From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 309: True Lord of the World
"Shambhala?"

Little Zhuoma was a little surprised. She knew this place.
Not only she knew, her mother and father also knew, and all the Tibetan herdsmen in the snow area knew.
It is a place that has been passed down orally in the snowy area for thousands of years.
"Shambhala" is the transliteration of Tibetan, also translated as "Shangri-La", which means "paradise".

Little Zhuoma imitated her mother's tone and said:
"Somewhere near the main peak of Mount Gangdise, if you can climb over the insurmountable snow-capped mountains, you will be lucky enough to see Shambhala.

It is shaped like an eight-petal lotus, with snow-capped mountains surrounding the edge of the center and the leaves on both sides. The leaves are separated by flowing water or snow-capped mountains. There are snow-capped mountains and bald mountains, rocky mountains and grassy mountains, forested mountains and lakes, and trees. They are all so beautiful that they are intoxicating. Even at night, they are as bright as day.

There is no poverty or hardship, no disease or death, and even less jealousy or hatred... Flowers are always in bloom, water is always clear, crops are always waiting to be harvested, sweet fruits are always hanging on the branches, the ground is covered with gold, and the mountains are full of gems. "

This is a holy place that has been around in the snowy area for a long time. Danzeng Yuzhen told little Zhuoma this. If nothing unexpected happens, little Zhuoma will tell little Zhuoma about this again in the future.
After a brief explanation, little Zhuoma glanced at Li Yang's expression and her heart skipped a beat: "Are you going to find Shambhala?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it's not."

Little Dolma waved her hand and said, "Don't even think about it. Throughout the history of our snowy region, many people have wanted to find Shambhala, but none of them succeeded. They were all doing useless work and were eventually buried by the wind and snow on the snowy mountains."

"Not even one?" Li Yang frowned slightly.
"Hiss, there seems to be one..." Little Dolma paused and said, "Legend has it that Tsongkhapa went to 'Shangrabha' after his death. Later, Panchen Lama Lobsang Chokyi also claimed that when he completed his Tantric practice, he entered the Buddhist realm of Shambhala... But not many people believe it."

Li Yang knew Tsongkhapa Huofu, the founder of the Gelugpa (Yellow Sect) of Tibetan Buddhism, who was active during the reign of Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty.

“How can you be as sure as my mom and dad that Shambhala really exists?” Little Zhuoma was suspicious. You know, there are not many young herdsmen in the snowy area who believe in this.

"Then do you believe it?"

"I don't know." Little Zhuoma lowered her head in confusion.

A strong wind blew over the vast snowy grassland, blowing the blue, white, red, green and yellow colored squares above my head one after another, making them sway continuously.

Little Dolma raised her head and looked at the five-colored prayer flags above her head: "Just like these five-colored prayer flags, my mother said that the five colors symbolize five natural phenomena. When the prayer flags are waving, it means that the natural world is peaceful and the weather is good, and the human world is peaceful, harmonious, happy and healthy."

"As long as the prayer flags are there, the gods are there. Every time the wind blows the prayer flags, it is like reciting the sutras and praying for the gods' blessing."

"I have never seen a god, and neither have my mom and dad, but they all believe that gods exist."

When little Zhuoma said these words, a strange glow appeared on her red face.

Li Yang felt that this should be the belief that Tibetans have always talked about.

People living in this world always need faith.

After that, Xiao Zhuoma turned to look at Li Yang: "Zaxi Deler, what about you, brother? Brother, do you believe in gods?"

Li Yang stood up with a smile, feeling the cold wind blowing through his fingertips: "God knows it all. The so-called gods are nothing more than the embodiment of human fear of the unknown."

"What about what happened in the outback a few months ago? Aren't they gods?"

"They are not gods, they are just powerful humans. Perhaps in a few years, their stories will be passed down from generation to generation and become legends... but at least not now."

Little Zhuoma looked at Li Yang's calm face, and suddenly felt strange in her heart: "You know so much? You didn't really walk through the snow-capped mountains from the Tanggula Mountains to here? Are you an ascetic monk?"

Little Zhuoma had seen many ascetic monks practicing in the snowy mountains, torturing their bodies, or kneeling with every step as they moved toward the sacred mountain.

"No."

"You are not an ascetic. Ascetics travel through the snowy mountains to express their sincerity to the gods and Buddhas. What is your purpose?"

Li Yang smiled but said nothing.

The reason why he traveled westward from the Tanggula Mountains along the Potala Palace in Lhasa to explore the mysteries was certainly not because he was wandering around without a purpose.

During these three months, he traveled across almost half of China. Among all the water systems, he found that only the Yangtze River was reviving intermittently. He then followed the water veins and spiritual energy all the way upstream to the source of the Yangtze River.

