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The seven heroes continued their journey until they reached a fork in the Hor White Road, where the path split into an upper and lower route. Chaotong, burdened by his secret promise to the White Tent King, thought to himself: 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 38 Falling for a Treacherous Plot, Yuda Perishes on the Battlefield; Losing His Young Son, the Chief Steward Endures His Grief Chao Tong’s Betrayal and Yuda’s Decision The seven heroes continued their journey until they reached a fork in the Hor White Road, where the path split into an upper and lower route. Chao Tong, burdened by his secret promise to the White Tent King, thought to himself: "I persuaded Yuda to come here, but now all of Ling Gabu’s top warriors are with him. Who knows what kind of damage this could cause to Hor if things go wrong?" He turned to the group and said, “We shouldn’t act like hungry foxes running around aimlessly. We should be like well-fed tigers, eating before we fight. Let’s stop for a quick meal before heading into battle.” While the group stopped to eat, Chao Tong added, “I was never in favor of sending Yuda on this mission. Today’s date is unfavorable, and Dasa’s words earlier were full of bad omens. I think it would be better for one elder and one young person to return home. With the rest of you heroes here, I’m confident you can handle the Hor camp just fine.” Gyatsa, who had been considering ways to convince Yuda to return home, thought Chao Tong’s suggestion made sense and immediately agreed. He ordered Yuda to return home with Chao Tong. Though reluctant, Yuda couldn’t disobey Gyatsa’s command. He said his goodbyes to the group and started back with Chao Tong. After the five heroes were out of sight, Chao Tong changed his tone. “Yuda,” he mocked, “you’re turning back before even entering the battlefield. Isn’t this shameful? You’re young and full of energy, yet you’re already retreating. How about this: instead of going home, I’ll accompany you to scout the lower path of the White Road and observe Hor’s movements.” Yuda hesitated and replied, “It does feel shameful to retreat without fighting. But since Gyatsa has already given the order, I’ll follow it for now and find another chance later.” Chao Tong spat on the ground and sneered, “How strange! You were the one insisting on coming to fight, and no one could stop you. But now, it seems you were just boasting to show off!” Angered by the taunt, Yuda, eager to prove himself, rode down the lower path toward Hor’s camp, leaving Chao Tong behind. Pleased with his manipulation, Chao Tong secretly returned to Ling Gabu alone. Yuda's Heroic Stand The five heroes took the upper route of the White Road and reached its highest point near Laze. From there, they looked down and saw chaos in Hor’s camp. They couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Suddenly, from the Black Tent division of Hor, a warrior on a black horse emerged. His helmet plume swirled like dark clouds, a bow and sword hung at his waist, and he carried a black spear as he charged forward. The heroes, confused by the commotion, decided to hide near the mountain by the convergence of the upper and lower roads, waiting for the right moment to act. Meanwhile, Yuda, taking the lower route of the White Road, reached Hor’s camp before the five heroes. Though the path was longer, it avoided steep mountain climbs. Driven by his eagerness to win, Yuda moved quickly. Before the heroes arrived at Laze, Yuda had already caused havoc in the Hor camp—he drove off nine herds of horses and killed five or six of the White Tent King’s guards. Then, he began herding the stolen horses back toward Ling Gabu. In Hor’s camp, Sinba warrior Meruze silently observed the scene. Another warrior, Duoqin, exclaimed, “Forget Ling Gabu’s generals—now even their young boys dare to humiliate us. If we let this one get away, Hor will truly be no better than a pack of useless dogs!” The White Tent King, furious, ordered the mighty warrior Zanjia Kasho, who was as fierce as a bear, to chase Yuda. Yuda’s Triumph and the Heroes’ Reunion Yuda, driving the horses, continued toward Ling Gabu. Looking back, he noticed a shadowy figure darting through the mountain pass. Recognizing he was being followed, he stopped to assess the terrain and retreated slightly to a rocky nook where he could defend himself. When the pursuer came close enough, Yuda stepped into the open to confront him. The pursuer, Zanjia, shouted, “You Ling Gabu people have stolen from us repeatedly. This insult to Hor is intolerable! Let’s fight it out today. If I fail to retrieve these horses, I, Zanjia, am no longer a man!” He fired an arrow at Yuda, but Yuda dodged easily. His next two arrows also missed their mark. Just then, another Hor warrior, Tulai Nazuo, arrived to support Zanjia. Yuda drew his sword and charged directly at Zanjia. With a swift strike, he severed both of Zanjia’s arms, and the warrior fell from his horse. Tulai fired an arrow, hitting Yuda’s saddle, but Yuda grabbed Zanjia’s fallen spear and hurled it at Tulai, striking him in the chest. Seeing Yuda dispatch two of their strongest warriors, the remaining Hor soldiers were too scared to approach. Yuda calmly tied the severed heads of Zanjia and Tulai to his saddle and continued driving the horses toward Ling Gabu. The five heroes, waiting near the upper path, saw Yuda approaching with the horses and the heads of two Sinba warriors hanging from his saddle. Gyatsa, realizing what had happened, cursed Chao Tong a thousand times for his betrayal but couldn’t help feeling proud of his younger brother’s bravery. The other heroes were equally moved. They galloped forward to greet Yuda, but their joy was short-lived. Two more Sinba warriors had secretly followed Yuda. They fired two arrows, one of which struck Yuda in the gap between his armor plates, wounding his right arm. Though bleeding profusely, Yuda ignored his injuries and continued to fight. Yuda's Sacrifice and Ling Gabu’s Grief The brothers, catching up to Yuda, joined the fight against the remaining Sinba warriors. The battle was fierce but brief, and the heroes managed to eliminate their enemies in no time. However, Yuda, exhausted and gravely injured, collapsed and lost consciousness. Gyatsa and Danma discussed the situation and decided to send Dapan back to Ling Gabu to secretly bring doctors, diviners, and seers to treat Yuda. Dapan swiftly rode off and, within a short time, returned with those who could help. The group busied themselves, building fires, boiling water, and doing everything possible to save Yuda. Meanwhile, the Hor camp mourned the loss of four Sinba warriors. Worried about hidden enemies in the mountains, the White Tent King, restless and uneasy, sent two more generals, Aoe and Juben, to scout the area. Aoe, dressed in red with a red horse, looked as if he had emerged from a sea of blood. His plume seemed to be spitting fire. Juben, clad in white on a white horse, resembled an icy avalanche, his plume glowing like flames. They took different routes, unnoticed by the Ling Gabu heroes. Suddenly, Aoe fired six poisoned arrows at once from his bow. The arrows struck Yuda, Panda, the doctor, the diviner, and the seer, while another hit the tea kettle, overturning it. Gyatsa, enraged, leapt to his feet, unsheathing his sword, and rode off with Danma to chase the attackers. Meanwhile, Senda and Dapan tended to the wounded. The two Sinba generals fled sideways off the main road. Gyatsa and Danma gave chase. Danma shot an arrow that struck Aoe’s horse, causing him to fall. Gyatsa stood over Aoe, who pleaded for his life. “My brother is dying! How can I spare a villain who fired six poisoned arrows?” Gyatsaroared. With one swift motion, he severed Aoe’s head. Meanwhile, Danma caught up to Juben. Just as he was about to strike, Juben leapt off his horse and escaped into the dense forest. Gyatsa returned to the camp with Aoe’s head, but it was too late. Panda and the others had succumbed to their injuries, leaving only Yuda barely clinging to life. Gyatsa placed Aoe’s severed head beside Yuda. “Yuda, look up. Do you recognize your brother?” he asked. “I know my brother well,” Yuda said weakly. “I know you’ve taken the heads and plumes of our enemies. But until I see the head of my foe with my own eyes, I cannot die like a cowardly fox. That’s why I’m still here.” Tears welled up in Gyatsa’s eyes, but he couldn’t speak. Danma added, “Yuda, you truly are a worthy descendant of the Bumba royal family. We are in awe of your courage. The man who shot you was the six-fingered Aoe. Not only did we take his head, but we would have torn out his heart if we could. But if you don’t survive, how can we answer to the Chief Steward or King Gesar?” Tears streamed down Danma’s face as he spoke. Yuda smiled faintly and said, “Brave Gyatsa and Danma, don’t disgrace yourselves as men. There’s an old Tibetan saying: ‘No matter how much it hurts, a man does not cry—that is his nature.’ Comfort my father, the Chief Steward, and don’t worry about King Gesar. I’m dying ahead of my brothers, that’s all. If you stand united to defend Ling Gabu, I’ll have no regrets…” Before he could finish his sentence, Yuda passed away. Overwhelmed with grief, Gyatsa broke down in tears like a child. The others, though equally heartbroken, tried to console him. Dapan said, “Brother, no matter how much you grieve, the dead cannot return. We must move on. Let’s take the horses, the enemy heads, and Yuda’s body back to Ling Gabu. If we delay, more trouble may arise.” Gyatsa replied, “Yuda is gone. Even if we bring back a thousand enemy heads, it won’t ease my pain. I regret not fighting alongside him. Though Hor didn’t harm many of us, this loss is the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever experienced.” With heavy hearts, the group loaded Yuda’s body onto a horse and began their sorrowful journey back to Ling Gabu. By dusk, they arrived. Gyatsa and three ministers reported the battle’s results to the Chief Steward. Preparations for War and the Mourning of Yuda Dasa, gifted with foresight, had already foreseen Yuda’s death. She prepared butter lamps and arranged the necessary rituals according to tradition in advance. The Chief Steward, though overwhelmed with grief, suppressed his emotions and spoke calmly: “I, the Chief Steward, am heartbroken over the loss of my son, but I still have Gyatsa, Dapan, and the rest of our younger generation. Most importantly, we still have the mighty Lion King, Gesar. As an old man, I must continue to fight alongside the young to defend Ling Gabu. Now, let’s focus on the pressing matter—what did your scouts find? Is it certain that Yellow Hor intends to invade us?” Danma replied solemnly, “Yellow Hor will definitely attack us.” Hearing this, the Chief Steward immediately issued orders for Ling Gabu to prepare for war against the Hor forces. The next day, Yuda’s body was cremated, and a grand ceremony was held to honor his sacrifice. The entire nation mourned the brave warrior, but they steeled themselves for the battle that lay ahead.

In order to deceive the Chawarong king, Nangla, and weaken his power, the divine son Jue Ru (King Gesar) transformed into a beautiful young woman with long black hair, a slender figure, and an alluring charm. She arrived at the Dongga Jinzhong castle, where Nangla, the King of Chawarong, resided. 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 11 Joru Transforms into a Beautiful Woman In order to deceive the Chawarong king, Nangwa, and weaken his power, the divine son Joru transformed into a beautiful young woman with long black hair, a slender figure, and an alluring charm. She arrived at the Dongga Jinzhong castle, where Nangwa, the King of Chawarong, resided. The king, seated majestically on his golden throne called “Renqin Wangjie,” was struck by the sudden appearance of this mysterious and beautiful woman after a shower of flower petals fell. The sight of her instantly stirred his lustful desires like a wind shaking the branches of a tree. Overcome with greed, he sang: “Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re, If you do not know this place, It is the Dongga Jinzhong castle. If you do not know who I am, I am Nangwa, the king of men. Beautiful girl, listen to me: First, tell me where you are from. Next, tell me where you are going. Your body is as delicate as white vines, Your words flow like the melody of a ‘Zhisa’ pipa. Who is your father, and which noble family does he come from? Who is your mother, and which aristocratic house does she belong to? Where are your parents’ homes? Do you already have someone in your heart? Do not hide anything—speak clearly. In this Dongga Jinzhong castle, It would be best for you to stay as my companion. Teach me wisdom and combat skills, And stay with me for at least three years. You and I, the king and the maiden, Will make the perfect couple in this world. Even the gods would clap their hands in celebration. If you are willing, please remember this in your heart. If you are not, I still have more songs to sing.” The woman smiled seductively, swayed her body gracefully, and moved one step closer to the king. She bowed deeply, and in doing so, diminished one-third of the king’s virtue. Then, in a sweet and flattering voice, she sang: “Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re, If you do not know this place, It is the Dongga Jinzhong castle, The royal chamber of King Nangwa. If you do not know who I am, I am Zedan, the princess of the Dragon King, From the crystal palace of the lower world. My father is a great noble from the Longmen lineage, And my mother, too, is from a renowned family. I am an intelligent and clever girl. And you, the savior of mankind, King Nangwa, Are like Mount Meru in your majesty. Your voice thunders like a mighty storm, Your wisdom is as deep as the ocean. Surely, you must be a transformation of the Dragon King himself. You and I together, King, Would be the perfect couple in the human world, Even the gods would clap their hands in celebration. Only a princess of the Dragon King Is worthy to be your queen. But let me tell you something important: The iron sickles from outside Will cut down the main beams of this house. On the land of Chawarong, For eight generations, kings have failed to prosper. The magnetic iron fortress outside, With its ill-fated flags flying, Will bring harm to Chawarong And misfortune to King Nangwa. It must be dismantled immediately. Also, Lusabenma, your brother, Is destined to face great calamity this year. He must sit quietly for a month to avoid harm. Until the signs from heaven change, He must not go to battle. Meditation will ensure his safety, And all your wishes will be fulfilled. If you understand, please remember my words. If not, I have more songs to sing.” After finishing her song, the king thought to himself, “This girl shares my thoughts exactly. Judging by her insights into karma and her predictions, she must have been sent by the Dragon King to help me. With her help, my kingdom will flourish, and my fame will spread across nations.” Satisfied with this thought, he smiled. That night, the woman stayed in Dongga Jinzhong castle. She shared an intimate night with the king, who became so infatuated with her that he felt as though his vital energy was completely drained. The King's Overconfidence and Ling's First Attack The next morning, as dawn broke, the ministers and generals of Chawarong gathered in the great hall to discuss matters. Meanwhile, Queen Yang Mintso was overcome with jealousy. She swayed her braid, shook her head in anger, her eyes flashed like lightning, and her nose flared with rage. She was so furious that she couldn’t even speak. The king and the woman felt a bit embarrassed. The woman said, “Your Majesty, please do not forget what I told you yesterday. The sooner you act, the greater your accomplishments will be. I don’t have time to accompany you today, but I will return soon to see you again.” With that, she disappeared without a trace. The ministers and generals of Chawarong didn’t believe that an enemy army would attack them, so they were completely unprepared. After some idle chatter, they all dispersed. Meanwhile, in Ling’s camp, the leaders were discussing who should lead the first attack and how to proceed. Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen said, “Today’s first battle will not be like the others. The enemy’s strength and skill are far greater. Therefore, it is best for Seba Niben Daya to go first.” Everyone nodded in agreement. The next morning, Seba Niben Daya mounted his pale yellow warhorse and led fifty heavily armored cavalry soldiers. Fully armed, with flags flying, their imposing presence was like a tiger descending a mountain. Those in the Ling camp praised the sight of such a mighty force. Seba Niben Daya's First Victory A few days later, the Ling army arrived at the Four Great Plains, from where they could see the Dongga Jinzhong castle of Chawarong in the distance. Inside the castle, the Chawarong king, Nangwa, stood on the balcony and spotted the Ling forces approaching. He turned to his ministers and said, “Across the river, the yellow horsemen are galloping with dust billowing behind them. Their teeth grind like thunder, their banners and weapons rise like a storm. Brave warriors lead the charge. Yesterday, that woman said that the iron sickles from outside would destroy the beams of this house. Could she have meant these men? Are they friends or foes? Send someone to investigate immediately.” The brave and intelligent minister, Senge Kangtsun, volunteered for the task. Leading 100 iron-armored cavalrymen, he charged toward Seba Niben Daya like rolling logs and falling boulders. When the two sides were a bowshot apart, Senge Kangtsun pulled his reins and shouted: “Om Mani Padme Hum! Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. If you do not know this place, It is the slaughterhouse of the King of Hell. If you do not know who I am, I am the King of Hell himself. Let the heavenly god Dorje Drakpa And the Twelve Protector Deities stand behind me. Nangla’s status is like that of the heavens. This land of Chawarong, Ruled by the Nangwa King, Is not a place for idle wanderers. Surrender, yellow horsemen! Tell me, where are you from? Where are you going? Who is your master? Speak clearly and truthfully. If you lie, I will show you no mercy!” Seba Niben Daya calmly drew a golden arrow, placed it on his bow, and responded: “Om Mani Padme Hum! Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. If you do not know this place, It is the territory of Chawarong. If you do not know who I am, I am Seba Niben Daya from the holy land of Ling. Known as the Iron Hammer of Ling, I strike down my enemies with righteous fury. Chawarong and Ling Have no reason to fight without cause. But long ago, Nima Leqintha of the Dong tribe Came to Chawarong to retrieve arrows. Eighteen mule-loads of feathered arrows Were stolen by your people. Today, I have come to settle this debt. Lost cattle and sheep will be recovered. Justice must be served. Ling’s rules are clear: One warrior versus one warrior. Let’s settle this like men. If you retreat even a step, You are no hero—only a cowardly woman. If I retreat even half a step, I am nothing but a mangy dog. There is no time for idle chatter!” As soon as Seba Niben Daya finished speaking, he fired his golden arrow, but it missed. Senge Kangtsun retaliated with his own arrow, which also missed. The two warriors then drew their swords and engaged in a fierce duel. They fought for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, but neither could gain the upper hand. Seba Niben Daya, determined to win, thought to himself, “If I don’t kill this demon today and secure the first victory, it will be disastrous for the entire battle.” With this in mind, he leaned to the right from his horse, picked up a stone the size of a sheep’s stomach, and hurled it at Senge Kangtsun’s chest. The stone shattered Senge’s protective mirror armor, striking his vital spot. Senge Kangtsun fell from his horse, and Sebani quickly claimed his head. The Ling soldiers seized the opportunity to charge forward, slaughtering the enemy like hail pounding grass. The Chawarong troops were utterly defeated and scattered in all directions. Chawarong's Defeat and Ling's Celebration Inside the Dongga Jinzhong castle, the Chawarong king, Nangwa, watched his soldiers retreat in defeat. He was furious. His anger boiled over—his hair seemed to emit blood-red steam, and sparks erupted from his face. From the top of the castle, he hurled a large stone, as big as a wild ox’s stomach, at Seba Niben Daya. The stone struck Niben Daya, knocking him off his horse and leaving him momentarily unconscious. The Ling soldiers rushed to rescue him. They gave Seba Niben Daya a life-saving pill, and after a short while, he regained consciousness. Mounting his horse once again, Seba Niben Daya’s fury drove him to slay over fifty enemy soldiers. On the battlefield, corpses littered the ground. However, Ling also suffered losses, with over twenty of their own soldiers killed. After this intense battle, Seba Niben Daya led the Ling troops back to camp, carrying with them the severed heads and arms of their fallen enemies. The Ling soldiers were overjoyed at their victory. They placed the heads and arms in front of the camp gate, celebrated with dancing and offerings to the gods, and honored Seba Niben Daya for his bravery in battle. He was awarded for his heroic achievements in defeating the enemy. Chawarong Prepares for Revenge Meanwhile, in Dongga Jinzhong castle, the Chawarong king, Nangwa, was still furious over the loss. He lounged angrily on his golden throne, “Renqin Wangjie,” and sang: “Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re, If you do not know this place, It is Dongga Jinzhong castle. In this bright and sunny hall, If you do not know who I am, I am the radiant King Nangwa. I pray to the boundless blue sky, To the Nine-Eyed Protector God, To Chawarong’s White Mule God, And to the Twelve Dragon Daughters, Come and aid me, King Nangwa. This year, Ling has sent its army to Chawarong. Across the river at Xintangjiamu Plains, Their four divisions have set up camp. They chop down our young trees for firewood, Steal our water to brew their tea, Feed their horses with our green grass. Ling’s arrogance cannot go unpunished! Not just this—they have done much worse. In the past, Chawarong merchants Traveled to Gana to trade. A caravan of eight men with one hundred mules Was robbed by Ling’s young men. They slaughtered the innocent, staining their clothes with blood. And now, today, these yellow horsemen Have come to provoke us again. A small detachment of them, Led by someone called Seba Niben Daya, Dared to invade this land. They killed our general, Senge Kangtsun, And fifty of our finest soldiers— Like a dream, they all vanished. How can my ministers tolerate this? We cannot let this go! I command all three divisions of Chawarong To prepare for war. Send messengers to rally every soldier. Against these Ling invaders, We must strike back with blood for blood. Tomorrow at dawn, Lusabenma, my brother, And General Dorje Mima Will lead 300 elite cavalry soldiers To the Ling camp at Xintangjiamu Plains. Blood must repay blood; Property must be reclaimed. If blood is not avenged, We are no better than cowards. If stolen goods are not recovered, It is like a maiden losing her spindle.” The Chawarong king ordered his ministers and soldiers to prepare for battle. From now on, the entire kingdom was mobilized to defend their homeland. Lusabenma's Fury and Joru's Warning As soon as King Nangwa gave his order, Lusabenma and General Dorje Mima grew restless with anger. They couldn’t wait to storm out of their tent and head into battle. The next morning, just before dawn, Joru appeared near the Ling camp and shouted three times, “Sipan! Sipan! ... The enemy is at the gates, and yet the Ling soldiers are all snoring and fast asleep. How can I, Joru, tolerate such carelessness?” Some soldiers were startled awake by the shouting. When they opened their eyes, they saw Joru standing naked in a corner of the tent. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared. The commander, Chao Tong, thought to himself, “Joru, this troublemaker in human form, doesn’t sleep at night, doesn’t let others sleep either, and keeps showing off with nonsense. This war has nothing to do with him, yet he rushed here uninvited. What a strange and irritating being.” However, most of the Ling soldiers, except for Chao Tong, agreed with Joru’s warning. They quickly got up, armed themselves, and prepared their horses, ready for any emergency. At dawn, Lusabenma appeared at the camp gate, moving mountains with his supernatural strength. He shifted a mountain from the left to the right, then moved one from the right to the left, standing like a terrifying pillar of strength. His imposing figure scared the cowardly Chao Tong and a few others into fleeing the camp. Without saying a word, Lusabenma bent his bow and fired an arrow into the Ling camp. The arrow flew like lightning and roared like thunder when it hit the ground. Over 100 Ling soldiers in iron armor fell dead instantly. Lusabenma’s arrows were poisonous, and the thick smoke they emitted was so terrifying that even the Ling gods dared not look directly at him. The Battle Begins Seba Niben Daya, Wenbu Alubasen, and Commander Sipan quickly launched an attack to block Lusabenma’s path. They swung their swords and fired arrows, but it was as ineffective as peas hitting a drum—Lusabenma was completely unharmed. The five Ling heroes charged at him again, trying to hold him down. They grabbed him tightly and dragged him backward with all their might, but it was like children trying to pull a wild ox—they couldn’t move him an inch. Lusabenma strode into the Ling camp’s middle section, while the five heroes followed closely behind. They attacked him again, slashing and stabbing, but they only managed to cut off three pieces of his armor. It was useless. At this moment, Tarchu Tola Tsampo rode forward, holding his reins in his left hand and a sword in his right. He struck Lusabenma several times, knocking off a few more pieces of armor and almost injuring him. Lusabenma thought, “This person, though young, is quite strong and skilled in combat. Judging by his appearance, he must be from a noble lineage.” He then drew his treasured sword, “Hala Dongjiao,” and swung it in the air before slashing downward. Tarchu Tola Tsampo was split in two and died on the spot. Seba Niben Daya, seeing his comrade killed, could no longer contain his rage. He chased after Lusabenma, attacking him relentlessly with arrows and blades, but it had no effect. At that moment, two Ling generals, Bumba Gyatsa Xiega and General Danma, charged forward to block Lusabenma’s path. They fought fiercely, exchanging blows, but neither side could gain the upper hand. Eventually, both sides retreated to their respective camps. Dorje Mima's Death and Lusabenma's Retreat Shortly after Lusabenma retreated to his camp, Dorje Mima, one of Chawarong’s top generals, launched a surprise attack on the Ling camp from the left flank. He charged forward with great ferocity, killing Ling soldiers as he went. However, he was soon met by the powerful Ling general, Dapan, who confronted him head-on. Dapan thrust his long spear toward Dorje Mima’s chest, sending sparks flying. Then, with a sweeping motion, he swung his sword down, aiming directly at Dorje Mima’s head. Although the blow didn’t kill him, it managed to knock off eight pieces of his armor. Dorje Mima staggered backward, praying desperately to the heavens, earth, and dragon gods to protect him in this critical moment. After his prayers, he regained his composure and thrust his spear again with all his might, this time piercing Dapan’s chest straight through to his back. Dapan fell from his horse, mortally wounded. Dorje Mima approached him and took his head as a trophy. The Ling soldiers, enraged by the fall of their general, charged at Dorje Mima like wolves attacking sheep. The battlefield was soon covered in blood, and many of Chawarong’s soldiers were killed. Realizing the battle was turning against him, Lusabenma quickly regrouped the remaining Chawarong forces. He led the retreat and guarded the rear, ensuring the survival of his remaining soldiers. On the way back, he encountered five Ling commanders, led by Nima Lunzhu. In a fierce clash, Lusabenma killed all five of them, cutting his way through the Ling forces to escape. Before leaving the battlefield, Lusabenma stood atop his horse, placing his sword on his thumb as he sang: “Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. If you do not know this path, It leads directly to Chawarong. If you do not know who I am, I am Lusabenma, Younger brother of King Nangwa. I am the son of the Dragon King, A force of nature no one can stop. From the boundless clouds in the sky, I call upon the Nine-Eyed God. Riding a tiger as my steed, Guarded by ten thousand deities, Today I’ve claimed my first victory. I trampled Ling soldiers like grass, Turning the battlefield into a river of blood. Are you satisfied, Ling warriors? You Ling soldiers, who dared to invade, Without reason or cause, Why do you bring hatred to our land? Do you think your feeble strength Can match the wild power of the plains? If you wish to challenge me, Ready your best warriors. Let us fight one-on-one, And see who is truly a hero!” Lusabenma's Intimidation at Ling's Camp After finishing his song, Lusabenma thought to himself, “Let’s see who dares to challenge my treasured sword. I will end their life!” At that moment, Bumba Gyatsa Xiega, overwhelmed with grief over the death of Tarchu Tola Tsampo, burned with rage upon hearing Lusabenma’s arrogant words. His muscles twitched, his fingers itched to act, his jaw clenched, and his head felt like it was about to explode. “That demon Lusabenma has killed so many of our Ling comrades, and now he’s standing at our camp gate spewing insults. This is unbearable!” he yelled as he prepared to charge out. Several leaders tried to stop him, but he was too furious to listen. Then, the elder chief, Chao Tong, earnestly advised him, “Nephew, hold on! Let your uncle give you a word of advice. As the saying goes, envy what others have, but be content with what you possess. There’s no need to fight today. There will be no more glory to gain. Listen to me—don’t go.” Reluctantly, Bumba Gyatsa Xiega calmed down and stayed in the camp. Lusabenma also thought there would be no more fighting that day. He turned his horse around and led his remaining forces back to Dongga Jinzhong Castle. There, he displayed the severed head and helmet flags of Tarchu Tola Tsampo as trophies. The gathered citizens remarked, “Judging by his appearance and attire, this man must have come from a noble and prestigious family.” Reinforcements Arrive in Chawarong Three days later, reinforcements arrived in Dongga Jinzhong Castle. Over 3,000 elite soldiers from the six southern valley tribes marched into the castle under the leadership of military strategist Xujie Tsampo, General Nangja Lunzhu, young commander Dama Dongdan, and the invincible warrior Senqiong Lagui. After settling into the castle, the military leaders gathered in the middle tower of the palace to discuss strategies for avenging the deaths of their two generals. Ling's Despair and Seba Niben Daya's Determination Meanwhile, in the Ling camp, the loss of Tarchu Tola Tsampo and four other commanders, along with many soldiers, left everyone in despair. The soldiers murmured among themselves, “We’ve never seen anything like that demon Lusabenma before. Neither arrows nor weapons have any effect on him.” Seba Niben Daya, filled with grief and anger, declared, “How can I sit idle while my comrades lie dead? If I cannot avenge them, I will never forgive myself!” He prepared to charge out of the camp when General Danma stopped him. Danma said, “If every commander personally avenges their own losses, what will happen to the chain of command? This war is only beginning, and there will be plenty of opportunities for revenge. Stay calm and hold your position. Trust me—I will make sure that demon Lusabenma spills his blood on the battlefield.” The soldiers nodded in agreement. Seba Niben Daya, though unwilling, stayed in the camp, secretly vowing, “If I don’t teach Lusabenma a lesson tomorrow, I might as well be dead!” Joru's Return to Chawarong At this moment, Joru, calculating that the time to subdue Lusabenma had not yet arrived, decided to act. He knew that if Bumba Gyatsa Xiega were to fight now, it would not only fail but also harm Gyatsa. The only solution was to influence the decisions of King Nangwa and his ministers in Chawarong. Joru appeared again near Dongga Jinzhong Castle, transforming into the same beautiful woman as before. She hovered low in the sky just outside the castle. When King Nangwa saw her, he exclaimed, “Oh, the enchanting Dragon Princess! Last time, you vanished like a rainbow. Seeing you again today brings me great joy! Please, come and speak with me to ease my troubled heart!” The woman, in her soft and alluring voice, replied, “Oh, great savior of the people! Last time, I shared my heartfelt advice with you, but you did not act upon it. If this continues, the brutal Ling demons will harm your brother Lusabenma, and your soldiers cannot hold out for more than seven days. Please, act quickly on my words and do not delay. I cannot stay long—I must return to the Dragon Palace to tend to the flowers. If you are sincere, I will return again to meet you.” With that, she disappeared. King Nangwa, deeply moved, immediately ordered Lusabenma to retreat to the “Dawa Yichi” meditation chamber and observe strict meditation rules. He also commanded the complete dismantling of the castle walls. Bumba Gyatsa Xiega's Revenge Four days later, just before dawn, Bumba Gyatsa Xiega prepared for battle. He saddled his white phoenix warhorse, secured his weapons—a sword, arrows, and a spear—and donned his shining white armor. With his twenty loyal soldiers, he rode out in an unstoppable march toward Dongga Jinzhong Castle. The Chawarong leaders noticed his approach and immediately sent two of their most ferocious generals, Xujie Guobo and Mina Daoqin, along with fifty soldiers, to intercept him. Xujie Guobo charged ahead, leading the way. In his right hand, he hurled what seemed like a thunderbolt of hailstones, while in his left, he raised a massive mountain on the tip of his finger. His hair stood straight up, shining red like flames, and his black and blue face exuded murderous intent. He looked nothing like an ordinary human. Bumba Gyatsa Xiega thought to himself, “Is this a man, or is it some kind of demon? I’ll sing a song to test him first.” He drew his sharp sword, “Yasi Gachen” from its sheath and began to sing: “Om Mani Padme Hum, Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. If you do not know this place, This is the land of Chawarong. If you do not know who I am, I am Bumba Gyatsa Xiega, A descendant of the gods above. Before I was born into this world, Among thirty heavenly sons, I was their leader. When I descended to Ling, I became Bumba Gyatsa Xiega, Nephew of the King of Jhana. You wicked demon, Let me tell you this: The thirty-three heavens follow the law of righteousness, And evil magic will always fail. Good and evil always have their rewards, And today, justice will prevail. This sword in my hand, Was gifted by the King of Jiana. Forged from the iron of the White Brahma King’s soul, Tempered in the blood of Rakshasas, Sharpened with the venom of serpents, And polished with the tusks of the great Garuda bird. Its blade cuts through the densest clouds, Its handle shines like a lotus crown, Its guard reflects rainbows in the sky, And its edge gleams like winter frost. When I wield this sword, It can fell mountains with a single slash. Today, I will strike you down, And there’s no time for idle chatter. Remember these words, for they will be your last!” After the song, Bumba Gyatsa Xiega waited for Xujie Guobo’s reply, ready to gauge his strength before attacking. Xujie Guobo's Reply and the Clash Xujie Guobo, unfazed by the song, placed his sword ring on his thumb and sang in return: “Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. Outside the gates of Dongga Jinzhong Castle, If you do not know who I am, I am Xujie Guobo, A great hero of Chawarong. My courage is like a tiger’s, My strength surpasses the speed of lightning. When I stand still, I am as gentle as silk, But when I charge at my enemies, I am as fierce as spiked iron. Who dares challenge me? They won’t survive three steps! Today, I greet you, noble Bumba Gyatsa Xiega. I have long heard of your name, And now, it is my honor to meet you. Let my sword be the gift of my respect to you, And let us settle this matter here and now. Do not think your blade can match mine! My sword can cleave mountains, Pierce the heavens, And dry the seas within nine days. Today, it will take your head as my trophy!” After finishing his song, Xujie Guobo charged at Bumba Gyatsa Xiega with his sword raised. Sparks flew as their blades clashed, but Xujie’s attack had no effect on Bumba Gyatsa Xiega. Bumba Gyatsa Xiega’s anger flared. “You insolent demon! You will regret crossing me!” The two warriors engaged in a fierce battle, their strikes echoing like thunder across the battlefield. The Death of Xujie Guobo and Mina Daoqin The fierce battle between Bumba Gyatsa Xiega and Xujie Guobo lasted for a long time. Though Xujie Guobo fought with all his might, none of his strikes could harm Bumba. Bumba Gyatsa Xiega, realizing Xujie’s strength, decided it was time to end the fight. He put away his sword and leapt forward, grabbing Xujie by the head with one hand and his throat with the other. With a mighty pull, he dragged Xujie off his horse. Xujie tried to resist by grabbing onto Bumba’s arms, but Bumba Gyatsa Xiega tightened his grip, choking him harder and harder. Xujie’s eyes bulged, and with a final gasp, he fell lifeless to the ground. Seeing his comrade killed, Mina Daoqin charged at Bumba Gyatsa Xiega with a roar, swinging his sword furiously. He struck Bemba three times, but the blows were ineffective. Bumba, enraged, countered with one slash of his sword, slicing Mina in half. With both generals dead, Bumba Gyatsa Xiega severed their heads and hands as trophies. He then charged into the remaining Chawarong soldiers, scattering and killing many of them before returning to the Ling camp victorious. The Pursuit of Bumba Gyatsa Xiega After seeing the defeat of their two powerful generals, Xujie Guobo and Mina Daoqin, the Chawarong leaders sent Chuimi Nangjia Guobo to pursue Bumba Gyatsa Xiega. He charged forward like a flash of lightning. Bumba, observing the immense strength of this new challenger, thought to himself, “This man seems incredibly powerful. I should test him first.” He turned his horse around, tightened the reins with his left hand, and gripped his sword, “Yasi Gachen” with his right. Then he said, “You fool, you’re just a little extra fat on a big piece of meat! What kind of officer are you? Listen to me sing a song first!” Bumba Gyatsa Xiega began singing: “Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. I pray to the heavens above, To the middle realm’s guardians, And to the Dragon King below. Protectors of Ling, hear my call, Help me, Bumba, achieve success! If you don’t know where this is, This is the land of Chawarong. If you don’t know who I am, I am Bumba Gyatsa Xiega, Nephew of the King of Jhana. Mighty heroes gather here, But none can rival me. My sword, ‘Yasi Gachen,’ Is the sharpest of all blades. You, red-faced demon, Have come to meet your doom. Tell me your name, your rank, And what skills you think you have! I’ve already slain Xujie Guobo, And split Mina Daoqin in two. Now, you’re here to add to my victories. Prepare to lose your head!” After finishing his song, Bemba waited to see how Chuimi Nangjia Guobo would respond. Chuimi Nangjia Guobo's Response Chuimi Nangjia Guobo, unshaken, drew his sword and replied: “Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. If you don’t know where this is, This is the highway of Chawarong. If you don’t know who I am, I am Chuimi Nangjia Guobo. The king’s military strategists wield illusions, They drink the heart’s blood of their enemies. Who could be more ruthless than me? My father is of the red mountain god’s lineage, My mother is of the cruel dragon clan. I’ve mastered the skill of riding dragons, My speed is as swift as lightning. When fighting face-to-face, I strike like thunder crashing against stone. But I have never harmed anyone without cause. On this Chawarong highway, From the Buddhist laws of Jiana above, To the justice of Jhana below, Be they bandits, merchants, or travelers, All can only bow and present offerings To our King of Chawarong, Nangwa. Who dares to shout recklessly here? You lawless people of Ling, You brought your armies to Chawarong without cause, You slaughtered the innocent and spilled their blood. To not avenge this would be unworthy of a hero! Can a flower fox disturb a sleeping tiger’s den? Surely, it will meet a bad end. Can a mountain goat leap about a hungry wolf’s den? Surely, its blood will stain the ravine. Can a lark play tricks near an eagle’s nest? Surely, its feathers will scatter in the wind. Chawarong guards its own borders. How can we allow Ling to invade? Today, I will ensure that you, Bumba Gyatsa, Meet your death here! Among the ranks of Chawarong generals, There are some with short lives, But defeating them is no great feat. Now, as for our King Nangwa, His power rivals the heavens. His brother, Lusabenma, Is as powerful as a thunderstorm. With loyal ministers and soldiers at his side, His strength is as solid as diamond. Chawarong’s twelve clans Are as disciplined and fierce as a hailstorm. Your attempts to win are futile. Bumba Gyatsa, you pitiful fool, You are ignorant and arrogant. And yet, you dare to ask That I, Chuimi Nangjia Guobo, Surrender to you? How ridiculous is your idea! Can a snow lion bow its head under a mangy dog? Can the mighty Garuda perch under the wings of an owl? Under the iron hooves of Ling’s demons, How could a true hero ever submit? If you release your horse, I will release mine. My horse also has four hooves. If you draw your blade, I will draw mine. My armor is no different from yours. If you wish to claim you’re a hero, Then prove it with actions instead of boasting. Let us compete and see who is stronger. Your empty words mean nothing. If you understand my song, Then take these words to heart. If not, I won’t bother explaining further. Remember these words well!” With that, Chuimi charged at Bumba Gyatsa Xiega. The two warriors clashed with tremendous force, their blades sparking as they struck. Bumba Gyatsa Xiega Kills Chuimi Nangjia Guobo Bumba Gyatsa Xiega, enraged, raised his sharp sword, “Yasi Gachen,” and spun it above his head. He shouted, “You ambitious fool who calls yourself Chuimi Nangjia Guobo! Perfect! You’re exactly who I wanted to kill. Today, I’ll start by spilling Chuimi’s blood and then take King Nangwa’s head. If I fail, I’ll have no face to live in this world!” Bumba swung his sword at Chuimi, but due to the secret protection of Chuimi’s guardian deities, Zatsen and Dorje Zega, the blow did not harm him at all. Chuimi countered with a strike of his own, slicing off three pieces of Bumba Gyatsa Xiega's armor. Bumba thought to himself, “In all my battles against countless heroes, no one has ever left so much as a scratch on me. This man has cut off three pieces of my armor—what a great insult!” Furious and unable to tolerate such humiliation, he silently prayed to the heavens, the earth, and the dragon gods for their blessing. Summoning all his strength, he swung his sword once more. Chuimi, his sins reaching their peak, was struck down with a single blow. With a loud “slash,” Bemba sliced him in half. He severed Chuimi’s head and arms as trophies and triumphantly returned to the Ling camp. Celebration in the Ling Camp When Bumba Gyatsa Xiega returned to the Ling camp with his soldiers, they gathered around him, cheering loudly. The shouts and whistles echoed like thunder, shaking the entire valley. Bemba placed Chuimi’s severed head and arms in the center of the camp for everyone to see. The camp’s elder, “Uncle Wang,” along with the chiefs and soldiers, praised him, saying, “Bumba Gyatsa Xiega has proven himself to have unmatched courage and skill. He is truly invincible!” Meanwhile, in Chawarong, their leaders were deeply unsettled by losing so many skilled generals at the hands of one man. They murmured among themselves, “If we don’t avenge this, we cannot call ourselves men.” Chuimi Nangjia Lunzhu's Vow for Revenge Among the Chawarong generals, Chuimi Nangjia Lunzhu stood up and declared, “Fellow ministers and generals, these wretched Ling people have sent their army like a flood, slaughtering many of our soldiers and generals. We haven’t provoked them, and yet they’ve brought disaster to us. How can we sit back and endure this? That wretched Bumba Gyatsa has killed Xujie Guobo and left our camp in ruins, with blood flowing like rivers. Our most talented commanders have fallen to him, and if I don’t avenge this, how can I call myself wise?” Tears filled his eyes as he spoke. He prepared to charge out for battle but was stopped by his younger brother, Yuqiong Guobo. “Brother, I beg you not to go today,” Yuqiong pleaded. “We can take our revenge later. If you must go, then take me with you. If something happens to you, how can I continue living in this world?” He clung to his brother, sobbing. Moved by his brother’s words, Chuimi Lunzhu chose not to fight that day. The Next Day's Battle At dawn the next day, Chuimi Nangjia Lunzhu and his brother Yuqiong Guobo each led a force of 100 cavalry and set out for battle. In the Ling camp, the warrior Bara Senda Adong donned his armor and mounted his powerful steed, “Dongri Daga.” Like a streak of white light, he charged out of the camp to intercept Chuimi Nangjia Lunzhu. Chuimi drew his sword and began to sing: “Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. If you don’t know where this is, It is at the foot of Chare Mountain in Lower Chawarong, Along the highway to Chawarong. If you don’t know who I am, I am the younger brother of the slain. My name is Chuimi Nangjia Lunzhu. This year, on this day, The actions of the Ling forces— How could I fully describe them? We never provoked them, Yet they invaded us with loud cries. Their sinful armies fell like hailstones, Slaughtering countless brave men, Trampling the innocent and spreading disaster. This land of Chawarong, A treasure trove of fortune and prosperity. Its high mountains are rich with fruit trees, And flocks of sheep roam in herds. The mountain slopes are covered in vines and bamboo, The birthplace of fine arrows. The lowlands are filled with flowering trees, And the fields yield abundant grain. A peaceful and prosperous, happy land, Now unjustly plagued by demonic invaders. If I cannot repay evil with vengeance, Then I, Chuimi, am no better than a corpse. Today, I face this white-armored knight, He seems to be Bara Senda. Chuimi’s wish will soon be fulfilled! I pray to the heavens and celestial realms, To the deity Garlawangmu. May songs of joy and laughter ring out, And may millions of gods protect me. Today, help Chuimi achieve glory in battle, To avenge my brother’s death and sorrow. Bless me so that my wish may come true!” Bara Senda Adong's Response and Attack After listening to Chuimi Nangjia Lunzhu’s song, Bara Senda Adong drew his “Leiqin” sword halfway from its scabbard and said, “Ah! Heroic Chuimi! If you are truly a brave man with a sharp blade, it should be easy for us to decide who is superior. But first, listen to my song!” He began to sing: “Rua Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. If you don’t know where this is, This is Chawarong’s land. The place where Chawarong’s generals Have been slaughtered—it’s your graveyard, Chuimi! If you don’t know who I am, I come from the blessed land of Dokham Ling. I, Bara Senda Adong, am the wolf among men, Undefeated, greater than the King of Hell himself. This sword, the ‘Leiqin’ killing blade, Is like the death token of the King of Hell. This steed, ‘Dongri Daga,’ Is powerful as the great Garuda bird. All of this is true, not a single lie. Listen, you little Chuimi boy! We, the heavenly warriors of Ling, Have every reason to come to Chawarong. What’s so hard to understand? Reflect for a moment, and it will be clear. Let’s start from the beginning. Long ago, you stole Ling’s sacred arrows, And the innocent people of Ling suffered. This was the first cause of conflict. If you want a second reason, Chawarong is a blessed land, With a treasury containing sacred arrows. Those treasures, from the Guru Pema’s teachings, Rightfully belong to Ling. Children inherit their father’s legacy; The people of Chawarong should not interfere. Now for the third reason, This beautiful land of Chawarong Is under the jurisdiction of the Buddhist King. Yet certain sinful individuals Have selfishly claimed it for themselves. Since the birth of King Nangwa And his brother Lusabenma, These two bandits have seized power. Under their rule, Chawarong became a land of sin. Merchants traveling north were killed, Traders heading south were robbed, The trade routes between Tibet and China were blocked. You neither follow the Buddhist law of Jiana above, Nor accept the justice of Jhana below. Instead, your land has become a den of darkness. To subdue the evil demons of Chawarong And establish a city of compassion and Buddhist law, This is the sacred duty of us Ling warriors. Chawarong leaders, listen well! To destroy your demonic roots completely, To turn Chawarong into a land of Dharma, To open the treasury of sacred arrows— Unless these three goals are achieved, We will not return to Ling. Chawarong ministers and generals, Don’t be so eager to die. The soldiers of Ling Are coming to visit you soon. We will go to Dongga Jinzhong Fortress, To see what you have to offer. We’ll see King Nangwa’s so-called powers, Test the wisdom and abilities of your ministers, And count the strength of your twelve clans— How many men and horses you actually have. We’ve already defeated Chawarong’s five great generals, Along with hundreds of soldiers. They disappeared like clouds swept by the wind. Today, arrogant Chuimi, you and your brother, Along with your small soldiers, If I don’t annihilate you completely, It will mean I, Bara, lack skill. When Bara Senda Adong is enraged, Even the King of Hell cannot escape. Where the ‘Leiqin’ blade strikes, Not even gods have time to defend. Where my steed, ‘Dongri,’ runs, Even the wind struggles to keep up. If I let you escape today, Then Bara Senda Adong might as well be dead. Remember these words well!” After finishing his song, Bara Senda Adong swung his “Leiqin” blade at Chuimi Nangjia Lunzhu. Sparks flew as the sword struck, but it caused Chuimi no harm. The Fight Between Chuimi and Bara Intensifies Chuimi Nangjia Lunzhu counterattacked Bara Senda Adong with his sword. Although he didn’t manage to wound Bara, he struck off five pieces of Bara’s armor. The blow hurt Bara so much that he almost fell off his horse. Enraged, Bara swung his “Leiqin” blade with all his might. With a loud “crack,” the sword struck Chuimi’s right arm, severing it completely. However, Chuimi, being a true demon, could not be killed instantly. With his left hand, Chuimi grabbed Bara by the chest, and the two began wrestling fiercely. They fought for a long time, but neither could overpower the other. Bara thought to himself, “Even after losing an arm, this man is so difficult to deal with. If this is the strength of Chuimi, who can possibly handle the demon Lusabenma? And how will we conquer the eighteen great kingdoms? If I don’t kill him now and let him return alive, how can I continue living in this world?” With that thought, Bara grabbed Chuimi by the chest with his left hand and pulled out his “Zhuina Rojie” dagger with his right. He stabbed Chuimi at the junction of his black and white hearts, striking his soul’s vital point. Chuimi fell from his horse and died instantly. Bara then decapitated him, removed his helmet, and took his battle flag. The Ling rear guard, like wolves rushing into a flock of sheep, slaughtered countless Chuimi soldiers. Chuimi's Brother Attacks At this moment, Chuimi’s younger brother, Yuqiong Guobo, charged into the Ling camp from the left side of the battlefield. He killed many Ling soldiers and horses, turning the ground into a river of blood. Among the Ling warriors, Gadru Chujiong Benna, who wore no helmet and whose hair was wild and unkempt, entered the fray. His body was covered in black armor that shone like oil, and his immense strength was unmatched. Like a mad elephant or an eagle grabbing a rabbit, he seized Yuqiong Guobo from his horse and lifted him high into the air. Gadru said, “Ah! You wretched Chuimi! I’ll throw you into the sky and let you see what the world of Jambudvipa looks like. Then, I’ll hurl you into a deep mountain gorge so that your brains splatter across the rocks. If you have parents, leave your last words now. If you have a guru or a deity, start praying!” With that, Gadru hurled him onto a massive boulder the size of a horse, smashing him into pieces. The Ling rear guard surged forward, chasing and slaughtering the remaining enemy soldiers. Their battle cries and whistles echoed through the mountains and shook the valleys. Chawarong's Defeat and Ling's Pause That night, Chawarong’s remaining soldiers retreated to the Dongga Jinzhong Fortress. When King Nangla of Chawarong heard the report of their defeat, he was furious. He said, “The Ling invaders have killed so many of our soldiers and generals. If we don’t avenge this, how can we endure? My younger brother, Lusabenma, will finish his training in seven days. If we don’t send him to battle, it seems unlikely that we will win this war.” He then addressed his ministers and generals, saying, “Take this time to rest for seven days. If the enemy attacks during this time, tell them we are temporarily ceasing hostilities. What we will do next will be decided after this period.” The ministers and generals dispersed to make preparations. Meanwhile, the Ling army also refrained from attacking and took the opportunity to rest their forces.

