Baima Weiyang

Flakes of snow fell all over the sky one after another, and the entire Zongjiao Lukang was silent in the chill of winter.The bricks and tiles of the stone arch bridge not far away were piled up white, and the deep footprints just stepped on were buried in most of them in a short time.The cool breeze kept rushing in from the window, making his cheeks feel cold.

I raised my hand and closed the window, leaving only a small gap for ventilation.Turning around and walking to the sandalwood desk, on the vermilion brocade tablecloth, Tibetan scriptures were opened and placed.Familiar fonts appeared vividly on the Ajiao Jiajia paper, which was the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" that I had copied all afternoon.It’s just that Cangyang Gyatso specially copied this book for me to use as a copybook. As for my works, I only need to use Gold East Paper to carry them.

Picking up the bamboo pen on the desk, I filled up some ink with the duckbill-like nib, and I copied it again with concentration.A room full of weak butter flames swayed in a trance, and the warm heat enveloped the whole body, as if separating the bone-piercing cold...

The New Year's time flies by, and in a blink of an eye, it has been nearly half a month since the Great Dharma Calling Conference was held.As the supreme ruler of Tibet, Tsangyang Gyatso is naturally very busy.I can't see him at all during the day, so I can only do other things to pass the time.

Chuan Da Dharma Conference is called "Melang Chinmo" in Tibetan, which means "Great Prayer".According to legend, on the first lunar month of the seventh Rabjong Year of the Ox in the Tibetan calendar, Tsongkhapa, the founder of the Gelug Sect, established a religious ceremony in the Jokhang Temple in Lhasa to talk about Buddhist scriptures and make vows and prayers in memory of Sakyamuni. The sects work together to revitalize Buddhism and strictly abide by the precepts.

At that time, more than [-] monks and laymen came to Lhasa from all over the world to participate in the Dharma Assembly. Every day, they would listen to Tsongkhapa explaining the "Buddha Jataka".Because this Fa Conference is not divided into sects, regions, and the scene is unprecedentedly grand, it has continued to this day.

During the reign of the fifth king, with the establishment of the political-religious Ganden Phodrang regime, major reforms were also made to the Chuan Da Dharma Association, and many new contents were injected.In terms of time, it was changed from the first day to the fifteenth day of the first month of the Tibetan calendar every year to the third day to the 25th day of the first month.

The main activity of preaching the Great Call is prayer and chanting, which are held six times a day.The morning prayer, afternoon prayer and evening prayer are wet scriptures. When chanting scriptures, little lamas will appear regularly with teapots or porridge buckets in their arms to pour tea or add porridge for the monks.There are three gatherings in the morning, afternoon and evening called Ganjing, without tea and food supply, mainly for debates on Buddhist philosophy.Under the leadership of the scripture master, tens of thousands of monks chanted with their chest voices, and their voices were as powerful as the tide hitting the reef.

During the summoning period, people who believe in Buddhism from all over the world will come to Lhasa to give alms.They crowded on the platform on the second floor of the Jokhang Temple, throwing coins wrapped in hada to the lamas from time to time.Some high-status donors went directly to the chanting venue holding Tibetan incense in their hands, and presented the alms to the presiding officer of the Dharma meeting with their own hands.

They think that this is the biggest act of avoiding disasters and accumulating merits, so the number of gifts given during the puja is quite large.These donations are used for part of the expenses of the puja, and the rest will be distributed to each dratsang and monks.

One of the most fascinating activities of the Dharma Convocation is the public debate of Kogexi held in Qusongre Square on the south side of the Jokhang Temple.Geshe, the provincial pronunciation of "Gewei Xilian" in Tibetan, means "good knowledge", and is a degree from the Gelug Sect monastery of Tibetan Buddhism.Among them, Larampa Geshe is the highest-level academic title, which was selected and assessed during the Great Dharma Conference.

Larampa Geshe is equivalent to today's doctorate, so monks are very yearning for it.Since the monks themselves are all lamas with outstanding Buddhist attainments, this debate is often very exciting...

