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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 70 Dispel Nightmares And Seek Peace And Tranquility Ominous Dreams And Rising Tensions In The Jiang Kingdom At this time, within the palace of the Jiang Kingdom, everyone was filled with doubt and suspicion. Ministers from both inside and outside the court had gathered before King Sadan. Sentries and hundred-legged centipedes guarded the four gates of the royal city, the "Jade Dragon Precious Dew City." All the kingdom's strategists deliberated on state affairs day and night. Unfavorable news kept arriving from outside, putting everyone on edge. Particularly worrying was the fact that Yula, Jiwu, Zhuzha, and the others sent out earlier had not returned, causing even greater anxiety. All the Jiang people had no choice but to assemble before the palace as ordered by the king. Ministers like Qula, Caima Keji, and Baidui stood guard before the king all day long. Recently, the king's temper had become vastly different from before, extremely irritable, and he did nothing but reprimand his ministers and subjects. Though various bad tidings came from outside, the ministers dared not report them to the king. One day, the king said: "Ministers inside and outside the court, especially Qula, Caima Keji, and Baidui, listen: Yula Toju and the others have been on their campaign for many days now. To this day, they have not returned, nor have we received any news. I do not know the reason. Now, I need to dispatch you three officers and your respective troops to go and investigate clearly. Only then can I, your King, be at ease." Hearing this, all the ministers remained silent. The three appointed officers—Lawu, Balin, and Shengjiang—stood up and said in unison: "The king's command is like an arrow shot; wherever it points, we shall go. We three will certainly carry out the king's orders!" At this moment, Queen Jiangsa Namu thought to herself: Since Yula and the others departed on their campaign, I have had various ominous signs in my dreams. The king and his ministers are skilled at interpreting such dream omens for good or ill. I should report the contents of my dreams to the king. So she said: "King, ministers, and all subjects, please reconsider carefully. The three men sent earlier have not yet returned, and now you wish to send three more to investigate. Is this course of action appropriate? Recently, I have experienced some signs in my dreams. I do not know if they portend good or ill fortune. Please analyze these dream omens!" With that, she sang a gentle song: This year's warfare is truly most inauspicious, We have lost much and gained very little. Especially with Yula and his vanguard, Their departure bore ill omens from the start. I advised against it repeatedly, but it was not heeded, Alas, not listening to counsel brings only distress. Now you wish to send Lawu and the other two, And these three also wish to go and win merit. I dreamed I stood atop a mountain in the east, The treasure in my hand melted under the blazing sun. The lofty snow-capped mountain also melted away, I know not if this is an omen good or ill? A white man came from Lingga, Riding a white horse, with the bearing of a deity. He came before the gate of the "Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace," And fiercely struck his spear three times—thud, thud, thud! When he brandished his long spear thrice, The great mountains shook, the very earth trembled; The "Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace" turned to ruins, I know not if this is an omen good or ill? I also dreamed of a yellow man on a yellow horse, Wielding a long yellow spear in his hand. He came to the gate of the "Jinzong Castle," Always pacing back and forth, never stopping. When he circled three times to the right, The palace was instantly turned upside down. When he circled three times to the left, Wild grass instantly grew upon the ruins. I also dreamed of a blue man on a blue horse, Wielding a long blue spear in his hand. He strode before the walls of "Kajizong" city, Always pacing back and forth, never stopping. When he circled three times to the right, The protective walls of "Kajizong" instantly collapsed on both sides. When he circled three times to the left, Wild hares instantly ran upon the ruins. I also dreamed of a red man on a red horse, Wielding a long red spear in his hand. He came to the gate of "Zema Angzong" city, Always pacing back and forth, never stopping. This man gnashed his teeth and roared three times, And "Zema Angzong" instantly collapsed from its foundations. This man stamped his feet and kicked his legs thrice, And ghostly wails instantly rose from the ruins. I also dreamed of a maiden carrying a bronze mirror, Adorned with a lovely floral wreath upon her head. Riding a three-legged mule, She came coquettishly to the gate of "Kalong Yuzong." First, she wantonly sprinkled water at the gate, Then she scattered barley all over the ground. She brandished the shining bronze mirror in her hand, And facing the mirror, she burst into wild laughter. I also saw before the gate of "Nima Dongdan Yan" city, A golden pagoda, one finger's height. Its spire emitted a dazzling golden light, A sea of people crowded around it to look. The treasure atop the royal palace castle, Suddenly vanished along with the golden light. The onlookers scattered like stars in an instant, The square instantly fell deathly quiet. I also saw in a grassland of thousand-petaled lotuses, A high seat stood empty. People said the seat was reserved for the Jiang fledgling, A tiger cub would perform meritorious deeds for the lion. I also saw at the foot of a pristine