Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

Lamaism is a branch of Buddhism, which originated in Tianzhu and spread to Tibet and Mongolia. The residents there call the monks of Lamaism Lamas. Lhasa is the residence of the Dalai Lama, one of the religious and political leaders. Therefore, there are many tall temples in the city, the economy is prosperous, and there are endless pedestrians on the road. Ruan Wei thought to himself, since the deaf-mute tiger monk is a monk from India, he must stay in the lama temple when he came to Tibet. The four-year agreement has expired, and he must return, so he found a large temple and wanted to go in and ask.

This temple is not small in Lhasa, Ruan Wei thought it would be easy to inquire inside the big temple, but after entering the temple with Wen Yi, he asked several monks who were pure Tibetan monks and could not speak a word of Chinese. Ruan Wei and Wen Yi didn't know Tibetan either, so they both pointed fingers and babbled for a long time, but couldn't speak clearly. There are not many Han people in Tibet, and they couldn't find an interpreter for a while. An old monk saw that they did not burn incense and worship Buddha. 'Although the words were in Chinese, the pronunciation was not very accurate. It took Ruan Wei a long time to understand.

Ruan Wei nodded quickly and said: "Yes? Yes! We are looking for a Han Chinese." He thought that there were Han Chinese in the temple, so he called out, may I ask, isn't everything settled? The old monk said in a strange voice, "Wait a minute!" The old monk walked to the back of the temple, and after a cup of tea, he led a middle-aged monk and came from afar. Ruan Wei sighed secretly: "Why is it a lama again? It still doesn't make sense!" He saw that the monks were all Tibetans, so he thought that the lamas were all Tibetans, but he didn't expect that there were also Han Chinese lamas.

After the middle-aged monk arrived, Ruan Wei said with difficulty: "Do you understand Chinese?" He said each word slowly, for fear that the middle-aged monk would not understand. The middle-aged monk said clearly: "The poor monk is originally a Han Chinese, so of course he can speak Chinese." The tone was actually the standard Jinling official dialect. Ruan Wei felt that the voice was so familiar, so he couldn't help but carefully looked at the middle-aged monk for a while. This scrutiny didn't matter, and he was startled and shouted: "Uncle Zhong is you! You...you...how did you become a monk?"

It turned out that this middle-aged monk rescued the seriously injured Mr. Jian on the top of Jiuhua Mountain, and went to Zhong Jing who was invisible. Ruan Wei never imagined that Zhong Jing, who abandoned his wife in Jinling and hadn't seen him for four years, would become a monk. If he hadn't heard the voice, Ruan Wei would never have noticed that the bald monk in front of him would be Zhong Jing. His loud exclamation attracted the attention of all four lamas. Zhong Jing has been a monk for more than three years, and has forgotten everything in the world of mortals. Ruan Wei has grown up long ago, and at first he didn't realize that the tall young man in front of him was actually Ruan Wei. It was inconvenient to talk, so he said softly, "Follow me!"

Behind the temple, the place is spacious, and the houses are lined up one by one. There may be hundreds of them. Presumably they are all monks' houses. Zhong Jing took Ruan Wei and Wen Yi into her room, turned around and joined hands and said, "The monk forgets the dust, benefactor, please sit down!" Yan Sheng was surprisingly calm, as if he didn't recognize Ruan Wei. Ruan Wei said loudly: "I am Ruan Wei! Doesn't Uncle Zhong know my nephew?" Wangchen sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, glanced at Ruan Wei, saw his emotional state, shook his head, as if he didn't want to see him, and slowly closed his eyes.

Ruan Wei said sadly: "Uncle doesn't know my nephew, it doesn't matter, can you forget your wife who was waiting for you in Jinling?" Come to impress him, to make him remember the past! Wangchen sat upright, unmoved at all, as if in this world, there was no one who cared about him. Ruan Wei said in a low voice: "Do you know that your daughter is calling for you to go back every day, can you bear the heart to let a girl be fatherless?" Wang Chen frowned a little, obviously feeling something in his heart. Ruan Wei continued: "Do you know that your mother-in-law cares about your life and death every day, she sheds tears every day, don't you have the heart to let an old man feel sad for you?"

You must know that when Zhong Jing was disabled, his arm was cut off by Xiao Wu, the leader of Tianzheng. Sun Min did not dislike him, healed his wound, and promised to marry his only daughter Ling Lin to him. He is not good, and teases him in every possible way, but every time Sun Min stops Ling Lin's nonsense, comforts him, and treats him as lovingly as his own. Zhong Jing heard that her mother-in-law was crying because her life and death were unknown, and she couldn't help opening her eyes and said, "Have you seen Mrs. Sun?" Seeing him talking, Ruan Wei obviously hadn't forgotten the world of mortals, and said happily, "I've seen it! I've seen it!"

