Chapter 6 third chapter

In the early morning, an old lama named Dunga came out of the monastery at the highest point of Diaofang Mountain.Carrying a leather bag of dried cattle and sheep's heart and lungs, he walked down the path and stopped when he passed the cow dung blockhouse where the headquarters of the working committee was located.He stood in front of the stable and looked at his father who was curled up and sleeping soundly and Gangrisenger who was bandaging his wounds, then turned around to look at the wild donkey river down the mountain, and left quietly. In the open inlet of the Wild Ass River, in front of the tents at the bottom of the mountain, the morning smoke is rising, and the cattle and sheep have already risen up, screaming.The shepherd's dogs were divided into two parts: the shepherd dogs who had rested all night were preparing to set off with the herd. The group lies at the door of the tent, and their tasks during the day are to guard the house and sleep.And on the beach where cobblestones and goose crown grass are mixed at the end of the river bend, a large group of hundreds of territorial dogs of various kinds are eagerly waiting for the arrival of the old lama.Life is the same as before, everything is the same as yesterday, except for the restlessness in the heart of the old lama.

The restlessness in the heart of the old lama Dunga is precisely due to the existence of the territorial dog.Territorial dogs are also stray dogs, but they only wander in their own territory. When this huge group of endless dogs considers the entire Western Qinggoam Grassland centered on Xijiegu as their territory according to human will, any outsiders Dogs in the wild don't want to easily find a chance to survive on this land.That is to say, shepherd dogs guard the herds, watchdogs guard tents and bungalows, and territorial dogs guard the entire Xijie Ancient Grassland.Territory dogs will never leave their grasslands for life, even if they starve to death, even if they transform into wild animals, even if they become mangy dogs that everyone hates.Because once you leave the grassland you guard and survive, the territorial dogs elsewhere will kill and eat it, no matter how powerful it is.

Territorial dogs are not wild dogs, and no one feeds wild dogs. Territorial dogs, apart from often catching live food on the grassland like wild animals, will also get food from people at a fixed time and place.The behavior of people giving them food is superficially out of religious and secular goodness, but in fact it is to strengthen their dependence on human beings from the dependence of survival.Although territorial dogs do not belong to any individual, human will is unmistakably reflected in their every move.In addition to herdsmen and monasteries, old lama Dunga is the one who throws food for territorial dogs in the ancient Xijie Temple.

The old lama Dunga came to the beach of the wild donkey river, pulled out his waist knife, cut off the hearts and lungs of cattle and sheep on the stone slab, and threw them to them bit by bit.Suddenly seeing a child with a bare back running along the shallow water of the river, my heart sank slightly, and I cried out: No good. The child with bare back shouted loudly: that day, that day.The calf-like big black mastiff ran over immediately that day.Light Backbone threw a chubby sheep's tail in his hand to it.That day the big black mastiff jumped up and grabbed it in one bite, gobbling it while staring at the bare back.It has a premonition that its former owner is not just here to feed its sheep's tail, there must be other things, just like what happened in the past, let it go hunting with him in the deep grassland, or find something for it. Something he couldn't find.Then there is the fight, just like yesterday, let it rush ahead of the mastiff king and violently attack the same kind of intruder, and then bite wildly.It knew that the master's business was always more important than its own food and drink, so it didn't chew it, and swallowed the sheep's tail into its stomach, including the meat and wool.At this time, it saw the child with a bare back running forward. After running a few steps, he turned around and waved to him, shouting: That day, that day.

