Tomorrow

Chapter Seventy One, the Living Buddha of Morigen

Yun Zhao's ideal is very ambitious.

Because this is not his own ideal, but the common aspiration of many people.

Moreover, these people are doing their best to realize their ideals.

Sun Guoxin was sitting next to the Mani pile, under the blue sky, the colorful prayer flags were buzzing with the wind.

Writing scriptures with tsampa on a stone will leave a line of white scriptures. However, such scriptures cannot be blown by the wind and the sun. A rain and a wind can blow the scriptures away.

Sun Guoxin didn’t care. The scriptures he wrote on the stones were his heart. Rain can wash away the traces of the tsampa, but the scriptures will enter the earth with the rain, letting the grass roots buried deep in the soil. , More robust germination in the coming year.

The wind can take away the tsampa, but the scriptures will be mixed into the wind, and the wind will go to more distant places with the wind, and bring blessings to people far away.

Therefore, what Sun Guoxin wrote is not the scriptures, but the mind...

Under the blue sky and white clouds, a lama wearing a red monk robe, colorful prayer flags, blooming Gesang flowers, green grass, and goshawks flying high in the sky, white sheep on the grass, brown cows... So beautiful.

A clear spring, gurgling out of the grass, the water is clear, like rolling jade syrup, a pair of dark and clean hands intercepted a section of jade syrup from the clear spring, and hurriedly ran to Sun Guoxin’s face. The handful of clear water poured into his bowl.

Then, this unkempt old shepherd was in front of Sun Guoxin, who was worshipping in five bodies.

Sun Guoxin reached out his hand and stroked the top of his head and said, "You are a blessed one."

The old shepherd couldn't cry, kissed Sun Guoxin's toes, and left Manidui step by step.

At this moment, the young lama still stared at the old shepherd for a long time, his eyes warm and compassionate.

"I want to liberate you from misery. I want to chant for forty-nine days here. I want to let the princes here relieve your suffering. I want to make the jackals here also be kind.

My Buddha is merciful..."

There is only one lama in red under the sky!

He swore a heavy oath to survive forty-nine days alone in the wilderness, and to keep chanting for forty-nine days for the people on this land, if he could fulfill this ambition.

The prince on the grassland is willing to forgive those guilty shepherds...

Sitting on the edge of the Mani pile, Sun Guoxin watched the setting sun go down and watched the bright moon rise, slowly closing his eyes.

The four dark yellow light spots slowly approached Sun Guoxin.

Sun Guoxin smiled and opened his eyes. A pale yellow little wolf suddenly jumped into his arms, and there was a tall she-wolf lying quietly beside him.

Sun Guoxin took out a bag from under the mother wolf's belly before opening it, and a scent of milk came out.

The little wolf immediately jumped out of his arms, looking up and waiting for Sun Guoxin to feed it.

The bag was full of milk balls. Sun Guoxin, who had not eaten anything for a day, threw two into his mouth. Seeing Xiaolang's eyesight, he fed one into his mouth.

"Forty-nine days without eating, inhaling wind and drinking dew, this is naturally impossible."

After eating a lot of dried milk, Sun Guoxin no longer looked wilted. Under the care of the two wolves, he wrapped his robes tightly and fell asleep deeply.

At dawn, the sun rose from the horizon again, and Sun Guoxin smiled slightly and sat cross-legged facing the morning sun to start another day of morning class.

As for the two wolves, they have long since disappeared.

At the end of the morning class, Sun Guoxin came to the spring water and began to wash carefully.

He washes slowly and carefully, even though he has been sleeping and sleeping for forty-nine days, he is still graceful.

Today, he was going to see someone, so he scratched his head again with a razor. It was not until the light was bright that he stopped with satisfaction, leaned over and looked at the reflection in the water, and smiled slightly.

He rearranged his robes, standing in the spring water, looking down at the water, almost transparent fish playing in the water.

The process of cultivating the Tao is extremely boring, so he developed a method of observing small things to relieve loneliness.

Three horse heads appeared on the grassland, and three princes wearing golden crowns galloped from the direction of the sun.

Sun Guoxin still looked down at the small fish in the water.

"Master, why bother to damage your practice for some sinners?"

One of the elderly Mongolian princes sighed and said, "Sooner or later, we people will die. The Han people will not allow us to seek refuge in Jianzhou, and Jianzhou will not allow us to depend on the Han people.

No matter who we take refuge in, the final fate is death.

Those sinners think that they can survive by taking refuge in one party, but they don't know that no matter who they take refuge in, we must be in the forefront.

In the near future, the Living Buddha will see Mongols appearing in the army of Han and Jianzhou people, fighting desperately against their compatriots. He gave his life in vain, but he did not know why he fought.

