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Time went by, and on a bright full-moon night, a lone warrior dressed in white armor and riding a white horse appeared like a god of death. Without hesitation, he galloped straight down the White Road of Hor, charging into the camp of the Hor army. 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 35 Gyatsa Rides Alone to Brave the Hor Camp, Zumu's Sharp Words Secretly Mock the Darong King Gyatsa’s Attack and the Aftermath Time went by, and on a bright full-moon night, a lone warrior dressed in white armor and riding a white horse appeared like a god of death. Without hesitation, he galloped straight down the White Road of Hor, charging into the camp of the Hor army. Sinba Meruze, watching from a distance, muttered to himself, A white rider on a white horse... it seems Gijum Yixi’s prophecy is coming true again. This must be Gyatsa , and I’m afraid he will bring bloodshed like never before. The Hor camp was taken completely by surprise. The Sinba warriors noticed the commotion but were too confused to react to the sudden attack. Gyatsa rode directly into the central camp of the White Tent King. He trampled tents, cut the flagpole into three pieces, and even sliced off a curtain from the White Tent. Had the White Tent King been inside his grand tent that night, he would have fallen to Gyatsa ’s blade. However, the cunning king had anticipated the possibility of a surprise attack by the Ling forces. His grand tent was merely a decoy, while he secretly slept in a different small tent each night. Unable to find the White Tent King, Gyatsa vented his fury by killing eighteen cooks near the stoves. He then gathered all the horses grazing in the valleys, Yang mountains, and Yin mountains and drove the herd toward Ling Gabu. After Gyatsa ’s departure, the leaders of Hor, led by the Yellow Tent King and the Black Tent King, gathered before the White Tent King to pay their respects and calm his nerves. Sinba Meruze seized this opportunity to speak, saying, “I’ve long heard the prophecy. My king, we should not make enemies of Ling Gabu. Remember the shepherd who attacked the camp before? Even I was injured by him. And now, this man is even braver! If even the nameless warriors of Ling Gabu are this powerful, imagine how strong their renowned heroes must be. My king, it is wise to withdraw the troops.” But the White Tent King, blinded by his obsession to claim the beautiful Zumu, refused to listen to any advice. He had no patience for anyone who tried to dissuade him and viewed them as enemies. Naturally, he had no kind words for Meruze: “You coward! You’ve ruined your reputation and now dare to shift the blame onto me. As for the stolen horses, they must still be retrieved. Sinba Meruze, you talk big like a tiger, but when danger comes, you’re no more than a yawning fox. I won’t trouble you with retrieving the horses this time!” Dongxuan’s Pursuit of Gyatsa The White Tent King turned his attention to Dongxuan, a general from the Hor Bumba tribe, and promised him great rewards. “If you succeed in this mission, I will grant you thirty fine horses and make you the chief of ten thousand households!” Dongxuan, eager to claim his prize, donned red armor made from ferret skin, strapped the “Blazing Flame Severing Blade” to his waist, and armed himself with a spear and bow. Leading his elite Flower Tassel Regiment, he set off in pursuit of Gyatsa . Gyatsa , having predicted that Hor would send soldiers after him, found a high hill and paused to rest. He thought to himself, When the enemy arrives, I’ll strike them down one by one and leave behind a legacy that Ling Gabu will remember forever. He dismounted and waited patiently. Before long, he saw a cloud of dust rising in the distance as the Hor cavalry approached. Dongxuan rode at the front of the formation, leading his troops. Observing their movements, Gyatsa thought, Judging by their weapons and formations, these are archers from Hor Bumba’s six divisions. I’ll let them come closer before I strike. Dongxuan, however, was no fool. He stopped his horse at a distance just beyond the range of a normal arrow and shouted, “White-faced man from Ling! You may appear fierce, but you’re only one man. Your horse may be wild, but it’s just a single steed. I’ll shoot you through with one arrow and drive the horses back to Hor!” Dongxuan’s words were followed by an arrow that flew faster than Gyatsa had anticipated. It struck the seam between the upper and lower pieces of his armor. But Gyatsa wore the divine purple sash gifted to him by the Lion King, rendering him immune to weapons. The arrow did not pierce his body. Gyatsa pulled out the arrow, raised his shining Yasi treasure blade, and shouted, “Is that all you’ve got? Your arrow couldn’t even scratch me. Women would be ashamed of such weak attacks! If you’re a real hero, face me in close combat and let’s see who’s stronger!” He spurred his white steed forward like a storm, charging at Dongxuan. Dongxuan, realizing the danger, quickly fired another arrow and turned his horse to flee. But Gyatsa nocked an arrow to his white conch bow and shouted, “Coward! You can’t escape! My death arrow will pierce your back!” Gyatsa ’s Triumph and Adan’s Determination Gyatsa steadied his aim and released his arrow with precision. It struck Dongxuan squarely between the shoulder blades, piercing through his back and exiting from his chest. Dongxuan fell from his horse, and Gyatsa quickly caught up to him. Without hesitation, he decapitated Dongxuan, took his helmet tassels, and tied his armor, sword, bow, and other weapons onto Dongxuan’s horse. The thousand soldiers who had followed Dongxuan panicked. Some fired desperate arrows from a distance, while others shouted, “Run! Flee!” Gyatsa charged at them with terrifying force, driving some into the roaring waves of the Yellow River and others off the edge of cliffs. Those who remained alive scattered like frightened chicks under the talons of a hawk, but most of them fell under Gyatsa ’s blade. Gyatsa spared only one elderly soldier named Kakang, whom he ordered to deliver a message to the White Tent King. He gave him a horse stripped of its mane and tail and said, “Tell your White Tent King of Yellow Hor: If you dare to set foot in Ling Gabu again, we are ready with a hundred warriors to serve you tea. I, Gyatsa , will personally await you at the side of Yarlasawu Mountain. This time, along with the horses I drove away, you’ve also sent us a fine gift—1,000 sets of weapons and armor, 1,000 saddles, and 1,000 fine horses. They will all be brought back to Ling Gabu as spoils of war.” Ling Gabu erupted with admiration for Gyatsa and Danma, whose heroic deeds were on everyone’s lips. Among those inspired by their bravery was Niancha Adan, the eldest son of Chao Tong. Adan thought to himself, Gyatsa and Danma have brought back so many fine horses, giving one horse to those who already own one and two horses to those who don’t. Only my father, Chao Tong, received nothing because of his troublemaking. But he has no one to blame but himself. The Lion King treats Gyatsa , Danma, and me equally without favoritism. If I can’t match their accomplishments and bring fine horses to the king, I’ll lose face, and Gyatsa will be disappointed in me. I must seize at least as many horses from Hor as the two of them did. And no matter who in the divine tribes receives them, I will distribute the horses fairly to all. With this thought, Adan’s spirit burned brightly. Like a lion with a full mane, his armor and weapons glinted like the claws of a great beast. He mounted his steed, “Snow Mountain Soar,” and rode off like a king of beasts leaping down from the snowy peaks. He arrived at the Ling Gabu council gathering in Datang Chamao, where he declared his intentions to the leaders and his brothers. Without delay, he prepared to set out. The heroes of Ling Gabu, moved by Adan’s courage, silently vowed to follow his example and become lone-rider heroes themselves when Adan returned. Chaotong’s Departure and Ling’s Unease Despite Adan’s determination to bring glory to Ling Gabu, his father, Chao Tong, was furious. He stormed in front of Adan like an old goat leaning against a crumbling wall, blocking his path. With a voice full of rage, he shouted, “You little fool who only knows how to cause trouble, shut your mouth! Heroes are everywhere, but the strongest ones are in Yellow Hor. Can you defeat Sinba and his mighty blade? Can you outmatch the arrows of the divine archer Aoe? Do you have the strength of Duoqin? Can you stand against the White Tent King? Stay here and stop embarrassing yourself. Let me take care of this!” Chao Tong’s words left the other heroes stunned. Though they disagreed with him, they couldn’t find a solid reason to stop him. The council leader, Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen, quietly thought to himself: This man is like a hammer that destroys the sacred peaks from the outside and an axe that ruins them from within. Nothing good will come of his actions! Whether he goes or not isn’t the issue—he’s a shameless braggart who doesn’t even know his own limits. If we don’t let him go, he might throw a tantrum like a black dog rolling on the ground. It’s better to just let him leave and face whatever consequences come. At that moment, Sangjang Zumu approached, offering tea and wine to Chao Tong as a gesture of goodwill. She hoped to remind him not to disgrace Ling Gabu and began to sing a soft yet sharp song, her words wrapped in subtle scorn: Oh, Lord Chao Tong of Ma region! Please rein in your horse’s hooves. Sit firmly upon your golden saddle, And plant your feet steadily in the flowered stirrups. I have words to say before you leave! Long ago, the Tibetan proverb said: “Shepherds who prefer to walk alone, Lose their sheep while they sleep. Young merchants who travel alone, Deliver their goods into the hands of thieves. A small pack ox that strays to graze alone, Will have its nose torn by wolves. Uncles who go into battle alone, Give their nephews into the hands of enemies.” This proverb is known by all. Oh, Lord Chaotong of Ma region! Since the time of King Chupen Nabu, Never once have we ceased our conquests. The riches and horses captured are countless, Yet no man was harmed, no horse was lost. The ancestral iron sword, the mighty “Thunderbolt Blade,” Has never fallen into the hands of enemies. We have not traded it for fatty meat when hungry, Nor exchanged it for fine wine when thirsty. The thirty heroes of Ling Gabu, Within the nation, they are like silk threads twisted into a rope. Beyond our borders, they are like spears lined across vast plains. When enemies attack, spearheads rise in unison. When friends arrive, blades divide the feast. No boasts the firstborn in Senior lineage, No claims to be the strongest in Middle lineage, No prides himself on his swiftness in Junior lineage. We pray to the five great dakinis, To grant Lord Chaotong’s steed divine speed. We call upon the four wrathful goddesses, To protect our uncle on his campaign. May you meet the enemy as a tanner softens tiger hide, May you face battle as a bow bends from the front. May you catch wolves like hounds seizing prey from behind. Oh, long-lived uncle! There is one unpleasant truth I must share, “A glazed ceramic jar cannot be turned inside out.” Uncle, do not forget this in your heart. Reflect on what is right and wrong; If my words offend, I beg your forgiveness. Zumu’s song struck a nerve and exposed Chao Tong’s insecurities. By the time she finished, Chao Tong had drained his tea and left half his wine untouched. His nostrils flared, and his beard bristled with anger. In a fit of rage, he poured the remaining wine onto the ground, turned his horse around, and snarled, “The root of all unrest between Hor and Ling, the reason for war, is you—this disgraceful fool! My mission is critical, and I must go, but you speak such venomous words. What is your true intention?” With that, he spurred his horse forward, leaving a trail of dust as he galloped away.

