It's not that I haven't seen lamas before, but I usually don't have any impressions. The only time I saw a lama who was probably going to Lhasa on the Niuer Bridge in Leshan, pulling a wooden cart with a canopy and a gas tank sleeping bag and other household goods, walking three steps or five steps, then fell forward, and bowed to the west, with thick protective gear cut from the bottom of the waste tire to the knees, arms and elbows, but with the distance from Lhasa to Leshan and the frequency of his kneeling, it is estimated that he will have to change several sets and walk for several years. The passers-by around him were very spectacle, pointing around strangely, and children screaming and running by him, but the lama was unmoved, still immersed in his solitary and sacred piety, and bowed forward again and again.

From then on, the lama seemed to me to be a dignified and loyal believer, preferring a religious symbol rather than a human being. Even in the back street of Wuhou Temple in Chengdu, the lama who often sees a Buddhist vessel on the side of the road and asks for money does not dare to equate it with a beggar, and even dare not rush forward to give money, for fear of accidentally violating some taboo and annoying him, and then he will be full of old punches by a group of Tibetans who heard the sound.

However, this time I went to Malkang, although it was not as good as Tibet, it could be regarded as going deep into Tibet. It is precisely because it is not Tibet that the religious atmosphere is not so strong, and the atmosphere of life is more, and I have seen the various faces of the lamas, which makes me deeply impressed.

The bus ride from Chengdu to Malkang takes about 10 hours, and I saw more than a dozen lamas in the waiting hall before getting on the bus, so I was worried that I would be surrounded by an old lama who was said to have only bathed three times in his life. But it was really Amitabha, and in the end, sitting next to me was a young man from Chengdu who had gone on a business trip to Malkang, and the masters were scattered around me.

Bored on the road, I took out my mobile phone to fiddle, and suddenly a pleasant east wind bell rang, I looked left and right to see which hero with the same ringtone as me dared to sound better than mine clearly. I was taken aback at first sight, and I saw an old lama next door with his eyes slightly closed, and his left hand pinched a string of Buddhist beads and pulled the silent number, and his right hand touched out a Motorola ultra-thin shape, opened it and said: "Hey, what's the matter......?"

I have never been familiar with this kind of thing as a mobile phone, and I only know a few brands of symbols at most, but just look at the shape of the fuselage to see the shiny luster, I am sure that the domestic miscellaneous brand in my hand is not as valuable as the case of others, and I hurriedly put the bargain in my arms and did not dare to make the master laugh.

After a while, Jet Li's "Huo Yuanjia" was played on the TV in the car, and I finally had something refreshing, and I secretly paid attention to the masters around me, except for a few older ones who were unmoved, the rest of the younger lamas watched it with relish.

After a while, Jet Li and the American wrestler on TV were crackling, and I also talked to the young man in Chengdu next to me, talking about those things that look from the Internet, what internal and external strength, iron sand palm, tai chi, moon stick, year knife, a lifetime of guns, how Chinese body, muscle mass, mental condition, and sensibility, so Chinese kung fu is how to develop, how to overcome rigidity with softness, how to perform in the Olympics, big balls are not good, small balls are invincible...... Suddenly, I squinted at the little mage next to the old mage who had scared me with his mobile phone, poking his head out slightly to listen intently to my tirade. The little lama looked no more than twenty years old, and his thin face was full of big eyes.

When I first arrived in Malkang, I happened to be holding the state games in Aba Prefecture. When I heard that there was a basketball game, I naturally wanted to see the skills of my Tibetan compatriots. As soon as I went, I ran into the Aba County military subdivision, and the physical strength advantage of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, which dwarfed us in the past, disappeared in front of the Tibetan compatriots, and although the basketball level here is not very good in terms of skills and tactics, I think the momentum and physical strength have completely surpassed the CBA, and the court is like ten bulls and wild horses in heat in the collision and trampling on the flesh and blood. The mood of the audience also matches this momentum, unlike the Leshan people who can't beat a fart with three sticks, they never applaud gently, but are all roaring and screaming and dancing, and the basketball atmosphere seems to be very high.