K i n g G e s a r of Tibet Ronggo Monastery Located in the northwestern part of Dege County, near G215 between Dege County and Shiqu County, at an altitude of approximately 3,700 meters. It is about 90 kilometers from Dege County town. place that Connected with King Gesar Axu Grassland Although the leaders of Ling in Dokham have historically supported many monasteries, Ronggo Monastery has always been regarded as the most esteemed monastery of Lingtsang. This is because Ronggo Monastery was originally King Gesar’s palace, also known as the "Lion-Dragon-Tiger Palace" (Senjong Dazé). The location of the palace aligns with the descriptions in the epic of King Gesar. In Tibetan history, the Tertön master Chögyal Lingpa is renowned as an outstanding historian. His biography includes a story about him rebuilding the old palace of Lingtsang. At that time, Tertön Chögyal Lingpa believed that rebuilding the palace was crucial for maintaining world peace, despite some ministers thinking it would be a laborious and demanding task. Chögyal Lingpa identified the old palace at Ronggo Monastery as the "Lion-Dragon-Tiger Palace" built by King Gesar and emphasized its significance. Ultimately, the descendants of King Gesar followed Chögyal Lingpa's suggestion to rebuild the old palace. They resided there and regarded it as King Gesar's ancestral temple, preserving it and passing it down through generations. The "King Gesar Museum" at Lingtsang Ronggo Monastery currently holds a collection of precious historical artifacts. These include valuable relics from the descendants of King Gesar's family, such as items belonging to King Zanshan. Among them are imperial fabrics and brocade offered by Ming Dynasty emperors, which have been perfectly preserved, as well as ceremonial brocade used in the monastery. The museum also displays King Gesar's personal vajra (ritual weapon) and the invincible battle flag, both of which bear witness to the glorious history of the Lion-Dragon-Tiger Palace.

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Every morning, the heroes of Ling Gabu gathered at the fragrant assembly square of Datang Chamao. On this day, everyone was present except for Chaotong. The Chief Steward, Rongchacha Gen, addressed the crowd, “Jiacha, Sipan, and all the divine clans! The horses that the Lord of Mayu, Chaotong, brought back this time are completely different from before. 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 37 Setting a Deadly Trap, They Deceive Yuda into Marching to War; Haunted by a Nightmare, Dasa's Desperate Pleas Go Unheeded Ling Gabu’s Heroes Begin to Suspect Chaotong Every morning, the heroes of Ling Gabu gathered at the fragrant assembly square of Datang Chamao. On this day, everyone was present except for Chao Tong. The Chief Steward, Rongtsa Chagen, addressed the crowd, “Gyatsa, Sipan, and all the divine clans! The horses that the Lord of Ma region, Chao Tong, brought back this time are completely different from before. These horses have no tails or manes, and their backs are covered in bloody scars. What is going on here? Think about this carefully. You all know what kind of person Chao Tong is. We cannot let Ling Gabu’s vast and beautiful lands be ruined because of him!” Gyatsa, sharing the same doubts, suggested sending someone to Hor to investigate. Just as he finished speaking, Chao Tong arrived. Before anyone could respond, Chao Tong immediately cut in, saying, “Nephew Gyatsa, Minister Danma, and I succeeded in raiding the enemy camp. This time, let’s decide who goes by rolling dice. Whoever rolls the smallest number will go.” The Chief Steward objected, “Sending the one with the smallest number is a bad omen. Instead, the one who rolls the largest number should go—it’s a sign of good fortune and victory.” The group began arguing over whether the smallest or the largest number should determine who would go. Seeing the debate, the Ling Gabu arbiter, Dapan, proposed a solution. He took out two green-feathered arrows and suggested that the Chief Steward and Chao Tong each draw one. Whoever drew the longer arrow would have their suggestion followed. Chao Tong Manipulates the Outcome The two uncles glared at each other before drawing arrows from Dapan’s quiver. As the arrows were revealed, everyone sighed and shook their heads in frustration, exclaiming, “How could this happen?!” Chao Tong, however, was secretly delighted. With a smug expression, he declared, “Heroes of Ling Gabu, even fate is on my side. My plan will surely lead us to victory. Why are you all standing there? Hurry up and roll the dice so we can deal with the Hor thieves!” The dice were rolled by the Chief Steward’s youngest son, Yuda; Gyatsa’s family member, Zhujie; Chao Tong’s second son, Ahua; and a fifteen years old young general, Bansai Dawa. Chao Tong secretly used magic to influence the results, ensuring that Yuda rolled the lowest number. According to the agreement, Yuda had to scout the enemy camp. The Chief Steward, knowing his young son was no match for the Hor Sinba warriors, tried to convince Yuda to break his promise. “You don’t have to go,” he said. “I’d rather face punishment from the tribes than send you to your death.” But Yuda, eager to gain fame and prove himself, refused to listen. The Mediator’s Proposal The Chief Steward and Yuda argued relentlessly, each standing firm in their position. The others, unable to reach a conclusion, fell silent. At this moment, Suwanachong, the mediator of Ling Gabu, stepped forward and addressed the group: “Great warriors of Ling Gabu, brave as tigers and leopards! The Chief Steward speaks from the heart—his other children have already given their lives for our nation, and Yuda is his only remaining son. However, Yuda also has a point. Telling him ‘you cannot go’ or ‘you are not allowed to go’ will crush the courage of the young and diminish his spirit. Agreeing to such words would make us cowards like foxes and go against the essence of being a hero. Let me mediate and propose a solution. Yuda will go, but he will be accompanied by Gyatsa, Danma, Abaer Panda, Dongchu Lubudapan, Senda, and Chao Tong. With the seven heroes of Ling Gabu going together, they will surely strike a heavy blow against the enemy!” The Chief Steward and the heroes of Ling Gabu agreed that Suwanachong’s plan was reasonable. Once everything was prepared, the group set off together. Dasa’s Arrival and Ominous Warning As the seven heroes crossed the Yellow River and passed the foot of the Agaer Gala Mountain, they approached the Yarlasawu Mountain. Suddenly, a young woman named Dasa appeared ahead of them. She rode a white horse named “Bright Moon Swift,” accompanied by a group of maids and attendants. Dasa was the daughter of King Nima Chizong of Dayu Kingdom. Previously, King Gesar had passed through Dayu and been warmly received by her father. Impressed by Dasa’s beauty, Gesar had proposed a marriage between her and Yuda on behalf of Ling Gabu. King Nima Chizong had gladly agreed, feeling honored by the alliance. Dasa, who possessed a gift of foresight, had recently experienced a terrible dream that left her deeply troubled. She rode to the heroes’ camp by the river to warn them. After greeting the heroes and explaining her connection to Yuda, she urgently shared her dream: “Where are you all heading? Please tell me honestly. Last night, in my dream, I saw six old wolves and one young wolf charging toward a flock of sheep. The old wolves ran in different directions, but the young wolf stumbled and fell off a cliff. It felt just like you—six older heroes and one young hero. I fear this is a bad omen!” Her words cast an ominous shadow, and the group grew uneasy. Gyatsa, however, was displeased and said, “King Gesar has already foreseen that we will triumph. That’s why he arranged for Ling Gabu to have a queen and sent you here as a symbol of good fortune. Yet, you, a girl who thinks herself noble and blessed with foresight, speak such inauspicious words the moment you arrive!” Dasa’s Final Plea and Departure Dasa dismounted her white horse, respectfully presenting Gyatsa and Yuda with one roll of white silk and eleven gold coins each. She then offered the other heroes one roll of white silk and nine gold coins each as a gesture of respect. Bowing deeply, she addressed Gyatsa with sincerity: “Wise Lord Gyatsa of Ling Gabu, heartfelt advice is like bitter medicine—it’s hard to swallow, but it can save lives. No matter how unpleasant my words may sound, I must still speak them to your face. My dream last night was deeply ominous, and that’s why I’ve come to warn you. Yuda, if you won’t heed my advice to return home safely, why would I bother traveling to Ling Gabu? A good man has plenty of opportunities to achieve glory. Why insist on setting out under such a bad omen?” The group remained silent after hearing her words, but Yuda was filled with frustration and anger. He furiously shouted at Dasa: “You little girl! Not only are your words sharp, but your face is thick-skinned too. You haven’t even stepped through your future husband’s door, yet you’re already trying to boss me around. My loving parents didn’t stop me, and the people of Ling Gabu didn’t stop me. Who are you, just a little girl, to block my path? If anything, that dream of yours should come true in Yellow Hor, not here!” Hearing Yuda’s outburst, Dasa sighed deeply. She thought to herself, Perhaps Yuda and I are not fated to be together. What more is there to say? Realizing further words would be futile, Dasa turned and left with her attendants, leaving the seven heroes to continue their journey.

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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 68 A Cunning Scheme Forges An Alliance With Sinba Yula; A Prince Of The Jiang Kingdom Is Captured While On A Mission Meruze Met Prince Yula of Jiang and a Cunning Plan is Hatched At that moment, the Jiang army saw a cloud of dust rising from the northeast, from which a red horse came galloping. Mounted on it was a red-bearded, red-skinned man wearing a golden helmet and armor, holding a red spear that blazed like fire. He sped towards the army camp like a bolt of lightning. When Meruze reached the salt lake shore, the forces of the Jiang Kingdom had not yet arrived. Meruze dismounted to rest. Before long, he saw billowing black smoke and swirling dust. Meruze knew this signaled the arrival of the troops coming to seize the salt lake. Seeing the many soldiers and officers surrounding a young commander, Meruze guessed this must be Prince Yula Toju of the Jiang Kingdom. The Jiang forces were vast, and he was alone and on foot. How could he possibly withstand such a formidable army? A clever idea suddenly struck Meruze. He immediately wrote a long letter in the tone of the Hor King, tied it to an arrow shaft, and sat waiting by the salt lake shore. Prince Yula of Jiang, swift as an arrow shot from a bow, galloped forward on his horse and stopped a few dozen paces from Meruze. "Hey, red-clad man by the shore, where have you come from, and where are you heading all alone? Have you lost your way, or is there some matter? Don't just sit there pretending to be confused; leave this place quickly." "Why should I leave? Is this your territory?" Meruze deliberately replied slowly. "Our Jiang Kingdom has all manner of goods, only lacking the seasoning of salt. By order of my father, King Sadan, I have come to seize this salt lake for Jiang. As the saying goes, 'A sheep on the grassland meets the wolf only when its life is spent; a goat on the hillside meets the tiger only when its life is spent; a small bird in the forest meets the eagle only when its life is spent.' Red-clad man, has your life reached its end? Otherwise, why have you come before me?" Prince Yula, anxious and quick-tongued, only wanted to drive away this red-clad man before him quickly. Sinba Meruze slowly stood up, pulled a five-foot-long white silk Khata from his robe, and approached Yula with a smile. "Respected Prince Yula, I am the inner minister of Yellow Hor, named Sinba Meruze. I come from Hor, bound for the Jiang Kingdom. The Hor King has a letter; please report it to King Sadan." "You red-bearded man from Hor, spouting nothing but nonsense and lies. When you speak of Yellow Hor, do you mean the past or the present? In the vast white meadows of Hor, the mournful cries of ghosts are heard everywhere. These tales must have some basis; why come before me to wag your tongue? In the great plains of Achin in all directions, the corpses of a hundred thousand troops lie scattered. Only one survivor remains; you know well who that is. If the Hor kingdom's governance were truly secure, you could enjoy it to your heart's content. If the battle flags of a hundred thousand troops were intact, you could raise them high yourself. With just a few wild and deceitful words, do you think I would believe them and fall into your trap?" As Yula sang, he grew increasingly agitated. Sinba thought, if he shoots his arrow, it would be no different from a thunderbolt; I'd better avoid it. He replied, "Hey! Yula Toju, if you don't know a place's name, you ask others; if you have thoughts in your heart, you can speak them slowly. What use is this impatient anger? I, Sinba, was sent here by the governor of Yaze City to discuss with you a joint action against the Ling Kingdom. Even if you use blades or arrows against me, I will not retaliate. If you wish to seize my horse, armor, and weapons, then go ahead. But if you act recklessly without thinking, who knows what consequences will follow? White Tent King values me, Sinba, more than a hundred thousand troops. Yet now you belittle me so; it truly baffles the mind. The evil consequences arising from this, beware lest they fall upon the head of King Sadan of Jiang. The one who provokes conflict between Hor and Jiang would be you yourself, the hero. Now, you'd do better to listen carefully as I, Sinba, convey the decree of White Tent King!" Then he continued, as if with great sincerity: "The prince of our Hor White Tent King's household is eight years old this year, of an age to marry, and has been searching everywhere for a young consort. The heavenly gods have delivered a prophecy, saying the princess of the Jiang Kingdom is a perfect match for the prince. The families are well-matched, the ages are suitable, and their astrological charts do not conflict. If the Hor King and King Sadan unite, they would become the foremost king in the world." Having said this, Sinba removed the three weapons from his person—his sword, arrows, and spear—lay down on the grass, closed his eyes, and pretended to fall asleep. Yula Toju thought to himself: What Sinba says seems to be true. What is really going on? He and I are strangers, yet he trusts me so and has happily spoken many words. Does his leather pouch contain the six medicinal herbs, or is it monkshood? I must test him further and see how he responds. So he said, "Very well! Sinba Meruze, you have two tongues in one mouth, like a thief caught red-handed, skilled only in lies and deception. You cannot fool me. If you don't believe me, let us test our strength and see!" Deception and Temptation Lead to Prince Yula’s Fateful Decision Having spoken, Yula, in great anger, drew his precious bow, aimed at Sinba, and prepared to shoot his sharp arrow. At this moment, Sinba said, "Yula Toju, think carefully. The Hor Yaze royal lineage descends from the heavens. The four great continents are all under the dominion of the royal power; even the changes of the four seasons are in the hands of the royal house. In this world, there is no rival that can oppose it. If you wish to be its enemy, I fear you will only bring about your own destruction, with no good outcome. Listen to me, Sinba, as I speak a few more heartfelt words to you! King Sadan of Jiang is renowned, but whether in power or territory, he cannot compare to White Tent King. An alliance between our two kingdoms benefits both; we should think of various ways to achieve it. What are your true thoughts? I hope you, Yula, will make up your mind soon. To say White Tent King is incompetent, to say my words are only deceitful, to say the Hor kingdom is already empty—these tales are baseless. These are Sinba's sincere words; whether you heed them is entirely up to you. Heeding them saves you from immediate suffering; ignoring them will make you regret it later. If you do not believe me, then ride alongside me to Hor. Important matters should be discussed internally; how can the Jiang and Hor kingdoms jointly overcome the enemy? Yellow Hor and your Sadan's Jiang should point their spearheads in the same direction; we should live and die together, facing the enemy as one!" Sinba finished speaking and still sat there calmly and at ease. Yula then thought to himself: If what Sinba says is true and will lead to regret, what should be done? Yula felt uneasy and, without realizing it, lowered his bow, dismounted, and walked up to Sinba. Sinba also immediately dismounted. The two tethered their horses nearby, each sat cross-legged on the grass, and began to converse face to face. After talking for a while, Yula seemed to fall under a demonic illusion, becoming confused and muddle-headed, thinking of going to Hor with Sinba. Yula said to the two Jiang officers accompanying him—Jiwu Tuoge from the demon division and Zhuzha Baideng Guibu: "Please arrange for the army to wait here. I will go with Sinba to Hor. Once I have discussed matters there and settled the alliance, I will return immediately. I will definitely be back within three days; there is no need for you to worry here." Jiwu Tuoge took this at face value and verbally agreed. His heart was filled with pride and confidence. He thought he should take advantage of Yula's trip to Hor to seize the salt lake, then quickly return to report his achievement and claim a reward before the king. So he said, "If that is the case, then let it be as you say, Prince!" He planned to prepare the troops, arrange what needed to be done, and then seize the salt lake. Zhuzha Baideng Guibu was a man of broad experience, gentle temperament, and sincere goodwill toward all. His kind heart, pure as fine gold, thought: If Prince Yula leaves us, I don't know if we can manage the army camp. Separating the army from Yula at the border with the enemy is not right. He thus said to Yula, "Please reconsider, Prince. I think the mission given to us by Great King Sadan was only to seize the best seasoning for food—salt—and not to form marriage alliances or any such bonds with Hor. Moreover, for the past three years, there have been rumors that Hor was destroyed by the Ling Kingdom, and these reports have never ceased these three years. This person who appeared without reason, we don't know what his purpose is. Our officers and soldiers should not separate; we should follow the king's command and carry out our mission as quickly as possible." At this, Yula seemed to suddenly become clear-headed again. He turned and questioned Sinba suspiciously: "Ah, Meruze, you are truly a wicked thing, telling great lies to deceive Yula. Your Hor White Tent King was subdued by Gesar long ago. Hor's thirty great heroes were also killed by the Great Lion King. Only you, this old dog, remain on the mountain, living without shame, acting as a slave and accomplice for Ling. We have ears and have long heard that your Hor has surrendered." "Prince, do not listen to random talk. How could the great Hor King surrender? Here is a letter from White Tent King; please present it to King Sadan." So saying, Sinba Meruze handed over the letter. Prince Yula took the envelope and saw written on it, "May the affairs of Yellow Hor King succeed." Opening it, the content indeed was a marriage proposal to the Jiang Kingdom, just as Sinba Meruze had said, and at the end was inscribed, "Sent from the Hor Kingdom's Yaze Royal Palace." Zhuzha Baideng Guibu again advised with utmost sincerity: "Prince, think thrice! Do not be taken in by this stranger!" Yula, hearing this, was displeased and said, "These are the words of a narrow-minded person; there is no need for this. As the saying goes: 'Both the bow and wisdom must be bent skillfully.' If we can form an alliance with Hor, not only will we secure the governance of the four directions of Jiang, we can also steadily seize the Ling Kingdom's salt lake. Doing so will certainly satisfy the king. You all arrange and guard the army camp well, awaiting my victorious return." Having spoken, he mounted his Blue-Maned Horse and, together with Sinba, galloped away like a raging wind. Though the two rode side by side in the same direction, advancing on the same road, just as when wind and snow come, goats and sheep have different thoughts in their hearts. Yula thought that this trip to Hor with Sinba was a rare and excellent opportunity. On one hand, as Sinba said, they could join forces with Hor to attack Ling and seize that precious salt lake for eternal enjoyment. On the other hand, he could also select a few beautiful Hor maidens in Hor as candidates for a marriage alliance between Jiang and Hor. Sinba, however, thought: No matter how cunning the fox, it cannot escape the hunter's sharp arrow; no matter how fierce the striped tiger, it cannot escape the hunter's trap. You, Yula, are a fledgling eaglet just out of the nest, having encountered few storms. Today your boasts are wider than the blue sky, your tone vaster than the great sea—truly unaware of your own limits. Let's see how capable you really are. He also prayed in his heart to White Brahma King, asking him to cast an illusion over Yula Toju and requesting the aid of the heavenly gods: Heavenly gods, aid me swiftly, Yula Toju goes to the Hor Kingdom, Use mist to cloud his eyes, Let him fail to see the truth. When Yula Toju arrived at the Hor Kingdom, he indeed saw that Hor remained as before: cattle and sheep covered the land, mules and horses were in herds, the royal palace was shrouded in dark clouds, and on the training grounds, thirty heroes stood in neat rows like bull horns. Only then did Yula feel relieved. Seeing such a scene in Hor, the Hor King must surely still be there, and Meruze's words were true. Yula dismounted and said to Meruze, "Even if what you say is true, whether our Jiang princess, my elder sister, can marry your Hor prince still depends on what betrothal gifts you offer?" "The betrothal gifts are certainly not a problem. Our Hor Kingdom is vast; gold, silver, and jewels are everywhere for you to choose from." Seeing that Yula believed his words, Sinba Meruze felt very pleased and boasted extravagantly. "My elder sister is no ordinary person. She is the pearl in my father's palm, the flesh of my mother's heart. Though young, her wisdom is great; no maiden in the world can compare to her. The year before last, the king of Eastern Jhana came to propose marriage; four hundred chests of betrothal gifts were not accepted. Last year, Minister Borga of Jaga came to propose for his prince; four thousand chests of betrothal gifts were not accepted. This year, King Nuoer of the Great Western Kingdom came to propose; forty thousand chests of betrothal gifts were not accepted." "Then, how many betrothal gifts do you actually want?" "Eighteen golden horses, eighteen silver sheep, eighteen jade elephants, eighteen iron men, eighteen white crystal maidservants. Also, a hundred horses with fine coats, a hundred cattle with fine necks, a hundred mules with fine stature, a hundred yaks with fine fur." "We have them, we have them all. Hor's golden horses can run, silver sheep can bleat, jade elephants can bear heavy loads, iron men can fight, white crystal maidservants can sing and dance. Mules, horses, cattle, and sheep are countless; a hundred of each is no problem. Prince Yula, the betrothal gifts you ask for are all agreed to, and we will additionally send countless jewels beyond measure. Today, the two of us should first celebrate; how about drinking a cup of celebratory wine?" Sinba, intent on capturing Prince Yula alive, boasted even more wildly and without basis. Yula Toju thought the betrothal gifts he demanded would stump Meruze, but unexpectedly, he agreed to them all. Naturally, Yula was delighted. He also hoped his sister would marry into a wealthy and powerful kingdom. Hearing Meruze's invitation to drink, Yula readily agreed. Meruze took out a black gold wooden bowl engraved with the Eight Auspicious Symbols and blooming lotuses, inlaid with five kinds of precious stones. Under the sunlight, it glittered dazzlingly, very pleasing to the eye. Meruze filled the bowl with fine wine and presented it to Yula. Not to mention how much Yula Toju liked this bowl; the aroma of the fine wine within had already assailed his nostrils, further intoxicating the prince. Meruze offered the wine while singing a drinking song: A great man drinks wine, Like a steed drinking water; A man of middling sort drinks wine, Like a woman sipping tea; A worthless man drinks wine, Swallowing it like medicine. You are a great man of Jiang, Drink wine like a steed drinking water. Drink the first cup, For eternal peace between White Tent King and King Sadan; Drink the second cup, For eternal harmony between the prince and princess; Drink the third cup, For eternal friendship between the Hor and Jiang peoples. Yula was Captured Sinba Meruze sang and urged Yula to drink. Yula Toju, forgetting himself, drank cup after cup until he became utterly intoxicated, his speech slurred. "I have drunk enough; I must return to the royal palace. Whether the marriage succeeds or not, I must discuss it further with my father." Seeing he wanted to leave, Meruze would not let him go. "Prince Yula, do not leave. Wine becomes more intoxicating in the wind; you might roll down a slope from your horse and injure your vajra-like body. There are also great rivers on the road; how will you cross their rolling waves? If you go up the high mountains and fall off a cliff, you cannot survive. Dying on the road with no kin is worse than staying here to keep me company." Yula thought this reasonable. As the saying goes, drink a few more bowls of wine, and you are sure to make a fool of yourself; listen more to others, and speak less yourself. Today he had truly drunk too much; he feared he could not return safely to the royal palace. Better to rest here awhile. Thinking this, Yula, already unable to control himself, lay down on the ground and immediately began to snore. Seeing Yula was asleep, Meruze immediately took out yak-hair ropes, bound Yula's hands and feet tightly, drove four iron stakes into the ground around him, tied the other ends of the yak-hair ropes to the stakes, and tested it, finding it very secure. Only then did he relax. The Bound Prince's Furious Struggle Prince Yula of the Jiang Kingdom, bound by the ropes, felt excruciating pain that sobered him somewhat from his drunkenness. Opening his eyes, he saw himself tied to an iron stake. Immediately, lightning flashed from his eyes, poisonous vapor hissed from his mouth, and flames shot from his hair roots. With a mighty heave, he snapped the yak-hair ropes. Surging to his feet, he lunged at Meruze: "You old dog, what trickery is this? Yula wasn't drunk, just a sated tiger needing rest. These few yak-hair ropes are like silk threads to me. Yula's strength is boundless, capable of facing armies of thousands. Hateful old dog, using deceit to bind me! Today I'll take your life, needing neither wine nor ropes!" As he spoke, Yula Toju lifted Meruze upwards as if to hurl him to the heavens, then slammed him down as if to cast him into hell; he shoved him left as if to push him off a cliff, then flung him right as if to toss him onto a grassy mountain. Sinba Meruze, tossed about in Yula's grasp, panted heavily, utterly unable to fight back! He hurriedly called upon the gods for aid. The Mountain God Machen Pomra came, but could not subdue Yula; the Mountain God of Reqiao came, but could not subdue Yula; Vaishravana, the Great King of the North and the Nine Luminaries, including Rahu, arrived, yet still could not suppress this prince of Jiang. Finally, the White Brahma King himself descended, pressing Yula Toju firmly to the ground. Meruze produced an eighteen-fathom-long rope, thick as an arm, and bound Yula left and right, three layers each, until he resembled a ball of yarn, finally rendering him immobile. A Captive's Lament and a Captor's Pity Meruze tied Yula to his blue horse and immediately galloped towards the Ling Kingdom. Bound and captive, Prince Yula suddenly thought of his mother and her parting words, silently praying: "Demonic gods of the Jiang Kingdom, please rescue this afflicted one. Yula has fallen into enemy hands, unable to return to see his parents. The white lion on the snow mountain can reunite with its cub; the striped tiger in the sandalwood forest can reunite with its young; the spotted doe on the grassland can reunite with its fawn. But I, Yula, have abandoned my mother, how pitiful." Lost in thought, Yula spoke aloud: "White-breasted eagle, Great Golden-Winged Garuda Bird, yellow swan, cuckoo bird, please fly to the Purple Jiang Kingdom, carry my news to my father and mother. Tell them I miss my mother, yearn for Jiang, my heart aches with longing for home and kin." Hearing Yula's words, Sinba Meruze felt a pang of sorrow. So young, the apple of his parents' eye in Jiang, he had never known hardship. Now bound on horseback, how could it not stir pity! "Prince Yula, good child, don't fret or despair. When you see the Great Lion King Gesar, just say you admire Ling Gabu, that you came willingly without capture. I'll untie you now." So saying, Meruze prepared to dismount and loosen Yula's bonds. But the young prince, proud and fiery, refused to concede, instead rebuking Meruze: "Sinba, you pathetic old dog, born with a slave's nature. The Hor King treated you with kindness, yet you turned against him—why? The pitiable one here isn't me, Yula, but you, the Hor Sinba King." Seeing Yula Toju's such heroic spirit, Meruze felt not anger but increased respect. He brought him before the king and ministers, offering him meat and rice. Then, among King Gesar and his ministers, Darong official Chao Tong rose from his seat and mocked Yula: "When you led troops from Jiang, how boastful and formidable you were; before King Sadan, how you flaunted your prowess you know well. In times of fine tea and wine, your endless bragging knew no bounds. Now with a black rope around your neck, what abilities do you truly have? Young Yula overestimated himself; instead of enjoying life and training at home, you sought hardship on the northern grasslands, content as a captive of Ling Gabu." Defiance in Captivity and a King's Test Hearing Chao Tong's song, Yula thought: This man spews arrogance, flaunting power before a captive, truly infuriating. But now, nothing could be done. With a stern face, he declared: "Listen, King and ministers of Ling, I too have words: Think of me at home—others dared not even address me, let alone meet my gaze. Unexpectedly, I've fallen to this state, a prisoner of your Ling with a black rope at my neck, insulted even by an official whose courage is less than a fox's! Who is a hero is proven on the battlefield; which is a steed is known on the road. Unfortunately captured by Ling men now, I won't beg for mercy even if you chop off my head!" Finishing, Yula furiously hurled the prisoner's food given by Sinba, striking Chao Tong squarely in the face, knocking him tumbling from his seat. King Gesar and the ministers roared with laughter. Chao Tong lay unconscious for a while before slowly reviving, his face flushed crimson, filled with rage yet helpless. The Great Lion King, seeing Prince Yula's endearing appearance, already felt fondness, but unsure of his heart, decided to test him: "Prince Yula, instead of living well in Jiang, you came to our Ling to seize the Salt Sea. Now captured by Meruze, your body is just right for offering to the heavenly gods." Hearing the Great Lion King's words, Yula Toju's expression remained unchanged, his demeanor natural: "Now that I'm in Ling, my body is no longer mine. Offer it to the gods if you wish, feed it to dogs if you will." Hearing this, Gesar thought: This child is not only likable in looks but has the bearing of a true man! A smile instantly appeared on his face: "Prince Yula, don't take the jest seriously. I, the Great Lion King, subdue demons, rid harm for the people, but cherish true heroes all the more. In the future, I will make you King of Jiang, and the Jiang Kingdom's fortunes will prosper." A Prince's Plea and a King's Promise Yula Toju had long heard of Gesar's fame, originally thinking him a ruler more fearsome than demons. He never expected the king to be so compassionate and also exceptionally majestic and dignified in appearance. His respect for the Great Lion King grew immensely. He knelt down, kowtowed three times, and pleaded earnestly: "My father has sinned, can you spare his life? If he must die, may his next life be in a heavenly realm. My mother is good, don't let her suffer hunger. My sister, Princess Jiang, let her come to Ling." Finally, Yula Toju added that he was willing to charge into battle for the king, fetch water, tend horses—in short, a thousand words in one plea: Don't let my father fall into hell, Don't let my mother endure suffering, Don't let my sister be exiled to the borderlands, Don't let the Jiang Kingdom meet with calamity. Hearing Yula's words, Gesar nodded repeatedly: "Good child, set your heart at ease. I grant all you ask. I will treat you like my own younger brother. I confer upon you the title of Great Hero, to forever follow me in virtuous deeds." Ｎote Great Western Kingdom: Originally the name of a Persian tribe. Since the Tang Dynasty, the Arab Empire has been referred to as Great Western 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 77 Three Heroes Battle The Poisonous Ones With Blades; The Lion King Slays The Soul-Binding Serpent With Divine Arrows A Heavenly Mission for a Mortal Key Upon hearing the news, Gongba, Michong, Sinba, and the others all returned to their camps reassured and informed everyone of the negotiation's outcome. The next day, the great King Gesar mounted his divine steed, Jang Gapeibu, and, encircled by a rainbow, soared towards the celestial realm. The Red Rabbit-like Divine Steed made eighteen great circles and nineteen small circles in the sky before shooting towards the heavens like an arrow loosed by a hero, arriving at the celestial realm in an instant. Brahma's palace was different from before, its great hall shimmering with golden light. Having been reborn in the mortal world, partaking of mortal food and wearing mortal clothes, the King found it difficult to approach the divine palace. Fortunately, a celestial maiden named