In this short life

You are so treated

I don't know when I was a teenager in the next life

Can we meet again?

-- Lobsang Rinchen Changyang Gyatso

When Dawa Dolma woke up, everything was over.

The lamas of the three major monasteries returned to their original places in silence and grief, Drepung Monastery restored its former tranquility, the gates were not broken, the monks did not die, the believers dispersed, and a tragedy that was about to be staged turned into a war in an instant.

She opened her weak eyelids, rolled her eyes, and saw Guru Lobsang Yesi sitting cross-legged beside her, the rosary in her hand rolling slowly, and the faint sound of wooden fish coming from afar.

Why is it so quiet? What about him? What about Cangyang Gyatso? What about her love? What about her heart! Who did she not hesitate to pay for with her life!

The old guru's silent answer was the wisest answer.

She suddenly knew that he was still gone.

When the two sides were about to exchange fire, and the monks and officers and soldiers were about to pay a terrible price for him, he pulled out the treasure digging and forced himself to kill himself, walked out of the monastery alone, walked into the encirclement of the Mongol soldiers, and boarded the carriage escorting the Beijing division.

A Maggie Ami is already the biggest mistake he has committed in his life, he can no longer watch so many people fight against him, how many filial sons and grandsons have fathers and mothers among these monks, how many enthusiastic people in the believers who give up their lifelong partners, and how many ignorant young men in the Mongolian soldiers who are not deeply involved in the world...... After all, Cangyang Gyatso could not play the role of a lover and hide in a castle of flesh and blood to reunite with his lover, he was after all a sacrifice for the Dharma, and now, in order to save Maggie Ami and to atone for his sins, he has become willing to be able to make this sacrifice.

He entrusted one last thing to Guru Lobsang Yeshe: Dawa Dolma's attachment in this life is too deep, and the karma for becoming a monk is not yet ripe, so he asks the lama to persuade her to return to the world and send her back to Qiongjie to reunite with her relatives, and when the karma is ripe in the future, there will be a bodhisattva to save her.

Only Guru Lobsang Yeshe could handle this, so Cangyang Gyatso delivered it with peace of mind and left without any worries.

Again and again, love and kindness are intertwined, I can no longer distinguish which is more and which is less, my compassion for you is like your attachment to me, if compassion and attachment can make people sacrifice their lives, you are a bodhisattva who came specifically for me, when I sank to the bottom of despair, I instead flew to the top of Mount Meru, and saw the ins and outs of a qiē, five hundred years ago, you looked back at me on the other side of the Jiupin Lotus Pond and smiled, but I misunderstood it as a mercy, five hundred years later, I came to the holy mountain in the mountains and pastures, but walked into your tavern, This encounter, as everyone knows, as early as in the ancient Buddha land planted the cause, and we have reaped the fruit in this miserable world, after falling in love with you, how sweet love is as expected to be, I once attributed this qiē to your Bo Xing, now I understand, I was too frivolous, misunderstood your holy and immaculate smile, it turned out that I, after all, was a black-hearted and short-lived prodigal son......

When they arrived near Qinghai Lake, they had already walked for more than 70 days and nights, and they were still followed by scattered worshippers. Cangyang Gyatso stepped out of the carriage and came to a teenage girl, her little black hands clasped to the ground were already covered with chilblains, she did not dare to look up at the deposed Dharma King, or in her heart, he was a great martyr at all, she prostrate at his feet motionless, if he stepped on her, he would not have moved, she measured every inch of land he walked with her thin body, although slowly but perseveringly, sometimes her figure was blocked by the hillside for days, It wasn't until Xingyuan stopped to rest that he had a chance to meet her.

Cangyang Gyatso crouched down and clasped his hand on the back of her head, and the warm compassion was transmitted to her soul, making her feel extremely happy. According to legend, as long as you see the face of a living Buddha, you can never fall into the evil path. If you receive the blessing of the palm of the living Buddha, then not to mention, you will enjoy the blessings of heaven forever.

Cangyang Gyatso didn't say anything, returned to the carriage, and continued to drive. The girl turned around and returned.

As Cangyang Gyatso was about to leave the Tibetan Plateau, Dawa Dolma was gradually recovering under the careful care of Guru Lobsang Yeshe, and at this time, the escort team was walking around the shore of Qinghai Lake, and it was difficult to catch up with him.

Guru Lobsang Yeshe handed her a piece of poetry, which was the last thing Cangyang Gyatso left her. She unfolded with tears, and when she finished reading, tears rolled down, the tendons of her right arm were broken, she could no longer hold a gun, she could not even hold a piece of papyrus, and with a sudden, a page of poetry fell to the ground......

I used to worry about hurting the Brahman

When you enter the mountains, you may not fall into the city

There is a dharma of both worlds

Live up to it

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People say that Qinghai Lake is the largest and most beautiful lake in the land of China.

