Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

The young lama didn't know who the woman was. He only knew that the woman had been in the temple much longer than Zhang Qiling. The woman was said to be buried under the ice of the Tibetan Sea Flower. The strange thing was that the woman was not trapped in that place. The dead seemed to be buried in that frozen tomb.

There is only a hidden sea of ​​flowers in the shady pit in Namjagbarwari. In the sea of ​​flowers, there is a huge lake looming, like a delicate mirror, quietly reflecting the blue of the sky.

There are many ice layers around the Tibetan Flower Sea, and there are many dark shadows hidden in the ice layers. It is said that it is a tribal mausoleum. Only the lamas in the temple know the existence of that place.

When the little lama had just turned sixteen, he was told this secret. Every year in July, he went to the mountains and traveled for a month in the summer to get to that place. The little lama never went in, he just watched from a distance. .

Those black shadows were buried deep in the ice, and the masters would go in once every ten years. The little lama didn't know what the masters had done.

Until ten years ago, the masters who went in brought back a frozen corpse. He heard the conversations of the masters. This woman was not dead, but she was not alive either. The young lama didn't understand much about this, but he just felt Very strange.

The woman was placed in a room. The little lama had a glimpse of the woman's face. She was a very beautiful woman with a very fair complexion, unlike the Tibetan complexion. She lay quietly on the felt and was transported in. During the whole process, she It was as if he was asleep, not moving at all, and no one ever entered that room again.

It wasn't until nine years later that this man named Zhang Qiling came. The first thing he said when he came to the temple was a person's name, and then he accurately said the woman's appearance. The young lama didn't know the woman's name. It turned out to be Baima.

This name is really nice————

But what puzzled the young lama was that the masters did not agree with Zhang Qiling to see the woman.

One of the masters stared at Zhang Qiling quietly, shook his head slightly and said, "You are like a stone now. There is no difference between seeing it and not seeing it."

"You have to learn to think."

"You can't be a stone so that your mother... can't feel your presence."

Because of these words, Zhang Qiling stayed here for more than a year.

For more than a year, Zhang Qiling has been working with the chisel day after day.

The master's words kept echoing in his mind, and the movements in his hands were meaningless, but he couldn't stop.

"Since you came here to look for the woman named Pema, it means that you want to see her in your heart. Since you have thoughts in your heart, why haven't you carved anything out yet?" The little lama said after the morning class. When he came to Zhang Qiling, he looked at the smaller and smaller stone with some doubts.

Zhang Qiling was taking a lunch break. He was sitting on a larger stone among the rubble he had dug. He didn't react or answer when he heard the little lama's words.

The little lama was obviously used to it. He said to himself: "Where did you come from? And why did you come here? These are all your thoughts! I really don't understand why the masters say you are a piece of cake." Where are the stones?”

Zhang Qiling quietly raised his head and looked up at the blue sky, his eyes gradually becoming blurred. He didn't know what "thinking" was, and he didn't know why he came. But when Qinghuai mentioned Baima, he came by accident.

Zhang Qiling has never met his mother, so he naturally doesn't know how to carve his mother's face. Even his mother's name and appearance were told to him by Qinghuai. Although Qinghuai told him many things about his mother, he still felt very confused. ……confused.

yes? why? Who is the mother? Why do you want to see her?

Zhang Qiling asked himself, but did not get the answer he expected.

Zhang Qiling was overwhelmed by the series of mysteries. He lowered his head slightly, took a bite of tsampa, carefully packaged the things and put them aside, and continued to pound the stones.

The little lama just looked at Zhang Qiling quietly and remained silent. A man wearing a dark blue Tibetan robe came behind the little lama. This man in a Tibetan robe was a craftsman hired by the temple. The dark blue Tibetan robe is the best. Their family has been passed down for several generations, and the craftsmanship has always been very good. .

Every time the craftsman came to the temple, he would see the man who kept knocking stones in the yard. He gently patted the young lama on the shoulder and sighed helplessly: "Maybe he doesn't know what the meaning of that name means." Bar?"

The young lama looked up at the craftsman and asked, "Why are you here? Is there something broken in the temple? Or is another stone falling from the mountain?"

The craftsman shook his head and said softly: "No, the master came and asked me to repair the beams and stove behind the room."

The little lama looked puzzled and asked: "Which house?"

The craftsman looked towards the house where Zhang Qiling lived. When the young lama saw this, he understood immediately. The corners of his mouth could not help but raise, and he turned to look at the man who was still knocking stones in the courtyard. The young lama said: "Master, what are you doing here?" Are you willing to admit that he is thinking about it?"

The little lama looked at the stone carved by Zhang Qiling with confusion. It seemed that it was no different from when he first started more than a year ago.

Suddenly the little lama felt the strength on his shoulders. He looked up and saw the craftsman pointing at the ground. He followed the direction the craftsman pointed. Under the noon sun, he saw the shadow of the strange stone carved in Zhang Qiling's hand. , the strange thing is that the shadow is in the shape of a person, it seems to be the sitting posture of Zhang Qiling sitting on the stone just now.

The little lama understood that Zhang Qiling must have observed his own shadow at noon every day, and then started the first chisel according to the shadow.

As the sun rose and set for more than a year, Zhang Qiling sat quietly among the rubble, carving tirelessly. In an inadvertent moment, when he saw the shadow that was constantly carving in the rubble, he suddenly realized that that shadow Be yourself.

that's me--

This shadow may be one of thousands of answers.

Qinghuai said that he looked very similar to his mother. Zhang Qiling still didn't have a complete understanding of his appearance, so he didn't know whether he was similar to her in appearance.

At this moment, Zhang Qiling somewhat understood but didn't understand.

So he continued to practice, and something seemed different after more than a year of practice. He kept sculpting, from 'nothing' to 'being', and he seemed to gradually realize the existence of 'I'.

The craftsmen and the little lama were happy to see that this was a heartfelt inspiration for Zhang.

The craftsman said with some emotion: "How is your Buddhist practice going?"

"Hehe..." The little lama smiled stupidly and did not respond.

"In ancient legends, people believed that girls initially had no souls and no one could harm them. However, the devil created boys, handsome and passionate suitors, thus planting the seeds of souls in girls' hearts. As The awakening of their hearts means that they have a weakness that allows everything in the world to touch their hearts." The craftsman was silent for a long time and said calmly: "We allow a person to have a heart, maybe for the better. What about hurting him?"

That night, Zhang Qiling was brought into the space that had been closed for ten years, and he also... saw his mother for the first time.

For him at this time, all this was too hasty, and what he couldn't understand was that Baima didn't seem to wake up completely.

Zhang Qiling walked slowly to Baima's side, his heart filled with unspeakable confusion about everything around him, as if something in a hurry was chasing him.

The masters said that after the medicinal properties of the Tibetan sea flower faded away, Pema would only have three days to truly die. Zhang Qiling did not get any information from Baima's mouth, nor did he hear the slightest sound of his mother calling him.

Zhang Qiling has always felt that he has no connection with the world. Even with Qinghuai, he sometimes has an unreal feeling. He doesn't know whether Qinghuai is real or... his own imagination.