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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 91 Senda Rescues Chao Tong With a Mighty Arrow Shot; Yula Sings the Praises of Mountains, Winning Lasting Fame The Tiger's Lair and Chao Tong's Cowardice The great army led by Prince Yula Toju of the Jiang Kingdom converged with the forces of the Lion King at the southern pass of Mount Moujiang. The assembled heroes gathered within the royal tent of King Gesar to hold council. The hero Chaxiang Danma arranged the battle formations and declared: "Ahead lies the Spotted Tiger's Lair of Zhangbu. A man-eating tiger of extraordinary ferocity dwells there. Only the magical incantations of Darong Chief Chao Tong can subdue this beast." Chao Tong set out on his mission, and as he neared the tiger's lair, he fashioned a red torma and a white torma, calling upon the protective deities to aid him in subduing this man-eating southern tiger. He continued onward until he reached a rocky mountain shaped like a great black elephant rearing up, surrounded by poisonous thorn trees, with blue flowers and azaleas gleaming like piles of precious jewels. Chao Tong thought to himself: Previously, when I subdued five-clawed beasts, I suffered greatly. Now, if I provoke this red tiger's wrath, no good will come of it. It would be better to deceive King Gesar and the ministers. So he turned back and announced to the warriors: "My spells are potent whether cast from near or far. I shall cast my incantations from right here. Go forth and attack that man-eating tiger, I have already diminished its magical powers!" At this, Chief Danma questioned him: "If casting your spells from here can work without you reaching the tiger's lair, why didn't you cast them from camp this morning? You, Chief Chao Tong, are counted among the brave men of Ling. Since you've already stripped the tiger of its magic, how could we brothers presume to share your glory? By all means, go and finish the task yourself!" Danma's words left Chao Tong red-faced with fury, yet he found no grounds to argue. He was forced to press on with Michong. They climbed atop a red boulder the size of a wild yak beside the elephant-shaped rock, lit a fire, and burned fragrant juniper incense. He offered the white torma to the gods and cast the red torma toward the enemy. In an instant, roaring flames erupted before the tiger's lair. The Fierce Tiger Attacks and Senda's Rescue The man-eating southern tiger, unable to bear the scorching heat, opened its flame-red maw, its roar like thunderclaps, its fangs like overlapping snow mountains, and lunged at Chao Tong and Michong. Michong fled and hid beneath a flowering poisonous thorn tree, escaping the tiger's notice. Chao Tong ran for his life, not daring to look back. The tiger, having caught the scent of the ritual objects upon him, gave chase. Chao Tong's flat-soled embroidered boots were snagged on a tree branch, but he abandoned them, fleeing barefoot, shedding his armor, scattering his bow, arrows, and pouches along the way. Spotting a tall golden pine, he scrambled halfway up its trunk. The red tiger reached the tree, roaring, clawing at its waist, and gnawing the bark with its fangs. Just as it was about to bite through the trunk, Chao Tong, desperate, tried to bluff: "Striped tiger, listen well! From below comes the neighing of a horse, that is the chestnut steed's cry! From the sky comes a call, that is King Gesar summoning! From between comes the sound of rushing wind, that is a sharp blade being drawn! If you value your life, flee now! If you court death, stay where you are!" His threats only enraged the tiger further. Chao Tong wept, certain he would be devoured. Just then, in the distance, upon a mirror-bright meadow, Bara Senda Adong came galloping, gleaming white like a cloud swept by the wind. Seeing his savior, Chao Tong cried out: "Invincible hero Bara Senda Adong! You are the wolf among men! Your steed is worth a thousand gold pieces! Your waist-sword is a great slaying blade! You are a treasure of the gods! Save my life today, defeat this man-eating tigress, and I shall reward you with ten gold coins!" Senda Adong, seeing Chao Tong in such a sorry state, could not hide his glee: "Oh my! Is this not Darong Chief Chao Tong? Did you not receive prophecies from the divine bird? Were you not confident you could win Princess Meiduo Zhuoma of the Men Kingdom as your bride? If you're this afraid of a mere ugly tiger no bigger than a dog, how will you court the princess? How will you face the sixty demon generals of Men?" Though he mocked, Senda nonetheless drew his bow and loosed an arrow at the fierce beast. The arrow struck the red tiger's throat. With a tremendous roar, the tiger spewed crimson blood and collapsed to the ground. Simultaneously, the dragon, demon, and spirit entities became enraged, a great wind arose, shaking heaven and earth. The tree Chao Tong clung to snapped at its midpoint, pinning him beneath it. As he lay unconscious, Senda Adong rushed over and dragged him out from under the fallen trunk. The Army Marches to the Southern Mountains By then, the lords and warriors of Ling had arrived. Gade supported Chao Tong and listened closely to his chest, his outward breath had ceased, but an inner breath remained. King Gesar approached, placed his right hand upon Chao Tong's head, and performed a soul-calling ritual to extend his life. After the time it takes to drink a bowl of tea, Chao Tong awoke as if from a dream. Bara and Danma skinned the tiger, loaded the pelt onto a horse, and returned to camp with the others. After several days, the Ling army reached Mount Dala Chawu in the south. It was a place of breathtaking beauty, the Four Regions of U-Tsang and the eighteen great tribes of Men were all visible in the distance. The surrounding peaks, bathed in sunlight, rose in layered shades of green, magnificent beyond words. The Lion King and his ministers and generals were captivated by the lovely scenery. Gesar ordered the troops to rest and enjoy the picturesque views. Attendants brought fine wine and delicacies, and lord and vassals drank together in high spirits. The Lion King radiated joy. During the feast, he suddenly asked the youngest general, Prince Yula Toju of the Jiang Kingdom: "Yula, my beloved general, can you name these mountains near and far and tell me their origins and characteristics?" "Please point them out, Your Majesty, and I shall do my best." Yula, just fifteen years old and full of youthful vigor, was eager to display his talents before the other generals. "Very well. Look there, Yula, I will point to each mountain, and when I finish, you must answer immediately." "Yula obeys." As King Gesar's finger indicated each peak, a succession of majestic mountains came into view: "That mountain nearest to us, Like a novice monk holding incense before the shrine, What is its name? Beside it, a purple rocky peak, Like an eagle gliding low over the crags, What is its name? That mountain of standing stone slabs, Like a red banner fluttering in the wind, What is its name? A goddess in a yellow hat, Wreathed in rainbow clouds, standing among the heavens, What is her mountain's name? A beautiful peacock spreading its jeweled tail, At the goddess's feet, What is its name? Yula, look farther south, That mountain rising like a crescent moon on the third night, What is its name? In the middle, four mountains stand, Majestic as palace halls, What are their names? To the north, a precipitous peak, Like a general brandishing a war banner, What is its name? Beyond the steep peak, a gentler slope, Like a king just ascending his throne, What is its name? Yula, look now to the east, A dakini bearing five mountains, What are their names? Between the mountains, a broad plain, An elephant walking across it, What is its name? A beautiful woman holding a babe, Gazing into the distance, longing for her husband's return, What is its name?" Yula's Magnificent Mountain Praise Yula Toju straightened his helmet, stepped onto a rock, and stood tall like a proud rooster: "The novice monk holding incense is Jaga's Sandalwood Mountain, The eagle gliding low is Jaga's Tulu Bird Mountain, The fluttering red banner is Wayi Weigelama Mountain, The goddess in the yellow hat is the renowned Mount Everest, The peacock spreading its tail is Nepal's Long-Life Five-Eyed Buddha Mountain, The crescent moon rising is Bhutan's Thunderstruck Peak, The four central mountains are the Four Great Sacred Mountains of Tibet, The general brandishing his banner is the Seven Tigers' Proud Peak, The king ascending his throne is Nyenchen Thanglha Mountain, The dakini bearing five peaks is Jhana's Wutai Mountain, The elephant on the plain is Jhana's Mount Emei, The woman holding her child is the Holy Mountain of Huzan Demu." King Gesar asked about over a hundred mountains in one breath, and Yula Toju answered them all without hesitation. This became the famous "Praise of the Mountains." The Lion King, delighted by Yula's mountain praise, ordered his attendants to bring a large bowl of wine in honor. Yula did not decline, he raised the bowl high and drained it in one go. Gesar ordered the army to make camp there, but Yula stopped him: "Your Majesty, though this place is beautiful, it is not suitable for camping. We must press forward quickly. Tonight we should camp at Nanqin Zala Wama, where we can secure the golden bridge leading to the Men Kingdom. Tomorrow, once we cross the river, we can attack successfully." Thus the great army marched onward, drawing closer each day to the capital of the Men region.

