In the evening, I drank wine at Basang's house to celebrate, the Tibetan compatriots were very enthusiastic, the big bowl of wine, was persuaded by glass after cup, and the barley wine made my mouth bitter, although I was not drunk, but it was uncomfortable.

One night of strange dreams, the next morning, I woke up, and for no reason I felt panicked.

After thinking about it for a long time, I found the miscellaneous hair trail and told him about yesterday's experience in the water and last night's dream.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao scratched his head, thought for a while, and asked me, it seems that I heard me talk about it a few days ago, dreaming that I was lying in a coffin, and then I also sank to the bottom, this time there is no difference? I said not this time, this time I was outside, and I saw the huge hanging coffin floating around with the water, almost exactly the same as the one I saw in the water yesterday.

After Shaggy Xiaodao and I were sure that it wasn't a hallucination, I began to wonder.

Tibetan Buddhism pays attention to "the Bodhisattva gives alms, sparing his life", which is derived from the Buddhist scriptures in the Buddhist story of "the corpse of the king of the body to give doves" and "the Mahasattva devoted himself to feeding the tiger". In Tibetan areas, most of the popular funeral rituals are celestial burials, or bird burials.

This is handled by a special celestial burial master, after arranging, disemboweling, taking out the organs, cutting the meat, peeling off the scalp, cutting off the head, the bones are smashed with stones and mixed with tsamba, the meat is cut into small pieces and placed aside, blowing the conch, so that vultures and other birds of prey come to grab food; In addition, there are water burials, wrapped in the belly of the fish, but the popular burial and cremation in the Central Plains are very few, let them know, but they will be surprised - there is no burial, how can there be a coffin?

I recalled it carefully, and I was still sure that I seemed to have seen that coffin somewhere, and it was very familiar.

This curiosity tickled me, but when Miscellaneous Trail offered to return to the bottom of the lake to investigate, I was reluctant.

Although the sword-spine crocodile dragon was subdued by the little lama with the Buddha's light of relics, it does not mean that it has changed its career to a vegetarian diet, with the little lama here, it can still restrain its anger, and as for other times, it may not dump me. What's even more infuriating is that in order to give face to the two red-clothed lamas, we can't hurt it, Shishou City, lest Baiju Temple turn its face when the time comes.

When the time comes, the strong dragon will not suppress the head snake, we are still two wanted criminals, and we will have to start the journey of running away, which is what I don't want. Thinking of all the twists and turns in this, I gritted my teeth and said I couldn't go, what kind of coffin in the water does it matter?

The miscellaneous hairy trail laughed and said yes, the lake was so suspenseful that day, what did it matter to us?

After talking about this, we began to speculate about the identity of the little lama again.

The miscellaneous trail speculated that the little lama might be a living Buddha who was not registered—the living Buddha mentioned here did not refer only to the owner of the Potala Palace, but to the title of the Han people for some reincarnated practitioners in Tibetan areas. Tibetan teachings have the theory of the three bodies of the Dharmakaya, the Avatar, and the Incarnation, the Dharmakaya is not visible, the Dharmakaya is hidden and sometimes visible, and the incarnation is randomly revealed. In its essence, it means that monks who have attained the profound Dharma and attained fruition will be reincarnated and re-cultivated through soul transfer when they die.

Such a reincarnated Venerable is called a living Buddha.

However, ordinary living Buddhas, because they want to inherit the religious status of their previous lives, usually hold grand religious activities and report to the autonomous regional government for approval, and there will be no such living Buddhas whose names are hidden. In retrospect, I didn't even know the name of that little lama, and judging from the reactions of Tibetans such as Namka Gyatso, it was clear that this little lama was not very famous either.

But because of this, it seems even more mysterious.

The two of us speculated for a while, but we didn't think about it, and we didn't think anymore, anyway, those two lamas were not hostile to us.

I practiced boxing in front of Gyatso in Namka, and my joints loosened and I was refreshed, and my sweat turned into water, steaming hot above my head, condensing but not dissipating, turning into a specious long worm. Miscellaneous Xiaodao sat on the stone at the door, watched me practice, smiled, and said Little poison, you have been practicing this skill for a long time, will you turn into a worm yourself?

I took a sip of him, the solid section in "The Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains", this old boy also listened to my analysis and explanation, learned a thing or two, and said this obscure word, it is really uncomfortable. I didn't care about him, as soon as I stomped my foot, the ghost sword jumped into my palm, a sword in my hand, turned into a swimming dragon, I danced crazy, I only felt that there were enemies everywhere, let the ghost sword's keen consciousness guide me, for a while dazzling, the sword flashed.

This sword practice made my whole body surge with blood and qi, and I felt that there was an inexhaustible energy, spreading in my body.

This powerful feeling made me excited, and I let out a long howl, and the sharp tip of the sword plated with pure gold suddenly hit the Adam's apple of a teenager.

