"How can Buddha like you?" I curl one's lip smile. Front of this man 50 away, his face weathered, bearded residue, hair seems to Ng Man Tat. He crowded bus station in a group of noisy Deqin drivers looking to do business, we should pull us from Deqin to the Meili Snow Mountain's business. The difference is that he actually claimed to be living Buddha, but also information that the car sitting Buddha in particular are protected.
"I have a Living Buddha card!" See that we do not believe that he was anxious, and took out a similar pass from the arms of the documents to me. He wore robes with an upper, with a half-length photos hat Living Buddha, Living Buddha is really a card. We Yizheng, then all burst out laughing, or the first time have heard of Buddha induction certificate.
With this solemn Buddha without some bargaining, we and the other three South Korean backpacker on the living Buddha vehicle. Mitsubishi is a cross-country, "living Buddha of the car seat can not be wrong," living Buddha also stressed again, and then sat down on the driver's seat.
Hovering between vehicles in the mountains, mountain shrouded, at the foot of a rushing river, narrow and dangerous mountain. Living Buddha driving skilled and continuously turn the steering wheel a lot, it seems Shumenshulu. I surreptitiously looked at his foot stepped on the accelerator, wearing shoes tears. Fat Jong Temple in Zhongdian, he worshiped with us for those living Buddha, that far off. It is with admiration how I was feeling, will Hada dedicated sat in futon on the living Buddha. And he, too funny of.
"Living Buddha, your card is out of the test, or the application?" I asked incredulously. "Nonsense." Buddha categorically denied, but delegated to the business, not angry, but patiently explained to us that his hometown in Qinghai, snow-capped mountains on the Son of Heaven Temple of the Living Buddha's death, a monk who look for travel around to get him from Qinghai brought here, so he made a living Buddha's successor, left home when he was only seven years old.
"Then how do you not temple chanting, running out of pull tourists?" I still do not believe it.
"Son of Heaven Temple is very remote, donate less expenditure of the temple depends on subsidies, I pull tourists." Buddha Mandarin is not very good, sandwiched in Tibetan, listening to a bit strenuous. "Temple ceremonies, when done, I'll go back over." Lama added that his greatest wish is for the temple of the Buddha金身reshape what have been save some money, but a lot worse, to some Dora Guests Cai Xing.
We once dressed in tattered Buddha of this awe. Is simply the belief in a life-long dedication Shengseng! As a tribute to him, we immediately agreed that he suggested we stay at his house to see snow-capped mountains sunrise OFFER, and there is no counter-offer. However, the asking price was 15 dollars a person, but also pack meals, but also by no where to go.
Lama's home in the Meili Snow Mountain at the foot of the Ming Wing Village is a beautiful waterfront promenade. Melting snow from the mountains gurgling down, the green irrigated farmland. Sunshine through the swaying trees fall patchwork of Tibetans cottage on the walls of shadow Koshiro wind and dance. Horses and dogs lying peacefully on the road the sun, we have a glance, that did not mean to give way. Buddha will be parked under an old tree, like a cattle bolt. He then pointed out to us to see a two-story house, with all the houses around, like civil engineering structures, four square, white. Buddha said that this is his home. At this time the Tibetans carrying a hoe come from us, I am familiar with the way red, he beckon: "Living Buddhas have come back?" That was real living Buddha.
Through the kinds of vegetables in the yard, the Living Buddha to open their homes. The central hall has a wooden table, the table is a bowl of leftovers. A beautiful rooster standing on the table happily pecking, it is Renjunbuzhu. Buddha noodle Nuse, murmured a sentence, from the back room to rush out of an over 40-year-old woman, one saw us, and quickly put the chicken away, holding a cloth wipe the table.
"This is my wife." Living Buddha presented to us. The woman smiled shyly us. We looked at each other, the Living Buddha is also a wife? Not react, the Living Buddha has pointed to a probe at the door to our 67-year-old boy, said: "This is my son." Shy boy to a head, immediately escaped.
"Everybody can have a wife do? Also a son?!" We looked at him suspiciously. Buddha cushion-mile grunt to explain a pass, to the effect that the Central Plains of Tibetan Buddhism and the Buddhist is different from two types of monks monks, one to allow married, another not, Buddha had the honor of a jolly monk belonging to the former. We are skeptical, but eventually believed. Lama also disseminated about his home village, the facilities and environment are the best, receiving foreign guests over batch, and then told his wife can be opened supper.
Days a bit dark, and Living Buddhas wife point of the oil lamp. We stand around the fowl to eat off the table. Four dishes and one soup, fried potatoes, fried eggs, stir-fried vegetables, fried bacon and rice. Can still taste, although the bacon fat little more refined, rice is a bit rough, but we have been very satisfied. I saw another small table surrounded by a living Buddha for dinner on the table only the potatoes and rice, silk, they invite them to come together to eat, Living Buddha, and his wife refused, but the boys can not withstand the temptation to come up a few folders another escape bacon In the past, has been living Buddhas in Tibetan scolded a few, red we have made a grimace. After a while, the boy then rub over, but the moral support of a pot, Wang Zhuoshang a place, slipped back. "This is a highland barley wine," living Buddha explained to us, "although you drink plenty." When the door is being struck.
Open the door to see a surprise, the United States stood two backpacks devils, gesturing to tell us that they are also Mix, along the Haba Snow Mountain to go one day, with great difficulty to see people smoke, want to spend the night in a night here. I turned to listen to the Living Buddha, Living Buddha exultation. "You tell them that my family had plenty of beds, 15 a person." Buddha wife to see tonight, business is good, black face also float a smile.
