidence, tolerance, conscience and love.All that was left was the humble anger and the embarrassment of loss, just like now, he could only sadly push himself to the extreme, and then let himself be comforted at the cost of his life and blood.Everything was forced out by Prince Chambord who put his life on the line. "Then I'll count." silence. Zhimei counted: "One, two..." silence. Zhimei yelled out the last number heartbreakingly: "Three..." The gun went off.The sound of weapons reappeared in the extremely sacred Sixi Pingcuo Hall, the occasion for the seventh assembly of world Buddhists. Another person fell.