These two lamas, one old and one young, the old one was over sixty years old, with sad faces, eyebrows hanging down to the corners of the eyes, red and black faces, garlic noses, describing majesty; And the little lama didn't seem to be twenty years old, with beautiful eyebrows, crystal clear eyes, and a face that was not as red as an ordinary Tibetan, but fair and delicate, and his skin was even better than mine—in other words, this young lama was like a girl.

The car stopped at the gate of the courtyard, and Namka Gyatso and Pasang, as well as a few old men from the village, were talking to the two lamas, who suddenly turned his head and stared straight at me.

He seemed to ask to the side, and Namka Gyatso explained to the old lama that he spoke Tibetan.

Through the assault training these days, I can probably hear the words "outside" and "friend". The old lama nodded, moved his body, and walked towards us.

"Young man," he said to me with a strange emphasis, "you have a demon in you! ”

I was shocked, and subconsciously touched the locust wood card on my chest, and then looked at the old lama in front of me. I saw that on his body, there was a faint magnetic field light. Ordinary people can't see it, but I can feel a slight vibration of the Qi field, and it is obvious that he is also a cultivator. But I quickly came back to my senses, smiled at the corner of my mouth, and said, "No, it's not an evil demon, it's an obsession in your heart!" ”

When the little lama heard my words, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he did not speak, but looked at us quietly from the sidelines, with an extraordinary bearing. It seems that Baiju Temple attaches great importance to this incident, and the lamas sent are all very good masters.

Namka Gyatso introduced us to the side, saying Lu Zuo, Xiao Xiao, this is Khenpo Panjue Guru of Baiju Monastery, and our village specially invited him to deal with the matter during the day. I nodded, folded my hands in respect, and the old lama gave me a deep look, and then said gently, "You have to take care of yourself!" ”

After saying that, he turned around, followed the others, and walked towards Basang's house.

I couldn't help but laugh at it, this old trumpet was not a pedantic person, he could see the existence of Duoduo, but he didn't have to get rid of it as soon as some pretentious righteous people did, but just warned me. In this way, he is an extremely interesting person.

As we watched everyone leave, I was deeply impressed by the two lamas, one old and one young.

They are very different from the monks in the interior or along the coast, the so-called famous mountains and ancient temples. Generally speaking, it should be said that the taste of the mortal world is lighter, and with their red lama costumes, there is a sense of religious majesty in people's hearts - of course, the most important thing is that they have pious mana shocks.

In contrast, the monks we usually see, nine and a half out of ten, have no ability, at most they are only academic monks who can recite the Tripitaka Sutra all over again.

We wondered if the two lamas would be able to find out the Tibetan boy who was said to have been devoured by the lake god.

After a while, Namka Gyatso returned home and told us that the two lamas would rest at Pasang's house tonight and then set out early the next morning to look for traces by the Heavenly Lake. At that time, most of the people in the village will follow along.

This is a big scene, I and the miscellaneous Xiaodao looked at each other, and we both decided to kill and not say anything, those fish bones that were found were eaten by us.

Otherwise, even if we don't get killed, we will drown in those spittle stars.

Hearing his father's words, Dorjee, Ram and Tenzin all cheered, saying that they must go and see the excitement tomorrow. Nanka Gyatso stopped these crazy children, saying that they couldn't go, maybe tomorrow would be the situation, if something happened, he would be fine, return to the pure land, three children, they didn't know how to run. After saying this, a cry of grievance suddenly came from the side.

Miscellaneous Trail and I ignored it and went back to our rooms to rest. When it was time to arrive, the tiger cat came back with a cold dew, saying that he had gone around for a hundred miles, and he didn't see anyone, so he either died or hid somewhere.

The second son of the Basang family is a sixteen-year-old half-grown son, and it is the rebellious period when the heavens and the earth are not afraid, and he can't really do such a thing. I didn't find it, and I don't care about anything anymore. There are too many unsatisfactory sad things in this world, just do your best, and rashly take care of other people's territory, maybe it will be annoying. Let's wait for those two lamas, what can we do?

The next morning, I got up early, practiced a set of boxing, then collected my boxing, drank some butter tea and tsamba with Zamao Xiaodao and Nanka Gyatso, and then went to the village to meet.

In addition to the two lamas and the Basang family, there were almost 30 Tibetans, all from the same village.

Some people also carry butter tea, tsampa and fried fruit as offerings.

Twenty miles, it is not far away, and it is not close to nature, we used to go back and forth briskly, but at the moment we are slowly rubbing in the back.

