Chapter 7 Chapter Four

On the kang of the monk's house in the ancient Xijie Temple, my father's tragic cry was like a flesh and blood being bitten open again.What bit him was not sharp teeth, but strong medicine.The Tibetan doctor Lama Gayutuo of Xijie Ancient Temple took out some white powder, black powder and blue powder from a bulging leopard skin medicine bag and sprinkled them on his father's shoulders, chest and thighs respectively, and then used a kind of paste The liquid was smeared on the wound.The moment the powder was sprinkled, my father almost fainted from the pain. After the dressing was done, he felt much better immediately.The bleeding had stopped and the pain was lessening, only then did he realize that he was drenched in sweat, and a burst of thirst suddenly hit him.He said: Is there any water?Give me a sip of water to drink.Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, understood, and muttered a few words to the iron-speaking lama who had been waiting by his side all the time.Lama Tiebang went out and came back with a wooden basin of black herbal soup.Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, made a gesture of drinking to his father, and his father took it and drank it, so bitter that tears came out immediately.

On the ground on the other side of the monk's house, there lay the unconscious Gangrisenger and the big black mastiff that was about to become unconscious.Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, first unwrapped Gangrisenger’s bandage yesterday, sprinkled powders of different colors on the old wound and the new wound, then smeared the whole body with the paste-like liquid, and rolled up a dog’s ear. I squeezed it hard a few times, and then went to treat the big black mastiff that day.Father suddenly remembered the bottle of iodine left by Medoram, and quickly took it out from his body and handed it over.Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, took it over, looked at it, smelled it, and threw it on the kang.The father picked it up and asked in surprise: "This medicine is very good, why don't you use it?"Ga Yutuo shook his head, snatched the iodine bottle from him, threw it into the corner of the wall, and said something to Lama Tiebang in Tibetan.Lama Tiebang said to his father: Oppose, oppose, your medicine and our medicine are against.

The big black mastiff that was about to faint suddenly opened its eyes wide when taking the medicine that day, trembling all over, struggling and crying in pain.Lama Tiebang held it down vigorously, and after the medicine was finished, it passed out from the pain. Ga Yutuo, a Tibetan doctor, asked Tiebang Lama to open the mouth of the big black mastiff that day, and poured in the leftover herbal soup that his father drank, and then went out to personally bring half a pot of warm herbal soup, and poured it into Gangrisinge.He looked at his father and Gangrisenger who was still panting quietly, and he was really glad that his father and it survived.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Director Bai, Glasses and Medolam came.A monk with a clear face and serious expression accompanied them.Tibetan doctor Gayutuo and Tiebang Lama bowed respectfully when they saw the monk.Director Bai said: How is the injury?You scared the hell out of us.The father said a little coldly: "Maybe I won't die, anyway, the wound doesn't hurt anymore now."Director Bai said: You should thank the Buddhist Lamas of Xijie Ancient Temple, they saved you.Pointing to the monk with a clear face, he said, "You haven't seen this Buddha yet, right? This is Tenzin Living Buddha, the abbot of Xijie Ancient Temple."Father put his hands together quickly, bowed his waist, and bowed symbolically.Tenzin Rulku took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the top of his father's head like sweeping dust.Father knew that this was the touch of the Living Buddha, a blessing from the grassland, so he bowed down gratefully and bowed again.

Tenzin Tulku came to Gangrisenge, squatted down, and gently stroked the fluff coated with medicinal liquid.Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, said anxiously: It may not survive, its soul is leaving.Tenzin Rulku stood up and said: How could it be?It was entrusted to a dream, and the dream didn't say it was going to die.It asks us to save its life, and we can save its life.It is the reincarnation of the Animaqing snow mountain lion. It has protected all the monks practicing on the snow mountain, and it will come to protect us. It will not die. With such a serious injury, it would have died long ago.Serve well, you will have thirteen levels of merit for treating sick people in the world, and twenty-six levels of merit for treating sick people in the god world, and treating a secular incarnation of a snow mountain guardian who has protected many ascetic monks, You will have thirty-nine levels of merit.Also, the Han who brought the incarnation of the snow-capped lion to the Xijie Ancient Grassland is an auspicious person, you must treat him well, his wounds are your own wounds.Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, and Lama Tiebang obliged.

