The blue sky, pure and lofty. There are white clouds on the edge of the sky, and under the mysterious blue sky, there seems to be a hidden call from the ancients, as if people's souls are lost in it, if they are not purified, they will forever walk through this endless void. Under the clouds on the horizon, there are boundless blue or yellow mountains, vast and desolate, and on the more distant mountains, there are snow-capped, and an indescribable desolate and desolate desert breath permeates between heaven and earth.

This is the northern part of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau with an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, the mountain range rises from Kunlun, connects the Gangdisi Mountain and the Nianqing Tanggula Mountain, there is the Gobi grassland, there is the secret land of the snowy region, which is not only the Kunlun fairyland that connects the heavenly realm in the legend, but also the most mysterious Tibetan secret place.

Among the several intermittent, undulating hillsides, there is an unknown lake. The water of the lake is blue, reflecting the white clouds in the sky, and it seems that the sky is falling down. The shape of the lake varies from mountain range to mountain, and the narrow part is like a ditch, but the wide part can reflect the unreachable snow-capped peak. In the middle of the lake, there are occasional ripples of water, and under the blue surface of the lake, it seems that a monster will poke its head out at any time.

In the whistling wind, there was a faint crisp sound of bells. A child of about seven or eight years old, wrapped in a gray-black blanket, looked at the sheep on the grass with a blank expression, and gnawed on the withered yellow grass among the rocks that had already exposed the yellow surface.

With a crisp eagle's chirp, a black shadow swept across the sky like lightning, and the child unconsciously looked up. I saw a stone fall out of the eagle's talons, and with a "bang", a sheep was knocked out. Then it spreads its wings and glides. Rushing to the flock, he grabbed the sheep and flew through the air. A stone grazed the goshawk, but it fell into the lake, "damn ......" A strong man in his forties ran over angrily, and when he saw that the goshawk had flown away, he turned his head and reprimanded the child.

The kid seemed to be accustomed to the strong man's reprimand, and sniffled indifferently. Suddenly he turned his head and looked down the hill. With the crisp sound of bells and the equally crisp sound of horses' hooves, the four horsemen slowly walked along the lake.

On the horse at the front, sitting is a middle-aged lama. With his eyes slightly closed, his face was as square as a rock, and the silver prayer wheel in his hand was rotating very regularly. The three horses in the back were walked on foot by three little lamas holding the reins in turn. Two of them on horseback. Carrying some blankets and clothes, another horse was dragging a wooden cart.

The strong man was stunned at first, and then he ran down in ecstasy, and inadvertently got mixed under his feet, and rolled straight down, and he jumped up without hesitation, shouting in his mouth. He prostrate in front of the horse's head.

The middle-aged lama turned over and dismounted, turning the prayer wheel. While reciting the scriptures softly. The strong man bowed and bowed until the figures of the four lamas disappeared on the other side of the hillside, and still did not get up. It is clear that this strong man is a nomadic Tibetan, although there is a small lake here, and the grassland is fertile, but it is far from the herdsmen's settlements, except for wild beasts, there are few people, let alone those lamas who are rarely seen.

Turning the hillside, the front is flat, already half-weathered, full of large and small stones, the lamas are unhurriedly marching in one direction, the feet of a diagonal stretch of withered yellow, and the edge of the sky seems to have been blended into the clouds of the snow peaks, forming a sharp contrast, and the red robes on the four lamas, big and small, are even more prominent.

In the sound of horses' hooves, a low mountain finally appeared in front of it, saying that it was a peak, but in fact it was just a weathered square earthen ridge on the Gobi, which was very ordinary and had no special features. It's just that there is a place in the middle that seems to be painted with white paint, but it is eye-catching and abnormal. From a distance, it looks like those ancient castles built on the mountains in medieval Europe, between the concave and convex, the layers are clear, there are windows and doors, but it looks so vicissitudes of life.

The four lamas stopped from a distance, and from the angle where they were, the square earth slope under the blue sky had a huge and sacred feeling, and the pink and white embedded in the middle of the Gobi yellow sand was so mysterious, like the most dazzling palace in the ancient castle.

