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K i n g G e s a r of Tibet The Legend from ling King Gesar (about 1038-1119 AD) was a legendary Tibetan hero who was born in Dege County, Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. Later generations called him King Gesar of Ling. According to legend, King Gesar is also the incarnation of the Guru Rinpoche and his wisdom, compassion and power. Chapter 53 Meeting A Brother's Spirit On Tola Mountain, Gesar Vows To Take The Demon's Head The Journey and Divine Guidance For four days, King Gesar traveled alone on horseback until he reached the gray earthen cliffs of Garba Jiarang in the Hor territory—the place where his brother Gyatsa had died and been cremated. He stayed for seven days by the stone platform where Gyatsa's body had been laid, praying daily to the heavens for a dream visitation, but received no sign. On the dawn of the eighth day, the heavenly goddess Langman Gam appeared in his dream and instructed: "When you pass Tola Mountain, you will meet the departed. Do not delay now; go quickly!" The goddess continued: "As you proceed from here, my nephew, the Great Lion King, on the path you travel tomorrow, you will encounter fierce road-blocking demons. Keep your bowstring taut with vigilance, and do not panic when you meet them. One is the long-armed demon of Hor, who can seize whatever his eyes see; another is the far-sighted demon, who can see a three-month journey's distance; and the third is the mighty strongman demon, from whose grasp escape is nearly impossible. They are patrolling the high mountain peaks. Prepare your swift-flying divine arrows and shoot steadily at them; the arrows themselves will deal with them." Thus, Gesar spent a day sharpening his arrows until their points were exceedingly keen. Early on the third day, he shot the swift-flying "Thunderbolt Divine Arrow" toward the Hor direction. The arrow roared with a thunderous noise, accompanied by lightning and hail, and sped forward like the wind. Overcoming the Demons and Ominous Obstacles On the mountain ridge along the road to Hor, the three demon kings—Long Arm, Far-Sight, and Strongman—were patrolling. Hearing a distant rumbling, Far-Sight said, "I don't know if it's a black eagle or something else flying this way. Everyone be on guard; let me see clearly first." As he spoke, he looked into the distance. Suddenly, he cried out in alarm: "Oh no! That's a divine arrow! You two, come quickly! Long Arm, grab it!" Long Arm rushed out first, spreading his arms wide. He seized the arrow by its shaft and held on tightly, while the other two demon kings clung to Long Arm's body, trying to pull the arrow down. But the divine arrow had greater force; it lifted all three demon kings into the sky and then hurled them down into the turbulent waves of the Yellow River, drowning them. Crossing Yarlasawu Mountain, Gesar encountered a long-horned wild bull emerging from a rocky cliff. Its blood-red tongue flashed with lightning, its black tail resembled southern storm clouds, and its roar was like the clash of giant cymbals. This was the soul-animal of the White Tent King. The Great Lion King taunted it: "You pretentious old wild bull! With your petty tricks, do you really think you can challenge me? If you truly wish to show your might, sharpen your horns on that cliff—grind them sharp before we compete! Dance upon the cliff and shatter the rock—then you'll have proven something. I will sharpen my weapon on the green turf, and you'll see how keen it becomes; I will dance on the grassy plain, making the mountains tremble and the earth shake, causing you to quake in fear. Then I will shoot an arrow at you—that will be my victory!" The wild bull thought: "He says he'll sharpen his blade on soft grass—can't I sharpen my horns on hard rock? He says he'll make the earth shake on the grassland—can't my four sturdy hooves kick this cliff apart?" So, it vigorously ground its two long horns against the rocky cliff until they were worn down, yet they did not become sharp. It then kicked the cliff fiercely with its four hooves until they were dislocated, but the cliff did not budge, let alone crumble. Now unable to move, the bull stood helpless. The king mounted his horse, nocked an arrow, and shot. The arrow struck the bull's forehead, piercing through to its tail. Instantly, the bull tumbled from the cliff. The king offered the bull's blood in sacrifice to the heavenly gods and continued on his way. Soon, two crimson mountain peaks blocked the path. Seeing the king approach, they clashed together like cymbals, sending碎石 tumbling down in an attempt to halt his advance. As the king pressed forward, the peaks collided even more violently. The king said disdainfully: "You two red peaks, capable of destroying all of Hor, clash so pitifully without inspiring fear—you'll only bring about your own destruction. I have traveled many places in Jambudvipa and seen great mountains collide. They draw apart to gain distance, pause, and then strike with force that could shatter the world—that is true power!" Hearing this, the two red peaks thought it made sense. They drew apart and paused for a long while. At that moment, Jang Gapeibu, carrying the king, leaped over them. When the peaks finally collided again, they used such excessive force that they destroyed themselves. The Heartbreaking Reunion with a Brother's Spirit After two more days of travel, Gesar arrived at the entrance of the Tuoduo Dalong mountain valley. Suddenly, he caught the scent of smoke and thought, "Are there people here?" Looking closely, he saw it was Dozan, sent by Hor to guard the valley pass. Dozan was boiling tea, with a horn-patterned great bow hanging from his elbow, three red-tailed sharp arrows placed before him, humming a tune while mending a roe deer snare. The king and his horse transformed into a mother and fawn musk deer, passing before him one after the other. Dozan ran to grab the fawn by its hind leg. Just as he was about to seize it, the two deer bounded onto a high cliff inaccessible to anyone but deer. Without hesitation, Dozan climbed after them. Then the Great Lion King transformed into two tigers, turning to pounce. Terrified, Dozan twisted to flee, but the cliff was steep and the path narrow, leaving no room to turn. He tumbled down into the abyss. Thus, the king eliminated the demon Dozan. Continuing from there, he ascended the long,连绵 Tola Mountain within Hor territory, catching sight of the distant Balo Snow Mountain, Suori Mountain, and Jiaola Mountain. Remembering the heavenly prophecy, the king felt an even deeper longing for his brother Gyatsa Xiega. He pressed on to a place called Benba Gaqiong at the mountain's base. Suddenly, the divine horse lay down and refused to move further. The king struck it twice with a white vine whip, tightened the reins, and spurred its sides with his stirrups, but the horse remained still, only shedding tears in silence. Puzzled, the king wondered what was wrong. Beside the road stood a roadside shrine called a "Bonkhang," its four walls enclosing images of a hundred thousand deities. On the white pema grass wall-top was the nest of a sparrowhawk—the form Gyatsa's spirit had taken after death. Gyatsa, originally an incarnation of the white swan deity, could have been reborn freely after death. But to avenge himself upon the White Tent King, he had made three fierce vows to devour the flesh and blood of the Hor people. Because of this, and having been polluted by the evil vapors sprayed by Hor, he had not been reborn in a pure human form but had instead taken possession of a robust sparrowhawk's corpse, becoming a hawk. Now, seeing the golden helmet of the Great Lion King, he was so overjoyed that he abandoned the flock of sparrows (the spirits of dead Hor soldiers) he was chasing and swooped down to land on the king's precious bow. Unaware of these circumstances, the Great Lion King angrily said, "Truly, even in this accursed Hor land, a hawk dares to bully me like this!" He drew an eagle-feathered arrow and was about to stab the hawk when the chestnut horse suddenly reared, preventing the strike. The hawk flew up into the sky. Then the chestnut horse spoke: "Ah! Thoughtless Gesar! You are truly 'fair-skinned yet devoid of wisdom, high in status yet understanding nothing'! You long for your brother daily, yet when he comes, you try to stab him with an arrow. That hawk is Bumba Gyatsa! Think of Gyatsa in life—his stature so grand it could not be concealed by the longest armor, his noble form too weighty for any steed to bear, his countenance like the full moon, his eyes like the morning star, his authority high as the heavens, his wisdom deep as the ocean. That hero who stood between heaven and earth has now been reborn as a hawk the size of a hand, dwelling in these desolate wilds where hunters roam, nesting on old walls of pema grass, seeking refuge with powerless roadside deities in such hardship. Even if you, great king, feel no pity for him, why would you try to kill him with an arrow?" The horse then pawed the ground fiercely, rolled over, swished its tail incessantly, and struck its head against the wooden beam of the Bonkhang, tears as large as beans falling from its eyes, expressing boundless sorrow. Startled, the king sighed, "I am truly inferior to a horse, a mere beast!" He sighed repeatedly, then looked up into the sky. The hawk, reluctant to leave the Great Lion King yet afraid of being mistaken and killed, dared not approach, only flapping its wings in the air. Overwhelmed with grief, the Great Lion King called out: "Brother Xiega! I did not know you had been reborn as a bird. I thought only that a Hor bird had come to bully me. Please come here; let us two brothers talk in detail!" Hearing this, the hawk flew down but still dared not come close, alighting on top of the Bonkhang. The Great Lion King pleaded again: "Please come here; let us two have a good talk." But the hawk kept glancing warily at the precious bow and arrows, hovering nearby. The king was filled with remorse and self-reproach: His aunt had foretold he would meet his brother here, yet when the moment came, why had he not realized? As a human, he had failed to recognize his brother, while his brother, reborn as a bird, still recognized him. Had the horse not intervened in time, his brother might have perished by that very arrow. No wonder he was now wary and dared not approach! Thinking this, tears fell like dew from leaves. The hawk on the Bonkhang also brimmed with tears. The two brothers and the divine horse were all too sorrowful to speak. After a while, the divine horse said: "Hero Gyatsa, the Great Lion King truly did not know you had taken the form of a hawk. Had he known, how could he have tried to stab you? Land on my back; how I wish to carry you once more!" The hawk indeed landed on the horse's back and said: "If I had not become this ugly form, I would have brought you some fodder and water. But now I am a hawk, eating only the sparrows that are the reborn spirits of dead Hor soldiers—I have nothing else. And you cannot eat such foul things. There is truly no help for it. Who could have imagined I would come to such a wretched state?" The divine horse Jang Gapeibu comforted him: "Better than a hundred offerings of fodder and water is the joy of meeting you today. In the past, when you, hero Gyatsa, rode me, I displayed my gait to people, and you displayed your martial prowess to enemies. Your weight was no different from the Great Lion King's; I felt your solid presence. But today you are so light on my back, lighter than a woolen saddle blanket. Who could have imagined you would become like this?" Saying this, tears streamed down. The hawk replied: "Though I am on you now, I feel only sorrow and grief. My claws might cause you pain—how can this be good?" With that, it flew up and settled again on the Bonkhang. Gesar said: "Brother! Please come to me. Let us speak of our parting. I swear by the Three Jewels, I will never harm you with bow and arrow again. If you do not come to your younger brother, I will suffer more than dying nine times over!" He then cast aside the bow and arrows that had made his brother uneasy. The hawk urgently advised: "Younger brother, this is the main road of Hor. How can you cast aside your bow and arrows? You must keep your weapons ready at all times." As he spoke, he flew down and landed on the cushion before Gesar. He continued: "Meeting you today brings me great joy. Since being reborn as a hawk, from morning till night, I am often filled with rage, killing the sparrows that are the reborn Hor soldiers, feeding on their flesh and blood. Killing a large sparrow is like killing a great Sinba; killing a small sparrow is like killing a Hor soldier. I kill many every day, yet I cannot exterminate them all. In idle moments, I feel heavy-hearted and depressed. I wanted to return to Ling, but feared my appearance would become a laughingstock for villains, especially bringing greater sorrow to Rousa and her child, so I did not go. Later, while chasing sparrows, I met a gray eagle that had flown from Ling. I asked it for news of Ling, and it said you had not yet returned. I asked how many bird companions it had; it said it had many, but for some reason they all remained soaring above the high-walled city shimmering with rainbow light, while it had returned alone. I guessed the eagle did not recognize you, and the rainbow light over the city might be an omen of your return. From that day, I felt much happier. Especially this morning, seeing your golden helmet, I was overjoyed and landed on your precious bow, just to see your true form! How happy we were together in the past. Who would have thought that today we meet—you as a man, I as a bird, and the divine horse Jang Gapeibu—in three different forms? That the noble Great Lion King has such an ugly brother is truly sorrowful!" Hearing Gyatsa's heartfelt words, Gesar could only utter "Brother..." before tears streamed down his face, choking his speech. When he calmed somewhat, he said: "Though I am a divine son who saves the people, I could not save my own brother!" He broke down weeping again. The hawk said: "In the past, when we three brothers lived in the divine city, you sat on the golden throne, and I and our younger brother Maerle sat on either side, singing joyful songs—how blissful it was. Later, when you went to Northern Yarkang, everyone saw you off with banners waving, helmet plumes fluttering, music playing, offering farewell toasts. Now you return from the north to find our homeland made wretched by the White Tent thief colluding with Chao Tong. I wish I could offer you a welcoming cup of wine, but I cannot. Had I not died, I would surely have gone to Yaze City and slain the White Tent thief with my own hands, but now it is impossible!" Gesar said: "You and our brother Maerle, with unfulfilled aspirations, gave your lives for the country—what a great loss for Ling Gabu! Otherwise, we three brothers together could have severely punished Hor, and you would not have to grieve so. When I went north before, you were like a bright, full moon, guarding the sacred capital, looked up to by the tribespeople. Even far from home, knowing you were there brought me peace and warmth. But now, brother..." His tears flowed like a spring. The hawk also sighed deeply: "Enough, say no more. Dwelling on this will only deepen our sorrow. Tell me in detail about subduing the Demon King Lutsan and why it took so long. I truly wish to hear." Gesar, also feeling the conversation had become too sorrowful, recounted his experiences in the demon kingdom one by one. The two brothers and the chestnut horse shared many more memories, both joyful and painful, and spent the night by the Bonkhang. That night, the hawk, fearing the disaster-bird Gangga Raosang might harm the king, kept vigil by his pillow until dawn. Gesar thought, if he did not eliminate this disaster-bird, his brother would live in constant fear. So he stayed there for three days. Parting Vows and the Path Forward On the morning of the third day, as Gesar prepared to depart, he said to the hawk: "This meeting of ours has brought boundless joy and happiness. I will surely heed your words, exterminate the Hor butchers, slay the White Tent thief with my own hands to avenge you and our fallen brothers, and leave a praiseworthy legend for the black-headed people. I hope you will not cling to this hawk's form but soon be reborn in a sacred pure land." The hawk replied: "When I died, I made three fierce vows: If I cannot eat the White Tent thief's heart raw, drink a mouthful of his blood, and retrieve my helmet plume for cremation, I would rather remain a hawk forever!" Gesar said: "Very well, brother. When I place a saddle on the White Tent King's neck, I will send the chestnut horse, transformed into a white egret, to bring you word. Then your wishes shall be fulfilled. Until then, please stay by the left side of the Bonkhang and do not wander far. As for destroying the White Tent King of Hor, have no doubt—it will be done." With these words, he bid farewell to his brother and continued on his way. The hawk accompanied him for a long stretch of the road before turning back, filled with melancholy.

