Chapter 22 Six Generations and Sister Drums

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Wang Yao's heart trembled, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the golden Buddha hall on the other side of the passage, if this place was discovered by outsiders, Wang Yao didn't know if it was a disaster or something else.

After all, the value of this valley is too great, and the culture of the ancient Xiangxiong country is long enough to refresh the cognition of the current human civilization, after all, it is a civilization 10,000 years ago, and it is also a complete cultural inheritance of the Stone Age.

Thinking of these possible consequences, Wang Yao frowned, "Xianruopu, I don't think it's in a hurry, and the situation in the outside world is very complicated, why don't I go out and find a way to inquire?"

"That's all your business. Su Hai suddenly smiled and said, "I just have to welcome back my believers, as for these inheritances, it's all your business." ”

Wang Yao's expression was stunned, this old man was forcing him to take the pot.

"From hundreds of generations ago, Xianruopu began to translate the scriptures, to my generation has carried out one-fifth, Zhangxiong has been away from the world for too long, but has not completely departed from the world, each generation of Xianruopu, will have contact with foreign teachers, communication, and this is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, is the origin of the Sect of Ten Thousand Laws Bon religion, what you are worried about, will not happen. Su Hai smiled.

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth, "Then why did you ask me to take your place?"

"It's not that I want you to take over, but the ancestors. Su Hai chuckled and shook his head, "For what, you have to find the answer to this yourself." ”

Wang Yao frowned.

"These are the natal dzi left by the sages of the past generations. Su Hai pointed to the various dzi on the thangka and said, "When you leave, take them with you." ”

"These are too precious. Wang Yao waved his hand and refused.

"Precious?" Su Hai raised his eyebrows slightly, "What is that? ”

Wang Yao's expression froze, "No, I mean..."

"Why is this child a bit of a mother-in-law and mother-in-law?" Su Hai frowned and looked at Wang Yao, "Men must have the courage to take responsibility." ”

Wang Yao was like rolling his eyes, the first time he saw that he was so tough when he sent something.

"Bon doesn't have the customs that he teaches outside, but it is necessary to worship the ancestors, and it is good to be sincere. Su Hai said while wearing dzi, "The ancestors never need sacrifices, nor do they need forms, just pious reverence." ”

Wang Yao bent down and made a Bon salute.

Su Hai's eyes lit up, "I don't preach, but I want to do good deeds to repay the world, and believers come by themselves." ”

Wang Yao listened attentively to the teachings.

While Su Hai was talking about the teachings, he was wearing dzi beads, some bracelets, some belts, and some necklaces, a total of two hundred and six.

Finally, he wrapped it in a thangka and handed it to Wang Yao.

Wang Yao took it with both hands.

"I, Bon Xianruopu, Nimengdan Zeng Caidan, officially grant you the name of the next generation of Lingzi and inherit the mantle of Xianruopu. Su Hai's hand was placed on Wang Yao's head, his voice was loud, and the ancient elephant spoke with an ancient will.

The Tibetan people named according to the ancient Zhangxiong, the Tibetan people do not have a surname, only a name, and the nobles or living Buddhas will use the name of the fief or monastery as their surname.

Nimeng, the name of this valley, is also the ancestral tomb of Bon.

Dan used to mean holding the Dharma, while Tseden meant eternal life.

This is Su Hai's destiny.

Wang Yao lowered his head, his heart suddenly became peaceful, and he said softly, "Lingzi Wang Yao, accept the ceremony." ”

"With the virtue of our ancestors, bless you with nature. Su Hai closed his eyes and muttered.

In primitive Bon, nature is the highest blessing, birth is natural, death is natural, suffering is natural, happiness is natural, everything is natural.

After Su Hai finished praying, he opened his eyes and smiled, "Wait until you leave, and then brand the Dharma body." ”

Wang Yao held the package, "By the way, Lord Xianruopu, what kind of needle are we using?"

"Follow me. Su Hai led Wang Yao off the throne and entered another stone room, which had a solemn and chilling cold aura as soon as he entered.

There are many utensils in this stone room, and if you look at the surface, they are all bone or stone products, and there are a few things like musical instruments placed in the center.

Su Hai walked around the room, and finally found a bag of animal skins, which he spread out on the stone table.

The hides are engraved with words, and more are some needles of various colors.

This kind of needle is not a gold needle, nor a silver needle, but a kind of Kuangshi made that Wang Yao does not know, and each one is different in color.

Unlike the traditional cylindrical tip of the needle, this needle is conical and comes in a variety of sizes, the longest being six or seven centimeters, but the thickness of the needle tip is surprisingly consistent.

A set of twenty-seven needles.

Wang Yao saw that this thing was a very old thing, and took out a milky white needle, Wang Yao felt a kind of heart-penetrating coldness when he held it on his fingertips.

It is written on the animal skin that this kind of needle is called crystal needle.

"I just know there are needles, but I don't know how to use them. Su Hai said to Wang Yao, "After all, the part of the medical code was not translated by me. ”

"Can this thing be sterilized by heat resistance?" Wang Yao asked with a frown.

"This set of needles has been left for at least a thousand years. Su Hai glanced at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao shook his hand, it was a priceless cultural relic, how dare he use it.

