Rotating the mountain or surrounding the lake is a unique way of worship, a special resistance, living on the roof of the world. It is a natural worship belief that all things have spirits, and it is a manifestation of the same line as the original Tibetan religious concept. Conventional movements can be divided into two types. The first is the most common one, hiking, and there is a more pious way. Putting a wooden board on both sides, holding it over your head, then holding it in front of your chest, throwing your whole body, touching the ground on your forehead, and throwing your body into the ground. Use your own body to measure the circumference of the sacred mountain and holy lake little by little. Every time you circle, you will eliminate sins and accumulate merits. If you die on the road around the lake, it will be a kind of fortune.

The actions of the Iron Bar Lama are not like circling the lake, but remind me of the Northeastern God of Dance. When I was in the Inner Mongolia lineup, I saw all the things that the witch and the shaman were doing. Is he performing a ceremony to exorcise evil spirits? But what kind of evil demons will be there in the holy land? Thinking of this, I quickly walked forward.

The iron rod lama also recognized me, stopped his strange movements, and walked over to meet me. After leaving for more than ten years, the lama seemed to have no change, but her clothes were even more ragged. When I told the lama about the current situation of my two comrades, the lama was also deeply moved: "If the person who bumped into the tomb of the demons is alive, it is already the Buddha who has given me a grace. I hope that in my lifetime, I can accumulate more merits by the lake and pray for them."

Lama has never left Ramlacuo for years. Every day, he recites scriptures around the lake and relies on the believers who come to worship on the lakeside to give charity. In fact, those pilgrims who worship along the way also accept charity on the road, and giving to the saints is also a accumulation of merit.

I asked what the lama was doing just now. The iron rod lama talked about the process. It turned out that the lama was divining at the Medicine King Bodhisattva because there were two poachers from the mainland who were hunting in Nagusje nearby. However, these two people were novices. After waiting for five days, they did not see any decent animals. Finally, they finally saw a small beast that they had never seen before. They immediately shot and shot it, and took it fresh, peeled it and cooked it.

After the two poachers finished eating, their stomachs were so painful that they rolled all over the ground. When Tibetans found out, they were already foaming at the mouth. There were no hospitals or temples here. The pharmacist lama in the Tibetan temple was responsible for treating the people. Although the Iron Rod Lama was a guardian, she also served as a pharmacist lama when she was young. She often treated the Tibetans and pilgrims on the lakeside to eliminate disasters, so the Tibetans came to ask the Iron Rod Lama to save people.

The iron rod lama heard that it was poaching, so he didn't want to worry about it, but Buddhism is very compassionate and the people who die to the forefront cannot help but save them. So he agreed and ordered Tibetans to bring the two poachers and recite "Ganzhuer" to pray to the Medicine King Bodhisattva for a way to save people.

As we were talking, six Tibetans had carried two poachers over. The lama ordered people to put them flat on the ground. They saw that the two men were as angry as gold paper, and they were as angry as a frothy stream, and their stomachs were swollen. In my opinion, this symptom is not very strange. Logically speaking, eating unclean things or vicious food poisoning may have this reaction. It is very dangerous. They must be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment immediately. I wonder if the iron rod lama can save them with a few Tibetan medicines.

The lama looked at the patient's symptoms and immediately frowned and said to several local Tibetans: "One of them ate too much and is no longer saved. The other one is still there. You can go to the holy lake to find some rotten white scales of dead fish."

The Tibetans immediately went to the lake to search separately according to the instructions of the lama. One of the two poachers, the foam flowing out of their mouths had turned purple and red. After a while, they stopped breathing. The lama quickly asked Wangdui and I to help him pry open the other person's teeth and swallowed them with two Tibetan medicine and water. The man was in a daze and barely took half of it.

This Tibetan medicine has the effect of suffocating life. After taking it, it immediately vomited a lot of black water. The poacher who was dead still had a stomachache, but had recovered his consciousness. The lama asked him what he had taken?

The poacher said that he and his dead companion had heard in the mainland that he could make a lot of money when he heard that he could sell his skin in Tibet and wanted to make a fortune. However, neither of them had the experience of hunting. There were many animals in the no-man's land and they did not dare to go in rashly, so they had to wander around the forest under the snow-capped mountains, trying to try their luck, even if they were hiding the horse bears.

I walked on the edge of the forest for five days and couldn't get anything. I ate all the dry food I carried first, so I had to prepare to roll my luggage and go home. Unexpectedly, I saw a big black bobcat, not much smaller than the goat, I looked very ugly and fearless, so I mistakenly thought it was a leopard at first. The two of them used their sharp firearms to shoot the black bobcat to death on the spot. They were so hungry that they couldn't bear whether the cat meat was delicious. They peeled it randomly and boiled half of them in a pot of water. The fibers of the meat were very thick and they couldn't cook it anyway. They just ate it half-baked.

