Chapter 152 Section 7

Lama Guru Chiutse appeared next to Prince Chambord.He asked several lamas to invite a statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva who is in charge of all scriptures and terma teachings from the West Sunlight Hall, and placed a statue of Vajra Haimu, the great god of secret scriptures, in the center of the Sixi Pingcuo Hall.Prince Chambord watched reverently.Vajra Haimu is a goddess he has yearned for for a long time: empty wisdom is bright, great wisdom is not fading, as long as she laughs, all evils are unbearable.But what Prince Chambord felt was the kindness, kindness, gentleness and loveliness of women. Looking at her, he was also looking at the souls of Maggie Ami and Mesa, looking at their most beautiful, brightest and most fragrant side.

After placing the statue properly, Lama Guru Qiuze came to Prince Chambord and put a big yellow cloak called "Dakam" on him, and a yellow cloak called "Drozima". A cockscomb hat with vertical tassels was put on his head. Prince Chambord knew that the high crown and cloak were glory and a symbol of the victory of faith, so he said anxiously: "I got what I didn't deserve." Lama Guru Qiu Ze smiled: "All sentient beings have too high expectations of Buddhism. If there is no 'Gate of the Seven Tara', it cannot be fulfilled. People now and in the future will think that you are the last master of Dizang. Although you are not Monk, you have not received precepts, but you are a great Buddha like a common man, you protect the teachings with an ordinary heart, you have a vast heart of wisdom, and you have immeasurable merit, so you should get more than this."

The towering yellow cockscomb hat made Prince Chambord suddenly taller and brighter.Lama Guru Qiuze admired him, and said in a low voice: "There will be no more interference, let's dig, the last moment has come. Listen, the eminent monks have already recited the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra". Dedicated to your Dharma." Amid the bright and deep chanting, Prince Chambord once again remembered the words in "Underground Prophecy": The result of opening the door of Seven Tara will spread like wildfire. On the day when all living beings fall into confusion, it is the sun-like witness of the perfection of Buddhism.

Prince Chambord paid homage to the monks who were chanting sutras. A mandrill passed through the crowd without making a sound, came to Prince Chambord, grabbed him kindly, and grabbed him again, as if to signal something.Seeing that he didn't understand, it staggered down and lay down in front of his feet - next to the fire door, took a long breath, then suddenly collapsed, and closed its eyes. A gust of breeze blew through the tidal sound of chanting sutras, caressing Prince Chambord, like nostalgia, and like farewell.Prince Chambord looked at the mandrill that suddenly died without a problem, and realized that Teacher Bianba’s spiritual consciousness had gone away and never came back. It had fulfilled its mission of helping him open the “Gate of Seven Tara” to ascend to heaven or Reincarnated as an adult in another place.

Prince Chambord called reluctantly: "Mr. Bimba, Mr. Bimba." It seems that everyone has heard the call of one digger to another, and the voice of chanting suddenly becomes soft, soft, and warm, like countless untouched souls are dancing , just like the flame of the heart is burning quietly, the sun is rising quietly, not from the east, but from all directions, not from behind the mountain, but from inside the Potala Palace.The world is already different when the "Gate of Seven Tara" is about to open, and the sun is rising from everyone's hearts.It symbolizes the belief's description of itself, and the influence of Tsangyang Gyatso's last words on future human beings.Eternal light will start warm from Tibet and go to all cold and dark.The sun of tomorrow is not the same sun as the sun of today.

Prince Chambord burst into tears.He sang while crying, it is still Cangyang Gyatso's love song, it is Cangyang Gyatso's modern endorsement expressing his affectionate expression of Buddha nature and love: That day, I listened to the Buddhist chant all night, Not for comprehension, just to find your breath; In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, Not for extension, just for touching your fingertips; That year, I kowtowed my long head and hugged the dust, Not for pilgrimage to Buddha, just for your warmth; In that life, I climbed over a hundred thousand mountains, Not for the afterlife, just to meet you on the way;

At that moment, I ascended to become a Buddha, Not for longevity, just to bless you happy and safe. Prince Chambord knelt down, without hesitation, stretched his hand to the sparkling firework door, to the raised button in the middle of the blue knot like peacock's tail hair.It was quiet, and there was no sound.The wave of chanting stopped suddenly, everyone held their breath, and all eyes were fixed on him.He silently recited Cangyang Gyatso's birthday, the ordinary and sacred number 1131, and pressed it affectionately: once, once, three times, once...