pilgrimage

Trust

Ram, I'm dead when you read this letter.Perhaps you will never see this letter until the last moment you meet Shakyamuni.

I am a sinner.Even if you are picking snow lotus on the top of the snow mountain, reciting Buddhist scriptures for more than ten years quietly while burning incense, or kneeling on this Tibetan ground, with the wind horse flag fluttering above your head, and the wind blowing and reciting the scriptures on the back of the flag, It can't be washed away either.

Maybe you only have the bright side of me in your memory, you only know that your father is a famous priest and there is a gold book hidden in the house, but you don’t know that when night falls, I can’t sleep, it seems like a devil is eating me nerves.I lied to you and the whole village. The golden book has only one page, with unknown memories.

My father, that is, your grandfather, handed over this golden book to me before he died.At this time, it was left by our ancestors. He was sent to the Qing Dynasty with the □□V a hundred years ago.He saw the bewitching golden color under the light of the sky, and an uncontrollable thought slowly entangled his mind.

He cut out a page from the golden book.He thought that if he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't find it, but it was the opposite.Remembering the old love, he was not executed, but was dispatched to this remote village, and he still carried the golden book with him ironically.

Our family has kept this golden page for generations as a warning. I still remember the cloudy tears my father shed when he talked about this incident before he died, but in my generation, everything has changed.

That winter, the family was in trouble again. You were seriously ill, and I took you to a doctor, but no one was willing to treat you, only the irony of being poor.I knelt on the ground and kowtowed to them, begging them, but they laughed and stomped my head on the soles of their shoes until the ground was bright red.

So I took out the gold book.Furiously, I proclaimed in a haughty tone that my family has a whole golden book of Emperor XXX V, that I am the emissary of XXX, and that I am protected by XXX, but who knows, at that time, with blood on my face and grim expression, did I look like Ah Bi? The demons of hell.

Perhaps it was because my expression at the time was so shocking, and the page in my hand was indeed true, one spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and in a short while, my status in the village reached its peak.In the small village at that time, even a superficially noble person was enough to be regarded as a god by the whole village.

This feeling is as intoxicating as hell.I am no longer tired of making ends meet, I see the people who bullied me kneel down in front of me, I am immersed in the power and the respect of the whole village.But gradually, I became sleepless, afraid that someone would discover the truth, someone would steal my only gold book, and I even brutally killed three people under suspicion, even though they might not know the truth at all.

During the day, I accept people's reverence in a dignified manner, and carry out perfunctory religious activities, but at night, I feel humble and painful like a prisoner on death row.Seven deadly sins, seven deadly sins, my ancestors and I bow down to greed.

Now, under this valley, I built this temple on the ancient road that once transported gold books. Behind the door is a Buddha statue containing fake gold books—the lies of my life.Probably for revenge, I was sentenced to death like a plague by the Buddha, so I disappeared before your eyes, waiting here to die.But in the end, I was still afraid of the darkness, so I left the last bit of light as my last light to go to Avici Hell.

The choice of one thought, may the Lord save you.Abba

Nanka spoke Chinese, and after his last consonant fell, the room was dead silent.

Ye Jing was immersed in great shock. At this time, Li Mu, who was squatting in front of the old man's father's body, stroked the few puddles on the ground with his fingers, and could not hear any emotion in his tone: "The expression was painful before he died, and there is something on the ground. blood..."

He pressed the mummy's chest again: "The chest has collapsed, the intercostal space has narrowed, and the trachea has shifted...It turned out to be tuberculosis, and it's not an exaggeration to call it a plague. But, boss..."

"...So," Gesang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, his expression didn't change but it made people feel a huge sense of oppression. not?"

"..." Li Mu, who looked like a military adviser, observed Gesang's expression complicatedly, but did not answer, and his face became ugly.

"So it was this family who made up the lie in the first place?" He laughed instead, half of his tough face was immersed in the shadows, he looked extraordinarily nervous, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Everyone showed a look of fear. At this moment, Gesang raised his hand suddenly, and with a howling sound of the gun butt piercing the air, he knocked off the head of the mummy.Pieces of black skin flew around, and his head rolled to his feet. His eyes revealed a cold and cruel light like a beast in the darkness: "...don't be kidding."

Ye Jing suddenly felt suffocated.He remembered the pair of beastly eyes he had seen from the beginning, and knew that it was not an illusion at all.He felt cold sweat slipping down, and at this moment there was only one thought in his mind - escape!will be killed.

At this time, other people's attention was focused on their leader who lost his temper. Ye Jing looked around and found that the old man was not there, so he slowly moved to the edge of the exit, and jumped down quickly and silently.

Jumping directly like this threw Ye Jing hard, he rolled on the spot, stood up without stopping, and ran outside.At this time, Gesang's furious voice faintly came from behind: "...not good! That kid ran away! Hurry up!"

