Magic wall protection

When Baima Yangzong came to Tibet, she had just graduated from university a year ago. At that time she did not have a tattoo, nor did she have the courage to stand naked in the north wind and take nude photos of herself. The first time I saw her, she had a pimple on her face and quit her job at a newspaper in Chongqing, and came to Lhasa with her diploma to interview for an internship, and no salary during the probationary period.

When I first met her, she mercilessly ridiculed me.

At that time, the wooden door of the floating bar had the names of our two bosses written side by side: Dabing and Binzi. She laughed and asked me, "Is this store owned by a Japanese woman?

I made a gesture to draw her, she showed a mouthful of white teeth and asked, "Do you believe I bite?"

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We didn't know each other very well at that time. After getting acquainted, she used to reply like this, "If you don't smack me, I'll give you a dime." Her money is in her pocket, a thin stack of pennies. She doesn't have a wallet and doesn't use makeup.

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Anzi was working in a small newspaper, running social news and also writing miscellaneous articles, depending on the number of articles to receive performance pay. But Lhasa is such a big place, where so many events news ah, sometimes run all day, one can not get. Anzi had no choice but to drag her along to make up the number of life feelings. She was still a little girl with little social experience, and Anzi was an old boy who never grew up, and the two of them made up a school literature style of a text.

I was holding back the energy to give them the brush on the fireworks, so in the name of providing material always tell them some messy stories. In those years, I was once obsessed with turning over miscellaneous books, especially interested in the stories of secret rituals and magical powers, and I told a lot of such stories. I remember telling them the story of benevolent magic: In the past, when a Tibetan bandit saw a monk, he would throw a knife at you and ask you to tie a buckle on the knife, just like tying a belt. In this way, he will not rob you. In the past, this kind of tied buckle knife, in the black benzene temple on the room often hang a few, almost everyone in the benzene wave priests will ......

A pure emotion, but not two, after listening to the story, rubbing his chin to continue to make up his mind about literature, he later did not become Lu Qi is a pity.

At that time, the Dazhao Monastery turn the scriptures in the people and can occasionally find the reverse flow of the reversal of the benzene religious, she hold the book to run to interview people, let us live to stop the ...... a blink of an eye and people are gone.

The next day, she came to me, met to read: Oh mama straight Moye Salai de.

I said: "good guy! Noon to chant the scriptures to overtake me ah, I have not brushed my teeth."

Later, I found out that she had gone to learn the eight-word Benevolent Truth and Light method.

She was such a simple little girl at that time.

Later, the simple little girl often turns off the phone in broad daylight and disappears for a few hours.

But the disappearance is very unoriginal, a disappearance, we know she went to a variety of small temples off the beaten path to go, such as Budan Khamsa. Butan Khamsa is a cold and somewhat bizarre small temple, in a certain period but inexplicably became her favorite place in Lhasa.

The place is very hard to find, I do not know whether it is deliberately arranged, or accidentally caused. That looks like a sealed wall. But if you're willing to walk straight toward the wall, you'll find a small alley that suddenly pops up before you hit the wall, and after a few dark, sharp turns in the alley, it leads to the small temple of Budan Khamsa.

That said, it's a bit like the King's Cross station in the Harry Potter saga. Just go through the wall between platforms nine and ten, and behind it is the express train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is protected by an invisible magical wall around it. Yang Ling Biography Novel

Likewise, the many quadrangles of Lhasa block the blood-red walls of this temple tightly, as if deliberately concealing something. It is the same, I heard that this small temple dedicated to the protector deity in the Tantric Gelugpa system of teachings is very controversial, and a bit of a deviant. If it hadn't been listed as a protected cultural heritage unit, this place might have been trashed by the fearful citizens of Lhasa all around, but not necessarily, they are said to be quite afraid of this powerful protector deity.

They do not come here to worship, pretend not to see, only some from the pastoral areas far away from the Khampa people like to worship this protector, it is said to seek fortune extremely spiritual. Terrible and rebellious protector deity can bring fortune, this contradictory parasitic in Tibetan Buddhism and benzene mixed in small temples abound, the Chinese do not understand, Tibetans understand but do not go deep.

The white horse Yangzong naturally is not seeking money, she was shocked after she began to like this temple. The first time she came, there was no one in the temple, the door was open, and time was frozen in the patches of light on the courtyard floor.

She walked slowly inside with her hands in her pants pockets, and then she was scared and cried.

That day, the wooden statue of the patron saint was inexplicably moved to the middle of the hall, where the light was dim - she thought there was a dry corpse sitting there.

After crying, she blew her nose and ran over to examine it carefully.

The patron saint was holding a heart in his hand and gnawing on it ...... metaphorically or cautionary tale?

She looked fascinated all of a sudden ...... I don't know why she didn't tell us the name of that guardian deity Wei De, after all, she must have known, but why didn't she say it? Perhaps she has seen him as her original, it is not known. Given her character at the time, perhaps she was foolish enough to secretly practice some kind of divine power, it is not known.

The first time I saw the man, I was told by a young master many years later that there are some, but they are only the last techniques.

I understand the reasoning.

The young master said, "The Dharma is the greatest of all divine powers, so first keep the precepts. No matter what method you use, it is more important to be a good person with wisdom and peace of mind than anything else."