Living Buddha, if your compassion and wisdom can resolve this contradiction, please tell me Sugraqin. We will build a golden temple to enshrine you forever, so that your voice can resound through the grassland. We all obey. "

Sun Guoxin continued to look down at the swimming fish in the water and sighed: "Look, how happy the fish are in the water. They don't know that this spring will dry up in winter.

Man, the farther you think, the more painful it will be.

Your pain is that you want to keep what you have, and you want to gain more... This is the source of your pain.

There are abundant vegetation and abundant water resources here. Cows and sheep can thrive here, and you can also live a prosperous life... It's a pity that this grassland is like a stream of small fishes to you.

If a small fish wants to grow into a giant fish, the stream is not enough, it needs the sea. "

The Mongolian prince continued to stroke his chest and said: "Please tell me, the living Buddha, where is the Mongolian sea?"

Sun Guoxin raised his head to reveal a sunny smile, and said softly: "Your sea is in your heart."

The young king said: "In my heart?"

Sun Guoxin nodded and said: "In your heart, you are not willing to abandon this pasture, then this pasture will become your shackles. You have been rich for too long. You have long forgotten it. Grows from aquatic plants.

The pasture belongs to the cattle and sheep, not to you. Even the cattle and sheep, to every green grass here, are nothing but visitors.

Remember, follow your heart, remember your ancestors. "

After Sun Guoxin finished speaking, he picked up his bowl and walked step by step in the direction where the three Mongolian princes had come.

On the horizon, there are countless horse heads. These people who were supposed to be packed into wooden boxes by Mongolian princes and abandoned on the grassland have now regained their freedom. They dismounted their horses and stood on the grass, waiting for Sun Guoxin to reach them. By his side, these herdsmen prostrate on the ground and kiss his footprints affectionately.

"Oh"

A howling of wolves came from a distance. On the sand dunes in the distance, there were two wolves, one large and one small.

After Sun Guoxin stopped and waved at the two wolves far away, without looking at the herders crawling on the ground, he walked towards the team that had been waiting for him for a long time and got into the carriage.

"Old Sun, you still didn't tell these princes to surrender to Lan Tian, ​​did you?"

A young red lama waited for Sun Guoxin to get into the carriage, and couldn't wait to say.

Sun Guoxin groaned while lying on the soft cushion. He could even hear his spine rattling and rattling. When he felt comfortable completely, he slowly said, "What anxious."

The young lama said, "How can you not be in a hurry? Gao Jie summoned the soldiers of Lantian City madly and prepared to fight Jiannu to the death."

Sun Guoxin said indifferently: "That's Gao Jie's business. What we need to do will only show our merits after ten years, so we can't rush."

"Are we just walking around aimlessly now?"

Sun Guoxin looked at the young lama and said, "Zhang Xinliang, since you have become a lama, you should become a real lama. They are freed.

It is our job to measure the earth with our feet, and it is also our duty as a lama. "

Zhang Xinliang touched his bald head and said unwillingly: "I don't plan to be a lama for a lifetime. I'm still planning to marry a wife and have children."

Sun Guoxin smiled and said: "Believe me, when you really enter the Tao, you will find exploring the unknown~www.wuxiahere.com~Quiet, nirvana is the world of bliss, wives and children are just a passing moment, nothing."

Zhang Xinliang shook his head repeatedly and said, "I still think it's better to marry a wife and have children."

Sun Guoxin grinned with his white teeth exposed: "At the beginning, I thought so too. Now, I am a jolly lama."

When Zhang Xinliang heard this, his face was as black as ink.

It was very lively outside the carriage, not only Sun Guoxin's 200 followers, but also the local herdsmen and the prisoners who had just been rescued.

They sang and danced around Sun Guoxin's carriage. Only the best riders dared to ride over Sun Guoxin's carriage and wrap the white Hada on the carriage.

Compared with these cheerful shepherds, the expressions of the three Mongolian princes were bitter.

The Living Buddha said very clearly that if they want to survive the war between the Han and Jianzhou people, the only way they can choose is to leave.

You no longer have your own fixed pasture, you need to take your people to wander on the grassland and the Gobi, just like all the darkest times on the grassland, living by water and grass, wandering forever, never stopping.

In order to avoid the wild boar of the Han people and the fierce tiger of the Jianzhou people.

It is the best choice for the Mongols not to help each other. Only in this way can they wait until the Jianzhou people or the Han people win. Only then can the Mongols return to their hometown and surrender to a certain victor.

"Sugraqin, do you really want to leave and go wandering?"

"Margo, do you want to lead the tribe to charge the Jianzhou people, or do you want to take the tribe to charge the Jianzhou people?"

"I don't help anyone, my people only fight for their own cattle and sheep."

"I think so too. We are a group of shepherds, we are a group of shepherd dogs. It is right to chase our own cattle and sheep."

Chapter two

(End of this chapter)