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Chapter 325 Water of the Supreme Kindness! ! (Late night update~)

"Most of the known human civilizations on Blue Star were born on the banks of rivers. More than half of the most important rivers in Asia originate from the Tibetan plateau."

"The snow-capped glaciers provide sufficient fresh water for the billions of people downstream. There are countless lakes and magical hot springs. The power of water continues to grow through the nourishment of water."

Still the familiar narration voice.

As always, it is full of magnetism, and it sounds like it wants to make people pregnant.

But in stark contrast to the narration are the various lakes on the Tibetan plateau.

In this piece of unpolluted pure land.

The lakes here have a certain aura of cleanliness.

Under the 4K lens, the clean one can be used as a mirror.

Sometimes jubilant, sometimes calm.

After a while, the waves were choppy again like a mountain torrent erupting.

When the camera turns, it is as quiet as a dojo where gods and Buddhas practice.

The power of water is particularly unique in the Tibetan plateau.

As soon as the screen is blank, the title of this episode also appears.

The Water of Goodness!

Purang, the Sino-Indian border.

Qiangla mountain, a mountain separated two countries.

A group of tired but excited Indians lined up one by one to check their passports and prepare to enter the territory of China.

They went from the Ganges plain to the plateau at an altitude of 5000 meters to do something that they had planned for a lifetime.

After crossing the mountain pass, there are already buses waiting.

All the way to the destination situation, they were very excited.

"(Indian language) The purpose of this time is to change ourselves. We came here to open our eyes. God brought us here."

Such words can often be heard in the car.

Everyone's hands were surprisingly consistent, placed on their chests, with a devout look on their faces.

Xiao Zhu was taken aback.

Over the mountains and trekking to Huaguo?

How much faith can support them go so far?
The picture shows an oval snow mountain.

In the sun, the snow on the top of the mountain is covered like a hat.

Gang Rinpoche.

It means Daxue Shenshan, the treasure of the snow mountain.

According to legend, he is the center of the world commonly identified in the teachings of several major religions.

It is the paradise of Shiva, the Lord God of Hinduism.

There are more than 200 glaciers surrounding Gang Rinpoche.

Their meltwaters eventually converged into four rivers.

These rivers are the main sources of the Yarlung Zangbo River, the Ganges River, and the Indu River in several major Asian states.

Gang Rinpoche, the God of Snow Mountain, the source of all waters.

At the foot of Mount Gang Rinpoche, there is also a lake formed by melting snow-capped mountains.

The holy lake Manasarovar Yumco.

The legendary place where the gods bathe.

The water of the holy lake can wash away the troubles and dirt in the heart.

The Hindus who came over the mountains walked barefoot by the lake.

He held a handful of lake water in his hand and raised it high.

The troubles in my heart slanted out like running water in my hand.

Devout believers, sitting cross-legged by the lake.

By the holy lake, they also hold sacred ceremonies.

Putting yellow paint on their foreheads represents that they are listening to God's teachings at this moment.

"(Indian) I took this trip as a gift to my husband, we both want to do it again."

The wife and her husband walked along the edge of the holy lake.

Hope the holy lake and the ceremony can witness their love.

The trip is over, and the important promise in life is also fulfilled.

It turned out to be for the ceremony.

Xiao Zhu couldn't help sighing.

This kind of determination to travel thousands of miles for the sake of faith is beyond the imagination of Xiao Zhu, who has been sitting at the desk for a long time.

But it also moved Xiao Zhu who was sitting in front of the TV.

Over the past many years, people have been keen to find the source of water.

Because that helps to know oneself.

The sources of rivers and rivers provide imagination space for civilization.

As soon as the screen turned, a turbulent river appeared in the screen.

It is different from the calmness of the holy lake.

The Lancang River is more like a warrior standing in Tibet.

The turbulent river water is the blood flowing in it.

It originates from the Tanggula Mountains and becomes winding after entering the Hengduan Mountains.

On both sides of the river lived two peoples who lived on salt.

The upper reaches are the Tibetans, and the lower reaches are the Naxi people.

Tibetans in the upper reaches believe in God more.

The Naxi people in the lower reaches believe in Buddha more.

Two nations, two beliefs live in harmony.

Both salts also come from the same lineage.

Xiao Zhu was taken aback, a little surprised.

This is amazing!
One river, two peoples.

There are actually two beliefs, but the method of making salt is indeed the same.

Unlike traditional salt fields, the salt fields here are supported by tens of thousands of fir trees.

Each one is saturated with salt water.

