Old dog tell weird stories

Lama

This was many years ago.

    At that time, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway had not yet opened, and we had to take the Qinghai-Tibet Highway to enter Tibet, go through Xining, cross Qinghai, and take a pickup truck in Golmud (the lamb in Golmud is the best in Qinghai).

    Qinghai-Tibet highway over the Kunlun Pass, West Dazhao, Wudaoliang, Tanggula Pass, also through the Cocosili Nature Reserve, herds of wild donkeys, wild yaks, Tibetan antelopes, cars rumbling open, you stick to the window to look out, many strange beasts curiously looking at you, everything is very original and fresh.

    Incidentally, this road is very dangerous, the average altitude of these locations in more than 4,000 meters, high altitude reflection is strong, many people directly suffocated face into a purple carrot, died in the middle of the road.

    No way, when the year into Tibet is like this, infinite scenery in the dangerous peak, want to see the most beautiful scenery, you have to tie your head to the waistband of your pants.

    It's a long way off, or to tell our story.

    This time to Tibet on the way, there is an old man and I bunk, he is sixty to seventy years old, although the body is still strong, but so old or very dangerous. During the trip, I took care of him as much as I could, and after arriving in Lhasa, the old man insisted on inviting me to drink barley wine, and when the wine was in full swing, he told me a true story of a haunted Yellow River institution.

    He said, he is a typical son of the Yellow River, ancestors for generations to make a living on the Yellow River, fishing, ferry, weaving nets, rescue.

    Qing dynasty, the Kangxi emperor specially approved food and pay, "war two guard eight" (war silver one two five money per month, guard silver one two per month) to recruit river soldiers, his ancestors were the first to join, and then the family has not been separated from the Yellow River system.

    In the Republic of China, Yuan Shikai ruled the Yellow River, wrapped "Zhenhaisha" (the ceremony to pay respect to the Yellow River), repair the temple of the Great King, welcome the Great King of the Yellow River, his grandfather was standing by the side to serve.

    After the liberation, Chiang Kai-shek began to build the Yellow Committee, the presiding officer is Kong Xiangrong. Mr. Kong was a descendant of the eighth house of the Kong clan in Qufu, Shandong Province, and a cousin of the then four great families, Kong Xiangxi. At that time, the old man's father was working beside Kong Xiangrong.

    And say the old man himself, born in the Yellow River, grew up in the Yellow River, and later went to the Yellow Committee, experienced a variety of Yellow River strange things, the most frightening to him, or the year the Yellow Committee haunted events.

    It was 54 years, Henan Province will be moved from Kaifeng to Zhengzhou, the Yellow Committee also moved with the past. You do not look at the Huang Commission lot is good now, just moved to the past, there is a messy graveyard (buried horizontal dead place), the old graveyard circle everywhere is a hug thick acacia trees, a few people can hold over.

    The ancient acacia shade the sun, the sun blocked to death, three volcanic days to walk under the tree, feel the cold wind chill, the body can get a layer of goose bumps.

    The acacia tree invites ghosts, that always falls on the flocks of crows, the middle of the night, the old crows will suddenly collectively mournful cry, whimpering, ghosts seeking general, very creepy.

    Some people say that these ancient acacia trees have become a spirit, become a tree fairy, very spiritual, there is a request will answer. The old acacia tree trunk, wrapped with a strip of red cloth, tethered to the child's shoes, clothes and pants, which is to the lost soul of the child's soul.

    The old man sighed, and later I learned that the place where these ancient acacias are located is the old city site of the Shang Dynasty, with a history of more than 3,000 years.

    In '58, the construction of the Zijing Mountain Park, workers in digging the foundation dug out a vat of copper coins, and later secretly sold to foreigners who came to visit, and made a fortune!

    In '61, the State Council announced the first batch of key cultural relics protection units, among which is it.

    Not only the ancient acacia, in the vicinity of the Yellow Committee, there is a sinkhole.

    This sinkhole also do not know how to come, we even suspect that it is a meteorite crater, anyway, the large crater near dozens of meters inch grass, the soil color is brick, as if calcined by fire.

    The sinkhole is as big as a small pond, extremely deep, there is a spring in the pit, gurgling out of the spring, or cold spring, cold and biting, walk in the vicinity of the feeling of cold air straight soar.

    It is said that the feng shui near the Yellow Committee was destroyed by these old acacia and sinkholes, so every year, people die.

    Speaking of which, those years the Yellow Committee is really evil. Not long after moving here, someone got up in the middle of the night to urinate, do not know how, drowned in the sinkhole. The next day fished up to see, the body rose as fat as a cow.

