The head of the ferryboat looked up

The flags on the horse's head flutter in the hunt

Don't be sad for a lover

We are destined to be in the book of destiny

-- Lobsang Rinchen Changyang Gyatso

The woman who was tired of being played by the spy head Temuri naturally became the object of amusement of his tiger-like subordinates. During the dark years of captivity, Dawa Dolma lost the last of her dignity under the abuse and humiliation of the Mongols, and was reduced to the abyss in the endless suffering. All the memories of the past sneered at her with a contemptuous smirk at this time.

Twelve years ago, Zao selected her from hundreds of girls, and for ten years after that, he often taught her sutras, poetics, calligraphy, and calendrical calculations...... Of course, there are also Mongolian and marksmanship. As early as that time, the Tibetan king had already perceived some of the heavy political problems after the death of the Mongol Dalai Khan, and a group of elite spies who were both Mongolian and Tibetan were the product of this political vision.

But in the eyes of little Maji Ami, Zao was very different from the nobles who were only interested in power, and regarded him as a learned and talented sage, who worshiped him to the fullest, and at the same time, Zao poured great effort and expectations into her.

According to the original plan of the Zao king, she will accompany Princess Deji Medo to marry into the Great Khan's mansion, and lurk beside Lasang Khan for a long time, as a rope in the hands of the Zao king, she can choke Lasang Khan's throat anytime and anywhere.

coincided with the decline of the Dzungar tribe and Amurgege's entry into Tibet, and the Tibetan king arranged her by the side of Renzhen Wengmu, still as a dowry maid, and if this plan is followed, it will definitely be a matter of course, and the result will be twice as effective with half the effort, the war will not break out, Lhasa will not be surrounded, the Mongols will not dare to run rampant, and Nasen will not need to rebel...... Now, why did she fall into the hands of the Mongols?

Thousands of mistakes, she knew that it was all her own fault, it was all the indulgence of her own desires that made the plan of the king of Zao for ten years fall through, and even if she was broken, she could not withstand this sin. She believes that the seeds of black karma and white karma are sown long before the beginningless eon, and everyone is drawn by their own karma and cannot escape it in the slightest.

At this moment, Cangyang Gyatso racked his brains in the Sun Temple, since ancient times, the living Buddha could not directly interfere in the local criminal trial, even if he had the intention to interfere, he had to use the local government to specifically operate, but once the local government tried the case, it was bound to be judged that Dawa Zhuoma was guilty of murder.

However, he consulted the latest policy clauses and found that there was a provision in the first armistice agreement between the two sides that "the Tibetan king must hand over political and religious power to the ...... of the Majesty", and now the two sides are at war on this issue, this article is still in ambiguity, and it can also be said that Cangyang Gyatso has the right to directly deal with government affairs, but he did not expect this dead letter to come in handy at this time, although a dead letter is better than nothing.

That being the case, Changyang Gyatso knew that Temuri had always been a man of intent, and that documents might have little effect on them. Fortunately, there is one thing in this world that can be convenient for people everywhere. In front of several interrogators, Temuri looked at the box full of gold and finally nodded, agreeing to hand over Dawa Zhuoma to the Dharma King for personal trial.

But an ordinary murderer actually let such a big living Buddha issue a document and did not hesitate to pay the price of a box of gold in exchange, which always arouses suspicion. Cangyang Gyatso can't care about this now, whether Maggie Ami becomes a widow or a murderer, no matter what she becomes now, he must save her!

Temuri seems to have guessed the mind of this great living Buddha, Dawa Zhuoma is like water in a deep well, there is endless sweetness for men to enjoy, but it is a pity that she buried herself too deeply, and if she did not have enough patience, she would die of thirst, Temuri thought that there was no woman he could not conquer, but he had never conquered Dawa Zhuoma.

When Dawa Dolma slowly walked behind the arraignator with her stinging eyes and heavy shackles in tow, she thought that the date of execution had arrived, and at this moment, she remembered Cangyang Gyatso's poem: If you don't think about life and death and impermanence early, even if you are very smart, you are only a fool.

According to this statement, there are too many fools in the world to realize how narrow the door to the holy path is. If she could make one last wish to God, she wished that she would take refuge in the Three Jewels before she died, but she couldn't help but despair at the thought of her filthy and dilapidated body.

How could she know that at this moment, Cangyang Gyatso was sitting in the Hall of Sunshine, looking forward to her. She unconsciously followed the arraignator, step by step up the holy mountain, stepped on the majestic steps of the Potala Palace, leaving a line of blood-red footprints on the rocky road covered by the snow in March, and the thin coarse cloth robe revealed a clear skeleton, and finally the dull shackles stopped outside the temple of sunlight in the middle of the night.

The lights in the hall were shining brightly, and Changyang Gyatso received the criminal materials presented by the arraignator, and after a few glances at the materials, he ordered the acolytes to take the officials down to reward them, but he himself rushed out of the hall of sunlight without a single thought.

"Maggie Ami—"

His shouts resounded throughout the sacred mountain, and Dawa Dolma wore a black robe and disappeared in the starless night, like a sad soul, she closed her eyes and listened to this incredible voice from a distance, her heart was like ashes, she didn't care about this withered and ruined body, this voice did not make her happy for long, and then it brought back all the painful memories in her mind.

Maggie...... Ami ...... "Cangyang Gyatso stood in front of her and cried like a convulsive child.