"Qinghai" got its name probably because of its size and its blue color. There are large fields of flowers growing on the shore of the lake all year round, millions of acres of golden rape flowers even the blue sky and clear water, purple tulips achieve a magnificent spectacle that can not be seen at a glance, and the white cranes gracefully skim the vast water surface, so beautiful that people cry. The rain and snow are like a violent monarch sending thousands of troops and horses to sweep the lake and set off thousands of huge waves, after the huge waves, the rain and the sky are clear, obedient like a three-year-old child, the huge rainbow bridge spans the east and west banks, a blue sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Cangyang Gyatso traveled to this place, and suddenly a sense of nostalgia rose. This is exactly the place he longs for, and perhaps he doesn't want to go anymore when he comes here. Gongshun Khan sent people to poison their diet, and the effect of the medicine was slow, but it was enough to kill. Officials in the interior all knew that he was sick, and he was very sick, with a long mountain road and no medical treatment, so I am afraid that he would not be able to hold out to the capital.

He took out a charcoal pen, tore a strip from the yellow robe, wrote a poem, then handed the poem to the people who accompanied him, and walked alone to the shore of Qinghai Lake, where the water of the lake gently rippled, and the soft breeze blew the crimson robe and the long crown belt, and he sat among a field of flowers, clasped his palms together, and closed his eyes...... A grumbling woman came to his mind.

She asked, "Why can't you be a man I can love, but a living Buddha that I can't reach?"

He replied: All beings in the realm of desire are reincarnated because of love, and the suffering of reincarnation lies in the six realms. The love in the six realms is sensual love and ego love. Covetousness, possession, exclusivity, resentment, entangled in death...... I have tried all the psychology of love, and I have let go of it, and after letting it go, I will be at ease. "I" is just a microcosm of all living beings, why cling to "me".

She asked: But my heart has been hurt by you, you are worthy of the world but only sorry for a woman, is it also merciful to be so affectionate as you?

He replied, "The heart is not in your breast, nor in your mind, nor in your dictation." If there is a heart, where is the heart in the past? Where is the heart now? Where is the heart of the future? It can be seen that there was no intention, but since there is no intention, how can there be a thousand holes!

She asked: I don't understand, I just ask why there are so many regrets in this world?

He replied: No amount of happiness in the world will make people feel satisfied, just because of one word, greed. A qiē regret is not born of greed.

She asked: Okay. Then I ask you, how can I stop my heart from feeling lonely?

He replied: Prince Siddhartha had an epiphany under the Bodhi tree and became a Buddha, and saw that all living beings have the wisdom and virtue of the Buddha, but because ignorance cannot be realized, everyone's own nature is full and complete, and the ultimate goal of life is not to find the other half, but to explore the truth of life in the universe and return to one's original face.

She said, "I'd love to hear your advice, but I'm afraid I can't."

He replied: The Buddha is the person who has come before, and the person is the Buddha of the future. Someday, you will do it.

A heart-rending pain interrupted his thoughts, and when he opened his eyes, the rape flowers all over the mountains were full of color, and they were full of enchantment. He slowly stood up with his hands digging for treasures, and walked to the depths of the sea of flowers, the color was not different from the sky, the eyes were dark and silent, and his limbs were weak, he had to walk quickly.

In a trance, he forgot the technique of laying out the colors and the rhythm of poetry and songs, and also forgot the bitter and frustrating love affair and the tossing and turning career, he forgot his name, the color of the landscape, the shape of the world,

I remember the year before last in Sera Monastery gathered people to set up an altar, held a grand debate competition, the disciples of the Theravada master gathered together, so lively, Cangyang Gyatso sat on the throne and silently listened to the debaters discuss the Dharma, only one year old Xiao Wangdui sat on his lap and followed the crowd to learn words, the first sentence he learned was "Amitabha", at that time I really liked him as an uncle and teacher...... A stream of red blood poured out of his heart, and he instantly fell to the pebble shoal by the lake, the last of which supported him to crawl into the depths of the lake, and at this moment, on the top of the mountain to the west, the white clouds were fluttering, and it was the devout believers who lit the sacred incense of blessing for him.

The news of the death of the Living Buddha was quickly reported to Lhasa.

That night, Dawa Dolma had a dream that would never come true:

She knelt under the throne of the temple, stretched out her hand and pulled the corner of his sandalwood scented clothes, gave up all her dignity as a woman, and prayed in a pitiful tone: "Please, promise me, be a man who can make me love, not an unattainable living Buddha, okay?" ”

He graciously lifted her up, wiped away her tears, and replied softly, "Yes." ”

"Really?" She asked incredulously.

"Really." He kissed her forehead: "From now on, I only love you, and I can give up everything in the world, including all my previous insistences." ”

She cried and said, "You—you can't lie to me. ”

He smiled and cupped her tear-wet cheeks, kissed her gently and subtly, the tips of his beautiful eyelashes trembling in the faint light, and then he leaned over to kiss every inch of her skin, the soft breathing sound almost inaudible in his ears......

When she woke up in the morning, cold tears wet her sideburns and trickled down the side of her face to her pillow