Zhong Jing said, "Is she in good health?" Ruan Wei said: "Senior Sun is in good health..." When Zhong Jing heard that her mother-in-law was safe, she closed her eyes again. Ruan Wei rushed forward, put a hand on Zhong Jing's shoulder, and shook, "Uncle! Uncle! Don't close your eyes, you have to go back! You can't let Senior Sun Worrying about you every day!" Zhong Jing sighed: "The monks forget the dust, why do you always bring up the worldly affairs of the monks, what is the reason!" Standing aside, Wen Yi suddenly laughed and said: "The heart of a monk is clean, since he forgets the dust, there are always things to forget in his heart. Instead of suppressing the forgetting every day and suffering from troubles, why not express it quickly?"

Zhong Jing was moved by Wen Yi's words, opened her eyes and said, "Wuchen! Wuchen! A monk should be Wuzhen, why should I be called Wangchen?" Wen Yi said with a smile: "It can be seen that uncle, there are things that cannot be forgotten in the world, so he named it Wangyu, and wanted to forget it. A hundred years of life is so short. Why does uncle have to become a monk and forget the things in the world?" Ruan Wei echoed: "Yes! Yes! After a hundred years, when everything is gone, what are you going to do as a monk? Uncle has a family and a wife, so he should return to vulgarity!"

