To the White Vulture Mountain

Bow down and climb step by step

Snow water dissolves into glaciers

Meet me on the Sky Lake

-- Lobsang Rinchen Changyang Gyatso

The procession escorted by the imperial court to Cangyang Gyatso took the northern road to Shenni Linka in the south of Drepung Monastery, and along the way thousands of devout believers followed in the footsteps of the living Buddha from the sacred mountain to Yaowang Mountain.

The sky lake on the plateau is blue, and the mountain road of the snow ridge is endless.

Looking back behind them, a long snake meandered in the snow and stretched to the horizon, and they clung to the ice-covered earth with their beating hearts in an attempt to warm the desolate world.

Unable to realize that there were so many followers in his own ranks, Changyang Gyatso asked himself what he had not done for these people who believed in him without complaint, and that every one of them had a pure heart worthy of his devotion to the fire, and that he had won the affection of so many people for no reason, and now it made their hearts ache.

The northwest wind blew around the north of the mountain with ice beads, and there was a strong wind across the cracks of the mountain rocks, and its sound was like hearing a ghost cry. The frost and snow freeze the snow-covered mountains one after another, and they are the eternal ice of the town descended by the ghost king. The blue sky lake is like a bronze mirror reflecting the majestic and steep snow-capped peaks, strange and dreamlike. The snow cellar is icy, the frozen clouds are far away, and people's hearts are indescribably faint and vague regardless of sorrow, joy and sorrow.

Far from the ordinary, the world is like a dream......

Legend has it that the longevity world has never smelled the Dharma since ancient times, and one of the eight tribulations is the blessing of heaven.

Cangyang Gyatso stayed in the Potala Palace when he was young, often sitting alone on his knees in the corner of the majestic treasure hall, let the lamas look around, he was not naughty, he never had the memory of laughing and playing with people, under the solemn Buddha statue, he meditated on the past, present and future alone, but never really had the past, present and future, the epiphany in the ivory tower, lived up to the original intention of the Buddha.

The six ancestors of Zen Buddhism can master Huangmei Temple to receive the mantle of forbearance monks, before he was just a woodcutter who did not know big characters. However, sharpening the knife is a practice, chopping wood has an enlightened realm, troubles are like thorns, sitting and forgetting is Bodhi, he is accompanied by hunters, hiding in the mountains and forests for fifteen years, evading the pursuit of his brothers and sisters, hesitating back and forth in the world, experiencing millions of disasters, going to heaven and earth, birth and death, the knife mountain is moved by him, the sea of fire is turned by him, the heavenly dragon is ambushed by him, and the demon king is controlled by him, and he is definitely worthy of a generation of ancestors.

However, these great lamas of Tibetan Tantra have enjoyed happiness in the palace for generations, and they know the geometry of the warmth and coldness of the world, and they don't know where the suffering of all living beings comes from, and how they can cut off the root of suffering. When he was tired of the days in the palace and began to yearn for the worldly life under the holy mountain, his confusion began at this time.

The lamas complained that he lacked a little bit of the Dao heart, and they were often worried that it would be difficult to grow the Dao heart. During his lifetime, the Zao king often privately lamented his low ambitions, greedy for flowers and willows, and ruined Brahmanism. The lamas of the three major monasteries accused him of liking flashiness and unscrupulousness. He didn't care about these things, he was still a maverick.

But no one really understood what Cangyang Gyatso's troubles were. When he was at the pinnacle of the stillness and subtlety of Mahayana Buddhism, he realized life and death, reincarnation, and cause and effect...... I realized the subtle and profound meaning of the world, but I was tripped by the word "doubt" on the road of pilgrimage. Doubt is a great affliction, and the last affliction that cuts off greed, hatred, ignorance, and slowness is doubt.

He often wondered how many colors a white lotus flower had, whether it was white, blue, blood-red, purple, or black...... Just like the purest and true love in the world, every stage of the world changes unpredictably - just like a woman who can never be understood.

He once wrote a poem to satirize himself: the wild horses on the mountain are untamable, and they are still able to control their bodies; I sigh that my supernatural powers are empty, and I can't subdue the person next to the pillow!

The three words "pillow man" taught the teachers to misunderstand the meaning, and they were stunned to think that he had broken his vows...... There are so many such situations that people in later generations can only say that it is really a great air disaster for a person like him to descend into such a world.

This is the mountain road in May, last night the wind and snow first fell, it was also a steep early spring, Cangyang Gyatso saw the dense fog of dawn, and then walked forward and vaguely saw the outline of the mountains, like an abrupt giant standing in front of him. He asked: Is it there? Man replied: It's still far away. He spared his silk boots, but the thousands of prostrate believers behind him.

The fog has dissipated, and a shining white river has appeared from the fog, and in the early spring when the ice and snow are just about to melt, in the place where the cranes live in groups, the clouds that can be picked up with their hands above their heads are like a lamb, like a white tiger, like a new mound...... He moved slowly, never stopping for a moment. The moon sinks and the sun rises, the flowers fall and bloom, the snow rises, the snow stops again, and the tengu in the clouds turns to the head of a leopard...... The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, where the weather is changing and the charm is endless—I will leave you.

I'm going to leave you.