    Then another leader from the northeast died. He was a fat man, fat people are afraid of heat, three volcanoes in the cool, the night simply rolled a cool mat to sleep under the ancient acacia tree. As a result, the next day, he did cool off, the whole person is cold.

    We thought it was an accident, and then one by one a few people died, someone because of a car accident, someone had a sudden emergency, anyway, they all died horizontally.

    Things spread, some said that this place is a crime, the ground is buried under the Taiyang, Taiyang head earth, that there is peace of mind?

    Others said that in the middle of the night, the sound of a woman's miserable cry would come from the pit, and others said that when they passed by the pit, they looked inside and saw a b****y face.

    The Communists were not allowed to be superstitious, but they could not resist ghosts and spirits, and then they asked for a lot of connections to secretly pick up an old man from a labor farm in the south who was beaten as a cow, ghost or snake god, so that he could help change the feng shui.

    The old man ate the Yellow River carp, pacing up and down the four-sided step, the mouth chanting, with a compass to set the direction, vermilion sand thrown into the sky pit, measured the feng shui heavenly position, and finally flicked his beard to guide us, saying that this is next to the mouth of the Yellow River, committed the river fury, let us find a man from Shandong to sit here, in order to suppress the river monster.

    He said: the world's dragon vein, began in Kunlun, finally Taishan, so Shandong blood sufficient, out of the good guys, also out of the bandits, the Liang Shan Po rebellion that is a matter of time. As long as there is a Shandong people sitting here, and then ask a Taishan stone to suppress the river demon, that all the cattle, ghosts and snakes do not dare to intrude.

    He justified, let us deeply convinced, busy organizing manpower with a full twenty two truckloads of quicklime filled the pit, when the heat dissipated, and laid a layer of two meters thick of the Yellow River silt, planted a small piece of peach tree on the silt, peach tree under the steep a cement pond, raised two gold-winged gold scales of the Yellow River big red carp.

    Then, the Yellow Committee and emergency secondment from Shandong to come over a leader, and let him invite from Taishan, a piece of southern Taishan stone, the stone is squarely written in five big words: "Taishan stone dare.

    The stone was placed in front of the fish pond, five lines of words facing the Yellow River ancient road, with the momentum of Mount Tai firmly pressed the ancient road.

    According to the old man, this is a feng shui bureau, there are trees, rocks, water, fish, hide the wind and water, double fish open road, as long as you can block the first seven days of the evil spirit, the future will be safe.

    We were on tenterhooks for a few days and found that the feng shui bureau really works, the woman's voice crying is gone, the dead are gone, and even from the ancient acacia walk under the not so cold, two red carp in the water swimming leisurely, leisurely and at ease.

    Just when we thought things would be over, no one expected that there would be another bizarre thing.

    It was a few days later, one night, three o'clock in the middle of the night suddenly started a heavy rainstorm, torrential rain, the Yellow River roar.

    At that time was a female comrade on duty, the leader was afraid that she was afraid, called a few of us young people to accompany her to the unit. That heavy rain with a light, white bright raindrops are big enough to have corn grains, raindrops even into a finger thick column of rain, so dense that the light can not penetrate.

    It is said that the autumn, there will rarely be such a big rainstorm, a few of us are also worried about the Yellow River will be in trouble, did not dare to sleep all night.

    The lesbian is a Mongolian, people are very quiet, to us burned a large pot of Mongolian brick tea. Mongolian tea brick is first boil a pot of water, and then thumb-sized tea leaves thrown in, boil the top of the tea soup scooped out, poured into the milk to drink.

    We were still young, a few people so drinking brick tea, in the rainy night hokum national events, the fate of the nation, now think about it, but also quite warm.

    Speaking of which, the old man was a bit emotional: later, I left the Yellow Committee, went to many places, Tibet, Xinjiang, Mohe, in those places, the day can not see the shadow of a person, the bag stuffed with a few pieces of brick tea, boil it to eat, pressure hunger.

    Tibetan brick tea is to add pepper, green salt, milk, and large and hard, like a stone, you have to use an axe to c***k.

    However, I have drunk so many places brick tea, always feel and that night in the yellow committee to drink not quite the same.

    The old man was a little sad, said, a flash, I left the Yellow Committee are decades, the girl also do not know where? Calculate the time, she estimated that the grandchildren have.

    And smoked a few cigarettes, he just slowed down, continue to say, the next morning, we got up to see, outside the water can be over the knee, we went out to check, the Yellow River is fine, we have another accident in the Yellow Committee.

    To be exact, someone died again.

    This time it was a woman who died.

    According to the years, we have seen a lot of dead people, we have seen a lot of horizontal death, what drowning, hanging, hit, poisoned, but we have never seen such a bizarre way to die.

