Pure snow water on the Crystal Mountain

The dew on the bells

A fine wine made of nectar

The wise goddess should be in charge

Drink with a holy vow

You can not fall into the wrong way

-- Lobsang Rinchen Changyang Gyatso, the sixth Gelug His Holiness

Although it was all done in secret, the news spread because too many people were implicated: the monks who went down with the rosette that day reprimanded, degraded, and expelled were all punished by different ways, and now those who served the rosette are more cautious than before.

The lamas painstakingly advised the rosette to be diligent in cultivation, and if the mind is settled in one state, one can get a sense of lightness, good thinking, good protection, and not lightly try bad tastes. However, his melancholy gaze seemed to penetrate the pane of Kadamphi and gaze on the clouds, mountains, trees, and seas on the other side of the Lhasa River, and the poet's romantic feelings could not be understood by these lamas who had been immersed in the scriptures and texts all their lives.

Even though the first time he drank it was not very good, he still regarded it as a sacred and precious experience, perhaps to play hide and seek with the shrewd Zao, and I heard that he later wrote a rather solemn Taoist song, which was presented to the Zao by the gurus with great care.

The corner of the mouth of the Tibetan King Sanjay Gyatso finally showed a smile of relief, and he immediately led the vast group of ministers into the palace to plead guilty, saying that this qiē was all because he and his subordinates did not understand the Brahmanic mind of the lotus seat, and in the future, he should take the lead and work harder to solve the worries of the lotus.

Sitting on the throne of the golden dragon of the gods, Cangyang Gyatso watched with a sigh of relief as the officials prostrate their heads, or he was not willing to accept such a prostration. This is already the way the Zao king has always done this, and if he lifts a person up, the less excuse he has to indulge his desires, as the Zao and the gurus probably think so.

In the lower reaches of the Brahmaputra River, there is a large area of flat land, where the climate is warm, the soil is fertile, and some childhood memories often reappear in dreams, and during the autumn harvest season, the lark flies from the corner of the door, gently shakes a pair of dusty wings, and lands at the palace gate of the Potala, bringing the barley seeds that my grandmother has beaten with her own hands.

Early in the morning, after fasting, Rinchen Ongmu had put on a stick of incense, and when he heard that His Holiness had sent someone from the rosette, the little novice who had delivered the things stopped outside the gate, and a tray covered with yellow satin was brought in by the bhikshuni who served him.

I have long been determined to reply to the Lotus of His Holiness a letter, but it has been delayed again and again, and I have not even replied a word until now. Say thank you? Say sorry? It felt unnatural to say anything, and it was a waste of ink in her stomach. But isn't it, the girl's family is in Buddhism, what can she say to a lama leader?

Renzhen Weng Mu glanced at the yellow satin curtain, the embroidered flying crane cloud pattern on it was quite eye-catching, she wanted to finish copying the scriptures and then look at the things below, just because the curtain was beautifully embroidered, she couldn't help but want to pick it open with her fingers to see, she didn't think that such a big tray was just an ear of wheat on it.

"This is ......" Renzhen Weng Mu picked up and looked at it carefully, and heard the bhikshuni beside him slowly reply: "If you go back to Gege, this thing is the raw material of the staple food of Tsamba in Tibet, barley. ”

Since Renzhen Weng Mu entered the palace, the delicacies that she has eaten every day are specially provided by the Tibetan Palace, and she has never eaten a real rice cake, she covered her mouth with her slender and translucent fingers and smiled: "Tsamba...... Giggles, it's so ugly, it must not taste good. ”

The bhikshuni clasped his hands together and replied in a warm voice: "The smell is mellow, the entrance is crisp and soft, and it can also be mixed with various famous teas from the mainland, such as red, green, black, yellow, white, flower tea, etc., with different tastes......

Renzhen Weng Mu flew away with the barley spike in his mind, what did His Holiness Rosary mean by sending someone to send this thing? He's such a weird person, and if nothing else, it's funny that a lama can write poetry. In early spring, the peach blossom trees planted under the mountain of his apse bent their branches, red, pink, and white...... It wasn't until early summer that the first time it was defeated, and I didn't see him once during the long flowering period, and no one cared about it when the good flowers bloomed, so I knew how boring he was.