The time and route for the horse race had been decided, and everyone in the Ling tribe now knew about it. But what about Joru, who had been exiled? Steward Wang constantly worried about Joru and his mother, Gyacha often dreamed of meeting his younger brother, and the people of Ling also hoped for their return. K i n g G e s a r of Tibet The Legend from ling King Gesar (about 1038-1119 AD) was a legendary Tibetan hero who was born in Dege County, Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. Later generations called him King Gesar of Ling. According to legend, King Gesar is also the incarnation of the Guru Rinpoche and his wisdom, compassion and power. Chapter 16: The Pearl Maiden Shows Gratitude and Searches for Joru and His Mother, The Divine Son Transforms to Test the Maiden's HearT The Search for Joru and His Mother Begins The time and route for the horse race had been decided, and everyone in the Ling tribe now knew about it. But what about Joru, who had been exiled? Chief Steward constantly worried about Joru and his mother, Gyatsa often dreamed of meeting his younger brother, and the people of Ling also hoped for their return. Most importantly, Joru needed to know about the race so he could return, participate, and claim the throne. But who could be sent to deliver this message? Without the right person, Joru and his mother would never return. And if Joru didn’t come back, who could defeat Chao Tong and expose his scheme? The old chief steward was deeply troubled and couldn’t think of the right person to send. While he was racking his brain, Gyatsa and Danma came to see him. The steward thought, “Perhaps they have an idea?” Indeed, Gyatsa and Danma had come to offer a suggestion. They said that the only person who could successfully bring Joru and his mother back was Sangjang Zumu, the Pearl Maiden. The chief steward’s eyes lit up with excitement. Why hadn’t he thought of this before? He immediately instructed Gyatsa to go to the Gyalo family and explain the situation to Sangjang Zumu. She must be persuaded to invite Joru back. A Plan to Bring Joru Home Gyatsa and Danma arrived at the Gyalo family’s pasture and met Sangjang Zumu and her father, Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen. The father and daughter were already talking about the upcoming horse race. Dunpa Kyenzen said, “Joru and his mother were never in the wrong. They should never have been exiled from Ling. Now, at this critical moment, it is the right time for them to return.” Zumu’s thoughts wandered to the past, and she remembered the role she had played in Joru’s exile. She had once witnessed Joru transforming into a ferocious, man-eating figure and had reported it to Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen. This led to the exile of Joru and his mother. Ever since then, Zumu had felt guilty, regretting her actions. She thought, “If I hadn’t reported what I saw, they would never have been banished. But what’s done is done—nothing can change the past.” She silently prayed, “Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen, please send the right person to bring Joru and his mother back. If Joru doesn’t return, Chao Tong will win the race, and I will have no choice but to marry him. But Chao Tong is despicable—how can I marry such a man?” Zumu, the reincarnation of the White Tara Goddess, was noble, honest, clever, and brave. She was loyal and virtuous, with a strong sense of morality. She was admired throughout Ling for her beauty, intelligence, and kindness. Her slender figure was like a graceful bamboo, her face as radiant as the full moon, and her eyes as clear as crystal water. She was adorned with exquisite jewelry, including amber, turquoise, coral, and sapphire, and wore robes of fine silk trimmed with otter fur. Her every movement exuded grace and elegance, and she was regarded as a flawless gem. Zumu Sets Off for Joru and Faces Challenges Zumu’s hair was parted neatly on both sides, with a phoenix-shaped braid rising in the middle. To keep her thick hair in place, she wore rare amber on the right side, while turquoise and coral ornaments tied her small braids securely. Around her neck, she wore a dazzling cat’s-eye necklace adorned with red coral beads, green turquoise prayer beads, and a ruby-encrusted protection amulet. On her wrist were sapphire bracelets, and her fingers bore golden rings that shone like sunlight. She wore a cloak made of brocade trimmed with otter fur, and her silk boots were embroidered with three rainbows. Zumu’s natural beauty, enhanced by her luxurious attire and radiant jewelry, made her appear more stunning than ever. She outshone blooming lotuses, and even the sun and moon seemed dim in her presence. Her beauty was so captivating that even ascetics might feel desire, and even the King of Hell would submit to her. This is why the Ling tribe had chosen her as the prize for the horse race—her allure was undeniable. For the heroes of Ling, regardless of status or age, the desire to win Zumu far surpassed the desire for the throne or treasures. When Gyatsa and Danma arrived, Zumu and her father, Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen, warmly welcomed them. After hearing their purpose, Danma, fearing that Zumu might refuse, brought up the reason for Joru and his mother’s exile, which made Dunpa lower his head in silence and left Zumu feeling ashamed. Sensing the awkwardness, Gyatsa comforted them, saying: “There’s an old saying: ‘It’s better to give treasures to the river than to let them fall into the hands of enemies.’ At this critical moment in the fight for the throne, we must bring Joru back. He is a saintly warrior and will surely defeat Chao Tong and win the prize. Only then can the people of the Tibetan region be free from disaster, and only then will Zumu find peace of mind. Right now, only Zumu can bring Joru and his mother back—they will trust no one else.” Gyatsa’s words made sense, and Dunpa nodded repeatedly in agreement. Zumu, deeply moved, looked up at Gyatsa and said: “Great hero of Ling, Gyatsa, brother of Joru, do you know the pain in my heart? Since the day Joru was exiled, I have known no joy—only sorrow. Even the six holy remedies cannot cure the pain in my heart. If my journey can bring Joru back, I will risk my life to succeed.” Gyatsa and Danma were surprised by Zumu’s immediate and heartfelt agreement. They were moved by her sincerity and devotion, and they blessed her, wishing her great success on her journey. The First Test of Zumu's Courage The next day, Zumu, like an angel, rode her beloved horse, Zhomichongru, bringing along the supplies and food she needed for the journey. Alone, she set off for the Mamey region. At the same time, Joru, who was living in Mamey, had a premonition that Zumu would be arriving. He said to his mother, Guomu: "Mother, today Sangjang Zumu from the Gyalo family is coming to our house. I must go meet her." Before his mother could respond, Joru had already vanished. That day, as Zumu rode through the eastern valley of Bari Mountain, she found herself in a desolate wilderness. The vast expanse was eerily quiet, and there was no sign of human life. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and Zumu thought the weather was about to change. She urged her horse to move faster. Out of nowhere, a man dressed in black on a black horse appeared, as if he had flown from the heavens or risen from the earth. He held a black spear and blocked her path. The man said nothing but gazed intently at Zumu. He studied her beauty in detail: her delicate body was as graceful as a bamboo reed, her face glowed like the rising moon, her rosy cheeks looked as though they had been painted, and her large, watery eyes stared back at him in terror. Her long, glossy black hair was adorned with amber, turquoise, and coral ornaments. Around her neck hung a necklace of agate beads and a ruby-encrusted protection amulet. Her wrists sparkled with sapphire bracelets, and her fingers wore rings of gleaming gold. Her maroon robe, trimmed with otter fur, and her silk boots, embroidered with rainbow-like patterns, completed her stunning appearance. The man’s face was dark as coal, and his eyes bulged like copper bells. His fierce and terrifying expression made Zumu’s soul nearly leave her body. Yet, to her surprise, the man didn’t attack or say anything; he simply continued to stare at her. It was puzzling. Zumu steadied herself and was just about to speak when the man finally broke the silence: "If you don’t know this place, It is the Jewel Valley of Jiaqing. If you don’t know who I am, I am Bari Nima Genzan, renowned and feared. My left side is iron, my right side is copper, My arms are bronze, my body is steel, my head is gold. I eat the flesh of my enemies as food, Drink their blood as wine, Take their treasures as spoils of war. Whatever I say, I do, Mercy is a concept I do not know. Oh, beautiful maiden, Your figure is as graceful as a celestial goddess, Your adornments sparkle like stars. Wealth and beauty rarely come together, So why are they both found in you? Which noble family do you come from? Which clan is your husband’s? It seems we are destined to meet, Otherwise, why would fate bring us together here? Here are three paths for you to choose: The best option is to become my wife, And keep your precious jewelry with you. The second option is to become my lover, But you must leave your horse and ornaments behind. The worst option is to return home naked. These are your choices. Decide." Hearing these words, Zumu was certain she could not escape. She thought to herself, “How can a virtuous maiden become the wife of a bandit?” She resolved to die rather than submit. Oddly, this thought gave her courage, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the end. However, after some time, nothing happened. When she opened her eyes, the man was still staring at her, motionless. Zumu’s will to live rekindled, and she said to the bandit: "If you want my jewelry, you can have it. If you want my ornaments, take them. But my horse is not yours to take. I cannot be your lover, and I will never be your wife. If you are truly a man of honor, Please show mercy to a helpless woman. I have an important task to complete—I must bring Joru back." As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks. Bari Nima Genzan almost laughed out loud. He softened his tone, as though comforting a child, and said: "Alright, alright, I won’t take you away, beautiful maiden. However, you must deliver the treasures you promised me here on the morning of the seventh day. For now, I’ll let you go. But to prove your honesty, you must give me the gold ring on your hand." He then asked her: "You mentioned Joru in your song. Who is this Joru? Is he a beast, or perhaps just livestock?" Zumu replied: "He is a man. The people of Ling mock him, calling him names like 'Joru,' 'Rat-Eater,' 'Sniveling Brat,' and 'Crooked Neck.' He is peculiar—worship him as a god, and he becomes a demon; place him among demons, and he resents the gods. He rejoices when the rich starve and laughs when heroes are bitten by dogs. Though born of noble blood, the son of King Senlun, He has become a beggar by choice, abandoning his fortune. He fights mice for grass and eats ginseng fruit to survive. He is my mission; I am here to bring him back." She then removed her gold ring and handed it to Bari Nima Genzan, agreeing to meet him in the same place seven days later. They parted ways. Encounters with the Handsome Stranger Joru held the gold ring in his hand, thinking to himself: "This is the first meeting gift between me, the Great Lion King Gesar, and Queen Zumu. I must treasure it." Once the black-clad man and his black horse disappeared without a trace, Zumu continued her journey. The sky cleared, and the desolate wilderness vanished. In its place, she saw seven figures atop a sand hill known as the Seven Sand Mountains. After the fright she had just endured, Zumu was overjoyed to finally see people. She urged her horse forward, hoping to meet them. As she approached, she saw seven men and their horses resting. The leader of the group reclined leisurely against a large rock, while the others were busy unpacking supplies, boiling water, and preparing food. Zumu’s eyes fell upon the leader, and she froze in her tracks. He was the most handsome young man she had ever seen. His skin was smooth and fair like the flesh of a conch shell, his cheeks glowed as though brushed with rouge, and his attire was luxurious. His posture was dignified, and he sat there smiling pleasantly, as if he hadn’t noticed Zumu’s presence. Zumu’s heart was captivated by the sight of this beautiful youth. She forgot her purpose, her mission, and even herself. She stood there, staring at him with wide eyes, unable to move or speak. The young man, however, seemed completely oblivious to her. He played idly with a piece of dry grass in his hand and paid no attention to the renowned beauty of Ling who stood before him. After what felt like an eternity, Zumu snapped out of her trance. She felt a wave of humiliation unlike anything she had ever experienced. In this young man’s presence, she felt less significant than the piece of grass he held. Embarrassed, she turned her horse to leave. Just as she was about to go, the young man spoke: "If you don’t know who I am, I am Borga, a minister of Jaga. I am passing through here on my way to Ling to propose marriage." Hearing these