That day, the big black mastiff beat the ground vigorously with its four thick legs and followed.The old lama Dunga watched the man and the dog disappear into the narrow passage between the fortresses, and hurried towards the monastery. In the lobby of the Twin Buddha Yabuyum Hall, the old lama Dunga told Tenzin Living Buddha, the abbot of the Xijie Ancient Temple, that he had a dream last night. A golden male mastiff, as beautiful and majestic as a lion, begged him to save himself. Life.The golden male mastiff said that it was a lion on the Animaqing snow mountain in its previous life, and once protected all the monks practicing on the snow mountain.The old lama also said that this morning he saw a strange Han man and a badly injured golden lion-head male mastiff in the stables of the cow dung blockhouse this morning, and he saw a child with a bare back by the wild donkey river. The day the big black mastiff died.Tenzin Living Buddha asked: Are you saying that the snow mountain lion you dreamed is the lion-headed male mastiff you saw?The old lama Dunga said: Yes, yes, it is very dangerous now, how can we save its life?Living Buddha Tenzin knew that this problem was very serious, so he quickly called several other living Buddhas to discuss it. The result of the discussion was to send three iron lamas to protect the lion-headed male mastiff that was the Animaqing snow mountain lion in the previous life and the foreign one. Han people.Tiebang Lama is the physical embodiment of King Kong, the Dharma guardian of the ancient Xijie Temple, and the executor of the law of the grassland and the will of the temple. In the entire western Qinggoamma grassland, only they can represent the will of God and punish all living beings, including Tibetan mastiffs, at will.Punishment by others, though permissible, is not sacred.It is not a divine punishment, and naturally it is not a punishment for doing justice for the heavens and avoiding retribution.

Father was awakened by a thunderous dog barking.He sat up suddenly, and saw a black mastiff the size of a calf rushing towards Gangriseng beside him.He instinctively lifted the quilt and covered it against the big black mastiff.The big black mastiff had no time to dodge that day, the head of the mastiff was covered all of a sudden.It stopped abruptly, biting the quilt and shaking it vigorously.Father grabbed the corner of the quilt and pulled the big black mastiff Na Ri out of the stable like a tug of war.The big black mastiff suddenly realized that day that its enemy was not only the dying lion-headed male mastiff, but also the owner of the lion-headed male mastiff, a strange Han Chinese.It let go of the quilt and barked loudly, not at its father, but at the wild donkey river in front of the Diaofang Mountain.

My father later said that the barking of the big black mastiff that day was the language of the Tibetan mastiff, and it must have mentioned Gangrisenge, his father, and the bay red horse.The territorial dogs in the distance understood it as soon as they heard it, and ran wildly in response, and came here from the beach of the Wild Donkey River in a blink of an eye. Father screamed in his heart: It's over.Quickly covered Gangrisenger, who was still dying, with a quilt, and then dragged the bay red horse, which was as frightened as him, from the corner of the stable, ready to jump on it and escape.

But it was too late, the territorial dogs were densely packed in front of the horse pen, the big black mastiff and its sister big black mastiff Guori and the gray husband mastiff who was defeated by Gangrisenger yesterday had rushed over, no For people, but for horses.Smart Tibetan mastiffs know that when biting a man, the horse is bitten first, and the horse will not listen to the command of the man if it bleeds, and the man will not be able to escape.The bay red horse suddenly turned around, lifted its buttocks and kicked it, and kicked the big black mastiff on the left eye of that day.The big black mastiff rolled to the ground with a scream that day, and immediately got up again, and rushed forward again with ten times the madness, and its sharp canine teeth slammed into the bay red horse's buttocks.The bay red horse barked and kicked while barking.Father clearly saw that the bay red horse's iron hooves kicked the big black mastiff's belly several times, but the big black mastiff didn't let go that day. It desperately pulled the bay red horse's body so that its chest and belly The belly is fully exposed in front.The big black mastiff Guori and the gray husband mastiff jumped up at the same time and bit the bay red horse.The bay red horse fell to the ground with a bang.The big black mastiff jumped over that day and bit the bay red horse by the throat.

Father screamed and jumped to the corner of the wall.Instinct told him that at the corner he could at least avoid the danger of being attacked.Trembling all over, he stared hopelessly at the pack of dogs in front of him.Some of them were taciturn, and some screamed wildly; the taciturn ones rushed forward, and the screaming ones stood aside to cheer. Between him and the dogs was Gunrisenger, who was covered by a quilt.The territorial dogs have not found Gunrisenger yet.The big black mastiff that killed the bay red horse seemed to have forgotten about Gangrisenge that day, and the only purpose it rushed over was to bite his father to death like the bay red horse.His father was dripping with cold sweat. He thought about death, and he also thought about not dying. He didn't know how death would lead to death, and how not death would lead to immortality. He only did one thing that he would regret for the rest of his life, and that was betrayal. Facing the attack, he humbly betrayed Gangrisenger, whom he had always wanted to protect. When the scarred big black mastiff and several other Tibetan mastiffs opened their bloody mouths at him that day, he suddenly tore off the cover of Gangrisenger. Senge quilt.

All the dogs were stunned for a moment, except the big black mastiff that day.The big black mastiff with blood on its left eye and stomach bit the quilt in his father's hand that day. The quilt had covered it, and it hated the quilt even more than it hated Gangrisenger.The quilt rattled and rotted.As soon as the quilt rotted, the big black mastiff thought that the revenge against the quilt was over that day, and it was Gangrisenger and the owner of the quilt that he should deal with with all his strength.It breathed towards its companion, and my father would understand later that the sound of breathing was his order to the other Tibetan mastiffs: You guys kill that dog, and I will kill this man.The other Tibetan mastiffs are still hesitating, they think that Gangrisenger was killed by the dogs yesterday, and what they are facing now is just a corpse, and their upright Tibetan mastiffs will never bite the corpse of the same kind .The big black mastiff scolded his companion impatiently that day, and then jumped up.

The big black mastiff's goal that day was father's throat, and when father dodged, his sharp teeth sank into his shoulder with a puff.Father screamed, screamed loudly.Amidst the screams, her thighs were cut to pieces by the tooth knife, and her chest was also cut to pieces by the tooth knife.Then there is the face of death. His father later said that if there were no miracles, he would definitely have died that day under the knife of the big black mastiff.The miracle was that the big black mastiff suddenly died that day. One of its eyes and stomach was bleeding, and when the bleeding reached a certain level, it felt dizzy. on the ground.Then came another miracle, Gangrisenger woke up.Gangrisinge, who had been unconscious all this time, suddenly twitched at the most dangerous moment of his father, once, twice, three times, then opened his eyes, and even struggled to raise his head.The Tibetan mastiffs surrounding it suddenly barked.And the big black mastiff Guori and the gray husband mastiff, who were following the big black mastiff that day, were about to pounce on their father, suddenly changed their minds and pounced on Gangrisenger.Because in their consciousness, hatred of the same kind is always more urgent than hatred of humans. Gangrisenger was in danger, and its danger won his father a few seconds of insurance.The few seconds that mattered to the life of a dog saved his father from being fatally bitten by two mastiffs, but Gangriseng was once again slaughtered by a tooth knife. At this time, the father saw Director Bai, the glasses and Medoram.They were blocked by the territorial dogs on the stone steps at the door of the bunker.Director Bai took a pistol and threatened the dogs, but he didn't dare to fire bullets. He knew that dogs should not be shot, and the consequences of killing a dog would be disastrous.The dogs growled, and they could tell from the way the three men walked that they were coming to rescue their father, so they ran up the stone steps and forced them to back away.The three quickly retreated into the bunker.Two Tibetan mastiffs stood at the door, bumping their big heads against the door panel, warning the people inside not to come out to meddle in their own business. Father despaired again.He saw three lamas wrapped in red pulus walking towards the stables fifty paces away, so he called out to them miserably, "Come and save someone." Three burly lamas ran among the dogs, yelling non-stop, brandishing their iron bars and making their way to the stables.Those Tibetan mastiffs that refused to get out of the way, those Tibetan mastiffs that were about to bite their father, and the big black mastiff Guori and the gray husband mastiff that were still biting Gangrisenger, were beaten a little dizzy by the iron bars in the hands of the three lamas. I don't know what to do for a while.But they will never retreat, because they are Tibetan mastiffs, and their ancestors did not give them the consciousness of retreating immediately after encountering obstacles in battle.They barked at the three iron rod lamas and asked angrily: What do you mean?Shouldn't this dog, one person, and two offenders be punished?We are territorial dogs, and defending the territory is the sacred duty entrusted to us by the ancients of Xijie.Are you going to take it back now?It is impossible for the three iron rod lamas to answer their questions. The ones who can answer the questions can only be those more intelligent Tibetan mastiffs. The Mastiff King Tiger Head Snow Mastiff, who had been watching silently, suddenly barked. The barking was deep, steady, thick, and slow, but all the Tibetan Mastiffs, including the little Tibetan dogs, heard it and understood the meaning. That is, it requires them to respect the will of Lama Tiebang.Once the Tiebang Lama came forward to protect them, the alien dogs and their owners who broke into their territory