Finally, at the foot of the eastern section of the Tanggula Mountains, they found a ball of spiritual water. It was only the size of a walnut, shrunken into a ball, and could not be dispersed even if it was cut.

In addition, he also followed the spiritual energy to dig out a ball of spiritual soil and golden essence from under the main peak of the Tanggula Mountains, the Gradandong Ice Peak.

What surprised him was that, even though he could sense it coming along the Tanggula Mountains, the spiritual energy was still rising, as if the spiritual energy of the entire snowy area was flowing towards this side.

However, Mount Kailash, which should be the center node of spiritual energy according to its geographical location, has seen a sharp decline in spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy level on the mountain is only 1.1, but at the foot of the mountain it is 1.6, which is obviously abnormal.
It was like... there was a funnel on the mountain, swallowing up all the spiritual energy.

In the past few days, he has explored several snow-capped mountains around Xiao Zhuoma's house. Is the concentration of spiritual energy within the normal range?

So, the only place with something strange could be Mount Kailash, so after some inquiries, I learned about the legend of the holy land "Shambhala".

"I believe that all legends are not groundless. If they have not been forgotten, then the person who can open them has not appeared yet."

Li Yang spoke softly, picked up a piece of tsampa and put it in his mouth, then patted the crumbs off his palm.

Not to mention, after walking in the snowy wilderness for two months, drinking ice and snow all day long, this food with the aroma of fried noodles and milk tasted very different at this time.

"strange……"

Little Dolma whispered,
Li Yang turned around and asked, "Where is the nearest place to contact the outside world?"

"There's internet signal in town... or in Sedan Monastery."

"Are you leaving?" Little Zhuoma realized something and suddenly felt reluctant to leave.

It is extremely rare to find someone to talk to in the vast and lonely grassland.

"No, I'm going to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"The person who is most likely to open Shambhala in this world."

The last piece of tsampa had been eaten up, and Li Yang stood up and shook off the food crumbs on his body.
"Let's go, we should go back."

"Oh."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhuoma quickly packed up her bag and teacup, stood up and patted her butt.

Behind them, the wind blew the flags, and on the lonely and empty mountains, the colorful strips of cloth swayed for thousands of years.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning when the two people, one big and one small, returned to the tent in the wind and snow.

"Gongkamsang, are you going to Sedan Monastery with us?" By the stove, when little Zhuoma's father heard Li Yang's idea, he was stunned at first, and then a smile appeared on his weather-beaten face: "Tashi Delek, that's great."

Their family had originally planned to go to Sedan Monastery to pay homage to the master today, so it was not difficult for them to bring one more person.

This is a typical Tibetan man, with a dark red face and wearing a brown robe. He raised his glass to Li Yang enthusiastically.

"This road is long and the snow and wind are too strong. Let's drink some butter tea to warm ourselves up."

"Gah!"

Seeing Li Yang's puzzled look, Xiao Zhuoma beside him hurriedly reminded him: "Xiabuda means "ganbei" in Chinese."

Li Yang smiled when he heard that, took the wine cup readily and drank it all in one gulp.

"Gah!"

"He is indeed a generous man."

After drinking warm tea, the three of them started traveling across the open grassland on a tricycle.
It is December now, and everywhere Li Yang looks is freezing cold. The once lush green grassland has turned dry and brown, and most of it is covered with snow and frost in the early morning. A winding glacier runs through the entire grassland.

Tents and hanging prayer flags can be seen everywhere. The local dark-faced herdsmen are driving yaks and sheep. On the gravel roads in the suburbs, you can often see steam rising from the dung left by cattle and sheep.

Sometimes when they saw the dried cow dung, little Zhuoma would go with her father to pick out some that looked good and put them into bags on the car.

This is in a snowy area, and cow dung is the best fuel for burning fires in winter.

As the car drove on the grassland, Li Yang looked at the vast snow-capped mountains around him, his thoughts peaceful.

Ever since he started practicing cultivation and entered the path of cultivation, he has rarely taken such means of transportation and always flies on his sword.

During these three months of exploring ancient sites and crossing snow-capped mountains, Li Yang did not use any magical powers and traveled on foot almost like an ordinary person.

Li Yang realized three months ago that this was the secret of the Yang God of the Qi-eating Root Method.

The Qi-eating root method is inspired by the heaven and earth, and requires the practitioner to be in harmony with the heaven and earth.
Xiao Zhuoma's tricycle drove for nearly two hours and finally arrived at a temple at the foot of Mount Kailash, close to a herdsmen's pasture.

The temples in the snowy area are very different from the traditional temples in the mainland.