Weixi, holding a precious vase, came to fetch water. The King addressed her, "Celestial Maiden Weixi, in my previous life I was Tuibagawa. I have come to the Brahma Heaven on important business to see my father-king. Please convey this message for me." The celestial maiden Weixi went to the palace and faithfully reported to the White Brahma King, who immediately came out to welcome him. Upon seeing his father-king, Gesar said, "Father-king, your child has returned to the heavenly court today to subdue King Sadan's soul-binding serpent and to open the gates of the demon lands. I need seven white conch keys and have come specifically to ask you for them." The father-king replied, "The white conch keys are with the great immortal master. The great immortal has gone on a pilgrimage to Mount Potala. You must go there to ask him for them." Gesar paid his respects and bid farewell to his father-king, then mounted the Red Rabbit horse and returned to the human world. He immediately arrived before the palace on Mount Potala but could not find the great immortal. He then went to the mountaintop where snow and rain fall ceaselessly, day and night, and there he met the great immortal. After obtaining the keys, he swiftly rode back to camp. A Broken Truce and the Poisonous Onslaught Although the Jiang and Ling armies had agreed to a seven-day ceasefire, by the evening of the sixth day, the Jiang people secretly deliberated and decided that, regardless of the cost, they must fight the Ling army to the finish. The next day, the troops of the three Poisonous Brothers arrayed their three formations into a single battle line. The Poisonous One, Baigan Tulu, riding a white-chested horse, accompanied by three attendants and clad in armor, struck a pose as if about to charge the Ling army and sang: "The kings and ministers of Ling are quite proud, but when they meet the Jiang, they only learn to howl like foxes. The Jiang officers and soldiers are like skilled hunters; drawing bows and loosing arrows, they'll skin those foxes. The left wing, right wing, vanguard, long-armed division, and poisonous division of the Jiang army, come quickly today to receive your orders, each striving for victory to earn merit. Today, I shall be the first to go forth to battle, whipping my horse forward to charge and kill. Who is the hero? Everyone just wait and see. I vow not to return to camp without seizing victory!" Having sung, Baigan Tulu urged his horse forward. His subordinates all mounted their warhorses and followed closely behind, charging straight towards the Ling camp. Seeing this, the Ling army reported it to the Great Lion King. The King said, "The Jiang army attacks today. Judging from their formation and the number of their horses, it must be the troops of the Poisonous One, Baigan Tulu. All heroes who go forward to resist, each of you must quickly receive a medicinal pill from me to avoid harm from their poisonous vapors." At this moment, Danma, Bara, Gade, Sinba, and others all wished to request to fight, each preparing to speak to the King. Unexpectedly, Seba Niben spoke first: "It would be best for me to go into battle today." As he spoke, he was about to depart. His uncle, Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen, said, "You four are all outstanding heroes among men; there is no need for you to personally go into battle. Please guard the camp securely. Today, the Jiang people have launched a sudden attack; we must absolutely not be negligent or underestimate the enemy. Among the Jiang army, there are three Poisonous Ones whose abilities I know well. They have red poisonous snakes coiled around their heads, and the poisonous vapors they spew can spread plague. Anyone who comes into contact with these three will lose consciousness and die. The Jiang army also has three long-armed men whose extended fingers can snuff out lives. Today, one Poisonous One has come to fight; the Ling people should quickly go to meet him. You must understand that seizing the opportune moment is most important; you must not delay any longer. I hope Bara Senda Adong, Hor's Sinba Meruze, and Chaxiang Danma will join forces and go together to face the enemy. Our hundred men will deal with his one division, ensuring that all who come find it hard to return. How to deal with the three Jiang Poisonous Ones will be up to you three heroes. The troops under Chief Chao Tong were defeated and have already scattered and fled in disarray. Chao Tong usually boasts of being a brave man, but in battle, he is only seen kowtowing and bowing. The anti-poison divine medicinal pills bestowed by King Gesar are the great pillars supporting life. You must keep them on your person before going to the battlefield; only then can you revive from the brink of death and seize victory." After the Old Chief Steward finished his arrangements, all the heroes acted according to his instructions. Bara, Sinba, and Danma immediately mounted their horses and set off. They saw the Jiang men charging towards the Ling army like boulders rolling down a mountain. Clash of Heroes and Poisonous Foes The Poisonous One Baigan Tulu and his subordinates first encountered Danma's troops. Baigan Tulu sang: "I seek to avenge Queji Gongga Jinmei, to claim the life debt from Kala Maiba, to repay the blood grudge for hero Qindui. To leave a grudge unavenged brings shame to one's face. I need not use weapons, sharp arrows, blades, or spears; I am willing to grapple bare-handed to decide victory or defeat. No matter how fierce your Ling army may be, I will surely reduce you to dust within three days." Singing his song, Baigan Tulu threw the black snake-iron in his hand into the air. At this moment, Danma thought to himself, 'I've heard this man cannot be killed with arrows or blades. I should first capture him with a lasso.' So he said, "Hey! Jiang man Baigan Tulu, you need not be so furious, nor speak such great boasts. Whom you have encountered is still hard to say. If I lacked ability, then it would be your good fortune. You are now fantasizing and talking in your dreams; in the end, you will only reap what you sow. That black snake-iron in your hand, when you wish to throw it, you will be unable to; when you wish to retrieve it, it will injure you. It is useless against enemies and instead becomes a deadly weapon against yourself. But this lasso in my right hand, once thrown high into the sky, will transform into a great white net that can bind the sun and moon. Once thrown around the necks of you Jiang people, it will be like the God of Death Yama seeking you out. Whether these words become reality, we will soon see clearly." No sooner had he spoken than Danma threw the lasso, which landed perfectly around Baigan Tulu's neck. Danma pulled with all his might, choking Baigan Tulu until he could hardly breathe. Although the Poisonous One smashed the poisonous snake-iron towards Danma's right shoulder, thanks to the protection of the Ling deities and the empowerment of the King's medicinal pill, Danma was unharmed. He immediately drew his blade with his left hand, intending to finish off this Poisonous One, but unexpectedly, the foe severed the lasso and escaped. Danma's subordinates shot many arrows at the Poisonous One. However, as they did not hit the place where his life-soul resided, they failed to destroy him. The two armies engaged in close combat, fighting fiercely for a long time without a clear victor. Meanwhile, Sinba encountered and fought the Poisonous One Zhaxi Toju. The Poisonous One Zhaxi Toju hurled his red snake-iron at Sinba. Sinba, wielding his great axe, did not yield an inch. The snake-iron and the giant axe clashed, sparks flying everywhere. On Zhaxi's side, protected by poisonous vapors, the snake-iron shattered the opponent's axe handle. On Sinba's side, protected by the Ling deities, his body suffered no injury. In the heat of battle, Sinba exerted himself so forcefully that he almost fell from his horse. At that moment, the Jiang soldier Jhana Sangzhu charged forward, swinging his blade. Sinba brandished his great axe and charged ahead, causing the Jiang soldier to turn his horse and flee back to camp. Sinba pursued him into the camp, wildly swinging his axe up and down, killing fifty iron-armored soldiers. Jhana Sangzhu charged at Sinba again, also wounding over ten of Sinba's soldiers. The troops of the Ling hero Bara Senda Adong encountered those of the Poisonous One Taqiong Lugu. Both sides exchanged arrows for the duration of two meals of tea, then fought at close quarters with spears. Finally, Bara Senda Adong vowed to capture the Poisonous One Taqiong Lugu and charged fiercely forward. Taqiong Lugu, unable to withstand him, was fortunate to have the illusory magic of demon gods protecting him, making him invisible to Bara, and thus managed to escape back to camp. Bara pursued relentlessly, intent on capturing the Poisonous One. Seeing Bara in pursuit, the Jiang people shot a hail of arrows from their camp. Bara's warhorse was a divine eagle-like swift steed with prescient knowledge; it deemed the day inauspicious and that a fierce charge forward was unwise, so it slowed its pace. Bara could only shoot twenty arrows, killing twenty Jiang men. The Jiang people, analyzing the situation, held their camp and temporarily ceased their attack. At this point, Sinba, unable to contain his fury, angrily shouted from his saddle, "My heart is wholly devoted to Ling; I sincerely submitted to become a vassal of the great King. Although Ling may not be overwhelmingly powerful, its strength is like that of a two-year-old colt. The Hor royal line passed through forty-nine generations, finally reaching me, Sinba. Now I bear the ill repute of a prisoner; reflecting on the past and present, my heart grieves in secret. A hero like me, no matter how my status changes, remains a constant threat to the enemy! This meteoric iron axe in my hand was presented by a foreign king. Today, with this very meteoric iron axe, I will make you know my power!" Sinba brandished his giant axe and charged straight into the midst of the Jiang troops, cutting down over twenty Jiang soldiers in a row. Seeing this, the Poisonous One Baigan Tulu immediately reined in his horse, blocking Sinba, and the two engaged in combat once more. The Serpent's End and the King's Triumph From morning till evening that day, both sides fought fiercely without respite. The three armies of the Jiang Poisonous Ones were almost completely annihilated. Among the three Ling divisions, however, nearly a hundred iron-armored soldiers also perished. The Ling people came in droves to see the wounded Danma. Seeing that Danma's injuries were not severe, they were somewhat comforted. For the next five or six days, there were no major battles. Both sides rested and reorganized their troops, pausing hostilities while awaiting further conflict. The life-soul of Jiang Kingdom's King Sadan was attached to a seven-headed poisonous serpent hidden in a deep mountain cave in Jiang territory. After obtaining the white conch keys to subdue the demonic serpent from the great immortal master, King Gesar waited for the opportune moment, prepared at all times to destroy this poisonous snake. When the time came, King Gesar mounted his Red Rabbit horse and, alone and unaccompanied, went to the entrance of the cave where the soul-binding serpent resided. The King shot the seven white conch keys into the cave like seven sharp arrows. Instantly, the mountain split and the earth cracked, and a terrifyingly dreadful poisonous serpent shot out from the cave. King Gesar's seven divine arrows automatically pursued this soul-binding serpent, shooting wildly at it. Flames sparked from the serpent's heads where the arrows struck, and a foul stench filled the air. Thus, the poisonous serpent was subdued. After King Sadan's soul-binding serpent was subdued, if the cave retained the marks of being shot, it would leave future calamities. The Great Lion King immediately employed his divine transformative powers to restore the cave to its original state, leaving not a trace behind, before returning to the Ling camp. By then, Danma's wounds had also been completely healed by the army's divine physicians.

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This is a dedicated platform celebrating the cultural and historical legacy of King Gesar in Tibet, the legendary Tibetan hero of the world’s longest epic. It serves as a comprehensive resource for exploring Gesar's life, heroic deeds, and the epic's enduring impact on Tibetan culture.This platform provides a holistic understanding of King Gesar of tibet, blending historical, cultural, and spiritual elements to inspire and educate future generations. King Gesar of Tibet King Gesar Epic King Gesar Connected by place King Gesar Connected by person Yong's Gallery King Gesar+ About Us unveiling the legendary of king gesar The Epic of King Gesar of Ling may be as many as a thousand years old but it has only been known to the scholarly community since the middle of the eighteenth century, when a temple dedicated to him was uncovered by an explorer named P. S. Pallas. The first translations of extracts appeared in the early nineteenth century, when the German scholar Benjamin Bergmann translated two chapters from a Mongolian version. J. Schmidt also retold a Mongolian version of “Gesser” (the Mongolian rendition of the name) in a translation published in Beijing in 1839. King Gesar is a legendary figure in Tibetan culture, and his story is recorded in the Epic of King Gesar. This epic is considered the longest epic in the world, containing over 600,000 lines of verse. It narrates the heroic deeds of King Gesar and his battles against evil forces. The formation of the epic can be traced back to between 200 BCE and 600 CE. After years of oral transmission, it reached its final form and peak popularity in the 12th century. The epic mainly revolves around King Gesar's birth, growth, battles, and ultimate victory, reflecting the values and cultural traditions of the Tibetan people. The epic is usually divided into several main parts: Miraculous Birth and Early Life: This section tells the story of King Gesar's miraculous birth and the hardships he faced during his childhood. Heroic Deeds: It describes how he became a king, won the throne, and married a beautiful wife. Wars with Enemy Kingdoms: The core part of the epic focuses on King Gesar's wars with four enemy kingdoms, showcasing his bravery and leadership. Unification and Peace: This part describes how he unified the tribes and brought peace and prosperity. Death and Legacy: The final section recounts King Gesar's death and the impact he left behind. Many legends suggest that he will return in the future to save his people. The next work done on this remarkable story was undertaken by A. H. Francke, a Moravian missionary to the Ladakh wazarat, which then included Baltistan, the westernmost bastion of Tibetan civilization. Francke, who had come across the epic in the late nineteenth century, published an important translation of it in 1905 with accompanying abstracts and notes. In 1934, a Central Tibetan version was retold in translation by Alexandra David-Neel. But the most extensive treatment of the epic was undertaken by R. A. Stein in the 1950s, culminating in two major publications in 1956 and 1959... (Source : Harvard review online, Feb 2012 ) King Gesar Mantra : om ah hung benza maha guru mani radza Sarva siddhi pala hung