The Second Chapter Narrates Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva’s Compassionate Mission To Save Sentient Beings. Transforming Into A Rakshasa Youth, He Ventured Into The Northern Continent Of Ox-Tail, A Dangerous Land Inhabited By The Rakshasa Tribe. At Its Center Stood The Awe-Inspiring Great Bliss Self-Arising Palace, So Fearsome That Even Yama, Brahma, And The Demon King Pinayaka Avoided It. 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 2 AVALOKITESVARA DELIVERS THE TEACHINGS ON GOMEDA CONTINENT: THE RAKSHASA KING AND THE DIVINE SON PROTECTED BY THE HEAVEN OF ULTIMATE FORM The second chapter narrates Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva’s compassionate mission to save sentient beings. transforming into a Rakshasa youth, he ventured into the northern continent of Gomeda, a dangerous land inhabited by the Rakshasa tribe. At its center stood the awe-inspiring Great Bliss Self-arising Palace, so fearsome that even Yama, Brahma, and the Demon King Pinayaka avoided it. concealing his true form and shielding himself with white light, the Avalokitesvara entered the perilous land but was confronted by the Rakshasa Minister, Recha Gordun. responding with wisdom, the Avalokitesvara revealed himself as the "Compassionate Child Who Benefits All Beings" and insisted on meeting King Pema Tochin. Pema Tochin, a manifestation of Amitayus Buddha, recognized the Avalokitesvara’s true nature, accepted the mission of salvation, and foretold the descent of Tuibagawa. blessed by the five buddhas, Tuibagawa was born with extraordinary powers to subdue demons and liberate beings. Gomeda Continent is located to the north of Jambudvipa and is a place inhabited by Rakshasas. The hall of Great Bliss Self-Arising Palace on Gomeda Continent is majestic and awe-inspiring, so much so that even the Hell Emperor Yama fears it, the Brahma King retreats from it, and the Demon King Pinayaka avoids it. Ordinary people simply cannot and dare not approach this place. However, in order to save beings from the sea of suffering, Avalokitesvara decides to venture into this chilling place. He conceals his true form and transforms into a Rakshasa child wearing a clamshell on his head, enveloped in a large shield of white light. This auspicious Buddha light protects the Avalokitesvara from being disturbed by evil spirits. This Gomeda Continent is located to the north of Jambudvipa and is the dwelling place of the Rakshasas. In this land stands the magnificent and imposing Great Bliss Self-Arising Palace within the Infinite Light Lotus Palace. Its grandeur and majesty are unmatched. Even the King of Hell, Yama, trembles in fear here; Brahma retreats in caution, and the Demon King Pinayaka avoids this place altogether. Ordinary people cannot and dare not approach this terrifying location. However, in order to save all beings from the sea of suffering, Avalokitesvara resolved to visit this fearsome land. The Bodhisattva concealed his true form and transformed into a Rakshasa child wearing a conch shell crown, surrounded by a large shield of radiant white light. This auspicious Buddha light protected the Bodhisattva, shielding him from all evil influences. When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva arrived at the eastern gate of Gomeda Continent, he was spotted by the Rakshasa minister, Recha Gordun. Recha Gordun looked at Avalokitesvara’s transformed appearance and felt very puzzled:"Who is this person? If he’s a deity, he looks like a Rakshasa child. But if he’s a Rakshasa, he’s surrounded by an auspicious white light. For most beings, Gomeda Continent is a place so terrifying that even hearing about it is enough to send chills down their spines and fill their hearts with dread. Yet this unfamiliar child dares to come here. He must have some important purpose." Recha Gordun couldn’t figure it out and had no idea why this child was here, so he asked: Strange child, where do you come from? Why have you come here? Gomeda Continent is a blood-soaked sea of evil. The hunger of the Rakshasas burns hotter than fire, The claws of the female Rakshasas stretch farther than water, And the flesh-hunting Rakshasas move faster than the wind. As the ancient saying goes: If your heart does not bear unbearable pain, There is no need to drown yourself in water. If you have not suffered great injustice, There is no need to hand your treasures to officials. You, a child still wet behind the ears, Why have you come to this place? Where are you from? And who are your parents?" After Recha Gordun finished asking, he blinked and waited for an answer. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva thought for a moment and replied: "My name is Compassionate Son of Benefiting All Beings. My father is the Great Bodhisattva, Savior of All¹, and my mother is Lady Lamp of Emptiness². This morning, I came from Deqing Valley to discuss an important matter with Master Pema Tochin." Recha Gordun looked at the child and said disdainfully, "If it's something important, tell me directly!" Avalokitesvara replied calmly: "As the saying goes, 'Grains scattered on grass will not grow crops; seeds sown in fertile fields will yield abundant harvests.' Telling you would be of no use. Please just report my arrival. I must see the Master Pema Tochin." The Rakshasa minister grew angry when he saw the child refusing to speak to him directly: "In the kingdom ruled by our Rakshasa King Pema Tochin, during ancient times, the laws were stricter than thunder, the territory was vaster than the heavens, and the power was fiercer than the star Rāhu. Not even a wandering child like you, but even high-ranking ministers like me are often punished without fault. However, since our new king has taken the throne, people have gradually developed the four virtues: emptiness, compassion, bravery, and peace. Everyone's actions have become harmonious, like robes cut from the same pattern or prayer beads strung to the same standard. But just as no weeds are allowed to grow in a sacred temple, here in Gomeda Continent, we cannot allow idle wanderers to roam freely. If you wish to see our king, do you have the sacred scarf (Khata) for worshiping the temple? Do you have offerings for the Guru? Or do you carry gifts for meeting the lord? The child listened to the Rakshasa minister's words and, without hesitation, replied: "Of course I have gifts. I have thirty offerings: In the realm of teachings, I have the Six-Syllable Mantra. In the realm of the path, I have the Six Paramitas. Externally, I have the six objective senses; Internally, I have the six subjective consciousnesses; And in between, I have the six sensory organs. Do you think these are sufficient as offerings for an audience?" The Rakshasa minister saw that the child spoke to him without the slightest fear, instead radiating an air of righteous integrity. This greatly displeased him, and he responded: "If you want to worship the sacred Mount Zhari, you need a nine-jointed vine staff! If you want to travel through the valleys of Jiawu, you must at least offer silver ingots. So tell me, are your so-called gifts great or small?" The child answered calmly: "They are neither truly great nor truly small. My body may only be the length of a single bow, but it is the precious human form.It may seem small, but if you can understand its value, it is the inexhaustible wealth and sustenance of this life and the next, a rare wish-fulfilling jewel that can provide anything you desire.However, if you don’t understand its value, it becomes the sinking stone of samsara, weighed down by the three poisons. It is the root of both joy and suffering, a mere vessel of filth and impurities." "Very well then, wait here while I go and inform the king," said the Rakshasa minister. Having no words to counter the child’s reply, he left and entered the palace to report to the king. Master Pema Tochin, the Long-Life Buddha, transforms into different forms based on the needs of others to save living beings and spread virtuous deeds. To educate and guide the fierce Rakshasas, he took on a majestic form and came to Gomeda Continent, where he is known as Master Pema Tochin. At this moment, he was seated on a beautifully arranged cushion atop a throne adorned with golden ornaments. His eyes were half-closed as he meditated, contemplating the significance of the Dharma nature for humanity. Although he was fully aware of everything happening outside, including the conversation between Recha Gordun and the child, he pretended not to know when Recha Gordun entered. He asked: "Hey, who was singing such unpleasant songs and speaking meaningless words this morning? Is he trying to entrust someone with an important matter?" The Rakshasa minister thought to himself: "There’s a saying: 'The king sits on the throne, and his sharp eyes see all directions; the sun moves across the sky, and its light shines upon the world; dark clouds cover the heavens, and rain nourishes the earth.' By this reasoning, the king already knows everything. But still, I must answer his question truthfully." He respectfully replied: "O great king who shakes the four directions, at the gate of the Merciful Great Hall in the outer city of Deqing Benzhuang Chamu in Rakshasa City, there is a child who is neither human nor demon. If you say he is not divine, he has a ring of white light around his back. If you say he is divine, he looks