"Aha—" I felt sleepy for a while, and I couldn't help but yawned.The elongated black shadow in the corner of the wall moved, and Danba reached out and pulled the butter wick for me.I rubbed my tear-filled eye sockets, and looked up, Danba was looking back from the Jindong paper under my hand.Seeing my tired face, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, "Be patient, you can go see the master when it gets dark."

"Ah?" I was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, I lowered my head and looked at Jin Dongzhi... Sigh!I can’t remember exactly how many times it was. Every time I copied it, my eyes trembled. When I came back to my senses, I found that I had written several names of Tsangyang Gyatso without knowing it.From the corner of the eye, I glanced at Danba who was standing by the desk. Most likely, in his eyes, I couldn't do without his guru.But in fact...it seems to be so...

Slowly raising his eyes to scan Danba's cheek, he found that he was also looking at me, as if he was waiting for my answer.Immediately I felt a little embarrassed, and nodded hurriedly, "Oh." Seeing him lower his head and straighten the pages, I couldn't help turning my sore neck, and asked after I felt more comfortable, "How many articles have you written?"

There was a whimpering sound of paper turning, and after a while, I heard Danba reply, "There are already ten articles." I sighed softly, crumpled the Jindong paper in my hand and threw it into the in the wastebasket...

Tsangyang Gyatso was afraid that I would be too idle, so he would assign me tasks every day, such as copying Buddhist scriptures or something.Today happened to be the turn of the "Heart Sutra", and fifteen articles had to be handed in.Although the "Heart Sutra" is not long, copying Buddhist scriptures should not be distracted.

Originally, my writing in Tibetan had already improved a lot, so the mere [-] articles were a piece of cake.But the problem is that I can't concentrate all the time, and after a few minutes of seriousness, I start thinking about things. This afternoon, I almost made big and small mistakes, and I still missed five articles.

I took out the leather kettle and took a sip of hot water to moisten my throat, and then I took a brand new Jindong paper from the drawer and spread it.After filling the bamboo pen with ink, I continued to write at my desk...

When it was getting dark, it was finally finished.I counted it several times, and after confirming that it was correct, I handed it to Danba to keep it safe.After tossing for so long, I almost have a backache.But I wanted to see Tsangyang Gyatso earlier, and I didn't care about relief, so I ate dinner in a hurry.

When Danba led me out of Zongjiao Lukang, the snow had stopped.The brocade boots under his feet stepped on the thick snow, making a "creaking" sound.The whole garden is still silent, only occasionally the breeze blows, the copper bells at the corners of the eaves ring crisply, and the snow falls occasionally.

Today is the [-]th day of the first lunar month, and at night a butter sculpture lantern show will be held on Barkhor Street, which is also the climax of the Great Dharma Calling Ceremony.According to legend, this is the festival that the patriarch Tsongkhapa commemorated Sakyamuni's "showing the supernatural powers of the six masters of the outside world".

The production method of the butter sculpture is somewhat similar to that of the Beijing dough sculpture.The craftsmen first rub and wash the ghee in cold water, mix it with various toners, and then knead the eight auspicious treasures, three masters and apprentices, flowers, plants, birds and animals on wooden boards, and then assemble these wooden boards in a circle around Barkhor Street. large and small wooden frames.

It was already nightfall when Danba, who was dressed in ordinary robes, led me into the crowd.Looking from a distance, thousands of butter lamps under the wooden frame are lit together, reflecting various and lifelike butter sculptures, embellishing the ancient Barkhor Street like a heavenly palace.

The streets were crowded with people, and Danba and I were almost shoulder to shoulder in the crowd, and it took a long time before we could walk.On the hand-polished stones under the feet, the snow has been trampled into muddy water, which occasionally splashes on the upper of the shoe, leaving a series of gray-black dot marks.

After a while, the surrounding believers suddenly retreated to the sides in unison.Before I could move, I was pushed forward several steps.Looking back, Danba was in the middle of the crowd, some distance away from me.Although it wasn't far away, there were too many people in the middle, and I couldn't get close for a while, so I had to make eye contact with him.