What is a lama doing in the hustle and bustle of the capital...... A sad smile appeared in Cangyang Gyatso's eyes.

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The beautiful Shenni Linka is the Buddhist garden to which Drepung Temple belongs, and the magnificent Lingta Mountain stands towering to the sky, and the cliffs are thousands, all like knife cuts. Here the mountains are treacherous, the narrow roads are rugged, the waters are crystal clear, the vast ice land is white and immaculate, the light smoke fills the end of the forest mountain road, the goose-yellow reeds and dripping icicles stand on both sides, and even a dead grass has spirituality, and every living creature looks at you with a clear and quiet eye.

All the lamas of Drepung, Gaden and Sera gather here for the final send-off ceremony for the deposed Holiness. The monks of the three major monasteries together have tens of thousands of people, in addition to countless lay believers and people. Dawa Dolma had already obtained the tacit approval of Guru Lobsang Yeshe and united with the teachers of the three major monasteries, with the covert assistance of many parties, to arm the monks with fire/guns and spears, and set up an ambush in the Linka on the outskirts of Drepung Monastery, preparing to snatch His Holiness Rosette from the hands of the Mongols and the Chin soldiers from the interior to Drepung Monastery in the middle of the ceremony, and then fight to the death with the enemies of Buddhism!

After Changyang Gyatso and his entourage arrived at Shenyi Linka, the hasty sacrifice and farewell ceremony began, he walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Drepung Monastery, bowed like the third Buddha, and walked out of Drepung Monastery, and boarded the carriage with iron locks in front of Senni Rinka in front of everyone.

At that moment, the weeping of the believers under the hillside shook the valley.

Cangyang Gyatso closed his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed from under his eyelids.

Hiding in the corner, Dawa Dolma could no longer bear such a heart-wrenching scene, she took out her loaded gun from her cuff and slammed it into the sky - three shots in a row, suggesting that the monks and believers acted in unison. This premeditated action turned into a semi-spontaneous armed incident, and many believers, who had not been contacted beforehand, rushed to the scene.

The black-veiled Dawa Dolma rushed to the front, burst the iron lock of the cage with one shot, and covered the monks behind him with a few shots, and several monks snatched him from the prisoner car without saying anything, and carried him to Drepung Monastery without even looking back.

The sound of gunshots and swords slashing outside the high walls shocked the Buddha's kindness, and the quiet and peaceful Shennilinka turned into a Shura hell overnight. Cangyang Gyatso was pressed on his chair by several fierce monks, and he couldn't even stand up, and the monks begged him in fear but firmly not to go out!

Lord Xizhu did not want to exchange fire with the monks and Tibetans, and passively commanded the battle. Soon, the monks of Drepung Monastery snatched back the wounded soldiers, all of them retreated to the temple, the gate was closed, and they held their positions.

Just now, Cangyang Gyatso recognized Dawa Dolma in the chaos of the army, and he knew that she did not return to Qiongjie and knew that she had come to Drepung Monastery, but he really did not expect her to do so.

At this time, the two people helped Dawa Zhuoma to hurry back from outside, only to see that the red blood on Dawa Zhuoma's right shoulder continued to gush out like spring water in an ice cave, soaking half of her robe, and her complexion quickly turned from pale to iron-blue.

Cangyang Gyatso shouted to the monks who were holding him: "Let me go—"

Many people brought clean cotton to press her wounds, but the soft and white cotton soon turned into red clumps of bloody cotton. Cangyang Gyatso ran over and quickly lifted her head back, tears raining down on her sweaty face.

"Maggie Ami—"

Dawa Dolma opened her eyes weakly and looked at him, her trembling lips as if she were about to say something. He put his ear to her lips and heard her say, "Don't cry, it's not time to ...... yet"

Cangyang Gyatso nodded, quickly wiped away her tears, peeled off her blood-coagulated clothes layer by layer, and sadly saw that there was a bloody hole the size of a chicken egg in her shoulder socket, and the surrounding fresh meat was blown up by the explosive force of the gun/powder, and the white bones were clearly visible in the deepest part of the wound, and the blood kept gushing. He thought that if Zao was still alive, maybe there would be a glimmer of hope, and the thought of this made his heart ache so much that he lost consciousness, and all hope turned into ashes almost in an instant.

Gongshun Khan received the information of the mutiny, and immediately dispatched troops and horses in a rage, surrounded Drepung Temple with heavy troops, and pushed a cannon with the most lethal power at that time, threatening to blow up the gate of this thousand-year-old temple. The monks in the temple resolutely refused to show weakness and vowed to live and die with the temple.

For two days and nights, Cangyang Gyatso stayed by the unconscious Dawa Dolma's side, perhaps because his telekinesis had been sensitive, perhaps because her perseverance was extraordinary, her wound had stopped bleeding, and her complexion had recovered a little, but the high fever did not go away, and sometimes she was convulsed. The most important thing now is to reduce the fever, and the medicine that should be used has been used, and I just hope that she can wake up.

He grabbed her hand and never let go of it, he thought willfully that as long as he didn't let go of her, she couldn't leave the world. It is said that the person who is hit by fire/gun, even if he does not die immediately, is sooner or later, and the lamas have little hope and persuade him to hurry up and chant to surpass her.

But Changyang Gyatso never believed that this would be the final end