The women mastered the secret of making salt, and the riverside provided brine with high salt content.

Salt pans are made of clay, and depending on the soil, the colors of the salt pans are also different.

White salt is produced upstream and red salt is produced downstream.

Sunshine, air and water are playing together and producing salt.

A salt field produces three courses of salt: upper, middle and lower.

Women make salt, men buy salt, cross the Hengduan Mountains, and caravans take away their salt.

This is where humans show their imagination in cooperation with nature in a complex environment.

The scene changed, and a lama in cassock was riding a motorcycle, happily walking on the mountain path.

Xiao Zhu Yile watched such a joyful scene.

The lama in charge of purchasing at Naiguo Temple has just bought fresh salt at the market.

Dishes made with salt produced in Yantian will be very tasty without adding other seasonings.

It's not just monks who like salt at this ancient temple.

In the picture, all kinds of sparrows, groundhogs, and even foxes are lying on the ground and eating the salt.

Salt and highland barley let the animals in the mountains come to enjoy regular breakfast at regular intervals.

Many animals call this place their home.

Watching the groundhog eat the barley from the hands of the monks without fear of strangers.

Xiao Zhu suddenly felt that such a picture was sometimes very harmonious.

Perhaps only Saizang Plateau can see such a scene.

LS River, before converging into the Yarlung Zangbo River.

Passed through a small village.

Villager Baima came to the river and took out a piece of cowhide from the river.

Here's how to cook leather in the village.

Baima called seven or eight helpers, and began to sew a few pieces of cowhide out of the water into a certain shape.

There is no need to draw lines in advance, and the knife is done based on experience.

Cut the cowhide thinly into long strips for threading needles.

The cowhide is framed with some willow wood.

No nails are needed, all rely on the elasticity of the leather itself and the bayonet reserved between the sticks.

A boat is formed.

The hull of the boat is coated with rapeseed oil produced in the field, and the oil is fully integrated into the leather boat.

This kind of boat is called a cowhide raft.

It used to be an important means of transportation with a history of thousands of years.

In this village called Junba, cowhide rafts are used for fishing.

Every time a boat is completed, it must be celebrated.

Because of beliefs, Tibetans are taboo about fishing and eating fish.

However, due to some kind of tradition, the only fishing village in Tibet was born.

A boat is like a drum, vibrating the power of the river.

"(Tibetan) The Junba people started fishing very early, because there is little arable land here, so they can only fish."

Baima introduced shyly to the camera.

New boats are launched and one time fishing begins.

The familiar smell makes the fisherman feel happy.

On the river, fishermen cast their nets and hummed Tibetan tunes.

It formed a certain resonance with the turbulent river.

The fish caught today are sold to the fish market in Lasa.

Looking at the fishing boat made of cowhide was an eye-opener for Xiao Zhu.

There is no need for a thick bottom plate, and only relying on the elasticity of the cowhide itself can support two people to move freely on the river.

This ancient technology seems quite magical to Xiao Zhu.

After all, without studying physics, it is still a very miraculous thing to be able to run across the river with cowhide alone.

This gave Xiao Zhu the idea of ​​going to Tibet to have a look.

From the perspective of people on the plateau, gods live in every river.

There are also fish in every river.

But there was not a single fish in a river called Qujiang.

The Qujiang River is winding and not as wide as the Lancang River.

It is more like a ray of color in the mountains, with ups and downs.

There are waterwheels all over the Qujiang River.

These ancient waterwheels are propelled by the river water.

Legend has it that because of the construction of waterwheels, the officials ordered all fish to be prohibited from entering, so as not to hurt their lives.

So no fish so far.

What is the purpose of the waterwheel that is so inspiring and mobilizing people to keep it?

"Yeah, what is it for?"

Xiao Zhu outside the field asked the same question.

Ren Duo and his wife have to saw a section of cypress at home every once in a while.

Place the cypress logs under the waterwheel.

The waterwheel drives the cypress to wipe off the mud on the slate.

Put the cypress mud into the special square template to fix the shape.

After the cypress bricks were dried, Renduo began to mix various medicinal materials.

The main materials are najib, saffron, musk and so on.

These three are relatively expensive medicinal materials.

No matter how expensive the price is, all three must be available.

The medicinal powder is stirred and mixed with cypress bricks, and they are squeezed into lines with tools made of ox horn.

It takes many years to practice the kung fu of one extrusion.

This kind of thing with the taste of sunshine and running water on the plateau is Tibetan incense.

Some of the smells are bitter and some are sweet.

Just like wine, a good wine is neither sweet nor bitter.

