This is inspired by a documentary about Tibet, in which there is a segment of Tibetan Buddhist monks chanting together. At this time, Guan Song suddenly realized that the weird sound was the sound of chanting.
Those voices are not clear, but they are real. Since Guan Song realized that the tones were chanting, he began to confirm that this snow-capped mountain really existed above the city of Chongqing, and it was not his own delusion.
Having said this, Guan Song raised his head and glanced at Ning Peiping, then smiled and asked, "Do you know how I finally determined it?"
To be honest, up to this moment, Ning Peiping is really interested in this story. Although he is a Han nationality, he is also a Han nationality living in Tibet. He has been fascinated by Tibetan Buddhism since he was a child, and he also has a good understanding of those Tibetan lamas. Even at his home in Lhasa, he would worship the auspicious heavenly mother on weekdays.
As a result, he really let go of some of the prejudices in his mind, thinking about how Guan Song confirmed the eventual existence of the snow mountain.
"You wrote down the sounds of chanting, and finally found that these scriptures actually exist." Ning Peiping said.
Guan Song smiled and nodded, "This is indeed one of the aspects. Before that documentary, I didn't know anything about Tibetan Buddhism. I even thought that Tibetan lamas chant the sutras in Chinese. But the sound of chanting on the snow-capped mountains keeps coming every day. The day came into my mind, and I even wrote it down and was able to repeat it. For this, I also learned some Tibetan and Sanskrit. In the end, I still found a lot of people to figure out the sound on the snow-capped mountain. One of the paragraphs. That paragraph appears the most times, and it’s repeated three times each time."
Guan Song showed a dazed expression, and imitated the sound of chanting in a low voice. "Om sambara sambara, Pomanasara, Soha of Maha Zang Baba Upa. Om sambara Sambara, Pomanasara, Soha of Maha Zang Baba Upa. Om. Samba, Samba, Pomanasara, Soha of Maha Zang Baba Upa."
Ning Peiping asked him, "Which scripture is this?"
"The "Quotations from the Patriarch Kadam" is a biography of Tara and Venerable Atisha, whose merits can increase chanting by ten million times."
Ning Peiping nodded. He didn't understand this scripture, so he asked: "Could it actually be where you heard this scripture when you were very young, and subconsciously wrote it down, and you mistakenly thought it was? The voice on the snow mountain?"
Guan Song shook his head and reduced the smile on his face. "This possibility was also mentioned to me. This is another reason why I am certain that the snow mountain exists."
After Guan Song figured out what the voice on the snowy mountain was, he was ecstatic for a time. He told his friends about it. His friend had long been accustomed to Guan Song's narration since he was a child, but he has also learned a lot. Patience to deal with its people.
That friend also put forward the term "subconscious memory" guessed by Ning Peiping. Guan Song was also shaken by it and began to recall whether he had been in contact with the Lamaism when he was a child. But after thinking to no avail, he finally found a way to prove that he was correct.
He left Chongqing for a while, leaving the sound that lingers in the mist of the snow-capped mountains all day long. At the same time, he asked his friends everywhere to do the same thing. That is recording.
Whether it’s people from downtown Chongqing or people from other places, regardless of the time point or content, as long as they record, whether it is the sound of the river flowing, the sound of traffic, or the sound of the grass and trees in the mountains and forests, they all use their mobile phones. write it down. These recordings were all sent to his friend.
In the end, the friend received a total of 73 recordings. These recordings were as short as tens of seconds and as long as several minutes. At this time, Guan Song returned to Chongqing, and his friend began to listen to the recording on the mobile phone.
The result of this time-consuming experiment made Guan Song’s friend shake, because Guan Song was able to find every recording from downtown Chongqing.
There is no other reason, because in the recording from Chongqing City, there are lamas chanting sutras. Even if they send these audios to professional organizations for analysis, they can't find any problems.
