what the hell is

We spend the day resting in the village.Liu Yan ordered not to disturb the villagers, but found a sheltered place on the village road and set up tents.At night, I went out to see the snowy moon scene, but saw a very surprising scene.

A full moon rose in the dark blue sky, the moonlight was dim, and the villagers sat cross-legged on the ground, there were old and young among them, the adults were nothing more than the children were only eleven or twelve years old, and their red faces were extremely pious.The crowd chanted scriptures collectively towards the temple on the high snow mountain in the distance.The scriptures are in Tibetan, so I don't quite understand them.A lama wearing a thick monk's robe walked in the crowd and tapped the ritual instrument rhythmically. The voices of the villagers, men, women and children recited were sad and clear, and the sound was pleasant to the ears. The scene was very shocking.

When I saw Vice President Li approaching, I asked her what was going on in a low voice.

Vice President Li said: "I just asked, this is the villagers praying to the holy mountain. This is the custom of their villages for nearly a thousand years."

At this time, the little Nepalese man came over with his trouser pockets in his pockets, looked at us, and said indifferently: "A long time ago, there was a legend that the holy mountain and the lotus temple would be destroyed in a catastrophe. The feelings have been deeply rooted in their bones, so they spontaneously carry out blessing activities."

This is the first time he speaks Chinese, and we are all a little uncomfortable.

The little Nepalese man looked at the lama who was walking in the crowd, and the lama who was beating the magic weapon looked a little strange: "This is Lama Lashi, a famous wise man in the Lotus Temple. Usually he rarely goes down the mountain, but I saw him today." He said Look at us: "You outsiders, I have seen that you are not mountaineering tourists, you must have your own purpose. I want to advise you, please don't destroy every plant and tree here, they all have gods, They have been the spiritual sustenance of the villagers for thousands of years."

Li Yang said with a smile: "My friend, you are worrying too much, we are here to play, just leave after seeing something strange."

"I hope so," said the little Nepalese.

The blessing ceremony of the villagers ended in about half an hour.The time is not long, also, the mountain wind is strong at night, the temperature is very low, and there are so many children, it will be colder anyway.However, although the faces of these villagers were flushed from the cold, they all looked excited, and their eyes were devout and ethereal.I was a little dazed, I have never seen such a pure person in my life.

The people in the city all have deceitful eyes and smiles that don't even make sense. Occasionally meeting someone with a true temperament is as rare as meeting a sanitation ball in a sewer.And on this plateau, in the village under the snow-capped mountains, everyone's eyes are pure and bright, they have faith.

At this time, I saw the lama named Rush was introduced by the little Nepalese man, and he was talking to Liu Yan.

Rush may be in his early thirties, and he is very thin and tall. Like Tibetans, he also has a red face, dry lips like bark, and wrinkles on his face because he has lived in the plateau all year round. It seemed extremely vicissitudes.Li Yang looked curiously, and pulled me closer, Yang Shanshan followed behind like a little tail.

Liu Yan seemed to be talking about going up to the mountain to worship a temple, and Rush spoke in awkward Chinese, meaning he wanted to go back and ask for instructions, and he didn't dare to make decisions without authorization.

He was talking when he looked up and saw us.I saw clearly that his originally calm face suddenly had twists and turns, his face was startled, and then sad.I looked at Li Yang, he was also puzzled, what's the matter with this lama?

Rush seemed to be trying to hold back the tears, his lips were trembling, and he was about to leave with his head slightly bowed.

"Little Master." Yang Shanshan beckoned, and the silly elder sister ran over directly, giggling: "Little Master, I saw you last time I went to the temple. Have you forgotten? My name is Shanshan."

Rush has calmed down and smiled faintly: "Hello."

"You seem unhappy seeing me?" Yang Shanshan said.

Rush turned his head to look at the temple under the moonlit night in the mountains, and said softly: "Could it really be a disaster?" He didn't say anything, and left in a hurry, walking towards the mountain.

I said worriedly: "If you go to the snow-capped mountains at night, nothing will happen to you."

The little Nepalese gave me a blank look: "The lamas of the Lotus Temple don't talk about the night, even if they are blindfolded, they can go to Mount Doxionla."

Yang Shanshan was in a bad mood, depressed, with tears rolling around her eyes: "He, why is he ignoring me?"

Li Yang patted her, we didn't know what to persuade, the whole thing was very mysterious, we could only take one step at a time.

When I woke up the next day, I washed my face and was about to smoke a cigarette when I saw two lamas coming from the entrance of the village.One of them was Rush from yesterday, and the other was a little older, estimated to be in his fifties.The two of them walked up to Liu Yan respectfully and whispered something.

Liu Yan nodded, came up to us, and said, "You guys will go up the mountain with me today." There was no room for discussion, and he said to Vice President Li: "Xiao Li, let the others stand by, I won't Come back and don't move."

The little Nepalese man happened to be standing outside the tent to wipe his face. When he saw us following the lama up the mountain, he was quite envious and waved.But no one paid him any attention.

Apart from the two lamas, this group consisted of the four of us, Liu Yan, Li Yang, Yang Shanshan and me.Because Liu Yan couldn't walk fast, she had to let the lama hold her.The fifty-something-year-old lama was holding such a child, walking on the dangerous mountain of crushed snow, as if walking on flat ground, he couldn't even catch his breath.But we were miserable. The mountain road was rugged and steep, with snow falling, and it was extremely slippery.People swished up, and the few of us had to crawl on the ground, using both hands and feet.After walking all morning, I couldn't lift my waist, and was so tired that I vomited blood.

