"It's possible. I once heard Ji Pugla say that people can see gods and Buddhas when they are about to die!"
"But why did Jambagra suddenly come to life again?"
"Also, maybe the Living Buddha cured him?"
"Well, it's possible!"
"However, just now the Han boy touched Jambagra in a weird way. After a while, he got better. Could it be that he is the Living Buddha?"
"Impossible, impossible, he is a Han Chinese, how can he be a living Buddha!"
The Tibetans gathered around Jambagla and talked and whispered among themselves. Jambagla heard what they said and said loudly and displeasedly: "No, Buddha said that all living beings are equal. Where did the Han and Tibetans come from?"
Jambagla had great prestige among these Tibetans. When he spoke, these people fell silent, but there was still a look of disapproval on their faces.
Jambagra sat for a while and gradually regained his strength, then he stretched out his hand and motioned to Mei Duo to help him stand up.
Mei Duo said nervously: "Jiang Bagra, you are not recovered yet, you should sit down and rest for a while."
Jambagra laughed, and the deep wrinkles on his face were like a blooming chrysanthemum: "I'm very fine. I haven't felt as comfortable as I do today in more than 20 years."
As he spoke, he had to support himself to stand up. Mei Duo, who was beside him, couldn't help but help him stand up.
As soon as he stood up, Jambagla asked Mei Duo: "What happened? I only remember that I seemed to be on a pilgrimage when I suddenly fainted, and then I saw the living Buddha standing behind me, offering me
Do some enlightenment."
Mei Duo stared at her big eyes, pointed at the two foreigners and the Chinese female tour guide, and said: "Qiang Bagra, they felt your pulse and tested your breath, saying that you have gone to the Western Paradise.
Already."
Jambagra politely put his hands together and bowed to the two foreigners and the Chinese female tour guide: "Tashi Delek, thank you for your help."
After listening to the translation of the Chinese female tour guide, the two foreigners quickly joined hands and bent down to return the favor.
After Qiang Bagra straightened up, he asked again: "Did anything else happen later?"
Mei Duo hesitated for a moment and said, "A dirty Han man squeezed in and touched the top of your head with his hand, and then he left."
Jambagra's eyes lit up and he asked: "What happens next?"
Mei Duo said with a puzzled look: "Then you wake up!"
Jambagla became excited and asked loudly: "Where is this person now!"
Mei Duo pointed in the direction of the mountainside: "That's where he went."
Qiang Bagra stamped his feet and said: "Mei Duo, what do I teach you on weekdays? Why don't you keep him? This is my savior! He is the Living Buddha I saw!"
Before Mei Duo had time to speak, he saw the Tibetans around him widening their eyes and saying, "Jiang Bagra, are you not confused? How can that Han man be a living Buddha?"
Jambagra said loudly: "I'm going to the Paradise. He gave me an enlightenment initiation with his hands on the top of his head, and I came back to life. This kind of method and ability was even done by Master Gilia Tenzin."
No! What is this if not a living Buddha?"
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief at what Jambagra said. They looked at each other, and their hearts began to waver. Some of them whispered: "Yes, this person touched the top of Jambagra's head with his hand. Jambagra
He came back to life. Such a method is really unbelievable! What is he if he is not a living Buddha?"
"How could the Living Buddha be Han?"
"Oh, no matter what, I see, it was this Han who saved Jambagla's life."
"Yes, yes, I think this man is the Living Buddha among the Han people!"
These people couldn't agree with each other, so an old Tibetan looked at Jambagla and said, "Jambagra, you are our pilgrim leader, you can tell us what to do!"
There was a look of embarrassment on Jambagla's face, and he thought to himself: It stands to reason that he should catch up immediately and express his gratitude to his benefactor, but pilgrims must bow three times every step during the pilgrimage. If not, then...
I am extremely disrespectful to the Buddha. I will not be able to escape to the Paradise after death. But if I bow three steps at a time, how can I catch up with this benefactor?
Jampagra looked embarrassed, but Mei Duo said very considerately: "Jambagra, I think he is also going to Kathok Monastery. He will definitely rest there for a while. Maybe when we arrive, he will
Still there!”
Qiang Bagra sighed: "That's all we have to do." After saying that, he turned his face again and kept teaching Mei Duo: "Why didn't you hold him back in the first place? Did you see that he was
Do the Han people have preconceived notions and have other ideas in mind?"
Mei Duo glanced at Qiang Bagra timidly and shook her head weakly: "No, it's because he is too dirty..."
Jambagla couldn't help but said angrily: "I'm still dirty! I paid homage all the way here, but there's no place on my body that's not dirty? And there's no place on your body that's not dirty! Damn it, the Buddha said that all living beings are equal, and there is no distinction between high and low, let alone high or low.
People are distinguished by beauty, ugliness and purity. As my disciple, you actually said such a thing! Don’t you know that the Buddha once begged on the street and had unkempt hair and face?"
Mei Duo, a young and beautiful girl, was scolded by Jambagra in front of everyone. Her eyes suddenly turned red, and tears could not stop rolling in her eyes. She did not dare to refute, but just pulled Jambagra.
He held his hand and said softly: "Jiang Bagra, don't be angry. If you bump into him later, I will just apologize to him. You are in good health, but don't be angry. We can't do it without you."
Jambagra said angrily: "What if you can't touch it? Let me tell you, if you can't touch it, you have committed an evil deed and will be punished in the future!"
Mei Duo couldn't bear it any longer, tears rolled down her round cheeks, but she had a strong temper, so she turned around and wiped her tears secretly, not wanting anyone to see her.
The Tibetans on the side advised each other: "Jiangbagla, stop talking about Mei Duo. You almost went to Paradise before, and Mei Duo cried so sadly! Maybe we met this Han man in front of us?"