featured Book for king gesar Gesar: Tantric Practices of the Tibetan Warrior King Gesar: Tantric Practices of the Tibetan Warrior King Gesar of Ling is well known in Tibetan history, literature, and folklore. But, for Buddhist practitioners, he is an enlightened tantric protector and deity—an emanation of Padmasambhava. Engaging in Gesar practice is meant to generate positive circumstances and increase one’s experiences and realization in Buddhist practice. ByJamgon Mipham (Author), Gyurme Avertin (Editor, Translator), Dzongsar Jamyang Khyentse (Foreword) The Song of King Gesar The Song of King Gesar is one of the world’s great epics, as significant for Tibetans as the Odyssey and Iliad were for the ancient Greeks. Passed down in song from one generation to the next, it is sung by Tibetan bards even today. Set partly in ancient Tibet, where evil spirits mingle with the lives of humans, and partly in the modern day, the tale tells of two lives inextricably entwined. by Alai (Author), Howard Goldblatt (Translator), Sylvia Li-chun Lin (Translator)

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yong's Gallery Introduction of Yong's Gallery This gallery represents an online version of a partial collection curated by Yongzhu Rinpoche. It showcases significant aspects of Tibetan culture, history, and religion, offering a digital glimpse into the extensive exhibits of the King Gesar Cultural Exhibition Hall. Inspired by the vision to preserve and promote the essence of our ethnic heritage, this project was conceived as a bridge between the ancient wisdom of our ancestors and the modern world. Despite the challenges and limitations, this endeavor seeks to encapsulate the grandeur of Tibetan culture, history, and spirituality into a digital format, making it accessible to people around the globe. Below is the introduction of such an ambitious and seemingly impossible project by my beloved master: In 2018, to uphold and promote the excellent traditional culture of the local ethnic group, support the development of the regional economy, expand employment opportunities, and address the issue of employment difficulties, Yongzhu Rinpoche officially established a large-scale King Gesar Cultural Exhibition Hall. In terms of architectural layout, the exhibition hall consists of five floors. The first floor is a folk culture exhibition room, the second floor is a historical relics and King Gesar culture exhibition room, the third floor is a Buddhist culture exhibition room, the fourth floor is a Buddhist scripture and literature exhibition room, and the fifth floor is for scripture carving and printing. The first floor's cultural exhibition room is divided into inner and outer sections. The outer section includes the outer corridor entrance and exhibition rooms for Tibetan culinary culture, Tibetan Buddhist shrine culture, Tibetan painting and carving craft culture, and Tibetan script culture. The inner section features 18 exhibition rooms dedicated to various aspects of Tibetan culture, such as Tibetan nomadic culture, Tibetan agricultural culture, Tibetan pastoral culture, Tibetan wedding customs, Tibetan funeral and sacrificial culture, Tibetan medicine culture, and Tibetan handicrafts. The inner room also houses a large collection of antiquities that reflect the folk customs of the Tibetan people formed through their interactions with nature. The second floor is also divided into inner and outer sections. The outer section features a carved depiction of the formation and natural landscape of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the origins of the Tibetan ancestors, the golden age of the Tibetan Empire, the social conditions of the Buddhist revival period, and significant historical events ranging from the establishment of the Sakya school's rule during the Yuan Dynasty to modern times. These are all carved on finely crafted wooden boards, forming a comprehensive historical overview of the Tibetan region. Additionally, the outer section displays stoneware, pottery, bronze ware, wooden artifacts, and other historical relics representing various historical periods. The inner section houses bronze statues of King Gesar, Lingzhu Mu, Nichong, and the thirty generals of the Kingdom of Ling, each depicted riding their respective mounts. It also includes thangkas illustrating the four great achievements of King Gesar, statues of three divine storytellers, twenty landscape murals, statues of the Seven Sages of Wisdom, statues of two warrior storytellers, sculptures of two fine horses, numerous historical records about King Gesar, and archaeological artifacts such as saddles, bridles, saddle pads, helmets, armor, bows, swords, spears, as well as various pottery, wood, and bronze relics related to the Kingdom of Ling. The third floor mainly displays various items related to Buddhist culture, such as Buddha statues, stupas, scriptures, numerous ritual items used in daily religious ceremonies, thangkas, masks used in vajra rituals, statues of the founders or renowned figures of various schools, and two large three-dimensional mandalas made of bronze. The fourth floor primarily stores wooden scripture plates and classical books engraved and printed in various periods, along with over 1,000 newly printed long-strip loose-leaf collections. The fifth floor primarily exhibits older wooden scripture plates. ** May this project inspire, educate, and connect all who visit, and may it serve as a testament to the enduring spirit of our culture, lovingly envisioned by Yongzhu Rinpoche. Gedan 2025

After a long period of rest, Zumu finally recovered. She carefully thought about Joru’s request: 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 17: "With Divine Help, the Thousand-Mile Steed Is Captured; Zumu's Witty Praise for Jang Gapeibu" Zumu Prepares to Catch the Divine Horse After a long period of rest, Zumu finally recovered. She carefully thought about Joru’s request: “If I don’t capture that horse, there seems to be no other way. Joru is a man of extraordinary abilities, and if he says such a horse exists, it might actually be real. As the saying goes, ‘If you don’t have treasures of your own, how can you find them in the mountains?’ But if it really does exist, it must be an extraordinary divine horse. What does it look like? If I don’t ask clearly and search blindly, wouldn’t that be a wasted effort?” So, Zumu composed a song to ask for the features of the wild horse: "Joru, the divine son, has given me this task, To capture a divine horse from the wild. But animals belong to their owners, And Guomu would never steal a horse. Wild mules cannot be ridden, Wild oxen cannot be tamed. How could I take another’s horse home, And feel shame riding it afterward? This horse is no mountain mule, This horse is not among the usual herds. It resembles a mule but is not a mule, Wandering freely in the wild lands. If it is a gift from the gods, It will naturally come to Joru’s hands. If it is a treasure of the dragon king, It will surely come to Guomu’s home. To find something, you need its name, To retrieve something lost, you need its features. What are the characteristics of this horse? What is its color and how can it be recognized? Please, Joru, tell me clearly, So I can fulfill your command." Joru replied with a smile, “Zumu, you’re right. Without knowing the horse’s features, you won’t be able to catch it.” He then sang a song, describing the origins of the horse and its current location: "My dear mother, who raised me, Beautiful and wise, oh Zumu, listen well! Fields, seeds, and rainwater, Must all come together to grow crops. Arrows, strong bows, and steady hands, Are all needed to defeat enemies. Joru, Guomu, and Zumu, Only together can we capture the divine horse. The horse’s homeland lies in the holy lands of Mazha, On the sacred peaks of Bangle Mountain. It is my destined steed, born alongside me. Its father is Garbo, the divine stallion, Descended from the celestial horses of the east. Its mother is Mada Jormo, A mare born into the wild herds. Its body is not light red but deep crimson, Its fur glistens like polished gemstones, Its ears are tipped with eagle feathers, And its hooves have wind-like swirls. It stands out from all other horses, With nine unique features that you must remember: Its forehead resembles a falcon’s, Its neck looks like a weasel’s. Its face is like a goat’s, And its jaw is as delicate as a rabbit’s. Its eyes are like a frog's, And its pupils shine like a serpent’s. Its nose is soft like silk, And its ears are pointed, adorned with feathers. It has eighteen powerful tendons, And twenty strong joints. This horse is no ordinary creature. It can fly to the skies and speak human words. Among thousands of horses, none are like it. Only with the help of the gods and Guomu’s skills Can this divine horse be captured." Guomu and Zumu Capture the Divine Horse After listening to Joru’s explanation, Guomu and Zumu set out to capture the divine horse, with the assistance of heavenly gods, dragon deities, and protective spirits. When they arrived at the Mulanmu mountain pass, they gazed upon the Bangle Mountain slopes. Some wild horses roamed freely on the mountain peaks, while others grazed on the valley's lush grasslands. Looking closer, they spotted the extraordinary divine horse! It had a tail like jade, a mane as green as emeralds, and fur that shimmered like red rubies. Its coat sparkled with rainbow-like hues, and its hooves danced with an unceasing rhythm. From the front, it resembled a "Rigma," standing tall and proud. From behind, it looked like an eagle swooping down for its prey. Its legs were as agile as a fox’s, with patterns on its skin resembling the flowing movement of fish. Its powerful thighs were well-defined, and its chest resembled the delicate build of a songbird. Each of its four legs had a unique swirl of hair, and its proportions were perfectly balanced. The horse had thirteen distinct abilities, hidden like a gathering of eagles. Upon seeing the horse, Zumu turned to Guomu and sang: "Oh masters, gods, and protectors, I offer you my humble song. This here is the sacred Mulanmu pass, A place of great beauty and renown. Look toward the mountain ahead, Like a king seated upon a throne. The Chinese call it 'Dongqing Nian Nian,' And the Tibetans name it 'Bangle Mountain.' Clouds swirl around its peaks, Green grass covers its slopes, Flowers bloom brightly at its base, Competing in beauty and fragrance. This is where the divine horse resides, Hiding among the wild white-mouthed horses. It plays with hundreds of mares, Frolics with countless foals. Its tail and mane dance with the wind, Its fur shines with rainbow colors. Sometimes it appears, sometimes it vanishes, Creating illusions and countless mirages. Above, a majestic eagle spreads its wings, Behind it, a lion roars with pride, And in front, a tiger leaps fiercely. Its eyes, heart, and legs, Shoulders, cartilage, and ribs, Are as strong as a gathering of hawks. This is no ordinary horse; It has the power to fly to the heavens, And it understands human words. Among thousands of horses, None can compare to this divine creature. Its unique traits are etched in my mind, But capturing it will require the help of gods and protectors, And the skill of Guomu, my dear mother." Guomu Captures the Divine Horse Following Zumu's guidance, Guomu spotted the divine horse and was filled with joy. She thought to herself: "Capturing this divine horse will require more than just effort. Without the blessings of the gods, the power of the Three Jewels, and the karmic connections of past lives, it would be impossible for me to catch it. Since my son Joru said the horse is intelligent and can even speak human language, I should also sing about its connection to Joru while praying to the gods and the Three Jewels. Perhaps the horse will understand." With this in mind, Guomu sang a prayer in the auspicious six-tone melody: "At the crown chakra of supreme bliss, Sits the Master Pema Tochin, Along with the divine Dongchung Garbu. Please, come quickly to help me, Guomu, And cast the celestial lasso to capture the divine horse. At the throat chakra of enjoyment, Sits the deity Hayagriva, Guiding beings with true prophecies. Please, come quickly to help me, Guomu, And cast the celestial lasso to capture the divine horse. At the heart chakra of Dharma, Sits the divine protector Longshu Weichung. Please, come quickly to help me, Guomu, And cast the celestial lasso to capture the divine horse. At the navel chakra of transformation, Sits the countless formless dakinis, Along with the goddess Tara Viga. Please, come quickly to help me, Guomu, And cast the celestial lasso to capture the divine horse. At the secret chakra of bliss, Sit the many protective deities, Along with my own son, Joru. Please, come quickly to help me, Guomu, And cast the celestial lasso to capture the divine horse. Oh gods and protectors, lend me your strength. Together, let us catch this divine horse, And place the lasso's end in my hands." Then, Guomu turned her attention to the horse and continued singing: "Oh divine horse, listen carefully! I have a few words for you: A sharp arrow, sleek in its golden casing, Is a hero's adornment. But if it fails to strike the enemy, Its sharpness matters not. A brave and cherished son, Is regarded as a treasure in the world. But if he cannot protect his kin, His existence matters not. Lush green fields are adorned by crops, Making the land more beautiful. But if the harvest cannot be reaped, Blossoms matter not. A divine horse, like you, Adorns the mighty Mount Meru. But if you are not saddled and ridden, Your speed matters not." The Divine Horse's Song After finishing her song, Guomu stepped forward. The other wild horses scattered in all directions, but the divine horse stayed behind. It showed affection toward Guomu, looking joyful, and neighed loudly as it sang: "If you do not know this place, It is the famous sacred Bangle Mountain. If you do not know who I am, I am the messenger sent by the gods. The celestial spirits regard me as a treasure, And I am the one who determines the fate of all horses. I am the king of horses, Jang Gapeibu is my name. Guomu, listen carefully, I have a few words to say to you: Without taming wild beasts, They cannot become domestic animals. Without hard work and ambition, Dreams will vanish like bubbles. Without good fortune, wealth is hard to gain. Without karmic ties, children cannot grow. I, the king of horses, Spent three years in Nama Xiong, Three years in Kuruja, Three years in Yuzhi’e, And three years grazing on Bangle Mountain. For twelve springs, I have endured hardship. In summer, I had no shelter from rain. In winter, I had no blanket to keep warm, The howling winds pierced my bones. In spring, I had no food to fill my belly, I was hungry and miserable. Twelve long years I have waited, Longing for a saddle and bridle that never came. Twelve years have passed like flowing water, And no master has come to seek me. I have never been adorned with a fine saddle, Nor have I ever rested in a warm stable. My mouth has never tasted exquisite food, And all my hopes remain unfulfilled. I have never heard Joru’s name, Nor have I seen Guomu’s face. Now, I am old and weary, Unable to be trained or fulfill my destiny. If seeds are not sown in spring, How can crops be harvested in autumn? If cows are not fed in winter, How can butter be churned in spring? If horses are not trained in times of peace, Where will steeds be found in times of war? I cannot stay here to suffer, Nor will I roam the world to help mortals. If Joru does not regret losing me, I would rather return to the heavens. If you understand my song, it will sweeten your ears. If you do not, I have no regrets." After finishing its song, the divine horse prepared to take flight, spreading its wings like an eagle soaring into the sky. Realizing the urgency, Guomu focused all her attention on praying to the gods and spirits. From the clouds above, countless gods, dragon deities, and celestial spirits descended, as numerous as dust illuminated by sunlight. Leading them were Joru’s divine siblings—Dongchung Garbu, Longshu Weichung, and Tara Viga. They cast a celestial lasso around the horse’s neck and handed the other end to Guomu. The gods scattered auspicious flowers, created rainbows in the sky, and revealed countless miraculous signs. Guomu successfully captured the divine horse. Slowly, she descended the mountain, thinking: "This divine horse is truly extraordinary. It understands human emotions, Speaks human words, And has wings to soar through the heavens. No other horse in the Ling Kingdom can compare." Turning to Zumu, Guomu asked: "Oh Zumu, from the wealthy Gyalo family, Your family has