words, Zumu halted. "A marriage proposal? Who is this young man planning to marry?" Her heart raced, and her face flushed. This did not escape Borga’s notice. He said teasingly: "I’ve heard of Sangjang Zumu’s beauty, And of Dunpa Kyenzen’s wealth. I wonder if the rumors are true, And if I might marry her." Hearing this, Zumu’s earlier feelings of inferiority vanished. She touched her coral hair ornament and golden amulet, thinking, "So my reputation has spread even to Jaga! Even they know of Zumu of Ling. Thankfully, the bandit didn’t take my jewelry earlier—only my gold ring. But that’s no matter." She straightened her posture and lifted her head proudly, listening as the handsome minister continued: "An ideal woman is like a goddess, Blessed with fortune and longevity. An average woman is like the moon, Her favor waxing and waning with power. A lowly woman is like a sharp blade, Skilled in stirring conflict and hatred. An ideal woman is like a good medicine, Beneficial to all who know her. An average woman is like crystal, Her value depends on the circumstances. A lowly woman is like a poisonous flower, Deceitful and unfaithful to her partner. There are more women than grass on the mountains, But a true companion is rarer than gold. I don’t lack gold; I lack a soulmate. Oh, maiden, I have traveled far to this place. Oh, maiden, I don’t want Zumu—I only want you!" Zumu’s Joy and Sorrow Zumu felt both joy and sorrow. She was flattered that her beauty had captivated this proud prince, but she was also disheartened—"Are all men so fickle, falling for one woman after another? He doesn’t even know who I am, yet he’s ready to abandon Zumu for me. What a handsome yet unfaithful man!" Her sadness, however, was quickly overwhelmed by her pride. She could hardly contain herself. Though she tried to hide her delight, her eyes sparkled with affection. She felt proud of her beauty and thrilled by the young man’s admiration. Her restraint melted away, and she smiled openly, saying in a confident tone: "Atop the Seven Sand Mountains of Mamey, Stands a treasure of the white stone cliffs, Known as the magnificent spirit vulture With six full wings—that is me. Midway down the Seven Sand Mountains of Mamey, Lies a treasure of the snowy peaks, Known as the majestic white lion With a lush green mane—that is me. At the base of the Seven Sand Mountains of Mamey, Stands the treasure of Ling, Known as the radiant and graceful Zumu, Her youthful beauty gathered in one being—that is me. Swans live in the sacred Mapham Lake, And would never abandon their waters. Minister, if you long for Sangjang Zumu, How could you let her go so easily? Zumu has become the prize of Ling’s horse race. Whoever has the swiftest steed may win her hand. If you cannot compete in the race, Even paving the ground with gold won’t win Zumu. Bamboo from the southern forests, Feathers of the white-headed vulture— Their strength depends on the glue binding them, And harmony makes them fit for a quiver. Clear water from the Tibetan highlands, Red flowers from Jaga’s southern fields— Their fragrance depends on the temperature of the water, And harmony makes them a divine elixir. Minister Borga of iaga, If you wish to marry Zumu, You must come to Ling and compete in the horse race. Only the victor may claim me as his bride." Zumu Proves Her Identity After hearing Zumu’s words, the Jaga minister seemed doubtful that this woman before him was truly the famous Sangjang Zumu. He asked suspiciously, "A stranger’s face is unfamiliar. How will you prove that you are Zumu?" Zumu hesitated briefly, then brought out the longevity wine she had prepared for Joru. The bottle was sealed with the wax stamp of the Gyalo family, making it the perfect proof of her identity. The Jaga minister saw the wine bottle and said, "I must taste this wine to believe you." To prove her words, Zumu opened the bottle without hesitation. She intended to pour a small amount into a cup for him to taste, but to her surprise, the wine seemed enchanted. It flowed straight into the Jaga minister’s mouth, leaving not a single drop behind. Zumu was astonished. She had only meant for him to take a sip and then return the bottle, but now it was empty. Was this a sign from the heavens, blessing their union? A Test of Zumu’s Loyalty The Jaga minister drank the wine, and his cheeks became rosier, his youthful glow even brighter. He looked more handsome than ever. Declaring his intentions, he said, "I must leave immediately to compete in the horse race. I will win—I am certain of it. But I don’t want the throne or wealth; I only want Zumu. Once I win her, I’ll bring her back to Jaga. The Jaga palace is far better than anything in Ling." Zumu was enchanted by this beautiful young man. She leaned close to him and whispered sweet words of love. To ensure they would never forget this moment, they carved a mark into a large rock nearby. The minister placed a crystal bracelet on Zumu’s wrist, and Zumu tied a white silk ribbon with nine knots as a keepsake for him. They promised to meet again at the horse race before reluctantly parting ways. What Zumu didn’t know was that the black bandit she had met earlier and the Jaga minister she had just parted from were both Joru in disguise, testing her faithfulness. And she had fallen for it. Zumu's Shocking Encounter with Joru's Illusions Zumu crossed a small mountain, only to see another one of similar size ahead. What frightened her was the scene on the slope—countless burrows of tailless rats, and in front of each burrow sat a figure that looked exactly like Joru. Terrified by this bizarre sight, Zumu froze, unable to move forward. She hid behind a large boulder to collect herself. After a while, she peeked out and saw that all of Joru's duplicates had vanished. There was now only one Joru, busy skinning a large tailless rat. Gathering her courage, Zumu stepped out from behind the rock and shouted "Joru!" three times. Joru looked at her frightened expression and remembered her affectionate words to the Jaga minister. He decided to punish her as a lesson. Pretending to mistake her for a ghost, he picked up a stone-throwing device and chanted: "Welcome to Mamey, Where tailless rats run wild. The land belongs to the rats, And the power to demons. Since Joru arrived here, He has ruled the fates of demons. Joru is the sworn enemy of rats, And all ghostly creatures are subdued. Ghost maiden, why have you come to Mamey? I'll knock out your teeth, Rip out your hair, And banish your soul beyond the mountains. Then you'll know Joru's power!" With that, Joru flung a handful of dirt at Zumu. Magically, her teeth fell out, her hair was torn away, and her head became bald and shiny like a brass bowl. Overwhelmed by pain and humiliation, Zumu collapsed onto the ground, crying bitterly. Joru ignored her and walked back home. He told his mother, Guomu, "Mother! Zumu has arrived at our home. She was surrounded by fierce ghosts and demons, but I’ve subdued them all. Now she’s crying by a large rock outside." In reality, Joru had performed this act to cleanse Zumu of any ill fortune and negative energy before welcoming her into their home. But Zumu had no idea and felt deeply wronged. Guomu’s Consolation and Joru’s Plan When Guomu heard that Zumu had arrived, her heart was filled with both joy and concern. Hearing that Zumu was crying, she rushed to her side and found her sobbing uncontrollably. Zumu recounted the hardships she had faced on her journey, including losing her teeth and hair because of Joru. Guomu looked at her pitiful state and felt sympathy for her. She scolded Joru in her heart while comforting Zumu: "My dear child, don’t be sad. Come with me to our home. My mischievous Joru loves to show off his powers. These small injuries are nothing to worry about! I’ll have him restore your beauty, and you’ll look even better than before." Guomu helped Zumu into their home. When Joru saw her, he pretended to be surprised and said: "Oh my! So it was Zumu who came! I thought it was a ghost. How silly of me! But since you’ve come, why didn’t you come straight to the house? Why were you shouting outside so loudly? If you didn’t want to see me, why did you come to Mamey at all? And if you had just said 'I am Zumu,’ none of this would’ve happened!" Zumu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She explained everything, including the command from the Chief Steward to bring Joru and his mother back to Ling for the horse race. She said: "The Chief Steward ordered General Gyatsa to find you and your mother to compete in the horse race and win the prize. I traveled all this way without fear of demons or hardship. But you mistook me for a ghost and made me look worse than one! How can I return to Ling now? How can I face anyone?" Hearing this, Joru chuckled to himself. "Return to Ling? She probably just doesn’t want to see that handsome Jaga minister anymore," Joru Restores Zumu’s Beauty After hearing Zumu’s plea and seeing her pitiful state, Joru couldn’t bear to tease her further. He said seriously, “Restoring your beauty is not difficult, and I can even make you more beautiful than before. However, there’s one thing I need you to do for me first.” “Don’t just say one thing—even if it’s ten or a hundred, I’ll do it!” Zumu was desperate to rid herself of her ghostly appearance. Joru continued, “This task is not easy. I need to participate in the horse race, but I don’t have a suitable horse.” Zumu replied quickly, “That’s not an issue. Your father’s stables have a hundred fine horses. Just pick one!” Joru chuckled and said, “Among my father’s hundred horses, is there any that can rival Chao Tong’s famous Jade Horse?” At this, Zumu hesitated. “Well… no…” Joru smiled. “The horse I need is not among my father’s herd. It’s a one-of-a-kind treasure, a divine steed neither tame nor truly wild. It resides in the herd of a hundred wild horses. Only my mother, Guomu, and you can capture it. No one else can.” Joru looked at Zumu with hopeful eyes and said, “So, I need your help.” Zumu, though not timid by nature, felt unsure of her abilities. “A wild horse… me… am I capable of this?” Joru reassured her, “You can do it! Horses can understand human words. If you can’t catch it, call out to my brothers, and they will use the Sun-and-Moon Divine Rope to help you.” Zumu nodded, though her heart was still uneasy. She agreed to help. With Zumu’s promise, Joru immediately began the ritual to restore her beauty. He entered a deep meditative state, clearing his mind of all distractions. Following ancient traditions for blessings and prosperity, he chanted a sacred song to summon the gods and bestow their blessings upon Zumu: "Oh gods of the thirty-three heavens, Come today to help me, Joru! My elder brother, Dongchung Garbu, the phoenix-headed god, Full of joy and laughter, Lives in the celestial realm. Gather the radiance of divine maidens, And grant Zumu unparalleled beauty! My younger brother, Longshu Weichung, the dragon-bodied deity, In his crystal palace, Residing in the depths below, Bring forth the voices of dragon maidens, And grant Zumu a silver tongue! My sister, Taqin Egajin, the eagle-feathered goddess, With her enchanting eyes, Dwelling in the space between heaven and earth, Bring fortune and blessings from all lands, And grant Zumu wisdom and grace! Divine protectors, Zunya Longda and guardians Wilma, Hear my call today. Let Zumu’s face shine brighter than the moon, Her beauty surpassing the lotus flower! Let her hair flow like black silk, And her voice echo like sweet melodies. Let her beauty conquer all who see her, And let her be the pride of Ling!" When Joru finished his chant, he gently touched Zumu’s head and face. Instantly, her hair grew back, thick and glossy like a raven’s feathers. Her teeth were restored, white and flawless. Her face became radiant like the moon, and she appeared even more beautiful than before. Guomu handed Zumu a mirror. Seeing her reflection, Zumu blushed and shyly covered her face, overwhelmed by her restored beauty. Zumu’s Final Trial in Joru’s Home After recovering from her initial shock, Zumu began to observe her surroundings. She noticed that Joru and his mother lived in a small tent patched together with rags. The inside of the tent was dirty and smelled unpleasant. Zumu felt extremely out of place and stood outside, hesitant to step inside. Joru noticed her reluctance. Without saying a word, he glanced up at the sky and summoned the Eight Dragon Kings. Thunder roared, lightning struck, and hailstones began to fall. The heavens and earth seemed to merge in chaos, and Zumu had no choice but to rush into the small tent for shelter. Once Zumu was inside, Joru stopped the storm and brought out food for her. He prepared a feast of tailless rat meat and ginseng fruit, ingredients blessed by divine forces. Zumu, exhausted from her long journey and the many trials she had endured, was starving. She didn’t bother to ask what kind of food it was. Without hesitation, she devoured everything Joru had set before her. In no time, the plates were empty. But soon after, her stomach began to churn uncomfortably. She vomited everything she had eaten, covering the tent with foul-smelling waste. Joru remained calm. Despite the mess, his actions had a deeper purpose. Through this ritual of purging and cleansing, Joru was preparing Zumu to become part of his life. From this day forward, the land around their home would prosper, and its people would thrive.

The grand horse race was about to begin. The beautiful and lively Malong Grassland was filled with a festive atmosphere. The cuckoos were singing, the larks were chirping, the sky was as blue as a sapphire, and the clouds were as white as silk. The flowers bloomed red, the grass turned green, and the grassland seemed even more expansive than usual. K i n g G e s a r of Tibet The Legend from ling King Gesar (about 1038-1119 AD) was a legendary Tibetan hero who was born in Dege County, Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. Later generations called him King Gesar of Ling. According to legend, King Gesar is also the incarnation of the Guru Rinpoche and his wisdom, compassion and power. Chapter 20: The Horse Racing Festival: Heroes Display Their Might, Seven Women Harbor Different Intentions The Grand Horse Race Begins The grand horse race was about to begin. The beautiful and lively Malong Grassland was filled with a festive atmosphere. The cuckoos were singing, the larks were chirping, the sky was as blue as a sapphire, and the clouds were as white as silk. The flowers bloomed red, the grass turned green, and the grassland seemed even more expansive than usual. The Datang Chamao gathering site was packed with people, as crowded as a sea of heads. Young girls wore their most beloved dresses—ones they rarely wore—and laughed, played, and chased each other like blooming flowers. Even the elderly fathers and mothers, who usually walked hunched over, wore brand-new clothes, stood tall with cheerful smiles, and reminisced about their youthful days, suddenly looking much younger. However, the most eye-catching figures at the event were the heroes and warriors participating in the horse race. Look! Leading the group was the eldest son of the Seba family of the Upper Ling, accompanied by his nine brothers. They were like fierce tigers descending from the mountains. All the brothers wore yellow silk robes and rode horses with yellow saddles. Under the sunlight, they looked luxurious and dazzling. Next was the Wenbu family of the Middle Ling, led by their eight great heroes. They were like snow falling to the ground, their white silk robes and white saddles gleaming like silver under the sun. Then came the Mujang family of the Lower Ling, led by their seven warriors. They were like a stormy sky filled with rain clouds. Their dark blue silk robes and blue saddles shone like crystal under the sunlight. Beyond them were the warriors of the Right Wing, the Left Wing, and the eighteen tribes of Darong, including the Darwu Mutso Mabu Tribe, the wealthy Gyalo family, and the Yin Mountain and Yang Mountain of the Danma Valley. Everyone wore colorful silk robes and saddles, and everyone was full of pride and ambition. No one doubted their chances of victory, and no one thought they wouldn't claim the throne. Each prayed to the gods, firmly believing that the gods would favor them. Look at Darong's leader, King Chao Tong, along with his son Dongzan and the warriors of the eighteen Darong tribes. They held their heads high, confident in their victory. To them, the prophecy of the horse race was a divine revelation from the Hayagriva to Chao Tong. They believed the gods were protecting them. With the Jade horse, the fastest horse in Ling Gabu, they thought no other horse could surpass it. The Darong tribe had already claimed the throne in their hearts, considering the race a mere formality. The Rival Lineages and Joru’s Arrival The elder brothers of the Senior lineage, who belonged to the senior branch of the family, believed they couldn’t let their status as the first branch be diminished. They thought, “If the gods are just, they will grant the throne to the senior branch.” Full of confidence, they prepared themselves with great excitement. The brothers of the Middle lineage, who were part of the middle branch, felt that they had been overlooked in the past. They saw this horse race as a chance to claim the throne and bring honor to their branch. The eight great heroes of the Middle lineage had trained their horses until their coats gleamed like polished jade, ready to run across the grass like the wind. As for the Junior lineage, led by Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen, they were confident in their destiny despite their lower standing. Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen often recalled the prophecy made twelve years ago by Master Pema Tochin, which stated that this horse race was meant for Joru to win. He believed that Joru was destined to ascend the throne honorably. They didn’t believe in Chao Tong’s prophecy about the Hayagriva, nor did they boast and shout like Chao Tong and Dongzan. Unlike the senior and middle lineages, who were vain and competitive, they quietly prepared, confident that the throne belonged to their branch and that only Joru was worthy of marrying Zumu as queen. But where was Joru? Why hadn’t he arrived yet? Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen and Gyatsa scanned the area anxiously, and the brothers of Qiongjue also searched nervously for Joru. “Joru is here!” someone in the crowd called out. The crowd stirred with excitement. Finally, someone had appeared who could rival Dongzan and the Jade horse. Zumu joined her sisters, secretly delighted. She thought, “The Joru appearing before everyone today will no longer be the poor boy of the past but a noble, dignified, and grand Joru — my future husband and the King of Ling Gabu.” Thinking this, Zumu raised her head slightly, radiating the composure of a proud princess and future queen. But when Zumu looked at Joru, she froze in shock. She rubbed her eyes, doubting her vision, but it was indeed Joru. However, he looked entirely different from what she had expected. He wore a tattered, ill-fitting sheepskin hat with a wide brim, an old, torn calfskin jacket with fraying edges, and red boots so worn that his toes stuck out. Even the golden saddle and silver stirrups on his horse were broken and shabby. He didn’t look like a competitor in the race but rather a beggar. The Juior lineage’s brothers were immediately disappointed upon seeing Joru’s disheveled appearance. They walked away with slumped shoulders, keeping their distance from Joru as if afraid his bad luck might rub off on them. Only Gyatsa and Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen remained calm. They understood that, despite his appearance, Joru was destined to take the throne of Ling Gabu. Yet they said nothing, quietly waiting for the race to begin. Zumu, however, was heartbroken. She couldn’t believe that this ragged beggar was supposed to be her husband. She felt like crying, especially when she saw Joru’s hunched back and awkward demeanor. Just then, a bee flew near her ear and sang softly. Suddenly, Zumu smiled, her expression bright and beautiful. She realized that the Joru before her was merely another one of his transformations. In her impatience, she had forgotten about Joru’s ability to change forms. Chao Tong, on the other hand, was thrilled to see Joru in such a state. He thought, “This is perfect! I have no opponent now. The Darong family no longer needs to worry about losing the throne to Joru.” Feeling both pleased and relieved, Chao Tong was unusually friendly toward Joru on the racecourse. He grew even more convinced that the prophecy of the Hayagriva was true. Confident and arrogant, he shouted to the Qiongjue brothers, who looked dejected, “Brothers, get ready! Cheer up! The horse race is about to begin.” His tone was filled with pride and triumph. After all, seeing Joru’s embarrassing state and Chao Tong’s smug expression, everyone believed that the day’s winner could only be Chao Tong. The Race Begins and the Dream Conversation At the base of Ayudi Mountain, the warriors lined up side by side, neither ahead nor behind. A long ceremonial horn sounded, announcing the start of the race. One by one, the magnificent horses surged forward like rolling clouds, galloping across the grasslands. Very soon, Ling Gabu’s thirty renowned heroes took the lead: Seba, Wenbu, and Mujang. Known as the "Three Tigers" within the region and the "Hawk, Eagle, and Wolf" to outsiders, they were the heart, eyes, and soul of Ling Gabu, its pillars and beams. Their horses didn’t just run—they flew. Led by Gyatsa, the seven warriors of Ling Gabu were the protectors of the people, celebrated as the seven champions of the land. Commanding an army of 700,000, they were like seven golden mountains, capable of carrying the weight of the earth. Their horses galloped ceaselessly, like rainbows dancing in the sky. At the forefront of strategy and heritage were the four uncles, led by Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen. These wise and knowledgeable elders were the decision-makers for Ling Gabu’s major affairs and the guardians of ancestral traditions. Like the four great rivers of Mount Gangdise, they nourished the land like dewdrops of wisdom. Their horses soared into the sky like wild winds sweeping across the fields. Led by Angqiong Yuye Meiduo, the thirteen young warriors of Ling Gabu formed the army's core strength. They were like thirteen divine arrows, powerful weapons against demonic enemies. Their thirteen horses moved like swirling clouds, roaring like thunder as they charged forward. Meanwhile, columns of smoke rose from Ludi Mountain like misty clouds, enveloping the vibrant racecourse with a mysterious air. On Ludi Mountain, thirteen sacred temples were filled with people offering incense to the gods. Fragrant smoke from cedar and a special wood called “sang” filled the sky. Butter lamps surrounded the sacred altar, their flickering flames creating an enchanting, dreamlike atmosphere. The sound of conch shells echoed as people prostrated themselves, murmuring prayers to the gods and guardians, singing praises to the god of war. The Seven Sisters and Laichong’s Dream On Ladi Mountain, the spectators watching the horse race were just as tense as the competitors. Even the usually lively Seven Sisters were wide-eyed with nervousness, afraid to miss the smallest change in the race. Among the gatherings of Ling Gabu, the Seven Sisters were known for their impeccable style, and no one dressed better than them. But it wasn’t just their beautiful clothes that caught people’s attention—it was their graceful figures, radiant charm, and captivating demeanor. Whenever they appeared, they immediately became the center of attention. Yet the sisters didn’t mind; in fact, they seemed to enjoy being admired. As the horses galloped farther away, Laichong Lugu Chaya suddenly remembered something. She leaned over and whispered to Zumu, “Sister Zumu, I had a dream last night. I dreamed that…” “Don’t whisper! If you have something to say, say it out loud so we can all hear!” Zhulo Baiga Nazhe teased Laichong with a smile. “Yes, tell us!” The other girls gathered closer, their curiosity piqued. Unable to see the race clearly, they returned to their lively and playful nature. “Alright!” Laichong said with a mischievous grin, her bright eyes sparkling. Feeling proud to have everyone’s attention, she began to sing: "Gyalo, Eluo, and Zhulo— With wealth, they’re the Three Uncles. Without wealth, they’re the Three Servant Boys. Zumu, Laichong, and Nazhe— With wealth, they’re the Three Sisters. Without wealth, they’re the Three Maidservants." The girls burst into laughter at Laichong’s teasing song. Laichong’s Dream and Chao Mu Cuo’s Outburst “No one wants to hear that,” Nazhe said, looking annoyed. “Laichong, didn’t you say you had a dream last night? Tell us about it,” Zumu said, not interested in Laichong’s playful rhymes. “Don’t be so impatient! I have to teach you something first, and then I’ll tell you my story!” Laichong replied mischievously. She then began to sing again: "Last night in my sweet dreams, I saw the golden land of Malong. A giant eagle and dragon played in the sky, Lions and tigers raced on the ground, Elephants marched with great strength, And the rainbow arch was even more beautiful. I saw a hero fly into the heavens, With power to shake the earth. He neither reached the sky’s peak Nor touched the ground, suspended in mid-air. I saw in the ancient heavenly lake, The sun and thick clouds competing. Though clouds floated in the sky, The sun’s rays shone across the heavens. I, Laichong, wish for the sun’s warmth, Bringing joy and comfort to all." When Laichong finished singing, she closed her mouth and fell silent. “That’s it?” asked Chao Mu Cuo, Chao Tong’s daughter. Laichong nodded, not wanting to say more. “What does it mean?” Chaomu Cuo asked, clearly confused. Not only was she puzzled, but the other girls shook their heads as well. Only Zumu, her mind as clear as a mirror, smiled quietly, keeping her thoughts to herself. “Who can explain my dream?” Laichong asked dramatically, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll try!” said Yuzhen, Chief Steward’s daughter. Unlike Chaomu Cuo’s naivety or Laichong’s playful nature, Yuzhen was quick-witted and sharp. Looking around at her sisters, she began to sing: "The Senior lineage’s spirit clings to the eagle, The Middle lineage’s spirit clings to the dragon, The Junior lineage’s spirit clings to the lion, Darong’s spirit clings to the tiger. The brothers’ spirits cling to the elephant, If their courage can soar to the heavens And anchor the earth, It’s a sign of unmatched heroism. But hearing Laichong’s dream, Their bravery and skills fall short. The golden throne cannot be claimed by mere horses. The rainbow arching the heavens And the sun and clouds competing in the lake Symbolize Joru’s divine lineage. The clouds disappearing, and the sun shining bright Represent the removal of suffering. The blazing sun rising in the sky Foretells Joru’s ascent to the throne. Its light illuminating the world Means Joru will bring prosperity to all. May the golden sun shine brilliantly, A symbol of Joru’s blessings to the people." When Yuzhen finished singing, Laichong was delighted, and Zumu nodded in agreement. However, Chao Mu Cuo reacted like an enraged lioness. She squirmed angrily, her body twisting like a snake, and her hair whipped around like an ox’s tail. Furious, she thought, “The Jade horse is already recognized as the fastest, and my father’s claim to the throne is certain. How dare these two girls say the throne belongs to Joru? This is outrageous!” Unable to contain her anger, Chao Mu Cuo sneered loudly and said: "In a dirty place where dust clouds the sky, No green grass or fragrant flowers can grow. A corrupt official's mind holds nothing but lies, Twisting right and wrong as they please. Arrogant daughters of bad mothers, You lack wisdom and intelligence. Before a wise teacher speaks, A foolish monk blabbers nonsense. Before a wise leader decides, A foolish minister shouts commands. Before knowing the master’s taste, A servant cooks whatever they want. Without even seeing the house’s gate, You’re already scheming to take the servant’s wages. Without knowing where your next meal comes from, You act like the master who owns the dog." Laichong and Yuzhen were stunned into silence by Chao Mu Cuo’s incoherent tirade, unable to understand her chaotic thoughts. Just as they were figuring out how to respond, Chao Mu Cuo continued her rant: "You say Joru’s poverty is a good omen— Then go ahead and wait for it! You say Joru’s suffering is a good sign— Then go and accept it! You say the beggar Joru is a divine child— Then marry him yourself!" Finally, Laichong and Yuzhen understood why Chao Mu Cuo was so angry. Their discussion of the dream and its interpretation had clearly provoked her. Just as they were about to retaliate, Zumu gently tugged on their sleeves, signaling them to let it go. Laichong pouted in frustration, but Yuzhen understood Zumu’s intentions and decided not to argue further. She thought, “Let her see the results of the race. Then she’ll slap her own face with her words.” Chao Mu Cuo, seeing no one respond to her, became even more brazen and declared: "The golden throne belongs to the Jade horse. Zumu belongs to the Chao Tong King. Gyalo’s wealth will go to the Darong family. Ling Gabu will belong to my father’s rule. A real man, a strong horse, or a powerful ox— Without beauty outside, can they have worth inside? Like cooking an empty lung, There’s nothing to chew, and it won’t fill your stomach. Joru looks like a beggar outside, And inside, he’s just an empty stomach. His horse is like a rat, Not running but crawling. Falling behind the others, It looks like it’s pecking at food. Or like a beetle pushing forward with its nose. Even if there are few ribbons for last place, Joru will surely win one!" The sisters ignored Chao Mu Cuo’s insults, but Laichong and Yuzhen’s faces flushed red with anger. Only Zumu remained composed, smiling faintly as she continued to observe the race with quiet confidence.

