By the time the car arrived at the holy lake of Namtso, the sun had already begun to set in the west. Whether it is me or Tang Tang who is driving, in this strange wilderness place, no one dares to drive at night again, let alone reach that mysterious small lake at night.

At the camp by the Namtso Lake, Tang Tang and I were eating grilled fish around the campfire, and the two of us were talking about the mysterious lake, both consciously or unconsciously.

When the sky brightened, I emerged from the tent I had rented in the camp and was fascinated by the beautiful scenery of the sacred lake in Namtso. It's just that I have something on my mind, and after a little nostalgia, I have to reluctantly take my eyes off the surface of a golden lake.

I woke up Tang Tang, who was sleeping in the SUV, and after returning the camp tent, the two of them went straight to the mysterious little lake. On the way, Tang Tang contacted a few of his travelers through his mobile phone, but Tang Tang and I were disappointed because those travelers had left last night.

Fortunately, I know the general location of this small lake, and I pointed Tang Tang all the way forward. Finally, at lunchtime, our car came to the entrance to the forest that I was familiar with.

It's just that this time I've come here is very different from the last time I came, and the last time I came, there was no one else in the whole forest except me, Red Sleeves, and the Heavenly Fairy; And this time, at the entrance of the forest, there were many people walking in groups and twos. In this vast and sparsely populated snowy plateau, it is a spectacle to see so many people at the same time in the wilderness, except in a city like Lhasa.

I stopped at the entrance of the forest, and I couldn't help but let out a long sigh when I thought of the cheerful scene I had entered here with Red Sleeves and the Celestial Fairy last time. The scenery is still the same, but the beauty is gone, which really makes me feel like a person in another world.

Tang Tang and I, along with those crowds, walked for more than half an hour and finally arrived at our destination. To my amazement, everything in front of me, as I could see, was still calm, and the grass was so green that there was no sign of water overflowing.

Many people knelt in front of the stone wall that once made my heart tremble, kowtowing reverently and burning incense. A blackened human-shaped object stood in front of the slightly recessed rock wall (what I call a small cave). There is no doubt that this is the charred body of Guru Bama. Today, the body is revered as a living Buddha by the local Tibetans, who receive incense and worship at the entrance of the cave.

I sighed secretly, I didn't expect Guru Bama to end up in such a tragic end. However, I am also happy for him, because I think that Guru Bama, as a monk, has repeatedly violated the great precepts of Buddhism, and according to Buddhism, there will be karma for such sins, and after death, he will go to hell. However, Guru Parma was mistakenly mistaken by the Tibetans for a living Buddha who was burned by the heavenly fire and ascended to the Enlightenment, and the Tibetans offered incense to his body, which inadvertently eliminated a lot of irresistible karma for Guru Pama, and perhaps did not have to suffer from hell.

Tang Tang saw me standing in a daze, took my hand and said, "Brother Xiaomo, what are you doing in a daze?" Although you knew Lama Bama when he was born, now that he has become a Buddha and you believe in Buddhism, you should follow the customs of the countryside and worship him with the Tibetans! ”

I just wanted to ask Tang Tang why he didn't bow down, but I suddenly thought that he had said that he didn't believe in Buddhism, so I gave up, followed Tang Tang's words, came to the body of Master Bama, and followed the Tibetans who were kneeling down and kowtowed respectfully to his body three times. Although I know that Guru Parma did not become a Buddha and died because of greed, I think that the deceased is the greatest, and it is appropriate to worship him. What's more, although Guru Bama colluded with Lao Wang to deceive me, I can see from what he said when we met him a few days ago that he also had unspeakable secrets, which were caused by Lao Wang's coercion, so I no longer blame Guru Bama.

After I finished worshipping Guru Bama, I stood up and stared at his body in silence. According to my character, I probably wouldn't tolerate Tibetans worshipping someone who made a big mistake and died, but several times when the words came to my lips, I endured it alive. I don't dare to tell the truth, because I know that the Tibetans are not only basically devout and believe in Buddhism all their lives, but they also have a fierce manner. If I tell the truth, are the Tibetans likely to believe me? Or maybe they will think that I insulted their living Buddha and didn't beat me to death!

I looked at Guru Bama's body closely, and there seemed to be nothing special about it, except that his whole body was charred. What puzzled me was that the sunken stone wall in front of Bama's body was exactly the same as when I first saw it, and there was no trace of human movement, and there was no Mani stone in the two inlaid gravure prints.

Could it be that what I saw was wrong? I couldn't help but start to get confused. If I was wrong, then why did I see Guru Bama engulfed in flames when I opened the Celestial Eye, and now the results confirm that he did indeed die in the fire.