snow-capped mountain, At the corner of the "Banma Dongdan" pasture, Many riders sang and danced, Everyone was overjoyed and merry. On the mountain to the right was a tiger cub, Opening its huge mouth, leaping and bounding; It devoured the warhorse ridden by Qula, I know not if this dream is good or bad? On the mountain to the left was a black bear cub, Opening its huge mouth, pausing and running; It devoured the fine steed of Caima Keji, I know not if this dream is good or bad? On the central snow mountain was a little lion, Opening its huge mouth, baring its teeth and claws. It devoured the flying steed ridden by the king, I know not if this dream is good or bad? From the front charged forth a wild yak calf, Opening its huge mouth, bellowing loudly, It devoured the king's soul-binding black bear, I know not if this dream is good or bad? From behind crept out a little jackal, Opening its huge mouth, searching for food, It devoured the mount beneath Baideng, I know not if this dream is good or bad? From mid-air descended a ball of fire, Fierce flames instantly lit up the sky; The golden pagoda was melted by the fire, I know not if this dream is good or bad? I also dreamed a rainbow shone upon Jiang land, A wondrous illusion made the rivers and mountains more beautiful, I, along with my little daughter Pema Chuzhen, Were taken away to settle in a foreign land. Are these dream omens good or bad? Each time I speak of them, Jiangsa's heart aches. Let me speak a word of truth from my heart, Even good dreams will not last long. This year has been long since it began, Never has there been the slightest good omen, Because the Jiang Kingdom sent men to provoke war, The king's power and prestige have suffered repeated losses. Hereafter, bad omens will come one after another, The white snow on high mountains will melt into surging waves, The flowing water in the valleys will freeze and cease, Cliffs will crumble, and gales will rise from level ground. Whether these dream omens are auspicious or ill is hard to foresee, I earnestly request the king and ministers to ponder deeply. Do not act in ways that will lead to regret, Lest you be left with distress after the deed is done. The Queen Mother's Dire Interpretation and the King's Dismissal After Jiangsa finished singing this song recounting the dream omens, the king and all the ministers were greatly shocked. They stared wide-eyed, speechless. At this time, the elite among Jiang women—the Queen Mother Chijiang Jimu—remembered clearly the dream details sung by Jiangsa Namu. She sensed the various inauspicious signs in the dreams, and particularly from the perspective of celestial timing and terrestrial advantages, she felt this year would bring no good fortune. She believed it necessary to properly analyze Jiangsa Namu's dreams, then advise the king to halt the military campaign and cease hostilities to avoid disaster. So she said: "King and all ministers, brave warriors of all tribes adorned in red and green, your wisdom is as clear as the sun in the sky. There is no need for an old, muddle-headed woman like me to point things out. Jiangsa Namu's dreams are inauspicious. Our purple Jiang Kingdom launched an unjust war against Lingga, and from the start gained no benefit. Now we are at a critical juncture of survival. If we can see the precipice and rein in the horse, turn back to avoid disaster, we can still prevent greater losses." Although Queen Mother Chijiang Jimu patiently explained Jiangsa Namu's dream omens to the king and spoke many words hoping for a cessation of hostilities, King Sadan would not listen at all. He did not even glance her way and said impatiently: "Women have long hair but short sight; sharp tongues but much nonsense; their words are of little use. The grand strategies in my, the great king's, heart cannot be fathomed by women. Old mother, you'd better close your mouth and rest." Just as the king would not heed the old mother's advice at all, Minister Baidui could not help but offer his counsel: "Your Majesty, currently, in every aspect, many inauspicious signs have appeared. Especially the three men dispatched a few days ago—their fate corresponds to Jiangsa's dreams. Now, the Queen Mother has clearly interpreted the various dream omens. Yula and the other three have not returned for many days; this surely bodes ill rather than well. If we now send Lawu and the other two along with troops, it will only provide enjoyment for the Ling people and bring no other benefit whatsoever. While a hero's spirit is precious, recklessness is not a good thing. I hope you will temporarily halt the invading army; three thousand troops should not march afar again. Previously, we dispatched generals and an army; we should now inquire whether they still survive. We could send three men ahead to scout, but there is no need to send a large army to invade. Whether sent into deep valleys or atop mountains, they must not be timid or fearful. Before the three men sent out return, the troops within the kingdom must maintain strict vigilance. If the enemy dares to invade, the men of Jiang should charge forward. If this is correct, Your Majesty and ministers, please adopt it. If it is wrong, I will waste no more words." After Minister Xieqin Baidui offered his counsel, Princess Pema Chuzhen thought: Minister Baidui's words are very reasonable. We still do not know the fate of the men and horses sent out a few days ago, and now we wish to dispatch troops again. This is very unwise. Whether Father King listens or not, I should also offer a few words of advice. Even if Father King does not listen, at least there will be no regret later. So the princess presented tea and wine to