like a Rakshasa child. He claims to have an important mission to benefit all beings and wishes to report it to you. The Divine Child is Prophesied to Save All Beings The one who will save all beings is the Divine Child, Tuibagawa.The five Buddhas have made predictions about his greatness, And the savior of the three times (past, present, and future) has blessed him. Upon hearing this, the Great Master Pema Tochin smiled with immense joy and recited: "Ah, how wonderful, great Bodhisattva! A Bodhisattva who liberates beings upon hearing their cries, Like the brightest moon among the stars, Like the snow lotus on the grasslands. The deeds of all Buddhas are manifest in you, The wisdom of all victors is gathered in you. May all beings escape the ocean of suffering. And reach the shores of happiness." With this, the compassionate Avalokitesvara, seeing that Pema Tochin had embraced the task entrusted by the Buddhas of all ten directions, returned to Mount Potala. The Divine Child’s Descent is Prepared On the tenth day of the month, a sacred festival of the dakas (sky warriors) was celebrated. Master Pema Tochin chose this auspicious day for the Divine Child to descend into the world. Seated in a meditative state called the "Samadhi of Universal Dharma," Master Pema Tochin began to chant sacred mantras. From the top of his head, a green light emerged and split into two beams: One beam entered the heart of Samantabhadra, the primordial Buddha of the Dharma Realm. The other beam entered the heart of the holy mother, Lanka Yingchuma. From Samantabhadra’s chest emerged a five-pronged green vajra, inscribed with the syllable "Yé." This vajra flew into the Zasong Gawa Vihara grove and entered the head of the celestial prince Dechok Anya, transforming him into Hayagriva, the wrathful deity with the horse head. From Lanka Yingchuma’s chest emerged a sixteen-petaled red lotus, with the syllable "Ah" shining brightly in its center. This lotus floated into the head of the celestial maiden Juma Dezema, transforming her into Vajravarahi, the wrathful feminine deity. The transformed Hayagriva and Vajravarahi then entered a deep meditative state, emanating a harmonious sound that resonated with the hearts of all Buddhas. All the Buddhas of the ten directions condensed their blessings into a vajra cross. This cross melted into fire and entered Hayagriva’s head, which was then transferred into Vajravarahi’s womb. Instantly, a radiant child, whose presence brought joy and liberation to those who saw or heard him, was born. The child rested on an eight-petaled lotus in Vajravarahi’s arms. The Divine Child’s First Words As soon as the child was born, he chanted the Hundred-Syllable Mantra and sang a song about cause and effect: “Om Mani Padme Hum! Five Tathagatas, please bear witness. May I and all beings achieve the wisdom of the Five Buddhas. To escape the six realms of samsara, One must take refuge in the Three Jewels. To leave behind the abyss of suffering, One must cultivate a compassionate mind. In this world, countless beings suffer: The powerful fear losing their position, The lowly suffer exploitation, The strong suffer from incomplete success, The weak suffer oppression, The rich worry about losing wealth, The poor endure hunger and cold. Life is filled with suffering, And death is unavoidable. Even the brave leave nothing but a mound of earth, The wealthy depart with empty hands. In the end, the high and low all meet the same fate. Therefore, O worldly beings, Do not be reckless! Leaders, do not invert cause and effect. The strong must not oppress the weak. The rich must practice generosity, And all people should recite the Buddha’s teachings. With diligence and care, success will come.” Pema Tochin Calls Upon the Buddhas for Empowerment On Gaya Sandho Mountain, the great master Pema Tochin heard the Divine Child’s song and realized the time for his empowerment and blessings had come. He also understood the child needed the protection of the Buddhas. In deep meditation, Pema Tochin chanted sacred mantras, and rays of light began to shoot from his body:- A white light from his forehead reached the heart of Vairocana Buddha in the Ultimate Form Heaven, inspiring him.- A blue light from his chest touched the heart of Akshobhya Buddha, inspiring him.- A yellow light from his navel reached the heart of Ratnasambhava Buddha, inspiring him.- A red light from his throat inspired the heart of Amitabha Buddha in the Western Pure Land.- A green light from his lower body reached the heart of Amoghasiddhi Buddha, inspiring him. While summoning their blessings, Pema Tochin sang a song to express the truth: "Om! The wisdom of the five Buddhas clears the five poisons. From the unborn realm, the great vow arises. The five pure elements of the five sky maidens descend from the formless realm to serve all beings.Ordinary people say: A teacher without teachings, No matter how skilled, cannot win respect. A disciple who breaks vows, even with many apologies, cannot repair the damage. A leader without support, even with great power, cannot command. A servant without courtesy, even with talent, cannot be trusted. A weapon without a blade, no matter how fine the hilt, cannot defeat an enemy. Medicine without a cure, no matter how sweet, cannot heal. Land without fertilizer, no matter how many seeds, cannot yield crops. Grant strength and honor. Provide sharp weapons and their hilts. Give protective medicine to heal the six realms, And teach the Dharma to liberate beings!" Hearing Pema Tochin's call, the Buddhas began to act. The Buddhas’ Empowerment of the Divine Child Vairocana Buddha sent a golden eight-spoked wheel into the Divine Child’s forehead and sang: "Om! O warrior born of the wisdom of the Dharma Realm,Your name shall be Tuibagawa (He Who Brings Joy to All Who Hear). May you conquer the four enemies, May those who meet you never fall into evil paths, May those who see you reach the pure lands, And may those who hear your voice be liberated from sin.You have received the empowerment of the Dharma." Akshobhya Buddha sent a five-pronged blue vajra into the child’s chest, saying: "This vajra is the treasure of Samadhi. May your heart remain unshakable, like a vajra, And may you crush all obstacles to liberation. You have received the empowerment of the vajra." Further Blessings of the Buddhas Ratnasambhava Buddha sent golden light from his navel, transforming it into treasures symbolizing the merits of all Buddhas. These treasures entered the Divine Child’s navel as Ratnasambhava said: "May you wear the crown of greatness,Your position noble and auspicious. May you wear earrings and necklaces, Your name renowned throughout the world. May you wear these precious garments, Destroying all demonic forces. You have received the empowerment of treasures." Amitabha Buddha, from his throat, sent a red lotus into the Divine Child’s throat, granting him the blessings of sixty melodious tones. He also placed a golden five-pronged vajra in the child’s right hand, proclaiming: "This vajra represents the vows of the Buddhas. May you fulfill your promise to save all beings. May you conquer all demons. You have received the empowerment of the lotus." The Completion of the Empowerments Finally, Amoghasiddhi Buddha sent a green cross into the Divine Child’s lower body, symbolizing limitless power and success in all endeavors. He also placed a white silver bell in the child’s left hand, representing the natural fulfillment of all Buddha activities. Amoghasiddhi proclaimed: "You are the embodiment of the Buddha’s deeds. From clouds of peace and compassion, Lightning sparks of wisdom flash forth, Shattering the mountains of karmic obstacles. The teacher who chases wealth, Must be subdued by the teachings of the wise. The arrogant and proud ruler, Must be subdued by the law of cause and effect. The boastful and self-important woman, Must be subdued by calamities. A vajra weapon is placed in your hand, Your mind pervades the Dharma Realm and Vajra Realm, The compassion of the Bodhisattvas gathers within you. May you naturally fulfill the work of defeating all enemies. Divine Child Tuibagawa, You have received the empowerment of activity. After the five Buddhas completed their empowerments, the wrathful deities and other divine beings bestowed four additional empowerments upon the Divine Child, Tuibagawa. From that moment, Tuibagawa became endowed with unparalleled virtues and immeasurable blessings. He was destined to protect the weak, suppress oppressors, and guide the black-haired Tibetan people. By day, he would serve as a fierce warrior, subduing demons, and by night, as a compassionate teacher, liberating beings. This extraordinary Divine Child, a wise ruler and a powerful protector, was now fully prepared to descend into the human world and fulfill his mission of saving all beings. Notes: Rakshasa: One of the eight classes of demons. The eight classes include: Gananda demons, Pisacha demons, poison-distributing demons, ghosts, dragons, stinking hungry ghosts, yakshas, and rakshasas. Savior: Refers to the Three-Time Saviors, also called the Three Saviors, which are Manjushri, Avalokitesvara (Guanyin), and Vajradhara. Emptiness: A Buddhist term meaning the nature of "no self-nature" or "lack of inherent existence." Rahu: A term from ancient Indian astrology. In ancient Indian astronomy, the descending node where the "ecliptic" and