I lived in the Potala Palace

I am the biggest king of the snowy region

I was lucky enough to visit the streets of Lhasa

I am the most beautiful lover in the world

-- The Sixth Lama Lobsang Rinchen Changyang Gyatso

Cangyang Gyatso was born in the 22nd year of Kangxi, and at the age of 14, he entered the Potala Palace and became the sixth generation of Tibetan Dharma King. Ten years later, he was deposed by the Qing court, sent to Beijing, and died of illness at the age of 24 on the shore of Qinghai Lake.

In all the plays that Encore has acted, this is the most clear but the most touching script, in retrospect, those mirror-like origins and deaths are all extinguished in the deep tears in the heart, some people say that the most painful love in the world is to love each other but not to stay together, but Encore knows that there is a love that is thousands of times more painful than that, that is, to love each other but must pretend to be indifferent.

Encore clearly remembered the scene when the deep-rooted living Buddha fell silent on the shore of Qinghai Lake like a mirror, and at that moment Encore couldn't distinguish between inside and outside the play, and kept asking obsessively, has there ever been news that the soul of that person has returned to Litang for centuries?

After acting in that play, she rested for most of the year, her mood was always low and painful, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

It wasn't until a few years ago that Cangyang Gyatso's "Tao Song" was misread as a "love poem" and suddenly became popular on the Internet, and people began to fanatically pursue the traces left by the untimely death of the "Great Love Saint" in the world, and even a large number of reporters and the masses went into Tibet to investigate his life and his final destination. All of them fall into the misunderstanding of using the worldly law to interpret the worldly law.

It is true that after hundreds of years of changes in the world, how can we ordinary people understand the own vision of a living Buddha poet sitting high on the multicolored line?

This time-traveling drama uses a high degree of worldly wisdom and a poetic aesthetic that respects the original meaning of the poem to carry out a reasonable restoration and interpretation, and uses the personal experience of a Tibetan folk girl to witness the history of the time alluded to in the "love poem" and the indescribable quiet and unstained moving sentiments in the heart of this young living Buddha.

Therefore, Enke knew that this was a strict historical drama, but the moment the system command was issued, she saw a systematic task such as burning the piano and cooking the crane in many online novels: [Reverse the torrent of history and save a sentimental Tibetan living Buddha by herself!] ］

Encore held his head and was depressed for a long time - he felt that the white lotus-like characters in the play were suddenly splashed with dog blood by this vulgar system mother Sang, why did all the dead in the play have to be resurrected and all love has to blossom!?

Based on the above, Encore decided that this time she would not follow the instructions of the system, so she clicked on the space-time spell, and with a light touch of her fingers, the realm around her body instantly transformed into a spotless snowy plateau......

Buddha in the snowy region

The snowy land is the pure land

Buddha into the red dust

Hongchen is the dojo

All living beings should be treated with affection

The Buddha appeared in the world with his affectionate body

Syracuse City, just at the foot of the Potala Palace's holy mountain, when the sky is fine at night, if you sit in the King's bedroom Gedangji and observe, under the moonlight, a small silver-white adobe roof that is not eye-catching, that area is called "snow", a lot of names, isn't it? Syracuse is home to restaurants of all sizes, and when night falls, thousands of drunkards mingle under the white roofs until the stars rise in the eastern sky, and the bustling scene of "snow" melts in the morning light.

Who was the first to introduce the secular life under the sacred mountain to the secluded Rosette? It doesn't matter, as long as the rosette has the heart, he has a way to get it from the mouths of the monks who accompany him anyway. At the age of seventeen, the rosette was proficient in the scriptures, the cause of the Ming, poetics, the calendar, calligraphy, music, archery, and dance, which shows that he is extremely talented and has a good understanding of the class.

The majestic and solemn prayer hall is covered with cascading banner towers, and the neat and uniform array of lamas and officials are surrounded by respectful salutes under the banner towers, and when the time comes to deal with teaching and government affairs every month, the young Dharma King is convenient for the golden carved dragon pattern throne to listen to the recitations of all parties, and under the bright and bright canopy made of five-colored satin stripe pendants, the handsome face of the astonishing people is always not sad or happy, and is silent.

The Buddha was silent

Sanskrit sounds pervade the ten worlds

Educate all sentient beings

The rosette was silent

Affection is like the seed of a dandelion

Drifted to somewhere

The rosette is like a picture, the skin is moist, the posture is straight, and the brilliance is shining, and the men like to be fascinated when they see him, not to mention the woman's reads;. He was really the first disciple of the Buddha of Infinite Light, Guru Padmasambhava, who was reincarnated by the pilgrims, who remembered and never forgot this extraordinary beauty, and even made up songs and stories.

Indeed, the folk gossip about Cangyang Gyatso existed before he deviated. In this regard, he also said indifferently: "The World-Honored One was criticized by Devadatta when he was alive, let alone me. ”

But this explanation can only produce more misunderstandings in the ears of the ignorant people, and the sea of criticism overflows the walls of the holy mountain and flows to the ears of Changyang Gyatso, who blindly remains silent, and he moves to the spacious verandah, looking up at the bright moon and looking down on all beings, and a childish and fresh little poem is born: The moon rises on the top of the east mountain, like the face of an unmarried girl floating on my heart.

Perhaps he has not fallen in love with anyone, the person who has always lived in seclusion in his heart, whose name is "ego"; Or maybe he deliberately denied that he had ever loved, because he could only be a Hongchen passerby, and he couldn't stay with anyone for a long time in this life.

In the thirty-sixth year of Kangxi, the Mongolian Junggar tribe rebelled, the emperor drove the expedition in person, and three years later, the general trend of the Erut department has gone, Geldan Khan committed suicide by poisoning, and Amurgege secretly entered Tibet to seek refuge, and did not want the fifth French king to have passed away for many years.

In view of the fact that the Great Khan of Geldan had received the Shamanja ordination under the throne of the Fifth Dharma King Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso during his lifetime, the Tibetan King Sanjay Gyatso placed Amurgeg incognito in Lhasa, as one of the empty lines under the throne of the Sixth Dharma Throne, and gave the name: Ming Concubine? Renzhen Ongmu.

At that time, there was a rift between the military and political leaders of Tibet and Mongolia, and the thoughtful Tibetan king also placed his henchmen beside Amur Gege, serving him for the purpose of surveillance. The king's henchman is a Tibetan girl with a stunt, and her pseudonym is Mingxin.

All encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence, but they are not necessarily the good fruits of the previous life. Thou hast loved my heart, and thou hast pity thy colour, and thou hast been entangled by karma, through a thousand eons.

But it is said that this Ming Concubine Renzhen Wengmu was born too well, not like Mongolian Gege but like Jiangnan Xiunu, only twenty-eight years old, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all refined, poetry and rhyme articles are their own Yage, as if the Buddha specially selected to match with the lotus seat of the Dharma King. Luckily, she doesn't know Tibetan. Since ancient times, the golden branches and jade leaves of the Mongolian Great Khan fell overnight in front of the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha to lead the results of cultivation, will she not be sad in her heart?

In the first half year of entering the palace, she was absent from all Buddhist affairs and pujas, indeed, how can a girl like a flower and jade listen to the lama's chanting, that is, she can understand the Tibetan language and can't understand the secret mantra, although there is no gender difference between those who enter the Yellow Sect, but after all, those lamas are all men, how many of them have really attained the Tao?

A few days ago, His Holiness sent a few words of greeting, and the yellow paper was neatly folded and placed on the table, covered with a thin layer of dust. It's not that she is disrespectful to His Holiness, because she doesn't recognize any of the words on it.

Mingxin unfolded the paper, and a wisp of fragrance wafted out of the letter, and the exquisite and neat Tibetan text on it looked like it was written by the lotus himself.

A full drain of water

Pooled in a pool

If you can let go of your doubts

Please come to this pool to draw water

Renzhen Weng Mu said: "Sister, you are finally here, what are the words written on it?" ”

Mingxin closed the paper and smiled and said, "The rosette just wants Gege to show his face at the puja. ”

Renzhen Weng Mu frowned, unfolded the paper, only to see that the text was like a string of exquisite and delicate patterns painted on the paper, she shook her head and pushed the paper away, supported her chin and thought again, the beautiful flower looked a little worried: "I still don't want to go......"

Mingxin sat opposite: "If you don't want to go, it's just that, and the lotus seat is not to invite you in the next post, but just to persuade." ”

Renzhen Weng Mu sighed in embarrassment: "But how can I reply to his letter?" ”

Mingxin said: "Since the lotus seat wrote a poem in Tibetan and sent it, Gege might as well write a poem in Mongolian to reply to him." ”

Renzhen Om said: "This ...... Not good. ”

"What's so bad? I guess the rosette is getting stuffy too, hehe, it's not bad for you two to have a good time guessing when you're idle. ”

Renzhen Weng Mu smiled and said, "By the way, yesterday I copied the little Amitabha Sutra again and put it on the bookshelf over there, you can take a look." ”

"Where?" Mingxin had already come to the bookshelf when he spoke, picked up a few pieces of loose papyrus, and looked at it again: "Gege writes so well, this time I will print a thousand copies of it and scatter it, Gege has only been in Lhasa for half a year, and he has made a lot of merits in the future." ”

"Oh, you are a person, I respect you and call you sister, but you are not respected!"

Mingxin took a few pieces of loose paper, looked back at her embarrassed face, and giggled...... The round and beautiful laughter of the two girls spread throughout the boudoir.

It is said that one night, a dignified young master went to Syracuse, and no one dared to talk to him, and he was followed by many disguised monks. The young master was wearing a bright yellow satin hat on his head, and two wide straps covered his sides, his expression was so calm, and his calm eyes revealed a look of amazement at the scene in front of him. He probably didn't know how strong the barley wine was, and he didn't know that the girl who bought the wine was more drunk than the wine, and he sat under the wine guise all night and drank cup after cup until he was drunk, and then he was persuaded to go back by his entourage in a hazy consciousness.

For 12 years before entering the Potala Palace, Changyang Gyatso studied the Sutras, Vinayas, and Commentaries at the highly disciplined Taal Monastery under the erudite 5th Pan/Zen Lobsang Yeshe in the strict Taal Monastery.

The so-called "wealth, fame, food, sleep, five roots of hell", wine is a key to open the gates of hell.

First taste of sake

It's not as sweet as you think

can be when it slides down the throat

Piercing the lungs hotly

In this empty skin

It's like there's reality

The next day, the king of Tibet, who had already heard the report, together with several old masters, came to visit the rosette of His Holiness, after half a night of vomiting, the poor man had already fallen asleep with a pale face, and the king of Zao, who was proficient in medicine, personally stepped forward to check it, and a profound sigh shook the entire Potala Palace, shook Lhasa, and shook the vast snowy plateau......