A good smell has a purifying effect on the human mind.

See the tedious and complicated production process.

At this moment, Xiao Zhu has developed a strong interest in this magical Tibetan incense.

Slender and long Tibetan incense points and then, the smoke is lingering.

The scent being described adds a touch of mystery.

He couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone to see if there was such a so-called Tibetan incense to buy online.

A search really has.

Origin: Jiangnan.

emmmmm Xiao Zhu stopped paying.

Or wait until you have time to go to Tibet to buy it.

Tibetan incense is mainly used to worship Buddha.

Dangqu, who is over forty years old, is the abbot of Minzhulin Temple.

He is also the inheritor of Tibetan incense in the temple.

The Tibetan incense here has a mysterious formula and a more special purpose.

Minzhulin Temple has a Buddhist academy, which attracts many young monks to study here.

Young monks test out wisdom through vigorous debate.

The courses in the temple are full.

But there is one class that will ease them up.

Making Tibetan incense is like an extracurricular activity.

Every place has different wisdom in making Tibetan incense. Only when the finished incense is approved by the old monks can it enter the final stage.

Chanting!

Blessing!

wow!

Xiao Zhu's eyes widened.

Still need to support!
Is this a buff?
As soon as the scene changed, the young monk Tenzin Lama left the temple with a bucket.

In the wind and sand, he crossed a desert.

Go find a special kind of sand.

A soft stone was unearthed from a mountain beside the Yarlung Zangbo River.

The retrieved white sand is dyed in various allegorical colors in the temple.

Burn incense and chant scriptures.

The young monk is about to study the most important lesson of the year with his teacher.

On the floor of the main hall, the monks used the lines of dyed lacquer to outline the patterns with strict and complex proportions.

Colored gravel spilled from fingertips.

The image in my mind began to enter the painting.

More than 40 monks concentrating on building a mysterious building in four different locations.

The building built gradually with fine sand is called a mandala in Buddhism.

It is the residence of the Buddha, the city of the Buddha, and the universe of the Buddha.

It is said that the Buddha also painted with his disciples in the same way.

This colorful world is made of gravel.

The finished mandala is waiting for the start of the Sagdawa festival.

Before Xiao Zhu recovered from the wonder of Tibetan incense, he saw something even more miraculous in a blink of an eye.

From a close look, it looks like gravel, but from a distance, it looks like a colorful painting.

Without the help of an aerial camera, Xiao Zhu is very curious about how these monks completed such a neat and rigorous painting.

Could it be said that there is really a miraculous Buddhadharma on the plateau?

Sagdawa takes place in the entire April of the Tibetan calendar.

According to legend, it is the commemorative month of Buddha's birth, enlightenment, and death.

Believers believe that chanting scriptures, doing good deeds, and releasing animals during this month can gain several times the usual merit.

Most of the water in the fishing village will be bought to the fish market in Lasa.

There are more people buying fish these days.

A family in the city bought more than 3000 pieces of fish.

Seal it with a bag filled with oxygen and drive along the Yarlung Zangbo River.

Next to an open body of water, they stopped the car.

Open the pocket, recite the scriptures silently, and let the fish return to the water.

Minjulin Temple.

On the most important day of the Sagdawa Festival, people come to the painted mandala.

Waiting with an incense stick in hand.

They will witness a colorful world of gravel changing and disappearing.

It can be picked up hard and put down easily.

The monks who finished reading sutras swept up the gravel with their own hands.

A work of art just disappears.

It is erased again and again, so it is built again and again.

Sand becomes sand again.

As the Buddha said.

One flower one world, one leaf one Tathagata.

When Xiao Zhu saw the exquisite gravel paintings being erased by the monks without the slightest hesitation.

I feel infinite regret in my heart.

But he also knew their traditions and beliefs at this time.

He just felt that he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes.

Maybe sometimes disappearing is also an art.

The power of water transforms into various forms in Tibet.

From Tibetan salt to Tibetan incense.

From fishing to releasing.

It seems like everything is a loop.

With water as the center, it surrounds the entire Tibetan plateau.

People's lives come from water.

The belief of the monks can be seen from the water.

Just like Buddha said.

Everything has its laws, and the rules of origin and death are difficult to guess.

We were thinking about title of this episode.

The water of goodness.

At this moment, Xiao Zhu was very calm.

He didn't know where this calm came from.

But I felt an inexplicable peace in my heart.

Accompanied by this peace, the fourth episode of "The Third Pole" came to an end.

　A sudden update broadcast~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)