Chapter 2 Chapter Two

The vast sky is like a huge picture stretched out, the blue is dazzling, and the sun sprinkles the five-color brilliance to the earth.If the light blue peaks around are like a passionate girl in Tibet, quietly bathing in the sun, then the blue and black Wuzi Mountain is like a strong Kham man, straightening his stalwart waist and facing the sky.That thick and colorful black is so proud, tough, and also such a pious black, which is solemnly and dazzlingly painted under the blue sky and white clouds. Among the majestic mountains, an extremely magnificent temple was built beside the mountain. Drepung Monastery.The sacred Drepung Monastery.

The largest monastery in Tibet is surrounded by Mount Wuzi on three sides. The monastery rises step by step along the mountain. When the dharma trumpets sounded, the sound of thousands of monks chanting scriptures pierced through the sky, the clouds were silent, the blue sky was silent, the snowfields, grasslands, lake waves, crowds, and even the slightest breeze that passed by was also a blessing for the sacred Buddha. Yu Fan's voice was awe-inspiring, and they echoed the most piously together. A series of off-white diamond steps meanders down along the black mountain rocks, like khatas hanging from the heavens, which remain unchanged for thousands of years, forever communicating the division between man and god.

Under the sun, the gray-white stone steps were a little hot from the sun. With a soft pop, a pool of blood splashed on the stone steps. The sacred tranquility was instantly shattered! A pair of bloody hands climbed up, leaving ten extremely thick bloodstains on the white steps, followed by a bloodless face, he looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, or younger, wearing a lama His red robe also seemed too loose.He is climbing the stone steps with difficulty, step by step towards Drepung Monastery. The little lama's entire face was stained with blood, and his big eyes were dimmed, showing the color of dying.His internal organs seemed to have been severely injured, almost every time he moved, blood would vomit from his mouth, and the blood trailed behind him like a long streamer.

The Dharma bell rang, and the door of Drepung Monastery was opened. Several monks rushed to him and helped him up. The little lama lay in the arms of the monks of Drepung Monastery, but his pale face showed no trace of joy after being rescued. He just opened his chapped lips and murmured: "Elun Monastery has been slaughtered...seek to see the Living Buddha of Drepung Monastery. " The Cuoqin Hall of Drepung Monastery is splendid with sutras and fragrant sandalwood. One hundred and ninety huge pillars propped up the majestic Dharma hall, which was full of seats. Sonam Gyatso, the Living Buddha of Drepung Monastery, was leading thousands of monks to recite Buddhist scriptures in unison.The living Buddha Master Baimo of Ganden Monastery also happened to be teaching here. Today is the annual Dharma meeting of the two monasteries.

However, at this moment, the sound of chanting has been silent. All the monks were silent, looking at the two masters, the atmosphere filled with fear and anxiety. Sonam Gyatso frowned, and put the little lama of Erlun Temple who came to report the news in front of him, and made a mudra with one hand, and gently stroked his forehead.The little lama was already in a coma, but at this time it seemed that he had received an invisible force, and barely opened his eyes.He struggled to sit up slightly, then stretched out his blood-stained hand, and plucked at his chest. He didn't even bow to Sonamka, not because he didn't respect the most popular Living Buddha in Tibet, but because he knew that his time was running out.

The nails of his ten fingers were almost peeled off, blood scabs and dust stained his knuckles, making his fingers almost impossible to bend.However, when a monk next to him wanted to help him take out the things hidden in his chest, he shook his head and refused. The little lama lowered his head, and with his broken fingers and chapped lips, he "held up" a piece of blood-stained rag, and placed it respectfully in front of Sonam Gya.Maybe he was on the verge of death, his dark pupils dilated extremely, like two dusty gems, quietly facing Sonamka, as if he wanted to say something, but his lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

Sonamka nodded by mistake, took the rag with one hand, and gently hung it over his head with the other.He had blessed countless dying people, wishing their souls to go to bliss, but he knew that the young martyr in front of him looked full of anticipation in his dying eyes, but what he wanted was not his blessing. Sonamka hesitated for a long time, but only said three words: "Don't worry." There was a final smile in the eyes of the little lama, and then it completely dimmed. Only he knows how many responsibilities and responsibilities are contained in these three simplest and most simple words, which are even too simple to match the status of the Living Buddha of Drepung Monastery.

