Chapter 565: Flying Buddha

On the sparse meadow, this cemetery looks particularly dazzling.

This birth, old age, sickness and death are the principle of the cycle of all things in the world, and it is not unusual. However, there are only a few grasses on these tombs, and the others are all loess, which look less than years old.

Cao Yong followed the great lama and walked into the graveyard. Looking at the graves of all sizes, his heart was deep.

The reason why there is no grass on the ground is that the land in many places has been turned over and the grass roots have been dig out.

There are many funeral ceremonies for the Mongolians, and burial is one of them. They also have the custom of gathering tribes to bury them. They chose a slope towards the east on the nomadic grassland and built family tombs here. In Mongolian terms, this is called "deserving their virtues."

In their eyes, the hole of the grave was facing the direction of the sun, so that the dead could set and rise in the evening like the sun. No matter how far apart the nomadic members were, the Mongolians would drive carriages to their cemeteries.

They also marked here to declare that this place was their "great virtue". If other Mongolians looked at it, they would not set up another tomb nearby.

Now, without war, why are there so many new tombs appearing?

In Cao Yong's mind, the heavy snow he saw with his own eyes outside this spring. When he was in the capital, he heard that the snow disaster in the north was even worse.

Kangxi also issued an order to transport grain to Mongolia and send people to teach fishing methods. Cao Yong felt funny at the beginning.

He believed that this was just for the Mongolian princes and princes to see. The so-called "relief" money and rice can help those in the fallen Mongolian Taiji people to solve the famine and prevent the Golden Family from starving to death. Who would care about other Mongolian herders?

When Cao Yong came to the door of the mouth in the first month of the year, he thought of the possible famine in a few months, and once "guided" the great manager of Prince Jian's mansion, talking about the "bold prospects" of the felt and sheepskin business.

His original intention was to hope that Prince Jian’s mansion would interfere in this matter so that the herdsmen could exchange their belongings for money so that they could survive the famine.

After six or seven months, the grass grows and eagles fly on the fields, and everything revives. It is no longer difficult to satisfy your hunger.

In such a huge grassland, how many places can those royal merchants enter?

The great lama had already recited the Diamond Sutra in a low voice, which was originally a bit heavy scripture, and was recited in Mongolian language, making people feel more and more sad.

Not far from the tomb, there was a shabby felt bag. The servant of the big lama had already visited and brought a gray-haired Mongolian man.

If he looks at his hair, he seems to be fifty or sixty years old, but his face is not that old.

The man was wearing an old Mongolian robe, tall, but was terrifyingly thin.

His forehead pattern seemed to be carved from a knife, and his eyes were a little dull. When he saw the monk's robe on the big lama, his face seemed to be smiling and cried.

With a "thump" sound, the Mongolian man was kneeling in front of the big lama, with his hands facing upwards, and he was carrying a "popular" gift.

Although this man may not know that the old lama in front of him is the respected "Hutuktu" on the grassland, he still performed the most solemn gift from Buddhists on the grassland.

The great lama showed a compassionate look on his face, and he stretched out his hand and called the man up.

The man stood up and looked at the convoy not far away, with a confused look on his face.

The great lama asked the man's name, and then pointed to the grave in front of him to ask why.

When this man heard this, his face was full of despair and sorrow.

His name is Bagen, and he is a descendant of this "high moral character".

There are several newly raised graves where his parents, wife and children are buried. The family of seven is now the only one left. The other six are all starved to death due to the famine and plague caused by last year's blizzard.

The other graves are other descendants who are "deserving their virtues", and many of them are buried by him.

Although according to custom, this person who died suddenly cannot be buried in "protective virtue", Bagen cannot bear to have the souls of his relatives without relying on them and becomes a wandering soul on the grassland, so he is buried here.

Livestock had already frozen to death last winter, and until the frozen meat started this year, there was no food to fill the stomach. Without horses and could not migrate, they could only dig grass roots nearby to fill the stomach.

I originally thought that I would stay until June and July when the water and grass were plump, and then follow the passing shepherds to migrate. Unexpectedly, this "white disaster" brought the grassland, in addition to the death of livestock, there were also deaths of other animals.

Dead livestock can be made into jerky meat and dried food for herders. After other wild animals die, their bodies can only gradually rot.

This has led to plagues rampant on the grasslands.

After the double suffering of famine and plague, the Bagen family passed away one after another, leaving him alone.

Bagen had already opened a tomb for himself by his parents' tomb. He thought that if he couldn't get through it, he would just sit there, which would save trouble.

As the story goes, the man has already started to cry, and the desolation in his voice makes people cry when they hear it.

The great lama sighed in a low voice, then said, "Everything is suffering, this life is impermanent, but I want blessings in the next life. I still lack Shabinar (the muslim slave). Are you willing to follow me and listen to the mystery of "Gangzhul" and "Danzhul"?"

Upon hearing this, Bagen had already kneeled down, crawled in front of the big lama, and said in tears: "Uh!"

This "叶叶" means the master of Mongolian. From the moment he kneels down, Bagen has gone from a free man to a shepherd slave of the great lama.

Cao Yan stood beside the big lama, but he was a little surprised to see this scene.

I thought the great lama had compassion and wanted to accept this man as his apprentice, but I didn't expect that he would accept a slave who was willing to let him drive him.

Look at the great lama's accompanying monks, servants, and slaves, and Cao Yan's original heavy mood was a little more funny.

This is the so-called "supreme Buddhism", and the hierarchy in it is no less than that of the secular world.