Jambagra snorted and said, "What if I can't touch it?"
Everyone looked at each other for a while and fell silent.
Qiang Bagra stopped talking. He faced the direction of Duonian Mountain, clasped his hands together, then raised his hands above his head, and knelt down on the ground. Then he knelt down on the ground, his head touching the ground, his mouth touching the ground, and then his whole body crawled up with his heart touching the ground.
, with his whole body touching the ground, he completed a five-body prostrations.
When these Tibetans saw him starting his pilgrimage, they followed him one after another, walking towards the Kathok Monastery halfway up the mountain with three steps and one kneel.
Two foreigners who were hiking witnessed this scene. After listening to the Chinese female tour guide’s translation, they couldn’t help but praise: “What a magical country! Magical pilgrims, magical living Buddhas!”
The female tour guide Liu Xia said with a dubious look on her face: "That sloppy man is a living Buddha? I wouldn't believe it even if I beat him to death!"
One of the foreigners said: "It doesn't matter whether he is a living Buddha or not. What is important is that he pressed his hand on the head of the dead old man and the old man came back to life. This is really amazing. Liu Xia, you Chinese are all like this
Magical?"
Liu Xia curled up her lips and muttered in Chinese: "Who knows if he is just a blind cat and a dead mouse."
Seeing that she was speaking Chinese, but he couldn't understand it, the foreigner shrugged helplessly, and then said to his companion: "Hey, Jack, is your camera used as a decoration? Why didn't you take any pictures just now?
Come down!"
Jack said: "Ruby, I didn't expect this! Don't worry, I'll take it out right away and I won't shut it down again all the way!"
Ruby smiled and said: "Then let's catch up all the way. I feel like these people are going to cause trouble."
Li Yundong didn't know that a group of people behind him were chasing him, but at different speeds. He was crawling along the mountain road of Duonian Mountain, and the Seven Treasures Psychic Fan, which weighed more than 100 kilograms on his back, had long been accustomed to its weight and lightness.
If there is nothing, although he is not running, even when he walks, he feels like the wind is blowing under his feet, and the scenery on the roadside keeps receding behind him.
When he climbed halfway up the mountain, Li Yundong looked up and saw a splendid temple standing in front of him. Under the golden sun, the red palaces were densely covered like a forest, with mountains upon layers. In this forest, it was known as
The Zhimei Xixiong Pagoda, which is the "one decoration of the snow mountain", is clustered among the halls. Countless small white pagodas around it continue to the hillside, as if guiding pilgrims on the upward path.
Before he entered the temple, Li Yundong felt a majesty and pressure coming towards him. This was a powerful force formed by the firm beliefs and thoughts of countless pilgrims over thousands of years. It was like countless gods.
Tightly surrounding this temple, guarding this snow-capped mountain.
"What a powerful force!" Li Yundong was secretly awestruck in his heart. When he was stimulated by this force, the real energy in his body suddenly gathered surgingly, just like two beasts in the forest suddenly met together, and each of them raised their weapons.
mane!
As soon as the true energy in Li Yundong's body gathered, he immediately felt that the power hovering over the temple suddenly formed into a vajra arhat holding a vajra and a red sun vajra wheel behind him, with a ferocious expression and a fierce look towards him.
Come on!
Li Yundong was startled and was about to resist, but suddenly he heard an old voice in his mind: "Don't be hostile. If you are strong, it will become stronger. If you are weak, it will become weaker!"
This sudden sound made Li Yundong startled, and he subconsciously held back his breath.
The breath in Li Yundong's body came and went quickly. The Vajra Arhat that rushed towards him was also distorted in an instant, and he had already disappeared when he rushed forward.
Li Yundong was startled by this sudden attack. When he came to his senses, he turned around and looked around to see who was giving him a warning, but when he looked left and right, he saw an endless stream of tourists and pilgrims.
, there was no Vajra Arhat that Li Yundong had seen before, and Li Yundong didn't see anyone acting suspiciously.
Li Yundong was puzzled. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that this person had no ill intentions, so he put the matter aside and walked into the temple.
When Li Yundong no longer felt vigilant and wary, he no longer felt the strong hostility of the hidden power in this temple.
After walking into the temple, Li Yundong looked around and found that there were not only small vendors selling incense, but also merchants selling food and drinks. There were also running taps in some places. He nodded secretly and thought to himself: There is such a rush on the road.
For a long time, let's rest here for one night before continuing on our way.
Li Yundong made up his mind and found a step to sit down on.
The group of people such as Jambagla and Mei Duo, who were on the pilgrimage behind, worshiped three steps at a time at an alarmingly slow pace. It was not until it was almost dark that they slowly walked to the Kathok Temple. Although it was night, the temple was still there.
The incense is strong and the white smoke curls up.
Jambagla and the lama abbot in the temple have been friends for a long time. After the two exchanged warm greetings, Jambagla and his tribe came to the temple to rest. After a day of worship, the group was already exhausted. Some people even found a
place, fell asleep.
Jambagla was the only one sitting on the steps outside the temple, looking at the glittering golden plaque of Kathok Temple, feeling uneasy.
Because of the day's work, Mei Duo obediently sat on the steps with Jambagra, holding her knees with her hands, looking at the white moon in the sky with a pair of dark eyes.
"Mei Duo, are you still blaming me for teaching you a lesson in front of everyone today?" Jambagra suddenly said.
Mei Duo shook his head, the braid on his head swayed, and the ornaments hanging on the braid also swayed: "No, Jianbagra, you are right, I shouldn't look at people like this, my practice is not enough
!”
Qiang Bagra looked at Mei Duo lovingly and was about to speak when suddenly a figure flashed around a corner not far away. Mei Duo also saw this scene and suddenly her whole body was excited. She stood up and shook her head excitedly.
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