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K i n g G e s a r of Tibet The Legend from ling King Gesar (about 1038-1119 AD) was a legendary Tibetan hero who was born in Dege County, Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. Later generations called him King Gesar of Ling. According to legend, King Gesar is also the incarnation of the Guru Rinpoche and his wisdom, compassion and power. Chapter 86 The Lion Subdues the Demon King; The Heroes Crush the Demon Army Ling’s Celebration and Jiang’s Lament The Ling army was gathered in their tents. King Gesar and his ministers enjoyed tea, wine, white rice, and fine meats in great abundance. Amidst the revelry, each warrior piled up the heads and arms they had taken as trophies. Chao Tong, seeing this, thought to himself: "There is no glory for me in today's display of valor. If I do not offer some words of praise to the heroes, it would not be fitting." So he spoke: "Today, all heroes have shown their achievements, which is truly rare. For your efforts and merits in battle, your uncle will sing your praises and celebrate you. And for the nephew, the Lion King, and the four mothers and officers, I offer my blessings." Then he sang: "Though today I have no deeds to praise, I know full well the value of pure gold. How can glass and gold be compared? For gold's luster always catches the eye. The sun and moon traverse the sky, Surrounded by the scattered stars. Sun, moon, and stars all trust each other, Watching over one another through the hours. King Gesar sits upon his golden throne, With his ministers gathered close around. United like a tightly twisted rope, Ling's iron kingdom shall forever stand. Rise up, Zumu and all the maidens, Do not be lazy, do not sleep! Rise quickly and offer tea and wine, To wash the dust from our heroes and give them cheer." After Chao Tong finished singing, the Lion King gave a faint smile, and the other heroes said nothing. Then the Chief Steward spoke: "As Chao Tong has said, the medicine and the poison are clearly distinguished, the brave are honored, the cowardly are rebuked, and that is as it should be. Today, let us follow Chao Tong's suggestion and hold the celebration and award the merits! Quickly offer tea and wine to the heroes! Not a single Ling warrior has fallen today, and that is worth rejoicing over." The King and all the heroes agreed with the Chief Steward's words. So the king and his ministers joyfully celebrated the heroes' achievements, drinking and feasting through the night. Meanwhile, the Jiang army had suffered loss after loss. Those who had fled back to camp gathered together, their cries filling the air with sorrow and gloom. The minister Baidui spoke: "Ah! King Sadan must be satisfied now, isn't he? The army and ministers are nearly all gone, has he finally gotten what he wished for?" Then he sang a mournful lament: "In summer's third month, flowers bloom in splendor, But winter's frost soon strikes them down. In times of peace, heroes gather together, But in war, men fall upon the ground. The Ling army has pressed upon us for nine years, Our kingdom's power is lost, our land trampled. The princess advised the king, but he would not listen, Baidui pleaded, but the king would not accept. The King shut himself away in mourning, Spending his years in confused idleness. He stirred up this war with no one to stop him, And Jiang's beautiful land is now laid waste. So many brave men have been slain, So many young women are left widowed. The Purple Jiang army is more than half destroyed, The rest are maimed, crawling and lame. The people of Jiang have no one to care for them, Like headless flies, they struggle in vain. The ministers who fled have no commander, Scattered like grains of sand. I hope King Sadan will awaken quickly, Leave this dark chamber and tend to his realm. Do not hesitate or remain confused, Do not let your ancestral inheritance be lost. At first I admonished you again and again, Do not invade others and sow enmity. Do not bring disaster upon us without cause, But you threw my good counsel to the wind. No one in the world dares provoke Ling, Yet you insisted on making them your foe. What use was it to make them your enemy? Now do you finally understand? The surviving Jiang people are in dire straits, Their hearts restless, their days filled with dread, Tears streaming down every face, Not a single heart free from sorrow. Jiang blood has flowed across the land, Like summer torrents flooding the ravines. Those who escaped the peril for now Are like sheep in the slaughterhouse, their time is short. This is the situation now, The fate of Jiang lies in Ling's hands. What does the king intend to do? When the horse reaches the cliff, better to turn back!" After Baidui finished his song, the people around him grew even more resentful. Some wept endlessly, others cried out their grievances, utter chaos reigned. King Sadan, hearing this, thought: These wicked Ling people are masters of illusion and deception; they can do anything. They have brought such misfortune upon the government of Zhale Dam in my Jiang land, and slain so many brave generals. It is truly frightening. Now I must leave my mourning chamber and seek revenge against them. With this thought, fury began to rise within him. His teeth ground together audibly, his fiery red eyes rolled back and forth, and his nostrils flared with anger, the breath carrying sparks. He said: "Ah! Minister Baidui speaks truly. The Ling army advanced a day too early. If they had not struck first today, I would have risen to attack tomorrow. Had that been the case, they would not even be worthy of the dust beneath my feet. A little setback now is nothing, tomorrow I will eat the steaming flesh of my enemies and drink the foaming blood of my foes!" Having said this, he sat back down, still seething with rage. That night, the ministers and the people redoubled their vigilance in guarding the castle. King Sadan’s Revenge and the Lion King's Readiness to Fight The next day, King Sadan decided to take revenge against the Ling people. He left his mourning chamber and climbed to the rooftop of the "Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace." He wore a blue silk robe patterned with flowing clouds and water, a white turban adorned with serpentine knots and tassels, green jade bracelets on his wrists, and coral anklets. Filled with fury, he stood upon the palace platform, his eyes scanning the horizon for the enemy. He let out a long breath that emerged like a cloud of mist, then shouted angrily at the sky: "Wicked Ling people! Pitiful and shameless foes! Do you think there is no way to deal with you? I pray to the Flower Demon God of Jiang, and the Half-Sky Flower Demon God, come swiftly, like the wind when called! Come and help me subdue these wicked Ling people! I praise and pray to the Black Demon God of Jiang, Black Earth Demon God, descend quickly! Hear my call and come like a clap of thunder! Help me conquer the wicked Ling people! I ask you, Heaven Demon, Sky Demon, and Earth Demon, you did not grasp the land correctly, why did you recklessly give me prophecies? Now come quickly and help me defeat my enemies! Throughout those long days before, misfortunes befell us and caused much grief. I sat in my dark chamber in mourning, my heart anxious and restless day and night. Joru, with his ruthless cruelty, cut off our necks leaving bowl-sized scars, he has slaughtered the heroes and generals of Jiang almost to the last man. Their evil deeds are many, and now their retribution has come. Is one who does not avenge a grievance worthy of being called a hero? Is one who does not wash away shame deserving of the name 'capable'? Today I will destroy the Ling camp! I will leave the Ling people no place to hide! I will slaughter every Ling man, and leave their women widows for life! This morning my worries have lifted, my heart's window is thrown open, and my spirit soars. Bring me nectar and fine food to enjoy, this afternoon, I will face the Ling people on the battlefield!" After King Sadan's song, Minister Baidui said: "The king personally going to confront the enemy is certainly good. May it be as you have said, but whether it will come to pass remains to be seen." The people fell silent. When word spread to the Ling camp that King Sadan was personally leading the attack, they were all taken aback. Chao Tong said: "Ministers of the Ling kingdom, look quickly! There on the platform of the Jiang 'Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace' stands a man more terrifying than a demon. His body is as massive as Mount Meru, his head nearly touching the sky! We Ling people, instead of staying safely in our homeland, have come before such a fearsome being. Now we cannot even flee, what are we to do?" Chao Tong spoke trembling with fear, and the others were greatly angered by his words. The Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen said: "Quickly stuff a handful of ashes into this cowardly fox Chao Tong's mouth! That Jiang king Sadan, neither human nor ghost, is full of tricks and skilled at showing ill omens. It is useless to flee; we must fight him to the end. Even if disaster befalls us, it is our fate. We Ling people faithfully believe in the gods and Buddhas, and the gods and Buddhas will not deceive us. If the gods do not grant their aid, our own strength alone will not win the day. Though the World Lion King is brave, without the help of the gods, these demon enemies cannot be conquered. Now we must quickly pray to the gods and ask them to come to our assistance, there is no other way." With that, he sat quietly. The Chief Steward advocated praying to the gods to descend and help subdue King Sadan. The Lion King, hearing this, spoke in a solemn tone: "Heroes, listen! No matter what danger befalls the Ling people, fleeing is not permitted. A man must die on the battlefield for his ancestral inheritance. Only cowardly foxes always think of tucking their tails and running. As for King Sadan, this old demon, I had thought to subdue him through force of arms. But the gods have prophesied that this old demon can only be overcome by gentle means. So long as Old King Sadan comes out to fight, I, Joru, will be his opponent. Feed my divine steed Jang Gapeibu well and saddle him properly. When the enemy comes challenging before our camp, I, the King, will mount and ride out to battle. If I return alive, I am a hero; if I die for my country, it is a willing sacrifice." The King's Transformation and the Demise of Sadan As the King spoke, he began to arm himself with various gleaming war weapons and fitted his chestnut divine horse with a splendid saddle. Some in the Ling camp showed signs of unease. Minister Danma, seeing this, said: "People of Ling, do not be afraid. With a great enemy before us, timidity is like the hollow foam on water, unbecoming. Everyone must rally their spirits and face the enemy with courage." After Danma finished, King Gesar said: "Now all is well. The gods have prophesied that King Sadan's time is up. To subdue him, we do not need to deploy the whole army. He has come to seek his own death. I alone, with my horse, can go and vanquish him. Until the sun sets this evening, everyone must hold their patience and not act rashly, lest we startle him." With that, he went to prepare for battle. Minister Danma, still not fully appeased, insisted on accompanying the King. He said: "I cannot rest easy if the King goes alone. Wherever the King goes, I follow." The King repeated: "The gods have instructed that subduing King Sadan cannot be done with an army, only through strategy and miraculous powers. Danma, you must not come, no matter what. Stay here and help guard the camp." Hearing this, Danma was somewhat reassured. He obeyed the King's command and remained behind to guard the camp. King Gesar mounted his steed and galloped off like a streak of smoke. Meanwhile, King Sadan of Jiang, accompanied by the three demon children of Toto and his soldiers, had arrived at the shores of Lake Uma Tso. There they dug for aconite poison, gathered stones to build a stove for tea, and cooked meat. King Sadan and the three demon children of Toto devoutly prayed to the dragon god of the lake, asking for the Dragon King's blessing to bathe in its waters. In times past, whenever someone came to the lake and prayed to the dragon god, the dragon maiden would transform into a beautiful girl named Naji, offering a precious vase filled with sandalwood-scented water, and warming the lake water for a comfortable bath. But today, there was no sign of her. King Sadan wondered: "I have observed for a long time now, and there is not a single auspicious sign. Has the dragon maiden Naji left her dragon palace? Or is she trapped by sorrow and cannot come out?" As he was puzzling over this, King Gesar arrived at the lake. Following the gods' instructions, he used his miraculous powers: he transformed his chestnut horse into a sandalwood tree growing by the lake, his helmet into lush foliage, his armor into a spring of water, and his three weapons into clusters of flowers. The King himself transformed into a golden bee, spreading its delicate wings. First, it flitted among the flowers, then flew before King Sadan to observe and ponder the best way to subdue him. The dragon maiden Naji favored the side of righteousness and was willing to help Gesar defeat his enemy. Knowing that Gesar had arrived at the lake, she immediately churned the waters and appeared, swimming gracefully toward King Sadan. The moment Sadan saw her, he was smitten; his doubts vanished, and without hesitation he went down into the lake to bathe. The dragon maiden parted the waves, swam close to him, and with a look of deep affection, extended her hand and offered him a precious vase. Sadan took it, and hearing the sacred water gurgling inside, he greedily put the vase to his lips and drank. While he was off guard, the little golden bee flew into the vase, and as Sadan took his second sip, the bee slipped down into his belly, where it transformed into a sharp dagger that churned about inside him. Sadan, like a man struck with epilepsy, staggered and could not keep his footing in the lake. The three demon children of Toto, seeing this, immediately jumped into the water, grabbed Sadan's arm, and hastily dragged him ashore, asking what was wrong. He did not answer, thinking: This must be the trick of Joru, son of that wicked mother Guomu. His eyes glared in the direction of Ling, and he pointed toward Ling with his hand. At that moment, the dagger sliced through the boundary between the black and white regions of his heart, and he died on the spot, lying still on the lake shore. The Duel with Baidui The three demon children of Toto and the attendant soldiers sat beside King Sadan's body, weeping as if their hearts would break. Among the attendants, the young man Nima said: "What use is crying now? We cannot linger here any longer. This is surely the work of those wicked Ling people, what else could it be?" Tears streamed down his face. The attendants agreed to send three men back to the palace to report the death, while the others remained by the lake to guard the body. In the palace, Princess Pema Chuzhen and Minister Baidui felt restless and uneasy. Suddenly, a lookout reported three riders approaching in the distance. Baidui immediately climbed to the palace rooftop and, after observing, said: "These three seem agitated. I wonder what bad news they bring now." When the three entered the palace, they burst into loud wailing, crying: "Minister and Princess! We have the most heartbreaking news to report: The King, who was the apple of our eyes and the very heart of our being, has passed away at Lake Uma Tso! We do not know the cause, it is a misfortune upon misfortune!" They then wailed even louder. Princess Pema Chuzhen, upon hearing this, was struck as if by a thunderbolt. Breathless with grief, she fainted dead away, like the moon devoured by Rahu. Ministers Baidui, Jiaduo, and Sela were at a loss, each weeping in his own way. After a while, Jiaduo and Sela slowly revived the princess, while Baidui mounted his yellow steed and galloped off without a word to anyone. Meanwhile, the golden bee that was the Lion King's transformation had drilled a hole through the top of Sadan's head, emerged from it, and resumed his true form by the lakeshore. The dragon maiden Naji presented him with a crystal vase. From it, the King poured fragrant sacred water to bathe, then restored his chestnut horse, helmet, armor, and weapons to their original forms. He and his horse rested briefly by the lake. The attendants guarding Sadan's body watched all this, dumbstruck with terror, not daring to utter a word. Though Sadan was fated to be Gesar's enemy, the King still felt a measure of compassion for him. After meditating for a moment there, he mounted his steed and rode away from the shore. On his way back to camp, King Gesar encountered Baidui galloping toward him. There was nowhere for either to dodge or hide, they collided head-on. Baidui recognized Gesar at once and flew into a rage, biting his lower lip. He thought: I have no other weapon in hand now, only this precious sword. Though it may not be enough to harm my opponent, in this moment I only wish to fight to the death with the King of Ling and perish together. So he reined in his horse and sang a song of desperate resolve: "Alas! Misfortune, misfortune, true misfortune! Why is this restless fury without end? The fog of sorrow clings to my heart, And will not be dispelled. Guomu's wicked child Joru, You knew no bounds and made an enemy of Jiang. Every wicked deed under heaven you have done, There is not a single evil you have left undone. King Sadan, with his tiger's smile, You are the one who murdered him. Wicked men are like poisonous trees, Their branches and leaves poison all the land. Today we two will fight to the death with our blades, Whichever of us falls, let there be no regret. If you die, the sun of happiness will rise; If I die, the fog of sorrow will lift." After Baidui sang this song, King Gesar remained calmly seated in his saddle. Then Baidui patted his horse and said: "Today I, the hero Baidui, charge forward with all my might, my yellow steed, you must gallop with all your strength!" With that, horse and rider surged forward. Baidui grabbed the King's arm and shoved hard, knocking the King from his horse. From his elevated position on horseback, Baidui fought with the King, and the two gradually struggled toward the Berita Sea, where the King nearly slipped in several times. The King immediately sang a song calling upon the gods, then, with a mighty heave, and aided by his protective deities, he threw Baidui to the ground with ease. Gesar swiftly drew his three-edged golden curved sword and declared: "Aiyaya! Demon child Baidui, were you not Sadan's minister? Were you not your parents' beloved son? Were you not the ornament of a fine steed? Did you not practice the Vajra longevity rites? If you still have the courage, get up quickly and brandish your 'cut-whate'er-it-strikes' precious sword! If you dare not, then watch helplessly as your life comes to an end!" With that, he pressed a knee against Baidui's chest. Baidui, enraged, gritted his teeth and struggled to break free, but there was nothing he could do. With one stroke of his sword, the King cut off his head. He loaded the head, along with Baidui's armor and helmet, onto the yellow steed's back, and threw the headless corpse into the Berita Sea. Then, mounting his chestnut horse and leading the yellow steed, he galloped back to camp.

K i n g G e s a r of Tibet The Legend from ling King Gesar (about 1038-1119 AD) was a legendary Tibetan hero who was born in Dege County, Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. Later generations called him King Gesar of Ling. According to legend, King Gesar is also the incarnation of the Guru Rinpoche and his wisdom, compassion and power. Chapter 81 The Chestnut Horse Casts Qula Into The Poison Sea; King Chao Tong Breaks The Demon's Spell With Sorcery The Dreadful Omen and the Prediction of Brahma King On the side of the Jiang Kingdom, the three ministers Qula, Baidui, and Caima Keji were all thinking: "In today's battle, our army has been scattered like chaff blown away by the wind. If this continues, we may face total defeat within a few days. What strategy should we adopt now?" None of the three could come up with a solution. The military camp was filled with sighs of despair, and everyone was gripped by anxiety and restlessness. On the Ling Kingdom's side, as night fell, the White Brahma King descended a prophecy to the Great Lion King on how to subdue the enemy: "Beloved child Joru, you must remember well, Now you must not miss the opportunity for battle. It so happens that King Sadan of the Jiang Kingdom, A Demon King, has taken refuge in the Black Castle. He has sworn not to leave the Black Castle for nine years, His fate lies in my hands. His life force will not be exhausted within nine years, So take your time and subdue him slowly, without haste." "The chief Qula, clad in golden armor, Will come to attack our camp tomorrow; you must be on guard. This man's wisdom and courage are unmatched by anyone, Beware lest the Ling army suffer defeat. Whoever you send to fight Qula, Take care that your life does not fall into his hands. Use the Red Rabbit-like Divine Steed as the vanguard, Array your forces bravely to meet the attack. I, Brahma, will orchestrate the actions, Strive to secure victory in this war. For now, use only soft tactics against him, How to deal with him after nine years will be up to you." After singing this prophetic song, the White Brahma King vanished into the sky. The next day, the Great Lion King shared Brahma's prophecy with everyone. Upon hearing it, each man tightened his armor belt, readied his saddle, and stood in strict battle formation. Qula's Fierce Charge and the Mysterious Red Rabbit-like Divine Steed In the Jiang army, Chief Qula thought, "Today I shall accomplish feats of heroism that will make my name as renowned as heaven!" With this thought, he immediately armed himself with his three personal weapons, mounted his chestnut horse, and declared, "Let the Jiang people watch! I will show the Ling people my true power!" Saying this, he waved his troops forward, spurring his horse straight toward the right flank of the Ling army. In an instant, dust flew into the sky, blades flashed, and the onslaught was unstoppable. When the Ling people saw an enemy approaching, Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen said, "From afar comes a man riding a chestnut horse. This must be the old Jiang general Qula mentioned in the prophecy—no easy opponent to deal with. Brave warriors of Ling, those with arrows, nock them quickly; those with swords, grip your hilts firmly; those with spears, raise your weapons high! Prepare to unite and face the enemy!" Just as the heroes were standing in strict battle formation, Qula charged forward like a boulder rolling down a high mountain. Seba Niben Daya of the Ling army first loosed a volley of arrows, but none struck their target. Qula rampaged back and forth, killing over thirty armored Ling soldiers. Just as he was about to charge at the main army, the White Brahma King used his divine power to alter his direction, turning his horse's head toward his own camp. On his way back to camp, Qula encountered a herd of Ling army horses. He drove this herd back to the Jiang camp and distributed them as spoils of war. Among the herd was a chestnut horse skilled in transformation, though no one recognized its true nature. They only saw that the horse had beautiful markings and an extraordinary appearance, so everyone vied to claim it. Baidui said, "Since everyone wants this horse, we'll have to draw lots. Otherwise, let it be kept for Qula as a reward for his battlefield merits. I won't contend with anyone for this horse." In the end, it was decided to leave the chestnut horse to Qula as his prize. Qula said, "Brothers, do not be overly elated. King Sadan, seated upon his throne, still remains shut away in his dark chamber, his mind addled, paying no heed to state affairs. If the Jiang people must rely on such a king, what will become of our kingdom? My heart, Qula's, is filled with anxiety. Receiving this fine horse today brings me but a brief moment of solace. But after all, if a minister lacks a worthy king, his valor can hardly shine. The king remains locked in his dark room, ignoring governance—Qula would be better off dead. A servant without a good master is like a young child without parents. Qula cares not for his six-foot body, life or death. Today, I am determined to carve a bloody path. Should I by chance encounter Gesar, I would willingly stain the grasslands with my blood, my heart accepting my fate. If I truly sacrifice this six-foot frame, the right-wing army must avenge me. I hope the yellow-clad, yellow-armored, yellow-horsed warriors will continue to fight him to the finish. As for the officers commanding the great army—do not chase those who fly into the sky, do not seek those who burrow into the earth; sweep away all remaining enemies. My weapons—the long spear, the curved bow, my sharp sword and arrows—shall display their might before the enemy, blazing a trail for victory. The chestnut horse has strong legs, galloping like a spinning wheel onto the battlefield. Today, let him rest awhile, fill his belly with beans and fodder in the trough. I shall ride this captured horse instead, to see if his galloping stride is sufficient. I will saddle him with a cushion and golden saddle, to test his capability in battle." Having spoken, he immediately bridled the horse, preparing to charge toward the Ling camp. At this point, Baidui and Caima Keji hurried forward to dissuade him. Baidui advised, "Be patient. According to the stars, today is not a favorable day for battle." Caima Keji also said, "Rest today. Tomorrow we shall go to battle together and secure victory. If you act rashly, you will surely regret it later. It would be best not to go into battle today." Qula paid no heed to a single word either of them said. Mounting the chestnut horse, he galloped like a gale wind toward the direction of the Ling camp. The Red Rabbit-like Divine Steed's Treachery and Qula's Horrific Demise Following the prophecy that the White Brahma King had bestowed upon Gesar, the Ling people prepared themselves, stood in strict battle formation, and readied to attack Qula. At that moment, they saw Qula riding the Red Rabbit-like Divine Steed in Ling side, charging forward like a whirlwind. Chao Tong immediately cried out, "Everyone, look quickly! Today's affair has gone wrong! The Great King's precious steed has fallen into enemy hands, and now Qula is riding it. If we shoot, we might harm this divine horse. Do not recklessly use your blades, arrows, or spears. In my opinion, it would be best for our men and horses to flee if they can, hide if they can, and avoid direct confrontation." As he spoke, he frantically busied himself, looking for a safe place to take cover. Qula rode the Red Rabbit-like Divine Steed straight toward the Ling camp. Just as man and horse were about to reach the Ling army encampment, the divine steed soared into the sky, carrying Qula up with it. Qula was utterly helpless; his body was like a chicken feather blown into the sky by a fierce wind. He pierced through the clouds and reached a height close to the golden sun, terrified out of his wits. While Qula was still in shock from the fright, the divine steed performed three consecutive somersaults in the high sky. Qula fell from the horse's back and plunged into a poison sea shrouded in toxic mist. When the Jiang people saw Qula being carried into the sky by the horse, gradually rising higher, and then falling from the horse's back into the poison sea, everyone was panic-stricken. Princess Pema Chuzhen, accompanied by her maidservants, hurried to the shore of the poison sea to observe. They saw a black toxic mist swirling above the sea. Looking more closely, she saw Qula struggling to make his way from the waves toward the shore. At this, the princess cried out sorrowfully, "Our beloved minister! This horse has brought such suffering upon you!" Then they saw Qula crawl ashore, lie down on the sandy beach, and immediately stop breathing. When the princess drew near, the toxic fumes had already corroded Qula's flesh, separating it from his bones. In a short while, both flesh and bones turned into poison gas and vanished into the sand. The news that Chief Qula had fallen into the poison sea and been dissolved into toxic gas spread throughout the Jiang Kingdom. Men and women, young and old, were all grief-stricken. Baidui and Caima Keji, in particular, were consumed by anxiety day and night. Some people said, "Riding such a horse that spews poisonous fire to fight the Ling Kingdom—how could we not suffer a devastating defeat? Who would have thought this horse would cause such harm?" In the military camp, everyone wore a worried expression. They could neither eat nor drink, all mourning the loss of such a brave general as Qula. After the wise and courageous Red Rabbit-like Divine Steed had cast Qula into the poison sea, it galloped along a rainbow path through the sky onto the great grasslands. It neighed three times in succession. Upon hearing this, the herd of horses that Qula had previously driven away rushed straight back to the Ling camp, as if children hearing their mother's call. Seeing this scene, the Ling army was overjoyed. Some cheered, while others waved colorful silks. The Summoning of the Black Mage and Chao Tong's Counter-Curse The next day, Baidui said, "Since things have come to this, what use is grief? Now that Qula has fallen in battle, let Sela concurrently serve as the commander of the right-wing army. Continuing to mourn like this will bring no benefit. I truly wonder what good it does for the king to sit day and night in his mourning chamber, stubbornly keeping vigil? When Chief Qula held power during his lifetime, he was a precious jewel of the Jiang domain. Now that Qula's body and soul have parted, how can the Jiang people not feel regret? Think back to those days upon the grand throne, King Sadan sat high in the center, with four tiger-like generals—Qula, Caima Keji, Yula, and Baidui—assisting in governance. When King and ministers were of one heart and mind against the enemy, even the sun and moon trembled at the sight, and the jade dragon of the sky was afraid. Quickly light the butter lamps, quickly summon the magic sorcerer, and ask him to cast spells to save us from this crisis. Long-legged Guoqu Seca, go quickly. The Jiang kingdom's subjects send you as a special envoy. If we have hope of inviting a sorcerer, fine; but if we have no sorcerer, it will be difficult to face the enemy." Everyone agreed that Minister Baidui's proposal was reasonable. Against intangible illusions, only by inviting a magic sorcerer to help could they defend themselves. Long-legged Guoqu Seca immediately set off for the Manzha region to invite the sorcerer. The sorcerer Miben Qiabeng knew beforehand that long-legged Guoqu Seca was coming and went out to wait for him. When the two met, the sorcerer said, "Jiang servant Seca Long-Legs, what business do you have? Speak quickly. Have you encountered some misfortune? Do not conceal anything; speak it out plainly!" The Jiang servant Seca Long-Legs kowtowed to him, faithfully conveyed Minister Baidui's words, and gave a detailed report on the Ling army's entry into the kingdom and the precarious situation of the Jiang domain. As they spoke, the two walked into the sorcerer's meditation room. Sorcerer Miben Qiabeng said, "The Great Lion King of the eastern Ling Kingdom has brought unrest to the Jiang domain. I am not inclined to interfere in such matters. However, if the Ling people use evil spells and illusions to suppress the lord of the land during war, this must be resisted. I will quickly cast spells, doing my utmost to fling ritual offerings and fire loops toward the Ling camp. You may return and convey these words to the ministers. The day after tomorrow at sunset, I will inflict severe vengeance upon the Ling people." Having spoken, this sorcerer of the demonic faith, Miben Qiabeng, immediately offered incense and offerings to the celestial gods, the fierce gods, and the dragon gods, and prayed to the demon gods, rakshasas, and the joyful demon king of the black side. The servant Seca Long-Legs bid farewell to the sorcerer and returned to the Jiang camp, faithfully relaying the sorcerer's words to the Jiang heroes. Everyone was delighted upon hearing this. Some Jiang people also began murmuring secret mantras under their breath. That evening, the Great Lion King Gesar of Ling was sitting within his divine tent when he suddenly heard celestial music coming from the sky. Looking up through the skylight of his divine tent, he saw the White Brahma King in the sky, his face as full and bright as the moon, radiating divine splendor. Smiling, he said to the king, "Good boy Tuibagawa, why are you still so indifferent now that things have come to this? In the past, I gave you prophecies; why do you remain unmoved, as if blown away by the wind? Do not sit idle now, neglecting battle and missing your opportunity. Know that the day after tomorrow, the Jiang sorcerer will recite incantations using the power of the demonic faith and hurl black ritual offerings toward the Ling camp. Although the king himself will not suffer much harm, this will cause disaster for half of the Ling soldiers and heroes. More importantly, if the demonic incantations injure the dragon king and the earth gods, the Ling domain will face destruction. Therefore, on the night after tomorrow, let Uncle Chao Tong also perform a secret mantra, cast spells, and hurl ritual offerings, using sorcery to counteract sorcery. There is no other way." The next day, the heroes gathered before King Gesar. The king repeated the White Brahma King's prophecy to everyone: "Brave heroes of Ling, listen carefully. The White Brahma King cares for our Ling land. Within King Sadan's Jiang army, there is a fierce man named Baidui. As everyone knows, he is full of cunning schemes and wicked ideas. He wants to rely on a sorcerer to cast spells. The demonic faith sorcerer Miben casts his magic arts; the Jiang people have invited him to oppose us. Tomorrow evening at sunset, his fiery red lasso will attack our camp. The White Brahma King's prophecy also indicates that to contend with the sorcery of that great demonic sorcerer, only Uncle Chao Tong is most suitable. Uncle's sorcery has always been renowned. What use is it if it cannot subdue the enemy? This matter depends on Uncle employing clever tactics. Sorcery must be