Moving up the tip of the sword, I saw a red-faced Tibetan young man, he looked at me nervously, and shouted in a stumbling voice: "En, benefactor......" I thought for a few seconds, and then I remembered that this Tibetan young man was Mo Chi, the second son of the Basang family—yesterday he was covered in the stinking slime, yellow and white, disgusting, I didn't want to see the second sight after the first glance; After coming back, he had a roast lamb feast at Basang's house, and this young man was too frightened and rested early, so he didn't see it much.

Mo Chi came here to apprentice to the teacher, and he communicated with us in non-standard Chinese, saying that he wanted to find a master and teach him skills, and I heard that we were fighting the gods in the lake with the two masters yesterday, and on the way back, the master praised us a lot, so he came to beg us.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao squatted at the door, like an idler at the entrance of the village, and asked Mo Chi why he didn't go to the temple to learn, there are many people with the ability here, why bother with the two of us?

Mo Chi blushed and said that he had also been to the monastery when he was young, and was said to have no Buddha heart, so he was driven out.

He carried the two hangs of air-dried yak meat in his hand, knelt on the ground, and said to the two masters, you can accept me, teach me a trick and a half, and serve you for a lifetime.

Naturally, I and the miscellaneous hair trail are not allowed - I am because I have opened the Golden Silkworm Gu plug-in, it is difficult for ordinary people to learn these, and as for the Gu Master, I really can't be considered qualified; Although the Maoshan Sect expelled him from the door, he must abide by the rule that he must not accept disciples privately, that is, all the methods taught to me are either his Xiao family's or ordinary road goods.

However, Na Mo Chi also recognized the two of us, stuffed the air-dried yak meat into our hands, and got up cheekily, followed the fart, shh

We ignored him, nor did we get angry, and the indiscriminate shouting of "Master, Master" was not at all the image of our honest and silent Tibetan compatriots.

The miscellaneous hair trail goes south and north, everyone has seen it, and the human relationship is transparent, no matter what, it's all a smile, but I can't.

How to say it, I'm a little soft and not hard, if this Mo Chi is carrying a knife and running over with open fire, I will be simply, but his stubborn fighting posture makes me a little difficult to refuse, and it is inconvenient to put on a master's posture and reprimand him.

At noon, after having dinner together at Gyatso's house in Nanka, I squatted in the hut to solve my personal problems, and this Tibetan boy was outside the door, telling me in broken Chinese about the fight between the top corner of the "big black" and the "little black" when he was herding sheep, I finally surrendered, ran out of the hut with a sad face, and told him to teach him a hand, as for how much he can learn, it depends on each person's ability.

Mo Chi jumped and jumped happily, grinning with white teeth, smiling, feeling that it was his sincerity that moved me.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao also laughed strangely on the side, thinking that I was about to go crazy by this honest young man, which was also a funny thing. When I entered the room, he poked my arm, giggled at me, and said Little poison, if you were a girl in your previous life, I am afraid that it will be easy to chase. I looked at this guy with a mean smile on his face, so I got angry and gave him a middle finger back.

In my room with Lao Xiao, we welcomed four students, in addition to Mo Chi, an aspiring Tibetan boy who was stalking, and three little children from the Gyatso family in Nanka.

I didn't let them call me Master, which also showed that they were teaching little things, but under the strong religious atmosphere, the four students still seemed very serious. What I'm talking about is naturally not the Gu art that harms people, but the exposition of the nine-character mantra in the twelve methods.

This nine-character mantra, "Lingdart unification to solve the heart split Qi Zen", originally from the Esoteric Buddhism of the "Nine Societies Mandala", is such as the three secrets of a word secret, in general, the Dharma body Buddha's saying, it is easy to learn, can be settled, Luo 18 absorb the strengths of its teachings and spread, I use it is also familiar, after so a long time of understanding, as well as the words and deeds of the monk Huiming, how much can also discuss the unique essence, so one by one.

I had a dry mouth in a class, and the students below were also swallowing dates, and the miscellaneous hairy trail and the tiger cat were watching the excitement next to me, laughing crookedly, and I felt the hard work of being a teacher. After giving the mudras, pronunciations, and realm descriptions of each mantra, I finally said the words that I had been planning for a long time: "That's all for today, go back and realize for yourself, practice diligently, and don't come to me again if you don't have a sense of qi and don't feel the sound of the Buddha." There is no shortcut in the world, only by relying on one's own understanding and hard work can one truly become a capable person! ”

The four little apprentices bowed down and retreated, and the miscellaneous little road laughed and said, "There is no shortcut in the world", this passionate sentence came from your mouth, why do I think it is so ironic?

However, after my arrangement, Mo Chi really didn't come over to bother us, so he spent another two days of leisurely life. At dinner in the evening, Namka Gyatso told us that since he was rescued, the second son of the Pasang family had been crazy all day long, reciting words in his mouth, eating and sleeping, and he didn't answer anything, and I didn't know if I should invite the teacher to come over again.

The three children of his family, plus me and Zamao Xiaodao heard it, they couldn't help but smile and said no more.