the "lunar orbit" intersect is called Rahu, and the ascending node is called Ketu. Together with the Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn, they are referred to as the "Nine Planets" (Navagraha). Since solar and lunar eclipses occur near the intersection of these two paths, Rahu is also known as the eclipse demon. In ancient Indian astrology, Rahu was believed to influence human fortunes and misfortunes. Five Buddhas: Refers to the Yellow Buddha of Sequential Arising, Red Infinite Light Buddha, Green Accomplishing Buddha, White Immovable Buddha, and Blue Immovable Buddha. In Vajrayana, they are called the Five Buddhas. Blessing: A Buddhist term generally referring to the Buddha's power assisting and protecting sentient beings. In Vajrayana, it is explained as the mutual response between Vairocana and sentient beings. "Blessing" refers to Vairocana's great compassion for sentient beings, while "acceptance" refers to sentient beings' ability to receive this help. Dakinis: Female deities; Vajra Fathers: Male deities, consorts of the dakinis. Samadhi: A transliteration of the Sanskrit term, meaning "concentration," "right absorption," or "equanimity." It refers to the cessation of scattered thoughts, focusing the mind on one object with clarity and steadiness, avoiding dullness or distraction. It is one of the methods of Buddhist practice. Syllables in Sanskrit Mantras: In Sanskrit mantras, three common syllables are "Om," "Ah," and "Hum," representing body, speech, and mind. Among them, "Om" symbolizes the body, "Ah" symbolizes speech, and "Hum" symbolizes the mind. Hayagriva: A type of Dharma protector deity. Vajravarahi: A female deity. Cause and Effect: Based on the Buddhist theory that "what has not been done will not arise, and what has been done will not be lost," it holds that every phenomenon has a cause and a corresponding result. "Good causes" lead to "good results," and "bad causes" lead to "bad results." Three Jewels: A Buddhist term. The Sanskrit term translates as: the "Three Jewels" in Buddhism are Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha. "Buddha" refers to Shakyamuni Buddha; "Dharma" refers to Buddhist teachings; "Sangha" refers to the Buddhist monastic community that inherits and spreads these teachings. Empowerment: A Vajrayana Buddhist ritual for transmitting teachings. Five Poisons: In Buddhist texts, these are greed, hatred, ignorance, jealousy, and doubt. Five Wisdoms: Equivalent to the Five Buddhas. Five Practices: In Buddhist scriptures, these refer to the practice of generosity, morality, patience, diligence, and meditation. In The Nirvana Sutra, they also refer to sacred practice, pure practice, heavenly practice, infant-like practice, and illness practice. Five Goddesses: The five dakinis of the five Buddha families. Dakinis are female deities. Visible and Invisible: A Buddhist phrase referring to enemies that are both tangible and intangible. Wrathful Deities: A type of Dharma protector deity. Four Empowerments: These are the Vase Empowerment, Secret Empowerment, Wisdom Empowerment, and Word Empowerment, which are part of Buddhist rituals.

King Gesar epic ch57 Chapter 57 Meruze Swears Allegiance To King Gesar, The Lion King Ties The Knot With Gijum Yixi Previous Item Next Item

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 41 Danma’s Three Arrows Suppress The Hor Army’s Momentum; Senda Launches A Surprise Attack, Destroying The Enemy Camp Chapter 42 Chaos In The Ranks As Chao Tong Betrays The Army Repeatedly; Upholding Justice, Adan Seeks To Punish His Wicked Father Chapter 43 Meruze Advises A Ceasefire And Withdrawal Of Troops, But The White Tent King Insists On Recruiting And Expanding His Army Chapter 44 The Roaring Yellow River, Sipan’s Sacrifice, And King Gyatsa’s Alliance With Yuzhou Chapter 45 A Bold Raid, Maerle’s Death, And Noblewomen Mourning On The Battlefield Chapter 46 The Chief Steward's Daring Raid And Triumphant Return Chapter 47 Zumu Repeatedly Sends Letters Longing For The King's Return; Maidservant Willingly Marries In Her Stead To Seek Peace Chapter 48 Chao Tong's Treacherous Arrow Breaks The Peace; Queen Zumu Takes The Field And Is Captured By Hor Chapter 49 Fury Drives Gyatsa In Pursuit Of Foes; Karma Unavoidable, The Heavenly Dog Devours The Bright Moon Chapter 50 The King Indulges In Pleasure, Forgetting His Homeland; The Divine Steed's Tears Awaken The Amnesiac Chapter 51 Disguised As A Beggar, He Skillfully Probes The Details Of Ling; Displaying Divine Might, He Sternly Punishes Darong's Chao Tong Chapter 52 The People's Hope Rests On Armor And Spears; All Heroes Raise Their Heads To Send The Great King On His Campaign Chapter 53 Meeting A Brother's Spirit On Tola Mountain, Gesar Vows To Take The Demon's Head Chapter 54 The Lion King Wins The Demonesses At Dice; Three Sisters Pledge Their Sincerity To Aid The Great King Chapter 55 Displaying Divine Powers To Expel Demons, Disguised As A Beggar Meets The Diviner Girl Chapter 56 Miraculous Transformations On The Achin Plains; The Soul-Binding Sacred Fish Perish In The Hor River Chapter 57 Meruze Swears Allegiance To King Gesar, The Lion King Ties The Knot With Gijum Yixi Chapter 58 Divination Reveals The Soul-Destroying Method; Testing Zumu's Heart In The Yaze Palace Chapter 59 The King Orders The Ling Army To Press The Enemy's Border; Tangze 'S Stratagem Costs The Hor Their Horses And Soldiers Chapter 60 Retribution Strikes As White Tent King's Life-Lamp Extinguishes; Demon Kingdom Maiden Displays Prowess, Battle Merits Shine Chapter 61 The Demon Receives Punishment With A Saddle On His Neck; Gyatsa Drinks Enemy Blood And Departs This World Chapter 62 Swearing Vengeance For A Brother, Pleading For Mercy To Save A Loyal Minister Chapter 63 King Sadan Of Jiang Dispatches Troops To Seize The Salt Sea; Queen Jiangsa Bids A Tearful Farewell To Her Beloved Son Chapter 64 The Brahma King Bestows A Prophecy To Protect The Salt Sea; Sinba King Leads The Vanguard, Sparking Internal Strife Chapter 65 The Surrendered Minister Meruze Pleads His Case; The Sacred Lion King Reprimands Danma Chapter 66 The Veteran Danma Wishes To Return Home; The King's Brother Gyatsa Appears In A Vision To Settle The Dispute Chapter 67 The King's Bold Mobilization For The Salt Sea Campaign; Meisa's Willful Decision To Follow Her Lord Chapter 68 A Cunning Scheme Forges An Alliance With Sinba Yula; A Prince Of The Jiang Kingdom Is Captured While On A Mission Chapter 69 Sinba's Silver Tongue Lures The Stubborn Foe; Bara's Mighty Blade Rescues His Comrade Chapter 70 Dispel Nightmares And Seek Peace And Tranquility Chapter 71 The Brahma King's Prophecy Guides The King Gesar To Jiang; Foretells A Heroine Slaying The Divine Bull Chapter 72 The Jiang Kingdom's Three Young Generals Launch A Surprise Attack; The Ling Kingdom's Heroes Overcome A Formidable Foe Chapter 73 The Queen Mother's Tragic Demise And King Sadan's Mourning Seclusion Chapter 74 The King Returns To Lead The Army Against The Jiang Kingdom; A Prophecy Guides The Lion King To Shoot The Demon's Soul Chapter 75 Craftsmen Restore The Iron Soul-House In Jiang; Qula's Raid Costs Ling A Young General Chapter 76 The Jiang Launch Another Raid, Danma Is Wounded; The Great King Departs For The Divine Realm, The Ling Army Calls A Truce Chapter 77 Three Heroes Battle The Poisonous Ones With Blades; The Lion King Slays The Soul-Binding Serpent With Divine Arrows Chapter 78 Adanam Is Captured In Battle, Buya Zhujie Falls On The Battlefield Chapter 79 Chao Tong Uses Magic To Rescue The Heroine; King Sadan Vows Not To Leave His Place Of Asceticism Chapter 80 The King's Divine Arrow Prevails With Celestial Aid; Heroes Storm The Jiang Camp To Rescue Chao Tong Table of content Description Table of content Description Chapter 1 Click for here for ch1 The People of the Snowy Land Suffer Great Hardships, Praying for the Gods to Descend and Subdue the Demons Chapter 2 Click for here for ch2 Avalokiteshvara Delivers the Teachings on Ox-Tail Continent:The Rakshasa King and the Divine Son Protected by the Heaven of Ultimate Form Chapter 3 Click for here for ch3 The Divine Child Fears Difficulty and Refuses to Descend. The Heavenly Deities Urge Him with Nine Divinations Chapter 4 Click for here for ch4 Seeking the Divination Deity to Resolve Doubts, Eliminate Disasters, Cure Plagues, and Receive the Dragon Maiden as a Reward Chapter 5 Click for here for ch5 A Good Omen Appears, Chief Seeks Dream Interpretation, and the Great Sage Proclaims Prophecy Chapter 6 Click for here for ch6 Avenging a Brother – Gyatsa Leads a Campaign Against the Guo Tribe, and Senlen Wins the Dragon King's Daughter Chapter 7 Click for here for ch7 Jealousy Arises – Jiafei Bullies the Dragon Maiden, Who Is Banished to the Wilderness Chapter 8 Coming soon 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. K i n g G e s a r of Tibet

