Chapter 68
Passing by the small lake next to Nietang Giant Buddha, the water surface is like a mirror, and the clouds and sky are reflected, like the Buddha's washbasin. 【Read full text】
The Lhasa River near Nyitang Buddha originates from the southern foot of Nyenchen Tanglha Mountain, flows through Lhasa City, and joins the Brahmaputra River in Qushui County. The river is wide and the water flows rapidly, nourishing more than 30,000 square kilometers of land in the basin including Lhasa, bringing endless green and life to this plateau valley.
Not far from Nietang, we arrived at Qushui County.
Dawa spoke to Xiaoran in Tibetan. Xiaoran smiled softly and turned to Huang Tong and said, "Let's get on the 318 National Highway and go to Gyantse so that you can see the famous Brahmaputra River."
Huang Tong was not interested in enjoying the scenery, he just wanted to reach his destination. But he didn't want to dampen the interest of the two brothers and Xiaoran, so he nodded to express his expectation.
The Brahmaputra River is the highest river in China. The river surface is very wide, the water is fast, very turbid, 100% mud-yellow, not beautiful, but very impressive. "The first two times I passed by here were in April, before the rainy season. The river I saw was not so big, but the water was a lake-blue color, and it was very beautiful when it was set against the blue sky and white clouds." Xiaoran said.
Huang Tong could not help but be amazed when he saw such a vast river for the first time.
After the four of them watched the river, the car wound its way up Gangbala Mountain, getting higher and higher. Through the car window, they could look back at the Yarlung Zangbo River that they had just passed by. The clouds and mist above the river were shrouded in extraordinary momentum. Accompanied by the diffuse clouds and fog all the way, you can see the clouds gathering and dispersing everywhere you look outside the car window. It seems that if you wave your sleeves outside the window, the floating clouds will immediately start to flutter. This may be what it feels like to be riding high in the clouds. My heart was also a little wet from the mist.
Surrounded by aura of auspiciousness from the fairyland, he couldn't help but be stunned when he came out - "What a beautiful lake." Huang Tong said in surprise.
"This is the third time I have seen Yanghu Lake. The first impression she gave me is the same as yours. The color is so beautiful." Yanghu Lake is blue and green when it is sunny and green when it is shaded. Standing at Gangbala Pass and overlooking the past, Yanghu Lake is like an emerald gem embedded in the valley. The water surface is as smooth as a mirror, and white clouds and snow peaks are reflected in it.
The two brothers hummed a Tibetan ditty, and Huang Tong's nervous body and mind were washed away by the magical power of nature, becoming soft and comfortable. He smiled expectantly and said, "There are more beautiful scenery ahead."
Gradually, the greenery on both sides of the road receded and was replaced by cliff glaciers. It is located at the junction of Langkazi County and Gyantse County. The front edge of the ice tongue is 5560 meters above sea level. It stretches from the top of Ningjingang Sangxue Peak to only a few hundred meters away from the road. roadside. This is a glacier that can be seen by looking up from the road.
At the end of the ice tongue hanging high above your head, you can see that some of the ice layers are light blue. It is said that the bluer the color, the older the glacier is. The higher you go, the more blue you see, and you end up walking through blue ice. This feeling is indescribable, ** is indeed a magical and mysterious place!
On the way, Huang Tong saw many Tibetans prostrate on the ground, performing pious rituals toward the snow-capped mountains and ice peaks. Xiaoran explained that worshiping snow-capped mountains is a belief of the Tibetan people. They believe that snow-capped mountains are closest to the gods and are the manifestation of the gods. Worshiping the snow-capped mountains means worshiping the gods.
At almost noon, the car arrived at Gyantse County.
The four of them had a meal in the restaurant, and Xiaoran suggested going to Baiju Temple: "When you come to Gyantse, you must go to Baiju Temple."
Huang Tong shook his head, "After visiting Baiju Temple, we won't be able to reach Sakya today."
Xiaoran showed a slightly disappointed look: "It seems that you are more anxious to see the master than I am. Okay, then we will go to Sakya without stopping."
Depart Gyantse and go to Shigatse via Bailang. At eight o'clock in the evening, we arrived at the Saga intersection of National Highway 318. From here, turn southeast on the road and go 25 kilometers to today's destination - Sakya.
Sakya means gray and white soil in Tibetan. It was named after the Sakya North Temple was built on a mountain with gray and white soil. The county seat is 150 kilometers away from Shigatse City. Sakya is the birthplace of the "Sakya Dynasty" and "Sakya Religion" and is world-famous for its Sakya Temple.