Stop and go, and finally came to the temple before nightfall.

The mountain wind is hunting, the sky of the snow-capped mountains is not black, but a dark sapphire blue, extremely deep.Outside the gate of the temple, hanging cloths were blown by the wind, undulating like waves.A brazier was burning at the door, and several lamas were there.

The brazier is burning, the bright flames are boiling, and against the infinite blue-black sky, people can't help but fall into a state of meditation.

Rush led us into the temple.The entire temple was built along the mountain, and many rooms were built along the mountain. When I looked up, I saw lights in scattered rooms, and the others were dark, like some kind of nest, and looked a little gloomy.

Rush led us into the scripture hall, where the lamas were chanting scriptures, the Sanskrit sound in the scripture hall was faint, and the sound of ritual instruments was beating rhythmically.This kind of scripture is similar to whispering, so many people recite it, there is a kind of majesty and vitality like the tidal sea.

What shocked us the most were the lamas chanting scriptures in the scripture hall.There were about 20 people, except for the seven or eight adult lamas sitting in the front row, the remaining [-] people were all children around ten years old.

They had bald heads, wore ochre-red lama robes, their faces were slightly red, and they were very cute.Regardless of the children, their eyes were extremely deep and clear, and they all folded their hands together, reciting scriptures devoutly.What is weirder is that some children are still wearing thick myopia glasses.

Liu Yan frowned, her hands trembled, and the elder lama was still holding her.

She signaled to put it down, walked step by step behind the chanting lamas, found a seat and sat down.She doesn't know how to chant scriptures, she just closes her eyes and listens quietly.After listening for a while, tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.

"All these people?" Li Yang asked Rush softly.

Rush said: "They are all Zhu Gu, that is, the reincarnated Living Buddha you call."

Li Yang and I were stunned, all the people sitting in the Yijing hall were reincarnated people.

At the front of the scripture hall, there are countless yellow curtains, and Tibetan Buddhist murals are painted on the walls.Because of the age, the color is dark, but at this time, it looks very vicissitudes and history.The above paintings are people dressed as lamas, which seem to be connected into an ancient story, but we don't have this knowledge and can't understand it.

Walking here, no one would dare to make a mistake. At that time, the place was sacred and majestic, and the scriptures seemed to go straight to the mind. It was a bit harsh at first, but after a long time, my consciousness unconsciously followed the rhythm of the scriptures. .

There is no concept of time here at all, and I don’t know how long it took. When the chanting is over, the lamas stand up one by one, line up and go out from behind.The whole process was orderly and silent.After a short time, the scripture hall was empty.

Liu Yan stood up, wiped the tears from her face, walked over to Rush and said, "I want to see my master."

Rush clasped his hands together, with a sad expression on his face: "You all come with me."

We went out from the back, and there was an open-air wooden ladder. We walked up, climbed layer by layer, passed through several houses, and came to a narrow Buddhist hall.Outside the house is a small platform, standing on it, you can see that you are already standing on the top of a mountain range.The moonlight is like water, and the mountain wind blows, blowing Lama Rush's robes fluttering.At this moment, one monk, one mountain, and one day are so harmonious and sacred. I can't help but sigh from the bottom of my heart, what is life?For the first time, I realized the greatness of life.

The four walls of the Buddhist hall are covered with yellow and red patterns, and there is a Tibetan-style altar in the middle, and a person sits on a high chair behind it.This is a chubby old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with white eyebrows, standing in front of his chest like a flower with one palm knot, his eyes are wide open, and the corners of his mouth are smiling, looking straight at us who came in.

When Yang Shanshan saw him, she cried "Wow", knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Master, I'm back again."

Rush suppressed his grief and patted Yang Shanshan: "Master, he has... gone, this is the statue."

Yang Shanshan cried even harder and kept kneeling on the ground.Although we have no intersection with this old master, and have never seen a real person, all we see is this statue in front of us.But looking at him, I couldn't restrain the sadness in my heart, and I couldn't explain why.The old man looked so kind, and his eyebrows were vivid, he didn't look like a statue at all.

Rush said: "The master's head was made in France, and the body was made in Bhutan. They were shipped from all over the world, enough to see the brilliance of his Dharma, regardless of region."

Liu Yan asked calmly, "Who is the lama presiding over the monastery now?"

"Please follow me." Rush said lightly.

We walked through some rooms, where few people were there, and almost every room was dark with lights.We didn't dare to ask more questions, so we could only follow him.The structure of this temple is very complicated, rooms are rooms, and corridors are corridors. It seems that the area is not large, but the mountain structure is used skillfully, and the square inches are layered on top of each other, like a maze.I don't know who the builder is. It's really ingenious and unique.

We came to a Buddhist hall, where there was nothing but huge silk cloths hanging on the walls.A group of lamas, old and young, were gathering around the ground, not knowing what they were doing.

Rush took us there, and I saw clearly that these lamas were using colored powder on the ground to make a huge thangka.

This Thangka has already begun to take shape, colorful, colorful and elegant, and has the solemnity unique to religion.The lamas are lying on the ground, carefully using a special metal tube to gently guide the pigment powder down to form a pattern.

Thangkas are painted with two layers of circles intertwined with each other to form a huge wheel-shaped pattern.All around are painted figures and animals of various colors, none of which are the same.

"What is this?" Liu Yan asked.

Rush said: "This is called 'Spaho', which translates to "Six Paths of Reincarnation"."