thousands of fine horses, And every noble in Ling owns an exceptional steed. Have you ever seen a horse like this?" The Divine Horse's Escape and Song After Guomu finished her question, she was about to sing a song praising the divine horse. However, the horse's abilities had yet to be fully demonstrated, and it was not yet the right time for Zumu to offer her praise. Suddenly, the divine horse became frightened by the thought of being captured. With a powerful leap, it soared into the sky like an eagle spreading its wings. Guomu clung tightly to the horse’s neck, hanging on like an ornament. As the horse ascended higher into the air, the lands of Jhara, Jaga, Persia, Tibet, Jiang, and the Demon Kingdom clearly appeared beneath their feet. At that moment, the divine horse neighed loudly and sang: "Oh gods of bliss residing within my body, Oh dakinis flowing through my veins, Oh Buddhas who guide my soul, Please watch over me, And help me fulfill my mission to benefit all beings! If you do not know this place, It is the celestial realm where birds soar freely. Look below at the beautiful lands! There lies the sacred Jaga Vulture Peak, Like an eagle resting on the ground. There lies the holy Mount Emei of Jhana, Like a great reclining elephant. There lies the sacred Wutai Mountain, Like the crown of five Buddhas. And there lies Mount Kailash, Like a crystal vase of enlightenment. These are the Four Sacred Mountain of the Jambudvipa in the southern continent. Majestic and revered by all. That place, where clouds shroud the peaks, Where day becomes as dark as night, Is the Muba Chuchu Mountain in the north. That mountain, where black braids sway like dancers, Is Jowo Langri Mountain in the far north. That fortress, sharp as a black iron stake, Is the Demon Stronghold of Sharulangmu City. It is also called Bangnaka Ruogu Jiao. It is where Joru will subdue demons, And where I, the divine horse, will benefit all beings. Please, Guomu, remember it well! That which resembles the sacred mountain worshipped by the White Torma, Is the Balozheji Mountain of the White Tent King of the Hor Kingdom; That which resembles the blood-red seal, Is the Hor Yasai Guomu Palace. It is the battlefield that Joru and I must go to, The place where Zumu first wandered, The place where divine transformations and strategies were displayed, Please, Guomu, remember it well! That which resembles a figure clad in black, Is the Kasha Niuri Mountain of the Southern Gate Region; That which resembles an iron pestle driven into the ground, Is the Xueruo Baofei Mountain of Su Region. That which resembles the red rocks of a Rakshasa's wrath, Is the broken bank of Sogariba, That which resembles an iron-cast and stone-built fortress, Some call it Bangang Reyu Zong, Some also call it Sangmen Zhulin Zong, King Xinchi resides in this castle. This is the place where the Black Demon hangs by the rope of heaven, This is the place where Joru will embark on his expedition, This is the land where my precious horse gallops, This is the place where white-feathered arrows are supplied, Please, Guomu, remember it well! That mountain that looks like an old man on patrol, Is Dingri Miqiankachi Mountain; That mountain that looks like a cuckoo perched on a rock, Is Lada Lachae Mountain, That mountain that looks like boiling poison, Is Baibaiduge Poison Lake, That mountain that looks like a black pillar standing tall, Is the ancestral home of King Sadan of the Jiang Kingdom, Also called Yato Shengmuchi. This is the place where Joru will teach in the future, This is the place where my precious horse will benefit all beings, This is the remote land where good Dharma cannot be propagated, This is the land where the hundred-belly fish fulfill their wishes, Please, Guomu, remember it well! If no one in Ling praises me, If Guomu does not sing my virtues, Then I cannot stay in the Ling Kingdom. I would rather return to the celestial heavens. If you understand my song, it brings sweetness to your ears. If you do not, I have no regrets." At that moment, the divine horse performed a miraculous act, transporting itself to the mainland in Wutai Mountain, where Joru was already waiting. Guomu and Zumu Deliver the Divine Horse to Joru Joru lightly struck the divine horse three times with his whip. The horse swayed and dashed forward, ultimately flying back to the summit of Bangle Mountain. When Guomu landed on the ground, she was overjoyed to take hold of the horse and began leading it down the mountain. Seeing this, Zumu quickly exclaimed, "Guomu! Since we’ve already captured the horse, let’s hurry and deliver it to Joru. Once the horse is handed over, our mission will be complete." As they spoke, the two women led the horse toward Joru. However, before they could reach him, the horse broke free and ran directly toward Joru. Despite their efforts, neither Guomu nor Zumu could catch it again. Zumu, alarmed, shouted, "Joru! Joru! The horse is running away!" Joru, calm and composed, said to Guomu, "Mother, let go of the rope. This thousand-mile steed is destined to be with me. Today is the day of our fated reunion—it will not run away again." Guomu thought to herself, What my son says is true. Based on past experiences, I cannot capture this horse with my strength alone unless divine power intervenes. With this realization, she released the rope, letting it fall onto the horse’s back. The divine horse, upon seeing Joru, ran toward him with affection, like a child reuniting with its mother. Joru gently stroked the horse for a long while, took hold of the celestial lasso, and then turned to Zumu, saying: "Ah, Sister Sangjang Zumu! Now the celestial thousand-mile horse is mine, and it’s time to head to the Ling Kingdom. In the past, my mother and I were unfamiliar with horses. But you, as a daughter of the wealthy Gyalo family and the owner of countless fine steeds, must be well-acquainted with the thirty steeds of the Ling brothers. Please examine this horse and tell me: Does it rank as superior, average, or inferior? Can it stand alongside the brothers’ steeds? What are the advantages of ordinary horses, and what unique traits does this one possess? Please share your thoughts." Zumu’s Song of Praise for the Divine Horse Zumu, born into wealth and the owner of nine herds of fine horses, naturally knew how to distinguish the qualities of horses. From a young age, she had learned from her father about the traits of excellent steeds. Thus, she began to describe the characteristics of ordinary horses and the unique traits of the divine horse, singing in the Nine Lions Six Variations Melody: "I pray sincerely to the Three Jewels, May my words today come true. Joru, son of Guomu, I have a few things to tell you. As Tibetans say: "If one does not understand the guru’s virtues, Worshiping is like smearing butter on a rock. If one does not comprehend the teachings, Chanting scriptures is no different from a parrot’s mimicry. If one does not know their origins, They are like a monkey lost in the forest. If one cannot distinguish treasure from stone, They are like a stranger lost on the road." Without understanding the traits of fine horses, One might mistakenly call an ordinary horse a steed. Good horses are divided into four types: Jining, Mukeng, Bodu, and Dowa. Among them, Dowa horses are the best when long-bodied. Bodu horses are excellent when sturdy. Mukeng horses are praised for their strong build. And Jining horses are admired for their lightness. The best Dowa horse is like the rising sun, Its four sides built as if perfectly aligned. The middle Dowa horse resembles a drawn string, Loose on the outside but tight within. The lowest Dowa horse is like an iron ox, Its body long but its skin thin. The appearance of a horse falls into three categories: A phoenix-shaped face is the finest, A goat-shaped face is average, And a deer-shaped face is inferior. The legs of a horse fall into three categories: Cow’s legs rank first, Deer legs come second, And goat legs are the least desirable. The teeth of horses fall into seven categories: First, like a wild mule’s teeth, wide and deep—this is the best. Second, like a white-faced yak’s teeth, slightly crooked. Third, like a sheep’s teeth, white and fine. These three types of teeth belong to the best horses. Fourth, like a tiger’s fangs, sharp and long. Fifth, like a camel’s teeth, drooping outward. Sixth, like a pig’s teeth, with rough bumps all over. These three types of teeth belong to inferior horses. Seventh, like a riding horse’s teeth, with narrow grooves—this is average. The quality of a horse’s coat falls into five categories: First, like a deer’s coat—coarse and long—this is the best. Second, like a tiger’s coat—short and strong. These two types of coats are ideal. Third, like a fox’s coat—soft and long. Fourth, like a bear’s coat—short and rough. These two types of coats are the worst. Fifth, like a donkey’s coat—neither soft nor strong. This is considered average. The hooves of horses fall into seven categories: First, hooves shaped like wooden bowls. Second, edges worn smooth like copper petals. Third, short, upright hooves resembling iron pig hooves. These three types of hooves belong to the best horses. Fourth, curled edges with no indentation in the center. Fifth, flat hooves with no heel. Sixth, hooves that are round and smooth with no edges. These three types of hooves are inferior. Seventh, hooves that are four-curved and three-straight—these are average. The structure of a horse’s bones and joints is critical: The topmost joint is the neck. A neck with round, evenly spaced vertebrae is excellent. The middle joint is the spine. A spine with three slightly curved segments is ideal. The lowest joint is the hoof. Short, thick hoof bones are considered superior. Behind the ears is the skull. A lower skull is better than a higher one. Behind the tail is the rump. A higher rump is better than a lower one. The calf should resemble the udder of a pregnant mare. A flatter shape is better than a protruding one. The top of the head should be straight and thick. A higher head is better than a lower one. The mane should flow like white silk. Longer is better than shorter. Upright manes resemble pillars reaching to the sky. Taller is better than shorter. The throat and neck should be stretched taut like a ribbon. A longer neck is more desirable than a shorter one. The collarbone should house small lungs, Smaller lungs are better than larger ones. The outer ribs should house the kidneys. Protruding ribs are better than sunken ones. Rounded ribs gathered beneath the chest are ideal. The abdomen should have symmetrical ribs. The lungs should be wide and spacious. The liver should be small and compact. The intestines should be thick and strong. The heart should be thin and light. These internal organs define a fine horse. A large head needs a crown. Large ears resemble a hat on the head. Small legs need shoes. Hooves should look like sturdy, well-fitted footwear. The first of the sixteen vertebrae Should be able to hold a liter of barley. The space between the eyes and ears should be hidden. The top of the head and the nose should be narrow. The mane should be neatly tucked between the shoulders. The four limbs should appear as though carved, Resembling four lambs standing apart. Now let me describe five types of swift horses: First, a hawk-chested, bull-shouldered horse, Which can herd a group of horses with a whip. Second, a horse with upright manes and a sharp snout, Which can lasso wild oxen even at night. Third, a horse with an arched waist and wide flanks, Which can crack a deer’s skull with its bite. Fourth, a rabbit-headed, round-nosed, buckwheat-eyed horse, Which can snatch a rabbit from the mountains. Fifth, a horse that leaps like a tiger or a rat, Which can chase the clouds and catch the moon, Racing faster than even the birds of the sky. Next, I’ll describe four types of long-distance horses: First, the ‘Jajang Wu Ba Paibo’ horse, Which can gallop a hundred miles without sweating. Second, the ‘Tongjang Zhu Gu Bai Xie’ horse, Which can travel a thousand miles tirelessly. Third, the ‘Chijang Ka Wa Gang Bo’ horse, Which can gallop ten thousand miles without fatigue. Fourth, the ‘Benza Chang Ba Ben Deng’ horse, Which can cover a hundred thousand miles with ease. This divine horse is unlike ordinary ones. On its head are seven animal-like features: First, the forehead of a yak. Second, the eye sockets of a frog. Third, the fierce eyes of a viper. Fourth, the snow-white nostrils of a lion. Fifth, the lips of a tiger. Sixth, a tuft of eagle feathers near the ears. Seventh, the lower jaw of a stag. These seven features make up the perfect steed. Additionally, every fine horse has eighteen tendons, Each unique and unlike those of ordinary horses. The tendons resemble the following: Like crows crossing necks, They are found on the horse’s forehead. Like a tiger’s embrace, They are found on the back of the head. Like a water-filled stomach, They are found on the cheeks. Like a fish swimming, They are found along the ribs. Like a jade dragon drilling through, They are found in the horse’s armpits. Like heaps of wool, They are found on the top of the head. Like a pig’s nest, They are found on the horse’s thighs. Like a bag of barley, They are found on its shinbones. Like a coiled thread, They are found on the inner thighs. Like a drum, They are found on the belly. Like thick fingers, They are found along the tail. This divine horse possesses every single one of these traits. It is perfect in every way. Its coat shines brighter than rubies. It races like a shooting star. It was born from the deity Hayagriva. Those who ride it will not fall into hell, But instead will ascend to the heavens. This horse is the very embodiment of liberation." Zumu's Continued Praise for the Divine Horse At this point, Zumu paused for a moment, thought deeply, and then continued singing: "To praise ordinary horses in such a way would not be right, This divine steed truly deserves such admiration. Oh, how happy I am! A thousand-mile horse, how miraculous! A divine steed from the heavens, praised by all. Among the thirty fine horses of the Ling Kingdom, There is Dongzan’s Jade-hued Iron-Blue Horse, Said to have the strength of a great roc bird. But this ability is not so special, For it is merely an animal’s natural instinct. There is Chaxiang Danma’s ‘Divine Silver-Grey Steed,’ And Chao Tong’s mount, the ‘Black-Tailed Jackal.’ These are said to understand human emotions and speak human language. While all praise them as extraordinary, It is not worth being amazed, For clever animals can also mimic speech. Yama Senda’s ‘Qianshanteng,’ Gyatsa’s ‘White-Shouldered Phoenix Horse,’ And the Chief Steward’s ‘Mule-Headed Chestnut Steed’ Are all said to have the abilities of a thousand-mile horse. Yet, there is no need for astonishment. Their outward appearance and inner nature, Are no more than what ordinary animals possess. But your divine steed is truly exceptional. Though it has the body of an animal, Within it lies the heart of a Buddha. It was born from the deity Hayagriva. Seeing it ensures one will not fall into hell. Riding it will carry you to the heavens. Such an extraordinary divine steed, To see it today is truly rare. What I have witnessed firsthand is even more astonishing: It was captured by heavenly gods, dragon deities, and celestial spirits. The lasso used to capture it was a miraculous celestial rope. In the sky, it has wings to fly, On the ground, it has hooves to gallop. It is as gentle as a domesticated horse, Yet such a magnificent steed is hard to find in this world. When it flies, it spreads its wings through the nine heavens, Even a great roc cannot match its height. When it runs, it races as fast as the wind, No steed in the Ling Kingdom can compete with it. Joru, your Red Rabbit-like Divine Steed, Is truly a thousand-mile horse that chases the wind and rides the clouds. Now that the divine horse is in your hands, Joru, quickly return with me to the Ling Kingdom. Winning the horse race will be as easy as turning your hand. Your divine steed will certainly take first place. With this horse, Joru will undoubtedly ascend to the throne, And Zumu will always belong to you. Oh, divine steed! Every word of Zumu’s praise is true. Ling Gabu needs you, And my entire life depends on you! If you understand my song, you are truly fortunate. If you do not, I will not explain further. Joru, please remember this in your heart." The divine steed’s past karmic connection with Zumu made her praise perfectly fitting. After hearing her song, the divine steed felt deeply joyful. It stood obediently by Joru’s side, waiting for its master to mount its back. It was ready to carry Joru to victory in the horse race.