A group of four people entered a Tibetan restaurant. After drinking a few sips of highland barley wine, the two brothers danced with some young men at the table next to them. Xiaoran and Huang Tong watched and clapped their hands, and the restaurant was filled with a harmonious atmosphere.
The young men were very honest, and after having fun with Dawa and Dasan, they suggested sharing a table and ordered a few special dishes. Stir-fried highland barley in butter, cordyceps peak mushrooms, stewed yak ribs with radish, air-dried meat, Tashi donga, and blood sausage. One of them asked where they were going? Dawa said he was going to Ali to see King Chanhua.
Everyone was shocked and hurriedly said: "It is said that King Chanhua is giving lectures at Jiwu Temple, not in Ali."
Liang Xiaoran smiled: "If this is true, we will have to walk a lot less. After leaving Sakya, we will go from Sakya to Jiwu Temple. We don't have to go around the mountain road and continue on the national highway." Huang Tong also cheered up after hearing this. I exchanged glasses with the simple Tibetan people and drank a few more glasses of milk wine.
When I received Zijin's call at night, my words were inconsistent.
"Aqiulaga." Huang Tong said.
Zijin said: "Do I love you?"
Huang Tong said "Hey", "How do you know?" How could Zijin know Tibetan.
Zijin didn't answer. He was silent for a long time, and then he said softly, "Aqiulaga."
Huang Tong's heart is like crossing the Panyarlung Zangbo River, and it is wet with tenderness and sweetness...
The journey the next day was actually not easy.
If you want to go to Saga, you have to pass through Lazi, Tingri, Mount Everest Pass, Pekucuo and Gyirong. Maybe because of drinking last night, Huang Tong's chest began to rise and fall severely, and even taking medicine didn't work. This made Liang Xiaoran so anxious that he insisted on resting for two days before rushing on.
When the car was driving, there was a gentle bend not far from the Gatsola Pass. In the distance about 30 degrees to the left, there was a continuous snow-capped mountain, which is the Himalayas. Among them, there is a triangular snow-capped peak that stands tall and protrudes above the other mountains, which is the famous Mount Everest. After crossing the Gatsola Pass, the dark clouds above us quickly swept over us, pulling down the raindrops. In the cloud opening in front of the road, you can see a large stretch of snow-capped mountains. Mount Everest should be hidden in the thick clouds on the left.
The landscape nearby is desolate with only grass, no trees, and no human beings in sight...
"If we turn back, such heavy rain may be very dangerous," Dasan said.
"It's better to go directly to Pekucuo. There is a small village there where you can stop for a while." Dawa suggested.
The hair sticking to his cheeks was soaked with sweat, his almond-shaped eyes were narrowed in pain, and the blue blood vessels on his slender neck were looming, rising and falling with his heavy breathing - Huang Tong was really uncomfortable. Liang Xiaoran was very anxious and asked: "Is there a medical clinic in that village?"
The two brothers shook their heads together.
"That won't work, let's go back." Liang Xiaoran said decisively.
Huang Tong took her hand, shook it, and said, "Listen to them. I'm fine. I'll be fine in a moment."
"No, if something happens..."
Huang Tong pursed his lips, his eyes suddenly sharp and stubborn: "Listen to me this time and keep moving forward."
Although Huang Tong was usually warm and easy to discuss, with such a look in his eyes, even Liang Xiaoran, who had always had his own way, couldn't help but compromise.
Intersection of National Highway 318, Shishapangma Peak.
Dawa went to buy water and came back and said cheerfully: "I heard there is a county hospital ahead."
Although Huang Tong's heartbeat was steady at this time, he was extremely weak and was sweating layer upon layer. Liang Xiaoran quickly ordered them to drive straight to the hospital. Huang Tong was as fragile as a piece of paper at this time. Liang Xiaoran wanted her to lean on the back of the seat more comfortably, but he didn't know how to start, for fear that she would break into pieces if he moved.
The so-called county hospital is really too small and crude. A group of people held Huang Tong and knocked on the door of the hospital. There were two beds and a consulting room inside. A person who looked like a nurse was stopped by them. After questioning, they immediately called a doctor.
"I can't do anything about her condition here. Let's put the sling bottle first. Crush the medicine she brought inside and give it a try." The doctor said.
The two brothers went out to buy something to eat, and Liang Xiaoran stayed behind to take care of Huang Tong.
