In May 1999, Labden Temple in Ningzhi District, Tibet.

Three kilometers away from the temple, many armed policemen with guns and ammunition guarded the temple, forming a blockade line. Tens of thousands of Tibetans fell to the ground outside the blockade line, and kept giving gifts to the temple. The faces of men, women, young and old were filled with excitement and pious expressions. They kept chanting scriptures, forming a loud voice.

Many Tibetans from all directions rushed over from all directions and merged into the torrent of prayer and prayer. Many fully armed policemen were scattered everywhere to maintain order and guide the crowd. Sometimes, several foreign journalists came to take photos, and were polite and resolutely persuaded away by the responsible police.

Jia Chengbang, deputy secretary of the Cangning County Party Committee, secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee, and commander-in-chief of the on-site, looked at the more and more people, and felt helpless in his heart.

Rabden Temple was originally just an inconspicuous small temple. However, since the great Tibetan master of Tibetan areas and the Great Living Buddha of Kangji Gyatso, the Golden Dharma King, was stationed in Sisi, a colorful cloud of light appeared above Rabden Temple. It was originally just a small piece, but it was growing day by day. Now, it has already covered the entire temple. The abnormality on the top of the temple made Tibetans who had originally gathered to worship the Dharma King even more ecstatic. The dance was admiring. When the news spread, the crowds in front of the temple gathered more and more. There were afraid that there would be tens of thousands of people in front of them. Jia Chengbang thought to himself: If these Tibetans suddenly received some encouragement, learn the style of the mainland star-chasing tribe, and force themselves to enter the temple to seek the Dharma King's initiation and blessing, the police force in his hands is really a drop in the bucket, and they will disappear as soon as they are flooded in the crowd.

Fortunately, these Tibetans who came to pilgrimage were extremely pious. After the orders issued by King Kangji Gyatso that they could only worship three kilometers away from the temple, none of them dared to approach this range, and even retreated far away for a long distance, which made Jia Chengbang breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, what made him most strange was that in the past, such news generally required large-scale early warning arrangements to prevent accidents. This time, local military and police were dispatched to maintain order, prevent criminals from inciting them, and try to prevent foreign media reports. They just let everything go, and even asked himself to obey the command of the Dafa King Kangyi Gyatso when there was an emergency. This made him a little puzzled.

However, he looked back at the abnormality of the temple and felt a little relieved. After all, such a situation can only be described as "miracle". The rays of light are circulating and extremely holy. Perhaps the superiors also felt that such "miracles" could not be stolen, so they issued such an order.

Just as he was secretly glad to watch the Tibetans attending the courtesy under the guidance of the military and police, suddenly the rays of light above Rabden Temple were suddenly mutated and mutated.

I saw that the originally warm and peaceful colorful rays suddenly flowed rapidly, and the light was so bright that it was so bright that it was so bright that it was so bright that it was so bright that it was as bright as the sun. However, the sun was mixed with colors, illuminating half of the sky. This scene was not as good as the world. Not to mention that the Tibetans originally worshipped them piously, even the military and police who maintained order were stunned, and many of them knelt down unconsciously.

The rays of light flowed more and more quickly, and suddenly a few lines of rays shot straight into the temple. There was also a sound of chanting scriptures in the temple at this time. The sound seemed not loud at first, but everyone could hear it clearly. It was the six-character mantra that everyone in the Tibetan area was familiar with. The six-character mantra, namely "Bao Mimi Cool", seemed simple, but it was the foundation of all sounds in the world. Sincerely chanting, there was an incredible magical effect. As the mantras in the temple were heard, a faint golden light rose with the sound of chanting, quietly covering the entire Rabden Temple. The rays of light hit the golden light on the top of the temple. It was clear that the wind and clouds were clear, but there was a loud noise like a thunderbolt, which shocked many people and screamed in shock.

The several rays of rays of rays and the golden light of the temple were dispersed at once. Since the clouds of rays, several rays of rays were about to fall. The casting was faster and faster, and the sound was louder and louder. The chanting of the scriptures in the temple was calm and peaceful, not high, but it was like a small boat in the wind and waves. No matter how thunder rumbling, it could not be covered up.