Sonamka sighed wrongly and put down the little lama's body.This body seemed to have died long ago, it was stiff, cold, and corrupt in an instant. The stench instantly filled the entire Dharma hall, but no one reached out to cover his breath. Master Baimo at the side said: "How?" Sonamka shook his head wrongly: "The muscles and bones are broken, the heart veins are broken, maybe he has already died. Only his sincerity touched the Buddha, so that he can support him here." He gently opened the rag, and this The cloth, as if torn from the body of another monk, has a statue of a goddess outlined in blood.

"This is what he wants to bring us." Sonamka looked at the lines of blood on the back of the statue by mistake, and there was a lot of respect in his voice: "The whole temple of Erlun Temple was slaughtered, only he escaped." After a catastrophe, he used blood to trace the statue of Pavanti Goddess he saw, and then struggled all the way to this place." Master Baimo sighed: "I didn't expect that the Mandala Sect, which had been silent for many years, would reappear in Tibet, let alone that they would do such a murderous thing for a statue of a god." Sonamka stared at the image in his hand by mistake, and slowly shook his head: "This is not an ordinary statue..." He suddenly looked up at the statue of Sakyamuni in the temple, and sighed: "Goddess Pavanti is the wife of Shiva. Legend has it that in a heavenly battle, the power of the demon king was so powerful that even the omnipotent Shiva fell into a bitter battle. In the end, the goddess Pavanti turned into a near-distressed mother and saved the entire heaven. Since then, Shiva made a vow, No matter how many times he has reincarnated, each of his awakenings must be approved by Goddess Pavanti. Therefore, if the incarnation of Shiva in the world wants to fully awaken the power of destroying God, he must find the reincarnation of Goddess Pavanti.”

Master Baimo was silent for a moment, and seemed to think of something: "The Mandala Sect is so eager to find the whereabouts of the goddess. Could it be that Shiva and Goddess Parvanti have both reincarnated and come to the world?" Sonamja's expression became more serious: "That's right. Just three days ago, I got news that the new leader of the Mandala Sect, Tiga, claimed to be the reincarnation of Shiva, but he found the arrow of Shiva from nowhere and used the supreme The evil method has opened the millennium seal of the Le Shenglun Palace. The Le Shenglun Palace is the place where Shiva and Pavanti once lived, and there are countless magical weapons that are powerful enough to change the world, and hundreds of secret methods for cultivating sorcery. I wanted to take advantage of today's Dharma meeting to discuss a solution with the master, but I didn't expect it to be a step too late! If the situation that day is really what the little lama of Erlun Temple said..." Sonamka sighed deeply: "I'm afraid the emperor Ka has completed other practices and possesses infinite power, as long as he breaks through the final pass of Goddess Parvanti, he will be able to fully awaken as the God of Destroyer, Shiva!"