The middle-aged lama looked up and sat cross-legged while the other three young lamas had placed their horses down, and they unloaded their belongings on their backs, and spread their bedding and blankets on the wooden cart. One of the younger lamas turned out a brass-colored basin and poured water from the bladder into it, while the other held a small square box, and the last of them had a new set of monk's robes and prayer flags and ribbons in his hands.

The prayer wheel in the middle-aged lama's hand sped up, and he also read out a verse with a rapid and strange pronunciation, and walked up with the three little lamas accordingly. When you get closer, you can see that it is nothing more than a hollowed-out cave. It was at this moment that the sunlight came obliquely, and through the half of the window, it was faintly visible.

The inside of the cave is extremely simple, not as sacred as it seems from the outside, it can even be said to be rough, empty except for an earthy yellow, seemingly carved statue of humanity sitting in the middle. The statue was life-size, with auspicious double-plated hands, hands spread on each knee, but strangely, the statue seemed to be naked, with long hair, eyebrows and beard hanging down to the chest, and nothing else in the cave except cobwebs.

The middle-aged lama led the way through the entrance below, and one of the little lamas lit a torch, burned away the cobwebs, and then inserted the torch, and walked respectfully and quietly to the statue, "Tashi, we're here to take you back......

Another lama with a wooden box in his hand opened the alley and took out a towel from it, and carefully wiped it from the forehead and eyes of the statue, and the water in the copper basin was muddy, and when he washed the hands of the statue, he saw that the fingernails of the statue pinching the handprint had been bent, and the little lama gently broke the five fingers of the statue.

The middle-aged lama put away the prayer wheel at some point, holding a golden bowl in his right hand and a wooden mallet in his left hand, and the scriptures in his mouth were endless, and the wooden mallet stirred in the golden bowl and made a long "buzzing" sound, and so on three times, "Tashi, it's time." Suddenly, a puff of dust fell, and the statue's eyes opened a crack in amazement.

The middle-aged lama knocked down the golden bowl again, and the thick and distant golden sound seemed to fill the space between heaven and earth, and there seemed to be a Sanskrit chant in the faint voice, "Tashi, three years, three months and three days, you should come back......" In the hoarse voice of the middle-aged lama, a small lama next to him covered the statue-like eyes with a cloth belt, "Tashi, you have been in the meditation for three years, you have not seen light and dust, and the eagle will always fly on the plateau, Tashi, your heart should settle." ”

The little lama said as if chanting, and then took out the scissors and razor from the box, and cut off the long hair, beard, and curly nails of the man who had been sitting in the house for three years, and the other two little lamas kept scrubbing the dust from the man's body with towels, and after a while, the man showed his true face, a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with clear eyebrows. It's hard to believe that this person who has just woken up after more than a thousand days of meditation is so young.

In cultivation, generally speaking, the small set is three days, the middle set is seven days, and the longest time is 49 days. It must have been more than three years or even decades, not nothing, but most of them are people with high merits and great merits who have cultivated and made great merits, some of them are contemplating the entrance of life and death, some are wandering outside the world, and some simply give up this life and directly ascend to the fruit position.

And like this young man named Tashi, who is seventeen or eighteen years old, has been in the state for more than three years, even in the mysterious Tantra, it is rare, if it is not for the great wish, it is the reincarnation of a living Buddha, but this Tashi is already seventeen or eighteen years old, and it does not seem to be a reincarnated spirit child.

The little lama soothed Tashi's body, smeared a layer of butter oil on the joints of his body, and massaged his shoulders, waist and knees repeatedly before changing Tashi into a clean monk's robe. Although Tashi's sanity had regained and he had woken up, his body functions had been weakened to the extreme by sitting in a double-sided posture for three years, so the little lama just dropped a few drops of water on Tashi's dry lips, and then carefully lifted Tashi, who had been extremely stiff at first, but now soft as a noodle, out of the cave.

(I'm embarrassed to ask for a monthly pass, so I'm embarrassed to blame me for my occasional truancy!) Rattle! (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )