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

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

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

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

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

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

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

西藏 傳奇 格薩爾王 Dzogchen Monastery Dogzchen monastery (AKA Zhugqing Monastery) was founded in 1684 by the First Zhugqing Dharma King, Padma Rinchen. It is one of the six major mother monasteries of the Nyingma school of Tibetan Buddhism. King Gesar is also one of the protective deities of the monastery, which currently has over 300 branch monasteries. place that Connected with King Gesar Dzogchen monastery The successive abbots of Dzogchen Monastery have always placed great importance on Gesar culture. The First Dzogchen Rinpoche authored The Ling Treasure of Dase Wealth, a section of The Epic of King Gesar. Patrul Rinpoche wrote the section The Conflict of Sindan. Khenchen Pema Vajra composed The Snow Mountain Crystal Fortress. Mipham Rinpoche compiled King Gesar's protector prayers and created popular poems such as The Song of Ling Dance to praise King Gesar. The Fifth Dzogchen Rinpoche also composed King Gesar's protector prayers and created the Gesar Tibetan Opera. The renowned scholar and khenpo of the monastery, Ju Mipham Rinpoche, composed a series of prayer offerings, such as King Gesar, the Vajra Long-Life King, which had a profound influence across various Tibetan Buddhist schools. These prayers became part of the monastery's protective deity rituals and are still practiced by teachers and monks today. Ju Mipham Rinpoche also created an unprecedented dance called "Lingdrok Dechen Ngarmo" (King Gesar Dance), which is still performed in some monasteries and Tibetan communities. Inspired by this rich cultural atmosphere, the Fifth Zhugqing Rinpoche, Thupten Chokyi Dorje (1872–1933), developed Gesar monastery dances. For the first time, the epic storytelling of Gesar was transformed into a form of monastery dance art. King Gesar and his generals were visualized through material representations like costumes and masks, bringing them to life for the audience. The Origin of Gesar DanceIt is said that Thupten Chokyi Dorje often contemplated how to portray the images of King Gesar and his generals through ritual dances. One night, he had a vision of King Gesar, his 80 generals, 7 heroines, 13 warrior deities, and their unique appearances, including skin tones, horse colors, saddles, and weapons. This vision inspired him to create the Gesar Dance. Soon after, craftspeople were organized to make masks, costumes, and props for the 80 generals of Ling. Once completed, these were used in the first performance of the Gesar Dance in the monastery courtyard, which received great acclaim. The Gesar Dance became a tradition and was included in the monastery's annual rituals. It was performed on the last day of the Vajrakilaya puja. Historical records show that the dance spread to other monasteries, such as Zuona Monastery in Guide County, Qinghai. Although the dance was interrupted during the Cultural Revolution, it was revived in the early 1980s. Unique Style of Gesar DanceThe Gesar Dance of Dzogchen Monastery shares stylistic similarities with the monastery's Vajra Dance. It is a ritualistic masked dance with a specific ceremonial structure. During performances, 80 generals of Ling wear elaborate costumes and masks, dancing to the rhythm of traditional monastery instruments. The 13 warrior deities also appear, with each general performing unique movements. The dance is a combination of individual and group performances, often arranged in circular formations. The dance has also influenced mounted performances of King Gesar, where the art form is presented on horseback. This unique style of Gesar performance has remained exclusive to monasteries and has not spread to secular communities because of its religious and ritualistic nature. Relationship Between Monastic Dances and Tibetan OperaHistorically, monastic dances (Cham) and Tibetan opera have shared deep cultural roots, both originating from ancient Tibetan traditions. However, they developed into two distinct forms over time. Monastic dances like Cham are religious ritual dances, while Tibetan opera is a form of theater with literary scripts. Tibetan opera focuses on themes, characters, plots, dialogue, and structure, serving as the foundation for stage performances. Therefore, Gesar dances and Gesar Tibetan opera are two different art forms. Their methods of performance and transmission are also distinct. While Gesar dances are ritualistic and preserved within monasteries, Gesar Tibetan opera has a broader literary and theatrical focus. Dzogchen Monastery, deeply connected to King Gesar, holds special celebrations every year on the first day of the second month of the Tibetan calendar. At dawn, the monks recite King Gesar's rituals, and during the day, they perform the Gesar Tibetan Opera. Dzogchen Monastery's Gesar Tibetan Opera is considered the oldest, attracting thousands of devotees who come to watch it. Drone Footage of the Dzogchen Valley

Vajra Phurba (also known as Vajrakīla, Phurpa, or Kīla) is a powerful sacred implement and symbol in Vajrayana Buddhism, representing the transformation of negative forces and the realization of enlightened awareness. The term combines two Sanskrit words: Vajra, meaning “diamond” or “thunderbolt,” symbolizing indestructibility and spiritual power; and Phurba (from Kīla), meaning “peg” or “dagger,” symbolizing the act of subduing and stabilizing energy. Yong's Gallery - vajra phurba Vajra Phurba Vajra Phurba (also known as Vajrakīla, Phurpa, or Kīla) is a powerful sacred implement and symbol in Vajrayana Buddhism, representing the transformation of negative forces and the realization of enlightened awareness. The term combines two Sanskrit words: Vajra, meaning “diamond” or “thunderbolt,” symbolizing indestructibility and spiritual power; and Phurba (from Kīla), meaning “peg” or “dagger,” symbolizing the act of subduing and stabilizing energy. Together, they convey the idea of an unbreakable force that transforms ignorance and hostility into wisdom and compassion. Physically, the Vajra Phurba is a three-sided ritual dagger used in esoteric practices and ceremonies. Its design is highly symbolic. The top often bears the faces of wrathful deities such as Vajrakīlaya (Tibetan: Dorje Phurba), an enlightened being embodying the fierce compassion that destroys inner and outer obstacles. The central portion may include a vajra-shaped grip, representing the unshakable stability of enlightenment. The lower part, a triple-edged blade, cuts through the three mental poisons — ignorance, desire, and aversion — which are considered the roots of all suffering. The Vajra Phurba is not a weapon of violence but a spiritual tool. During rituals, practitioners visualize “driving” the phurba into the ground or into the heart of negativity to pin down harmful energies and fix chaotic forces into enlightened awareness. It serves as a reminder that destructive impulses can be transmuted into wisdom through disciplined practice. Ultimately, the Vajra Phurba symbolizes the dynamic balance of compassion and power. It embodies the principle that the same energy that creates conflict can, when transformed by wisdom, protect and liberate. Through this ritual object, Vajrayana Buddhists express the profound truth that enlightenment is not the denial of energy, but its complete and fearless transformation.

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