Chapter 153 end

When Prince Chambord left the Potala Palace, the Seventh World Buddhist Assembly had not yet ended.He thought of his hometown, Yala Chambord Mountain, and his mother who was waiting for her son to come back every day, so he had to leave in a hurry.When he was leaving, he came to the monastery on the west side of the Potala Palace to bid farewell to Guru Qiuze Lama, and unexpectedly saw that the policeman Wang Yan was also here.They are talking. Wang Yan said: "I originally came to solve the case, but when I arrived at the Potala Palace, it became a baptism." Guru Qiu Ze looked at him, with hints of encouragement and appreciation in his deep eyes: "This is an opportunity for the police to step into faith. The difference between law and religion is that law does not accept confession, but religion must. Confession is baptism. premise."

Wang Yan grabbed the other party's hand and said with unprecedented enthusiasm: "You have seen my heart, 'Love of Tara', can you be my guru and give me empowerment?" Lama Guru Chiu Tse smiled in relief, folded his hands together, his eyes shot out two beams of kindness that were as bright as torches, and said slowly: "Yes, to perform the duties of the police and take refuge in the Buddhism of Compassion. This is my expectation. After the empowerment, You are not just a policeman. Your lifelong pursuit is 'consummation' and 'emptiness', 'consummation' is perfection with love, and 'emptiness' is emptiness without hatred."

Witnessed by Prince Chambord, the policeman Wang Yan knelt in front of the Supreme Master Guru Qiu Ze Lama, and received the secret empowerment of the Vajra Vajra of Great Virtue and Fear, which has good intentions and does not harm the enemy. After the empowerment, Lama Guru Chiu Tse sighed, "This is my last empowerment. Starting tomorrow, I will not be a lama anymore." Wang Yan knew why, and advised: "Think about it again, maybe you will regret it." Guru Qiu Ze shook his head: "My biggest wish now is to go back to my hometown to be a township head and fulfill my brother's will. My brother is right. My parents and fellow villagers cannot kowtow, kowtow, kowtow all their lives. Then willingly endure the poverty and backwardness that others cannot bear, this kind of life a thousand years ago should be over." He looked sad and excited, looking at the picture frame on the wall, in which the snow-capped mountains were dazzling white and the green was glowing The grasslands and crystal-clear rivers make my eyes gradually moist.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to his hometown, and a scene that had appeared many times in his visualization appeared before his eyes: At the foot of Bayan Har Mountain, my father was still walking around the mountain and kowtowing.His lips were chapped, his face was purple, and every wrinkle was like a knife mark.His wooden gloves were already very thin, his cowhide apron was also riddled with holes, and his battered forehead was scarred and bleeding.He raised his hands meticulously, patted once in the air, once on his forehead, and again on his chest, then threw himself on the ground, recited the six-character mantra clearly, and said one more sentence: "Son, come back soon, the snow-capped mountains will turn white!" , the grassland turns green." Different from his mother, his act of measuring the land with his body was always accompanied by looking forward to it. He stopped from time to time, stared at the top of the mountain or the field in a daze, and murmured, "Why hasn't my son come back? Why aren’t the snow-capped mountains white? Why aren’t the grasslands green?” Many folks and children kowtowed to the mountains.Feibao grabbed this child for a while, pulled the child up for a while, and shouted: "Go to school, go to school, go to school for me." She is already a teacher in a private primary school, and she is one of the people who often come to Zhuanshan to kowtow Capture the student's teacher.

Guru Qiu Ze fell to his knees with a plop. He kowtowed to the snow-capped mountains, to the grasslands without grass, to his father and fellow villagers, and to Feibao, a teacher in a private primary school. The grand lama of the Potala Palace, a grand lama from the peak of faith, kowtowed to the crowd and cried out: "Father, my son is back. My son wants to make the snow-capped mountains white and the grasslands green." At this moment, the yellow, black, and gray dilapidated scenery of the grassland suddenly disappeared. The black iron-like rocks were covered with ice and snow, and the endless emerald green, deep and rich emerald green, held up a piece of ice. White, dazzling snow-capped mountains lined up and stretched away, just like the earliest grasslands and the oldest snow-capped mountains.A clear and full river flows in the sun.Where the river bed is narrow, the wooden prayer wheel rotates smoothly with the river water.Next to the prayer wheel, there still stands the tall Obo, and the mani stone scripture pile below has been washed clean and bright, and the colorful prayer flags cascade to the four sides, as bright as ever, and hunting like drums.And farther away, there are the factory buildings of the animal product production base and the white walls and red tiles of the herdsmen's settlements, and the running figures of cattle, sheep, horses and dogs.People are still turning around the mountain and kowtow, but that is no longer a prayer in suffering, but a festival ritual.

Guru Qiu Ze was immersed in his own visualization and was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. Wang Yan interrupted his visualization and said: "I will leave tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. When I return to Beijing, I want to do two things. One is to surrender. I am under the wheel, let the law determine my guilt and innocence. The second is to bring Poentso’s dumb sister to take care of me. If possible, I will marry her. I believe that the power of drug rehabilitation will grow from her heart.” Prince Chambord said: "It seems that Tsangyang Gyatso not only hid love in his last words, but also in the hearts of all people. The door of terma is actually the door of human heart. Everyone in the world can It's an excavator."

When they broke up, Prince Chambord shyly borrowed money from Wang Yan: "I don't have any money on me. I need travel expenses, and I also need to buy a catty of fruit candy and a pair of cotton socks for my mother." Wang Yan gave him five. hundred dollars.He said, "Leave me an address, and I'll definitely send it back to you." Wang Yan said: "Your mother is also my mother, let me give her a gift for the old man." Prince Chambord bowed down to express his gratitude, and then he bid farewell to Guru Qiu Ze Lama, and then left quietly. Except Guru Qiu Ze and policeman Wang Yan, no one knew that Prince Chambord was leaving.But almost all eminent monks, senior monks, and living Buddhas and lamas felt that Prince Chambord was about to leave, just like Tsangyang Gyatso silently left the religious world.They walked out of the gate of Phuntsok Dorang and stood on the long stone steps and every place inside the "snow fence".The Potala Palace is getting higher and higher. In order to bid farewell to the Potala Palace, it has raised its head high, and the sky is already touching the clouds.

And Prince Chambord who hastily left is just a back, an ordinary and worldly back, with Tsangyang Gyatso's distant smile and the eternal melodious love song, in people's field of vision, it gradually fades away.At this moment, he only has his hometown and his mother in his heart, and only warm and sincere love songs, as if the songs sung to his mother are also Tsangyang Gyatso’s love songs, and the songs sung to Tibet are all Tsangyang Gyatso’s love songs. When he thinks of his mother, tears come to his eyes, and he smiles. Alas, my good mother, a good mother in her eighties who only gained one year in two or three years, is now about to gain another year.

First draft December 30, 2008 I don't know how many revisions Finalized on February 28, 2010