There is no way into the mountain, only to walk, the two lamas in red robes lead the way in the front, the footsteps are steady, both of them have a simple and luxurious dark gold wood handle prayer wheel, keep turning. Also known as the "Mani Liberation Wheel", this thing contains scriptures or mantras, which are rotated to the right, which is equivalent to chanting, and has the effect of eliminating karma.

The Tibetans in front of us, almost everyone has a copy, a long dragon walking, all silently reciting the scriptures, exuding a faint mental power around their bodies, although there are not many, but they are all concentrating on the two lamas in front.

Seeing this scene, I finally understood why Senior Brother arranged for us to go to Tibet.

The Dharma of this world, tracing back to its origins, is nothing more than the condensation of mental power, which is the gathering of thoughts and ideas. It's ethereal, yet it's omnipresent. These gods and Buddhas, no one can see them, they may or may not be, but if you believe in them, they are there, and if you don't believe them, they are not there. This is the principle that one person is short and many people are long. How many talented people are there in ancient and modern times, but most of the people who can be remembered are those who founded sects.

Why? This is the only way to gather the believers in the world and absorb the power of the people, and the more believers, the more the strength will be.

Nowadays, several economic waves have impacted the minds of the Chinese people beyond recognition, and they are mercenary, without spiritual beliefs; And in Tibet, in such an ordinary village, there are countless believers, turning prayer wheels, and their hearts are pious.

Teaching is strong, and throwing it to factors such as ignorance and profit, the reason why these lamas are so powerful is probably the same reason.

The group solemnly and solemnly marched towards Tianhu, and there was only a silent prayer turning sound along the way.

Although we walked behind the crowd, I could always feel that the old lama who was in front of me on the road should have been watching me. He never looked back, yet I could know his attention and never left. I smiled innocently at the miscellaneous hairy trail, except for the fish bones by the lake that had something to do with us, the disappearance of the Tibetan boy really had nothing to do with us.

Dude, this time it's really a lying gun.

In addition to the two golden prayer wheels, I saw two lamas from Baiju Monastery each with a Dharma instrument.

The old lama carried a scoop-shaped cloth bag, and looking at the outline, it was supposed to be a Gabala bowl, which was a ritual vessel made from the skull of a dead monk; And the little lama turns the prayer wheel in his left hand, and above his right hand, he holds a Zen staff of less than one meter, which is made of red copper, with four or five rings on it, jingling bells, crisp, if I guess correctly, this thing should be the Zen Vajra Demon Pestle.

In the end, it is a well-known temple, and the things that are taken out of your hands are all greedy.

After nearly an hour and a half, we crossed the deciduous forests and the meandering streams before finally coming to the shore of the Heavenly Lake.

This small lake, which is several square kilometers wide, does not look very large as a whole, like a pearl embedded in the middle of these mountains. It was rare for the sun to rise on that day, and when you look at it from afar, you can feel the sparkling waves on the surface of the lake, shining like gold, and you can't help but want to admire.

Namka Gyatso told me a legend before, it is said that this lake is the eyeball of the southern sacred mountain Kulazhijie, and it is a transit point to all rivers and lakes in the world. The two dragon veins in China are one of the joints. Once upon a time, there was a princess from the East who said that she was boating on the West Lake, but she woke up in the wind and rain.

When the people in the vicinity heard this, they preached to each other, saying that this lake can lead directly to the world, and it is the lake of heaven. Later, the princess married a local toast, and the name of Tianhu has slowly been passed down until now.

The old man of the village found the place where we had the last barbecue, showed the two lamas the extinguished bonfire and the scattered fish bones, and then loudly denounced the second son of the Basang family for angering the lake god, which not only caused his own life, but also affected everyone in the village. Pasang and his mother-in-law knelt on the ground, kissed the upper of the two lamas' shoes, prayed for forgiveness, and asked them to help him save his poor son.

Seeing this scene, I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.

How to put it, one is the matter of eating fish, which was done by me and Shamao Xiaodao, the second eldest of the Basang family, who was obviously wronged; Secondly, I kind of don't like the attitude of these Tibetans towards lamas, they think they are pious, but in my opinion, there is simply no dignity at all – of course, this is a personal opinion.

The old lama and the little lama were obviously accustomed to such a scene, and were unmoved, and after a while, the little lama persuaded a few words, and then the old lama came out of the crowd and waved his hand behind him, and everyone retreated, while the old lama stood by the lake, and went to the water in front of him, and began to recite the scriptures.

After reading for more than ten minutes, the calm lake suddenly bubbled, and after a while, a sheep corpse appeared.

This sheep corpse is almost only a skeleton.