I am a yue master. You must know what I do, hehe!
I knew from the beginning that you wanted to write about me.
Your teacher said you could write about Qiang Village.
Did you suddenly develop a crush on me? interest?
You are a real person. Why do so many people write about me? Is it because you have a favorable impression of my "career"? cut!
Your teacher interviewed me, so did you discover me through your teacher’s world?
How come you didn’t know I existed before? You are probably picking on others’ wisdom!
I know you are making things up, but the things you are making up seem to have something to do with me.
So what do you want to know about me? Or how about I tell you my story directly? ——Save you from thinking about me.
You really can’t write articles! Look at what you are writing. Poetry is not like poetry, and novels are not like novels.
Forget it, for the sake of your teacher I will tell you about my daily life as a yue master. Snippet it!
Don’t be afraid! I said it’s not certain whether you can publish it? Just listen to me first.
I used to be an executioner, you should know this, but when did I become an ax master, you should not know this.
Hey! Are you still not convinced when I say you are trying to pick up people's wisdom? Look, you only know what your teacher knows. If your teacher doesn’t tell you, you don’t even know shit. If I didn’t tell you, would you even know? You definitely don't know. hey-hey!
What would be a better thing to say? right! Let’s talk about the story of the young man who was the first person I asked to send him away in person! That was what his mother insisted on begging me to do!
It is said that the young man’s mother had a dream.
He dreamed that many people were on the alms altar,
transformed under my knife. It became a piece of land,
and then used a group of big birds as a medium to go to that "bright" place in the sky.
I don’t know if the dream she mentioned is true.
I just know that a little secret of mine has been revealed.
Yes, I have practiced the inheritance of an ancient sect, which has helped countless people who have passed away go to a very happy and free place.
Okay, let me talk about that young man first!
He was her mother’s youngest son. I remember that Tibet had just been liberated when he went to the alms altar.
The good days of the chieftains are gone forever, and they have lost power.
And I also lost my career as an executioner.
But I don’t care. As an old man, I can live anywhere.
The reason why I still stay next to the alms altar is because I accepted the invitation of Yanshou Temple.
Because they already know that in addition to being an executioner, I can also be an ax master - yes, ever since that old lady came to see me, I was destined to have some kind of connection with this place. Besides, The Akhas in the monastery need a yue master. Even if they don’t want to be one, they still need the support.
The old granny’s youngest son died in a plague.
However, although he died of illness, Aka in the temple said that it was caused by the intense hostility caused by the fighting between the villages for grazing land, which provoked the God of Plague.
Fighting over pasture is a common occurrence in our area, and two villages often fight over these things.
There is no other way. If people want to survive, they need to graze. There are only so many places for grazing, and fights are inevitable.
As for the hatred between the villages that has been accumulated for hundreds of years. , I can only say that no one can solve this problem unless a bunch of people die.
In short, the young man died indirectly from the plague caused by the fighting between villages.
His grandmother was very sad. She kept asking why I had to bear all this pain and why the living Buddha in the temple didn't come to mediate as soon as possible! Let this old lady speak for herself.
The old granny said:
My son! Yesterday you were singing happily on horseback, but today you are lying in front of me with scars all over your body. How can I not be sad?
I don’t know who to blame. Years of faith have made me look at death very lightly.
Although our villages often fight with each other, we also often go together. Pray in the temple!
Why? Why? You are so peaceful, so pious, and so compassionate in the monastery, why?
Why? Why? When you fight, you become so ferocious and unkind.
Why is this?
My son is dead. Everyone involved in this struggle is the executioner of my son. Sooner or later, you will follow my son.
No! If he goes to heaven, you all should go to hell!
Oh! Sin, sin! In fact, I shouldn't curse those who killed my son like this.
I still have faith!
Buddha said that everyone has his or her own blessings and obstacles.
Did my son also commit murdering karma in his previous life and be killed in this life?
I don’t know, I don’t know, what can I do?
I can only pray devoutly that my son can go to the Pure Land mentioned by Buddha.
May he be reborn in the next life, no! May he go directly to the Pure Land and not have such a painful afterlife.