Ye Jing ran straight ahead after leaving the door, wanting to go on the same road, and then ride their horses back. It should not be far from the county town on the other side of the wooden house.But Gesang and the others reacted extremely quickly, and several figures could be seen behind them in the blink of an eye.With old injuries and new injuries, Ye Jing didn't run very fast, but the distance has been extended for such a long distance, and he is confident that he can escape when he climbs up the snow slope while pulling the rope.And in this kind of valley with snow peaks on both sides, he thought that Gesang would not shoot, and everyone would be finished in an avalanche.

But he obviously underestimated Gesang's ruthlessness and accuracy.Just as he was approaching the snow slope, there was a sharp whistling sound of objects piercing the air, and a black shadow quickly passed by him.Immediately, he felt pain in his feet, blood spattered, and he fell to the ground with a cry of pain. At the same time, the Tibetan knife that flew over and struck him plunged into the ground in front of him with a "bang". .

At this moment, a figure rushed forward swiftly, bending his knees hard against his back, twisting his hands back hard, and Ye Jing, who was about to stand up, was pressed to the ground again and could not move.

"Be honest." Nanka cut his hand backwards and suppressed him with her weight.Ye Jing's face was pressed hard on the ground, and he felt that the snow and blood were mixed together. Hearing what he said, he couldn't help but bawled, and cursed vaguely: "Don't run away and wait for death?! What the hell are you doing?"

"I joined the group this year, so I don't know for sure, but they all started illegal trading from ancient artifacts." Nanka's voice was flat, "commonly known as cultural relic dealers."

Ye Jing was a little speechless.Not only was he surprised by the identity of this team, but also felt that not only Gesang's agility and close thinking, but also the others were not simple, revealing a kind of ruthlessness, like a group of desperadoes who can do nothing for money.He struggled a few times, and suddenly asked sullenly, "...Why did you join?"

He was a little incomprehensible. At his similar age, this young man took a completely opposite path. When he was busy with his studies and life, Nanka was hiding in the dark with a sharp knife on the cold plain.

"It's very simple, for life." He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but he still said lightly, "You come here for sightseeing, we come here for desperate work, for money, where there is light, there must be darkness." He paused, and suddenly He lowered his voice and said to him: "I don't want to kill you. There may be a way out if you behave better, but it's better to give up. You can't escape."

Ye Jing froze for a moment after hearing this, and suddenly felt a breath in her heart.At this time, Gesang's voice came again: "Leave that boy alone, that old woman is going up! Hurry up!"

Ye Jing raised her eyes with difficulty, and saw the thin figure of the old man above.He was a little surprised that the old man could climb up, but the old man didn't escape, just stood there motionless.A bad premonition suddenly came to Ye Jing's heart. He yelled loudly, threw Nanka away with all his strength, and then dragged his injured leg and crawled towards the old man until he came to the old man's side. , he knelt down beside him, feeling as if his heart was beating a beat slower.

The old man knelt straight on the edge of the cliff, facing the cold and windy mountains, closed his eyes tightly, losing the last warmth in the cold air.Her gray hair flew away in the wind, she lost her breath and heartbeat, like a sculpture standing on top of the white snow.

She is dead.

This is a bit like an ending that people can guess. The elderly Tibetan grandma crossed the mountains. Under the persecution of desperadoes and the cruel truth of her family, her physical and mental strength had already reached the limit.But Ye Jing suddenly felt a trace of sadness.

He saw that the old man was always heading towards Namco, the holy place in her heart and the ultimate home of her soul.Pilgrimage, pilgrimage, walking slowly towards the holy light in his heart, he doesn't know if he can also embark on this journey, for the return of humanity, for inner peace, for his own redemption ?

At this moment, the sky cleared away the dense clouds, scattered a little gold, and the radiance was radiant, instantly coating the white snow with a layer of bright and sacred color. Can not help but have a strong sense of shock.He looked at all this a little dullly, looking at the figure of the old man wrapped in the brilliance, for a moment, he felt very small.

At this moment, Ye Jing felt that she had no strength left.He didn't think about the golden book anymore, didn't run away, and even forgot about the existence of Gesang next to him.He thought of the old man's father, the man who betrayed his heart for greed, a fake gold book, which caused a group of people to chase wildly and set up tricks every step of the way.But at this moment, did he also hear the recitation of the Tibetan scriptures, bowed his head among the crowd with tears, and begged the Buddha for forgiveness?

He remembered the words in "The Bardo": "You have escaped from this world, but you are not the only one. There is life and death, everyone is like this. Don't be attached to this life, even if you are attached to No matter what, you will not be able to stay in the world forever, and you will have nothing to gain except to circulate endlessly in this samsara. Don't be attached, don't be cowardly..."

He thought that the old man might have completed the pilgrimage, walking on her life every step of the way.

Ye Jing faced Tibet, and suddenly burst into tears.