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 56 Miraculous Transformations On The Achin Plains; The Soul-Binding Sacred Fish Perish In The Hor River A Mysterious Caravan Appears on the Forbidden Plains In the northeastern corner of the great Achin plains lay a place called Shazhuyu, the Hor Kingdom's military training ground and a strategic stronghold. No one was permitted to approach without special permission. At its center was a lush grassland with abundant water and pasture. One day, a large merchant caravan suddenly appeared there. Crates of black tea were stacked almost to the sky; the ropes tethering the pack mules were longer than streams. Countless bolts of cloth, silk, and woolen fabrics were displayed alongside gold and silver ornaments, jade, and agate, all meticulously arranged. The hills were covered with mules and horses, and at the foot of the hills, a large golden-tasseled tent was pitched, guarded by sixty massive mastiffs. The Hor people were both alarmed and covetous of this wealth of gold, jade, and silks. Many felt they should dispatch troops to raid the merchant camp and seize all the goods. Baturu Tangze Yuzhou said, "Since the Hor-Ling war, we have stationed heavy troops at all strategic passes. But recently, we keep encountering caravans, sorcerers, monks, and other suspicious individuals. It's hard to say they aren't transformations of Gesar. This caravan's arrival is very strange. Where did they cross our border? I think we must be cautious, not rash. The Hor Kingdom has accumulated deep grievances with neighboring lands. If we rashly send troops to attack a merchant camp, the consequences could be unpredictable. Fortunately, the Great White Tent King is here. I wonder what the King and his ministers think?" The blacksmith Chuguben agreed with Tangze's view, but fearing White Tent King's tyranny, he dared not speak plainly. Estimating that Sinba Meruze would not hesitate to voice his opinion, he went along with the flow: "Now, Black Tent King is not present at this gathering, and the senior minister Daben has gone north. Tangze's words seem to have some merit, but I wonder what the Sinba King thinks?" After speaking, he sat waiting. Sinba Meruze said, "Heavenly King and ministers of all departments, before my late father King Darma Ben, we never invaded any tribe. This soft white silk of the Hor Kingdom bore no stains. But since White Tent Heavenly King ascended the throne, we have made too many enemies and incurred the hatred of all our neighbors. I fear disputes will arise endlessly, longer than a river. Now within our Hor Kingdom, we can only flatter and praise; we cannot bear to hear a single word of dissent. Though Daben, Tangze, and I dare to speak some honest words, the King simply does not heed them. The young men led by the King's younger brother Duoqin and Qiangla recklessly show off their strength, provoking conflicts and enmity, yet the King believes them. However, who is cowardly and who is brave will only become clear when it finally comes to each one's own head!" Duoqin was very displeased: "You keep saying day after day that we, the king and his ministers, are doomed, doomed. But aren't we still perfectly fine? I think it's better to attack that caravan." Tangze said, "A full pot of rice has its time to cook; a full plate of meat has its time to cool. It would be better to first send someone to inquire, to probe the reality of the situation, and demand they pay the water and pasture fee. If they refuse, then consider sending troops; it wouldn't be too late." White Tent King also thought this idea was good, so he dispatched Sinba Meruze and a clever-tongued dwarf to collect the water and pasture fee while also scouting their movements. Meruze donned his armor neatly: a white helmet adorned with a cluster of red horsehair tassels, white armor, a quiver and bow case fastened tightly at his waist, his dense forest-like black hair protruding from beneath the helmet, his brownish-yellow beard jutting out on his chest, riding a white-browed dappled horse. The dwarf also rode a bird-winged horse, closely following behind, galloping toward the caravan. The Sinba's Humiliating Encounter with the Caravan As they neared the merchant tents, Meruze first sent the dwarf to test the waters. The dwarf tied his horse to a tree and timidly crept toward the tents, just as the guards were practicing archery. Arrows flew chaotically; the dwarf couldn't advance, so he had to hide in the grass by the water-fetching path, waiting for someone fetching water to inquire about the situation. As soon as the archery stopped, a group of water-carriers came whistling along. One worker examined the dwarf carefully and said, "How strange! Where did this little bird die here? If later water-carriers aren't careful, they might step on it or trip over it!" Before the dwarf could reply, the man grabbed him like a little bird and flung him several zhang away, knocking the dwarf unconscious. When he came to and understood, he hurried back to report to Sinba: "No matter what, I dare not go again." He hung his head, his neck bent like a bow, standing there motionless. Meruze had no choice but to go alone. Arriving near the merchant tents, he saw three great merchants smiling as if discussing something, but they were too far away to hear clearly, and he couldn't get closer. So he turned and walked toward the tea-making tent. The workers there were all sneering coldly. Though he shouted at them several times, no one paid him any heed, so he had to wait outside the tent. After a while, a worker emerged, his head wrapped in a cloud-white silk turban, wearing a sky-blue robe, red satin trousers, a treasure blade as long as a river at his waist, rainbow-hued long boots on his feet, a golden-glinting Buddhist shrine hanging on his chest, and silver earrings dazzling to the eyes—like a beautiful peacock. Sinba called out "Brother!" several times in succession, but the man still ignored him and walked away. When he returned, Sinba again called out "Brother!" as before. The man only replied with an "Ah," asking indifferently, "What are you, this fellow, shouting about in front of our great tent?" Sinba said, "This is our Hor Kingdom's pastureland. Our White Tent King has ordered that unless you pay the water and pasture fee, you are not permitted to pitch tents here!" Hearing this, the man sneered and said, "Ah! You fool, talking nonsense. From the prosperous Jhana in the east to the Buddhist kingdom of Jaga in the west, how many times has my merchant caravan traveled? I've never heard of any Hor White Tent King. In this land of Jambudvipa, forget about you yellow Hor people the size of a horse felt pad—even on the great plains before the Vajra Seat at the Jaga temple, or before the golden throne of the Shakyamuni Buddha in Lhasa, Tibet, my caravan has pitched tents. Everywhere we go, people treat us with tea and wine, respect and courtesy. Gold and silver are measured by the peck, silk and satin sold by the length. Trade is fair, both sides satisfied. Never has anyone demanded any grass or water fee! But in your yellow Hor land, you actually say we can't pitch tents? I've truly never heard such a thing. Your White Tent King—aside from bullying Hor men and women, what is he to us? If you insist on threatening that we can't drink water or pasture horses here, we'll put hobbles on all our mules and horses and not move a single step. But from now on, all water and fodder must be supplied daily by your king. The soles of our feet don't have mouths; we don't eat grass. You can rest assured about that." After this dressing-down, the man still felt he hadn't said enough and continued, "You thief, what exactly have you come for today? To extort or to steal something? You boast until the heavens shake, yet you don't know shame. Fine, if you want water and grass money, you can grab three handfuls of ash from that stove pit and eat it. If you still don't scream back, I'll unleash those sixty fierce mastiffs. See if they don't bite you until you're drenched in blood!" These words made Sinba so angry he bristled. He shouted, "Hey! Worker with the hero's turban! Your attitude is more obstinate than rock, your temper rougher than coarse woolen cloth. My yellow Hor is not like other places where you can act as you please! Originally, I thought of sending a few great Sinbas with troops, but I felt coming personally to mediate would suffice. Yet you actually speak so insolently. I don't mind that at all, but if you insist on not paying the water and pasture fee, I'm afraid you'll face punishment under Hor law. So better pay the fee quickly and avoid that step!" Hearing this, the man said, "We have no time to pay you now. Waiting until the eighth day to pay isn't too late. If you can't wait, then tonight, the dirt I shake from my hat and boots, the stove ash I scrape out—I'll give it all to you and White Tent King as snacks, as the first installment of the water and grass fee. Such fine goods—don't distribute them among the Hor tribes!" With that, he glared and turned back into the tent, then stuck his head out and roared angrily, "What? Still not scramming back? I'm going to unleash the dogs!" As he spoke, he untied the mastiffs. All sixty dogs pounced toward Sinba. Sinba fled for his life backward; it felt as if a dog had already bitten his calf, his heart pounding like a lamb's. The barking before and behind was like a thousand thunders; the dogs' tongues flashed like red lightning. He ran headlong without looking back, not returning to Yaze City until dusk. Not daring to mention the insults, he just panted and reported to White Tent King that it had been agreed to collect the water and pasture fee seven days later. The Hor king and ministers had no choice but to agree. Within a few days, the caravan had already smashed the grass and shrubs over a large nearby area with stones, turning the beautiful grassland into