Dark clouds with yellow edges and black hearts

It is the root cause of frost hail

A monk who is not a monk or a layman

It is the enemy of the Holy Religion and Dharma

-- Lobsang Rinchen Changyang Gyatso

In 1705 A.D., that is, the twelfth year of the Tibetan calendar, the "angels" sent by the Kangxi Emperor arrived in Tibet and enshrined Lasang Khan as "Yifa Gongshun Khan" and gave a gold seal, but the "deposition of the fake living Buddha" played by Lasang Khan was not express.

Angel Heshou and others secretly brought a clever physiognomy master to Tibet, intending to pay homage to the dignity of this sixth living Buddha to prove his true body. On the same day, the face master accompanied Master He into the Potala Palace to meet the living Buddha, and Cangyang Gyatso personally received them. Afterwards, the face master and Master He said, "This is the appearance of the sage", and the meaning is self-evident. However, according to confidential information provided by Gongshun Khan, Cangyang Gyatso had a two-year-old illegitimate son who was being raised in the Potala Palace. Lord He was shocked when he heard this, and this incident was completely consistent with the folk rumors of the suave corpses, and the previous three major monastic masters defended Cangyang Gyatso's defense of the words of "playing samadhi and unbroken vows", which were self-defeating for a while. Soon, the angel and his party returned to Beijing to resume their lives.

After the angel left, Lhasa was gradually turned into a terrifying giant cage by Yifa Gongshun Khan, and the Potala Palace was full of his ears and eyes, the monks wore red and yellow robes, and they all looked the same on the outside, and no one knew who was on which side in their hearts.

But no one would have thought that this period was the most enjoyable and satisfying time in Cangyang Gyatso's life.

The moment he took Dawa Dolma, who was determined to die, from the wall, he had deeply understood the suffering in this woman's heart, and the nourishment of love was of course what every woman longed for, but she needed the compassion of Buddha nature more at this moment.

He told her that it was wrong to commit suicide or try to get pregnant, and that a deeper sin would lead her into a deeper cycle of cause and effect. As a woman, you can redeem your sins by giving a new life, this is the reincarnation of karmic retribution, it is inevitable, not a coincidence, it is a blessing, not a curse, because she takes refuge sincerely, the bodhisattva guides the unjust soul who died in vain under her gun to reincarnate, to be her child, to collect debts from her, to give her a chance to repay her debts in this life and this life, how can this be the devil's arrangement?

Dawa Dolma suddenly realized, threw herself into his arms and cried loudly, crying out all the grievances and regrets in her heart. After that, he carried her back to Gdangki, and gently coaxed her to sleep on the warm and soft bed. The red-haired auspicious Heavenly Mother turned into a phase of silence in the quiet night sky.

A few months later, Dawa Dolma gave birth to a lovely boy in the midst of a happy and peaceful summer season, named Wangdui, which means sexual and spiritual beauty in Tibetan. Cangyang Gyatso regarded this little wangdui, who was very much like his mother, as a treasure, and couldn't wait to accept him as a disciple in his infancy. Xiao Wangdui thrived in the palace, slowly learned to walk, learned to speak, and when his tongue was a meteor, he would call Cangyang Gyatso "Agu Dunpa" - his uncle Guru.

Whenever Xiao Wangdui asked to go to the small lotus pond in the West Sunshine Hall to play, Dawa Zhuoma sternly admonished him not to cry loudly, but as soon as the child who could walk saw Agu Dunba in the window, he couldn't help but catch his masterpiece and forced him to come out and play with his grandmother.

The river flows slowly

It can make the fish more open-minded

The fish relaxed

Both body and mind can be refreshed

The person who is in love in my heart

If you can grow old like this

It's like being in the ocean

Pick up the treasures

Love seeped into the bottom of my heart

Would you like to be a partner with me

Iren replied softly

Unless you die, you will never be separated

Lan Xinhui's Dawa Zhuoma picked up a stack of poems that had been scratched by the child from the ground, and then looked at his big boy-like figure in the distance, and a sweet smile gradually rippled on his lips.

He must be the embodiment of Guanyin Bodhisattva, his emotional wisdom is as complete as the boundless sea, his poetry entrusts all the reason and passion of a secular man, but it is by no means narrower than that, I am afraid there is nothing in this world that his wisdom can not understand and cannot solve, although he will also experience birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and parting, and ask for no suffering, but she respects him from the bottom of her heart, because he is first her Bodhisattva, and then her lover, so "respect" is more satisfying than "love".

The generous gift given by God to Cangyang Gyatso is not only poetry and love, but also a deeper understanding in Buddhism, there is no more, there is nothing, there is nothing, there is nothing, there is no existence, full of compassion and joy and pure and equal awareness, silently nourishing the heart in the Dharma, raising it to the full moon-like roundness, only to suddenly realize that the heart is unattainable in the past, the heart is unattainable now, and the heart is unattainable in the future, he is grateful to all beings with tears, and the snow-capped mountains seem to nod slightly.

In one of his tears, a qiē enemy turned into a Buddha.

If you are on the edge of an abyss, you can walk out of a smooth path with your eyes closed, without any obstacles and dangers.