"Don't tell Zijin." Huang Tong only said this, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
No one slept well that night, and it was strange to say that this small county town always made rumbling noises at night, as if a huge monster was angry with thunder and kept roaring. It wasn't until early morning that the proper calm was restored.
The doctor came over to check and said it was fine. Don't get emotional or do strenuous activities. Huang Tong ate some raw porridge and said to Liang Xiaoran: "Where are we? How far is it from Saga?"
Liang Xiaoran said: "The exit of this town is by the Pekucuo Lake."
"That means we're almost there." Huang Tong breathed a sigh of relief.
Liang Xiaoran suppressed the doubts in his heart, and asked: "You are so anxious to see my master, is there something wrong?"
At this time, Huang Tong's face was pale. The long and bumpy journey had tortured his body and mind, and his cheeks were even more beautiful. She finished the last bite, put the bowl and chopsticks aside, and looked at Xiaoran with her dark eyes——
Suddenly, he smiled brightly, and his beautiful smile lines flashed like a naughty koi in a pond of tenderness.
"You'll know when we get there," she said.
Xiao Ran was confused by that smile for a while, and now he was a little confused when he heard what she said. He sighed: "You learned from Zijin. Don't say anything, don't say anything."
"Zi Jin didn't say it was because she had her own plans. I didn't say it because it wasn't time yet." Huang Tong was in good spirits and began to suggest setting off. It happened that the two brothers also came back with dry food, saying that if they didn't leave, they would spend the night in the wilderness again. So the group embarked on the journey again.
On the way from Saga to Jiwu Temple, you can clearly see the bright and wide water surface of Maquan Lake in the distance, as well as many low yellow sand dunes around it. A rare wild donkey ran happily, and two black-crowned cranes walked gracefully one behind the other.
Huang Tong couldn't help but take a photo with her mobile phone and send it to Zijin. Zijin quickly came back: "It's so beautiful."
Huang Tong originally wanted to reply: You and I will come another day. But my heart suddenly sank, and a great wail broke through my heart. Yes, actually, originally, three people could come...
Kiwu Temple is a small temple on the mountain beside Manasarovar Lake, 9 kilometers from Baga to Puran. It is said that Master Padmasambhava once meditated in the cave of the temple (Pamphlet Padmasambhava, an eminent Indian monk, introduced Tantric Buddhism to Japan in the second half of the eighth century, was an important figure in establishing the early propagation of Tibetan Buddhism, and was the Nyingma sect of the Red Sect of Tantric Buddhism. The founder of the temple. The temple is relatively small, just a few Tibetan-style Buddhist houses on the hillside, but its architectural layout is the same as the Potala Palace. The village behind the Kiwu Temple is called Kiwu Village, which can provide Tibetan-style Buddhist temples. stay.
Several people first went to Jiwu Village to settle down with food and accommodation, and when they came out, they saw the sunset.
The sunset in the sky is spectacular and beautiful.
Standing still by the lake, calming down, my pupils dilated, the clouds in the sky and the distant hillsides were gradually lit up by the sunset, and the lake surface was also reflected in a beautiful picture.
The hillsides and clouds were lit by the setting sun.
It seemed as if a huge phoenix bathed in fire suddenly flew from the sky. Its head, eyes and beak were all very clear and lifelike. It spread its wings and flew over the holy lake Manasarovar.
It is difficult to see a more gorgeous sunset than this. The orange flames are burning in the tumbling, setting off the pagodas and prayer flags on the hillside, violently impacting Huang Tong's soul, mysterious and spectacular. She couldn't help but said to Xiaoran: "No wonder you like **, I also like it. This is a masterpiece of nature. There are novel and beautiful scenery everywhere."
Smilingly, he clasped his hands together in reverence and muttered something. The focused expression is integrated with the magnificent sky scenery, which makes people feel calm and long-lasting.
After a while, the sunset shivered and put away its last ray of light. Xiaoran said: "Let's go, the master is waiting for us."
A towering germanium-red mountain supports five or six white buildings connected at different heights. It is small in scale, but it is somewhat imposing due to the contrast of the mountain topography.
In the evening, the temple is closed to thank visitors, but this time it is a rare occasion for King Chanhua, who is called the Guru by the living Buddha, to give a sermon. Believers from all over the world come across mountains and rivers just to listen to it and improve their Buddha nature. So the lights outside the Kiwu Temple were brightly lit, making it seem like a religious event.
