Chapter 171 Morigen Living Buddha

Yun Zhao’s ideal is very grand.

Because this is not his own ideal, but the common wish of many people.

Moreover, these people are doing their best to realize their ideals.

Sun Guoxin sat next to the pile of mani, under the blue sky, the colorful prayer flags were whistled by the wind.

Writing scriptures with tsampa on stones will leave a line of white scriptures. However, such scriptures cannot withstand the wind and sun, and a rain or a wind can blow the scriptures away.

Sun Guoxin didn't care. The scriptures he wrote on the stones were his intentions. The rain could wash away the traces left by tsampa, but the scriptures would enter the earth with the rain, which would make the grassroots buried deep in the soil sprout more vigorously next year.

The wind can take away tsampa, but the scriptures will mingle into the wind and go to farther places with the wind, bringing blessings to people from afar.

Therefore, what Sun Guoxin wrote is not scripture, but his thoughts...

Under the blue sky and white clouds, a lama wearing a hidden red monk's robe, colorful prayer flags, blooming Gesang flowers, green grass, and goshawks flying high in the sky, white sheep on the grass, brown cows... so beautiful.

A clear spring gurgled out of the grass, the water was clear, like rolling jade juice. A pair of dark and clean hands cut a piece of jade juice from the clear spring, hurriedly ran to Sun Guoxin, and poured the handful of clear water into his bowl.

Then, the old shepherd with disheveled head and face turned to the face of Sun Guoxin.

Sun Guoxin leaned out and stroked his head and said, "You are a blessed person."

The old shepherd sobbed in silence, kissed Sun Guoxin's toes, and then turned around and left Mani Dui.

At this moment, the young lama was still staring at the old shepherd for a long time, with warm and compassionate eyes.

"I will free you from your misery. I will recite the scriptures here for forty-nine days. I will let the princes here relieve your sufferings. I will make the jackals here be kind.

I Buddha is merciful..."

There is only one lama in red under the sky!

He made a great vow to survive forty-nine days alone in the wilderness, and to recite scriptures for the people on this land forty-nine days, if he could fulfill this ambition.

The prince on the grassland is willing to forgive the sinful shepherds...

Sun Guoxin, who was sitting next to the pile of mani, watched the sunset set, watched the bright moon rise, and slowly closed his eyes.

Four dark yellow spots of light slowly approached Sun Guoxin.

Sun Guoxin opened his eyes with a smile, and a light yellow little wolf jumped into his arms, and there was also a tall female wolf lying quietly beside him.

Sun Guoxin took out a bag from under the female wolf's belly and opened it, and a smell of milk came to his nose.

The little wolf immediately jumped out of his arms and leaned his head to wait for Sun Guoxin to feed it.

The bag was filled with milk balls. Sun Guoxin, who hadn't eaten for a day, threw two into his mouth. Seeing the little wolf's eyes, he fed one into his mouth.

"It is natural that you won't be able to eat for forty-nine days, suck the wind and drink the dew."

After eating a lot of milk, Sun Guoxin no longer looked listless. Under the care of the two wolves, he wrapped his robes tightly and fell asleep.

At dawn, the sun rose from the horizon again. Sun Guoxin smiled slightly, sat cross-legged and faced the sun and started another morning class for the day.

As for the two wolves, they have long disappeared.

After the morning class, Sun Guoxin came to the edge of the spring and began to wash carefully.

He washed up very slowly and carefully. Even though he had been sleeping in the open for forty-nine days, he was still handsome and charming.

Today he was going to see someone, so he used a razor to scrape his head again. It was not until the bright light was shining that he stopped satisfied, leaned over and looked at the reflection in the water, and smiled slightly.

So he reorganized his robes, stood in the spring water and looked down at the nearly transparent fish about an inch long in the water playing in the water.

The process of practicing Taoism is extremely boring, so he developed a way to observe subtle things to relieve loneliness.

Three horse heads appeared on the grassland, and three princes wearing golden crowns galloped from the direction of the sun.

Sun Guoxin still looked down at the little fish in the water.

"Master, why bother to damage your practice for some sinners?"

One of the older Mongolian princes sighed and said, "We will die sooner or later. The Han people do not allow us to surrender to Jianzhou, and Jianzhou does not allow us to surrender to Han people."

No matter who we surrender, our final fate will be death.

Those sinners think that they can survive by surrendering to one side, but they don’t know that no matter who they surrender, we must rush to the forefront.

In the near future, the living Buddha will see the Mongols appear in the army of Han and Jianzhou people, fighting to the death with their compatriots. They sacrificed their lives in vain, but did not know why.

Living Buddha, if your compassion and wisdom can resolve this contradiction, please tell me Soglaqin, we will build a golden temple to worship you forever, so that your voice can resound throughout the grassland, and we all follow it.”