His eyes swept across the grave in front of him, thinking that he didn't know how many people were suffering from the snow disaster last winter, and his heart was really heavy.

The "Bogda Khan" who made the Mongols feared sent many people to the grassland to teach fishing methods, but he didn't know how lucky the fish in the river are now...

I think the Mongolian princes and guilds gave me a memorial to the money and food gifts given by the court. This people were naturally "received the grace of the Holy Lord" and did not freeze to death due to famine.

Only in this way can the court's grace and Kangxi's "mercy"...

In the end, it is the advantage of occupying a large area and sparsely populated area. The earthy steamed buns like the Bagen family may be scattered everywhere and do not need to catch everyone's eyes again.

In just one or two days, the atmosphere in this line eased.

Whenever sunset is stationed, although people cannot be said to be singing and dancing, they are no longer as heavy as before.

There are only two who have changed, Cao Yong and Da Lama.

Cao Yong missed homesickly. After seeing the vast grassland and the ruthless natural disasters, he began to miss homesickness.

Isn’t it his previous pursuit to be a bystander of history and live his life peacefully? Now, his sense of "inclusion" is getting stronger and stronger.

Sometimes, he couldn't help feeling guilty.

If you can think of "there will be a major epidemic after a major disaster" and then come up with a way to deal with it, will it cause fewer people to die in this world?

Whenever Cao Yong thought of this, he felt ridiculous. Is he the omnipotent Buddha? He wanted to save all sentient beings?

Even kings like Kangxi and monks like the great lamas all have different interests, and the people they see and care for are different.

But I accidentally stood on the clouds and looked down at all living beings. It was really a fraternity.

People should be responsible for their lives in the world. What is their responsibility?

This interchange of guilt and funny feelings made Cao Yong a little confused.

The great lama was also silent before. After discovering Cao Yong's confusion, he became energetic and began to promote "precepts, concentration, and wisdom" in front of Cao Yong.

"Awareness without being confused, righteousness without being evil, pure without being stained", cultivate blessings, wisdom and resources to achieve Buddhahood, Dharma bodies, and use "no two correct views" to break the afflictions and obstacles of the three realms...

The Mongolian scriptures of "Dulu Dulu" made Cao Yong's ears "buzz".

Even when he was dreaming, he dreamed that this great lama was talking about "full merits" and "good rewards in the next life".

After this bombing, Cao Yong became awake from his confusion.

It’s not that he disrespects the great lama and blasphemed Buddhism, but that whenever he hears the great lama saying the three words “precepts, concentration, and wisdom” seriously, Cao Yong can think of the other three misinterpreted words without knowing what is happening.

Thinking of those three words, looking at "precepts, concentration, and wisdom" again, this slogan is just a slogan, and its rendering power has been reduced a lot.

I don’t know if he is not very wise or he is cold-hearted and selfish by nature, but he finally put away his "compassionate heart" and calmly browsed the scenery at the foot of Hang Ai Mountain...

The great lama saw Cao Yong's changes in his eyes, and seemed to notice his firmness. He finally felt unwilling to let go, and talked about Buddha to Cao Yong.

Cao Yong just listened. Sometimes when he saw the big lama being too proud, he would show off what he heard from Qingliang Temple a few words.

The great lama was stunned at first, but then he looked like an enlightened naughty boy, asking about the details of Zen practice and comparing the differences between the Yellow Sect and the exoteric and esoteric practices.

Although Cao Yong was not a monk or a lay Buddhist, he was influenced by the old lady since he was a child. In addition, during the years he went to the temple, he could also tell me a little about Zen practice.

When the big lama heard this, he pondered and then compared the differences and advantages of the two methods of practice.

Speaking of this, Cao Yong was not interested in the exoteric sect that mainly practiced the "precepts". What he paid the most attention to was the "Tanta dual cultivation" with a somewhat mysterious color.

Although the Lamaism says that it is not to marry a wife, to kill, or to drink alcohol, it does not abstain from sex or meat.

According to what Cao Yong knew later, this so-called "Tanta dual cultivation" is the practice of men and women, and it is the rolling sheets or something.

I don’t know if it is because of the old lama’s old age, weak body, or other things. Most of the people who serve daily life around him are monks, while those who manage foreign affairs are servants and housekeepers.

The other monks, some older people, were carrying young female slaves in the tent.

Because of this, Heshan and Shiyun and others once said it privately, but they were so unbearable that they were also envious of it.

Cao Yong was young and energetic after all, and now he has been away from home for another two months.

If it were others, there would be the opportunity to entertain guests from Mongolian female slaves along the way. Cao Yong was beside the great lama, carrying the imperial edict and caring about the "northwest military situation", so the "angel"'s airs are still to be upright.

On the southern foot of Hangai Mountain, there is no desolation of the northern foot of the mountain, and the water plants are the most abundant. There are also many Mongolian tribes living here. Among them, some Mongolian kings and kings Taiji have built mansions to settle down, and their living and food have been greatly Chineseized.

It was not until here that Cao Yong heard the news from the court and knew that many Khalkha soldiers were transferred here to prevent the Cewang Alabutan soldiers from robbing north.

In addition, in Shaanxi, thousands of green camps were transferred to the front of the Heshuo Army.

There is no logistics supply in Cewang Alabutan. As long as the retreat of robbery is cut off, even if they do not face the enemy in person, this will consume them and they will be able to surrender.

Thinking of this, Cao Yong's mood was relieved a little.
To be continued...