After looking around for a while, I realized that the position I was standing in was a bit conspicuous.But the crowd behind them was so densely packed that they couldn't get their feet in at all.In desperation, I could only raise my hand to cover my face intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking around inadvertently, I saw a row of officers and soldiers dressed in Mongolia walking over.The leaders held heavy Mongolian knives and waved them up and down to maintain order, and the Tibetan words that came out of their mouths were a bit blunt, "King Khan is coming soon, everyone back down!! Clear the rules Come on!"

The officers and soldiers lined up on both sides echoed loudly, "Swords have no eyes! Back off!!" As they spoke, there was a sound of clashing weapons, but the crowd suddenly became silent. .I looked at the faces of the Tibetans around me, and couldn't help but sighed softly.Regarding the influence of Heshuote Mongolia in Tibet, the Tibetans have always been conflicted...

"What are you doing here?! Hurry up and back away!" I was a little dazed, but my elbow was suddenly pushed hard, "Ah..." I cried out in pain, before I could reach out Kneading, the body fell to the side.Fortunately, he was supported by an aunt in time, so that the nearby Tibetans were not harmed.I thanked her softly, and I raised my eyes to stare at the Mongolian soldier in front of me.

Just now when he was in a hurry, the hands covering his face had already been put down.When the man saw my face, he was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized it, he narrowed his eyes with a smirk on his face, "I didn't expect such beauty to exist in this barren place..."

As he said that, he raised his hand and stretched it towards my chin.I snapped his hand open.The man shrank back in pain, and stared at me furiously, "You dare to hit me?!"

"Hmph, I dare to fight you Khan King, let alone you..." I twitched the corners of my mouth.He was suddenly furious, with a grinning expression, and he wanted to slap me in the face when he raised his hand.I didn't avoid it, and watched the thick palm stop an inch from my cheek, and a somewhat hoarse male voice came, "Stop! Don't make a big deal!"

"But this girl..." The man turned his head to look at another Mongolian soldier who was holding his wrist.I followed his gaze and met a somewhat familiar long face, but I didn't remember where I saw it before, so I heard him scold in a low voice, "Jeda! Don't you look at what day it is today?" Their DL lama is still coming to inspect, how could you allow him to bully his people like this?!" The man gradually lost his momentum by what he said, and it took a long time for him to goug me angrily.

"Okay! King Khan has come..."

I looked up at the street not far away, and saw a large group of crimson figures, sometimes wearing colorful clothes, walking slowly towards here.In fact, I noticed it a long time ago, and it was because I was sure that they would not dare to make trouble on this occasion that I dared to be so violent just now.

However, the intentional words to anger that Mongolian soldier were not all because he wanted to belittle me, more... I wanted to know to what extent Lhazang allowed his subordinates to behave mischievously in the Tibetan area. In other words, he is now How much power is there in the Tibetan area... Now it seems that it is already very deep, and it is even time to bring down Diba, and then...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling upset, I reached out and rubbed my cheeks, and after a while I forced myself to turn my attention back to Barkhor Street.A large group of monks and lay officials had already walked a few steps away. Looking around, the most conspicuous one was naturally the handsome Tsangyang Gyatso.

I have never had much self-control towards him, so I fixed my eyes unconsciously after a couple of glances.It wasn't until he turned his head and glanced at me with awareness that I hurried back to my senses.Afraid of being scolded when we meet again, I simply turned my gaze away.I looked around aimlessly at the monks and officials, but I didn't see Diba's figure, so I relaxed my eyes in peace.

Suddenly meeting a pair of sinister red phoenix eyes, I frowned in displeasure.It's been a while since I've seen Lhazang, and he's just as obnoxious as ever.Seeing me looking at him, I just hooked the corners of my mouth indifferently, the smile was shallow but it gave me goosebumps on my arms.Just as he was about to caress her, he caught a glimpse of all the believers around him kneeling down in unison from the corner of his eye.I was taken aback, and hurriedly folded my hands and knelt down on the stone path.

Seeing the familiar monk's boots passing by, my eyes moved accordingly.It wasn't until Tsangyang Gyatso walked away slowly that I straightened up and looked at his slender back.After a while, there was a sound of footsteps, and a pair of bronze deerskin boots suddenly stopped in front of my eyes.I paused, and raised my eyes to look at the long and narrow Danfeng eyes.