The night my son passed away, I kept praying for him next to him.
That night, I was really sleepy, and then I had a dream.
In my dream, I came to a bright and white place,
I saw you in that place, yes, you are the old man.
There were some voices next to me, who were talking to me in my ears as if they were dreaming. You must let him "trim" your son so that he can really go to that place. In the pure land.
The dream was very clear and I remembered it. I knew with certainty that this must be what my son told me - this was his only way to escape.
The Yue Master said:
Look! You already know the cause, but let me tell you the consequences.
The old lady sent her son here, and after listening to her story, I knew that my destiny had come.
I agreed to help him, but at the same time I felt that I was doing myself a favor.
You want to ask me why I say this? Then I can only say that when you are truly immersed in the scene, you have actually gone to that pure land with the person you are "scrutinizing" - and you have gone to that place countless times.
I promised her, and I really did it.
Although I used to be an executioner, it feels the same as being an ax master now.
The same person holds an axe, a hammer, and a knife.
But the object changes from living to dying to already "dead" from the beginning. .
I was busy with my ceremony on the altar, and then the old granny and her relatives came too.
I told them that you’d better stay away. , because Dakini does not like mortals to disturb her when she is serving.
Yes, I call the vultures that come to eat meat Dakini - or they are just another medium that uses the body to do things.
How do I do it specifically? You can refer to "tianzang" (tianzang) for the rituals, but I won't go into details here.
According to the rituals I have inherited, I move the knife and ax while visualizing.
Please allow me to use a song of my own creation. Let’s talk about the situation at that time!
Blue sky, white clouds,
Did you know that a young man is going to the Pure Land today?
His body is very young, his mind is very pure,
Everything about him is fixed at the age of eighteen, the age of flying horses.
The karma of the past life, the retribution of this life,
When the time comes, it will kill people,
Can’t escape, can’t escape, who can You can't escape either.
I am here to host today. I hope all dakinis will come and make offerings to you.
Accept as many offerings as you can.
Can you help me? If you eliminate a little more karma, you can help eliminate a little more karma.
Life is impermanent, that is impermanent,
Let’s go to the pure land of freedom in this life.
Where is the pure land of freedom?
It is in our hearts.
Go, go, don’t miss this world.
That pure land is your real home.
Look at these beautiful dakinis around you,
Yes, follow them,
Go, go,
When you go there, you will be back at home again.
It is so wonderful there that you will never miss Shu.
Go, go, < /p>
Don’t forget to pray for your loved ones there after you go there.
You must wish that they can go to that wonderful place with you when they die.
Yo, yo...
The Yue Master continued:
I think this person’s karma is going along with his pieces of flesh. The more happily the vulture (Dakini) eats, the faster his karma will disappear.
I can see this, and I try my best to complete this matter with my own piety.
When I do this, I feel like I am like an alms altar The body on top.
I seemed to have experienced everything about that body.
I could even feel the feeling of the pieces of meat entering the vulture's mouth.
It was through this real feeling that I knew that this young man had really gone to that "bright" place - you call it the Pure Land.
After doing this once, I became a Yue Master.
I have no salary, but whenever someone comes to me, I can always be provided with some food. ——Some tsampa, highland barley, dried meat and the like.
I never choose to support myself. I eat whatever others give me. What does an old man care about?
Right? What I care more about is the feeling of being a yue master.
Whenever I actually send someone to that "bright" place through the ritual, I actually feel extremely comfortable inside. That kind of comfort makes me feel that my job is meaningful. It has an extremely noble meaning,
I like this job.
Of course, I am definitely not a pervert,
I am just practicing my method, an ancient inherited method.
From then on, more and more people came to me, and finally the monastery even recruited me to do this job.
Look, we don’t have to eat for free in the monastery. As for those who work, ordinary people can’t do this kind of work!
Although the Aka in the temple knew that I was doing sacred things, they were unwilling to have too much contact with me. After all, this matter is very eye-catching, and it is not suitable for people with weak minds to do this. Will go crazy.
Okay, that’s it for now.
Just publish it! If you can't publish it, don't blame me. After all, this is also prohibited, isn't it?
That’s it.