patches of black earth, leaving behind a scene of desolation and bleakness. Because of the prior agreement, the Hor king and ministers saw this but could do nothing, forced to wait for the day to collect the fee. Gesar Transforms Into A Fisherman And Kill The Soul-Binding Fish On the fourth day, Gesar led thirteen men from the caravan. Transforming himself into a fearsome-looking fisherman, he wore deerskin trousers and shirt, wrapped around his waist with eighteen kinds of horns and antlers from wild yaks and antelopes. Carrying iron hooks and fishing nets, he moved his tent to a place with fish nests in the great Hor River and cast his net. At that time, the three soul-binding fish were surrounded by a hundred subordinate fish, devouring various creatures in the river as if eating roasted barley. The fisherman gathered all these fish into his net, pulled them ashore, dumped them on the great plain, and began gutting them one by one. The people of Yaze City all saw this scene. Sinba immediately leaped onto his horse and galloped off like the wind. Among the netted fish were three exceptionally large ones: vermilion, golden, and white-browed. Their eyes blinked like shining mirrors, their tails thrashing left and right. Just as the fisherman was about to kill them, Meruze arrived. Looking at these large fish, their colors matching the patterns in the ancient secret texts passed down through generations, they seemed very much like the soul-binding sacred fish of the three Hor Kings. White Tent King had just days ago spoken of protecting them. Filled with anger and anxiety, he urgently shouted at the fisherman, "You caravan! First you pitched tents on my forbidden grassland, pastured your mules and horses, then set dogs on me. Now you're catching and killing our Hor fish! Why do you bully us like this?" The fisherman, having just gutted a fish as big as a sleeve, bloodily, grabbed Sinba's chest with his left hand, swung the fish with his right, and struck him three times across the face like the flashing dawn light, cursing, "You insatiably greedy fellow! The river has no owner, flowing freely across the plain. Catching a few ownerless fish—what does it have to do with you? I'll take these big fish back for meals, these small ones for snacks. If you weren't so greedy and knew your place, I'd give you this fish soup as a gift. Eat your fill and hurry back to claim credit before White Tent King!" By then, the fish sun-drying on the plain had all died. Sinba felt both ashamed and anxious but could do nothing. He thought, if he argued further, it would only worsen the situation. Forget the other fish; if he could get those three soul-binding fish, the demon-masters surely had ways to revive them. So he deceitfully said, "Respected fisherman! According to ancient Hor texts, these three large vermilion, golden, and white-browed fish are three extremely potent poisons. What use are they to you? You can do as you please with the other fish—eat them or release them, it's up to you. But I came early this morning and have truly been as careful as possible with you. If others ask me, 'What did you accomplish with the fisherman?' How shall I answer? As the proverb says, 'A good man is like gold, able to fulfill people's wishes.' Please give me these three dead poisonous fish. For you, among these thousand fish, it's nothing much." The fisherman paid no heed, quickly stuffing the dried large fish into a bag, saying, "You deceiver! For us merchants, we need medicine, and we need poisons. I don't need you giving me advice. Get lost early!" With that, he kicked Sinba three times, sending him tumbling head over heels, stars flashing before his eyes. Others in the tent saw this and burst into roars of laughter like mountains collapsing and earth splitting. Amid the wild laughter, the fisherman strode away. Ashamed and realizing he was no match for the fisherman, Sinba could only slip hurriedly back to the city. He reported all these events in detail to White Tent King. The ministers unanimously agreed that this caravan was outrageously bold and lawless, deciding to muster troops that very night to eliminate them. The Vanished Caravan At the break of dawn, the four great Hor generals assembled a large army. As soon as day broke, they launched an attack on the caravan camp. Duoqin volunteered to lead the vanguard. When he arrived with his troops, the tents had long since vanished without a trace, leaving only large stove platforms and piles of stove ash. Discarded tea leaves were heaped like small hills. The entire great plain was empty, not a soul in sight.

The people of the Ling tribe settled peacefully in the fertile Yellow River valley. The land was lush with grass and grain, and the livestock grew strong and healthy. It was indeed a wonderful place. Seeing the people living in peace and prosperity, Joru felt like he had completed an important mission. 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 14: Chao Tong’s Fury and Dan sa’s Silent Resolve Joru's Prophecy The people of the Ling tribe settled peacefully in the fertile Yellow River valley. The land was lush with grass and grain, and the livestock grew strong and healthy. It was indeed a wonderful place. Seeing the people living in peace and prosperity, Joru felt like he had completed an important mission. However, Joru wanted to venture to Mamey Yulong Songduo, a wild and dangerous land full of demons and evil spirits, to transform it into a new and peaceful home. But he feared the people of Ling would not allow him to leave. So, just as he had done when he lived in Ling, he created many disturbances that caused annoyance and hatred among the people. Eventually, Joru and his mother were once again driven out of the Yellow River valley and sent to the perilous land of Mamey Yulong Songduo, where demons roamed freely, and malevolent deities wreaked havoc. Despite the adversity, Joru’s pure and noble intentions never wavered. During the day, he sang and joked with the people, while at night he played dice games with the gods and gambled with demons. Using his divine powers and miraculous transformations, he subdued the demons and evil spirits one by one. Gradually, Joru turned the once wild and desolate land of Mamey Yulong Songduo into a peaceful and auspicious place. Time passed quickly, and before he realized it, Joru had turned 12 years old. It was the Tibetan Iron Pig Year. On the 8th day of the first month, just before dawn, as Joru was still fast asleep, the goddess Mandanaze descended to his side. She was surrounded by a host of sky-dancing dakinis and rode on a majestic white lion. Leaning close to Joru’s ear, she sang him a gentle and prophetic song: “In fields as neat as a chessboard, The green crops grow tall and strong. But without heavy fruits to adorn them, Even the lushest growth becomes mere fodder, Leaving nothing but empty sorrow. In the vast blue sky above, Countless stars twinkle and shine. But without the bright moon to reflect, Even the stars lose their brilliance, Leaving the earth in darkness. In the beautiful land of Ling, Joru performs countless wonders. But if he does not take the throne to rule, And merely intimidates his uncles, His miracles will tarnish his name. A thousand-mile steed from Uddiyana Roams among the northern wild horses. Born on the same day, month, and year as you, If you don’t capture it this year, Like a rainbow, it will vanish forever. The gods have chosen your bride— Sangjang Zumu, the Jewel Maiden of Gyalo. If you do not marry her this year, The Darong family will claim her instead. Without her help, your great deeds will fail. At dawn tomorrow, You must transform into the wrathful Hayagriva Deity, And deliver a prophecy to Chao Tong. Tell him to host a grand banquet for the Ling brothers, And let the Darong family prepare the feast. Tell him the throne, treasures, and the Jewel Maiden Will be wagered in a horse race. Assure him that his Jade Horse will win, And the Jewel Maiden will become his family’s.” The Goddess's Instructions to Joru Joru, in a half-asleep, half-awake state, heard the goddess Mandanaze continue speaking: “My child, tomorrow at this time, you must transform into the wrathful Hayagriva Deity and deliver a prophecy to Chao Tong. Tell him that he must immediately organize a grand horse race. The stakes should include the throne, the seven treasures, and the most beautiful girl in Ling—Sangjang Zumu, the Jewel Maiden of the Gyalo family. Also, tell him that the final victory of the race will surely belong to his Jade Horse.” Joru woke up suddenly, opening his eyes to the pitch-black darkness around him. The goddess had already disappeared, but her instructions were deeply imprinted in his mind. He thought to himself: “The goddess is right. For the past twelve years, I have been like a lotus hidden in mud. Aside from my mother, Guomu, no one knows who I truly am. I have done so many good deeds, yet no one understands or recognizes my efforts, and instead, I am often misunderstood. Now the time has come for me to reveal my abilities, follow the goddess’s instructions, participate in the horse race, and claim the throne.” Joru Delivers the Prophecy to Chao Tong To take the throne, the first thing Joru needed to do was to get Chao Tong, the leader of Darong, to host the horse race. At that time, Chao Tong was diligently practicing the rituals for the protector deity, the