Before coming to Qingguo Ama Grassland, Glasses attended a Tibetan language class in Xining. He almost understood Tenzin Living Buddha's words, and quickly translated them for Director Bai and Medo Ram.Director Bai was very happy, and he gave his father a thumbs up and said: Yes, yes, this is good, you have contributed to our gaining the trust of the local people in the Xijiegu Grassland, and I must report it to my superiors.Pointing to Medoram and glasses, he said, Comrade reporters have a spirit of sacrificing one's life, you should learn from him.Tenzin Living Buddha said that he is an auspicious person, and auspiciousness is Tashi, Tashi Dele, Tashi Dele.

Lama Tiebang said seriously to his father: You are Han Tashi, I am Zang Tashi, and we are both Tashi.It turned out that he was also called Tashi, and Living Buddha Tenzin said that his father was an auspicious person, which is equivalent to giving him a title. Whether his father is willing or not, people on the grassland will call him Han Tashi from now on. Some more words were said, and everyone left.Medoram stayed behind and whispered to his father: Let me see what medicine they gave you.My father said: My wound is bandaged. Go and see the dog. Whatever medicine is put on the dog, I will put the medicine on me.Medolam exclaimed: How can that be, you are not a dog.As he said that, he walked over and squatted in front of Gangrisenger to have a look, but he didn't see any tricks. He turned his head and saw the bottle of iodine thrown in the corner.She picked it up and said: I didn't bring much medicine, why did you throw it away?Father said in the tone of an iron rod lama: Object, object, your medicine and the lama's medicine are against.

Medoram put the iodine into the medicine box and said: I hope their medicine will work.What I am most worried about now is not the wound infection, but the infection of rabies.The father asked: What happens if you get rabies?Medolam opened her beautiful eyes and said with horror: Then she will become insane, walk on her stomach, bark at dogs, bite people, dare not drink water, and finally die of muscle atrophy and paralysis.The father said: "It's so terrible, then I will become a mad dog?"As he spoke, he widened his eyes, bared his teeth at her, and yelled loudly.Medoram screamed, turned and ran.

The monastery fell silent.Father lay flat and wanted to sleep for a while.Tiebang Lama Zang Tashi came in and put a bowl of mixed tsampa and a bowl of buttered tea on the small kang table.Father shook his head, expressing that he did not want to eat.Zang Tashi said: You must eat tsampa. The tsampa was chanted by Buddha Tenzin. If you eat it, the wound will soon grow new flesh.As he spoke, he helped his father up and watched him finish eating tsampa and drinking buttered tea. In this way, my father lived in the ancient Xijie Temple and lived with two injured Tibetan mastiffs.The big black mastiff woke up that afternoon.As soon as it woke up, it glared gloomily at Gunrisenger next to it with one eye, and bared its sharp teeth threateningly.Seeing that Gangriseng remained motionless, he turned his dark eyes and sharp white teeth to his father again.

My father was lying on the kang, and when he saw it woke up, he limped over. The big black mastiff wanted to stand up vigilantly that day, but the wounds on his left eye and stomach did not allow it to do so, so he could only hold back his strong anger and let his father approach it little by little.It felt that the speed at which its father approached it was itself part of the plot: why couldn't he just rush forward, but move slowly?It raised its big head with difficulty and stared at his father's hand with one eye to see whether he was holding a whip or a stick or a knife and a gun. These tools used by humans to subdue opponents were very familiar to it.The big black mastiff found that the opponent had nothing in his hand that day, so he was even more puzzled: How could he have nothing in his hand?Could it be that his hands could produce unexpected power without any tools?