Lhazang twitched the corners of his mouth, stared at me casually for a long time before slowly bending down and leaning towards my ear, "Aren't you getting up? How long is this going to be a big gift for me?!"

I froze for a moment, then scanned around, only to find that the Tibetans had already stood up.Gritting my teeth and straightening my knees, I looked at Lhazang sullenly.I can only keep silent if it's not good to cause any trouble in the public.As if he didn't mean to trouble me, Danfeng narrowed his narrow eyes, then turned his head and walked in the direction of Tsangyang Gyatso.

Staring at the back of Lazang going away, the Mongolian robes in full dress looked extravagant under the butter lamp, and my mind couldn't help but feel heavy.Knowing that the political competition between him and Diba is about to begin, but he is not sure about the specific date. This feeling is like stepping on a high-hanging cable bridge, and he can't feel at ease for a long time...

There were bursts of vigorous chanting sounds from the Jokhang Temple, echoing on the ancient Barkhor Street.The believers around began to bow down again piously.After a while, the sound of chanting gradually stopped, and the Tibetans scattered around to watch the butter flowers.

Probably because of the stay in Lazang before, the Mongolian soldiers beside me subconsciously looked at me several times.Ignoring his weird gaze, I turned around and searched for Danba.When he saw me, he ran over in a hurry.

Before the start of the Butter Lantern Festival, the DL Lama will first visit the Barkhor Street, from the cloudy weather to the color of the butter lamp flame, to predict the good fortune and fortune of the new year.

Guessing that the divination was almost over, Danba led me into a small alleyway.The street is very narrow, there are almost no shops on both sides, and there are few people.At the end of the alleyway is a small restaurant with crooked Tibetan characters nailed on the gray wall.Stepping into the tavern, there is a faint scent of highland barley wine.Looking into the hall, there was only one table of guests drinking butter tea.

When I was wondering, Danba stepped forward and saluted them respectfully.After a closer look, I realized that it was a table of lamas in ordinary robes.Before I had time to ask more questions, Danba led me upstairs and stopped in front of a small private room, "Master asked me to bring you here, please go in quickly."

"Well, thank you." I put my palms together and smiled at Danba, and he smiled back.When he opened the door and entered, Tsangyang Gyatso was taking off his cassock with his head bowed.I was dazed when I saw it, and I stood stiffly for a while before I remembered to turn around and close the wooden door.When he turned his head again, he met his black and clear eyes.

Seeing me shy, he couldn't help frowning and glanced at me, "Come here." I secretly swallowed dry saliva, and walked over with some embarrassment.The slender figure grew bigger and bigger in the slightly shaking line of sight, and I stopped subconsciously.

Carefully took the cassock in his hand, and handed over the ordinary robe on the desk next to him under the guidance of his eyes.Tsangyang Gyatso was wearing a short-sleeved leather jacket. I had never seen him wear this kind of underwear, so I couldn't help being curious.Seeing that he was about to put on his outer robe, I didn't care about being shy anymore, so I hurriedly looked at him.

Seeing me like this, Cangyang Gyatso immediately turned serious.I was startled, and when I realized it, I started coughing uncontrollably.It was almost when my throat was sore from coughing that I dared to look up at him.Facing that handsome face, I found that he was looking at me steadily, with an unknown light shining in his eyes.

I was taken aback, and couldn't help but glanced from top to bottom, only to see that his outer robe was loosely opened, the corners of the clothes were a little messy, and a large portion of the leather jacket with leather lining was exposed.I secretly adjusted my breathing, but my mind was still dizzy for a while, and I looked at him for a long time but still didn't understand why.

He... doesn't seem to have the habit of asking someone to change his clothes.So... what is this implying to me? !What should I do now? !Could it be... the thoughts in his mind were turning back and forth, but his body was caught off guard and pulled in front of him.I blushed and glanced at him implicitly, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

He put his hand on my neck and tilted his head slightly.The fiery breath kept sweeping around my neck, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat.Faintly understood what he meant, and I couldn't help becoming more and more nervous.But after thinking about it, since he acquiesced, then I can naturally have no scruples.I was thinking about whether to come to a pre-emptive strike...

