Chapter 3 Cave Temple

Even in July, the climate in Tibet is still not good, not to mention the more than 6,000 skills of eating and sleeping, Tubo is a no-man's land, and when night falls, tents are set up, bonfires are raised, and they sit on the ground and recite scriptures. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bitter or not? Not bitter, at least Wang Yao didn't see any complaints in their eyes.

Tired? Definitely tired, because Wang Yao saw the emaciation of this family, for more than six months, only relying on dry food and occasional passers-by to help them, ordinary people can't stick to things when walking, they have to kowtow and kneel over.

Dorjee was praying for a family, Wang Yao walked back to the car, looked at the pilgrims on the other side of the road who were walking towards the temple with three steps and one bow, and looked at the Potala Palace standing on the top of the mountain with a blank expression.

Qiangba lit a cigarette, looked at Wang Yao and smiled, "Can't figure it out?"

Wang Yao nodded silently.

"There are many people who believe in Buddhism, but more people take worldly money too seriously, only when there is trouble, they think of Buddha, this is not faith, many people can only make a pilgrimage once in their lives, because a pilgrimage will dedicate their life savings to the temple, and send the smartest and most promising children to serve the Buddha, we kowtow all the way, for faith, and you, do not understand the happiness of faith. Qiangba said this in a somewhat melancholy tone.

"What is faith?" muttered Wang Yao.

"Faith is nothing. Qiangba sneered, snuffing out the cigarette butt and putting it in a garbage bag around his waist, he didn't throw a cigarette butt along the way, "But faith is everything." ”

Wang Yao nodded as if he didn't understand, pointed in the direction of the Potala Palace and asked, "Where am I going to find something, if I find it, next year, I will make a pilgrimage." ”

Qiang Ba pouted for a moment, looked at Wang Yao's resolute side face and smiled, "If your words are true, the Buddha will feel your piety." ”

Wang Yao gave some of the snacks he brought to the Tibetan child, and the Tibetan man only collected some for his son, and returned the rest to Wang Yao, who said that these were enough, enough to go to the monastery.

Wang Yao put away the snacks and touched the child's grease on his head.

The child's name is Sanji, a boy who is six years old, and he is going to the Jokhang Temple to become a child monk.

The car moved forward again, this time Dorjee and Wang Yao did not chat anymore, until they reached the Potala Palace, the car could not drive, and the three of them got out of the car and walked.

The Potala Palace has three colors, white, red, and gold.

White wrapped in red, gold on top, what the meaning was Wang Yao didn't dare to ask, because in front of this building, Wang Yao felt a solemnity that he had never felt before.

The Potala Palace is divided into the White House and the Red House, as well as the spiritual pagoda of the Venerable Masters of the past generations.

The White House is where monks and Venerable Masters lived, and the Red Palace enshrines the golden statues of Buddha and Songtsen Gampo, as well as thousands of statues of Princess Wencheng and Princess Nepal.

From a distance, the palace looks like it's embedded in the top of a mountain, but when you walk in, you find that the palace is even wider than the top of the mountain.

The palace is full of prayer buildings, vases, Capricorn fish, and goldfinch birds as ridge ornaments, making the whole palace appear magnificent.

The murals and thangkas in the main hall record thousands of years of history and civilization, with a coercion from antiquity, and those Buddha statues look down on the crowd.

The spiritual pagoda, a spiritual pagoda wrapped in gold, is inlaid with countless gemstones, such a spiritual platform, but people dare not rise to the slightest worldly greed, as if the idea of having money in their hearts is a sin.

The mandala, which is said to be the abode of the Buddha, has a unique shape and gorgeous decoration, Wang Yao watched the pilgrims throw the treasures they brought into the mandala and then bow down and leave, which was full of devotion and piety.

Wang Yao climbed to the top of the gold and looked down on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau under the Potala Palace, where the wind blew from the Himalayas, I don't know if it was the wind thousands of years ago, and it blew back.

