No.18 Years of Waking of Insects

Next, the train traveled without stopping for a day and a night, and finally arrived at the border of Tibet.

Outside the window, the snow is covered, and the rolling mountains and rivers are covered with a little mist.

This is a place full of various beliefs. It has a tranquility outside the world of mortals. It seems that everything here is far away from the mortal world and the hustle and bustle. Everything here is still in the flames of war in this world.

In less than half a day, they arrived at the railway station in Lhasa city. After the conductor unloaded the goods, they kindly sent Toyosaki and Lu Jinghong to the post station.They didn't charge a penny when they left, but the main reason was that seeing the two of them as if they had been robbed and had nothing to love, they knew they must be penniless.

Standing under the eaves of the station, Lu Jinghong looked at the continuous glaciers in front of him and the snow falling above his head, and asked Toyosaki beside him, "Where are we going?"

They sat on the train for nearly a day and a night, but they didn't say a few words on the way, and they were very silent all the time.

Toyosaki looked at him and asked, "Why didn't you ask me why I brought you to Tibet?"

Lu Jinghong stretched after hearing this, yawned and said, "It's boring. With my current state of mind, even if you trick me into selling me in a remote mountain village later, I'll admit it."

"You want to open it very much." Toyosaki Moshen narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "We are going to the central part of Tibet, which is about [-] kilometers away from here."

"Why go to central Tibet?" He still couldn't help asking.

Toyosaki took a few steps forward, stopped and replied, "Anyway, I won't sell you, because I don't like bargaining with others."

Lu Jinghong couldn't help retorting in his heart, did he despise himself and couldn't afford the high price?

They rode a donkey cart carrying people bumping for nearly two hours before passing through the northwest of Lhasa City and arriving at Damxung County in the north, not far from Bangor County, the southeast border of Naqu City.

Lu Jinghong looked at the gradually approaching lake, feeling a little unbelievable, and asked Toyosaki, "What kind of lake is this?"

In the distance is a quiet lake and sea. At this time, the first snow has stopped. Even though it is the deep winter in Tibet, the blue color of the sky is revealed through the light of clouds, dreamy and ethereal.

"Oh, young man, are you also here to worship?" A middle-aged woman in a red and blue Tibetan robe sitting next to her asked Lu Jinghong with her head tilted. The [-]-year-old boy is also drowsy on the ups and downs of the road at the moment.

Lu Jinghong looked at Toyosaki who was silent and very silent, smiled and nodded slowly, and said, "It should be... right."

The middle-aged woman immediately became excited, and perhaps saw that Toyosaki, who was indifferent and reticent, ignored him, so she started talking to him enthusiastically: "This place is called Namtso, the famous holy lake in Tibet, and there are many legends about this place. I am from Nyingchi, and I brought a child here to pray for Buddha, you two should...not be Tibetans?"

The middle-aged woman saw that the two of them were wearing uniforms of the train crew, and had heard early this morning that the area of ​​Rongcheng in Sichuan was also attacked by the Japanese army. Looking at the two of them, she probably guessed that they had changed their clothes and escaped.Although I guessed more than half of it, I didn't say anything, and I still smiled and discussed with him the scenery and customs around Namco.

The woman chattered on and on, so he knew the legend about this place.

Namtso in front of you and Nyainqentanglha Peak in the distance are not only holy lakes and sacred mountains, but also lovers who depend on life and death in ancient Tibetan legends, and many devout lama believers come to worship.The mountains extend into the center of the holy lake, and the two are intertwined and intertwined, and they will live forever together.

The donkey cart was driven by the driver to the territory of Namtso Lake. In the north are Tibetan hills with small ups and downs, but on the southeast bank are towering and majestic peaks. Because of the snow that has just fallen, the mountains are covered with snow.

"I see you have a handsome face, maybe you went to the temple to seek marriage?" After finishing speaking, the woman smiled and patted Lu Jinghong's shoulder with a dull face.

"It's here." Toyosaki's cold voice sounded at the right time, and the driver steadily parked the donkey cart on the side of the road.

Without even looking at Lu Jinghong, he jumped out of the car by himself, handed the driver a string of blood amber bracelets as fare, and walked forward regardless of the driver's refusal.Lu Jinghong looked at the things he handed out in surprise, feeling puzzled, said goodbye to the woman and followed quickly.

Toyosaki has been walking in front in silence, he bypassed the large Namtso Lake, surrounded by all kinds of Tibetan people wearing Tibetan robes and Tibetan robes who came to worship.

The sky was clear after the rain, and there were dots of bright clouds. Lu Jinghong followed Toyosaki all the time, and gradually seemed exhausted.In the end, they walked for nearly ten kilometers and spent more than two hours before finally trekking to the foot of Nyainqentanglha Peak before sunset.

From the top to the bottom of the mountain, there is continuous snow, and the snow on the top of the mountain is even more unmelted for a thousand years.

Lu Jinghong half-closed his eyes, panting, even the hot breath he exhaled quickly dissipated into cold mist and disappeared in the cold sky here, but the hazy setting sun on the top of the mountains and rivers in the distance poured a piece of sunlight at this moment, shining on them and shining on them. Looking at the Nyainqentanglha Peak in front of him.Originally he was wearing extremely thin work clothes, but now he was so hot that he wanted to shoot the sun.

"Hungry, thirsty, tired... I'm going to die of heat..." Lu Jinghong murmured, and he didn't know if Toyosaki heard it, but he felt that he was going to die here.