"Give me the belt. If you like it, I'll send it to you when I go back." The cold voice came suddenly, as if an iron rod woke me up... "Ah?!" I stared at him blankly for a while Son, I lowered my head and found that the silver plate belt in my hand was being tightly grasped by me.I hurriedly let go, and I stretched out my hand to wrap the belt around his waist, but my face was so hot that it was about to burn.

It took me a long time to fasten it, and I pretended to be busy tidying it up for a long time. My eyes remained on his chest, and I dared not move it up.Thinking about what happened just now, it was really thrilling.Fortunately, I think slowly, and I don't have time to practice anything in the future, otherwise I should be arrested and cultivate my morals... Alas!I used to think I was quite platonic, but compared with the master, I am simply a representative of pornography, gambling and drugs...

Cangyang Gyatso saw me bowing my head and looking sullen again, so he couldn't help but reached out and patted my cheek, and taught me with a sigh, "Don't think too much."

I held his warm palm and nodded determinedly.His eyes fell on his silver plate belt inadvertently, and his words just now echoed in his ears... Wait, what did he just say? !Are you going to give me the belt? !The meaning of this behavior is... I couldn't help being taken aback.Cangyang Gyatso saw my expression changed drastically, he immediately pulled away his hand, and walked out the door without looking back.

I stared blankly at his back, and after standing there for two or three seconds, I rushed forward and hugged his waist.Cangyang Gyatso's body was shaken by my bump, and he turned his head to look at me.Meeting his clear eyes, I just felt that the corners of my mouth were almost behind my ears, "You can't keep what you promise."

Tsangyang Gyatso glanced at me indifferently, put his hands on the back of my head, and turned my whole body in front of him, "It's just a belt, I don't want to part with it."

"What?!" I stomped my feet angrily, and it took me a long time to force myself to calm down, "You obviously didn't mean that just now."

He paused when he heard the words, and looked down, "Then what do I mean?" I was choked by his eyes, and my face flushed immediately.This makes me feel embarrassed to say it... But Tibetan men and women give belts to each other, in addition to expressing love, it also means giving each other the right to undress and broadband...

After thinking about it, I still didn't dare to say it.Looking up at Cangyang Gyatso, he was pinching my red earlobe, with a rare laziness in his eyes.I gritted my teeth, and if I can't bear it, I will make big plans. The future will be bright, and I will be able to act according to my wits in the future... Besides, it's just as long as you know and I know about this kind of thing, and there is no need to say it.

In this way, I comforted myself, and finally my heart was not so hurt.I reached out and pulled Tsangyang Gyatso's robe, he glanced at me, then leaned over to let me lean into his ear, "No matter what you mean, this belt is mine anyway." Saying that, I He lowered his head and touched the silver plate belt, and his fingertips stroked the inlaid agate, bringing a cool and smooth touch.

Cangyang Gyatso stared at me for a while, before the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Well, of course I will give you what I promised." Looking at the ambiguous smile on his lips, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.

This hateful person always trips me up, gives me hope, and makes me happy in vain.But... I sighed lightly, there's no way, I can't lower him no matter what...

While my thoughts were tossing, the top of my head suddenly felt heavy, "Ouch." I was forced to come back to my senses, raised my hand to touch it, and there was already a thick gold frame on my head.He adjusted his hat slightly, and turned his gaze upwards, only to see that Tsangyang Gyatso was wearing a large round-topped fox fur hat.I froze for a moment, and reached out to touch the soft golden fur.

I heard that the Tibetan fox fur is very precious and valuable, and it feels really good to the touch now... Seeing that I was holding it for a long time and refused to let it go, Cangyang Gyatso slapped my hand away. "Hiss..." I took a painful breath, lowered my head to glance at the reddish face of my hand, and cast a reproachful glance at him.He put it to his lips and wanted to exhale, but his hand was held by Cangyang Gyatso.The gentle caress relieved the pain, and the warm body temperature spread into the skin, and my mood finally improved a lot.

When they walked out of the restaurant, the night became darker and darker.The melted snow water trickled down the rough wall.The night wind pierced through the winding narrow passage, bringing bursts of damp chill.After walking slowly for a while, the light ahead became more and more clear, and the wet stone slab was illuminated indistinctly.Turning a corner, the eyes suddenly brightened.