In fact, Renzhen Weng Mu didn't understand, Cangyang Gyatso didn't go to Taolin all to avoid suspicion. Renzhen Weng Mu guessed that he was a boring person, so he randomly got some Hu Ruda and sent someone to send him over to return the gift. After receiving it, Cangyang Gyatso pinched a piece with his hand and put it in his mouth, completely ignoring the opposition of the monks around him: "Rosette, please don't taste it yourself, please spit it out, once something ominous is added, teach us how to explain it to the second division......"

Instead, Cangyang Gyatso pinched a few more pieces and put them in his mouth: "This cheese is delicious, you can also taste the reads;." With that, his handful figure walked through the corridor in front of Kadamphi towards the Saranzon Jie Buddha Hall.

On the top of the black Sumeru Mountain, there are white clouds in the shape of lotus flowers, one by one continuously, surrounded by the iron mountain with a soft body, a group of white cranes flew in the distance, cruising around the base of the mountain, tightly binding the white clouds on it, the echo from the neck of the crane is the sacred Sanskrit sound, so that the white clouds like cotton and the mountain ridges like iron miraculously fit together, more and more silky, more and more happy, many transparent empty lines appear and disappear in the clouds, flowers scattered in the sky, and gradually feel hearty......

The aftertaste of the sweet fragrance of the dream is more useful than any human delicacy, and at night, when Cangyang Gyatso has been tossing and turning in bed for a few rounds, the hidden meaning of this dream is self-evident in the gradually awakened mind. According to the scriptures, if a practitioner attains Prajna, he will see all kinds of manifestations of the Void Mother in his dreams or in concentration, and the Void Mother is not a feminine concept as recognized by the world, so only a living Buddha who has practiced very deeply can have the ability to be surrounded by many Empty Masters without ignorance, and Cangyang Gyatso knows that his practice is still shallow, and he must not tell this dream to the Guru.

In the north corner of Kadamphi sits a rarity that has crossed the ocean, it is said that this is the largest mercury mirror in the world, this precious dressing mirror is inlaid in a pure gold oval frame, the frame is supported by two ear-like hinges on a heavy pure gold solid base, the frame and the base are matched later, the whole is more than one person high, there is a line of Western characters on the mirror that can never be erased: willis, when the Willis people found that it is not practical to reflect the image of the whole person without a mirror as high as the person, This kind of mercury mirror, which is the same height as a person, is rarely produced, and has even become a rare antique in Western Europe.

On a snowy afternoon, Cangyang Gyatso stood in front of the mirror, took off the satin hat on his head, and imagined that he had grown many braids, which were smooth and shiny in the sun, and the braids were slightly tied with golden silk threads made of pearls, which fluttered and flew with the rotation of his body, and even the goddess was a little inferior. If you can become a lama just by wearing a red and yellow robe, then wouldn't the golden wild cranes on the lake also be able to surpass sentient beings? The Buddha still has 32 phases and 80 kinds of goodness, why does the Dharma King have no winter calendar and summer is always the same, so he has to grow his hair!

When he makes such a decision in his heart, no one can change that decision unless the head no longer belongs to him.

After the winter, there was less farm work and more idlers, and the business of selling wine in Syracuse became prosperous.

Mingxin's original name was Maggie Ami, she was the daughter of an ordinary peasant family in Lhasa, in addition to raising horses, Abba, Grandma and Brother usually live by running a tavern, after the winter, the tavern's business suddenly improved, Maggie Ami came back to help, the family did not know her other identity, thinking that she was just to supplement the family in the Tibetan palace to do some chores.

As soon as Maggie Ami got home, she took off her satin clothes, changed into her grandmother's homespun dress, took off her exquisite brocade boots, put on her brother's big riding boots, wrapped her hair in a beautiful braided black turban, and hid her white hands in fat and long sleeves, so that the image of the fair girl was greatly diminished, and it was easy to deal with those difficult drunks in the tavern.

After helping out in the tavern for a few days, Maggie Ami had to secretly return to the Potala Palace at night to take care of the delicate concubine, Renzhen Wengmu. If the king strictly follows the orders of the king, Maji Ami is not allowed to go home, but fortunately, the king is a busy person who does not go to the Three Treasures Hall with nothing to do, unless the throne of the Dharma King has something to do, and he rarely enters the palace in normal times.

