The dust settles

Chapter 9

Ding bang!He smiled at me and went back to his work. I think this silversmith is cute today, so it's not surprising that Zhuoma remembered his name.

"Quza." I called him.

In answer, he tapped out a nice string of syllables with his little hammer.Then I forgot my unhappiness, and went back to my room, beating stones on the banisters of the stairs.Dolma was still in the room, and she turned her face to the wall when she saw me.

Since she must be a fool, a little man to coax her, then I will coax her.I said, silversmiths are actually pretty good.

"That's right," she really treated me like a fool, "I like him as an adult and you as a doll."

"Don't like that I'm a nobleman, but that he's a silversmith?"

She looked at me warily and said, "Yes." She lowered her head shyly.

We made love among the many bright flowers on the carpet.She straightened her clothes, sighed and said: "One day, the master will match me with a servant, please young master, then match me to a silversmith."

I felt a pain in Yin Yi again, but I still nodded and agreed to her.

The girl who was much taller than me said: "Actually, you can't be the master, but with your heart, it's not in vain for me to serve you."

I said, "I promise and it counts."

Dolma patted my head and said, "You can't inherit the chieftain's position."

God, in a flash, I actually had the idea of ​​usurping power.But the thought of being nothing but a fool burst as silently as foam on a spring.You think, how can a fool be the chieftain above ten thousand people and the king of the world?

God, how could a fool have such an idea?

I can only say that it was the woman who made me have such bad thoughts.

Think about what else happened that day.

I remembered.Living Buddha Jiga, who wanted to make some prophecies about what would happen that day, received a cold reception in the scripture hall.He opened the volume of books in front of Lama Monpa.

The song that was being sung by the yellow-mouthed children appeared in front of the eyes of the two learned people.In the living Buddha's precious collection of books, behind every sentence of the story are various annotations added by several people at different times.These stories thus became the stuff of fortune-telling.Under that song, it is written that on a certain day, month and day, someone sang this ballad and the plague has been prevalent for many years.On a certain day, this song became popular, and as a result, the Central Plains Dynasty was overthrown, and a certain sect in the Snowy Land also declined due to losing support.Lama Monba shook his head, wiped off his sweat, and said, "I would never say these things to the chieftain. There is no escape from disaster. It is useless to say what is destined. Think about it, the chieftain can listen to it when he grows up." Advice to the ear of the people?"

The living Buddha said: "My God, it seems that the chieftain spoils you for nothing."

Lama Menba said, "Then you come here, and I will be the abbot in your temple."

The living Buddha once wanted to go to Tibet to make a pilgrimage to the Buddha, and he also wanted to go up the mountain to find a secluded cave to retreat and practice, but he couldn't do it.He saw that if he walked away, all eunuchs would lose their livelihood.Only living Buddhas with far-reaching thoughts know that people cannot pass the time by digesting thoughts alone.He didn't come here this time for the sake of the eunuch's livelihood, but to find food for those people.Sitting in the golden sutra hall and chatting nonsense with this lama, he also felt much better than in the monastery.He was even afraid that Lama Monpa would end the conversation.He thought, no matter what the character of this person is, he is finally a person whose wisdom is equal to his own.He was even a little too humble for the guy just for this little fun.He heard himself say in a very cautious tone: "Then you see, how can I tell the chieftain about this?"

Lama Monba shook his head and said, "I don't know. The chieftain's temper is becoming more and more unpredictable. Living Buddha, would you like another bowl of tea?"

This is obviously telling people to walk.

The Living Buddha sighed and said, "Okay then. We are arguing over who has more face in front of the chieftain. But in this matter, I think more about the black-headed Tibetans and the descendants of Gesar. Okay. , I’ll go and talk to the chieftain myself, and tell him not to get angry. At least, he won’t want my head.”

So, instead of drinking the bowl of hot tea, he packed his bags and went downstairs.

Lama Menba looked back at the murals in the scripture hall.The largest one on the porch depicts the three worlds of heaven, earth and hell.And these three worlds, each with many levels, are stacked on top of a water monster like a pagoda.When that monster blinks its eyes, the ground will shake, and if it rolls over, the past, present, and future of this world will be gone.Lama Monpa even felt that there should be no such pictures in religion.If the world is conceived in such a precarious state, it is impossible to convince people that the uppermost layer in the clouds is an eternal place.

The living Buddha found the butler and said, "I want to see the chieftain, please inform me."

The butler used to be the military commander of our family, but he became the butler after he limped in battle.

As a military commander, he was a good military commander. He once received the highest reward a military commander can get: a tiger fur collar from India.This collar is different from the collar that most people understand.It was the skin of a whole tiger, hung on a big pan like a ribbon.The tiger's head hangs on the chest, and the tiger's tail hangs behind.Clothed like this, even a person who is not majestic is like a tiger.Now he is an excellent steward.Thanks to his excellent management, father and brother will have time to go out and have fun.

The housekeeper said: "God, look at our honored guest being wronged."