Master Baimo's expression froze, his voice trembling: "If Shiva is finally born..." Sonamka clasped his hands together before his chest, and sighed, "It is recorded in the secret scriptures of this temple that the day Shiva was born is the time when the Three Realms will be destroyed. When the time comes, the world will change, all living beings will be displaced, and all rivers and rivers will be turned into red..." Master Bai Mo was silent for a moment, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Even if the luck is bad, but the Buddha's teachings are boundless, and all evils are warded off. As disciples of Buddhism, how can we stand by and wait for death..." Sonamka nodded wrongly and said: "What the master said is very true. It is said that the Buddha expected such a catastrophe in the Three Realms. Before his extinction, he left two magic weapons to restrain Shiva. One is the Shangpa Kagyu sect. The Ganges Mahamudra that has been passed down from generation to generation." Master Baimo frowned and said, "Ganges Mahamudra? It is said that it has been lost for many years!" Sonamka said wrongly: "That's right. The Mandala Sect also seems to know this legend. When it first entered Tibet, it has been lurking next to the Shangpa Gejupai Sangding Monastery until the last Living Buddha Dorje Pam passed away The Living Buddha used his half-dead body to forcibly deal with the demon heads. Although he defeated all the demon heads, his physical body was also restrained by sorcery and could not be reincarnated. The Ganges Mahamudra has since been lost..." He shook his head, Sigh, so only the second one. " Master Baimo raised his spirits and asked, "What's the second thing?" Sonamka said wrongly: "Mandala Formation." Master Baimo was startled: "Mandala array?" Sonamka said wrongly: "The mandala array is a secret magic array from ancient times. It has the supreme power to change the world, life and death, but few people know that the mandala array is actually divided into two types--Vajra Mandala. Rao formation and Taizang mandala formation. Outside the Vajra Mandala formation, the main power is incomparably magnificent. Mountains, rivers and forests are all included in the battle formation. The formation master will gain power that rivals the gods, but will eventually assimilate with this formation , will never be freed; the womb mandala array masters, the master of reincarnation, but a square inch of mustard seed, but throughout the ages, the reincarnation of several generations will be contained in it. Enlightened to the Buddha state, however, the formation master will also fall into the illusion of reincarnation at the same time, and if he is not careful, he will go mad and lose his body..." He sighed heavily, as if he hesitated to speak. Master Baimo waited for a while, and couldn't help but said: "Master, what worries do you have? If you can really restrain Shiva, what's the point of waiting for me to die?" Sonamka shook his head wrongly and said: "It's not because I'm afraid of the counterattack force of the mandala formation, but..." His brows were deeply frowned: "The mandala formation needs eight predestined people. The artifacts are scattered in all directions. Six of these eight artifacts are hidden in six monasteries in the Qinghai-Tibet area. The most difficult thing is that the remaining two pieces have been hidden in the camp of the king of the grassland, An Dahan." Master Baimo frowned: "Since the only way to restrain Shiva is the Mandala Formation, no matter how far or how difficult the journey is, you must borrow the magic weapon. Give it a try. How long does it take to travel from Tibet to Mongolia?" Sonamka said wrongly: "Fasten the horse and whip the whip, as long as one month, as little as 20 days." "Okay!" Master Baimo suddenly got up: "In this case, please leave immediately for the living Buddha to go to Mongolia and borrow two pieces of magic tools from my Dahan. "He glanced at the picture: "Copy multiple copies of this picture as soon as possible, and distribute it to the great monasteries in Qinghai and Tibet. Whoever encounters the reincarnation of Pavanti here..." He hesitated for a moment, and finally said : "It has to be shot and killed, and there will never be future troubles." Sonamka also stood up by mistake. He stared at the man in the picture for a long time and sighed, "Although this reincarnated girl is innocent, she has no choice but to do so for the fate of the world." Master Baimo stretched out his palm to Sonam Gya: "One month later, it happens to be the day when the legendary Le Shenglun Palace appears in the world. At that time, the Tibetan eminent monks gathered at the side of the holy lake, waiting for the good news of the Living Buddha!" Sonamka said sternly: "After one month, see you soon." With a "snap", the two hands symbolizing the fate of the world finally hit together.The frowns of the two living Buddhas seemed to relax a little. Although the journey is full of disasters, as long as there is an unyielding belief in the heart, there will be hope for the world. Thousands of monks in the hall knelt down and chanted scriptures. The sound of Sanskrit chanting went straight to the sky. The whole Drepung Monastery seemed to tremble slightly, and the surrounding lonely peaks and white clouds were also heard in the sound of chanting. Fresh and bright again, as if I saw the hope of rebirth in the light palm of the two Living Buddhas.