In the Hall of Longevity Joy, Wang Yao saw a statue of a person, that is, the statue of the 'love monk' who caused a sensation for a generation - Cangyang Gyatso.

Many people's understanding of Tubo does not necessarily come from Princess Wencheng, who is close to her, but more from this person, the sixth generation of masters.

When he lived in this palace, he wrote a Tibetan poem.

'Stay in the Potala Palace

I am the biggest king of the snowy region.

Wandering the streets of Lhasa

I am the most beautiful lover of time. ’

Wang Yao couldn't understand how a living Buddha could live so flamboyantly.

Wang Yao didn't come to travel, he was looking for the Venerable Master, because he was the only one who knew where the Four Medical Canons were, but the Venerable Master's whereabouts were uncertain, and they had to go to every palace.

Finally, he found the Venerable Master in the ancient temple of Yaowang Mountain next to the Red Mountain.

This is a cave temple, which has not been destroyed for more than a thousand years, and the Buddha statues inside are innumerable, but because it is a grotto, the vision is dim, and it is all illuminated by oil lamps, so it seems that this cave temple is particularly mysterious.

When I met the Venerable Master today, this old monk did not seem to look old, although he was not as childish as Mr. Great, but he also had a sense of solemnity, and his earlobes were huge, and his voice was low and magnetic, and he spoke Chinese very well.

"Today, I suddenly felt the call of the Buddha of the Medicine King, and sure enough, someone came to ask for the Buddha. The Venerable Master turned his head to look at Wang Yao and smiled.

"The Living Buddha is merciful, this guest wants to ask for the Four Medical Classics. Qiangba said the Buddha's name, bowed and said.

"The Four Medical Canons are not in the palace. The Venerable Master shook his head and said.

"Please take a look at the living Buddha. Wang Yao grasped the dzi all the way and took it out.

When the dzi appeared, Wang Yao was keenly aware that the grotto seemed to be a little brighter, and the dzi in his palm was really glowing.

"The Buddha has appeared!" Qiangba shouted, threw his five bodies to the ground, and hurriedly knocked down the oil lamp, his body trembling violently because of excitement.

The Venerable Master also froze for a moment, then took a step back and sat cross-legged on the ground, turned the prayer wheel in his hand, and chanted the prayer wheel in his mouth.

For a time, the sound of the rotation of the Jinglun in the grotto and the chanting of Buddhist scriptures were intertwined and echoed into a rhythm that made people's scalps tingle.

Wang Yao's hairs all over his body stood upside down, looking at the dzi in his hand that emitted a faint white light, not the kind of light that fluorescent, but a light source like a slurry released from the surface of the dzi, in short, it was very soft.

Wang Yao was at a loss for what to do, and his scalp was numb, and the Venerable Master was chanting on the wheel, and after almost ten minutes, the sound of the wheel subsided, and the Venerable Master opened his eyes and looked at Wang Yao.

Although his vision was dim, Wang Yao could still see clearly the eyes of the contemporary Venerable Master that shimmered with strange light.

"Child, since you have presented the things of your ancestors, you should be destined to be my Buddha. The Venerable Master said softly, "Enter my Buddha Gate and overcome the sufferings of the world." ”

Wang Yao frowned, holding a somewhat stiff hand, "Living Buddha, I'm here to ask for a book." ”

The contemporary Venerable Master frowned slightly, looking at Wang Yao's extraordinarily green face illuminated by the candlelight in the grotto, "You remind me of a person. ”

Wang Yao spoke again, "Living Buddha, I'm here to ask for a book." ”

"The book is not in the palace. The Venerable Master shook his head and said.

"Where is the book?" asked Wang Yao with a frown.

"If you have a fate to go south, you will find it. The Venerable Master pondered for a moment, staring at the dzi in Wang Yao's hand and said.

Wang Yao frowned, clenched his palms to hide the light of the dzi, and the grotto seemed to darken all of a sudden.

Qiangba had already gotten up from the ground and lit the oil lamp, Wang Yao bowed to the Venerable Master and walked out of the cave temple. (To be continued.) )