Born into a poor herdsman family, Cangyang Gyatso had no foundation in politics, and as long as his image was destroyed in the eyes of the people and received a holy message from the Qing emperor, he could achieve his goal without a single soldier.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is a dead game of chess, and it is bound to lose; In the eyes of the Sage, this is a game, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose.

The difference between all saints is only one thought, but one thought is bad, and the mind is bad, and the realm is completely different.

The Lammu Monastery's Fuzhong Zhimu Gyaltsen came to the Potala Palace just to play a game of Go with the young King Rosette. It was the first time the two of them had met, and Chioki Gyaltsen's chess skills were superb, and the young Dharma King was naturally no match for him. Cangyang Gyatso was cornered by Chigi Gyaltsen, and almost the entire chessboard was occupied by Tomoki Gyaltsen's sunspots, while his whites only had a slight advantage in a few small corners, but he could not save the doomed situation.

Chigi Gyaltsen wanted to imply that the current situation was so critical that it burned his eyebrows! He picked up a black piece, knocked on the chessboard, and cut off the chess path of the two white pieces with a snap, which was to remind the calm Dharma King on the opposite side that a catastrophe was coming, why didn't he take action quickly!

Cangyang Gyatso just looked up at him, smiled knowingly, and then placed his white pieces outside the chessboard, densely and casually in a circle, and some were even stacked together.

Zhimu Gyaltsen was puzzled, and couldn't help but ask: "Why are all the white pieces of the rosette placed outside the chessboard?" ”

Cangyang Gyatso replied with a smile: "The chessboard is too small, there is no place to put it, so I have to put it outside to reads;." ”

Zhimu Gyaltsen looked at him with a solemn expression, probably wondering if he could play chess or not.

Zhimu Gyaltsen pondered for a long time before he said: "Rosette, the rules of chess cannot be set by any one on both sides of the challenge, if the rosette does not follow the rules, there is no need to compete, even if you lose." ”

"How can this seat not know, God-man, please see." Cangyang Gyatso pointed to the fruitful peach tree at the foot of the mountain: "This lush peach forest has been around for hundreds of years, and the Dharma kings of the past generations have personally taken care of it. ”

Zhimu Gyaltsen thought to himself, such a simple matter can be answered by a child, he said: "On the blessed field of all living beings, there are good causes and good results, and evil causes and evil results are planted, and Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are powerless." ”

Cangyang Gyatso smiled and nodded: "The gods think about it in turn, the peach forest has its own Buddha and Bodhisattva care, and those little bees, little fluttershy, little birds, and little insects steal and choose in the peach forest, what is the hindrance to Yu Dao?" Why should Buddhas and Bodhisattvas be restless about these trivial things of sesame mung beans? ”

Zhimu Gyaltsen suddenly discovered that Cangyang Gyatso's heart was so broad that there were no boundaries, and it was the mind of "Nobita" who contained all the voids and all over the Dharma Realm, and his heart suddenly rose with infinite respect for this young Dharma King.

Since His Holiness Rosette knew the times and possessed a high degree of wisdom from the world, there was no need for Zhimu Gyaltsen to linger here too long, and before leaving, Changyang Gyatso gave him many proverbs. At that time, Zhimu Gyaltsen did not expect that these words would be the last testament:

In future lives, when sentient beings are confused and upside down, drunk and dreaming of death, the gods and men must educate sentient beings with the five precepts and ten virtues, so that sentient beings can accumulate merit and virtue, and stay away from greed, hatred, ignorance, and slowness. If you encounter sentient beings who have deep habits and are strong and difficult to change, do not rush to achieve it, do not have to be reluctant, follow the size of the root organs of sentient beings, and give them ten places and three vehicles. If you can make sentient beings respect the five precepts and ten virtues, enjoy the blessings of heaven, and not fall into the evil path, it is also considered a merit, but do not stop here, when the opportunity is ripe, you should still complete all sentient beings to become enlightened, and the merits of gods and men are immeasurable.

At the gate of the palace, a sixty-year-old man knelt in front of a young man in his twenties and said goodbye respectfully: "The little god respects the teachings of the rosette. ”

The mist of the setting sun sank to the horizon, and Zhimu Gyaltsen's chariot and horse gradually moved away.

Changyang Gyatso had not left the palace for a long time, and now, Gongshun Khan's eyes and ears had turned into a real sword, and he was semi-house arrested, as if he was waiting for a holy message.

And he no longer complained, he just felt that he could not live up to the loyal believers and the enslaved Tibetans, as a living Buddha, he could do very little for sentient beings, and he could only pin this wish on the teachers, lamas, khenpos and blowings of the major monasteries.

Looking back on the past, his mother's face is still vaguely still in his memory, he was not born like this, if it weren't for the fact that Jirui's heavenly thunder happened to knock down his family's old god cypress when he came into the world, he should be enjoying a free herding life now.

He was able to pick out the brushes and jade ruyi used by the Fifth Dharma King during his lifetime, and he was able to recite the profound and subtle Mahayana Buddhism without any obstacles.

But he didn't regret it at all, because participating in the Dharma is the highest enjoyment of life, and this special fate is not available to everyone, and another reason is that he can fall in love with Dawa Dolma, and what she gave him was the most beautiful and sweetest love in the world. What else does he have to complain about, he really has nothing but gratitude in his heart.

However, when the old lamas who were with His Holiness saw that Cangyang Gyatso could only wander around the palace gate, they were all sad and wept