Hearing the desperate monologue behind him, Toyosaki stopped and said, "Climb up this mountain, and the temple is on the mountainside."

"Hey, mine..." Lu Jinghong panted, he still wanted to ask something, but Toyosaki had already walked on the bluestone road leading to the temple in the mountain without looking back.

Lu Jinghong followed with a sigh, can this person take care of his dying old bones, besides, there are many large and small temples around the lake for believers to worship, why should he? You have to torture him and take him up the mountain.

The dead grass in the mountains was covered with snow, and there was also a lot of snow on the winding bluestone road. Lu Jinghong stepped on the snow and climbed up the mountain on the verge of collapse.

When the last ray of the setting sun remained in the distance, they finally climbed to the gate of an ancient and secluded temple.

Halfway up the mountain, there are misty clouds and mist.

Two rusty brass-colored camel bells are hung on the old pear wood gate, with scriptures covered by time printed on them.The door was just ajar, as if it was welcoming pilgrims and believers in the chaotic world at any time.

Toyosaki stopped at the door, his deep pupils became dark, and he just stood there for a long time.

Lu Jinghong was wondering why he didn't move, and saw him push open the gate of the temple, and he finally saw the Zangqiu Temple that he had fantasized about and heard about countless times when he was a child.

It does not have the elegant patina of ancient Chinese traditional temples, but it has scriptures and Buddhist principles that are enough for all living beings in the world to believe in.It exudes a strong sense of Zen, standing in the mountains and forests of this world, and it is universal.

Lu Jinghong lay on the decaying gate, trying his best to open his eyes to see everything in front of him clearly.

The architecture of Zangqiu Temple is similar to watchtowers. It is built against the mountain, and the houses and Buddhist temples are up and down in a well-proportioned pattern.

In the ancient temple, there is a long-standing sacred tree with coiled roots planted in the middle of the courtyard. Its luxuriant branches and leaves are full of prayer flags fluttering in the wind.On the east and west sides of the courtyard, there is a row of about a dozen butter lamps, which last for a hundred days and nights.

At this time, a young monk in cassock was adding oil to the butter lamp to light the fire.Seeing the two people who suddenly walked into the temple, he stepped forward and asked, "The two benefactors...are you going to stay overnight?"

When Lu Jinghong heard the little monk say this, he felt puzzled. Couldn't he come to chant scriptures and worship Buddha?

The little monk looked at Toyosaki with a gloomy expression, then at Lu Jinghong who was full of doubts, and added with a faint smile: "Because my temple is located in a remote place, there are not many people who come to worship. The clothes don’t look like tourists, nor do they look like believers... probably they came here to stay overnight.”

"Thank you." Toyosaki nodded and replied, signaling for the little monk to lead the way for the two of them.

Passing through the Buddhist hall, there is an extremely empty open-air courtyard behind. Several pines are planted in the courtyard, and the branches and leaves on it are still covered with thin white snow.There are low flat houses on both sides, one side is a side hall for chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha, and the other side is a few sparse guest houses.

Lu Jinghong noticed that this Zangqiu Temple is not big, and there is a hillside that is not high and not low behind it, where clumps of frost bamboo are planted.

Entering the guest room at the farthest back, a string of camel bells hung on the simple windows, and there was a clean wooden bed in the inner room.

"This is the only guest room in the temple. The other two rooms are occupied by monks. The two benefactors, please stay for one night." The young monk placed the two of them behind the guest room, and after a few friendly instructions, out.

Lu Jinghong didn't care how painful his feet were and how tired his waist was, he just lay down on the relatively spacious wooden bed, sleeping in the dark.

When he woke up again, it was already night.

There was no one in the unfamiliar room, and Lu Jinghong was in the same posture before going to bed, lying on the bed as it was, with only a worn cassock covering his body, which still couldn't cover his chest above his knees. kind of.

He got up immediately, his limbs and legs were still sore, he tore off the cassock casually, got out of bed, and ran out of the room.After searching for half a circle, he found that Toyosaki was sitting alone in front of the Buddhist hall.

He sat quietly under the ancient tree in the courtyard, the cold moonlight fell on his lonely back, as if cutting off the world.

Lu Jinghong especially couldn't bear this eerily quiet atmosphere. There were very few monks in this temple, and the people not far away seemed particularly melancholy these days. He was really going crazy.

"come over."

While he was still carefully looking around the courtyard, Toyosaki who was sitting under the old tree with his back to him suddenly spoke.

Lu Jinghong walked over, sat on a tall, wet and cold tree root, and asked casually: "You brought me here because you intend to live in seclusion, right? I don't care..."

He really didn't care, since he was going to die anyway, it didn't matter where he put it in the last few months, but Toyosaki was different, he was still so young...

"Do you know what's the difference here?" Toyosaki interrupted him and asked.There is haggardness in his eyes that he has never seen before, and behind the haggardness, there is a little sadness.

Lu Jinghong thought for a while, then seriously replied: "Except that there are fewer monks, fewer pilgrims, and less money, it seems..." There is no difference.

Toyosaki looked up at the vast bright moon in the Tibetan night sky, and said slowly: "Uncle was also a monk in this temple, a famous celestial burial master. Later, he returned to the vulgar and returned to Japan with his aunt, and never came back again." .”

Lu Jinghong listened silently, at first he suspected that his ancestral grave was here.