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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 51 Disguised As A Beggar, He Skillfully Probes The Details Of Ling; Displaying Divine Might, He Sternly Punishes Darong's Chao Tong A Merchant's Return and a Father's Anguish As they neared the Ling Kingdom, Gesar suddenly patted the neck of his precious steed. Jang Gapeibu understood—its master wanted it to slow its pace. Yes, it had been nine years since he left Ling. In these nine years, who knew what changes had occurred in Ling, what had become of its people? A clever idea struck Gesar. He transformed into the appearance of a merchant. Then, from the black and white treasure bag he brought from the demon kingdom, he took out livestock and treasures. Instantly, the hillside was covered with the plump cattle and sheep of the demon lands. He also pitched a large, wide tent and settled there. Three years prior, the Hor people had abducted Queen Zumu, plundered Ling's treasures, and killed the great hero Gyatsa. However, because Chao Tong had repeatedly provided information and rendered service, they not only refrained from seizing his wealth and livestock but also made him the king of Ling. What he failed to obtain at the horse race, he finally acquired in part. Though he lacked the seven treasures and Zumu, he now had the Ling Kingdom and the throne, which brought Chao Tong some measure of satisfaction. And with satisfaction came the desire for unrestrained pleasure. He had the Qiongka Mubu palace renovated to be resplendent with gold and jade, dazzlingly bright by day and glowing radiantly by night. However, his resources were ultimately limited, so he had to squeeze the common people relentlessly. Since Chao Tong became king of Ling, the populace had not known a single day of peace, not a day free from suffering and torment. The more they endured hardship, the more they longed for the Great Lion King Gesar. Although Chao Tong had seized the opportunity to become Ling's king, he lived in constant anxiety, wary of the day King Gesar might return. Seeing the sight of the merchant's camp, he trembled with fear and immediately summoned King Senlun, who had been become his servant. Chao Tong said to Senlun, "Over in that valley, there have never been so many cattle and sheep. Go and find out where they come from? I demand a horse's worth of water and grass fee from them per day." Senlun had no choice but to put on his tattered fur coat, tie a knotted leather strap around his waist, strap on his broadsword, don an iron helmet, mount his lame horse, and set off immediately. He soon reached the other side of the valley. By then, Gesar, transformed into a merchant, had already laid out a tiger-skin cushion and was waiting. Senlun tethered his horse and hesitated outside the tent for a long while before asking, "Where did you come from this morning? Where will you go tonight? For whom are your teeth and heart white? For whom are your hair and eyebrows black? What business do you intend to conduct? In this sacred valley of the Ling Kingdom, no one dares to come here except flying birds. You, the guest residing here, trample more grass than you eat, muddy more water than you drink. For drinking water, you must pay a water fee; for grazing, you must pay a grass tax!" The "merchant" replied, "Ah, you pitiable old man! Your eyes are bluer than the sky, your hair whiter than conch shells. Why do your knees rise above your head? Why, in your advanced years, do you serve as another's slave? Why should I trouble you? I'll tell you: I came from the north this morning, I head to the Ling Kingdom tonight. My teeth and heart are white for Holy Ling; my hair and eyebrows are black for the enemy. If you ask about my business, the tale is long, hard to tell in a few words." Seeing Senlun shrinking back onto the grass at the very edge of the tiger-skin cushion, the Great King urged him to sit up properly. The old man said, "Such a magnificent cushion, I have not the fortune to sit upon it!" The Great King had to let him be. Then, a conjured servant brought tea. The old man was so pitiful he didn't even have his own wooden bowl. The Great King poured tea for him into his own auspicious, perfect bowl. Seeing this bowl, Senlun couldn't help but laugh. As they drank tea, the servant brought meat. Seeing Senlun had no small knife for eating meat, the Great King handed him his own white crystal dagger. As he ate, Senlun looked at the dagger and began to sob and weep. The Great King pretended not to understand: "Did you laugh just now because the tea was bad, and now cry because the meat is unpalatable? Or is this simply the custom of your land?" King Senlun gradually stopped his sobs. Gritting his teeth, he recounted everything that had happened since Gesar left Ling. When he spoke of the great hero Gyatsa sacrificing himself for the kingdom, the Lion King's tears soaked his robes. When he spoke of Queen Zumu being abducted by the Hor King, Gesar burned with anxiety as if his heart were on fire. When he spoke of Chao Tong's betrayal and collusion with the enemy, Gesar gnashed his teeth in fury—though it was not yet time for father and son to reveal themselves. He listened as the old man continued, "Please do not take offense, noble guest. It is truly because my heart is filled with sorrow. This bowl I hold in my hand now resembles my lion-child's perfect, auspicious bowl. This dagger I use to eat meat resembles my lion-child's white-handled crystal dagger. Seeing them gladdens my heart, but my longing is so great I cannot stop weeping." The "merchant" was deeply moved but restrained his emotions. He offered the old man another bowl of wine, then made a request: "Elder! I have many lice in my hair. Please catch them for me!" Saying this, he laid his head in the old man's lap. The old man flustered, trying to push him away: "Noble lord! I am dressed in such filth and rags. My filth will defile your noble body!" But the "merchant" insisted and would not move. The old man, helpless, had to turn his head and examine it carefully. There were no lice, but he discovered a patch of white birthmarks behind the right ear, extending to the right shoulder—just like Gesar's. Overcome by the sight, a single teardrop fell squarely into the "merchant's" ear. The "merchant" immediately straightened up: "You didn't catch lice; instead, you poured water into my ear. Do you mean to harm me? Your master torments you, why take it out on me?" He stood up as he spoke. Senlun hurriedly explained: "How dare I take it out on you? It's just that the patch of white birthmarks behind your ear looks so much like my son Gesar's. Thinking of my son, I couldn't hold back my tears, and one fell into your ear. Please do not be angry, do not take offense!" As he spoke, he felt such overwhelming grief that he fainted. Gesar quickly cradled his father king's head and sprayed cool sandalwood water on his chest. The shock revived Senlun shortly after. By then, King Gesar could no longer suppress his longing for his father and homeland and revealed himself to King Senlun. Senlun was like one who sees dawn after a long night, overjoyed beyond words. He grasped the Great King's hand, kissing it repeatedly, then pressed it tightly against his own face, saying excitedly, "From today, the suffering of Ling is over! My wish has been fulfilled!" King Gesar offered his father many sumptuous foods and repeatedly remind him to keep the secret, not to reveal it to anyone. Afterwards, Senlun reluctantly bid his son farewell. As he returned, he couldn't suppress his inner joy. His beard stuck out high, he whipped his old lame horse into a gallop, drew the wooden-handled waist knife from his bosom, and waved it fiercely towards the imagined figure of Chao Tong, shouting incessantly, "From now on, some people will face misfortune, and some will prosper!" Galloping back home, he quietly relayed the news to Guomu, King Gesar's birth mother. Hearing it, Guomu was like a beggar obtaining a priceless treasure. She hurried to make a smoke offering to thank the deities. By then, Chao Tong had also heard vague rumors and was trembling all over, panic-stricken, looking around nervously. Then his face flushed crimson, and he sat there gnashing his teeth in a daze. Only by evening did he dare send someone to Senlun's home to inquire. Senlun deceived him: "That's the great wealthy merchant Dorje Drakpa from the Li region. He said he greatly reveres the Lion King and, seeing I am the Lion King's father, bestowed much wine and meat upon me. I got drunk again." Chao Tong listened, half-believing, half-doubting. How would a merchant from afar know he was Gesar's father? His heart was uneasy! The Beggar's Tale and the King's Return The next day, an old beggar with graying hair arrived at the gate of Chao Tong's palace, shouting repeatedly, "Long-lived master! Give this old beggar some food!" Chao Tong stuck his head out and asked, "Where are you from, beggar? Coming to knock on the door so early in the morning is most inauspicious." "Noble master, I come from the demon kingdom." "From the demon kingdom? Then, come in quickly. I have questions for you." Hearing the old beggar came from the demon lands, Chao Tong hurriedly invited him inside. He was about to order a maid to fetch some food but thought better of it and went in himself, bringing out a wooden tray of roasted barley flour with a piece of butter on top and a small pot of wine. "Hey, old man, I have confidential matters to ask you. As long as you tell the truth, your food, clothing, and needs will be my responsibility from now on." "Speak, master. What is it?" The old man slowly ate the roasted flour and drank the wine. "Nine years ago, my nephew Gesar went north to subdue demons. The first three years, rumors said he died; the next three years, rumors said he didn't die; and these last three years, there's been no news at all. Is he dead or alive? Tell me in detail." "Ah, that so-called Lion King Gesar has been dead for eight full years. The thousand-mile precious steed is used by Meisa to carry water; the quiver is used by demon women as a sack; and the demon king Lutsan is still alive and well!" "Really? Truly?" Chao Tong was so excited he could hardly believe his ears. "Of course! I served Lutsan as a slave for three years, naturally I know very clearly." The old beggar said with a straight face. "Excellent! The stone in my heart has finally fallen. The sun feels warmest at dusk; a man finds greater happiness in old age. This wretched nephew of mine always caused me trouble. As long as he lived in this world, I could not rule in peace. Wonderful, truly wonderful! Serves him right for not living long." As he spoke, Chao Tong ordered the maids to bring large pieces of meat and big bowls of wine for the old beggar to eat and drink. He himself also intended to feast. However, Chao Tong's queen, Dan Sa, hearing the news that King Gesar was no longer in this world, wept bitterly: "Ah! Day and night I prayed to the heavenly gods for my nephew's safety. Why is there such terrible news today! What will become of Ling's future!" Hearing this, Chao Tong, furious and flustered, jumped down from his throne, cursing "worthless woman," grabbed a wooden stick, and struck Dan Sa, actually knocking the aged queen unconscious. The old beggar, seeing this scene, was deeply不忍 and stayed by Dan Sa's side until she awoke. But even after waking, she continued to weep in agony. The old beggar had to comfort her: "I never thought news that pleased King Chao Tong would bring you such grief. But I've heard another piece of news. King Gesar has already subdued the northern demons and, with his consort, is driving the demon kingdom's cattle and sheep. He will arrive tomorrow." After hearing, Chao Tong was dumbfounded, speechless. And Dan Sa overjoyed like a loving mother seeing her long-lost beloved child, hurriedly took off the turquoise prayer beads worn around her neck, brought out ten sheep-stomachs worth of butter, added a white khata, and presented them to the old beggar as a gift of thanks for the good news. Gesar also found his mother Guomu outside the city, dressed in rags. But she was, after all, the daughter of the Dragon King. Seeing the "old beggar's" teeth as white as conch shells, she immediately recognized her son's transformation. Guomu