Because they believe in Tibetan Buddhism, the monks in the temple are different from the ones Li Yang had seen in Baoguo Temple at the foot of Mount Emei. They are lamas wearing dark red and dark yellow clothes, turning prayer wheels in their hands, pinching Buddhist beads, and chanting scriptures.

At this time, Sera Monastery was bustling with people coming and going. Li Yang had just got off the tricycle when he saw many ragged old men lying on the ground prostrating themselves in front of the temple.

This is the ascetic monk.

“We’ve arrived at Sera Monastery!”

Little Zhuoma's father locked the tricycle with an excited look on his face.

"Just take care of your own business and don't worry about me."

After saying something to Dolma's father, Li Yang walked towards the gate of Sera Monastery.

As soon as he entered the temple, Li Yang saw many tourists and herdsmen taking photos and checking in on one wall of the temple. Looking closely, he saw several posters several meters long.
He also saw himself in the picture, and next to him was Gao Miao wearing monk's robes.

"This era has really changed."

Mixed in the crowd, Li Yang felt emotional.

The purpose of these posters is to warm up the Taoist temples in various provinces for the enrollment in August next year.

Sera Monastery is a place of pilgrimage for nearby herdsmen. Every day, a large number of herdsmen come to worship. In addition, after the full announcement of the spiritual energy recovery, the people in the snowy areas have become more pious to the major temples.

Before, people were convinced by just talking nonsense, but now that they know it is true, the Tibetans are naturally even crazier.

So Li Yang was constantly being pushed and shoved by the crowd in Sera Monastery. Wherever he looked, he saw heads everywhere.

Keeping in mind the purpose of his trip, Li Yang did not stay in the temple in front for too long and went straight to the back.

Chi Yanhong once told him that most of these snowy temples have an inner temple and an outer temple.
The outer temple is to consolidate the Tibetans' faith in them, while the inner temple is the place for those masters who really have something to meditate.

Li Yang's goal of this trip was very simple. He wanted to call Gao Miao from Mount Wutai through the monks in the inner temple.

All the electronic devices on him had been damaged during the hike, and there was generally no signal on the grassland. If he wanted to contact Gao Miao, he could only go through these Tibetan Buddhist monks.
The further you go in, the fewer herdsmen and tourists you see. There is a vermilion gate in front of which lamas are patrolling and guarding.

Li Yang didn't want to get entangled with them, so he just shook his body and climbed over the stone wall which was several meters high.

The space inside was extremely quiet, with hand-carved limestone walls and some tower-like buildings that Li Yang couldn't name.

Wandering around the courtyard, following the sound of the lamas chanting sutras, Li Yang finally arrived at a large scripture hall.
Above the scripture hall, a golden statue of Sakyamuni sits on a lotus in the center, and a dozen lamas in red robes and pointed hats are chanting scriptures.

Compared with the fat and big-eared lamas outside who were soliciting tourists, the dozen lamas in this hall were obviously much thinner, and the aura fluctuations on their bodies even touched the awakening spirit realm.
An old lama sitting in the first seat had even more vigorous blood and clear breath, having reached the innate realm.

Now it was Li Yang's turn to be shocked. The value of innateness in this period was still very high. There were probably less than twenty of them in the entire 960 million square kilometers of China. He didn't expect that this small temple actually had an innateness hidden in it.

Li Yang did not understand the scriptures these lamas were saying, but he felt that the aura in his body began to become peaceful and restrained under the shock of the chanting.

"Sure enough, Buddhism, like Taoism, has something special about it as it has lasted for thousands of years."

Inspired by this, Li Yang found an empty cushion to sit on and began to comprehend the Buddhist sound.

As Li Yang sat down, a scripture that he had never practiced carefully since he got it began to run spontaneously.
The palm leaf Zen sutras turned into pieces of golden leaves and shadows that traveled through his soul. Li Yang repeatedly changed the seals with his hands in front of his chest, and he couldn't help but utter a Sanskrit sound like thunder:

"Om-ah-moo!"

In Buddhism, this represents the three musical scales of heaven, earth, and man.

As the sound of Li Yang's chanting became louder and louder, it gradually drowned out the sound of the lamas chanting in the temple. Many lamas who were doing their homework began to look for the sound and looked at Li Yang with curiosity.

Realizing that a stranger had appeared in the scripture hall, a lama came over with an unfriendly look to drive him away.
"Inside is the master's place of practice. If you have nothing to do, please leave."

However, before the lamas could make any move, the old lama with white hair and beard who was leading the group immediately stopped his disciples after seeing Li Yang's condition.
He signaled everyone to be quiet, but his eyes remained fixed on Li Yang's sitting cross-legged figure in shock:

"I never thought that this True Lord from the human world would appear in my temple..."

(End of this chapter)