Liang Xiaoran led Huang Tong to the side hall next to the main hall. A young lama waved to her outside a small door: "Senior sister, senior sister." In pure Chinese.
"Is the master inside?" Xiaoran asked.
The young lama nodded, looked at Huang Tong again, lowered his eyes in embarrassment and said, "Master said, only you can go in."
"No, I want to go in." Huang Tong said firmly, looking at Liang Xiaoran.
Xiaoran said to the little lama: "She came with me and also wants to meet the master."
The young lama was puzzled: "Master said, senior sister, your companions cannot be allowed to come in..." Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Liang Xiaoran: "How did he know that I brought my companions here?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Tong walked around them, pushed the wooden door open with a "squeak" sound, and entered the palace gate directly. The little lama panicked and tried to stop him, but Huang Tong had already walked quickly to the hall and saw a bald monk kneeling on the ground and reading scriptures.
The man wore glasses and was no older than thirty. He raised his head after reciting the words attentively and said to an old man sitting above, "You have a distinguished guest."
In the darkness, an old man said leisurely: "He's still here."
When Liang Xiaoran chased him in, he was surprised when he saw the monk on the ground: "The Karmapa?!" He clasped his hands together and bowed to the ground.
Karmapa stood up with a smile, and stood quietly looking at the two of them without speaking or moving.
The old man said slowly: "Does the Dharma King know how bodhicitta arises?"
His Holiness bowed slightly and said, “It’s maternal love.”
Huang Tong was greatly moved when he heard this. He trembled and bowed to the ground with a smile: "Please tell me two masters how to find my child." His eyes were filled with tears and hope. This is hope - —
Liang Xiaoran stood up in panic, only to realize that this was the purpose of Huang Tong's trip. She must really have no other choice. She usually listens to her lectures about her master's magical powers, so she wants to personally ask her master about Rob's whereabouts!
The old man hiding in the dark sighed, "It arises according to circumstances, and perishes according to circumstances. It can only follow the circumstances. A pure mind should be born in this way, the mind should not be based on color, the mind should not be based on sounds, fragrances, and touching laws. There should be nothing. Live and give birth to your heart.”
Liang Xiaoran was still thinking about the meaning of these words, but Huang Tong had already lamented: "You mean, my child has... gone?"
The old man said nothing. The Dharma King said with a smile on his lips: "That's not exactly what King Chanhua means. I just want you to let it go and let it go."
Huang Tong knelt on his knees, "If he is not dead, please tell me his whereabouts."
Liang Xiaoran was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help her up: "You have always misunderstood. My master is only proficient in Buddhism, not a fortune-telling magician."
Huang Tong broke away from her, his eyes full of pleading, and said in a trembling voice: "Please two masters, please understand a mother's heart. If it wasn't really helpless, I wouldn't come all the way here to seek the last glimmer of hope. Please tell me Where is my child? I beg you!" These words made everyone present moved with emotion.
The old man stood up and said, "If you persist in this life, you will not be a good person." After saying this, he slowly left his seat and entered the small room at the back. The Dharma King also shook his head and followed in.
Liang Xiaoran weighed the master's last words and felt that they were teaching Buddhists about renunciation, but Huang Tong didn't practice Buddhism... Alas! The most urgent task is to persuade Huang Tong to get up.
Who would have thought that Huang Tong just couldn't afford it.
"Are you going to kneel until tomorrow morning? There will be a Buddhist ceremony here tomorrow." After saying that, Huang Tong got up and knelt again by the wooden door outside the hall. Liang Xiaoran was helpless. He tried to help her up several times, but she broke away again, with a stubborn look on his face.
Xiaoran had no choice but to go in and ask the master. Unexpectedly, the master just had a sullen face, recited a Buddhist mantra, and ignored her.
Liang Xiaoran had no choice but to go back and persuade Huang Tong: "My master really doesn't understand fortune telling. This is Buddhism, not fortune telling."
Huang Tong opened his eyes and cast his dark eyes on Liang Xiaoran, as if his eyes were shooting into the depths of her soul. "It turns out that I have never understood one thing. Qiya lost her life because of your deliberate arson. All of us know your sister's temper and will never forgive you. But she quickly forgot about this. I made peace with you again. Later, I accidentally remembered that a few years ago, you had asked an expert to help Zijin retrieve my memory. The ability to seal and unlock people's memories is not comparable to that of ordinary fortune tellers. Searching for people should not be a problem."
As soon as these words came out, Liang Xiaoran suddenly felt like a head of ice water was poured from head to bottom.
