Looking at it roughly, there are not many discussions about this person on the Internet. In addition to the slightly official information given in the entry, there is still a lot of content that discusses the predictions of the Guru Padmasambhava. And basically, some marketing accounts related to Buddhism and Taoism are being issued. They say that Master Padmasambhava predicted more than a thousand years ago, which year and year will there be SARS, and which year and year there will be war, that People of the 1950s died of smoking, alcoholism, iron horses running on the ground, and iron birds flying in the sky. But I was looking for the source of these words, but I couldn’t find it. Finally, in Baidu Know, I found that someone was asking this question in 2006, saying which ancient book Guru Padmasambhava’s language was found from? Is there the original text?
Such a niche question was still answered by someone. The person quoted a large passage that looked like a Buddhist scripture. The general meaning in the words was the prophecies, but this person still did not say that the passage was Where did it come from. So I looked at this passage carefully, and in the end, there was a fucking signature. What did the signature say? It was written in the southwestern Raksha realm on June 10th, the Year of the Tiger, Guru Rinpoche, and sent a message to all beings in Tibet.
In other words, this passage was written by Padmasambhava in another world to the creatures living in Tibet. After he finished writing, he sent a letter to the people and brought it to the earth, with the Mandarin version. Moreover, many practices of Tibetan Buddhism are in the form of terzog, which is to hide the mantle in a horn, such as a cave, and then wait for someone to discover it, and then pass on the mantle.
Feelings are something that everyone can make up and say that it is the oral message of the Lotus Son or the mantle of the Lotus Son.
I threw my hand to the side. At this time, Kajiu Temple was already in front of my eyes. We were winding our way on the mountain, with clouds and mist on both sides. Got out of the car,
I looked at the gate of Kajyu Temple, "This temple is so impressive."
The temple body adopts a red and white style as a whole, standing on the top of the mountain, surrounded by wind and horse flags fluttering in the wind**.
Nine people got out of the car, but the temple door was closed. It was none of my business. Hu Qinan called to find someone or something, and a group of people stayed outside to blow the air.
I looked around, I didn't know where Gu Tang was now, maybe he was following us, and I didn't know what Fang Yuefeng and the others were doing.
Thinking of this, I greeted Fang Jinyue, "Graduate, come here."
At this time, Fang Jinyue was taking out the phone that was broken by me and Chongyang yesterday. Before I went to bed yesterday, I had the phone card off for him. This would be happily holding a photo, listening to me call him, and his neck shrinks. Came over like a quail, "what's the matter?"
I handed him the phone, "Give Fang Yuefeng a call and say that we will send someone to take you back."
Fang Jinyue gave a cry and dialed Fang Yuefeng according to the phone number on his mobile phone. I pretended to be watching the scenery, but I was always paying attention to him. Fortunately, although Fang Jinyue was timid and cowardly, But the person is actually quite clever, watching Wei Wei Nuo speak quietly to Fang Yuefeng over there, in fact, he said nothing that is impeccable, I saw that he did not say anything that shouldn’t be said, so I was relieved and took the phone. Come back, "Take me a picture too, use your new phone."
I have seen it a long time ago. His new mobile phone is probably a graduation gift. The latest OPPO model has higher pixels than mine, but the screen is cracked.
I saw him frowning and said, "Okay, I'll pay you a new one when I go out."
Fang Jinyue didn't dare to bargain, she wrinkled her face and took a few pictures of me and Chongyang.
At this time, the lamas in the temple finally came out to pick up people. They were two little novice monks. They led a group of us to go inside, but they left others in the yard. They only took me and Hu Qinan to go inside. After a few doors, in a reception room, Hu Qinan was left there again, and a little novice monk led me to go deeper.
I glanced at Hu Qinan, and Hu Qinan motioned me to feel relieved.
The styles of the scripture rooms on both sides are very obvious Tibetan Buddhism style. The engravings on the carved railings are different from the outside, except that the doors and windows are closed tightly, and you can't see what's inside. Only a scent of Tibetan Buddha's incense was floating in the air.
The little novice monk who led me never said a word, but on the way I came, I didn't even see a tourist or more lamas. Apart from the two little novice monks, there was no one else.
I thought for a while. For a while, I didn't know what to call this little novice monk, and I didn't know if he could speak Mandarin, so I said, "Little brother, why is the road so deserted?"
The little novice monk walked very lightly, like a cat. He didn't turn his head before he walked, but said lightly: "Close the temple today."
The surroundings are quiet, and the Kajiu Temple looks medium-sized on the outside, but there is no other cave inside. After passing a corridor with a sign that says "Tourists Stopped", the surrounding environment becomes more quiet and quiet, and the gravel road The dense weeds growing in the crevices of the crevices show that even monks in the temple do not often come here in this area.
After turning a few turns, a few high mountain pines that are unknown for hundreds of years obscured the sky, underneath their feet are pine-like branches and leaves, and the surrounding buildings are obviously more obsolete, and are no longer what they were when viewed from the outside. It is a mixture of red and white colors, but a very simple and old earthy yellow. Several monks' rooms have collapsed, and they are surrounded by ropes by the monks in the temple.
The little novice monk stopped abruptly, "Here it is."
I also stopped and looked at the ordinary monk's room in front of me. The little novice monk glanced at me sideways, nodded, turned around and left, with light steps, disappearing to the corner like a few floats.
Good guy, is this someone from outside the world? People who walk without making a sound, or who don't look at people with straight eyes. The clothes are fluttering like an electric fan in the pants.
I sorted out my mood, and according to common sense, I should push the door and enter to see who is the superior. After all, there is a padded front, so I will hang the phrase "there is a superior in front" in a hot air balloon. Go up to the sky with a scoop.
But I directly took out my mobile phone and called Hu Qinan. "Assistant Hu, it’s already here. There is no need to have a wave of atmosphere when you unlock a new character. You should write a novel. What? Anything to say in advance."
Hu Qinan said helplessly over there, "You can't be the protagonist of the novel just like you want. This time it was not my arrangement. It was Ning Hanqing's handwriting. Ning Cunxu was only acting as a messenger, and I also told him not to move Kajiu. People in the monastery, don’t just go as far as you can."
Seeing that his attitude and tone were pretty good this time, I didn't dwell on this topic, "What should I pay attention to?"
"I don't know who I see, just follow the arrangements."
After hanging up the phone, I looked at the unremarkable wooden door in front of me. Isn't this the standard equipment for the Sweeper
As soon as I was about to knock on the door, the door creaked open from the inside. An old lama opened the door while holding a bowl of rice and eating, "Why didn't you come in yet?"
I was taken aback, thought for a moment, and said, "The master is eating?"
"I've been busy all morning." The old lama walked in with his rice bowl, "Is it not time for the appointment? I thought about it. It would be better to clean up the temple as it was in the past. As a result, I was busy all morning. , I only have dinner now."
The wrinkles on the old lama's face were all squeezed together, and the black and red complexion accompanied the gray and messy beard, and he wore a red monk's clothes casually, which was shabby and old. I followed him in, and he took a chair to let me sit, and went to eat on his own.
"When you go for an appointment, what kind of appointment?" I asked him.
"Are you the grandson of Ning Hanqing?"
At this time I will no longer be surprised by these insignificant things, and directly said: "Yes."
"Back then, Ning Hanqing helped a lot in our temple. When he left, he said that it would take at least forty years to come to Tibet in person, but the old guy was so old back then, how could he even come in person." The old lama ate well. It's almost done, put down the bowl, "So, it's okay if you come here. I can finish things earlier, so I can put down the next thing sooner?" (End of this chapter)