held her son and wept for a long while. King Gesar comforted her: "Mother! Please don't cry. Hasn't your son returned? Now, please watch the excitement from the city's edge." Then, suddenly, the earth changed color; mountains, rivers, and valleys all glowed with red light. Gesar had already removed the disguising tumors and sores and thrown away the brimless felt hat. His hair shone with beautiful golden light, flowing loosely. His face was like the full moon on the fifteenth day, plump and perfect. Fully armed, he rode his precious steed, galloping from the south of Chao Tong's clan. It seemed like ten thousand horses roaring and running, clouds of dust billowing up, all the way to the capital's main gate. Chao Tong had already seen it clearly through a crack in the door, frightened and kept shouting to Queen Dan Sa: "Worthless woman! Gesar is here! What should we do? Tell him I'm not home! Cover me with the copper pot, let me hide!" Saying this, he quickly performed magic and hid under the copper pot. Dan Sa's heart, however, was filled with immense joy, like seeing the sun again after clouds parted. She hurriedly made a smoke offering and went out happily to welcome the Great King. The Great King halted his horse at the city gate and sang: A poor, wandering mendicant monk, Few can provide for him long. If he himself does not know thrift, Hard to endure spring's passage swift. A petty chieftain full of guile, None will long pay him tribute's while. If he cannot curb his harsh demands, Hard to keep his scattered folk in hands. A hypocrite with honeyed tongue, Cannot uphold a righteous war long. Once he betrays kin to the foe, Hard to escape justice's stern blow. This household's uncle hides in his nest, The nephew who journeyed returns success-blessed. What has the uncle at home done? If home, come out to greet your son! I, abroad, shot the proud demon king dead, Subdued the north's dark demon lands instead. Together with Queen Meisa Bungji, Bring cattle, sheep, and treasure to Ling's country. How many kin did you sell to the foe? How many Hor troops did you help to grow? What wealth from Hor did you obtain? What rewards from White Tent King did you gain? Today, let us both boast of heroes' might! After Aunt Dan Sa hearing, she sang: From Ling's east, auspicious mountain peak, Rises Jambudvipa's treasure king's golden wheel sleek. The divine clans bloom like thousand-petal lotus fair, Auntie too welcomes dawn of happiness rare. The fathers' deeds like budding flowers unfold, Dan Sa, like bee, sings of joys untold. Chao Tong, like owl, blinded both eyes, Ends his tyrannical, cruel reign's cries. Hearing my nephew's pleasing song, Chao Tong dares not at home belong. To Copper Pot Ravine he went to raid, Hid in Three-Stone Hearth Mountain's shade. If not by hearthstone his head he breaks, He'll grab some ash, his home he makes, With flowing tears, his grievances he'll state! Chao Tong heard this and cursed again: "Worthless woman, don't say that! Quick, hide me under the bed!" Then he hid under the bed. The Great King sang his inquiry as before. Auntie replied again: Respected nephew, King Gesar, How dare Chao Tong stay home, afar? To Bed Ravine he went to raid, Hid at Bonrou Mountain's foot in shade. If not by bedpost his head he breaks, He'll grab some soil, his home he makes, Head wrapped in black, his tale he'll state. Chao Tong anxiously cried: "Lowly woman! Stop talking! Hide me under the saddle!" Then hid under an ox saddle. When the Great King asked again, Auntie sang: My respected nephew, Lion King great, Chao Tong dares not at home await. To Ox Saddle Ravine he went to raid, Hid behind Oxback Mountain in shade. If not by saddle bow his head he breaks, He'll return home at midnight's wake. He has no face to greet his nephew dear, With ash bag on head, his reasons clear. If he comes begging at my door, For food, three handfuls of hearth ash, no more. For drink, a basin of pot-washing water, On empty stomach, no fierce talk he'll utter. Then let him report household affairs clear. That's when your moon-bright face will turn drear, That's when your Venus-like eyes will flash lightning's spear, That's when your Bodhisattva heart will rage severe, That's when you'll vow this sinner vile To strike with thunder ten thousand times! Only then will all men's grievances be paid, Only then will all women's hearts be comforted and laid! The Unmasking of a Traitor Upon hearing Queen Dan Sa's song, the people of the Ling Kingdom felt greatly comforted and laughed with joy. Only Chao Tong was cursing: "You wretched woman, are you seeking death? Quickly hide me in the purple leather bag! Clench your thirty teeth tight. Don't make another sound through your teeth!" By this time, the Great King had already dismounted. His aunt tethered the divine steed and invited the King inside to sit upon the tiger-skin throne. She then placed the purple leather bag containing Chao Tong, along with butter, roasted barley flour, and other foods, on the table before the King, and poured him a cup of rich, fragrant wine. Chao Tong, hiding inside the leather bag, trembled with fear, causing the table to shake uncontrollably. Pretending to be puzzled, the King said: "There are three ill omens in the world. One is when a red cliff trembles—that means it's time for lightning to strike and destroy it. Another is when an ancient tree spirit trembles—that means it's time for axes to fell it. And the third is when a purple leather bag trembles—that means it's time for a blade to split it in two. But for this purple leather bag, a needle is too fine, a blade would be a waste, and an awl would be just right." After saying this, he pricked the leather bag with an awl. Blood gushed out in streams, and the bag squirmed violently. The King continued: "In the Tibetan lands, there are three portents of misfortune. A musk deer should only run on rocky cliffs; if it runs into a village, it becomes an ill omen, signaling it's time to harvest its musk. An owl from a stone cave, if it lands on tent ropes, becomes a bird of ill omen, signaling it's time to shoot it with arrows. Aunt, this purple leather bag of yours seems to have a corpse inside trying to resurrect—this is an ill omen of misfortune befalling the household, and it must be dealt with promptly. An awl is too short, a spear is too long; only a knife thrust is just right." He then stabbed it with his dagger. Chao Tong, in agony, suddenly stood up. Dark purple blood sprayed out in gushes. Not daring to cry out, he threw off the leather bag and tried to flee naked. The King reached out, grabbed Chao Tong, threw him to the ground, pinned him down with his knee, and drew his white-handled crystal dagger, singing: My hatred is hard to quell, my anger hard to appease, How can I let a traitor like you escape with ease! You, an uncle, sided with the foe, How many Hor soldiers did you help bring here below? My brother Gyatsa Xiega, Often in secluded meditation did he stay, Now like a rainbow in the sky, He vanished without a trace, gone by. You caused my royal father and mother, And all the people of eastern Ling Gabu, To suffer humiliation and be trodden under. Considering our blood ties, I should spare you, But how can your deeds be forgiven, tell me true! Smashing a sacred image to show piety, Is not an act worthy of sincerity. Killing a guilty man of your own kin, Is not a cause for celebration or a win! If you have any last words, speak them fast, Your life will be over in moments that won't last! As he sang, he pointed the dagger tip at Chao Tong's chest. Trembling, Chao Tong begged for mercy: "You are right, nephew, you are right! But I beg you to spare my old life, don't kill me! Uncle I was bewitched by the yellow Hor's magic, my mind was addled, confused and upside-down, I completely lost awareness of what I was doing. Otherwise, why would I tie my hair into three topknots? Have my wife braid her hair into three plaits? Put three collars on a dog? These are things I did only because I was mad! Your hatred for uncle is justified, all the blame should fall on me, but towards you, nephew, uncle still holds the deepest affection. Please, Joru, spare your uncle's wretched life!" Public Shame and a Narrow Escape The King released Chao Tong, mounted his horse, and drove him forward with whip lashes, shouting: "Look quickly! This corpse in the leather bag has come back to life!" Everyone recognized the man as Chao Tong and shouted in unison: "Beat him to death! Beat him to death!" Amidst the shouts and the crowd chasing after him for amusement, Chao Tong was so ashamed he wished the ground would swallow him. He actually crawled into a marmot hole in the mountain. Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen had already seen the morning mist churned up by the divine steed Jang Gapeibu and knew King Gesar had returned. He hurriedly led heroes like Danma, Gade, and Niben to welcome him. Everyone paid their respects to King Gesar one by one. In the valley, they pitched an Auspicious Treasure tent, laid out cushions, and invited the King to sit at the highest seat. They presented him with hero's sashes and various fine wines and delicacies. In front of everyone, the Chief Steward recounted in detail the invasion by the Hor, how each hero had sacrificed themselves. As he spoke, old tears streamed down his face, and all the assembled heroes and warriors also had tears in their eyes. The Chief Steward sighed and said with relief: "Now it's good. Being able to wait for the Great King's return is an immense blessing for this old man! From now on, the prestige of our Ling Gabu can be restored. Although my sons have died for the kingdom, I still have my nephew Gesar. Alive, I will find infinite joy; dead, my heart will be at peace." The Great Lion King repeatedly comforted everyone: "During my campaign in the Demon Kingdom, it was my uncles, father, and all our brothers who gave their lives to protect the lineage of our divine clan. The Hor's debt must be repaid, and my Zumu must certainly be retrieved. But now, there is a debt right before our eyes that needs settling. This evil root of trouble, Chao Tong, harbors black intentions in everything he does, never missing a chance to commit wicked deeds. Even before I was born, he was harming people. From my birth until today, the one he hated in his heart was me, Gesar; the one he glared at sideways was me, Gesar; the one he cursed with malicious words was me, Gesar; the one he pointed at with his little finger was me, Gesar. Thinking again of his wicked act of betraying Ling Gabu to the yellow Hor, I wish I could chop him into mincemeat and tear out his heart and liver while he still lives!" Pleading for Mercy and a Humiliating Punishment Hearing this, Chao Tong was scared out of his wits, his face ashen. Still bleeding and naked, he crawled out of the marmot hole and prostrated himself before the King, tears falling like rain, trembling as he pleaded: "Please, everyone, help plead for me! Just now, inside the marmot hole, I reflected deeply. I am indeed guilty, but the me now is nothing but a black crow—its feathers are useless, its flesh inedible. Killing me would only add to the Great King's sin of taking life. Killing a dog, crushing an insect—these all carry sin, let alone killing a person. I beg Old Chief Steward to plead for my worthless life. If an opportunity arises in the future, I, Chao Tong, will repay you with my life." Seeing his wretched state, everyone felt both angry and amused. The divine steed Jang Gapeibu could no longer contain itself. It opened its mouth and swallowed Chao Tong whole. Not until dusk did it regurgitate the barely breathing Chao Tong along with a pile of dung, thus sparing Chao Tong's life. Celebration and Judgment The next day, a grand celebration banquet was hosted by Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen, Guomu, and Dan Sa. The King distributed the livestock, treasures brought from the Demon Kingdom, and Chao Tong's property among the heroes and subjects of the Ling Kingdom. By the King's decree, Dan Sa was to separate from Chao Tong; she could choose another husband and start a new family. Chao Tong was left to live out his remaining half-dead existence. For a full twenty-one days, the masses from all tribes spent their time at the sumptuous feast, immersed in boundless joy.