In the midst of the great stunned, the warm body surrounded her, the wide chest trembled and transmitted heat to her, she opened her eyes slightly, and the brightly lit temple fell from the sky, and the golden body stood majestically in front of her...... It was as if I was walking and falling asleep and had a dream.

The holy mountain covered with snow is like a silver brow and humerus on the great sun, outside the spotless nine clouds, the Yarlung Zangbo River on the plateau rushes all year round, in the early morning, the sound of chanting scriptures is tactful and melodious in the small Buddha hall, the quiet bells and drums echo all over the holy mountain, and a cloud board that resounds through the sky, making people have no distractions.

In winter, Kadampa is sunny and warm like spring, and a variety of flowers bloom early, making the interior full of fragrance. The colorful beams of sunlight reflected through the crystalline glass windows hit the gorgeous floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and the dazzling light was filtered by the curtain beside the bed, leaving a hazy and soft veil.

Dawa Zhuoma's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, the scene in front of her made her unable to distinguish whether it was reality or a dream, she sat up with difficulty holding on to the head of the bed, and looked at the surrounding environment in shock—is it really a thought of hell and a thought of Buddha land, and there will really be light at the end of the darkness? The brightness and warmth of the Kadampa made her feel extremely uneasy, as if she were worthy only to be in the company of filth and gloom. Every time a person dies, he can take off his painful clothes once, and on the way of reincarnation, no one remembers the joys and sorrows of the previous life, and she finally understands why there are people in the world who are more afraid of life than death.

Last night, Dawa Dolma dreamed of the hideous-looking auspicious Heavenly Mother in the Jokhang Temple, with blue complexion and red hair standing upside down, holding a sword to subdue demons in her left hand, a skull bowl full of blood in her right hand, and a human skin, rakshasa skin, and demon skin on her body...... Such a fierce goddess with boundless power and boundless wisdom always rode a yellow mule horse to run for her life in the red sea of blood between the Himalayan peaks, and again and again, she was alone through the terrifying sea of death, hiding from threats and fears from all sides, however, she was adored by the god Chizunzan, no matter what life she was, no matter what form she appeared, he could find her accurately.

In the Jokhang Temple, there is also a pure appearance of the auspicious Heavenly Mother, her complexion is white, her facial features are soft, her head has a towering bun and a flower crown, and her slender and slightly open eyes reveal a serene gaze, she is the most ideal lover and mother in the hearts of men in the world.

If the love of the gods is a kind of soul love, without zài's attachment and greed for appearance, then Cangyang Gyatso's love for Maggie Ami is this kind of soul love that is rare in the world, and I wonder if she is willing to believe it after the frost and tribulation.

Although Dawa Dolma would rather die than admit that he was Maggie Ami, Cangyang Gyatso did not force her, and he deeply understood the reason for this. As long as he watched her complexion get better day by day, he was satisfied.

Now, what else can he hope for in love? It is impossible to give up the status of a living Buddha for her, a commoner is absolutely incapable of saving her life, and the grim situation in front of him has made him have no choice.

On a gray morning when the frost and snow were beginning to melt, the thunderous chanting ceremony in the small Buddha hall was interrupted by a report from a fast horse. Last night, the Tibetan king was besieged by the Mongol army.

This sudden turn of events was actually premeditated, on that day the Tibetan king took advantage of the victory to pursue Lhasan Khan, Lhasan Khan was deliberately luring the enemy to go deeper, Tsering Tashi copied the rear team of the king of Zao, and the king of Zao's men and horses were surrounded in Duilong Deqing. She personally led 5,000 elite soldiers to surround the 3,000 lancers under the command of the king of Zao, and the April day when the ice and snow melted was damp and cold, and the gunpowder was damp and difficult to exert its power, and finally the two soldiers engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

Tsering Tashi hated the Tibetan king for a long time, and once vowed to kill him with his own hands.

Sure enough, one after another sad news came from the front, the Tibetan king had been captured and was being escorted to Duilong Deqing, Tsering Tashi's base camp. I was afraid that it would be too late, so Cangyang Gyatso waved tears and repaired the book to exchange terms with Princess Tsering Tashi.

The relationship between Changyang Gyatso and the Tibetan king is something that no one else can understand, and perhaps there is one person who can understand it a little, and that is Dawa Dolma. For Cangyang Gyatso, Zao was a good teacher of equal learning, and in addition to his many talents, he was especially accomplished in the seven-character poetry, which was unknown to outsiders. During the 12 years of His Holiness the Fifth Holiness's death, all the letters exchanged between His Holiness the Fifth Holiness and the Khenpo of the monasteries were written by the Zao King, and all the letters were in the form of seven-character poems, but no one found any sign of it.

Cangyang Gyatso's poetic sensibilities and poetic talents may have been innate, but without such a good teacher as Zao, it would not be possible to have today's attainments. In addition, Cangyang Gyatso's affection for Deji Meduo as his own sister is a continuation of the relationship between the Tibetan prince and his father.

Three days later, however, instead of receiving a reply from Tsering Tashi, the anxiously waiting Cangyang Gyatso received the sad news that Tsering Tashi ordered him to be beheaded on the same night that the king was taken to the village of Langzi. The tragic end of a poor generation of heroes ended up in a different place!

The fall of the Zao Emperor meant that the Gelug ruling power had lost its mainstay on this vast snow-covered plateau, and that the young Sixth Holiness would be left alone