In the past two years, the lamas have fully understood the temper of His Holiness Rosette and know how to follow the Mamo-Maha to make him happy, so that the Zao can free up his hands to fight with the Lasang Khan, who occupies other people's territory.

Since the death of the fifth king, he cultivated the sixth, pacified the Tibetan people, served the Qing court, and governed Mongolia, and set up a monument for the predecessors, and opened the foundation for the descendants.

Sanjay Gyatso had a high prestige in the eyes of the people, and the rosette regarded him as his father. For example, he was twenty years older than the lotus, and on any occasion he honored the rosette as "Guru", "Guru", "Living Buddha", "Rizeng", "Enlightenment", "Venerable...... Among these supreme titles, there is no one that is a symbol of real power.

At dawn, Mingxin slipped back to the palace, and sure enough, as soon as the morning dawned, Renzhen Weng Mu called someone to invite her, saying that the king of Zao sent someone to send many lovely things into the palace last night, many of which had not yet been unpacked, and wanted to wait for her sister to come back and open them together to play.

There is a saying in the families of ordinary people that to support a girl, you must try to be as good as possible to her, because the girl will marry after not staying at home for a few years, and no one will spoil her when she arrives at her husband's house. Most of the Tibetan kings have also heard this kind of saying, so they treat Renzhen Weng Mu so well that people gossip, but Mingxin knows that the destination of Ren Zhen Weng Mu is not the shrewd and capable Zao King, but the ambitious Lasang Khan.

Thinking of this, Mingxin couldn't help but lose her mind, Renzhen Weng Mu looked at the satin box in her hand and was anxious: "Sister, open it quickly, see what is in there?" ”

"Oh." Mingxin nodded slightly, opened the exquisite hexagonal satin box in his hand, and a piece of delicate rouge paste came into view, Mingxin deliberately teased her: "The king of Zao sent this thing to you, sister, you ...... What should I send to Zao? ”

Renzhen Weng Mu stared at the piece of rouge, and his white and tender little hand swept his hot cheeks: "Hmph, he knows everything when he does." ”

Mingxin knew that she actually liked it, Mingxin opened a long small box again, a delicate folding fan lay inside, she carefully took it out, unfolded, and unfolded into a plane, the two fan bones "clicked" and fixed in a small groove, advanced are a little scary, the round fan is the size of a watermelon, and a Han beauty is painted on it, also holding a fan.

Mingxin smiled and said: "Hehe, you see, this is the latest invention in the mainland, and it couldn't be more exquisite." ”

Renzhen Ongmu said: "If you like it, I will give it to you, you can face it every day Amitabha, hehehe......"

Mingxin said: "I know that my sister has always liked Han customs, which was sent by the king of Zao from Jiangnan with ten horses to exchange it back, I don't dare to ask for it, besides, I am not suitable for this kind of fan, I should also take the kind of 'Peach Blossom Nunnery Master'." ”

"Who is the owner of the Peach Blossom Temple?"

Mingxin deliberately laughed: "The master of the Peach Blossom Nunnery doesn't know who it is, it's really in vain for you to write poems and lyrics." ”

Rinchen Ongmu couldn't help but think of Cangyang Gyatso, this is naturally a trap. Renzhen Weng Mu suddenly remembered something, and went to the ground with Mingxin's men: "Sister, you come with me, I have something to show you." ”

"What is it?" Mingxin walked over with a fan, and there was a silver tray under a yellow satin curtain, and on the tray was an ear of barley.

"This was sent by His Holiness Rosette a few days ago, and I really don't understand what he means." Injin Onmu held his chin as if he was a little angry.

Thinking about it left and right, I really don't understand what it means. Renzhen Ongmu also saw it, and couldn't help but say: "This is not as good as Zao, whether things are good or bad, people can see at a glance, I don't like such unhappy people!" ”

Mingxin smiled, after all, Renzhen Weng Mu is a Mongolian Gege, his temper is a little bit, and his personality is undoubtedly bold, but she doesn't understand, the Dharma King is different from the King of Zao, the Dharma King is the spiritual leader of this land, he will not buy people's hearts with ten horses in exchange for the rare things of his daughter's family, and he can't even exchange hearts for hearts, he can only "make friends"