Father came to the big black mastiff that day, squatted down and looked at it blankly, and suddenly thought of a question that the big black mastiff was thinking that day: He came to it so quickly, what did he want to do?Did he not want it to wake up?But in fact it has woken up, what should he do?It was undoubtedly a vicious dog, it bit him badly, it was the greatest threat to Gunrisenger, and the best thing for it to do was to die.Thinking so, the father looked at his hands.These hands are intact, although they don't have the strength, but it is more than enough to strangle the defenseless big black mastiff that day. The big black mastiff seemed to understand what his father was thinking that day, and gave a low bark to his hand. Father shook his hand and gritted his teeth at the same time, as if he was about to make a move, but suddenly he lost his strength and courage.The reason for lack of strength and courage is that my father found that he didn't hate it at all. My father was born to love animals, especially dogs. He couldn't take revenge on a dog like he could take revenge on a person.Father relaxed his clenched teeth, rubbed his hands, and sat on the ground. That day, the big black mastiff immediately understood the change in his father's mind. It raised its big head and lowered it heavily.As the father looked at it, a trace of tenderness unexpectedly rose in his heart, and he stretched out his hand involuntarily to the fluffy mane of the big black mastiff. That day, the big black mastiff raised its big head again and struggled to bite the hand. If it couldn't bite the hand, it tore at his father's clothes.Father ignored it.He focused all his attention on his hands, sliding them through the mane, at first gently stroking in the fur waves, and slowly turning into scratching.He kept scratching it's neck, and the place that didn't itch felt itchy, while the itchy place felt comfortable.The comfort of the neck spreads like a gushing spring, spreads to the whole body, spreads to the heart, and once the comfort enters the heart, it becomes another thing, that is goodwill.Tibetan mastiffs are the kind of animals that are easy to be attracted to. They have the savagery and ferocity of tigers and lions, but they were domesticated by humans very early, and they are willing to serve humans because they have a nervous system for receiving and expressing emotions that tigers and lions do not have. The most active part of human potential is the part that has a good impression on human beings. Unknowingly, the big head of the big black mastiff no longer twisted hard that day, and the teeth no longer tore at his father's clothes.It felt an itchy warmth rising up, a kind of sympathy from human beings when enduring pain, and suddenly realized that this person in front of him might not necessarily be a hideous conspirator that needs to be guarded against, at least at this moment, he is not I don't want to harm it in retaliation, but want to please it.It doesn't like his hands touching its fur, but it likes that such contact evolves into a kind of comfortable enjoyment and pleasing, especially the pleasing of strangers and enemies. This is the proof that it has defeated him.It put its head on its outstretched forelegs, quietly enjoying the warm caress, the uninjured eye and the severely injured eye gradually contained very complicated content: tolerating you but not necessarily accepting you , doesn't bite you but doesn't necessarily like you.It is the territorial dog of the Xijiegu Grassland, and its only loyalty is the land and people of the Xijiegu.But you, who are you? The old lama Dunga came in.The big black mastiff wagged its tail at him that day.The old lama Dunga saw that the big black mastiff had woken up that day, and was very quiet under his father's caress, so happy that he even bowed to his father.He turned around and went out, brought some dried beef lungs cut into strips, handed them to his father, and made a gesture of eating.The father picked up a cow's lung and stuffed it into his mouth.Dun Ga waved his hand, pointing to that day of the big black mastiff.Father understood that the dried beef lungs were for dogs, so he stuffed them into the dog's mouth one by one.The big black mastiff seemed to be struggling to eat that day, but he still ate greedily. The old lama Dunga went out.He is from the Xijie Ancient Temple who specially distributes food for the territorial dogs. He loves the territorial dogs just like his own children.He happily left the big black mastiff in the monastery with his father on that day, and quickly spread his thoughts to every corner of the monastery: Han Tashi, who lives in the ancient Xijie Temple, is a big-bodied and kind-hearted man who likes Tibetan mastiffs People who don't harm dogs, such people bring the incarnation of snow mountain lions to the western grasslands of Qingguo Ama, and good things are bound to happen.Moreover, Han Zhaxi actually wanted to eat dried beef lungs. The grassland people themselves never enjoyed beef lungs and sheep lungs, which are specially used for raising dogs.He wanted to eat beef lungs, which means that he was also a dog in his previous life, a big dog and a good dog, a Tibetan mastiff as majestic as a spiritual lion.Tibetan mastiffs will grow hard bones, a huge physique and a heart that is absolutely loyal to their owners after eating the lungs of cattle and sheep. This heart is like gold in a real Tibetan mastiff.At this very moment, Han Zhaxi was sitting beside the big black mastiff, and was feeding it dried beef lungs bit by bit, which meant that Han Zhaxi wanted to be friends with the big black mastiff, and wanted to be that big black mastiff. master of the day.A person who likes territorial dogs, and who does not change his love for dogs even if he bites himself, must be a person