The poacher burst into tears and claimed that although his brothers had evil thoughts and wanted to poach and make money, they had not hit anything except this bobcat. If the lama pharmacist was asked to show his compassion and save their lives, he would definitely reform himself in the future. He said intermittently, and the pain in his abdomen was severe again, and he immediately died.

I remember hearing a Tibetan legend in Kunlun Mountain. That huge black bobcat is not a cat, but a demon transformed by the new dead. Of course, it cannot be eaten. I asked the lama what to do, is this person still saved?

The Lama said: "They probably ate snow mountain muskrats. That kind of animal can be eaten, but they ate it too early. Tibetans are never the animals slaughtered on the same day, because the souls of those animals have not completely separated from their bodies. Once they eat it, it will be difficult to deal with it. I used to serve the Buddha and learned some secret recipes. As for whether it works, it depends on their luck."

The Tibetans who went to the lake to find rotten fish scales came back one after another, and found a large handful of fish scales. The iron rod lama surrounded the fish scales by the sick, and found a piece of rat-repelling sparrow wood to burn it into carbon, mixed with rotten and smelly fish scales, and gave the poacher to eat it.

After this series of strange actions, the poacher began to vomit again, and the vomiting became even more intense, and he vomited everything in his stomach. Finally, until he vomited in clear water, the lama took Tibetan medicine to stop vomiting.

The lama looked at the filth he vomited and said that this man's fortune was saved, but he could not eat meat in this life. He would vomit even more as soon as he ate meat. I leaned over and looked at it, and saw something squirting in the pile of vomit. When I looked closely, it was covered with bunch of hairless mice.

The poacher knelt down and thanked the Lama for helping him, and asked him if he could bury his dead companion by the lake. The Lama said it was absolutely not possible. Tibetans believed that only sinners would be buried in the soil. The soul buried in the soil would never be liberated. When the sun was sunny during the day, the soul in the soil would feel like being boiled in a hot pot. When the moonlight shone at night, it would feel like falling into an ice cave and shivering unbearable. If it rained, it would feel like thousands of arrows piercing the heart. When the wind blows, it would feel like being cut by thousands of steel knives. It would be painful. On the mountain not far from the lake, there are eighteen sky burial platforms. Put the corpse there and let his soul be liberated.

Poachers are reluctant to do this. After all, the difference is too great from the mainland. The Lama explained that in Tibet, all methods of handling corpses, except for burial, are popular. However, because there is a lack of fuel for cremation, the corpses are usually carried onto the sky burial platform on the top of the mountain, and then chop them up and throw them to birds and animals to share (the Zoroastrian Church in Persia is also quite similar). If the deceased dies due to some dangerous contact infectious disease, burial is also a common practice.

Generally speaking, Tibetans oppose burial because they believe that burial will disturb the dead and even the corpse will turn into zombies. If cremation is used or other five major methods to quickly eliminate the corpse, these hidden dangers can be avoided. If they insist on burying them here, the locals will feel uneasy.

The poacher was finally convinced by the lama. Even if he was following the customs, with the help of several Tibetans, he carried his companion's body to go to the sky burial platform on the top of the mountain. I saw that his duffel bag was slightly longer than the ordinary one, and it must have weapons and ammunition inside. We have not yet equipped our weapons to Tibet this time. Of course, we will not miss the chance now, so we stopped him and wanted to discuss with him to buy it.

The poacher told me that these two guns were purchased from the poachers in Qinghai. After dealing with his companion's bodies, he returned to his hometown to live a peaceful life. It was useless to keep a gun. Since you are a friend of the Iron Rod Lama, I will give this gun to you as a thank you for your life-saving grace.

I looked at the two guns in my bag. They turned out to be shotguns, thunder lights, relatively old models, 870 12mm caliber, police car equipment version, products from the 1950s, but they were well maintained. No wonder the muskrats, such flexible animals, were killed by the gun, and there were more than 70 bullets, respectively, which were loaded in two single-shoulder bullet bags. This kind of gun was amazing in 15 meters, but it seemed that it was not suitable to use it for hunting. Attacking long-range targets is better with assault rifles. A type of weapon with a relatively long range is better. The shotgun can be used to defend against melee combat. In the end, I stuffed his money. I stayed the gun, bullets, including the packaged duffel bag.

After these idle people dispersed, I explained my purpose to the Lama, wanting to find the ancient tomb of the evil god of the Demon Kingdom, ask Lama Ak to find a singer and guide who is familiar with the history of the Demon Kingdom and the Ridge Kingdom for our expedition team.
Chapter completed!