were no longer the ones that had to be killed.First, the big black mastiff Guori and the gray husband mastiff tucked their tails, lowered their heads and left the stables silently.Then all the Tibetan mastiffs that entered the stables left there one after another.Mastiff King Tiger Head Snow Mastiff strode towards the Wild Donkey River.The Tibetan mastiffs almost lined up behind it.The little Tibetan dogs were still yelling relentlessly, but it was just yelling, barking, and slowly followed the Tibetan mastiffs away. Three iron lamas with red pulu stood in front of the stables and watched them off.Only the living father and the dead claret horse were left in the stable, and two Tibetan mastiffs, one was Gangriseng who passed out again, and the other was the big black mastiff that day that collapsed to the ground due to excessive blood loss. Father let out a long breath and sat down on the ground.The bare-backed child got out of nowhere and jumped into the stables.He barked every day, threw himself on the big black mastiff Nari, stuck out his tongue to lick the blood on its left eye, and licked the blood on its stomach.He thought that his tongue had the same anti-inflammatory and detoxifying functions as the tongue of the Tibetan Mastiff, even more miraculous than the tongue of the Tibetan Mastiff. As long as he licked it, the wound would heal immediately.The big black mastiff wagged its tail that day, expressing its gratitude to its former owner. My father was seriously injured. His shoulders, chest and thighs were cut by the black mastiff's knife that day. The gashes were deep and blood flowed profusely.Gangriseng's situation was even worse, with old injuries and new wounds, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.The big black mastiff was still panting that day. Although it couldn't stand up, and although the left eye was still bleeding from the kicked by the bay red horse, it still stared at his father and Gangrisenger with his right eye of hatred for a while. .A strong iron rod lama carried his father on his back, and an even stronger iron rod lama carried the big black mastiff. On that day, a particularly strong iron rod lama carried Gangrisenger on his back.They lined up and walked along the path towards the ancient Xijie Temple at the highest point of Diaofang Mountain. The child with a bare back followed behind.Whether he hated Gangriseng or cared about the day of the big black mastiff, he had a reason to follow the three iron stick lamas to the ancient Xijie Temple.When he was approaching the monastery, he stopped, squinted his eyes and looked at the grassland on the other side of the wild donkey river, and suddenly let out a scream, which made the three iron rod lamas turn around and look at him.The bare-backed face is exaggerating the inner hatred, and the anger radiating from the eyes is as fierce as a burning cow dung fire. On the grassland on the other side of the Wild Ass River, seven small black spots appeared.The child with a bare back recognized at a glance that they were the children of the seven grandmas who followed their father to the Xijie Ancient Grassland.He ran down the hill, shouting as he ran: Go to Grandma's enemy, go to Grandma's enemy. Soon there were dogs barking.The father who was carried by the Lama Iron Rod could imagine how excitedly the dogs chased after the bare-backed child, as if he was a general, and they were all soldiers who charged forward.The father sighed helplessly, and really regretted his actions: Why did you distribute the peanuts to those children?Peanuts do not grow on the prairie, and it is the first time for children on the prairie to eat peanuts. The delicious taste is unprecedented for them.They followed their father and came to Xijiegu with the unprecedented fragrant heaven fruit, but the result was disaster.Seven children, how can they resist the attacks of so many dogs?The father begged in the ear of the lama who was carrying him: You are lamas in the monastery, and you are people who do good deeds. You should save the seven children.Lama Tiebang said in Chinese: Do you know Grandma's enemy?The old lady's enemy came to look for you?The father said: No, they must have come to find Gangriseng, and Gangriseng is their dog.Lama Tiebang didn't say anything more, and walked into the alleyway of the monastery with tall ocher walls and white walls behind his back. The bare-backed child led a pack of territorial dogs, waded across the Wild Donkey River, and chased them away. It was another escape, and the seven grandma's children seemed to be good at escaping. As long as they spread their legs, Xijiegu's people would never be able to catch up.They ran and shouted: Mahakala Bensenbao, Mahakala Bensenbao.It seemed to be a mysterious spell, and the dogs slowed down their chasing speed when they heard it, and their barking became weak, and it almost became a talkative urging: run, run.