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 71 The Brahma King's Prophecy Guides The King Gesar To Jiang; Foretells A Heroine Slaying The Divine Bull The Celestial Prophecy the Method Of Victory For King Gesar At this time, the Ling army had already reached the border of the Jiang Kingdom and was camped directly opposite the Jieju Da area on the lower reaches of the Nama River. In the middle of the night, the Heavenly Father, the White Brahma King, departed from his rainbow-hued divine tent in the sky and, together with other deities, rode auspicious clouds to the sky above the Ling camp. He offered counsel to the King of Ling: "Beloved son Tuibagawa, During those long, sleepless nights in your dreams, What did your two eyes see? Was the flawless divine visage clearly perceived? Tomorrow at the clear, early dawn, Gather your strong soldiers and swift horses in the camp. Joru, alone on his horse, must advance forward, Employing both soft and hard strategies to attack. You must go to the purple lands of Sadan, First surveying the terrain and roads clearly. King Sadan's mind is already shrouded in dark clouds; Joru must seize the chance to swiftly display his divine powers. In King Sadan's palace lies a priceless treasure, Outwardly resembling the form of a fine steed. If you can obtain this treasure, You can cause his first bout of confusion. The Queen Mother Chijiang Jimu is no ordinary person; She is the transformed incarnation of a flawless dakini. If you can subdue the Queen Mother, You can cause his second bout of confusion. At the eastern city gate lies a treasure worth cities, A steed carved from white conch. If you can obtain this treasure, You can cause his third bout of confusion. Once these three tasks are accomplished, All matters of the Ling Kingdom can succeed. Joru, have no doubts in your heart; I hope you will immediately ride forth alone. Sadan's mind will be veiled by dark clouds, His thoughts imprisoned as if in a black dungeon. Nine years is not a long time to be confined; In the end, all wishes will be fulfilled. Sadan is now employing deceit a second time, Sending another three thousand troops to invade Ling lands. In a few days, the Jiang people will arrive; Joru, you must hurry and prepare. Tomorrow at the clear, early dawn, Joru and his horse must swiftly depart. Go with joy and a carefree heart. Do not worry about all matters in the camp. Three commanders in the camp will lead, Three heroes beside the camp will stand guard. The White Brahma King will not leave the army camp, Constantly protecting and supporting your Ling forces. Tomorrow morning, depart swiftly from here. Cross one slope, and you'll reach the foot of the snow mountain; Cross two slopes, and you'll reach the yellow grass slope; Cross three slopes, and you'll reach the foot of the black cliff. After your horse crosses these three slopes, Opposite lies a large, mirror-like lake. On the right bank of this lake's plain, Vast stretches of green grass reflect emerald waves in the lake. Lush green grass lets your horse eat its fill; Sweet lake water lets you drink your fill. Ensuring your horse lacks neither food nor drink, Tomorrow night, rest there. The day after, you must advance with divine speed. On the way, there is a mountain like a fierce tiger; The tiger's nose faces the forest. Cross the tiger's nose to reach another mountain. On this mountain, there is a peacock's nest; Beside the nest bloom all kinds of flowers. A golden frog brother guards beside the flowers. Rest there the night after. Then advance again with divine speed. There is a large red cliff like a dharma bed, And a mountain like a white snake slithering down. Three road markers stand together at the mountain pass. Cross this mountain and proceed forward. There is a red mountain ridge like an elephant's trunk; The long trunk extends into the divine lake, Where emerald waves constantly ripple. In the sky to the left of this lake, Countless joyful waterbirds sing. Colorful flowers bloom all over the lakeshore; A jade snake brother guards beside the flowers. Do not rest there; proceed forward. Ahead, a cliff resembles a wild yak's head, Its left and right horns reaching high into the sky. Between the two horns lies a very convenient path. Cross those two mountains and move forward. There lies an ancient, dense forest. Deep within dwell various beasts; Wolf howls and tiger roars make even the trees tremble. Under a large tree at the forest's edge, Rolls a red, fiery ball. That fireball is a natural fire, Lighting the entire dark night like day. Under the tree are also various sweet foods, With wine and meat for you to enjoy at will. Stay at that place that night; No need to seek lodging elsewhere. Upon reaching the purple Jiang domain the next day, Your actions and stops require your own planning. Whether staying or moving, be extra vigilant, Beware of your horse and yourself falling into Jiang hands." After singing this prophetic song, the White Brahma King swiftly vanished. The next morning, the heroes gathered before the King to discuss matters. The Great Lion King recounted the White Brahma King's prophetic song to everyone and then said: "Noble people of the Ling Kingdom, Joru has received the true prophecy from Brahma. This is a good blessing to avoid demonic calamities and a good guide to prevent regret. His prophecy is like sweet dew. Therefore, I intend to go alone on horseback to the Jiang lands to subdue the old, stubborn enemy, King Sadan of Jiang. Dealing with Sadan requires soft methods; hard confrontation will hardly bring victory. I cannot delay; I must depart first to resolve difficult matters. All heroes and soldiers, follow slowly later to coordinate. The left wing, right wing, and central route armies should coordinate like the sun, moon, and stars. You must see the road clearly and advance, not letting dark clouds shroud and confuse the path. The famously wise elder is Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen. The one as mighty and skilled in battle as a white lion is the Four Mothers Commander, King Chao Tong. At one command, the three armies move together; captured spoils will be shared equally. Even Darong Commander King Chao Tong should receive an equal share. About five days from tomorrow, we will face the Jiang Kingdom's army. Then, every hero should be brave; eliminating the enemy should be like a gale sweeping away scattered clouds. Commanders in the Lingga camp must command without bias. When two armies meet on the battlefield for contests, heroes should each display their fine martial skills. Now, lead the armies before the tent, quickly array them before the lotus throne. Pray devoutly to all deities together, praying for a triumphant reunion in days to come." After King Gesar finished singing, the heroes knew the Great King intended to set out early and felt reluctant to part. But this was the will of the heavenly deities and could not be opposed, so everyone had to agree. Just as no one was speaking, Chao Tong said: "Yo! Although the heavenly prophecy says my nephew, the Great Lion King, should go alone to Jiang, if our following troops lose control on the road, it could lead to a great mistake. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to go together now? Moreover, if the Great King goes alone and encounters the enemy in battle, having no one to assist by his side is dangerous." Chao Tong's proposal contradicted the heavenly decree and was opposed by everyone. Jaga Mani Pala said: "Against formless demonic enemies, the Ling heroes find it somewhat difficult to subdue them; caution is needed. Against tangible old demons, no matter how many, we Ling people have no fear. As for the old demon Sadan, it is better for the Great Lion King to go alone first to subdue him." The old Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen also said: "According to Brahma's prophecy and the Great King's decree, there is no need for dissent about the Great King going to Jiang first. As for the following troops, on the advance, everyone will certainly be able to manage well." The heroes unanimously agreed with the Great King and the Chief Steward uncle's position. Then, to dispel his own calamities, the Great King sprinkled purified water on his body, emanating the fragrance of sandalwood and resonating with various delightful musical sounds. In this auspicious atmosphere, everyone's faces glowed with vigor; people cheered and horses neighed, seeing off the Great King. The Great King took the reins from Danma and, surrounded by a rainbow, mounted his Red Rabbit-like Divine Steed, riding alone toward the Jiang Kingdom. That night, he reached the lodging place foretold by the White Brahma King. The Army's Advance and the Plan to Slay the Soul-Binding Bull After the Great King's departure, the following Ling army also broke camp and advanced, pitching camp that night in the Zhonglong Semo mountain valley. Following the White Brahma King's prediction, the Ling army planned to kill the soul-binding bull of the Jiang army's great general, Qula. The next day, the heroes united their efforts and, like goose-feather snow falling on a lake, surrounded the wild bull, intending to kill it. At this moment, the heroine Adanam, her feet in the stirrups, turned her horse's head and said to the heroes: "This soul-binding wild bull has no great skill; life and death are in my iron hands. Even for that herd of fierce wild bulls, I can make them all lose their lives. On this Ling army's campaign, as days pass, provisions may become insufficient. Today, killing this herd of large wild bulls, we can share the beef to save provisions. Today, I volunteer to command; all heroes, listen to my instructions. To kill this large wild bull, the multitude must cooperate with one heart. The fine descendant Bumba Zhale Zejie, the skilled warrior Wenbu Alubasen, the great general Seba Niben Daya, the great general Mujang Renqing Daru, and the old snow mountain, Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen—please, you five commanders of ten thousand, go and take charge. Commanders seated on the left and right sides—the young general Gyalo Buya Zhujie, the Darong brave warrior Angwa Rongtsa Malie, and the divine archer Chaxiang Danma Jangcha—each select fifty elite cavalry and charge down from the right mountain. Great general Bara Senda Adong and great general Gade Chujiong Benna, each select fifty elite cavalry and charge down from the left mountain. Great general Sinba Meruze, Darong's Four Mothers Commander King Chao Tong, and the heroic general from Muji, Jhana Sangzhu, each select fifty elite cavalry and encircle from the eastern mountain. I, Adanam, young general Gongba Buyi Chajia, and Taba Jitsen, the three of us, each select fifty elite cavalry and encircle from the western mountain. Large wild bulls will be hunted with arrows, medium ones herded together, and small calves captured by hand—not a single wild bull shall escape." After Adanam finished arranging, Chief Steward had no objections, so the other heroes prepared to act according to Adanam's plan. Only Bara Senda Adong said: "Heroes, act as Adanam said! I am unwilling to go kill wild bulls. Now, at war with the enemy, who knows if we fight today or tomorrow. Before facing the enemy, needlessly letting horses lose condition and wasting sharp arrows is utterly unnecessary." The other heroes followed Adanam's words, selecting elite cavalry. From their respective sides, they drove wild bulls on the slopes down into the valley and chased valley bulls up the slopes. Instantly, the slopes and valley floor turned red, and even the green grass turned red. At this time, Qula's soul-binding wild bull was tightly surrounded by the Ling army. The bull spewed black mist from its mouth, sharpened its horns on rocks, gnashed its large teeth loudly, making others dare not approach. When Sinba charged close, the bull galloped away on all fours. Sinba pursued relentlessly and shot an arrow from a bowshot's distance, but unfortunately missed; the bull stopped. Whenever people or horses approached, it would suddenly raise its sharp horns and charge, so no one dared get close. Chao Tong's Boast and the Bull's Ferocity At this moment, Chao Tong reined in his "Gugu Raodzong" black horse, gnashed his teeth, and shouted at the demon bull: "If we don't eliminate this evil bull, Advancing to Jiang lands will be difficult. Meeting Jiang's fierce generals will be hard to withstand; Ling's heroes will miss their chance. In peacetime, many claim to be brave; In war, the truly brave is only me. In battle, I always go before my nephew; In retreat, I always stay last to withdraw. Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen loves to boast, Claiming he can lead the army well. Now, before a single demon bull, Almost all our men and horses are lost. The Hor great general Sinba Meruze Is like a stick in a house, hard to swing out, Like a spark in ashes, unable to ignite— How can he stand firm on the black earth? Today, only this uncle has the skill, Vowing to send the red-horned demon bull to its death. All Ling heroes, watch together, Watch me alone skin the demon bull alive!" While singing, Chao Tong struck a very heroic pose, urged his horse forward, and shot three arrows from not far from the demon bull. The demon bull immediately charged at Chao Tong, aided by the wind of hungry ghosts. Chao Tong, scared out of his wits, turned and fled for his life toward a pre-spotted cave entrance. Gongba Buyi Chajia, worried about Chao Tong's danger, immediately urged his horse to charge between Chao Tong and the demon bull. Aided by the hungry ghosts' wind, the demon bull charged fiercely; with a few horn thrusts, it killed Gongba's black horse. The demon bull then tried to kill Gongba Buyi Chajia. At this dangerous moment, the White Brahma King immediately released a golden light, disrupting the demon bull's vision, allowing Gongba to escape danger. Chao Tong had already crawled into the cave, naturally preserving his life. Seeing this, Sinba could not bear it and sang a sorrowful song: "This fierce, giant wild red bull Is more terrifying than man-eating demons. Black mist spews from its mouth and nose; Lightning flashes dazzlingly from its tongue tip. Arrows shot from hands cannot hit it; Wishing to draw the stiff bow, strength is insufficient. Every possible method has been tried, Yet still cannot subdue this demonic creature. Chao Tong, quickly crawl out from the cave, See if the demon bull has already perished. Heroic deeds are shared by all; Whether deserved, one knows best oneself. My ears have heard others say This bull is where Qula's life soul resides. Only by first killing this wild bull Can that Qula be subdued." After singing, Sinba shot three arrows from the right, but the arrows flew as if into boundless sky, with no result. Adanam's Triumph and the Fall of the Soul-Binding Bull At this moment, the heroine Adanam, her feet in the stirrups, galloped forward from the front and shouted: "This wild bull is indeed extraordinary; Qula's life soul is attached to this bull's body. Only by killing this soul-binding bull Can we subdue Qula, this Jiang minister. How to kill this Qula, Listen as I briefly tell everyone. If the evil bull flees to a high mountain peak, Open a mountain path and charge upward. If the evil bull leaps down a cliff, Open a slope path and charge downward. If the evil bull runs into the grassland, Chase fiercely; never stop. If the evil bull escapes into the forest, Set the mountain ablaze, turning it to ashes. I will shoot an arrow at the wild bull's liver, Disrupting Qula's digestion, displaying wondrous power. I will shoot an arrow at the wild bull's lungs, Disrupting Qula's breathing, displaying wondrous power. Aim an arrow at the wild bull's heart, Seizing Qula's life soul, showing effect. If the wild bull still does not die like this, Then it is the fiercest among wild bulls. Then I would be unworthy of the name heroine; Better return home and be a servant woman!" The heroine urged her black steed forward. Hearing this from afar, the wild bull felt fear. Just as it intended to flee, Adanam drew her bow and shot an arrow. This arrow struck the liver. Then she shot another arrow, which passed through the center of the lungs. Arrow after arrow hit the wild bull's vital points, and the bull fell to the ground, dead. The heroine Adanam had slain the soul-binding bull of the Jiang army's commander, Qula. The Ling generals and soldiers cheered enthusiastically: "Truly formidable!" They all raised their thumbs in praise. They did not realize that the Jiang Kingdom's army was now approaching the Ling 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 78 Adanam Is Captured In Battle, Buya Zhujie Falls On The Battlefield The Calm Before the Storm and the Ominous Omen For several days thereafter, the armies of the Jiang and Ling kingdoms held their positions, and no battles occurred. Then, one day, the Jiang leaders convened and decided to launch a major offensive the following day. Led by Boidoi, Qula, and Caima Keji, a force of twelve champions—including the chieftain Sela, the veteran Serige Bu, the three Long-Armed Brothers, the three Poisonous Brothers, and A Ri Chang—set out on horseback, heading straight for the Ling camp. They believed such a force could surely overcome the Great Lion King and secure victory. Seeing a troop of riders approaching from the front, the Ling army sprang into action. The heroes donned their armor and mounted their steeds, while a portion of the army remained to guard the camp closely. The sight gave the Jiang troops pause, causing them to hesitate. Because the Jiang forces had committed blasphemous acts against the Great Lion King's war gods, the Ling warriors fought with even greater ferocity. Their men and horses surged forward like streaks of lightning. Seeing the Great Lion King Gesar clad in armor and helmet, weapons in hand, a majestic figure of a war god, the morale of the Ling heroes soared. The King himself was contemplating how to subdue the three demonic soul-binding birds nesting with the three Poisonous Brothers. Danma, discerning the King's thoughts, said to him, "Allow me to shoot three arrows; I can kill those three demon birds." Chao Tong, standing nearby, overheard Danma and interjected, "Let me cast a curse; I can kill the three demon birds." Both men wanted to demonstrate their prowess and argued back and forth. King Gesar said, "Danma, hold your arrows for now. Save them to shoot the Jiang Kingdom's three Poisonous Brothers. It would be better to let Uncle cast a curse to kill the three soul-binding demon birds." Hearing this, Chao Tong was overjoyed. He immediately took up ritual offerings and began tossing them with shouts of "Hong hong! Pa pa!" He flung the offerings into the distance while brandishing his black sword. From the tip of the black sword's blade, balls of flame the size of earthen pots erupted. These flames then transformed into three fiery masses that shot into the distance like meteors, swiftly incinerating the three soul-binding demon birds. A fierce wind swept up the charred bird carcasses, which then fell upon the heads of ministers Qula, Caima Keji, and Boidoi. Seeing this, Qula thought: Such an ominous event today bodes ill; perhaps the Jiang Kingdom cannot be preserved. Qula felt deep unease. If this were the case, rather than waiting for death, it would be better to ride out and fight to the finish. So he spurred his horse and charged towards the Ling heroes positioned on the outskirts of their camp. The Duel of Captivity and the Fall of a Young Hero Qula first encountered the heroine Adanam. Seeing such a fool seeking death come her way, she taunted him: "Today, as the sun rises high in the sky, I happen upon a ghost like you delivering yourself to death. You need not panic or rush; wait for my iron arrow to deliver you to the next life. The evil karma you've accumulated in the past is already plentiful; today you deserve severe punishment. Before the World Lion King, your head should be offered up. In this battlefield of bloody rain and foul wind, you have no right to wish for survival. In this whirlpool of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, there is no room for you to keep your life." Adanam shot an arrow that struck Chieftain Qula squarely. His armor was shattered to pieces. However, protected by the Jiang demon god's life-preserving garment, his skin remained unharmed. Chieftain Qula reined in his horse, thinking that against such a woman, there was no need for spear or blade; a lasso would suffice to take her life. So, wielding his red snake lasso, he said to Adanam: "Even the famed Gesar will be bound with a black rope, taken prisoner to the Jiang Kingdom, and made a slave there. Whether this can be done will be seen later. Listen well, you black-faced woman. Your face is thicker than cowhide, you shameless, thick-skinned woman who knows no better. You disgraceful wretch, today I won't use spear or arrow against you. King Sadan's weapons are more formidable; an iron hook and lasso await you. Especially, I, Qula, have my treasured weapon, the nine-foot red snake lasso, waiting for you. This snake-rope can bind celestial gods and fierce demons, let alone a lone woman!" Having sung his challenge, Qula flung the red snake flying lasso forward. The lasso looped perfectly around Adanam's neck. As Qula pulled with all his might, the heroine swiftly slashed three times with her sword but failed to cut the rope. Helpless, she was captured alive by Qula. Seeing this, the Ling heroes immediately rushed to her rescue. Gyalo Buya Zhujie, the commander of the Gyalo division and younger brother of Queen Zumu, mounted his blue flying steed and charged alone into the Jiang camp. He rampaged through their ranks but could not rescue Adanam. At that moment, the Jiang warrior Seri Bawo came forward to engage him. They fought for three rounds before Bawo was defeated. He immediately turned his horse and fled into the distance. The blue flying steed pursued at incredible speed. From horseback, Buya Zhujie swung his blade, and Seri Bawo's head was instantly severed from his neck, tumbling to the ground. Then, from behind, Baigan Tulu charged diagonally at Buya Zhujie. As the two closed in, Buya Zhujie nocked an arrow and sang a song invoking the arrow deity: I am the fine descendant of the white snow lion, Ruling over snowy peaks and grassy plains. Skilled in the six arts, adept at riding and shooting, I dwell not in castles but on battlefields to slay foes. Pitiable, arrogant, and contentious people of Jiang, Your twelve sets of men and horses deliver themselves to death. On the path swept by my precious blade, I send each of your fierce generals to the western heavens. After singing, Zhujie let fly an arrow that struck Baigan Tulu's body. However, protected by the Jiang demon god, it failed to wound him. Baigan Tulu drew his war blade, spurred his horse, and charged fiercely. Swinging his great sword, he struck Buya Zhujie from his horse with a single blow, killing him instantly on the battlefield. Witnessing this, the Ling heroes felt as if their hearts and livers had been slashed, overcome with grief and pain; some even wept aloud. Vengeance and Desperate Struggles Gade burned with rage, ready to fight to the death. He spurred his horse and charged at Baigan Tulu. Seeing someone charging, Baigan Tulu feigned flight. As Gade closed in, he suddenly turned and threw his lasso, catching Gade around the neck. Gade had anticipated this move. With his blade already in hand, he severed the lasso with one stroke and shouted loudly: "Aha! Baigan Tulu, your boasts are only fit for others' ears; they hold no weight before me. My brother Buya Zhujie was a young commander, slain today by the Jiang Kingdom's poisonous men. The Gyalo division's rare wish-fulfilling jewel has been devoured by a great whale in the water. Murderous Baigan Tulu, listen! Both you and I are men. Two men should test their strength. See how I avenge him today!" With that, Gade shot an arrow that struck Baigan Tulu squarely in the heart. The golden arrow pierced through his back and fell onto the grassland, tearing open a large gash in the earth. Baigan Tulu fell from his horse, lay in a pool of blood, and breathed his last. Seeing the enemy dead, Gade immediately severed his head, took his helmet and armor, seized his mount, and returned to camp. Demoralized by Baigan Tulu's death, the Jiang troops turned their horses and retreated to their camp. However, the two poisonous men, Zhaxi Toju and Taqiong Lugu, refused to give up, determined to fight to the death. Gnashing their teeth, they were about to charge forward when ministers Boidoi and Caima Keji saw them and tried strenuously to dissuade them, attempting to lead them back to camp. Just as they were about to turn back, they saw the Ling forces pursuing once more. The Jiang youth, the swift slave Dongtong Long-Armed, immediately turned his horse to counterattack. Seeing the Ling general Sinba Meruze charging ahead, raising his bow to shoot, Dongtong said not a word but fiercely threw his lasso, firmly catching Sinba around the neck. With a powerful tug, he dragged Sinba from his horse. Dongtong drew his long-handled black blade and struck Sinba twice. Protected by his guardian deity, the blows were as if striking stone and did not penetrate. At that moment, Bara and Danma hurried to the rescue. Dongtong continued to drag Sinba some distance. Only when the Ling heroes pursued relentlessly did Dongtong release Sinba and flee hastily. Boidoi handed the poisonous man Zhaxi Toju over to Chieftain Sela, then turned his horse. Together with the youth Dongtong Long-Armed, they shot arrows at the Ling pursuers while retreating. Mourning the Fallen and Burying the Dead The Ling heroes, seizing the moment, withdrew and held their camp. Soon, the men and horses gathered before the Great Lion King Gesar to report that the heroine Adanam had been captured by Qula and that Buya Zhujie had fallen in battle. Hearing this, the King was deeply saddened and said, "That child Zhujie was more precious than nine castles. Alas, his fate was exhausted; there is nothing more to be done." At that moment, the heroes fell silent, each face clouded with sorrow and worry, sitting there in mute contemplation. The Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen sighed: "Alas! Matters have come to this, all determined by destiny; there is simply no remedy. When we first set out from the Ling Kingdom, the dream Karemma had aligns with the present situation. The child Rongtsa Maerle died at Qula's hands, and now Buya Zhujie was killed by Baigan Tulu. These seem like inescapable calamities. That such misfortunes befall our Ling heroes... I would rather die in their place. I only hate that this old, undying one cannot replace them in death! Now, before my nephew the Great Lion King, what should I do? For now, we can only bury Zhujie's remains on Tiger-Nose Mountain Ridge. Excessive grief serves no purpose." Gade placed Baigan Tulu's head before the Great Lion King's divine tent and stepped forward to report: "Great King, your subject has brought here the head of Baigan Tulu, the murderer of Zhujie. That I could avenge Zhujie brings some comfort to my heart. I beg Your Majesty to witness this." The King and his ministers, seeing that Gade had swiftly avenged the dead, were satisfied and praised Gade highly. Then, with heavy hearts, the Ling people cremated Zhujie's body and buried his ashes on Tiger-Nose Mountain Ridge. The remains of others who had fallen in battle were given water burials in the rivers of the Jiang Kingdom.