Hayagriva (Horse-Headed) Deity. This was a divine opportunity. On the night of the 9th day, Joru transformed into a crow. While Chao Tong was half-asleep during his practice, Joru sang him a prophetic song: “This is the Darong region of Wiyu, I am the red-faced Hayagriva Deity. Wake up, Chao Tong, and listen to my prophecy! There’s an old saying: In fields scattered like stars, Barley is sown, hoping for timely rain. If southern clouds don’t bring rain now, Snowfall in winter will come too late. Chao Tong, practicing the Hayagriva Deity’s ritual, You hope for blessings in great matters. If the gods do not grant blessings now, Their help will come too late. Tomorrow, prepare yourself. Gather all the brothers of Ling. Invite everyone, rich and poor alike, And host the banquet in your home. The Jewel Maiden of the Gyalo family, The seven treasures from the treasury, And the throne of the Ling Kingdom Will be wagered in the horse race. The throne will belong to your family, The Jewel Maiden’s husband will be from your line. Among the thirty horses of the brothers, Your Jade Horse will surely win.” When Chao Tong opened his eyes, he saw the crow—Joru’s transformation—disappear into the statue of the Hayagriva Deity that he worshipped. Believing in the prophecy without a doubt, Chao Tong immediately got up, bowed repeatedly to the deity, and told his wife, Dan Sa, about the Hayagriva Deity’s prophecy. Chao Tong Relays the Prophecy to Dan Sa Chao Tong immediately explained the situation to his wife, Dan Sa, and urged her to prepare the feast for the upcoming horse race: “Dan Sa Setso, don’t sleep in late. Lazy sleepers find no peace. Stones gather dust when they sleep, Trees rot at the roots when they sleep. Masters lose discipline when they sleep, Officials neglect laws when they sleep. Women ruin households when they sleep, Warriors lose to enemies when they sleep. At dawn, the northern deity delivered a prophecy. He said all six clans must gather. The Ling brothers must all be invited, And the banquet must be hosted by our family. The Jewel Maiden of the Gyalo family, The throne and the treasures of Ling, Will be wagered in the horse race. He said the Jewel Maiden will be ours, The golden throne will be ours, And I will inherit the kingship of Ling. Noble power and treasures, Together they shine brighter and brighter. Dishonorable companions and worn boots, Together they sink lower and lower, Until they are thrown out, unwanted. Remember this: To take what you want, your hands must be steady. To win the race, your knees must not tremble. Great achievements shine like pure banners— Never let them be stained by dirt. Celebrations are like polished white copper— Never let them tarnish with resentment. Setso, get up quickly! Prepare the banquet to welcome our guests. Sweet butter cakes in abundance, Mountains of fresh and tender meat, Oceans of fragrant wine. Prepare the finest teas, Brewed in auspicious copper pots, With salt and calf milk. The tea must be rich and delicious. Let the banquet be grand and magnificent. Wealth increases when generously shared, But hoarded treasures bring no joy. Give freely to trusted friends!” Dan Sa Suspects the Prophecy Dan Sa thought for a moment. She had heard rumors in the past that the throne of Ling, the seven treasures, and the Jewel Maiden Sangjang Zumu had already been prophesied to belong to Joru. Knowing Joru’s talent for transformations, she suspected that this prophecy might have been fabricated by him. Feeling it was her duty to clarify things to Chao Tong, she said: “My king, do not believe the cries of a crow in the middle of the night. That is not a deity but an evil spirit; it is not a prophecy but a trick. My king, as the saying goes: ‘Darkness forces people to rest at night; Deep in the night, one must sleep. Rising depends on the call of daylight; The bright day urges people to plow the fields.’ Everyone follows these four natural arrangements, so why is this 'Wrathful Deity' acting against them? Forcing you to wake up in the middle of the night is not a good omen! I urge you to sleep soundly tonight and discuss this matter with others tomorrow. It’s not too late to decide then…” Chao Tong Rejects Dan Sa's Plea Before Dansa could finish speaking, Chao Tong recalled the prophecy of the Horse-Headed Deity: “Superior men dedicate their hearts to the gods; Their hearts are bright like the sun. Mediocre men dedicate their hearts to their kings; They remain free and unconfused. Inferior men dedicate their hearts to their wives; And their fates are destined for misfortune.” Chao Tong thought to himself: “Only inferior men listen to their wives. I, Chao Tong, the leader of Darong, am a superior man. Naturally, I must listen to the prophecy of the gods. Besides, the seven treasures, the throne of Ling, and especially the unforgettable Jewel Maiden Sangjang Zumu—if I can bring her into my home, I would be completely satisfied, even if I gain nothing else!” The more Chao Tong thought about it, the happier he became. The prophecy of the Hayagriva Deity seemed to align perfectly with his desires. He was particularly confident in his Jade Horse, the finest steed in Ling, and was certain it would win the race. However, one thing worried him: would Sangjang Zumu agree to be a wager in the horse race? If she agreed, there would be no doubt that she would become his wife. But Chao Tong also began to consider the possible conflicts between Zumu and Dan Sa once Zumu entered the household. He thought to himself: “How could I let Sangjang Zumu be mistreated? Even if she experienced the slightest unhappiness, I, Chao Tong, would also feel uneasy. This wretched Dan Sa could cause trouble in the future. It’s better to get rid of her now to avoid future problems.” Chao Tong Rebukes Dan Sa Thinking about all of this, Chao Tong turned to Dan Sa with fury and said: “Poison-tongued Dan Sa with lips like a sheep, Open your ears and listen well. If the gods did not pity and enlighten you, Your mind would remain muddled, your thoughts dim. The Hayagriva Deity personally delivered the prophecy, And yet, you claim it brings disaster and misfortune. Challenging a good omen deserves punishment, But considering you’ve borne children for me, I’ll spare you this time out of kindness. The mistress of Darong Castle, When Sangjang Zumu arrives, will be her. The treasure vaults, golden chests, and royal chambers— All will be entrusted to her hands. As for you, wretched Dan Sa, Your hands will fetch wooden bowls and ladles. If you wish to stay, then stay; If not, you are free to leave! Spring brings warmth to the earth, Forcing ice to melt away. Autumn frost urges the harvest, Forcing ripe crops to be gathered. Dan Sa, you are like withering leaves, Destined to fall and fade from favor. When Sangjang Zumu rises like the morning sun, Your owl-like eyes will surely go blind. Zumu is a radiant, pure flower, Blooming on the shores of Darong Lake. All who see her regard her as sacred nectar, And the Wrathful King is enchanted by her beauty. You, Dan Sa, are just an ordinary prairie flower, Once vibrant in youth, now withered by time. Now, like an old rug underfoot, You are trampled and forgotten. The fate of past lives determines the suffering of this one— You cannot escape it. My household is abundant with food and drink, If you refuse to work, then sit aside. The princess, Chao Mu Cuo, Clever and capable, can assist Zumu. The grand banquet will surely be well-prepared. Chao Tong Gives Orders for the Banquet After speaking to Dan Sa, Chao Tong turned to his trusted servant Akui Tabasolang and gave him the following orders: “Akui Tabasolang! Waste no time and set out immediately! At the upper banks of Matiyada, Beat the ritual drum and blow the conch horn. Deliver this message to Gyatsa Xiega, Whisper the news to Siping in secret. Summon all the heroes of Ling, And announce this decree publicly: The beautiful lotus is about to be struck by hail; The brothers of Ling must act quickly, Or the stunning Sangjang Zumu Will be married off to another tribe. Therefore, a national horse race is to be held. Sangjang Zumu, along with her servants, And the seven treasures from the treasury, Will be the stakes for the horse race. Our Darong family will host the event, With a grand banquet to discuss important matters. Invite all the brothers to the feast. On the 10th day of the month, decisions will be made, And on the 15th, the horse race will take place.” Dan Sa's Silent Resolve Dans Sa was so angered by Chao Tong’s words that she trembled. As the saying goes: “The mountain lord cannot avoid debt collectors, And an old forehead cannot escape wrinkles.” Back when she was young and beautiful, like a vibrant flower of the grasslands, Chao Tong had married her into his home. Over the years, she had borne him children and managed the household. Now that she was old, Chao Tong had grown tired of her. He dismissed her good advice as malicious words and was ready to cast her aside after half a lifetime together. Dan Sa wanted to argue back but feared that Chao Tong would say even harsher things, disturbing the family’s harmony. She thought to herself: “The gods are always fair. I shall wait and see what becomes of this petty man.” With this thought, Dan Sa said nothing further. She continued to manage the household as she always had, silently and diligently preparing the banquet for Chao Tong.

