After entering the temple, the monk said politely: "There are a lot of thatched cottages in the wild temple in the mountains. You may not be used to living there. If you have any needs, just ask us and we will try our best to satisfy you."
"Master, you're too polite. It's us who have come to bother you, and I hope your temple will forgive you! May I ask what your name is, Master?"
"Oh, I am the Tiebang Lama of this monastery. If I don't have the Buddhist title of you Han monks, you can just call me Dorje!"
In Tibet, the so-called Tiebang Lama refers to the monk who maintains order and discipline in the monastery. He will appear on the scene during large-scale Dharma gatherings and sutra halls to chant sutras, and conduct inspections. It is similar to the elders of the monastic disciplines in Chinese monasteries. Generally speaking, in Tibetan monasteries, in addition to people like Khenpo and Living Buddha, Tiebang Lama is also an important role.
"It turns out it's the Tiebang Lama. I'm disrespectful!" I smiled slightly and said, "When I came out of the temple, I didn't understand something, and I wanted to ask the eminent monk for advice."
"Guest, please speak!"
"I just saw many lay disciples inside and outside the temple, and many of them were dressed like the people in the surrounding mountains. Do these people also live in the temple?"
"The guests don't know!" Tiebang Lama said quite proudly: "There are all our believers within a few hundred miles of my temple. The Buddha said that good results will be achieved, and this is the Western road. This temple has no other advantages. , it¡¯s just about knowing some Tibetan medicine and herbal methods. This is the only way we can give back to the believers. Therefore, believers from hundreds of miles around who have stubborn illnesses will come to us. Our temple cannot be said to be big, nor can it be said that it is a temple. There are many crops, but there are still some thatched cottages. Therefore, in order to allow the patients to receive meditation treatment, we let them live here for free. When they are cured, it will not be too late to leave. Believers, no money is needed, as long as the disease is cured Finally, just have a kind heart and light a few butter lamps. Of course, some believers will give some tributes to the temple, but in my opinion, they are just external things!"
Good guy, when this guy was talking, his eyes were staring at the golden honey on my wrist!
Beeswax is very popular among Tantras, especially the golden honey wax. It¡¯s such a big piece, shiny and yellow, who wouldn¡¯t be greedy after seeing it!
I smiled, raised my hand and handed it over, saying: "Master, we both came in a hurry. We have neither butter nor incense, but my piece of beeswax is pretty good. I can turn it into a few beads and make a bracelet." ."
As I finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain on my wrist, and the golden honey was wrapped tightly around my wrist like a dog-skin plaster.
The Iron Rod Lama was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hand and said: "The guest misunderstood, how could I accept such a precious thing? I just looked at the beeswax and was surprised. This thing is crystal clear, it should be a Buddha treasure." That's right, but it looks a little bit wrong, it seems to have a worldly atmosphere, not quite like a toy"
I suppressed my laughter, nodded and said, "Master, I've seen a lot of treasures. I'm really not a toy"
While talking, we immediately arrived at the guest room area.
At this time, I suddenly saw a little lama running over in a hurry, shouting several times in a mixed Tibetan and Chinese tone.
I have also been to Tibetan areas, so I can understand some simple terms.
"The general meaning is that a patient came here just now and suddenly vomited blood. Let this iron rod Lama come over and have a look.
I thought to myself, could it be said that in addition to suppressing the nebula, this iron rod can also be used for medical treatment in this temple?
¡°Two guests will be here later, I¡¯ll go and be right back!¡± Tiebang nodded apologetically to us, turned around and left!
I pursed my lips towards Zhu Yifan and followed him.
"In a meeting with partial officials, we met the patient.
This is a 17 or 18-year-old Tibetan boy, with bronze skin, wearing a set of strict labor clothes, wrinkled, it seems that he should be a not-so-rich mountain man. But he saw that the ground in the house was already stained with blood, and there was an urn the size of a basin in front of him. The blood inside was several centimeters thick.
??Looking at this, the blood this person vomited has completely exceeded his tolerance. In the opinion of ordinary doctors, this person is almost hopeless.
But the iron monk seemed to turn a blind eye to the blood in front of him, and just watched calmly to check the boy's body. Sometimes he opened his eyelids to take a look, and sometimes he looked at his back collar.
Zhu Yifan on the side was a little anxious and whispered to me: "Master, they may not be reliable! Everyone with a discerning eye knows that now he needs to seal his Ren channel and temporarily control the heart meridian. Otherwise, he will bleed and die! Otherwise, I come?"
As a doctor, Zhu Yifan¡¯s reaction is really normal. It is the duty of a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded.
But now we are on the territory of Tuolin Temple, so we rashlyIt's really not appropriate to be a doctor. After all, we are here to ask for help. Besides, I really want to see if this iron rod can do anything. But I also thought that if these people were helpless, I would take action at the last moment to save this person's life.
"No problem!" The iron stick monk looked at it for a long time, then slowly stood up, turned around calmly, said a few words in Tibetan to the young monk, then stepped aside and looked at our understanding point. nodded.
I¡¯m also confused, what do you mean? Is this treatable or incurable?
Just as he was wondering, he saw the young monk hurried back, but he was holding a stoneware bowl in his hand, which was filled with liquid, yellow and clear, exuding a fragrance.
"Ghee?"
Zhu Yifan was also dumbfounded and shouted: "You feed him butter? What kind of treatment is this? I'm afraid"
I frowned and stopped him quickly.
The Iron Rod Lama smiled slightly, took the butter, bent down, and drank it directly to the young man.
I have seen many funny folk prescriptions. For example, when someone suffered from bulimia, the magic man prescribed the famous prescription "Yellow and White Granule Soup". The yellow one is actually yellow juice, a medicine made from human feces soup that has both good color and taste. The white ones are chicken arrow white, and the hoarfrost on old black-bone chicken excrement is also white. The particles are made of rat droppings. One by one, they are dried in the sun and smoked to remove the odor, and become black rice. The rat droppings were sprinkled on top of the liquid concocted by Huang Zhier and Ji Yabai. There were black pearls hanging on top of the yellow liquid, and they were poured down in one go. Use this to treat overeating I don't know if overeating can be cured, but I have personally seen people vomit blood from their stomachs
Although the scene in front of you may not be as refreshing as the yellow and white granular soup, it is indeed eye-opening to drink ghee to stop bleeding and save lives.
But just when Zhu Yifan and I were stunned, the young man who drank a large bowl of butter suddenly got up, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said he was fine. He nodded towards the iron rod and made a ritual ceremony. , left the temple
"Master, am I blind?" Zhu Yifan stared at his eyes, scratched his head and said to me: "What kind of theory is this?"
"You're not blind, you're just a little out of energy. Just drink a bowl of yellow and white grain soup and you'll be fine!" I smiled lightly, looked at the lama holding the bowl, and had an idea in my mind. The thing that cures diseases is naturally not ghee, so there must be another reason (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com