Special tasks require special people to perform. A large country never lacks special types of talents.
However, it is most appropriate to send special soldiers to perform certain special tasks, because these soldiers absolutely obey orders and will do their best to complete the tasks.
The military plane landed at a small airport southwest of Lhasa.
After getting off the plane, I immediately felt refreshed, but I had difficulty breathing, so I took out my sunglasses and put on them, and said to me, "Slow down and don't be nervous."
It’s still a bit cold here. The snow and white on the surrounding mountain peaks are very clear. It seems to be right in front of us. A black military off-road vehicle hurriedly stopped beside us, the co-pilot’s door opened and the big beard of Captain Dewang. He came out and said, "Welcome to Tibet, get in the car!"
Strictly opened the rear door and threw our suitcases into the car, and then he climbed up, and I followed in a hurry. I saw that this off-road vehicle has a high chassis, large tires and exhaust. The pipe is the tree behind the carriage.
After getting into the off-road vehicle, Dewang said to the driver beside him: "Duo Jima is driving!"
The off-road vehicle quickly drove out of the airport and drove to the southwest along the mountain road. I looked back from the window of the car and found that the airport was built on a cliff.
Dewang said to both of us in pure Mandarin: "I am very glad that you can come to help me, Xiao Yuan, we meet again!"
I responded: "I don't want to see you, can you reveal the content of this mission in advance?"
He said: "It's not that I'm stingy, and I don't know the content of this mission. You two are hungry. Let's have a big meal now!"
The off-road vehicle drove into a temple amidst the bumps. Dewang signaled us to get off, and then told the driver Zhuo Jima: "Drive the car into the rear carport, cover it with a tarpaulin, and let the lama prepare food! We are here! Giri is waiting for you."
The young soldier responded, and continued to drive forward. It could be seen that his car skills were so proficient that he actually squeezed the car into an aisle.
Dewang led us into the main hall of the temple, where the Buddha statue of Master Padmasambhava was enshrined. He received three incense sticks from a novice monk, and after bowing his head to worship, he inserted it into the incense burner.
The little novice led us into a grotto at the back of the temple, and then retreated.
This grotto was empty at the moment, and the stone walls were carved with stone carvings of Master Padmasambhava fighting with a demon, but these patterns were not painted and looked very eye-intensive. I closed my eyes and the Tathagata appeared in my mind. The scene of Monkey King fighting.
Dewang removed a stone gate and led us to a cave on the second floor, covered with thick blankets and lit butter candles.
He invited us to sit down and introduced: "This is a secret reception point in the military area. We will stay here tonight!"
Severely took off his sunglasses and looked indoors.
Dewang picked up the butter pot and filled us with a teacup of butter. He took the white cup and started to turn it. Deputy Yan Bian motioned me to do the same.
"Deputy Yan, I have long admired your name. Although Comrade Xiao Yuan is a newcomer, his ability is by no means ordinary. If he can absolutely obey orders like you and be tight-lipped, then the leader will be relieved!"
Strictly silent, I don't know how to answer
There was a sound from outside: "Report!"
I smelled the aroma of roasted whole lamb and milk, and Dewang casually said, "Who?"
Zhuo Jima's answer came from outside: "Cangyang Jiamutuo!"
"Come in!" Dewang stood up, and I and Yan also stood up, and saw Zhuo Jima had put on a Tibetan leather robe, came in with a long wooden slat, and slowly put the wooden slat case. In the moment.
It is indeed a roasted whole lamb, surrounded by leek flower mud, cheese and tsampa, and milk barley wine in a large copper jug.
Dewang and Zhuojima put their palms together first, and said, "Thank you Buddha, Tashi Delek!"
Severe had already picked up the small hidden knife next to the wooden strip and cut the mutton for food.
My saliva couldn't help but flowed out. Dewang stretched out his hand and said, "Xiao Yuan, let go of the food, and then go to sleep beautifully! Keep your spirits up so we can meet the leader."
Zhuo Jima took out a hidden knife, cut off a piece of meat from the lamb's hind leg, and handed it to me, saying in not pure Chinese: "Comrade Yuan, don't worry, eat slowly!"
Roasted whole lamb looks golden yellow on the outside, but it is a bit raw in the mouth, but it is very fresh and chewy, and it is more delicious with milk or highland barley wine.
I'm not used to drinking this highland barley wine. If the degree is too high, I drink milk.
After eating and drinking, I lay down and Zhuo Jima moved the wooden stick case out. He was also a little drunk, humming Tibetan songs, and I heard the barking of the hounds.
Severe and Dewang were already drunk, lying on the felt and slumbering, I was a little bit interested, just waiting for Zhuojima to come back.
But I waited for almost half an hour, and when I couldn't hold back anymore, I got up and walked outside the grotto. Zhuo Jima suddenly appeared outside and asked me: "Comrade Yuan, what are you going to do?"
"Convenient, I can't help it anymore, take me there!"
He immediately led the way, led me outside the door, and pointed to the rock covered with white belly, indicating that it was ready to be released.
I closed my eyes and began to release, and saw a black mastiff lying outside the front hall, devouring sheep bones.
The temple was shrouded in a faint golden light.
After the convenience was over, Zhuojima led me back into the grotto and lay on the felt and began to fall asleep.
When I fell asleep here, I neither dreamed nor felt any discomfort, nor did I get out of my body. This was the first time I slept very deadly, very practically.
In the early morning of the next day, I was awakened by the old monk’s chanting. The butter candle in the room was still burning. The other three people were still asleep. Not only did I feel puzzled, the chanting sound seemed to be in the room, but I can't see the chanting person.
The room is so big. Could it be that the Bodhisattva in the mural on the stone wall is chanting? impossible
I looked at Dewang and Zhuojima who were sleeping again, they both closed their mouths, and although their stern mouths moved, there was no sound.
Since I couldn't find anyone chanting, I simply closed my eyes and continued to fall asleep. On the dome of the stone wall, I saw a colorful Buddha image, an image of an old lama, his cheekbones were raised high. His eye sockets were sunken, and there was a burning cloud floating around him.
The sound of chanting comes from the mouth of the old lama in the image. I suspected that I was dreaming.
The old lama finished reciting the sutra, suddenly stretched out his arm, touched my forehead with the tip of the index finger of his right hand, and said to me in Chinese: "My Buddha is merciful and willing to cross all the people of the world. When you are in desperate situation, As long as there is a Buddha in his heart, the Buddha will show himself to save you!"
I was overjoyed after hearing this, and hurriedly asked: "Master, is this true of what you said?"
The other party smiled without saying a word, retracted his finger, and everything returned to normal.
I opened my eyes and looked up to the dome. There was just a rough stone carving on it, so rough as to have only the outline of a figure.
After coming here, I suddenly remembered a poem by Cangyang Gyatso, "That night, I listened to the Sanskrit Gita for a whole night, not for superfluousness, only for..."
But this famous poem was rigorously discussed by later generations, and it was determined that someone had faked it in the name of Cangyang Gyatso. I always feel that this love poem is more blue than blue.
I got up gently, walked to the window, picked up the thick felt, and saw the boundless night outside, there were black and stern peaks, and the cold wind.
This is a strange and dangerous place, and a group of black birds hovering on the nearby mountain peaks, screaming mournfully. (End of this chapter)