The battle between Xiacai and Golden Light became more and more urgent, and the shock was about to come out from the surroundings of the temple. The strong wind suddenly rose, sand and dust rolled, making everyone fall from the corners of the world. Countless people shouted loudly, but the sound of truth and thunder filled the whole world. No one could hear what they were shouting clearly, but the mud and sand were slamming all over the face. The military and police who originally maintained order were also unable to take care of themselves. For a moment, the situation was extremely chaotic, just like the sinking of the heaven and earth.

A muted call suddenly came from the Rabden Temple: "Calm your mind and cleanse your thoughts, and recite the six-character mantra with us!" Many intelligent people outside heard the sound and knew the meaning, and staggered and chanted themselves. More and more people added in. Thousands of voices gathered into one sound, and the power of the strong wind gradually weakened. As most people began to recite the mantra in peace, the words in their mouths seemed to turn into tangible and qualitative light golden talisman seals, which continued to merge into the golden light of the temple. Although the thunder still shook, it had no effect on everyone.

Jia Chengbang finally calmed down. Seeing that the military and police were chanting each other, he did not dare to call for command. He just secretly complained in his heart: "God bless you, don't make any trouble at this time. In another three months, my date for aid to Tibet will be over!"

"Director Liu, your time limit for aiding Tibet is coming soon, right?" The driver was driving the car and talking nonsense in a shaking cheetah off-road vehicle.

"Well, there are three months left." The back seat of the cheetah was a young man with thick eyebrows and a high nose bridge. He looked quite like a handsome mixed-race man. But at this time, his eyes were closed, his lips were tightly pursed, and his face looked a little pale.

Liu Chenlong said, resisting the uproar in his stomach, and opened his eyes to see the smoke and dust rolling outside the window, and shook his head secretly.

It was three months after he came to Tibet, but he was still not used to the climate in Tibet. Now he understood why when he was selecting cadres to aid Tibet, those colleagues with a little background at home were afraid of it. The leaders who were originally lukewarm to him kept recommending him. Indeed, if we only look at the speed of the transfer, supporting Tibet could definitely be regarded as a shortcut to becoming an official. After all, there were only one or two college students who joined the Municipal Youth League Committee at the same time, and now there were only one or two people who were promoted to the deputy subjects, and he still had a strong background. However, he had become the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau at the level of the section when he turned 27 this year. If he did not come to aid Tibet, such a good thing would never be his turn.

But the price he paid was also heavy, and he used to be the best fit that was comparable to that of an athlete. In the past, he ate well and slept soundly, but now he had a lot of intestinal diseases such as the one he had joked with several cadres who aided Tibet two days ago. Now he is a typical "heartless heart and dogs rotten stomach". Moreover, due to long-term lack of oxygen, people are dizzy all day long, otherwise they would not have been so uncomfortable if they had to drive more than ten hours.

People say that the status of cadres who aided Tibet can be described as three "not knowing", one is that they don't know whether they have enough food; the other is that they don't know whether they are asleep; the third is that they don't know whether they are sick; now Liu Chenlong has experienced it personally.

But he didn't regret it. After all, when he signed up, he considered that he was a child who grew up eating 100 grains and had no background. If he didn't follow this path, he didn't know when he would have a better platform to realize his ambitions. Speaking of which, he was just a little annoyed. Why did this body that he had fallen from childhood become so delicate when he arrived in Tibet? Is it really impossible for humans to fight against the sky?

"Ha, my buddy is fucking betting on tomorrow with youth!" Liu Chenlong hummed with a self-deprecating look, and closed his eyes again.

Although he wanted to sleep, the driver tweeted again: "Director Liu, I heard that the Rabden Temple has been making a big fuss recently. You shouldn't go to this matter, why did you get it?" After he followed his leader to Beijing several times, he deliberately wanted to curl his tongue when he came back and talked, which sounded really awkward. And although he was regretful, Liu Chenlong could hear that his tone was really a bit gloating.