of merit. This kind of saying was spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and the entire Xijie Ancient Temple became beaming. Tiebang Lama Zang Tashi said after hearing this: He likes what Tibetans like, which shows that he has one heart with Tibetans.After finishing speaking, he walked out of the monastery and went to the tent at the foot of the mountain for alms. That night, Tiebang Lama Zang Tashi brought his father the meat he begged for: this piece is the meat from the shoulder blade of a yak, this piece is the meat from the breast of a sheep, and this piece is the meat from the hind leg of a goat. You can eat it. Ah, why don't you eat?You need to know what to eat on the prairie for nourishment. Your wounds are on your shoulders, chest, and thighs. You have to eat these things every day. After eating for seven days in a row, the muscles you grow will be stronger than the original muscles. Be strong.My father was very moved. He had already realized that if you treat the dog well, the lamas in the monastery will treat you well.He quickly said: Since what you eat is what you eat, shouldn't the big black mastiff eat the eyes of the cow and the stomach of the sheep that day?As for the bruised Gunrisenger, if it comes to life, should it eat a whole cow or a whole sheep?Zang Tashi said: Yes, yes, you are right.However, Tibetan mastiffs have seven lives, and humans only have one life. Tibetan mastiffs can live longer than humans. Tibetan mastiffs can grow good eyes without eating the eyes of a cow, and can grow a whole body without eating a whole cow. Father only ate half of the yak shoulder meat, sheep breast meat, and goat leg meat brought by Zang Tashi, and the remaining half was given to the big black mastiff that day.The big black mastiff's eyes were still full of doubts that day: what on earth are you doing?I bit you, why do you still give me meat?You are not from the Xijie Ancient Grassland, why are you so kind to me?It knew that it was human food, that the lama gave it to its father, but his father left half of it for it.A kind of honor of being respected and valued by others, a kind of pride shared with others, arises spontaneously.It relished the cooked food that it seldom ate, and felt salty, soft, and refreshing, as comfortable and numb as its father scratching its neck.It thought of its own tail, and exerted a force on the root of the tail, but finally it still didn't wag.What Quiet Tail conveyed to his father was still a deep doubt: Who are you?Why are you bringing a lion-head male mastiff to our Xijie Ancient Grassland? For five days in a row, my father and the big black mastiff could eat the tsampa that Tenzin Rinpoche had chanted, and the meat-eating yak shoulder, sheep's breast, and goat's leg meat that Tiebang Lama Tibetan Tashi begged for.Once they even ate the fresh beef shoulder, mutton breast and leg meat that were slaughtered (suffocated to death with a rope wrapped around their mouth and nose) for them on the first day of the temple. The delicious taste made my father unforgettable.With the diet and changing the dressing once a day, he and the big black mastiff recovered quickly from their injuries that day. He could walk around, and the big black mastiff was able to stand up and move forward a few steps that day. After he was able to walk around, my father often walked out of the monk's house, walked around the mani stone scripture wall like a screen wall from the right, and wandered curiously in the temple's Great Sutra Hall, Tantric Hall, Dharma Protector Temple, Twin Buddha Yabuyum Hall and other places. In the temple monastery.The lamas would smile friendlyly when they saw him, and my father would put his hands together and bow his head to them.If they meet in a narrow road, the lamas must move aside and ask the father to pass first.Father is well-behaved, the more you let him pass first, the more he will let you pass first. It is no wonder that there are so many people, the lamas all think that father is a good man.More importantly, his father worshiped the Buddha when he saw the Buddha. He worshiped the Tathagata and Padmasambhava of the Esoteric Buddhism, the God of the Great Wilderness Kunnayaka, the third Buddha and the Eight Bodhisattvas of the Sutra, and the ancestor of the Bon religion, Xin Rao Miwo. And with Wilma God of War and Twelve Danma Goddesses, this kind of worship is not available in other Han people, and people from the Xijie Ancient Working Committee never worship Buddha.The lamas feel that father is different from other Han people. Father is approachable, and all people who have a reverent attitude in front of Buddha and God are also approachable. One morning, my father was teaching the Six-Character Mantra on the steps of the Dharma Protector Temple with Tie Bang Lama Zang Tashi. Just as he pronounced the Om Mani Padmi Hum correctly, he suddenly heard a dull dog barking.Although there were many other dogs in the monastery, he immediately knew that it was the voice of the big black mastiff.He was startled, turned around and ran, running and running, actually not running, but limping, just running hard in his heart.He stumbled around the mani stone scripture wall and ran into the monk's house. The situation in front of him completely confirmed his guess: Gangriseng woke up, and it suddenly woke up after five days of unconsciousness. The cry of the big black mastiff that day was aimed at Gangriseng who suddenly woke up: Aren't you dead? Why are you alive again?It stood beside the opened-eyed Gangriseng and screamed angrily, but it just screamed, and did not point its sharp teeth at the defenseless Gangriseng, after all, they belonged to the same ancestor Tibetan mastiffs, they have been together for so many days.What's more, the big black mastiff realized that day that the Tibetan mastiff whom he had resolutely hated and had repeatedly bitten, the intruder who intruded into his territory in a daze was a young and handsome lion-headed male mastiff. , and the big black mastiff that day was a female mastiff, a lion head female mastiff who was in her youth and was about to go into heat. At this time Zang Tashi followed in, seeing Gangriseng's eyes flickering, he let out a cry of surprise, turned around and left. Zang Tashi called Tenzin Living Buddha, the abbot of Xijie Ancient Temple, Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, and Dunga, an old lama.Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, bent down to Tenzin Living Buddha and said: Holy Buddha, you are right, it is the reincarnation of the Animaqing snow mountain lion, and the great mountain god protects it, so it cannot die.Tenzin Living Buddha said: You have cured an incarnation of a snow-capped lion, and your thirty-ninth level of merit has been recorded in the handprints of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Bless you, Gayutuo.Gayutuo said: No, Lord Buddha, it is not my merits, but the merits of Xijie Ancient Temple. It should be our bright Xijie Ancient Temple that needs to be blessed. Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, leaned down, carefully inspected Gangriseng's injury and eyes, stood up suddenly and said: Its blood has been drained, and it needs to replenish the best blood now, otherwise it will faint.Zang Tashi asked: What blood is the best, I will find it right away.Ga Yutuo said: The best blood is not the blood of cattle and sheep, but the blood of Tibetan Mastiff and human. You don't need to look for it, you can quickly get a clean wooden basin.The father did not expect that Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, would release his own blood to save the dog's life.He took out a golden vase the size of a thumb from the bulging leopard skin medicine pouch, put a drop of the medicine on his wrist, and after disinfection, he took out a six-inch long scalpel shaped like a sparrow feather , cut the vein of his left wrist.Blood splashed into the clean tub. After almost half a bowl had flowed, Tenzin Tulku grabbed Gayutuo's left wrist and stretched out his arm.Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor, said: Lord Buddha, your blood is holy blood. Even a single drop of your blood can bring the lion back to life in the snow mountain.As he spoke, he sterilized Tenzin Tulku's wrist with the potion in the vase, and scratched it lightly with a knife.The blood gushed out, and it was so bright red that the whole monk's house was red. Then there is Zang Tashi's blood.Then came the blood of the old Lama Dunga. Finally, my father walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and put his arm in front of Gayutuo, a Tibetan doctor.Ga Yutuo shook his head and said: No, no, you were also injured and bled, and you need blood too.Zang Tashi translated: The Medicine King Lama said Han Tashi, forget it, but the Snow Mountain Lion told us with its bright eyes that it does not need your blood.Father said: why?Is the blood of the Han people different from that of the Tibetans? Zang Tashi translated his father's words.Tenzin Living Buddha said: As long as the hearts of people are the same, the blood is the same. The only difference is the blood of evil people and good people.He also said to Ga Yutuo: You can fulfill his good intentions. Let less blood be shed. The kindness of a drop of blood is the same as that of a bowl of blood. Father's blood flowed into the tub.In the tub were the blood of four Tibetan monks and a Han layman. They were mixed together, and they were about to flow into Gangriseng's thirsty throat.Gangrisenger knew why it was injected with blood, and also knew the importance of blood and saw the source of blood, so he wanted to wag his tail gratefully.But it was so weak that it couldn't shake it, so it could only open its eyes and look at them so affectionately, and tears came out.Gangrisenger turned all the liquid remaining in his body into tears, which flowed one after another.The tears moved the people present, and my father's eyes couldn't help getting wet. The big black mastiff, who had been standing on the sidelines, looked at Gangriseng's tears and his father's tears that day, and lay down quietly.There is a force that is moving it strongly, causing its tail to suddenly have an impulse against its will: it rises, slowly rises, and wags, wagging again and again, as if the tail is going to replace the tail. It expresses the gratitude of the entire mastiff world.It looked back at the tail with one eye, and seemed to wonder even to itself, how could its tail be like this?What about the principle of territorial dogs?As a Tibetan Mastiff must have the sacred roar and threat to invaders?How could he wipe his tail clean in the blink of an eye?The big black mastiff suddenly became very depressed that day, because it knew better than anyone else that the tail is a tool to express emotions, and the tail of the Tibetan mastiff is the externalization of the inner world of the Tibetan mastiff.Its heart has changed, it is no longer the heart of a killer as hard as iron, nor the heart of hatred as sharp as a cone. After the blood was poured, Gangriseng's dressing was changed again.Gangrisenge endured the pain and let the Tibetan doctor Gayutuo sprinkle all kinds of medicinal powders all over his body that stimulated the wound like knives.Two hours later, with the help of his father, he drank a pot of treasure soup, which was beef bone soup made from crystal clear holy water from snow mountains, fringe stones from hot springs and saffron from deep mountains.What the big black mastiff ate that day was not only beef bone soup, but also the eyes of cattle and the ribs of sheep brought by Zang Tashi.