Speaking of this, Guan Song also took out his mobile phone and flattened a piece of audio to Ning Pei. It was a tens of seconds of audio, the content of which was the sound of vehicles honking their horn impatiently on the street. I want to come is a casual recording of a friend of his when he gets stuck in traffic.
"Have you heard?" Guan Song asked him, but there was no superfluous expression on his face. Obviously, he had already failed to report the expectation that others could hear.
Ning Peiping listened carefully, until the last whistle sounded abruptly, and shook his head regretfully, "I didn't hear it."
Guan Song put the phone away, "Om Sambara Sambara, which is the "Quotations from the Patriarch Kadam Patriarch". Later, my friend also offered another experiment to prove the existence of the snow-capped mountains." Guan Song continued, "If you want to prove the authenticity of the things that exist in this world, you have nothing more than listening to their voices and watching their colors. Now that the sounds have been confirmed, why not use photographs to prove the existence of the snow-capped mountain? So we started to take pictures of Chongqing City."
At this point, Guan Song paused.
"What's the result?" Ning Peiping asked.
"The result was rather strange. I couldn't see the snow-capped mountains in the photos. Later we recorded some videos. The city of Chongqing in the pictures was normal, but the sound of the scriptures was always there."
"This is very strange," Ning Peiping said.
"Yes, it's weird." Guan Song sighed. Since those sounds are real, why can't the image of the snow-capped mountains remain? Do you think..." He asked hesitantly: "Can this be explained by science? "
Ning Peiping was speechless for a while, he was still thinking about explaining it with science after he was talking about it.
Guan Song went on to say: "I think that whether it is the snow mountain or the sound of chanting, there are all existing, but the way they are presented is different. To present the sound, you only need to capture its sound waves, and if To show the snow-capped mountains, it is necessary to collect the light waves that it emits. These light waves and sound waves can only be received by me. Human recording technology can also capture the sound waves of the chanting sound, but the camera technology does not affect the light waves of the snow-capped mountains. There is nothing I can do, so this will happen."
Ning Peiping didn't know what to say for a while, and could only say: "I don't understand this much."
Guan Song san smiled: "I don't understand, these are all random thoughts. But after that, another thing happened that made me believe in the existence of Snow Mountain."
It was one night, and Guan Song was still asleep in the sound of chanting. But that night, the sound of the chanting became louder and louder, as if it was in his ears, and he felt colder and colder.
When he opened his eyes, his room was covered with snow, and rubble fell to the foot of the bed. He stood up and found out the clothes he wore when traveling to Harbin from the closet. When he got dressed, he barely felt After a hint of warmth, he heard the sound of snow particles knocking against the glass outside the window.
When he pushed the window open, a path winding through the steep snow-capped mountains appeared under the huge full moon.
He heard the chanting sound becoming clearer and clearer, drifting along the cold wind from the end of the winding path. This young man who had been troubled by the snow-capped mountains and the scriptures for many years, picked up his own window, but he still kept it. With rational thinking, he knew that this should have been a seven-story tall building.
But he finally stepped on, onto the winding mountain path.
This is the first time he has had a substantial contact with this snow-capped mountain besides seeing and hearing.
Guan Song stumbled and walked on the snow-capped mountains. He couldn't see Chongqing, only the steep snow-capped mountains, under the full moon, above the snow-capped mountains, and in the fog, the ancient temples leaning on the mountains and riding above the winding steep cliffs. .
The sound of chanting comes from it.
Guan Song didn't know if it was a dream, but he could feel the cold and excitement. He followed the direction of the mountain, trying to get closer to the distant and vague temple, but he staggered, fell and rolled down.
When the full moon gradually faded and the sun rose from the horizon, Guan Song suddenly realized that he had returned to the city. As far as he could see, it was a familiar mountainous area.
In a daze, Guan Song recognized where this was.
This is a tree viewing platform in Nanshan, Chongqing. (End of this chapter)