However, although Liu Chenlong was unhappy, he dared not ignore the driver. This cheetah was not his mount. Although Luoming County, where he was on duty, was not too poor in Tibet, it was just a cheetah off-road vehicle, which was donated by the co-construction unit in the mainland. Usually, the county party secretary and the county magistrate would sit in the countryside, and no one else could move, which made this little master Chen extremely arrogant. It is said that after several drunken times, he kept shouting that he was the third place in the county. If the leaders hadn't been in a hurry to move the disaster down this time, and other cars could not run away from this section of the sandy road, he would not have been on his way to enjoy this.

However, this time the enjoyment can be said to be at risk of his life. He also heard about the Rakaden Temple. The more he spread, the more mysterious it became. It was almost said that there were hundreds of thousands of people going to riots, and tens of thousands of people died. However, a few days ago, the Great Dharma King of Tsangyang Gyatso directly asked for the materials he wanted to get through the leaders of the regional administration. Can he not send them over? However, it would be fine if those big leaders didn't go, but even Director Wang of the Public Security Bureau, who should have been in charge of this matter, and he smiled and insisted that this matter must be correct. He usually has the household registration of the Public Security Bureau. The Civil Security Bureau is just in charge of a census. That guy Xiao Wang is really too unkind and righteous.

However, Liu Chenlong had already thought about it, his arms could not twist his thighs. Who told him that he would be more serious than Xiao Wang, a good uncle who is the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee in the mainland? At that time, he saw the leaders trying hard to pretend to be reserved but inadvertently showed complacent eyes. He felt very disdainful and went there. Could it be that I really died there?!

Liu Chenlong thought so, but smiled loudly on his face: "What is the need for the organization? The leader has the consideration of the leader. Communists just go wherever they need it!"

Liu Chenlong looked at Xiao Chen and sneered, deliberately making an official voice: "Xiao Chen, have you responded to the call of the organization and taken risks with me. You are also very enlightened!"

Xiao Chen couldn't help frowning. He felt that Liu Chenlong was a little ungrateful. When the other directors saw him, no one was smiling and looking forward to him saying a few good words in front of the two bosses. Just Director Liu was ashamed of an intellectual airs and looked at the two bosses with such a humble and arrogant look. He really looked like he deserved to take the blame. He sneered in his heart: "Send you to death? Hehe, then you can play by yourself!"

However, he had to ignore Liu Chenlong. In Tibet, the road conditions are not like those in the mainland. It is normal to walk hundreds of miles to see a person. A room is a normal thing, so the driver has to keep talking along the way, otherwise without reference objects, it is easy to cause visual fatigue. If you accidentally drive to the bottom of the cliff, it will be really a pity that you will die before you can get out of the way.

Therefore, although Xiao Chen felt that Liu Chenlong was very bad, he still took over the conversation. He just changed the topic and started talking about the news about Lakaden Temple. He added a few more of his own tone to the various legends circulating in the Tibetan area, and said that Labden Temple was simply the Shura battlefield and the hell on earth. Liu Chenlong shook his head when he heard it.

In such a conversation between the two of them, which was not technical, the cheetah off-road vehicle with license plate No. 0001 was swaying in the sand all over the sky, slowly approaching the Rabden Temple under the glow of the sunset.

The clouds on the top of Rabden Temple gradually stopped rotating and no longer shot out the rays of sharp arrows. The thunder stopped, and the clouds began to be bright and secretly motivated, bringing the radius of Rakden Temple. As the clouds alternated, a hot and a cold one.

A strange pressure spread in everyone's hearts. Everyone stopped chanting almost at the same time and stared at the cloud of shiny colors. Although the cloud of shiny colors did not take any action to the temple, for some reason, everyone knew in their hearts that the cloud of shiny colors had not been defeated, it was just accumulating greater strength.

The chanting of the sutras in Rakaden Temple gradually stopped, and then a calm and majestic voice rang out the audience: "The holy Namcho Lake is evidenced by me, Kangji Gyatso, in the name of the King of Kinzo, blessed the 41,371 people present today, and the demons are not invaded, and peace and joy!"