"This room is full of Zhangxiong's ritual vessels. Su Hai introduced, "The ritual traditions of foreign religions are all inherited from the Bon religion, but I heard that there are many strange things in the early stage of development. ”

Wang Yao looked at the drum-like thing the size of a human head in the center, and frowned, "I seem to have seen this in the Jokhang Temple." ”

"The foreign teacher called it 'Sister Drum'. Su Hai glanced at it and said.

"Is it a ritual vessel?" Wang Yao asked with some confusion.

"No, it's a foreign religious artifact. Su Hai said, "It doesn't matter if I teach it in the middle, it's more important on the right." ”

"How did he get here?" Wang Yao approached curiously and found that the double-sided drum had a somewhat mysterious color.

"Don't touch it. Su Hai stopped Wang Yao and said, "That's a human skin drum." ”

Wang Yao's body trembled, and he suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at Su Hai in dismay.

"This thing was sent in by him hundreds of years ago, and it is a reincarnated living Buddha. "Su Hai's eyes are deep" When the war was raging, the reincarnation of this living Buddha was originally ordained as a teacher, but at the height of the war, he sat down and became a Buddha, leaving a metaphor and casting this bone with his own skin and bones. ”

Wang Yao was terrified when he heard this, and at the same time he was full of awe.

"He taught a dharma called impermanence. Su Hai's expressionless face when he said "It seems to be a method for reincarnated living Buddhas to become enlightened, and to save the world with their own destiny and enlightenment." ”

Wang Yao frowned, "Is it a kind of seeing through life and death?"

"Something like that. Su Hai nodded, "Human life is limited, and Buddha is unlimited, so death, for them, is not a painful time, fearless, great dedication." ”

Wang Yao nodded thoughtfully, and bowed to the 'Sister Drum' to express his awe.

The biggest problem that plagues many people is life and death, and seeing through these may be the cause and effect of cultivating Buddhism all over the world.

Wang Yao didn't understand, but he was in awe of these things.

If a man lives his whole life and lives only for the sake of living, he is indeed like a wild beast.

"After the Buddha sat down, he felt that he couldn't support it, so he invited it here. Su Hai continued, "Later, six generations came to worship once, and I heard that the two had a great relationship. ”

"Six generations?" Wang Yao was stunned, "Cangyang Gyatso?"

Su Hai nodded.

Wang Yao looked at the 'Sister Drum' again and had other thoughts in his heart, Cangyang Gyatso is known as a love monk, could it be that he has any entanglements with this living Buddha?

"The six generations, listening to the previous Ren Xian Ruopu, are the living Buddhas who are closest to the small consummation. Su Hai narrowed his eyes slightly, "Although I don't know how to cultivate, but from the scriptures that have been handed down, it is indeed profound." ”

"Yes, many people in the Central Plains now regard him as an idol, especially the girls. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Didn't the Central Plains Buddha fall?" Su Hai was stunned.

They admired his literary brilliance and said that he was the most talented lover monk. Wang Yao said.

"Love Monk, do they call the six generations by Love Monk?" Su Hai frowned, his expression a little displeased, "This is blasphemy against him." ”

Wang Yaoleng paused.

"Six generations have lived in a miserable hell all their lives, and the so-called love and love are all nonsense, do you know what kind of corpses and bones this area was like back then? The Qing court army and the Mongolian iron cavalry almost crushed this territory, do you think that as a living Buddha, he has the heart to fall in love and love?" Su Hai snorted coldly in an unkind tone, "Yuan Kewen told me that the people of the Central Plains were fearless if they didn't know, but they didn't expect that even the living Buddha would dare to blaspheme, and in the long run, would he even dare to blaspheme nature?"

The corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched, "You know Zen?"

"I don't understand, but I know that at least the Buddha needs to be revered. Su Hai snorted coldly.

Wang Yao smiled, "The word awe has long been shattered by ignorance. ”

Su Hai was stunned.

"Nowadays, people laugh at the ancients for being uneducated, but they don't know that they are even more ignorant. Wang Yao hooked the corners of his mouth, "That's why we need to establish culture." ”

Su Hai pondered for a moment and shook his head, "I don't understand people very well. ”

"I read the poem of the six generations at the shrine the other day. Wang Yao smiled and said, "Living in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy region." Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world. ”

Su Hai was stunned, "This is a poem of the six generations?"

"The literal translation is that I live in the Potala Palace, I am holding Mingchang Yang Gyatso, and I live in Lhasa at the foot of the mountain, and I am the prodigal son Tsangsang Wangpo. Wang Yao continued to laugh and said, "The one above is translated by modern people. ”

"What is this translation?" Su Hai said angrily, "What a good poem of self-discipline, the translation is so vulgar." ”

"There's no way, if you want everyone to understand it, you can only translate it so vulgarly, or how to establish an image of a romantic poet. Wang Yao smiled.

The work of translation itself is highly subjective, and the translator will choose the most advantageous angle to translate and add his own understanding.

It cannot be said that it is right or wrong, but it is true that there will be some misinterpretation of the author's own wishes.

Many people like to describe this kind of thing as a little girl who dresses up at will, but in the world, a little girl should also have a temper. (To be continued.) )