on January 23, 1993, I ushered in the first Spring Festival after arriving in Tibet in the recruit company. I turned off the lights and went to sleep after watching the Spring Festival party that night. We don't think there will be any emergency assembly for the new year's Eve, so we are mentally relaxed. We fall asleep in bed, and the equipment that should have been arranged in order is also in a mess. After three o'clock in the middle of the night, a sharp whistle woke us up from our sleep. Everyone made a mess. From time to time, they heard someone quietly cursing: "Damn it, the Spring Festival is also an emergency gathering. It's not allowed to let people live." Scold to scold, we still quickly arrived at the playground, but a full minute slower than usual.
the commander of the new company, with a long face, growled, "you are soldiers. You should keep a high level of vigilance at all times. Today's emergency gathering is a full minute slow. What does a minute mean? For soldiers, it means blood and sacrifice. Platoon, check the equipment. " As a result of the equipment inspection, a large part of the soldiers are not equipped properly or their backpacks are not standard. The company commander angrily scolded with his pure Yunnan accent: "you new recruits, fire eggs, don't know what their surname is after a festival. Take a moment and stand up. All of them, five kilometers off-road, running, walking. " It's not the first time for us to run five kilometers of cross-country at 3:00 in the middle of the night, but it's the first time for us to spend it like this on New Year's day. It was very dark that night. There was no moon in the sky. There were a few stars hanging in the sky. The sky in Tibet is very close, and the stars seem to be within reach. I don't know how long I've been running. I gradually fall behind the team. The platoon leader calls my name in front of me, and then roars hard. But I can't hear what he said. My feet are as heavy as lead. I can hardly lift them. I can't help but slow down. Anyway, I'm at the bottom every five kilometers, and I'm used to it. I can't go back and listen to their roar.
after a cold wind, the sweat on the body became cold. The wind was heard all over the ears, and the front team could not see it.
it's called renqinggang. It's just a path leading to the recruit company, surrounded by bushes more than one meter high. I just found a place to sit down on the side of the road. Anyway, it's less than a kilometer away from the recruits. I'll take a rest and go back. I felt my cigarette and lit it to enjoy it. Then I heard footsteps coming from the way we came. I'm sure our team has passed, but it's almost four o'clock. Who will walk on such a road? "Who?" I asked bravely No response. Footsteps were approaching, but strange things happened. I heard footsteps passing in front of me, but I didn't see any figure. I am not a timid person, but at this time I am very afraid, as if the heart to the throat. I want to find out what's going on. Though I'm full of fear, I still follow the fast steps. I know there is a Taoist class not far in front of me. If anything happens, I'll run there. There is the Kasong family, the monitor of the Taoist class.
when I felt that I was approaching, the footsteps suddenly disappeared, only the wind was howling in my ear.
for the first time in my life, I felt that night was so horrible and ferocious that I ran forward with all my strength. When I ran to the Taoist school, the light was on. I clapped the door hard and cried, "gasong, open the door." When the door opened, gasong lifted the felt curtain and let me into the room. At the same time, he asked me in very fluent Chinese: "so late, what's the matter?" Then I noticed a young man in the room, who was not much older than me. I picked up the pot from the stove, took the bowl and poured myself a bowl of buttered tea, took a big SIP and said, "emergency assembly, five kilometers of practice."
the young man is very fashionable, but it can be seen at a glance that he is also Tibetan. Black down jacket, jeans, high leather boots, a cap and a patriot walkman. But his eyes were on me. His Chinese was much more fluent than gasong's: "are you nervous? Have you met anything strange? " I looked at him, looked at gasong, nodded and told them the experience. Gasong smiled bitterly at the young man and said something I couldn't understand in Tibetan. The young man stood up and said to me, "take me to the place where you heard the footsteps just now." I asked gasong who this young man was. Gasong said he was a zhupigu. I didn't know what zhupigu meant, but it was not easy to ask. He took a flashlight and signaled me to lead the way. Although I don't know who he is, I took him there according to what he said. Gasong followed closely, holding a string of beads and muttering.