countered by sorcery. I earnestly ask Uncle to make preparations quickly and vow to strike a heavy blow against the magic sorcerer." After the King issued these orders, Chao Tong immediately became as joyful as a summer peacock hearing thunder. Tipping his head to one side, he burst into loud laughter, his face scrunching up until it became flat. His chin beard swayed from side to side, and his whiskers stood on end. Grinning broadly, he said, "Nephew Great Lion King speaks rightly. The King's command is like a boulder rolling down a high mountain—Uncle will certainly follow it. Casting spells and hurling ritual offerings—I will take it all upon myself. Words spoken by a true man cannot be pulled back even by nine great oxen. However, in our Lingga region, people in the past have often liked to find fault, saying this is wrong and that is not right. But to be fair, if they have the ability, they too can cast spells and hurl ritual offerings. If there truly is such a person, this old man can serve as his assistant." Chao Tong spoke many arrogant yet sarcastic words with great self-satisfaction. The heroes remained silent; at this moment, no one wished to offend him. Only Seba Niben Daya could barely contain himself and said, "Uncle, do not put on airs, pretending that a green stone is a jade gem. Do not reach beyond your grasp like an old goat climbing a rocky cliff. If you truly have the ability to cast spells, then please carry out the king's orders quickly. There is no need for other empty words. Angry outbursts on a full stomach, blowing your own trumpet as if you were amazing—such behavior, like an old dog tethered, ferociously lunging and pouncing, is not needed today. Tonight, we could dispatch a few heroes who might also subdue that sorcerer. Should we send someone else instead? Please consider it quickly, Uncle." Upon hearing this, Chao Tong grew very angry. His face turned bright red, his red beard bristled, and his eyes became bloodshot. Immediately, he snatched up the glittering and flaming ritual offering for spell-casting and hurled it into the distance, simultaneously jumping up and saying, "Niben, you worthless thing! When you are not needed, you hover around; when you are needed, you keep your distance. Come quickly and help your uncle. Now I am going to hurl ritual offerings and cast spells at the Jiang people. Before I call upon and drive the deities, hold this ritual offering properly. Whatever you do, do not drop it. If it is lost, it will be disadvantageous for our side." With these words, Chao Tong took the infinitely powerful red ritual offering from Seba Niben's hands and hurled it with all his might toward the Manzha region of the Jiang domain. The ritual offering, carrying a blazing flame, flew into the distance like a bird, crashing with a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and split the earth. When Chao Tong's hurled offering entered the Jiang domain, suddenly a fierce wind arose on all sides, and flying sand and rolling stones violently attacked the Jiang sorcerer's meditation room. Amid the storm, a nine-headed venomous scorpion the size of a yak suddenly appeared. The scorpion brandished its pincers and stomped the offerings and mandala in front of the sorcerer into powder. The sorcerer, terrified, could only flee for his life. As he fled, he thought, "This must surely be the power of the Ling people's secret mantra—there is no way to counter it." Thinking quickly, the sorcerer immediately lifted up his Vajra magic pagoda and hurled it toward the Ling kingdom. Relying on the transformative power of the demonic gods, the magic pagoda flew forward through the air. Meanwhile, the flaming ritual offering that Chao Tong had thrown was also flying toward the Jiang domain. The ritual offering and the magic pagoda met in midair. For a moment, sparks flew in all directions, and the rumbling sound was like nine thunderclaps striking simultaneously. Hundreds of birds on the earth took flight in terror, tens of thousands of beasts fled in panic. Many people on both the Jiang and Ling sides stood dumbfounded, not knowing what was happening in the world. Only Chao Tong understood. He continued reciting secret mantras and issued orders to the ritual offering: "Quickly melt the Vajra magic pagoda!" He then swiftly donned his sorcerer's robes, put on his bear-skin ritual hat, rang his ritual bell, beat his ritual drum, and sang a song of hurling the ritual offering: "Within this rare and supreme castle, My nature is pure and without blemish. I pray to the three thousand six hundred deities, Today, I ask you to come and help me subdue the stubborn foe. When the blue jade dragon of the sky roars, It can command thunder, rain, and hail. When the golden-winged garuda soars with tenacity, It can open paths for all the birds. The Great Lion King's power knows no bounds, He can imprison the sun and moon. Uncle Chao Tong's sorcery is boundless, He can imprison the stars of the heavens. Jiang sorcerer, do not think you can escape, Death awaits you ahead. The Vajra magic pagoda will soon be melted, I command your Jiang sorcery to go to hell!" After finishing his song, Chao Tong hurled the ritual offering in his hand toward the Manzha region of the Jiang domain. The ritual offering struck Sorcerer Miben Qiabeng in his meditation room in Manzha. The sorcerer was immediately burned to ashes by the flames emitted by the ritual offering, vanishing without a trace. After the flames from the ritual offering had cremated the sorcerer, they flew toward the Vajra magic pagoda dancing in the sky. Fireballs surrounded the magic pagoda, and before long, the pagoda was melted. Both the sorcerer and the magic pagoda were subdued by Chao Tong.

Tibetan Culture Museum is a comprehensive museum themed around Tibetan culture and Tibetan medicine. The highlight of the museum is on the fourth floor of the South Pavilion, where a Thangka painting measuring 618 meters in length and covering 1,500 square meters is displayed. ​​​​ K i n g G e s a r of Tibet Qinghai Tibetan culture museum Tibetan Culture Museum is a comprehensive museum themed around Tibetan culture and Tibetan medicine. The highlight of the museum is on the fourth floor of the South Pavilion, where a Thangka painting measuring 618 meters in length and covering 1,500 square meters is displayed. place that Connected with King Gesar Qinghai Tibetan culture museum Located in the Chengbei Biological Park of Xining City, Qinghai Province, Tibetan Culture Museum is a comprehensive museum themed around Tibetan culture and Tibetan medicine. The highlight of the museum is on the fourth floor of the South Pavilion, where a Thangka painting measuring 618 meters in length and covering 1,500 square meters is displayed. This Thangka is considered an encyclopedia of Tibetan culture, showcasing the Tibetan understanding of the universe, history, religion, medicine, and culture. Its vibrant colors and intricate details allow viewers to experience the profound heritage and unique charm of Tibetan culture. One thing that must be mentioned is the Guinness World Record-holding "Chinese Tibetan Cultural and Artistic Panorama". It is 618 meters long and 2.5 meters wide, meticulously painted by over 400 Thangka art masters over the course of 4 years, with the entire process from planning to completion taking 27 years. This painted masterpiece is like a living encyclopedia of Tibetan culture, with every pattern and detail being absolutely exquisite. Within the Thangka painting, you can find several fascinating depictions of King Gesar, including an especially intriguing portrayal of King Gesar at the age of 82. This rare depiction offers a unique perspective on the legendary hero, showcasing him in his later years, which is seldom highlighted in other representations of his life and deeds.

K i n g G e s a r of Tibet The Legend from ling King Gesar (about 1038-1119 AD) was a legendary Tibetan hero who was born in Dege County, Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. Later generations called him King Gesar of Ling. According to legend, King Gesar is also the incarnation of the Guru Rinpoche and his wisdom, compassion and power. Chapter 43 Meruze Advises A Ceasefire And Withdrawal Of Troops, But The White Tent King Insists On Recruiting And Expanding His Army The Aftermath of the Battle After Gyatsa left, the White Tent King of Hor emerged from a winding, conch-shaped cave, trembling as he seated himself back on his throne. With shaky hands, he pulled out the turquoise hairpin of Zumu, staring at it for a long time, unable to calm himself. Finally, he let out a deep sigh. When the Hor ministers and Sinbas (warriors) gathered again, the White Tent King spoke with frustration: "People of the Hor mountains and rivers! A terrible thing has happened. Should we continue fighting or retreat? I think we should summon more reinforcements from the Achin Plains!" He then erupted in fury, stomping his feet and scolding his ministers: "When in Yaze City, you were all brave in your armor, but on the eastern Ling Gabu, you’ve become softer than silk! Sinbas who claimed to be warriors are like sheep, and Baturus (heroes) are like foxes. Your shining armor is nothing but tattered coats, your sharp arrows are mere spindles, and your precious swords are no more than weaving shuttles! You’re all useless in battle! Especially you, Sinba Meruze! Back in Yaze, you couldn’t stop boasting about your courage. But ever since your skull was injured, you’ve been silent when you should speak and dazed when you should think. Have you been poisoned by wolfsbane? Are you near death? If not, then come up with a plan!" Blame and Advice The White Tent King was oblivious to his own mistakes and instead shifted the blame for the repeated defeats onto the Sinbas from all the tribes. Feeling deeply wronged, Sinba Meruze once again offered heartfelt advice: "Great King, as strong as an ox’s neck! I have already advised you three times, and everything has turned out as I predicted. But it’s not over yet—worse outcomes still lie ahead! Before we suffer even greater losses, it would be best to retreat to Yaze City. This way, you’ll secure happiness in this life and peace in the next. Your health will remain strong, and the Yellow Hor Kingdom will avoid disaster. If you insist on summoning more troops, it will be like adding fat to meat, only to have it fall into Ling’s hands. If you try to seize Zumu by force, such evil actions will only invite retaliation. If you aim to enslave others, you may end up destroying your own kingdom. My advice: it is better to be content and stay within your limits." Meruze’s words were spoken with good intentions, but Minister Duoqin was displeased: "How can we, with so many people, fail to stop Ling’s heroes and then plan to retreat? It’s utterly disgraceful!" The others remained silent, sitting quietly. The Discussion and Tangze’s Song At this moment, King Qu Da of the Garwa Tribe and Tangze Yuzhou privately discussed: "The Hor army has suffered a minor setback here, and now the King and his ministers are arguing. What good will come of this? The White Tent King is so fixated on achieving his goals that, even with heavy losses, he refuses to change his plans. The King and his ministers need to sit down and properly discuss a strategy!" After this discussion, Tangze Yuzhou addressed the Hor leaders: "Leaders and ministers of Yellow Hor! Regret brings no benefit, and speaking in anger solves nothing. Please listen to Tangze’s song!" He then began singing: "In the great white central tent, The White Tent King stands tall like Mount Meru, The Yellow and Black Tent Kings shine like the sun and moon. The six great ministers radiate like the stars, Sinbas and Baturus sparkle like constellations. The conflict between Hor and Ling, Is rooted in destiny from past lives. Blaming anyone won’t help. The mighty Hor army, Now faces misfortune in war. Glorious victories are nowhere to be found— This is fate, preordained by time. There’s no need to complain. The White Tent King’s million-strong army, Was never meant to invade Ling. Sinba’s three warnings were wise, As clear as the lines on one’s palm. If retreat is the plan, speak not of it aloud, For others may mock you. White Tent King, listen to me! Send a prince and a Sinba back home, To recruit more troops. From the twelve great tribes of Yellow Hor, Gather an army of twelve thousand. Yamu the Seer can foretell victory, defeat, life, and death, His words, like thunder, echo across the Achin Plains. But if his counsel brings no benefit to your decisions, Then even the loudest thunder has no value. There’s no need to blindly believe it. Bring him to the battlefield quickly. The reason Ling’s heroes are so formidable, Is because their war gods grant them protection, And their armor is blessed with divine power. The war gods of Yellow Hor, The three demon brothers—White, Black, and Spotted— Reside in the Nine-Link Iron Shrine. In the past, they weren’t fully summoned, So do not lose faith in the gods. Carry the sacred iron of the war gods with the army, And divine their will for future actions. As for the King’s war plans, Death and miscalculations are unavoidable. Success requires effort and determination. To win, one must act decisively. In the lands where Tibetans dwell, Fire, water, and wood are natural blessings. But demons, Yellow Hor, and Gesar’s warriors, Are bound together by karmic destiny. Even if you wish to escape, It is impossible to break free. Heroes, do not tremble with fear, Nor provoke others with harsh words." After the song, the Hor leaders agreed that Tangze Yuzhou was correct. They decided to summon Yamu’s master teacher Guru, the Seer, along with the sacred Nine-Link Iron Shrine containing the three demon brothers—White, Black, and Spotted. Additionally, they planned to recruit 12,000 reinforcements from the twelve tribes of Yellow Hor. The White Tent King assigned his son, Prince Lawu Laibu, along with Sinba Tang Ga Yiguo, Baturu Chitunanlang, and one hundred soldiers, to return to Hor overnight to carry out these tasks. Danma’s Assault and His Duel with Prince Chizong Rouya The next day, Danma of Ling rode out to battle. His white helmet was adorned with a white plume, and he wore shining white armor. Mounted on a silver-gray horse, he crossed the river and arrived at the Hor camp. With him, he carried five brass-tipped arrows, seven copper-tipped arrows, and nine iron-tipped arrows. He unleashed all of them into the camp, raining destruction like a hailstorm. Many Hor soldiers fell to the ground, wounded or dead. Afterward, Danma drew his green-handled treasured blade and charged into the camp. With swift and brutal attacks, he killed many soldiers. Having taken numerous trophies, including plumes from helmets, he rode back triumphantly to Ling’s camp. Hearing of this, the White Tent King’s son, Chizong Rouya, became furious. He donned his conch-shell armor and radiant spiral helmet, which was adorned with a crescent moon-like white plume. Mounting his flying white horse, he armed himself with a long spear and set off in pursuit of Danma. At the Yellow River, Danma turned his horse around and prepared for battle. He knocked a silver-plumed arrow onto