Sun Guoxin continued to look down at the swimming fish in the water and sighed: "Look, how happy the fish in the water are? They don't know that this spring will dry up in winter.

The further one thinks, the more painful it becomes.

Your pain lies in the fact that you want to keep what you have and want to get more... This is the source of your pain.

There are abundant grass and trees here, and there are many water sources. Cattle and sheep can reproduce here, and you can live a rich life... Unfortunately, this grassland is like a stream of small fish to you.

If a small fish wants to grow into a giant fish, a stream is not enough, it needs the sea."

The Mongolian prince continued to caress his chest and said, "Please tell me where is the Mongol sea?"

Sun Guoxin raised his head and showed a sunny smile, and said softly: "Your sea is in your heart."

The young Wang Gongdao: "In my heart?"

Sun Guoxin nodded and said, "In your heart, you are unwilling to give up this pasture, then this pasture will become your shackles. You have been rich for too long and have long forgotten that a shepherd should have been born after chasing water and grass.

The grassland belongs to cattle and sheep, but not to you. Even cattle and sheep are just passers-by to every green grass here.

Remember, follow your heart and remember your ancestors.”

After Sun Guoxin finished speaking, he picked up his bowl and walked step by step towards the direction of the three Mongolian princes.

On the horizon, countless horse heads appeared. Those who were supposed to be packed into wooden boxes and abandoned on the grassland have now regained their freedom. They got off the horse and stood on the grass. When Sun Guoxin walked to their side, these herdsmen crawled on the ground and kissed his footprints affectionately.

"Ao"

A wolf howl came from a distance, and on the sand dunes in the distance, two wolves, one big and one small.

Sun Guoxin stopped, waved his hands at the two wolves, and did not look at the herdsmen crawling on the ground, and walked towards the team that had been waiting for him for a long time and got into the carriage.

"Old Sun, you still didn't tell these kings to surrender to me, Lantian, right?"

A young lama in red could not wait to say that when Sun Guoxin got into the carriage.

Sun Guoxin lay on the soft cushion and moaned. He could even hear his spine clattering. When his body felt completely comfortable, he slowly said, "What's the hurry?"

The young lama said, "How can you not be anxious? Gao Jie was crazy and summoned the soldiers of Lantian City to fight to the death with Jiannu."

Sun Guoxin said lightly: "That's Gao Jie's business. We will only show our merits ten years later. We cannot be anxious."

"Are we just walking aimlessly now?"

Sun Guoxin looked at the young lama and said, "Zhang Xinliang, since you have become a lama, you should become a real lama. We are practicing, walking all over the grassland, visiting every shepherd, passing the voice of Buddha to them, and allowing them to be liberated.

It is our job to measure the earth with our feet and our obligation as lamas.”

Zhang Xinliang touched his bald head and said unwillingly: "I don't plan to be a lama for the rest of my life, and I'm still planning to get married and have children."

Sun Guoxin smiled and said, "Believe me, when you truly enter the Tao, you will find that exploring the unknown, quietness and silence are the Pure Land, and your wife and children are just passing clouds and mists, and a waste of time."

Zhang Xinliang shook his head repeatedly and said, "I still think it's better to get married and have children."

Sun Guoxin showed his white teeth and laughed: "I thought so at the beginning, and now, I am a happy big lama."

When Zhang Xinliang heard this, his face turned black as ink.

The outside of the carriage was very lively, not only Sun Guoxin's 200 followers, but also local herders and prisoners who had just been rescued.

They surrounded Sun Guoxin's carriage, singing and dancing. Only the best riders dared to ride over Sun Guoxin's carriage and wrap the white Hada around the carriage.

Compared to these happy shepherds, the three Mongolian princes had bitter expressions.

The Living Buddha said it very clearly that if they want to survive the war between the Han and the Jianzhou people, the only way they can choose is to leave.

There is no longer a fixed pasture for you, and you need to take your tribesmen to wander on the grasslands and the Gobi Desert, just like all the darkest times on the grasslands, living by water and grass, wandering forever, never stopping.

This will avoid the wild boar of the Han people and the tiger of the Jianzhou people.

The two people are not helping each other, which is the best choice for the Mongolians. Only in this way can the Jianzhou people or the Han people win, and only then can the Mongolians return to their hometown and surrender to a certain victor.

"Suglaqin, are you really going to leave and wander?"

"Mag, do you want to take your tribe members to charge for the Jianzhou people, or do you want to take your tribe members to charge against the Jianzhou people?"

"I don't help anyone, my tribe members only fight for their cattle and sheep."

"I think so too. We are a group of shepherds and a group of sheepdogs. It is right to chase our own cattle and sheep."
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