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 93 The Men Forces Suffer a Crushing Defeat, Danma Falls to Gula's Arrow, The King Seeks Divine Guidance from the Master The Sole Survivors Return with Dreadful Tidings The five thousand Men soldiers who had been stationed to guard the southern river crossings had been slaughtered almost to a man by the Ling forces, only three ordinary soldiers remained alive. Without regard for day or night, they fled back toward their own camp, but in their panic and confusion, they took a wrong turn and found themselves on a path frequented only by wild beasts and monkeys. With no other option, they turned back and eventually reached the Nimu Kurlong region, where they stopped for the night. The next day, they continued their journey and arrived at the Memorial Mother Lake Plain before midnight. At that hour, the Minister of Internal Affairs, Gula Tuojie, was on the verge of sleep inside his Treasure Flame Tiger Tent when the three soldiers came to seek an audience. They reported in detail how the southern river crossings had fallen to the Ling army, how ministers such as Damu Dongdui and Yuru Mingchin had perished along with most of their troops beneath Ling blades, and how the Ling forces had occupied the Ematang Plain and established their camp. "What are we to do?" they asked desperately. When Minister Gula Tuojie heard this news, rage blazed within him. He struck the great war drum with thunderous beats, summoning his subordinate officers to council within the Treasure Flame Tiger Tent. Moments later, having donned his three pieces of armor and mounted his goose-yellow swift horse, he rode alone and unaccompanied straight toward the Ling camp. As he approached the banks of the Nimu River, the Ling scouts spotted a solitary rider in yellow robes upon a yellow horse galloping toward them, and they knew at once it was Gula Tuojie, the Minister of Internal Affairs from the Men Kingdom. The Ling heroes immediately flew into a flurry of activity, each vying to be the first to claim glory. Danma and Gula Clash in Single Combat From the eastern camp's Blue Tassel Regiment, Chaxiang Danma swiftly donned his armor, mounted his warhorse, and raced to the great meadow on this side of the Auspicious Emblem Bridge River, where he met Gula Tuojie face to face. The two reined in their horses, standing tall in their saddles, exchanging not a single word. After a long moment, Chaxiang Danma Jangcha spoke: "You there, yellow-robed and short upon your yellow horse! Are you not the old monkey Gula of the south? Your fame is great, Gula Tuojie, though we have never met, your name is known far and wide. All nations under heaven have heard of you, and today I am honored to make your acquaintance. I have come to this place at this time to demand the return of our stolen horses, to reclaim our plundered property, and to seek blood-justice for our murdered men!" Danma loosed an arrow that flew true, striking Gula directly in the chest. Though Gula wore nine layers of shield-plating, they could not withstand the iron arrowhead, it shattered them with a resounding clang. The mirror-sized golden buckler beneath his robe proved equally useless. Danma's arrow pierced through Gula's brocade robe and golden armor, driving deep into his flesh. Yet Gula was no ordinary man, he was a true demon-spawn, and the Demon King of Delight had placed seven iron amulet-balls the size of peas within his heart, both dark and light chambers alike. A jade thumb-ring from the Great Demon King also lay concealed upon his chest between those same chambers. It would take more than a single arrow to slay him. Gula thought to himself: This Ling warrior Danma is famous near and far, but now I see his archery is merely ordinary. He is truly overrated, no real skill to speak of. He then drew his own bow and said aloud: "Today I see that you, Danma of Ling, are nothing but a hollow name, a cowardly fox! This very day, your death has come!" Gula loosed his arrow. It struck Danma's Heavenly Roc White Helmet, knocking it from his head to land beside the left end of the bridge. The arrow passed clean through a birch trunk that nine grown men could not encircle with their arms, emerged trailing black smoke, and flew all the way to the rocky mountain on the far bank. There it shattered the stone into fragments, sending lime dust billowing into the sky and causing a rain of gravel to fall. The poison on the arrowhead overwhelmed Danma, he grew dizzy as if drunk and tumbled from his horse's back. From the eastern camp of the Ling stronghold, Bara charged forth at the head of the pursuit. From the northern camp came the Red Sinba and Adanam; from the southern camp, Yula Toju; from the central camp, Gade and other heroes, all surged out of their tents. Some gave chase to Gula, while Gade, Bara, and Yula quickly lifted Danma by the back and carried him back to the Ling camp. Gula, satisfied that sending Danma tumbling from his saddle would strike terror into hearts for miles around, chose not to press further and galloped swiftly back to the royal city. Only after the time it takes to drink a bowl of tea did Danma gradually regain consciousness. The King Rewards His Hero and Seeks the Master's Counsel On the Men side, King Xinchi could not stop singing Gula's praises: "Gula Tuojie! You are a true hero among heroes! With a single arrow, you laid low Danma of the Ling army! There is no braver man under heaven than you!" He then bestowed upon Gula ten fine horses, ten mules, embroidered boots, peacock feathers, rubies, ten golden vajras, ten silver vajras, and ten turquoise vajras, countless treasures awarded in recognition of his deeds. King Xinchi then gave the order to pursue the advantage: "At tomorrow's first light of dawn, I shall dispatch five great generals to the Ling camp. We will slaughter the Ling warriors and fill the entire plain with their corpses!" But the ministers felt this was unwise. As the debate raged without resolution, one minister spoke up: "Let us not argue amongst ourselves. Matters we cannot decide should be referred to the Master. Our One-Legged Demon Master is a sage of the highest order. When he is angered, enemies suffer calamity; when he is at peace, all three realms tremble in awe; when he moves, he soars upon the wind. He understands all things. He can extend the lifespan of those marked for death, can encompass the three thousand worlds, and can foresee the future. We have honored him and worshipped him daily, now, at this critical moment, let us seek his guidance." King Xinchi found this suggestion most agreeable. He commanded the prince-attendants Dawa Chacheng and Dongde Yuega: "Take precious jewels, fine silks of every color, meat, butter, cheese, and other offerings. Go at once to the mountain hermitage of the Red-Faced Rakshasa and present yourselves to our refuge-lord, the One-Legged Demon Master. Tell him how the Ling army has invaded our land, and beseech him to read the signs, cast the divination, and consult the oracle. Ask whether we should engage in bloody hand-to-hand combat with the mighty Ling forces, and what the outcome shall be." The two ministers obeyed the king's command without delay. They wrapped up all the offerings for the Master and set out upon their journey without hesitation. The Elders' Confession and the Master's Oracle While the rulers and ministers of the Men Kingdom waited in anxious patience for the One-Legged Demon Master's reply, the two elders seated in the chief positions of the middle row, Aqiong Guru and Muqiong Guru, rose from their seats. They placed two large chests and three small chests before the assembled lords and ministers, then each took out a white ceremonial scarf and laid it upon King Xinchi's golden table. Finally, they presented a six-folded cloud-brocade precious robe before the assembly, and to explain the root cause of the enmity between Men and Ling, they sang: "If you do not know who I am, I am the leader of the Men Kingdom's fifty thousand households. Aqiong Dangang is my name; Aqiong Guru is my true title. Born under an unlucky star, I was once a mere sentinel of Men, through youth, adulthood, and old age, I suffered every hardship until my hair turned white. To tell you the root of this matter: in times long past, merchants of the Men Kingdom traveled to Zhongdian and Chawarong to buy salt. At the Dawu White Salt Lake, they traded white rice and red rice for white salt and red salt. On their return journey to Men, they passed through the demon land of Lingga, where the villain Darong Chao Tong used his dark powers to slaughter many of our salt-buying ministers. I, Aqiong Dangang of the Men Kingdom, knew nothing of this. I too went to Lingga to sell rice, intending to purchase salt in the north. But there in that demon land of Lingga, the official Qula and Qupei cut off my path to the north. With no choice, I returned to Men. Then I selected sixty of our bravest warriors, raised an elite Blue Tassel force, and led an army of one hundred fifty thousand to destroy the tribes of Lingga. We two old men led the raids, killed their men and horses, plundered their treasures, seized ninety-nine geldings, and carried off the six-folded cloud-brocade robe. On the heights of Zhuzi and Qingzi Mountains, Daren Cuocha Angya and Meiqing Jiawa Laben intercepted our army on its return, killing many of our elite soldiers and horses. In the end, two great ministers of Ling fell beneath our blades. When we returned to our homeland of Men and were living in peace and prosperity, that Darong official Chao Tong led fifteen thousand men to the Southern River Bend, boasting threats as vast as mountains collapsing. We two old men spared him, let five thousand Ling soldiers live, allowed Chao Tong to return home unharmed. From then on, we each kept to our own borders. But the seed of grievance had already been sown. Now we two old men would do best to keep to our proper place. For when a shepherd's dog grows old and confused, it cannot chase down the great stag. When a steed reaches old age, it cannot gallop across the plain. Think well, lords and ministers, when a man is old and weak, how can he win glory in battle? When death approaches and illness wracks the body, how can he charge the enemy's ranks? This old man has no more strength to give. I beg you, grant us leave from the battlefield. Show mercy to us two old men, allow us to lay down our arms and return to our homeland." When Aqiong Guru finished his song, the lords, ministers, and soldiers of Men cried out as one: "These two old men have piled up a mountain of calamity and spun a river of grievance! Now that the great enemy stands at our Mens, they ask for leave! If the root of this conflict between Men and Ling truly lies with the six-folded cloud-brocade robe, why did they not speak a single word before the Ling army entered our lands?" Minister Gula Tuojie declared: "The root of this Men-Ling conflict lies with these two old men! Now that we face the enemy, there shall be no leave granted. I order these two elders to guard the western Macha Chizong Castle and hold back the enemy's fury!" The other generals joined in heaping rebuke upon them. At last, King Xinchi spoke: "When the sparrowhawk is at the door, what use is it for mother and child sparrows to fight among themselves? When the old wolf of the mountain is upon us, how shameful for sheep to squabble over their own fodder! Instead, let us examine this cloud-brocade robe and see what manner of thing it is." They passed the robe from hand to hand, each struggling to get a better look. It was a marvel: the six-folded cloud-brocade robe would not burn in fire, could not be cut by sword, and could not be split by axe. The lords and ministers marveled: "We have transported many goods from Jhana, but never have we seen such a treasure as this." King Xinchi placed the six-folded cloud-brocade robe back in its chest and entrusted it temporarily to the two elders for safekeeping, saying the matter would be settled later. He then dispatched the two old men to command the Purple Tassel Regiment and guard the great camp in accordance with the king's will. Meanwhile, the prince-attendants Dawa Chacheng and Dongde Yuega had arrived at the One-Legged Demon Master's hermitage. The Master already knew of their coming. He stepped out of the Senbo Dongma Cave and laughed heartily at the young messengers: "I knew you would come, so I came out to greet you. Now I will tell you only this: the great Men Kingdom will make its decision within seven days. Whatever the frontier troops may do, do not concern yourselves with them. Now come into the cave, I shall give you something you will sorely need." The young messenger Dongding Weiga received from the Master a black cord tied in nine knots. Then the Master closed his eyes and sat in meditation, casting the divination for the coming conflict. After a long while, the oracle-master spoke slowly: "This casting shows both good and ill, more ill than good. The Men Kingdom will suffer the calamity of war; men and beasts will face blood-disaster. The peaceful will be caught in misfortune; those who dash eggs against stones will bleed and be wounded. Facing this coming scourge, let not the lords and ministers forget: discipline your troops strictly, make ready your armor and helmets, add luster to your plumes, adjust the saddles and bridles of your steeds, coat your weapons with poison, and reinforce your quivers and scabbards. I shall perform protective rituals here for three months and see whether there is any means of averting this disaster. If I cannot turn it aside, then no other remedy remains." Having spoken, the two ministers mounted their horses and returned to the great castle of Dongri Langzong, where they reported the Master's words and the results of his divination, one by one, to the lords and ministers of the southern kingdom.

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