It's just that what I saw in the Heavenly Eye was very different from what I was looking at, because Tang Tang clearly told me that the situation described by his fellow travelers was that Guru Bama had not entered this small cave at all, and that there was no change in the small cave, and that they had seen Guru Bama sitting cross-legged in front of the cave and burning himself.

Too much fuss about something made me more and more confused. Seeing so many people burning incense and chanting, I couldn't step forward to take a closer look, so I had to sigh and stay in place in a daze. Actually, even if no one was there, I would not dare to come forward and examine the body of Guru Bama. After all, most people will have a natural sense of awe and inexplicable fear of corpses, let alone facing a charred corpse?

I was flustered a lot, and suddenly a stirred spirit: since I didn't see the Mani stone engraved with the six-character mantra in the depression of the small cave, would this six-character mantra Mani stone left by Guru Padmasambhava stay in place?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly ran towards the place where I had found Mani Stone last time. Sure enough, before I could get there, I saw the familiar stone lying in the grass.

The shape of the stone was no different from the last time I saw it, except that to my shock, there was no writing on it. Since there is no word, it cannot be called a mani stone, but just an ordinary stone. This puzzled me, and I carefully examined the stone: it was no different from the first time I saw it, except that it did not have the six-character mantra engraved in Sanskrit or Chinese.

Could it be the first time I've seen that Mani stone make the handwriting disappear after the lightning strikes? This hypothesis is obviously not convincing to me. Because the Mani stone after the thunderbolt was split in two, and I took the cave mouth to fill it in the gravure seal, it would not be placed here again in its original condition, not to mention that when I opened the Heavenly Eye, after seeing Guru Bama come here again, the thunder and lightning split the stone again.

There were so many questions that puzzled me that I couldn't help but stand by the stone without saying a word. Suddenly, I seemed to see the six-character mantra carved by the Brahman and Han on the stone. I was so shocked that I wiped my eyes vigorously, and when I looked at the stone again, there was nothing on it.

What did I see just now? It can't be that I'm seeing the illusion again, right? I pondered for a long time, habitually puffed out a cigarette, and stared at the strange stone.

A sharp pain came from my fingers, and I screamed and threw away the cigarette butt in my hand. I looked at the knuckle of my middle finger, which had been burned red by the cigarette butt, and suddenly my heart moved: Could it be that my unintentional action just now triggered the reappearance of the six-character mantra on this Mani stone?

I quickly recalled what I had just done, and suddenly realized: when I saw the Mani stone again, I was in awe, and I grabbed my hands together, and inadvertently posed for the big mudra of the King of Fudo. And at that time, I was highly concentrated, staring at the stone, so in this case, it stimulated my Tianyan Tong again, and let me see the six-character mantra on the stone again.

Thinking of this, I immediately held my breath and concentrated, formed the immovable Ming King seal with both hands, and concentrated on staring at the stone. Sure enough, after a while, the six-character mantra engraved in Sanskrit and Chinese clearly appeared in front of my eyes again.

I was ecstatic and secretly wondered, could this mysterious little lake be the one that made me realize the trick to open the eyes of the sky? Just when I was pleasantly surprised, the six-character mantra in front of me disappeared again. I was amazed, thought about it, and once again knotted the mudra of the Ming King, and focused on the stone. Sure enough, the two circles of the six-character mantra appeared in front of my eyes again.

I finally understood that the purpose of my trip was strikingly consistent with the lies that Guru Bama had unfolded, and that it was Providence that had brought me to this mysterious little lake and comprehended the secret of the opening of the Heavenly Eye.

Excited, I looked up at the sky and saw a clear sky and picturesque scenery. After a while, a cloud slowly floated in the sky, like a golden lotus flower in full bloom under the sunlight.

After standing for a long time, I suddenly felt that the sole of my right foot seemed to be resting on something, and it was very uncomfortable. I moved my foot away, looked down, and looked, huh! A small black ball on the grass made me step on it.

What is it? It doesn't look like a natural pebble, because there's nothing like it around. I leaned down and dug out the small black ball with my fingers to wipe the dust off it, only to feel that the little black ball was warm and smooth, and it felt very comfortable to touch.

There are also two small holes in it! I looked into the sunlight and saw that the two small holes were connected. Where do I think I've seen this little black guy? I couldn't help but think deeply.

Ah! Isn't this the bead that Guru Bama wears on his wrist? This is supposed to be left by Guru Bama when he was walking around the side of this Mani stone, but what is it that I will step on? What truth is it trying to tell me?