Barkhor Street is still bustling with people, and the Tibetans admiring butter sculptures can't see the end at a glance.Devout believers lingered in front of the painted statues of Buddha to worship, and respectfully offered pure white hada.Thousands of butter lamps emit warm yellow light, reflecting on countless festive faces.

There is a faint creamy fragrance floating in the air.I carefully admired the picture-like picture in front of me, and felt as if I was in the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss for a moment.I looked here and there, and walked half a street non-stop, until I was too cold, I reluctantly slipped back into Tsangyang Gyatso's arms.

He yawned lazily towards the sky, and the white breath he exhaled disappeared as soon as he raised his chin.I rubbed my wet eyelids, tilted my head and glanced at Cangyang Gyatso.I don't know what's wrong with him today, but he has a very good temper.Follow me all the way to look around, I don't care if I walk a few steps away.After thinking about it for a long time, I still can't figure out what he's thinking, maybe I'm used to being restrained on weekdays, but seeing him like this now makes me panic.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help looking at his face again, as if I felt my gaze, Tsangyang Gyatso also lowered his eyes and glanced down.I touched my nose with a smile, and suddenly realized that my fingers were so cold that I almost lost my sense of touch.I couldn't get it back, so I simply raised my hand and reached into Cangyang Gyatso's lapel... After staying for a while, it was still cold, so I tried to grope deeper...

"This is the street, don't mess around." A clear scolding voice came from above his head immediately.

I paused, and looked at him suspiciously, "Isn't it just on the street?!" As soon as I finished speaking, I received a solid white eye.I swallowed dry saliva, shrunk my neck, but didn't dare to move my hands in the front of my clothes.

Seeing that I kept yelling cold, Cangyang Gyatso simply stopped and covered my hands for me.I stared blankly at the way he warmed my hands, feeling as sweet as falling into a honeypot...

After a while, I suddenly felt something was wrong.I glanced to both sides, it seemed that there was nothing unusual, and then I brushed Cangyang Gyatso's shoulder and looked back, but still found nothing... I frowned subconsciously, strange, why did I always feel that someone was there looking at me...

"Still cold?" Seeing that I was restless, Cangyang Gyatso couldn't help stretching out his arms to wrap me in his arms.I shook my head hastily, leaning the back of my head slightly against his shoulder.Walking forward, the lifelike butter sculptures kept shifting and changing in my sight, but I couldn't get up the idea of ​​watching them.

His eyes occasionally glanced back, and his heart became more and more disturbed.But when he raised his eyes to look at Cangyang Gyatso, his expression was as usual, nothing unusual.Maybe it's my nervousness.I thought so, but the feeling of being peeped has not faded away.

After holding back for a while, I finally couldn't help but leaned into Cangyang Gyatso's ear, and said in a low voice, "Have you noticed...someone has been following us?"

He glanced at me lightly, "Found it."

I couldn't help being stunned, looking back and forth, but I didn't dare to turn my head back, "Who is he?" Cangyang Gyatso pinched my face expressionlessly, but his eyes glanced behind me , "Diba's entourage."

"Ah?!" I was stunned, my heart full of doubts, but staring at the face in front of me, I couldn't say anything.I didn't wake up suddenly until a slight tearing pain came from my cheek... It hurt so much, I hurriedly held Cangyang Gyatso's hand, and asked anxiously, "Don't we need to hide?"

"No." He replied without hesitation, his voice low but clear.I looked at him and exhaled softly. After all, he is someone who is used to seeing big scenes. He can be so calm in the nick of time, unlike me... Even if he is pressed on the cutting board, he still has to struggle twice... …

Just as he was staring blankly, a gust of hot air suddenly came from his ears, "Someone will solve it for us." As soon as he finished speaking, Cangyang Gyatso stopped in his footsteps.Before I could figure out why, I was suddenly pulled into his arms by him.

"Ah..." I was taken aback by this sudden movement, but before I could react, my vision was spinning again.I don't know how many times he was led around, and when his center of gravity stabilized, his back suddenly touched the wet rough wall.Panting heavily, I looked behind Cangyang Gyatso, and a horse whizzed past...