So, I personally offered tea to the living Buddha, and touched the physical hand of the living Buddha with my forehead.How soft is the metaphysical hand, like the soft clouds in the sky.This kind of ceremony immediately recalled the noble feeling of the Living Buddha.He took a sip of the tea carefully, the fragrant tea stayed on the tip of his tongue for a while, and rolled into his stomach warmly.The steward asked, "It seems that something bad is going to happen?"

"It's about to happen."

"Toast, don't listen to such words."

"Whether he listens or not is his business. I don't say it. First, people will laugh at me and say that I didn't even know that such a big thing was going to happen. Second, there are people like us in the world, and it is always To come out and speak."

So, the former military officer didn't look like a soldier at all, like a natural butler, he rushed to the chieftain's room to report.If he hadn't come out in person, the chieftain would not have met the Living Buddha.When the butler entered, the chieftain was sleeping on the bed with the third wife.

The steward said, "Living Buddha Jiga saw you coming."

"Does this guy still want to teach me a lesson?"

"He came to tell you why there are so many strange things."

Only then did the chieftain think of the lamas he raised in the scripture hall: "Our lamas, Monba, don't they know to come and talk to me?"

The butler smiled, deliberately telling the chieftain to see the rich meaning in his smile, and there were many kinds of guesses and explanations.Besides smiling like this, what else can you do to a stubborn chieftain, the king of the land?The chieftain saw something from this smile, and said: "Then I will meet the living Buddha." At this moment, the chieftain was disturbed by lust and all kinds of strange phenomena, but he still pretended to be relaxed and asked: " See if I want to put on my boots."

"If you want, you should go out to pick him up in person."

The chieftain put on his boots obediently, and went to the stairs to meet the Living Buddha.The living Buddha raised his smiling face to the chieftain from below.The chieftain said: "Ah, the living Buddha is here, how are you going to teach me?"

The Living Buddha stopped on the steps, took a deep breath, and said, "For the sake of your eternal life, and for the happiness of the black-headed Tibetans, you should forgive me a lot if you talk lightly about the matter!"

The chieftain said: "I listen to you, Living Buddha, come up." The chieftain even stretched out his hand to help the Living Buddha.Just when these two big hands were about to hold each other, a voice like Chunlei rolled over from the east.Then the ground began to shake.The earth is like a big drum, beaten by an invisible giant hand.In this huge rumbling sound, the earth beat like a cowhide drumhead.As soon as the initial beating started, the living Buddha rolled down the stairs.The chieftain saw the living Buddha opened his mouth, and before he could make a sound, he rolled to the next floor.The shaking of the ground stopped for a moment, and then swayed from side to side like a sieve. The chieftain couldn't stand upright and fell to the ground.What was even more exasperating was that before he fell to the ground, he still wanted to shout something to the living Buddha, so when he fell to the ground, he didn't shout out the words, but bit his own tongue.The chieftain was lying on the ground, feeling that the whole official village was about to collapse.In the face of such violent turmoil, Guanzhai doesn't look like a solid fortress, it's just a pile of wood, stones and clay.Fortunately, the shaking soon passed.The chieftain spat out the blood in his mouth, stood up, and saw the Living Buddha climbing up the stairs again.The chieftain immediately felt that this living Buddha who was neglected by him was very loyal.As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled the living Buddha up from below, and the two sat side by side on the floor of the corridor, looking at the direction from which the huge and mysterious power came, and listening to the screams of the shocked people, from the screams You can know that a house collapsed and someone died.The river broke down the small bridge over the river with a short but powerful surge.Seeing that his huge stockade was still towering under the sky, the chieftain smiled: "Living Buddha, you have to live with me. Once the bridge collapses, you won't be able to go back."

The Living Buddha wiped off the sweat from his head and said, "My God, I came here for nothing, and things have already happened."

The dusty chieftain held the hand of the living Buddha and laughed non-stop.With a laugh, a mouthful of phlegm came up, and when I spit it out, I laughed again, and another mouthful of phlegm came up.After vomiting five, six, seven or eight mouthfuls like this, the chieftain covered his chest and panted for a while, sighed and said, "My God, have I done a lot of stupid things?"

"Not too much and not too little."

"I know what I did, but it was like a dream."

"it's good now."

"Now I'm really better? Well, what do you think I should do?"

"Give relief to the victims, save the souls of the undead."

The chieftain said, "Go into the room and rest. The woman must have been frightened too."

He actually led the Living Buddha to the second wife's room.As soon as I entered the room, my mother knelt down at the feet of the Living Buddha.She kept touching the beautiful boots of the Living Buddha with her head.The chieftain supported the second wife who had been neglected by him for a long time, and said: "Get up, ask someone to bring us something delicious." His tone seemed to be that he was still in this room just now and had never lost himself.The chieftain also said: "Oh my God, I'm so hungry, how long has it been since I ate something well?" Mother gave an order, and the order was passed downstairs one after another.Then, the second wife looked at the Living Buddha with tears in her eyes, and she wanted to fully express her gratitude.The man she thought was lost forever came back to her.

The earth shook for a while, and the strange conditions in the fields disappeared.The families of the dead and collapsed houses were rescued by the chieftain.Soon, it was time to harvest the poppies in the field.

(End of this chapter)