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 63 King Sadan Of Jiang Dispatches Troops To Seize The Salt Sea; Queen Jiangsa Bids A Tearful Farewell To Her Beloved Son The Mighty King of Jiang and His Ambition To the south of Ling Gabu lay a kingdom known as the "Purple Land of Jiang." Its territory was vast and boundless, with continuous mountain ranges. Snow-capped peaks stretched across the sky like jade dragons, encircling lush pastures—a place scarcely different from a celestial realm. In the capital's Yuzhu Saiqin Palace resided the leader of countless Jiang people: the peerless King Sadan. On the day of King Sadan's birth, he was bathed with five kinds of nectar and anointed with pure water from a precious vase. The demon gods, dragon kings, and fierce deities of Jiang prayed for him; the Four Heavenly Kings summoned blessings for him at the four gates in the east, south, west, and north. Upon reaching adulthood, the power of celestial and dragon gods converged within him. His stature became as towering as Mount Meru; his speech was as mighty as a jade dragon's roar, his temper more violent than a fierce tiger's. His strength was immense, capable of lifting mountains with his hands; his piercing eyes shone like the sun and moon. His disheveled hair framed his face like a veil of black mist. At times, clusters of sparks shot from his nostrils, radiating red light. A flick of his long tongue was like thunder in the sky; when he spoke, his voice could be heard from the three layers of heaven above to the three layers of the underworld below. King Sadan's subjects and households were as numerous as the stars in the sky; his councilors surrounded him like stars encircling the moon. The kingdom's handsome and robust youths stood straight and strong like arrows of bamboo in the mountains. Furthermore, countless enviable rare treasures filled his storehouses, and fat herds of cattle, sheep, and horses covered the grasslands. Needless to say, the surrounding small states and tribes bowed to him, offering tribute year after year. Yet, why did such a majestic man, who enjoyed all worldly glory, often wear a deep frown these days? His attending ministers and servants were constantly on edge, serving him with utmost care, fearing the king's sudden wrath at any moment. The Demon God Urged King Sadan To Seize The Salt Sea One night, the demon god guarding the Jiang Kingdom rode a three-legged purple mule, descending like lightning from the sky into the Yuzhu Saiqin Palace. It whispered into King Sadan's ear: "Great King, I know your distress. Jiang lacks neither gold nor silver, neither cattle, sheep, nor provisions. It lacks only the finest seasoning—salt. That is why your meals taste bland and your tea lacks fragrance. The neighboring Ling Kingdom has the Along Gongzhu Salt Sea. You should seize it for Jiang's use!" Hearing the demon god's words, King Sadan was deeply stirred. But then he thought of the nearby Ling Kingdom, the domain of the lion-like king, and his bright face clouded over. Seeing King Sadan's hesitation, the demon god knew he feared Ling's Lion King, Gesar, and immediately added: "Do not fear, our King Sadan. Fear not for your head, I have made a golden helmet to protect you; fear not for your body, I have made silver armor to encase you; fear not for your feet, I have made the great earth to carry you." King Sadan had always considered himself extraordinary. Now, emboldened and encouraged by the demon god, the very next morning he urgently summoned his generals and ministers to court. Without consulting his councilors, he directly began arranging the deployment of various armies to immediately set out and seize the Along Gongzhu Salt Sea. He sang: Last night in the third watch of my sleep, A precious prophecy came suddenly, Like floodwaters rushing into the mountains. Listen, the prophecy's content is unusual, Hear me tell you the truth: Last night as I, King Sadan, had just fallen asleep, A three-legged divine mule carried the Dharma Protector, From a tent woven of colored clouds, Descending through mist and clouds. Clad in white armor gleaming silver! In hand holding a three-pronged sword, An angry voice was truly terrifying. Told me not to sleep idly but rise quickly, To go seize the finest seasoning for food and drink. Though the enemy's army has not come, The thunderbolt sword in hand must be grasped tightly. This beautiful land of Purple Jiang, With densely clustered villages and thriving people, Birds and beasts covering the hills, The scoundrel Joru wants to plunder. Said our iron army of the hilly kingdom, Would be wiped out like wind scattering clouds, Said the gold sand buried in the mountains, Would be dug to forge little golden horses. Also said the free-swimming golden-eyed fish in the water, Would soon be caught in nets, Said I, King Sadan, living on my own land, Would be bullied by Ling's Joru coming to harass. From tomorrow morning onward, Until the great plan is fully accomplished, Armies and warhorses must be prepared, White war helmets must be worn neatly, White armor must not leave the body. These instructions must be remembered, I cannot sit and wait for the enemy to attack, I must seize the essence of food by force. Heroes must show prowess before the enemy, Foxes tuck their tails to survive. Capable people act when they decide, Hesitation only makes one an old ox. This is also how one should conduct affairs, I hope all ministers ponder carefully! Until the day the finest seasoning is won, Warhorses must not leave their golden saddles, Warriors must not leave their armor. Ministers, do not hesitate, act swiftly, Quickly command the subjects and armies to mobilize. Leaders of the Flower Tassel regiments, There is red-faced commander Caima Keji, Golden General Sela Yucha, And Nychi Gaqing, three in total. You must quickly assemble your troops. Use the army to disrupt enemy formations, Use iron hammers to strike the enemy painfully. Commanders of the White Tassel regiments: Baidui, Commanders of the Blue Tassel regiments: Datu, Commanders of the Black Tassel regiments: Qindui, You three quickly assemble your troops. In the corner shrouded by the black mountain's shadow, Where the waves of the black sea are churning. The thunder-like fierce general Baideng Guibu, The old demon Jiwu Tuoge, And the poisonous man Lawu Sisi, Are the leaders of the Dragon King regiments, Quickly assemble the water demon troops. Act upon hearing the call, Great generals, heroes who can draw strong bows, First, my son Yula Toju, Second, Shengjiang Lawu Toju, Third, Balin Bawo Toju, Quickly assemble and obey commands. Decisive as a tiger descending the mountain, The Ever-Victorious Army whose arrows never miss, First, Queji Gongga Jinmei, Second, Kalin Kala Maiba, Third, Qimei Jiaduo Nae Bo, You three quickly assemble and obey orders. Poison-arrow archers who can doom strong enemies, First, the youth Dongtong Laren, Second, the warrior Dama Laren, Third, the divine son Angge Laren, Quickly assemble and obey commands. Those who dare to fight the enemy bare-chested, The elder Peigeng Tulu, The middle-ranking Zhaxi Toju, The younger Taqiong Lugu, three in total. Troops as numerous as blades of grass on the ground, Arrows stockpiled beyond counting, There are Busuo Lage Kawa, Yuqing Zari Tuitui, And Jiacha Xidui Rangqie. Upon hearing the shout, Lead all armies to advance together. When tomorrow's sun radiates golden light, Soldiers must fill the plains, Warhorses must fill the valleys, The Great King's command is like a collapsing snow mountain, It cannot be disobeyed, remember clearly. After singing, King Sadan gnashed his teeth until they crackled, his beard bristled wildly, and his eyes blazed with sparks. The Minister of Internal Affairs, Xieqin Baidui, thought to himself: "The king's wisdom was once like the sun rising in a cloudless sky—clear and bright, and he greatly respected others. He especially treasured my counsel. But since last year, the king's mind has been like a prayer flag blown by the wind, wavering and uncertain. He listens to no one else's words; reasoning spoken to him seems blown away by the wind beyond the clouds. He often angrily rebukes his ministers, subjects, even the queen and princes. Now, without reason, he is mobilizing a great army to provoke disaster. This is truly an ominous sign! The king is currently enraged; if I alone advise him against mobilizing troops, he will absolutely not listen. Better to wait for the right moment." Baidui Opposing King Sardan's Seizure Of The Salt Sea The next day, the Jiang people gathered as if from a single point, quickly assembling in the great square outside the royal city's "Jade Dragon Precious Dew City" gate. King Sadan arrived at the assembly and took his seat on the central tiger-skin throne. The three major officers of the Jiang army's vanguard, center, and rear guard, along with internal and external ministers, sat in rows on either side of the king's throne according to their rank. Once everyone was seated, Minister of Internal Affairs Baidui faithfully recounted the king's plans and deployments to the assembled crowd. Then, facing the king, he said: "Your Majesty has always shown me great favor, granting me the highest seat when seated, bestowing upon me the swift Windchaser steed when I travel, and giving me various accolades daily. I hold your great kindness in my heart. Therefore, for any counsel beneficial to the king and the state, whether the king wishes to hear it or not, this old minister must still present it." He then sang: Though the song I sing may not sound pleasant, Unpleasant loyal advice benefits the state. The golden sunlight upon the golden throne, Is now shrouded by angry dark clouds. Such terrifying words have actually been spoken; Can the boundary walls of Jiang's territory, Encircle the vast northern Salt Sea? To mobilize troops to kill the enemy. The king's words cannot be changed, Who dares speak when the king rages in fury? We can only summon the nation's soldiers and people. Whether the king's command is suitable or not, Let all officials and people consider it together. If the king's command contains error, Everyone should advise without fear. Now the plan is to send troops to seize the Salt Sea, This plan brings more peril than gain and should be abandoned. When officials' power is great, if they do not restrain themselves, Most will later be crushed by formidable enemies. The Salt Sea of the Twelve Goddess Protectors, It originally belongs to Ling Gabu. Gesar is the master of the Salt Sea, He is a celestial god descended to earth, why make an enemy of him? His head touches the celestial realm, He is the son of the gods of the Thirty-Three Heavens. His waist touches the realm of space, He is the nephew of the fierce deity Nianqing Gezuo. His heels tread the dragon palace realm, He is the grandson of Dragon King Zuna Rinchen. Eighty great adepts are his comrades, The prosperous sacred land of Lingga is his domain. Great King, you are a伟人 skilled in planning, You and I alike must experience the changes of the human world. We, your assembled ministers and people, Hope to hear your nectar-like words, Hope your words accord with our hearts' desire. May your face, like the full moon on the fifteenth, Forever radiate bright light. May your body, majestic as Mount Meru, Forever sit firmly upon the golden throne. To quench your thirst, you have delicious nectar, To satisfy hunger, you have fine delicacies. Your belly is already filled with a hundred flavors, Why must you seize salt by force? Golden plates hold a hundred kinds of fruit, Why demand the fruit of sin? After Minister Baidui finished singing, no one at the assembly uttered a word. Everyone looked at each other in silence. King Sadan was now very displeased; his face, once like the bright fifteenth moon, suddenly clouded over. Glaring at everyone, he roared uncontrollably: "Ministers, you have all heard! Minister Baidui says preserving one's own power is the best policy. It sounds reasonable, but I refuse to be a timid, cowering person. How can the Salt Sea of the Twelve Goddesses be called the land of that scoundrel Joru? Who granted it to him? I absolutely disagree with such talk! I, King Sadan, also descended from the divine realm. Though Joru is a formidable enemy, how can he compare to me? The world says Joru's abilities are strong, but I, Sadan, must compete with him! This time, if I do not seize the finest seasoning from the land of Ling, I will never rest. All ministers, say no more. You must act according to my command, unified in action!" Upon hearing this, the ministers dared not speak. Just as silence prevailed, Prince Yula Toju rose from his seat, approached the king, knelt, and reported: "Minister Baidui is truly confused. The salt lands of northern Markang should originally be communal, only they were seized by the Ling Kingdom. The Jiang Kingdom rightly should send troops to take them. Father, you are the savior of the people, the god Indra descended to be lord of men. Celestial gods, fierce deities, and dragon gods are your backing. Your reputation shines like pure gold; your ideals can become reality. Your single-minded desire to seize the finest seasoning accords with the prophecy of the gods. I wish to be the pillar of the state, to dedicate my strength to fulfilling my father's wish. If I am chosen among the many, I will go without hesitation. If I cannot obtain the finest seasoning, I would be unworthy of being called your son!" Meanwhile, the king's elderly mother, Queen Dowager Chijiang Jimu, also heard that the king intended to mobilize a great army against Ling. She believed this was the beginning of an ominous portent. Regardless of what prophecy any deity delivered, regardless of what divination any fortune-teller cast, it would ultimately yield no good result. Besides, though salt is a fine seasoning, didn't past generations manage without it? Why must we seize it from others now? The king's thinking is like demanding rabbits grow horns or forcing frogs to grow fur—it cannot be done. If the king's notion of invading others is not dispelled, it will bring endless calamity to Jiang. Thinking this, the Queen Dowager immediately left her chambers to speak to the king: "King, have you lost your senses? In this peaceful time, with no one contending for your throne, why must you stir up trouble in all directions, inviting disaster? Invading another country is absolutely not to be done. Remember the ancient teaching: 'A sheep seeking death goes before the wolf's den; a man seeking death takes up arms against others.' These words are utterly true. Please, King and ministers, think carefully, think thrice before acting!" Queen Jiangsa Namu Dissuade The send troops No matter how his mother admonished him, King Sadan's resolve to campaign against Ling was firm. Abandoning his usual deference to his mother, he sternly said: "This king's state affairs are this king's own concern. When is it your women's turn to point and comment?" Seeing she could not persuade King Sadan, the Queen Dowager helplessly returned to her chambers. She then summoned the queen, Jiangsa Namu, to have her dissuade her husband; perhaps that would still work. Receiving the Queen Dowager's decree, Namu hurried to persuade the king: "Great King, loving war often leads to death in battle; loving victory often leads to many defeats. Others' lands cannot be occupied; unreasonable deeds cannot be done. Jiang's land is vast, its wealth abundant. There is plenty of grain, meat, and fruit. You and your ministers cannot finish it all. Do not invade other countries and provoke disaster." Minister Baidui also strongly agreed with Queen Namu's words, advising the king to act cautiously to avoid provoking disaster and future regret. However, the old general Qula Genbao did not care for the queen and minister's words. Stroking his white beard, he said in a lecturing tone: "Our Purple Jiang Kingdom is renowned throughout the world, with vast armies and many generals. King Sadan is wise and brave. That Salt Sea should rightfully belong to our Jiang Kingdom. Now, going to seize it—what disaster could there be? Great King, have no doubts, quickly dispatch the troops!" Seeing she could not persuade King Sadan, Queen Namu turned to persuade Prince Yula. It must be known that Prince Yula was the darling of the palace's noblewomen, especially his birth mother, Queen Jiangsa, who regarded Prince Yula as more precious than her own eyeballs and heart. With tears in her eyes, she gently said to the prince: "Yula, my beloved son, how can you, so young, go to the battlefield? You are still small, your body not fully grown, a hero's tiger courage not yet fully formed. You cannot casually go to the front lines. If anything were to happen to you, how could your mother live on in this world?!" The prince, eager to campaign and achieve, yet unwilling to anger his mother, deliberately said: "Mother, being the vanguard is Father King's appointment. You should first persuade Father King." "My son, if you listen to your mother, go before your father the King and ask for leave. If your father does not permit it, offer gifts in exchange. Offer a herd of thousand-mile steeds, offer a herd of sika deer, offer a herd of yaks and sheep—your father is sure to be pleased. If your father still does not consent, then ask him for goods: ask for nine hundred treasuries of gold and silver, ask for nine hundred treasuries of silk and satin, ask also for nine masters of the law, and ask for three great heroes. If these requests are not granted, my son, you absolutely must not go to the battlefield." Hearing his mother speak such words, Prince Yula was somewhat displeased. How could he casually reach out to his father the King and ask for things? Moreover, going to war was what he was most happy and willing to do! It seemed explaining things clearly to his mother was necessary. Yula thought for a moment and spoke to his mother thus: "Ah, Mother, I am not like ordinary children. When your child was three years old, I was already hailed as a hero; now at five years old, I am a great hero. My left hand can seize lightning, my right hand can topple stone mountains; one roar surpasses the cry of the blue dragon, one shout shakes louder than heavenly thunder." Seeing tears in his mother's eyes, Yula's heart softened: "Ah, Mother, how could your child forget your nurturing grace? Your child fights enemies like a fierce tiger, yet before his parents, he is like a servant. Your son goes on campaign to seize the salt lake, and it is likewise an act of filial piety to his parents, defending the country and protecting our homeland. Only thus is one a true man. Mother, please do not be saddened; no matter what else is said, you cannot keep me." Although Yula was clearly following his father the King's command to seize the Ling Kingdom's salt lake, he spoke of defending the country and homeland. Disregarding his mother's strenuous attempts to dissuade him, he donned his small red robe embroidered with coiling dragons, fastened his green waist sash, pulled on his black satin boots, tied his multi-colored boot straps, mounted his chestnut steed with the blue mane, and together with Qula and Tsa Makyi, each leading one hundred and twenty vanguard cavalry, rode off into the distance. Consort Jiangsa Namu watched as the prince galloped away, unable to hold back her tears.