Zhong Jing sighed: "That home is not my home either, what's the use of returning to vulgarity!" Ruan Wei asked anxiously: "Why isn't it uncle's house? Isn't Aunt Ling Lin his wife?..." Zhong Jing said angrily: "No! No! She is not my wife at all..." Ruan Wei was taken aback, and thought to himself, "Why isn't she your wife!" Zhong Jing sadly continued: "She is my wife! If it were my wife, how could she never love me..." Before Ling Lin married Zhong Jing, she had already fallen in love with Lu Nanren. Later, she thought that Lu Nanren died in a deep valley, but she didn't quite believe it. Under the auspices of her mother, she married Zhong Jing, but she didn't love him at all. A native of Lv Nan, she vents her anger on Zhong Jing, but Zhong Jing loves her very much and swallows her anger all day long. Zhong Jing sighed dejectedly, and said eloquently: "Leaving Jiuhua Mountain that day, I hurried home after Uncle Jian recovered and left home for several months. I have loved her, but I miss her very much in my heart. She has raised a child for me for more than ten years. I always feel that she is mine. How can I love her? I feel very happy and satisfied!" When I got home, I wanted to go in quietly to surprise them, but in the garden, I saw her chatting and laughing with a man with a happy face. After all these years of marriage, she had never smiled like this I’ve never been so happy before.” Suddenly, I suddenly realized, no wonder she tortured me in every possible way after marriage, no wonder she didn’t love me, it turned out that she had already belonged to her! It’s not like I’m a crippled person, and I’ve known Ling Lin for a long time. Since Ling Lin can be happy with him, why should I bother them? Why should I be a husband who suffers? The world is very empty, so I tried my best to leave everything in this world.''So I wandered to the most remote place, wandered to the Kangzang area for several months, and rescued an old lama from the robbers. When I arrived in Lhasa, I followed him to become a monk in this temple!'' For more than three years, sometimes I dreamed back at midnight, thinking of everything in the world, always giving up, thinking that my heart is not enough, but I don't know that there is no such thing as Buddhism. I, an ordinary person, want to become a Buddha, but I can't do it!" Wen Yi said in a low voice, "Everyone can become a Buddha, but uncle still loves aunt in his heart, so he never forgets..." When she was a girl, she couldn't help drooping her pink neck when she said the word "love". Zhong Jing violently shook her head with her hands, complaining and complaining: "I want to forget her! I want to forget her..." He yelled more than ten times, and at the end, he was so hoarse that he couldn't breathe out a sound. Ruan Wei said unfairly: "Who is that man, he shouldn't be like this!" Zhong Jing hoarsely said, "Why shouldn't it be?" Ruan Wei said loudly: "Since Aunt Ling is married to Uncle, no matter what, that man shouldn't take advantage of Uncle's absence to seduce Auntie. When Ruan Wei sees this man, he must teach him a lesson!" Zhong Jing asked strangely, "What if that person is your relative?" Ruan Wei said angrily: "Then I will find him to make a theory. If he really has bad intentions, Ruan Wei will not recognize him as a relative!" Zhong Jing hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "That man is Lu Nan, the leader of the Justice Gang!" Ruan Wei let out a cry, he never imagined that the man who seduced Aunt Ling would be the leader who leads tens of thousands of righteous men. Zhong Jing sighed: "The hero of the Justice Gang is famous all over the world, how can I, Zhong Jing's Yinghuoguang, compare with him!" Ruan Wei persuaded: "Uncle should always go back, so that Senior Sun won't feel at ease, and besides, Uncle shouldn't ignore that family." Wen Yi also said: "Instead of thinking about the pain here, it's better to go back and have a look, maybe it's a misunderstanding..." Zhong Jing hurried back home, saw his wife talking with her former lover, thought she was unfaithful, and became a monk in anger. After several years of hard thinking, she also felt that she should ask clearly, and immediately said: "Stop talking, In the next few days, I will go back and have a look..." Ruan Wei was overjoyed when he heard that, Wen Yi said with a smile: "Uncle, when you go back, you have to get off the hook, otherwise Auntie just wants to reconcile with you, so she won't dare to say anything!" Ruan Weiqi asked, "Why?" Wen Yi said with a smile: "You are dressed like this, how dare she reconcile with you?" Ruan Wei laughed lightly and said, "It's just nonsense!" When Zhong Jing was mentioned by the two of them, she put aside her sorrow for a while and asked, "What are you doing here?" Ruan Wei told the whole story of what happened when he stayed on the mountain after Zhong Jing carried Mr. Jian on the top of Jiuhua Mountain. Zhong Jing praised: "You are loyal and honest, and you will get the romance. The thirteen swords of Tianlong are the best swords in the world. The future of my nephew must be limitless." Zhong Jing thought for a while, and then said: "Tibetan legend says that in the Kunlun Mountains, there is Kukushili Mountain, which is more than nine thousand feet high, and there is a temple on the mountain. It is said that the temple was a famous holy temple in ancient times. From Buddha statues to house pillars, all are made of gold. The legend is very realistic, but no one has ever gone up, and no one dared to go up, because the mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and it is a terrible ice desert area in Tibet. They often get stuck in the snow and are buried alive.” A few years ago, two Indian monks came to Tibet and claimed to find the holy temple. Probably one of them was the deaf-mute tiger monk. He asked you to meet in four years. I don't know if there is an appointment to meet you there?" Ruan Wei shook his head and said: "There is no appointment, I think the old man is waiting for me at Kukushili Mountain, my nephew will go there to find out. " Zhong Jing said: "My nephew is very skilled in martial arts, so I will not be afraid of the ice desert and snowdrifts, but here is still thousands of miles away from the Kunlun Mountains, the road is difficult and difficult, and it is not easy to get there." Ruan Wei asked: "I don't know if there is a caravan passing there!" Zhong Jing said: "Yes, there are, but very few caravans go through the Kunlun Mountains in northern Tibet to Xinjiang. They would rather take a detour through Qinghai." Ruan Wei said: "Uncle, my nephew is leaving now." After Ruan Wei and Wen Yi bid farewell to Zhong Luan, it took a few more days to ask a cattle caravan. In order to buy time, he took a risky shortcut and went straight to Xinjiang. They joined the caravan and set off on the second day. The climate along the way is very cold, the temperature varies greatly between day and night, and it is often windy. The scenery along the way is not bad. The residents on the plateau are not like the residents of Lhasa. Because of the lower terrain, Lhasa can engage in farming and live in a fixed place, so they use stone to build buildings. Habitat upstairs. But on the plateau, there are mainly mountain herds, and they move from time to time. Most of them are tents. The tents are not like yurts. , and more use?? Cow dung piled into a low wall to keep out the cold wind. Sometimes you can see many square tents with large herds of sheep and cattle in a day, but sometimes you can't see a single one in a day. After eight days of walking, no one was seen for two consecutive days. The weather was low that day, and everyone felt uncomfortable breathing. A few cattle traders who have always been in this way looked very panicked, as if some disaster was about to happen. The old businessman who led the team only asked everyone to take care of the animals, and did not say the reason. Ruan Wei and Wen Yiyi were bold, they didn't see anything unusual, and they didn't take it to heart. In the afternoon, suddenly there was a bang in the sky, and thunder and lightning flashed. Ruan Wei thought that there would be heavy snow, and then there would be thunder and lightning. Unexpectedly, there was thunder for a long time, but it didn't fall at all. The old businessman who led the team ordered everyone to hide quickly. Suddenly the caravans became chaotic 1 Ruan Wei was about to inquire about the reason, and the west side went 'huh! ! ' There was a loud noise, and suddenly snowflakes flew all over the sky, and I couldn't distinguish between my five fingers. The snowflakes did not fall from the sky, but the snow on a high place, which was blown into flakes by the strong wind and flew up. Ruan Wei felt that he couldn't stand his legs. The wind was terrifyingly strong and the noise was deafening. He couldn't see what was ahead, so he could only shout loudly: "Yi brother! Yi brother! Where are you? Where are you?" Although his internal strength is superb, but in this strong wind, his voice was blown away, and there was no echo of Wen Yi for a long time. Ruan Wei was so anxious that he ignored himself, walked up and down in the strong wind, and shouted: "Yi brother...Yi brother...Yi brother..." Huo Ran, a large snowflake covered Ruan Wei, who couldn't stand, was swept away by the snowflake, and lost consciousness for a while...