King Gesar epic ch56 Chapter 56 Miraculous Transformations On The Achin Plains; The Soul-Binding Sacred Fish Perish In The Hor River Previous Item Next Item

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 62 Swearing Vengeance For A Brother, Pleading For Mercy To Save A Loyal Minister Summoning the Surrender Upon returning to the Eastern Gate square at the Ling Kingdom's military camp, King Gesar immediately sent Tangze Yuzhou to summon Sinba Meruze. At that time, Meruze was in deep meditation within Zuomaoruzong City. Upon Tangze's arrival, he explained the situation: "After the Ling army arrived in Hor, they long ago captured Yaze City. King Gesar eliminated White Tent King some time ago. I have already sincerely surrendered to King Gesar." Sinba then dispatched his subordinates to various tribes, instructing them all to surrender, and notified the major ministers: "I must go and confess my crimes before King Gesar." Sinba agreed to go with Tangze. Just as they were stepping out the door, he turned to Tangze and said, "Please wait here a moment. I'll go inside to change into better clothes to make a proper show." When he emerged a short while later, Tangze saw an iron chain hanging around his neck and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "It seems you don't need to wear that now." Guided by Tangze Yuzhou, Sinba and his followers arrived at the center of the Ling Kingdom's camp outside the eastern city gate to surrender to the Great King Gesar. The Hor tribes brought forth gifts piled high like harvested grain: snow-white Khata scarves, tiger and leopard pelts blazing like fire, fox furs flashing like red lightning, silks and satins shimmering like rainbows, turquoise and coral heaped like river stones, gold gleaming like the sun, and silver shining like a new moon. They specially placed the keys to Sinba's nine hundred warehouses and the registries of the twelve tribes before King Gesar. Following Hor custom, they kowtowed six times and knelt on both knees. Led by Tangze Yuzhou, they presented a long, pure white silk ribbon before the Great King. Tangze pleaded on their behalf: "Great Lion King of Jambudvipa! Sinba was also a son of the gods in a past life, one of our celestial assemblies. You, the Great King who arose like the sun, how could you not know this? When the Hor army invaded Ling, he sincerely advised against the war time and again, but White Tent King simply would not listen. He alone firmly remonstrated. Later, at Galilatang Beach, he did not shoot arrows to harm the heroic brothers of Ling. Ultimately, due to inescapable karma, he encountered Gyatsa Xiega at the bend of Gepajiarang Mountain, and the misfortune with Rongtsa... all were determined by past deeds, and also because Sinba's fortune had run its course. From the depths of his heart, he never bore any hostility towards you. I beg the Lion Lord of Ling to accept these steeds, swords, and white silks. Though these items are not precious, they are offerings to the Three Jewels. Today, they serve as Sinba's tribute. Please calm the anger in your heart. I, Tangze, became a son of the gods because of you; I am your minister, please consider my face. This Sinba is like a great bird fallen to earth; may the Great King show compassion and care for him." After this plea, Sinba stood up, performed a Hor salute, sweating profusely as if steam were rising from him. He then sang to plead his own case: "King Gesar of Jambudvipa, My plea is the same as Tangze's. I do not craft clever words here, But have three main statements to present. When the Hor King wanted to march east to invade Linggatangwa Gongman, I, Sinba, sincerely and repeatedly advised against it. Though Hor's blades and arrows are sharp, Against the divine city of eastern Ling, They fundamentally could not test their edge. Though Hor's warhorses can gallop, In Ling, they could never display their prowess. Though the Hor army numbers hundreds of thousands, They absolutely should not attack Ling. If Hor insisted on advancing despite advice, Ling Gabu is a divine realm, The Lion King is the chief of the Wilma, The heroes are all divine ministers— How could one harbor a hostile heart towards them? Therefore, regarding Ling's heroes, Do not think victory can be seized the moment you mount; Even if seized, it would be hard to maintain. Like melted gold liquid, Do not think to plate it onto brass stone; Even if plated, it cannot last long. Like melted silver liquid, Do not think to plate it onto limestone; Even if plated, it cannot endure. I, Sinba, clashed with Danma; After the crown of my skull was sliced by his sword I, though the leading general, Only knew to firmly guard my own camp. I, though the valiant leader of the Sinba, Only knew to protect my own fortress. But alas, driven by karma, That day at the turbulent bend of the Yellow River, A handsome, azure-clad youth appeared— Who could have known he was Rongtsa? As my fortune was exhausted, an ill omen manifested. Now regret is too late. At Anqing Gepa Cliff, I unfortunately encountered the hero Xiega. Pursued with nowhere to escape, As Xiega swung his blade down, The horse Jiaxia suddenly reared back, Just as my spearpoint was thrust forward. Xiega fell and was pierced by the spear. I absolutely did not intend to slay him; The root truly lies in a chance encounter. Today I came before the Great King. At best, I hope to become a minister at your side. Next, like a dog or horse to be tethered. Lastly, due to past karma's encounter, I only beg to keep my life. All rests in the heart of the Great Lion King! Please, true divine son, hold this in your heart!" The King's Judgment and the People's Plea After this plea, Gesar said, "Sinba Meruze, you need not be clever with your tongue. Where are my elder brother Xiega and younger brother Maerle now?" Hearing this, Sinba Meruze knew it would be difficult to obtain King Gesar's forgiveness. He stood up, kowtowed three more times, and said, "Please accept the surrender of all Hor tribes! As for me, Sinba, let the Great King decide as he sees fit." Gesar, considering whether to see if Sinba was truly important to the Hor people, declared, "Tomorrow, Sinba will be executed. Let all the people of the Hor tribes come to watch!" Upon hearing this, all the men of the Hor tribes offered up their horses with saddles and bridles, along with their armor, helmets, and weapons. All the women offered their fine silk garments, turquoise, and coral ornaments as ransom for his life. Kowtowing, they pleaded: "Great Precious King! This great Sinba is a father to the fatherless, a mother to the motherless, a support to the unsupported, a savior to those without a savior. Please do not kill him; we beg for his life!" Then they all clung to Sinba and wept bitterly. All the white-haired elders, their eyes dark, legs trembling, gathered together, held onto Sinba, and begged Gesar: "Great King! Sinba is a son to the childless, a nephew to those without nephews, the beloved son of a hundred thousand elders. Please spare his life, do not kill him! If you do not grant this, we will all drown ourselves in the Hor River!" They wailed in grief. Even the beggars and nameless folk of Hor clung to Sinba, weeping: "Do not kill him, spare his life!" The hundred thousand men, women, old, young, and beggars of the twelve Hor tribes all wept. Heaven and earth seemed shaken by the sound of their crying. King Gesar then said, "Very well, I shall grant you petitioners this face. I will not kill this Sinba, but he shall be taken to Ling as a prisoner." Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen, Prince Zhale Zejie, Danma, and the other heroes were deeply displeased but dared not voice their opposition to the King's face. Gesar, perceiving their thoughts, summoned his close ministers—the Chief Steward, Zhale Zejie, Danma, and others—and said to them: "Keeping this great Sinba, who once dwelled with us in the celestial realm, will be of great benefit to our Ling Kingdom in the future. He will become an indispensable and useful person for our land." While everyone was still hesitant, Zhale Zejie cried out loudly: "My father repeatedly admonished me to always obey the commands of King Gesar. Let us say no more." Even Prince Zhale, who had a father-killing vendetta, could follow the King's order. What reason did the others have to oppose? Thus, they ceased their objections. Triumphant Return and Celebration Thereupon, Gesar pardoned Meruze, appointed him as the leader of the Hor Kingdom, and also listed him among the thirty heroes of Ling. When King Gesar, bearing news of victory and the gold, silver, and treasures of Hor, approached the capital of Sacred Ling—the center of Jambudvipa, the Palace of Supreme Bliss, the Lion-Tiger Palace—the people from every mountain pass and valley in Ling were dressed in neat armor, their horses adorned with bright saddles and bridles, dazzlingly arrayed and filled with joy. Close associates rode out to welcome him. All others burned sacred juniper on their rooftops, raised banners, and blew conch shells to express their jubilation. On the capital's heights, thirty great teachers offered incense and recited scriptures. All the people of Ling—white-haired elders, spirited youths, and even young children—pressed shoulder to shoulder, vying to crowd forward in welcome. Colorful banners and precious parasols filled the sky. The sounds of long horns, short flutes, and all manner of instruments deafened the ears. Joyful dances and songs of happiness immersed the entire land of Ling in an ocean of celebration. All present cheered the victory. Aunts, sisters-in-law, and maidens offered tea and wine, singing songs of happiness and dancing joyful dances. Archers competed in shooting, riders raced their horses. The festivities lasted a full seven days. To commend the Ling army's achievements in battle, Gesar bestowed awards upon the leaders of each unit. He ordered the repair of damaged city walls and incorporated the six Hor tribes into the Ling Kingdom. King Gesar diligently governed, fostering both civil and military affairs, enabling the people of Ling Gabu to live and work in peace and contentment. Their lives became happier and more prosperous than before, their days increasingly joyful, thriving, and harmonious without end.

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King Gesar epic ch62 Chapter 62 Swearing Vengeance For A Brother, Pleading For Mercy To Save A Loyal Minister Previous Item Next Item

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.