However, the United States devils actually Xiangui, counter-offer that 10 a person. The American people to hear the rich, a person must feel ashamed. But the Buddha agreed readily, so that we regretted not help prices to be too fast to be original there is space for 30% of the price cuts! The United States has been joyfully devils carry the package in..
"Room" in the second floor, a large room, outside, balcony. Rough wooden floors, room use "utterly destitute" to describe the very appropriate because it really has nothing. Corner there are dozens of cushions primary school physical education to do the kind of sit-ups. Buddha dragged out of seven paved with two rows on the ground, his wife and son to hold a stack of military blankets distributed to everyone. So this is what Buddha boasts several groups of foreign guests to the reception facilities (reception tonight, another batch), no wonder that there are sufficient beds, this room can be arranged 30 years reckoned a "foreign guest bed"!
Buddha-point of the two candles to us. "Village not pass power-on," he explains. We asked him where the toilet, he Zhao Chuangwai a means, which means hill and dale were outside. "Tomorrow morning I'll cry you to watch the sunrise." Buddha left this sentence, it took one downstairs, leaving behind two groups Huangyou You candle illuminates the empty house.
The United States and South Korean passengers devils obviously to adapt to this "room", apart from anything else started cooking their own beds. My companion hesitated even try to Doukai quilt. No pillows on the pad with the bag look. Of course, fully clothed on the grounds of the sleep, surprisingly soft and warm quilts. We blow out candles, surrounded by darkness at once, the real reaching not see five fingers, and only the bugs out of the window gently singing, as well as break out of breath.
Lay in the dark for a while, but its too early. Would probably also at home watching TV bar. I am groping quietly got up and went to balcony intend to sit for a while. Looked up, Wow, the sky's the stars shine in this simple and sumptuous sleeping over the small village, the United States was people could not breathe. Companions are also now out of a daze as I looked up.
"Drink beer?" We're back, the Yankees greeted us in the dark, candlelight a bright, three South Koreans are also carrying his candle out, "there beer? We have grilled fish and peanuts," a South Korean girl said excitedly. Everyone had sleep.
So we sat in the balcony to bring the Yankees to drink beer, chatting under the stars. We pass a little language, so English, Korean, Chinese, Shanghai dialect is also sandwiched point big pot, each tell their own stories. Our story of the most simple, two great rivers and mountains of love of country yearning for Shanghai people living outside the city, so the pilgrimage snow-capped mountains; South Korean girl is a writer and journalist, ready to write a book on China's book, in the tourist on the way to get to know another two obsessed with Chinese culture, a South Korean young men, came together to this; and two devils have come to the United States youth volunteers in Asia, one in Burma, Laos to teach English, a practice of geographical mapping, while a meager salary, but have gone through in Asia depends backpack in many places. . . Had a slight disdain for these companions had been swept away (honest haggling with the living Buddha is also very smart when the Korean people, let us ashamed less), that is yearning for their extensive experience, and provide them moved by the dedication and the pursuit of. Reminds me of the living Buddha is persistent while pursuing, although he did not aspire to serve the people, but his dreams and work is also respected moving. Life, and always has been the pursuit of strike?
This is a wonderful night under the stars and snow-capped mountains, in the Buddha on the balcony drinking beer, listening to exotic customs and stories to share Chinese culture and Confucianism comments. Living Buddha at home I do not know the "room" has many such nights, travelers from all over the world gathered in the living Buddha of the candlelight laughing in various languages, to communicate, but suddenly felt at home in the living Buddha, the world close to a small .
Chicken is called the first times, Buddha on the reminders we have to get up, saying that snow-capped mountains meet again late sunrise. Buddha family had no washbasin supply, we followed the stream where he was washing his face at the door, clear cold water, a sudden shock us awake. In the dark road, snow-capped mountains to see a vague outline of gradually clear float the sun will be snow-capped mountains peaks of the main peak Kawaboge Surely it crystal-clear, golden success, it has gradually set up a bright blue sky Tuicheng pink, and light Red, white rolling into a solemn holy, magnificent extraordinary. But soon the cloud shrouded summit will be rising, become the mysterious misty, Buddha said that one year could see the mountain top picture a day to only 50 days, we have are of a very good luck. Looking upward, looking at the snow-capped mountains, he murmured This is our Kamiyama, when the Living Buddha of the expression finally had a little shadow, but soon he was back to normal, saying that eating breakfast will take us back to the Mingyong, is said to be the world's glacier at an elevation of the lowest.
Half way to the Mingyong riding on the snow-capped mountains, to the hillside to dismount to walk because of the rugged mountain behind, horses have been unable to move forward. When asked to explain where the horse has a small temple, Qian Ma told us that this is the Tibetan Lama Temple, under the auspices of the Son of Heaven.
This is a simple temple, only one temple, for a clay sculpture of Buddha, surrounded by hanging streamer under lit butter lamps and candles. Some of the old Buddha statues, very kindly smile hanging head, I wonder why do I feel closer here than anywhere else these statues. Simple Buddhist temple where I had been around the brain emerges out of the dream of Living Buddha, Golden Buddha Wall brilliant, turning the wheel into the rows of shining golden light, delicate wall painting, gem of the streamer and tribute, the air was filled with the aroma of butter lamps and the Song of the public voice of the Buddha. . . . . .
Living Buddhas like hard work, this dream can always achieve it?
There are also stories of Buddha, write no more.
Deqin left when the Living Buddha waved goodbye to us at the bus stop, and turned again into the crowd Showmanship sell his services in transport, it seems to have heard the excuse that he worried "living Buddha does not lie 。。。。。。"
For a long time, and always will be remembered, I wonder if now living Buddha statues save enough money to rebuild金身not?
By: amy202