What surprised me a lot was that there were quite a few lamas in the audience, and they also applauded loudly. Before I could recover from this surprise, Aba County had already won by a narrow margin, and the crowd supporting Aba danced with joy, including one lama who pulled off his robe with one hand and waved it above his head, leaving me dumbfounded.

When the Games were over a few days later, and I wandered there again, the masters once again opened my eyes, and I saw six lamas on the court who looked like they were wearing skirts, pulling down their robes and shouting loudly. Although in my opinion, only half of basketball can be considered basketball and the other half is wrestling and football, but this half of basketball is not completely a layman. There were more than a dozen lamas waiting for the rotation on the field, and I carefully observed that the feet of these masters were all brand-name goods, not Adi or Nike, and I guess they wouldn't buy parallel goods like me.

After opening my eyes, I was not too surprised when I saw a half-court basketball pile in the Changlie Temple, which had just been built. The masters who practice basketball there must be not much worse than the physical strength of the national team. (Changlie Temple is more than 4,000 meters above sea level, and ordinary people have to pant when they walk there faster)

The most eye-opening, and the most unbelievable, was when I went to the internet café that night to upload a new chapter. I was looking at the pictures of beautiful women on the pirated website, and suddenly a red shadow flashed next to me, and a master was already sitting next to me. I hurriedly closed the window, afraid that the master would see and annoy me and beat me with a few punches, but the master ignored it, so he skillfully opened the machine and started QQ, and chatted with netizens in Tibetan. (It's the first time I've known that there is a Tibetan input method)

It's really rare for the master to surf the Internet, so I can't help but squint and peek from time to time, how do I know that the master has also opened a lot of windows to look at beautiful pictures, but it's not as good as me to look at the pirated half-naked, he looks at the swimsuit in the QQ space, and I see that his taste seems to love Indian beauty. This is nothing, after a while, the master and the person video, the object is a Tibetan beauty, and the chat is in full swing. I quietly looked, and the master's QQ nickname was actually 'Living Buddha'. Sure enough.

Soon after, the subject of the video changed to a man, and the master sent the picture of the beautiful woman just now to the man, and the man also sent a picture of a beautiful woman, which seemed to be exchanging the experience and achievements of the pickle girl. Chatting with confidants, the master occasionally laughs happily, and although the **** level of his laughter is a few grades worse than mine, it is also quite amazing.

Just when I gradually thought that lamas were just a profession like the monks on the Big Buddha Temple (according to a friend who worked in the management committee of the Big Buddha Temple, there was a monk in the Big Buddha Temple who had a woman in the countryside below the mountain for 2,000 yuan a month, and bought braised meat beer every weekend to go to the woman to promote the Dharma), I saw a few more lamas who knelt down and walked to Changlie Monastery all the way.

A few days ago, in the vegetable market, I saw three lamas chanting Buddhist scriptures in front of a cart of fish. I thought I was overspending them for the sake of being stabbed, but when I came back and told my friends, I realized that they were originally going to be released by the lamas. On festivals, the lamas pay to sweep away the fish from the market and dump them all into the river.

In Tibetan Buddhism, there are celestial burials and water burials, and crows and fish are regarded as messengers of gods and Buddhas, which is why this kind of behavior is made. I wonder why the water of the Mosuo River is so clear, why no one fishes, and the occasional fisherman sneaks in the early morning. I heard from friends that if these fishermen are caught by the lamas, the most polite way is to snatch the fishing rod and break it and throw it into the river, as for the most unkind - it is said that there is a guy from the Finance Bureau who has been transferred from other places for a short time, probably because he is addicted to fishing, the Ya fish in this river are indeed delicious, so he ran to the outskirts of the county town to plan to fish, but he did not see anyone for two days, and he went to look for it, only to find that he had been shot with a fire gun and his head was lying by the river. The fishing rod was broken and he had a lot of money on his body, and the reason is self-evident.

But I don't think it's the masters, they're just beating you up at most, and they're not going to use hot weapons, and that guy probably ran into a pious and fiery Tibetan and then got into a fight.