    She died by throwing herself into the river.

    She threw herself into the river, the original lime and cement we used to seal the sinkhole.

    Perhaps because of the heavy rain washed away the cement layer, perhaps someone deliberately destroyed the sinkhole, anyway, the original was blocked solid sinkhole all washed away, through the rainwater formed a long river, long river floating on a smear of water plants.

    Closer look, that is not water grass, is a woman's loose hair.

    Everyone panicked, the police first found a long hook to hook the hair, but can not pull, really can not hang a reward of 5 yuan, let a beggar passing by the water, the woman dragged up.

    The woman came up, we all sucked in a breath of cold air.

    She wore a bright red like the kind of opera robe, head also covered with a large red cloth bag, body tied to a large stone tablet, so jumped into the sinkhole.

    The Shandong leader squared his glasses, squatted down to look at it, could not help but scream, that woman tied to the body of the big stone, is that he invited from Shandong, the piece of Tarzan stone.

    Later, when nothing, someone broke his fingers and carefully calculate a calculation, from the lime we used to block the sinkhole, to the woman died horizontally, no more, no less, exactly seven days.

    Looking back, the old man said before he left, as long as the Tarzan stone can block the first seven days of the evil, it will be fine, it seems that the last did not block.

    Alas, this tiankeng, ancient acacia can not be less tormented us.

    Until one year in the summer, a one-eyed lama to the Yonghe Palace pilgrimage passing through here, hungry and thirsty, fainted under the ancient acacia tree, I will help him to the Yellow Committee, he asked for some dry food and rations to eat.

    He rested for a while, struggled to get up and went to the sinkhole, threw a string of rosary beads worn around his neck into the sinkhole, and prayed to us one by one, insisted on dragging his tired body away.

    It is strange to say that since then the cold spring of the sinkhole has been broken, no more cooing water, and later we were filled in as a garbage pit.

    Many years later, I traveled to Tibet, in the three major monasteries of the Drepung monastery door met a lot of old lamas, are kindly to me, I also returned the salute, and later and an old lama to talk about the one-eyed lama thing, only to know that the original thing is not simple.

    At that time, the one-eyed lama thrown to the rosary, called Gabala rosary, is made of human bone, for the Tibetan lama's practice of the most precious.

    Especially when the Gabala is not an ordinary person's bones to do, is to use the practice of a lifetime of lama skull made, Buddhist blessing, the Buddha's bones soaked body, can avoid all the chaos force gods and monsters.

    Many years later, because of some chance, I once again met the lama in Tibet.

    So, since then, I have to go to Tibet once a year to see him.

    After listening to this story, I was very emotional, there repeatedly thinking about the ancient acacia, cenote, female ghosts, lamas, and then could not help but plead with the old man to take me to meet the one-eyed old lama.

    The old man was full of promise, and that night and I stayed in the same hotel, about tomorrow to go over together.

    But when I woke up the next day, I found his bed empty, and asked the waiter, only to learn that he had left a long time ago.

This story is not over yet.

This is a story written three years ago, when it was written here, there was really no later.

However, this thing of fate is so mysterious, you sow a seed here, there will always be a harvest. In the dark, it has its own destiny, in fact, at the moment I met him, our entanglement afterwards was already predetermined.

Last year, I was invited to attend the annual horse race in Yushu, Qinghai. The race was full of living Buddhas and monks, and there were monks carrying Dharma numbers everywhere.

We followed a local guide, went to see the world's largest mani pile, and went to the Tongtian River to see the scripture stone, the river valley is full of pristine grassland, yaks lazily lying on the ground, the sky is blue, blue, wispy white clouds floating in the sky, big-eyed thieves stirring eyes staring straight at us.

In this kind of place, just take a picture can do postcards, but I do not want to shoot anything, do nothing, just lying on the grass breathing heavily filled with grass and sunshine.

How could I have imagined that in such a place, I met the old man once again!

With him, there was a large number of lamas, including a woman.

It was a very special Tibetan girl, fair-skinned (Tibetan girls are generally slightly darker skinned), with big, shining eyes, barefoot, walking slowly in the stream, laughing like nobody's business.

I wondered why the woman was with them, but the old man avoided the question, only to tell me that he was entrusted by the old lama to take a person to a very mysterious monastery in Yushu, Qinghai, to meet a great man.

It is a monastery with more than 800 years of history, located in the altitude of more than 5,000 meters high on the snowy mountains, very primitive and barbaric. The monastery is very old, surrounded by old trees that shade the sky, there are grouse and white deer everywhere around the monastery, and the walls of the monastery are