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The young monk followed the old monk through the rows of prayer boxes. The last rays of the setting sun fell over the eaves onto the snow, melting two long footprints.
The main temple's main hall was empty, without any buddhist statues. A group of calm looking old monks sat on the ground, their bodies hunched over. Beside them were some small bone bowls with colorful sand inside.
In the middle of the hall was a very, very old Rinpoche.
His skin was as dry as weathered dead wood, and no one could tell his age. He was dressed in an old-fashioned robe with a red monastic robe. He wore a crown on his head, and in one hand he held a string of unknown prayer beads. In the other he held a pestle, and he was chanting some incomprehensible inscriptions.
”Master —”
The young monk kneeled on the ground and sobbed, ”Those heretics colluded with some of the monks and found the entrance to Aghatha. Our people died and the blood converged into a river in the Tangula Mountains …” ”Wuuu...”
”They have brought iron vehicles and weapons, and they are going to blast open the entrance of the Shambala with cannons... They took the scriptures and the magical equipment, and they destroyed the fucking pile... Very soon, they will enter … ”
”Child... ”Come...”
The High Master extended his withered hand, and the young Lama crawled over the great hall. The High Master placed his hand on the top of his head.
”Those people you saw were not fated to be people. ”It is not time yet, even if we force our way into the Shambala, without the map, we will only be forever lost in the labyrinth.”
”Master, where is the map of the maze?”
The High Scholar slowly raised his hand and pointed at the group of old monks sitting on the ground.
Amidst them, there was a set of Mandala sand paintings that were about to be completed.
The Mandala, also known as the Altar City, was translated into vernacular into Tibetan Buddhism to gather energy in the training hall. The Mandala was wrapped in a circle shape, symbolizing the universe. There were four entrances on each side to the outside world.
The ancient bowls beside the old Lama were filled with different colors of sand, and each color of sand was handmade from a special kind of stone: red is agate, yellow is gold, white is pearl, blue is lapis lazuli, black is charcoal, green is turquoise … There were a total of seven colors. They scooped out the colored sand with their spoons, filling the last pattern in the center of the Mandala.
The young man looked at the sand paintings on the ground carefully. These Lama's description of Mandala s was different from what he usually saw. Behind the four entrances of the circular world, there was actually a seven-level, seven-level, seven-barrier, seemingly endless maze.
And in the middle of the Mandala maze was a closed door with a golden lotus drawn on it.
”This... ”This is the map?” The young man exclaimed in a low voice.
The Master shook his head.
”...” Child, this is only a part of the map, ”the Grand Master slowly said.” This is the time wheel Mandala, a map of the Shambala, the God's Underground Country … This is where we came from... ”
”Then... ”Where is the other part of the map?” The young monk asked.
”Do you see the four entrances outside the Mandala?” The High Master said, ”Those are the four entrances to the Shambala. Millions of years ago, our yellow prophets brought the time wheel Mandala here, and from then on, we guarded this entrance …
”As for the other part of the map, it is kept by the red prophet. They came out from another entrance, and in the land on the other side of the world, they guard the secret of the maze …”
”From then on, the sun is our moon, the night is their day — from then on, we have to use the power of the heart to purify this murky era, day and night …” the Master said, his head held high and trembling.
The young monk did not pay any attention to the master's gatha. Instead, he silently stared at the sand painting on the ground.
The old monks of Altar City, instead of drawing a draft on the ground, did it as if they had painted it thousands of times, as if they were writing down the familiar world view in their heads.
The last lotus petal was complete.
The young man was stunned. This was the most gorgeous Mandala sand painting he had ever seen in his entire life.
The next second, the old lama stood up and opened the door of the hall, which had been closed.
”No!” The young monk cried out.
The wind blew in along with the snow, his voice was instantly drowned out by the wind, causing all the Mandala on the ground to be scattered into nothingness.
”Life is originally from nothing to nothing. Colourless and formless, all forms are empty.”
The Grandmaster's bell pestle rang in his hand.
”Everything was flourishing, but there was only a handful of fine sand. Money, power, status — it's all an illusion, don't you see? Go back and tell those who sent you that Shambala is not a tool for dominating the world. They are not qualified to enter the city of God. ” Master said indifferently.
The young monk felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His feet gave way and he collapsed in front of the master. His forehead hit the ground, and within two strikes, he was bleeding profusely.
”...” Honorable Rinpoche, forgive my offense. I told them that everything in the Shambala is just an empty legend. However, they do not believe me and they … ”The soldiers promised me that if I could put the ten thousand word flag on Aghatha's land, my brother would become the next Dalai Lama …”
”Forget it …” Master shook his head.
”When you sell your soul for money and power, you can no longer stay. There is not an inch of land in Tibet that can accommodate you. ”
”I can't go back empty-handed! If I don't bring what they want, they will come here. They won't let you off … ”
”I've lived long enough …” The Master closed his eyes.
”It has been over a thousand years … ”I'm already very tired, I don't want to wait for my prophecy to come true …”
At the same time, the elders in the hall all sat cross-legged as if they had the tacit approval of their master, closing their eyes and chanting the Rebirth Spell.
”...” When the Iron Bird flies in the sky, when the Iron Horse gallops on the ground, the Armageddon will come; the Tibetan will be displaced, the descendants of Turgu will reach the land of the Red Man, and they will once again return to the Kingdom of God … ”
The High Master repeated the prophecy he had made a thousand years ago, and died with the old monks in the great hall.
Only the young monk with tears streaming down his face remained, kneeling on the ground and not moving for a long time.
The last rays of the setting sun disappeared beneath the snowy line.
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Theodore. Theodore Illion, a travel writer, published Insect Tibet in the Secret Tibet in 1937, followed by darknessover Tibet. He emphasized that he had arrived in Tibet around 1930 and had met a lama who called himself Turgut Turgut, who had taken him to a cave that was said to be the entrance to an underground city called Chambala. But because the story that Ilion wrote was so bizarre, many people questioned whether he had ever been to Tibet. But Hitler believed so deeply in his novel that he planned three Nazi missions to Tibet.
Lotus birth: the founder of Tibetan Buddhism, records that he has lived for more than 500 years, and records that he has lived for more than 1000 years. In the eighth century A.D., lotus warriors made prophecies [when iron birds fly in the air and iron horses gallop on wheels, the Tibetan people will spread the earth, and the Buddhist magic will reach the land of the red man], and in the second century A.D., Hopi, the Indian Hopi, made similar prophecies].
If you have a globe at your side, try digging a hole in the Hopi's Indian soil, running vertically through the center of the earth, and coming out of Lhasa, Tibet, on the other side.
The Hopi language is about 40 percent similar to Tibetan, except that all words are semantically reversed, the Hopi pronunciation of ”day” is Tibetan of ”night”, the Tibetan pronunciation of ”day” is Hopi of ”night”, and many other words, such as love and hate, joy and happiness, are the same. Other examples are not given.
The appearance and living habits of the two races are very similar because some content is more sensitive and people like Baidu so they can Google it.