All the pilgrims forgot the still-swelling shiny colors, and were happy and praised them. They began to kowtow to their heads. Some were so excited that they burst into tears. Being blessed by the Great Dharma King was the most honorable thing on the Tibetan Plateau. Moreover, these pilgrims had just witnessed the earth-shaking miracle and believed that it was the power of the Great Dharma King. In their hearts, the Great Dharma King was the incarnation of the gods, so naturally they would not worry that the Great Dharma King would not be able to deal with the clouds of dark colors.

Jia Chengbang saw many military and police kneeling down, but he didn't want to stop him. The shock that scene just now gave him was unimaginable. Suddenly a thought came to his heart, and he couldn't help but feel scared in a cold sweat: "Forty-one, three hundred and seventy-one groups? Could it be that the Great Dharma King really has such supernatural powers?"

The voice of the Dharma King sounded again: "Gesar's descendants, today's cause and condition has been completed. Let's go back with my blessings. If you stay here, you will be hated by the gods!"

The Tibetans worshipped Ruolun's voice to the Dharma King, and kowtowed three more long-bodied heads on the ground. Although they all looked back at Labden Temple and the Xiacai, they were reluctant to leave, but they also began to disperse as they said. Jia Chengbang has always been capable and immediately commanded the military and police to evacuate the crowd. He was in order for a moment.

In the middle of the Rabden Temple, Kangji Jiacuo, wearing a big red robe, was sitting cross-legged with white beard and chest, but his face was tender and smooth, just like a newborn baby. A young lama in his forties stood by his side, looking anxious. Behind him were two masters, one of whom was wearing a golden robe, looking like a teenager. In front of the Dharma King, four masters wearing a big red robe were sitting opposite each other, holding a prayer wheel, but they were as if they were watered from head to toe, and sweat dripping down along their body.

The four masters put away the prayer wheels and stood up: "We are shallow in our roots and practices, and we are really ashamed to have failed to help the Dharma King through this calamity!"

King Gyatso Krakami also stood up and bowed to the four lamas in front of him: "The four masters of the Chengjue Sect of Labor, Gyatso Krakami is really uneasy! Please ask the four masters to enter the hall first to rest."

The four masters bowed silently and left one after another.

The Dharma King turned his head and saluted to the two masters who were sitting cross-sidingly: "The Panchen Lama has not yet recovered his wisdom, and Junior Brother Boli is approaching perfection. This time, it is all due to the burden of Kangji Gyatso. Kangji Gyatso feels guilty!"

The two masters looked at each other and stood up. The Panchen Lama nodded and said, "In order to save sentient beings, the Dharma King was willing to sacrifice his body to become a Buddha. Compared with this mind, it is true that Ji Jianji Psychology has lost his Taoism for only a few decades. What is it? He has not been reincarnated for a long time, and his appearance is like a 14-year-old boy, but when he speaks, he is calm and peaceful, just like an old man who sees through the world.

Bo Li sighed: "Senior Brother, I'm afraid I'm not able to turn the world back now, so what are you going to do?"

But Garcia Kuraki seemed to have made a decision and smiled and said, "Now that method is the only way to do it!"

The lama standing beside him didn't dare to interrupt, but when he heard this, he became anxious and called out, "Master, how can this work?"

Krakichi Gyatso shook his head gently and smiled silently.

Bo Li pondered slightly: "Senior Brother, one catastrophe is born and one catastrophe is destroyed. Even if the universe is really annihilated and the world is reopening, it is also a disaster. We have done our best. Why don't senior brother obey the fate?"

Kangji Jiacuo concentrated his mind, but the Panchen Lama on the side said, "Your heart is the Tathagata, but the Dharma King acts with a little compassion, so why isn't it just to obey the will of heaven!"

Kangji Jiacuo looked at the Panchen Lama and laughed: "But with the word "mercy", why should you be afraid of life and death with a smile? Or is the Venerable knowing me!"

After laughing, he suddenly sighed: "Actually, what I worry most at this moment is that even if I delay for three days, I will not be able to find the person who responds to the disaster! That's really..." Yan shook his head.

The lama interjected and said, "Master, there is news in Luoming County just now. According to the conditions you proposed, more than 50 people have been found. The list and items will be sent here soon!"

"That's good," Kurachi Gyatso raised his head and nodded slightly: "I hope it won't be too late!"
Chapter completed!