After Joru tamed the thousand-mile divine steed, Jiangga Peibu, the three of them immediately set off to return to their lodging. Zumu, after praising the divine horse, firmly believed that it would win the horse race and that Joru would undoubtedly become her husband. Because of this, she began treating Joru and Guomu like family, feeling assured that her future was secure. 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 18: Testing Zumu's Affection with an Illusion, Confirming True Intentions to Grant the Saddle and Bridle for the Divine Horse Joru Tames the Horse and Teases Zumu After Joru tamed the thousand-mile divine steed, Jang Gapeibu, the three of them immediately set off to return to their lodging. Zumu, after praising the divine horse, firmly believed that it would win the horse race and that Joru would undoubtedly become her husband. Because of this, she began treating Joru and Guomu like family, feeling assured that her future was secure. The three should have returned home peacefully and without issue, but Joru suddenly thought about Zumu’s past relationship with the handsome youth of Jaga. This stirred irritation in his heart. Seeing Zumu’s cheerful and excited demeanor, Joru couldn’t help but feel the urge to test and tease her. Joru said to Zumu: "Although the thousand-mile horse has been captured, it hasn’t been fully trained yet, and it’s still without a saddle or bridle. If I ride it now, I could fall and die. If I die, wouldn’t that be your fault, Zumu? I think it’s better for my mother to lead the horse from behind while you and I go ahead. But if you ride your horse while I walk with a stick, I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep up with you!" Zumu trusted Joru completely and never suspected that he was teasing her. "Alright then," said Joru, as he casually mounted Zumu’s mule, Tromu. He rode ahead leisurely, swaying back and forth, while Zumu followed on foot without a single complaint. Joru’s Trick with the Demon Deer As they walked, a deer appeared on a nearby mountain, peeking at them. Pretending not to see it, Joru whispered to Zumu: "That creature is the demon deer, Pengla Ruoqiong, from the Yin Mountain. It’s eyeing us. Sing a song to distract it—it can understand songs. While it listens, I’ll use a rope to capture it." Zumu looked at the deer and noticed it was different from ordinary ones. Suspicion crept into her mind: "Could this be one of Joru’s tricks? How could there be a deer on such a mountain? Even if there is one, catching it shouldn’t be difficult. Why does he insist that I sing?" However, since Joru had asked, she couldn’t refuse. After a moment of thought, Zumu began to sing: "On the mountain path of the Yin Mountain, Stands a demon deer. It wants to leave but cannot, Joru has already set his sights on it. I, Zumu, think of its musk and venison." Before Zumu could finish her song, Joru had already lassoed the deer’s neck. However, the deer was surprisingly strong. It dragged Joru forward and charged straight at Zumu. The rope in Joru’s hand tangled around Zumu, and she struggled to free herself. Zumu Kills the Deer In desperation, Zumu grabbed a stone and struck the deer once. To her surprise, the deer collapsed instantly and died. Zumu was startled and couldn’t believe her eyes. She thought to herself: "How did such a large deer die from just one hit? How could I, a young woman, have the strength to kill it with a single blow? Seeing the deer dead, Joru became upset. He said, "Zumu, subduing this demon deer was my responsibility. Why did you kill it first? You even said you were thinking about its musk and meat. I didn’t expect such a beautiful woman to be so greedy and materialistic. The people of Ling Gabu clearly don’t know the real you. I’ll make sure to tell them about your flaws." Zumu Agrees to Joru’s Request "Joru, please don’t say such things. Killing the deer wasn’t my intention, but now that the demon deer is dead, what do you want me to do?" Zumu wasn’t afraid of hardship or death, but she feared losing her reputation. She thought, My good name has already spread across Ling. How can I allow Joru to ruin it by exposing my flaws? Joru noticed Zumu’s fear of losing her reputation and took advantage of the moment to make a request. "Well, in that case, if you agree to do something for me, I’ll keep this a secret." "Tell me," Zumu replied. "As long as it’s something I can do, I promise to agree." "This is a very simple matter for you," Joru said. "I need you to borrow two treasures from your father’s treasury. The first is the golden bridle, called ‘Wish-Fulfilling Jewel,’ and the second is the golden whip, called ‘May All Be Accomplished.’ These two items will perfectly equip the divine horse for the race." "Joru, I agree," Zumu said. She knew that taking these two beloved treasures from her father’s treasury wouldn’t be an easy task. However, for the sake of her reputation and Joru’s victory, she felt she had no choice. She believed her father would eventually agree. The two of them stopped speaking and continued walking in silence. When they reached a place near Magaling Lalonggongma, Joru suddenly began hitting Zumu’s mule, Tromu, with his stick for no apparent reason. Tromu, never having been subjected to such harsh treatment, panicked. The mule reared up on its hind legs, then bolted forward in a frenzy, quickly disappearing over a mountain pass and leaving Zumu far behind. Zumu’s Shock and Fear Zumu was heartbroken and distressed to see Joru beating her beloved mule, Tromu. She was about to stop him when the mule suddenly disappeared over the mountain pass, out of sight. Zumu ran as fast as she could to catch up. When she finally crossed the mountain pass, she was met with a horrifying sight that froze her in place. Joru’s head was lying next to a rock, staring wide-eyed at the sky. A short distance away, an arm, still clad in a robe sleeve, hung from a small tree. Not far from the tree, a booted leg was lying on the ground. Scattered across the area were Joru’s entrails—his flesh and organs were a bloody mess. The gruesome scene was unbearable to look at. Zumu had never seen such a horrifying sight in her life. She was so afraid of blood that she couldn’t even watch animals being slaughtered at home. Just moments ago, Joru had been alive, asking her for the bridle and whip, and now he was in pieces. What had happened? Zumu turned her head and saw that Tromu was standing nearby, covered in sweat. One of Joru’s legs was hanging from the stirrup. Terrified, Zumu looked around for Guomu, but there was no sign of her. Despite her fear, Zumu forced herself to remain calm. She collected Joru’s head, arm, and leg, and placed them together. However, no matter how much she tried to close Joru’s wide-open eyes, they wouldn’t shut. She remembered hearing from elders that people who die with unresolved matters are unable to close their eyes in death. "Joru," Zumu said, tears streaming down her face, "I know you couldn’t rest in peace because your great ambitions were unfulfilled. This is why you can’t close your eyes. It’s all my fault. I didn’t stay close enough to you. It’s my Tromu’s fault for running too fast. But why, Joru—why did you beat my poor Tromu so harshly?" Zumu’s Grief and Decision As Zumu carefully arranged Joru’s body, she couldn’t stop blaming herself. Joru’s unblinking eyes seemed to stare directly at her, as if accusing her. Zumu thought, People say that the dead shouldn’t be allowed to see the affairs of the living. I can’t let Joru’s open eyes follow him to the underworld. With no other choice, Zumu sprinkled a handful of ash into Joru’s eyes and used white stones to build a small grave for him. After burying Joru, Zumu knelt before the grave and began to cry uncontrollably. "Joru," she sobbed, "I, Zumu, thought that with the divine horse and its saddle and bridle, you would win the horse race and secure a future for me. Now I see that in this life, your great ambitions will never be fulfilled. Since you’ve passed away, what’s the point of me living in this world? Joru, if your spirit resides in the heavens, please wait for me. If we can’t be husband and wife in this life, we’ll reunite in the afterlife." Zumu Attempts to Sacrifice Herself After crying her heart out, Zumu mounted her mule, Tromu, and headed toward the poisonous waters of the Black Sea. When she reached the shore, she dismounted, clasped her hands together in prayer, and looked to the heavens. "May the heavens bless me, Zumu, and Joru’s soul, so that we may ascend together to the Pure Land of the West," she prayed. After finishing her prayer, Zumu prepared to leap into the turbulent black waters. The waves surged violently, roaring as though they wanted to swallow everything in their path. Zumu covered her eyes with her sleeve, squeezed her legs against Tromu’s sides, and urged the mule forward into the sea. But to her surprise, Tromu refused to leap forward. Instead, the mule backed away, as though something was pulling it away from the water. Zumu thought, Could it be that Tromu doesn’t want to follow me into death? Well, if that’s the case, I’ll let Tromu return by itself. At least it can take the news to Guomu. Zumu patted Tromu’s neck and said, "Tromu, my beloved mule. If you don’t wish to follow me, then return to Ling Mingbu. Now that Joru is dead, I, Zumu, no longer wish to live in this world. My heart and Joru’s are united, in life and in death. He has already gone ahead to the Pure Land, and I, Zumu, must follow him. My wish will be fulfilled, and though death is painful, it is also a blessing. Tromu, I hope you return safely, and I wish my father and mother health and happiness." Hearing Zumu’s heartfelt words, Tromu retreated even farther. Zumu, puzzled by the mule’s behavior, dismounted. When she looked back, she was shocked to see Joru standing behind Tromu, holding onto its tail. Zumu let out a startled cry and fell to the ground in disbelief. Realizing that this was all one of Joru’s tricks, Zumu couldn’t help but burst into laughter through her tears. Joru Teases Zumu Further Joru, seeing Zumu laugh, grinned mischievously and said, "Ah! What a fine Sangjang Zumu! There’s a saying: ‘The stag cries when it’s overwhelmed with joy, The owl laughs when it’s in unbearable pain, The old wolf worries about meat when it’s too full.’ “So, Sangjang Zumu, what about you? Are you laughing because your family is wealthy? Or is it because your power and privilege are too burdensome? If not, why were you trying to jump into the Black Sea? If you think dying is more peaceful, why were you so afraid that you covered your eyes? What’s the point of that? Covering your eyes doesn’t block out reality. "The people of Ling Gabu all know that you’re beautiful and kind-hearted, but do they know that you’re afraid of death? I should tell them everything about you." "You—you…!" Zumu stammered, unable to form a response. Joru continued teasing her. "I wasn’t even dead! Yet you filled my eyes with ash and buried me under stones. What was that about?" At first, Zumu didn’t want to respond, but when she heard Joru’s words, she became both angry and flustered. "Joru! How can you say such things? I acted out of good intentions, but now you’re accusing me of being heartless? I thought you were truly dead. I was shocked and scared, which is why I was so grief-stricken. How was I supposed to know that you were playing tricks and teasing me? How can you tell these things to the people of Ling Gabu?" Zumu’s Shame and Confession Joru, seeing Zumu’s reaction, continued teasing her. "It’s just in my nature to joke around and lighten the mood. Don’t take it so seriously. If you don’t want me to tell anyone, I won’t—but you’ll have to lend me two things!" "What do you want?" Zumu asked. "As long as I can do it, I’ll definitely lend it to you." "Of course," Joru replied. "I want the floral-patterned golden saddle from your family, and the square nine-section felt blanket. Only with these two items can I properly decorate my divine steed for the horse race." "Don’t worry, Joru," Zumu said confidently. "I will make sure you get them!" Zumu readily agreed. The two of them continued walking for a while until they reached the Seven Sand Mountains, the very place where Zumu had once met with the Borga, a minister of Jaga. On one of the large stones nearby, there were still clear markings from that encounter. When Zumu saw the stone, her heart raced wildly. She hurriedly urged Joru to keep walking, but Joru insisted that he was tired and wanted to rest for a while. Zumu, unable to push him too hard, reluctantly sat with him, though her heart was filled with unease. Joru leaned against the stone in a casual manner, and his posture was identical to that of the handsome Jaga youth. Zumu’s face turned pale as she began to realize what was happening. Her cheeks flushed red, then turned pale again. She was filled with panic, but Joru seemed entirely unaffected. He appeared calm and even closed his eyes, as though he were about to fall asleep. Zumu, seeing his relaxed demeanor, was slightly relieved. Suddenly, a swarm of tailless rats appeared, squeaking and running around Zumu and Joru. The rats surrounded them, moving chaotically in all directions. One particularly large rat, with a white silk ribbon tied around its neck, stopped in front of them. The ribbon was the very one Zumu had once gifted to Minister Borga. The rat spoke: "I am Tunga Barimi, the Great Minister of the Tailless Rats. Today, I have come to meet Joru. This nine-knotted white silk ribbon was a gift from Zumu to Minister Borga, and it was tied with three vows. The minister gave it to me before he left and asked me to deliver a message to you, Joru." The rat cleared its throat and began to sing: "If you entrust all your wealth to a horse, One day, you’ll be left a beggar. If you give your heart entirely to a woman, One day, you’ll be doomed to loneliness. If you overly cherish the horses you raise, One day, they’ll kick you to the ground. If you love your children too much, One day, they’ll treat you as an enemy. If you hoard food and treasure excessively, One day, your life will be lost for it. If you believe too strongly in a woman’s chastity, One day, you’ll find yourself betrayed. Zumu, with beauty but no sense, Fluctuates like the weather—hot one day, cold the next. A woman like this, used as a wager, Will surely lead Joru astray." After finishing the song, the rat threw the white ribbon toward Joru and scurried into a nearby hole. The rest of the rats quickly disappeared along with it. Zumu’s Humble Plea and Joru’s Forgiveness Joru looked at Zumu’s pale face and, feeling triumphant, said, "Ah! I thought I knew the kind of person you were, but who would’ve guessed that you’d do something so scandalous? I’m sure that rat wasn’t lying. Let’s head home, and we’ll talk more about this there." With that, Joru tucked the white ribbon into his robe, stood up, and walked away. Zumu was so frightened and ashamed that she didn’t even have the strength to explain herself. She couldn’t think of any justification for her actions. Her mind was in complete turmoil, tangled like an unsolvable ball of thread. With no other choice, she silently followed behind Joru, leaving her fate entirely in his hands. As they continued walking, they approached the spot where Zumu had encountered the black figure and the black horse earlier. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a bee humming. The buzzing sound was soft and melodious, gradually becoming clearer. To Zumu’s surprise, the bee began to speak. "Joru," the bee said, "do you see the golden ring on that flower over there? That’s the ring Zumu gave to Bari Nima Genzan, as a keepsake. I stole it for you." Joru immediately walked over to the flower, picked up the ring, and held it up to the sunlight. The golden ring sparkled brightly in the light. "Ah," Joru said smugly, "it really is a Gyalo family ring. This golden ring would look better on your hand, Sangjang Zumu. But how could you simply give it away so easily?" Holding the ring, Joru walked straight to Zumu and held it up to her. "Zumu, isn’t this ring yours?" Zumu’s Shame and Confession Zumu was so ashamed that she didn’t have the strength to reply. She simply lowered her head in silence, unable to meet Joru’s gaze. Joru sighed dramatically and said, "You, the beautiful and renowned Sangjang Zumu, famous across all of Ling Gabu, have managed to create so many shameful incidents just on this short journey. Who knows how much more trouble you’ll stir up in your lifetime? I must report this to the Chief Steward and Gyatsa and also tell your father. What kind of upbringing did he give you to make you so bold and reckless?" At that moment, everything became clear to Zumu. The black figure, the handsome youth, the tailless rats, and even the bee—all of them were transformations created to test her. She realized how shallow and naive she had been, unable to distinguish truth from illusion. Her actions, born of ignorance, had disappointed Joru deeply. Thinking of her past interactions with Minister Borga and her flirtatious behavior, Zumu was overcome with shame. Tears streamed down her face as she fell to her knees before Joru. "Joru, my most honorable and wise Joru," she pleaded, "please listen to my confession with compassion: 'To sin unknowingly is the nature of sentient beings. To sin knowingly is to stray from the Buddha’s teachings.' "In the past, I acted out of ignorance and made mistakes. Now I understand them, and I deeply regret my actions. "I was wrong to be captivated by the guest from Mayulongdo, Minister Borga. I was wrong to fail to distinguish truth from illusion in the rainbow of your transformations. I was wrong to let my restless heart and wild thoughts lead me astray. In my delusions, it was your bridle that kept me from falling. "My mind, like a wild elephant, ran rampant in the past. From now on, I vow to follow your heart unwaveringly. "I, Zumu, make this solemn pledge to you now and also offer my blessings: First, may your wisdom be as vast as the ocean. Second, may you never abandon or despise me. Third, may you display your power and ascend the throne as king. Fourth, may the people of Ling Gabu live in happiness and prosperity." Zumu’s Redemption and the Divine Horse’s Preparation Zumu, overwhelmed with shame, hung her head low, unable to respond to Joru. Her silence only seemed to encourage him, and he sighed dramatically. "You, the beautiful and renowned Sangjang Zumu, praised across all of Ling Gabu, have already caused so much scandal just on this short journey with me. Who knows how much more trouble you’ll stir up in your lifetime? I must report this to the Chief Steward, Gyatsa, and your father. How has he raised you to become so bold and reckless?" At this moment, everything became clear to Zumu. The black figure, the handsome youth, the tailless rats, and even the bee—all of them were transformations created to test her. She realized how shallow and naive she had been, unable to distinguish truth from illusion. Her actions had disappointed Joru deeply. Thinking of her past with Minister Borga and her flirtatious behavior, Zumu became even more ashamed. Tears streamed down her face as she fell to her knees before Joru. "Joru," she pleaded, "O honorable and wise Joru, please listen to my confession with compassion: 'To sin unknowingly is the nature of sentient beings. To sin knowingly is to stray from the teachings of the Buddha.' "In my ignorance, I made many mistakes in the past. Today, I finally understand and deeply regret my actions. I was wrong to be captivated by the guest from Mayulongdo, Minister Borga. I was wrong to fail to distinguish between truth and illusion in the rainbow of your transformations. I was wrong to let my restless heart and wild thoughts lead me astray. In my delusions, it was your guidance, your bridle, that kept me from falling. "My mind, like a wild elephant, ran rampant in the past. From now on, I vow to follow your heart unwaveringly. I, Zumu, make this solemn pledge to you now and also offer my blessings: First, may your wisdom be as vast as the ocean. Second, may you never abandon or despise me. Third, may you display your power and ascend to the throne as king. Fourth, may the people of Ling Gabu live in happiness and peace." Joru, hearing Zumu’s heartfelt confession, was secretly pleased, but he maintained a calm demeanor. He said, "What you’ve said is not bad. Recognizing your mistakes and correcting them leads to true virtue. My heart, Joru’s heart, is free from illusions, and your heart, Zumu, is now free from errors. Errors and illusions must be clearly distinguished. Errors will vanish, just like a rainbow fades after the rain." Hearing these words, Zumu realized that Joru had forgiven her. Her heart filled with joy, and she became even more certain that Joru was her destined husband—there could be no other. At that moment, Guomu arrived, leading the thousand-mile divine steed, Jang Gapeibu. Seeing the divine horse, Zumu immediately thought of something. She turned to Joru with a smile and said, "You don’t need to say a word—I’ll make sure to get you the whip and bridle to complete the set for your divine horse." Joru couldn’t help but laugh, his face lighting up with joy. Zumu, too, smiled brightly, her face glowing like a blooming flower. Even Guomu, who didn’t quite understand what had just happened, couldn’t help but smile when she saw how happy Joru and Zumu looked.