when we got to that place, the young man looked around and motioned us to sit down. I'd like to ask gasong Zhu what it means, but gasong winked and motioned me not to speak. After about ten minutes, the footsteps began to ring again. It was still in that direction, from far to near, but there was still no one in the flashlight. At this time, the young man took something out of his arms, like a very small flute, white as a jade. He put it on his lips and blew it gently. It was quiet, not harsh, soft and soothing. In less than a minute, he put down his flute, turned his head and said a few words to gasong in Tibetan. Gasong nodded with a strong head. Then he looked at me and smiled and said, "go to the Taoist class and sit down. Let's talk. I can answer your doubts. " I thought about it. Although I didn't know what kind of punishment I would face if I went back late, I must find out what happened to all of these things. Otherwise, my heart would be shrouded in fear.
back to the Taoist class, gasong poured butter tea for everyone. I took out cigarettes, one by one. Then I couldn't help asking the young man, "gasong just said your zhupigu, what does zhupigu mean?" The young man smiled and looked at gasong. Gasong said, "in our Tibetan Buddhism, those who have achievements in practice and can reincarnate according to their own wishes are called" zhubigu ". In the words of your Han people, they can also be called" living Buddha " It's my turn to be surprised. The young man in front of me is a reincarnated living Buddha. I asked curiously, "such a young living Buddha?" The young man smiled and said to me, "you'd better call me but increase it. Acquaintance is a kind of fate. We are about the same age and should be friends." I smile awkwardly. I'm a little excited. It's worth showing off to have a living Buddha as a friend. But I immediately thought of the experience. I asked him what was the matter, and what kind of treasure his flute was. He looked at me and said, "can you tell me when you were born?" I was stunned, but I still told him the date of my birth. He frowned a little and said, "no wonder you can't see. It turns out that your eight characters are pure Yang. "
then he put out the smoke and said slowly, "the footsteps you hear are ghosts. The children in Kasong's family not only hear footsteps, but also see ghosts, so they found me." I didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but I couldn't explain what I experienced. I asked him, "what kind of thing is your flute? Does that work? Let me see. " He took out the flute and handed it to me: "this is the bone flute. Some eminent monks left a piece of bone that could not be cremated after their silence. It's the magic weapon of Tantrism. Of course, it's OK not to carve a flute. That's bone jade. " I heard that it was made of human bones and almost fell to the ground. I quickly returned it to him. He then said, "I'm just playing Requiem. It won't come out again." I have another question: "why didn't you cast before I came?" He squeezed his eyes and said, "I just arrived. I got a phone call from gasong in the morning and rushed over from the zhemai temple in Kangbu. The car broke down in parry. When I walked down, you arrived within ten minutes after I entered the door."
I nodded and said, "so you are the Lama of zhemai temple." "I'm not a Lama," he said. "I don't live in a temple. I just go to lecture occasionally." Then he looked at me with a kind of strange eyes, and I felt hairy: "what are you looking at? I have flowers?" He smiled and said, "in fact, you have a good relationship with Buddha. It's better to learn some Buddhism and become a monk." I shook my head at once. If the army knew that I was studying Tibetan Buddhism, it would be strange not to expel the army. He seemed to see through my mind and said, "it's OK. I didn't really ask you to be a Lama, to be a layman disciple, and to cultivate yourself." I laughed: "this Buddhism can be self-taught?" He asked me, "does the Buddha have a regular shape?" I thought about it, shook my head, and he asked, "is there a normal state in France?" I shook my head again, and he said, "that's not right. If you stick to form, you lose your righteousness. If you stick to form, you lose your truth." I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand. I said, "do you have to be taught often?" "I've been living in the kajiu temple not far from here for a while now, so I can come to see me sometime," he said "I shake my head:" I don't go to the temple to find you. Let the leader see it and it's over He said: "well, I'll go to Kasong on weekends. Come here when you have time. But you and I are just friends. I can't talk about enlightenment. " I promised.
later, I learned that Abba, also called Zhushi, a secret branch of NIMA sect, was added. His practice did not affect his other social activities and did not live in the temple. Later, he brought me to know his master, gesanacuo living Buddha. In three years, my opinion on Tibetan Buddhism has also changed from the initial cause and effect reincarnation to the understanding of the emptiness of the middle view, and finally improved to a deep understanding and understanding of the Enlightenment of bright Tathagata and Tantrism, and learned some Tantrism spells. Gesang living Buddha accepted me as a layman disciple and gave me a Dharma name Cain monk.
when he retired, the living Buddha Gesang gave me a string of beads on his hand, but Zeng finally gave me his bone flute. Later, he came to Guiyang twice. Juechen once went to Tibet to hear what he said. It was his old friend and he made juechen and I become friends.
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