his bow and waited. Chizong shouted at him, "You purple-faced fool! Your time has come! Today, I’ll claim glory by taking you down!" Chizong charged forward, thrusting his spear at Danma. Calmly, Danma swung his turquoise-handled sword and sliced the spear in two. Chizong retreated a few steps, holding only half of his spear. He then turned, nocked an arrow, and aimed it at Danma. Danma sneered and said, "Oh, Prince Chizong, son of the White Tent King! Today, we meet at last. If I let you return alive, I am no longer worthy of being called Danma!" The two warriors shot arrows at each other. Chizong’s arrow slashed Danma’s saddle in two and knocked off a few pieces of his armor. But Danma’s silver-plumed arrow struck Chizong’s forehead and pierced through his helmet. Protected by the White Sky Demon God, Chizong miraculously survived. He drew his blade and charged at Danma. Unfazed, Danma fired another iron arrow, hitting Chizong’s horse. The beast collapsed, throwing dust into the air as both horse and rider fell. Danma approached the fallen prince and mockingly said, "Prince Chizong! Have your wishes been fulfilled? And what about your father, the White Tent King? Surely, he must be satisfied now! Watch how I complete this task for both of you!" With that, Danma unsheathed his green-handled sword and severed Chizong’s head, along with his helmet’s plume, his horse’s mane, and its tail. Victorious, he crossed the Yellow River and returned to Ling’s camp. Back at the camp, Danma hung Chizong’s head and plume outside the treasure tent as a trophy. Gyatsa and the other Ling warriors gathered to discuss the battle. All the heroes praised Danma for his bravery and offered him the finest khatas in honor of his valor. The Hor Army’s Counterattack and Gade’s Retaliation Three days later, at dawn, a loud commotion broke out in the Hor camp. Soldiers were moving large objects, and three men rolled two massive boulders, each three times the size of a yak. Ling warriors began to speculate: "What are they doing?" "Are they building a fortress?" someone guessed. The commander of Ling’s forces interrupted, "Stop guessing! None of you are right. They’re preparing to launch boulders, regardless of what the stars say today. Who are those three men rolling the stones? Look closely—my eyes aren’t what they used to be." Niben and Dapan squinted and reported, "That big man in the red cloak looks like Duoqin. The tall, thin one bustling around the boulders seems to be Zaqing. And the other—it looks like Tangze Yuzhou." The commander nodded grimly. "Zaqing is their expert at launching boulders. By the looks of it, they’ll fire at us this afternoon. If we don’t prepare in time, we’ll suffer heavy losses. Gade, start assembling the counter-launchers. Niben, Qulu, and Senda, go find larger boulders!" The three warriors rolled a massive boulder, so large that two men couldn’t wrap their arms around it. They prepared the launch mechanism, built the stone platform along the Yellow River facing Hor’s camp, and lit juniper incense while offering pure liquor as a blessing. As the warriors gathered to watch, Gade donned his black cloak and hat. A treasure mirror hung on his chest as he gripped the boulder’s release rope with one hand and waved a black flag with the other. With a loud "Whoosh!" the immense boulder was launched into the air. The Clash of Boulder Launches and Gade’s Revenge At the same time, the Hor soldiers were conducting rituals for the White, Black, and Spotted Demon Gods. They sacrificed goat meat, tossed roasted barley flour like dice, and Zaqing chanted incantations. Both Hor and Ling launched their massive boulders simultaneously, and the mountains trembled as the stones tore through the sky. Ling’s boulder chased after Hor’s and collided with it above the White Tent King’s grand camp. Hor’s boulder shattered into two pieces. One piece fell into the Hor camp, killing or injuring hundreds of soldiers and leaving many others stunned by the impact. The other fragment, along with Ling’s boulder, flew toward a southern cliff near Ling’s camp. The stones smashed into the cliff, shattering it into pieces. Dust filled the air, and the falling rocks crushed hundreds of Gade’s soldiers. Seeing the devastation in Gade’s forces, Zaqing was overjoyed. He mocked Gade’s misfortune, hurling insults and laughing with glee. Enraged by the loss of his men and Zaqing’s taunts, Gade’s fury boiled over. He tore off his black cloak and hat, donned his armor, and mounted his warhorse. Armed with his Thunderbolt Blade and bow, he charged across the Yellow River, heading straight for the Hor camp. Once inside, Gade fought savagely. From a distance, he shot arrows, and up close, he slashed with his sword. Hor soldiers fell in droves. Zaqing, wielding a whip, confronted Gade near the White Tent division. Gade sheathed his sword, lunged forward, and grabbed Zaqing by both arms. With a mighty swing, he flipped Zaqing upside down, his head pointing to the ground and his feet in the air. Like a hawk catching a sparrow, Gade grabbed Zaqing by the waist, shook him violently, and slammed him to the ground. Gade then pounded Zaqing with his fists, hitting him so hard that his internal organs spilled from his mouth. With Zaqing defeated, Gade returned to Ling’s camp, exuding an aura of invincibility. The Ling warriors praised him as a true hero. However, Gyatsa, seated high above, remained silent and expressionless. Gade felt uneasy and thought to himself, "Gyatsa has always been a decent man. Hor and Ling are locked in a life-or-death struggle, and I’ve taken down one of their fiercest warriors. Why isn’t he happy? He’s so different from King Gesar. Those two brothers—one wise and the other foolish—are worlds apart. Something must be weighing on his heart. I fear he may not find peace or long life…"

Collection of King Gesar Thangka around the world. Include some masterworks. King Gesar thangka Gallery Featured The original version is an ancient thangka collected by Kathok Monastery and created by a lama painter from the Kham region and belongs to the Nyingma school (Nyingma pa). They place great importance on the terma lineage and therefore possess many extremely rare paintings of supreme deities and protectors. Its style often features light green hills and a light blue sky as the background. The painting method for trees and rocks is relatively simple, with thicker coloring strokes. However, the most important feature is that the wrathful deity appears very powerful and exudes a strong sense of mystery. Photo capture from internet. Last update : 8/2/2025 Featured The central and largest figure is that of Gesar Norbu Dradul in Dralha (dgra lha) warrior appearance, the eyes are wide and the eyebrows raised, a moustache and goatee accent the face in the fashion of a Tibetan king, wearing body armor with elaborate decorations, a mirror and auspicious symbols. On the crown of the head is a battle helmet, gold in colour, decorated with jewels, a half vajra and adorned with flags and streamers. The second most important figure in the composition of the single painting is Gesar Dorje Tsegyal (ge sar rdo rje rtse rgyal) located below the large central Gesar Norbu Dradul. Dorje Tsegyal is in the appearance of a Tibetan King with pronounced eyebrows, moustache and goatee. He wears a white hat adorned with ribbons, a half vajra and peacock feathers. The right hand holds to the heart a wish-fulfilling jewel and the left hand held to the side holds a bow and arrow. Date Range 1900 - 1959Lineages Nyingma and BuddhistMaterial Ground Mineral Pigment on Cotton Source : https://www.himalayanart.org/items/46001 Featured This painting depicts Gesar seated on an ornately decorated, high throne with a green bolster, adorned with gilding and mountain scenery. In his right hand, he holds a flaming jewel, and in his left, a bow. He is dressed in a heavy robe embroidered with cloud patterns. Around his neck, he wears a necklace strung with dzi beads and a large amulet, and his ears are adorned with traditional Tibetan gold and coral earrings. His facial expression is stern, and he wears a traditional Tibetan hat with a small vase finial and a feather tucked into the cap. Above his head in the sky, Padmasambhava is centrally seated on a cloud, flanked by Tsangpa on the left and Nammen on the right. Around him, his traditional retinue of thirty heroes and five female figures are depicted in various poses, each identified by inscription. He is typically depicted as a warrior on horseback, or, as in this case, as a king among his retinue of heroes; this latter depiction only became popular in the late nineteenth century. Himalayan Art Resources, item no. 24961. Last update : 22/3/2025

The demon who kidnapped Meza was Luzan, a powerful black demon king who lived in the northern land of Yar Kong in a magical palace with nine spires. This palace was located in the Eight Mountains, Four Ghost Lands, and the Cairanmubu Plain. K i n g G e s a r of Tibet The Legend from ling King Gesar (about 1038-1119 AD) was a legendary Tibetan hero who was born in Dege County, Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. Later generations called him King Gesar of Ling. According to legend, King Gesar is also the incarnation of the Guru Rinpoche and his wisdom, compassion and power. Chapter 24: To Save Meisa, the Lion King Vows to Defeat the Demon; Wishing to Keep Her Husband, Zumu Offers Medicinal Wine The Demon King Lutsan The demon who kidnapped Meisa was Lutsan, a powerful black demon king who lived in the northern land of Yar Kong Demon Kingdom in a magical palace with nine spires. This palace was located in the Eight Mountains, Four Ghost Lands, and the Cairanmubu Plain. Lutsan was a terrifying figure, as tall as a mountain, with nine heads and eighteen horns growing from them. His body was covered in venomous black scorpions, and nine poisonous black snakes coiled around his waist. His hands and feet were armed with thirty-six iron claws, sharper and stronger than an eagle’s talons. When Lutsan was happy, his face looked fierce and murderous. When he was angry, he exhaled smoke from his mouth like a volcanic eruption, and his nose spewed toxic winds like a raging storm. Surrounding him were his loyal demon ministers and servants: the Outer Minister Dog Mouth Sheep Teeth, the Inner Minister Blood-Drinking Demon Boy, the Diplomatic Minister Winged Crow, the Administrative Minister Black-Tailed Male Wolf, the Witch All-Knowing Sorceress, the Maid Flower-Toothed Slave, the Guard Chanting Old Crone, and twenty-nine powerful wizards. Most fearsome of all were Lutsan’s father, the Black Strongman, and his sister, Adanamu, both of whom were unmatched warriors. On the seventh day of Gesar’s retreat, Lutsan was resting in his palace when Chao Tong, a rival of Gesar, sent him a secret letter. The letter revealed that King Gesar was in retreat and that Meisa had been left behind at home, making it the perfect time to invade Ling Gabu. When Lutsan read the letter, he grinned wickedly. He had long heard of the beauty of Ling Gabu’s thirteen queens, especially Meisa, who, apart from Zumu, was the most beautiful. The thought of possessing Meisa filled him with excitement he could no longer suppress. He gathered his demon ministers, flew on black clouds, and invaded Ling Gabu, kidnapping Meisa. By the time Gesar learned of this, Lutsan had already returned to his demon land. The Mother Goddess’s Call to Action Following the goddess Langman Gam’s prophecy, Gesar dedicated himself to practicing demon-subduing magic and martial arts. One day, Gesar went to the vast grasslands of Jue Ma Hai. He herded the horses to the right, the cattle to the left, and the sheep to the center. Feeling content, he lay in a circular sleeping position and drifted into a deep sleep. Suddenly, in the sky above, clouds swirled, rainbows gleamed, and the goddess Langman Gam appeared amidst the brilliant colors. Her divine presence dominated the three realms as she called out to Gesar, urging him to wake up. “The time to subdue the demon kings has come!” she declared. This was the moment Gesar had been waiting for. He immediately sought out his queen, Zumu, and told her about the goddess’s command: “Above, the snowy mountain crystal palace, The lion with jade-green mane is king of beasts. It subdues demons and evil with unmatched might. But beware, if it falls to the blue dragon, Its jade mane will be wasted. Below, in the sandalwood forest, The tiger with fiery stripes is king of the four-clawed beasts. Its stripes are its pride, But if it loses to the old dog in the village, Its stripes will bring it shame. In Ling Gabu's majestic palace, The Lion King shines in golden armor. You are the king of all beings, A hero who can subdue the four great demons. Look north to the demon land, The dying old demon is Lutsan. If you cannot defeat him, Even the golden armor will bring disgrace.” Gesar said to Zumu, “My beloved queen, I must head north to the demon land. Please take care of the palace.” Zumu’s Scheme and the Goddess’s Warning After Gesar shared his plans, he mounted his divine steed, Jang Gapeibu, and was ready to set off. But Zumu grabbed the reins and pleaded with him, “My king, my beloved! The white lion of the snowy mountains should display its power in the snowy peaks. The striped tiger of the forest should show its might in the woods. You, the Lion King of all beings, should demonstrate your strength here in Ling Gabu. Even though the goddess has given her decree, there’s no need to rush. Eat some sweets, drink some wine, and you won’t feel hungry or thirsty on the journey.” As she spoke, Zumu helped Gesar off his horse and offered him sweets and fine aged wine. Unbeknownst to Gesar, Zumu had secretly added a potion to the wine that would make him forget his mission. After finishing the food and drink, Gesar succumbed to the effects of the potion, fell into a deep sleep, and completely forgot about going to the northern demon land to battle Lutsan. Days passed. On a bright full moon night, the goddess Langman Gam appeared again in Gesar’s palace. At that moment, Gesar and Zumu were sound asleep in bed. The goddess leaned close to Gesar’s ear and whispered, “Gesar, O Lion King, it is not right for you to remain idle in leisure. The day to subdue the demons and rescue Meisa has arrived. If you continue to delay, you will lose the chance to defeat the demons and be humiliated instead.” Gesar sat up with a start, but the goddess had already disappeared, leaving behind her melodious voice echoing in the air: The Lion King of the snowy mountains, Must show his emerald mane when it is full. The striped tiger of the great forest, Must reveal its vibrant patterns when ready. The golden-eyed fish of the deep sea, Must display its six fins when complete. The Lion King of Dazi Palace, Must demonstrate his courage and strength. If you fail to heed my words today, The people of Ling Gabu will suffer great loss. Gesar rubbed his eyes and suddenly remembered the goddess’s earlier instructions. He realized that his indulgence in wine had caused him to forget his important mission. Seeing Zumu sound asleep beside him, Gesar decided not to wake her, to avoid further delays or arguments.