the king and the ministers, saying: "I respectfully inform Father King, the words spoken by Minister Baidui just now are all reasonable. Father King should heed them. In the past, strategies have always come from Baidui, and the regime has never suffered defeat. The capable man Lawu Sisi the Poison Child, the fierce general Balin Bawo Toju, and the young lord Shengjiang Lawu Toju—these three need not be sent to the front again. Although these three are brave and capable, they still cannot compare to Gesar in prowess." After Princess Pema Chuzhen finished speaking, no one else said anything. Minister Baidui seized the moment to advise once more: "Please, Your Majesty, keep the princess's good words in mind. When planting a tree, one must consider the fruit; when undertaking an action, one must consider the consequences." The King's Fury and Unwavering Resolve After hearing the princess's and the minister's counsel, King Sadan was very displeased and said angrily: "Silence! Has the minister gone mad? No matter what, such spineless words must never be spoken! How can my daughter Pema Chuzhen's timid words be considered reliable! Daughter, if your dream omens prove true, the consequences will only fall upon your own head. You go and dispel them yourself!" The king then turned to the assembled ministers and generals and declared with full confidence: "What is so remarkable about that so-called Great Lion King? Why should we fear him and bow our knees? Though some say Gesar is the most heroic, I will not be frightened and lie prostrate on the ground. Though the Ling troops are very fierce, the great army of Sadan will surely seize victory. Though the warhorses of Ling are swift runners, the warhorses of Jiang will surely win the pennant. You need not harbor fear in your hearts. The three brave men I named earlier, if they dare to go, should set out immediately. If they encounter the enemy army or scouting parties, they must whip their horses and return to report. They must not delay in the slightest. If they miss the military situation, they will be beheaded!" King Sadan's command left all the ministers and the people of the Jiang tribes with troubled expressions. No one dared to offer further counsel. The Reluctant Departure of the Three Warriors The three men obeyed the order and prepared to depart. They saw the Poison Child Lawu Sisi, riding a yellow mule horse, emerge from the dark, dense ranks; Shengjiang Lawu Toju, riding a dapple-gray white-backed horse, emerge from the neat, orderly ranks; and Balin Bawo Toju, riding a waterbird-like flying horse, emerge from the thick, crowded ranks. Each led a thousand troops and set out from the eastern gate of the royal palace. The tribespeople all came to see them off. The heroes escorted them for stretch after stretch, finding it hard to part. Some used sorrowful words, hoping for a swift reunion. The three men whipped their horses and set off on the road.

Traditional Tibetan clothing varies by region, climate, and occasion, but here are the core ideas in a clear, simple overview: General Features : 1) A long robe called a *chuba* that can be worn belted and often with one shoulder exposed.  2) Thick materials (usually wool or sheepskin) because of the cold climate.   3) Brightly colored fabrics and decorative borders for festivals and special occasions.   Yong's Gallery - Tibetan Clothing Traditional Tibetan clothing Traditional Tibetan clothing varies by region, climate, and occasion, but here are the core ideas in a clear, simple overview: General Features - A long robe called a *chuba* that can be worn belted and often with one shoulder exposed. - Thick materials (usually wool or sheepskin) because of the cold climate. - Brightly colored fabrics and decorative borders for festivals and special occasions. - Heavy jewelry made of silver, coral, turquoise, and amber, which symbolize wealth, protection, and good fortune. Materials - Wool, yak hair, or sheepskin for warmth. - Silk or brocade for ceremonial outfits. - Fur used for hats and trim in colder regions. Women’s Clothing - A long-sleeved *chuba or dress-style robe. - An apron-like striped garment called a *pangden* (worn by married women). - Elaborate jewelry, often in large, structured shapes. - Brightly colored patterns for festivals Men’s Clothing - A simpler chuba, usually darker colors. - Wide leather belts and sometimes a decorative dagger sheath. - Boots with upturned toes. Regional Variations - Central Tibet (Lhasa area): more refined silk brocades, elaborate jewelry for women. - Amdo and Kham: heavier fur-lined chubas, tall fur hats. - Nomadic areas: very thick sheepskin robes worn year-round. Symbolism - Colors like red, blue, and green are auspicious. - Turquoise symbolizes the sky and protection. - Coral is associated with vitality and good health.

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 94 Men Army Assaults the Ling Camp; The Great King Spares a Prince and Imprisons Him in Ling King Xinchi's Wrath and the Fierce Assault on the Ling Camps Upon hearing the report from Dawa Chacheng, King Xinchi of the Men Kingdom flew into a rage, declaring, "There will be no peace until our enemies are slain." He immediately ordered his man-eating red demon steed to be saddled, adorned its helmet with a coral crest topped by a silk red banner, donned his great roc coral armor, and fastened a jeweled belt of gold and silver. With a mirror shield on his back surrounded by thirteen golden victory banners, he hung a tiger-skin quiver on his right and a leopard-skin bow case on his left, fully armed with blade, arrow, and spear. Mounting his demon horse, he set off with his four ministers, Chamberlain Gula Tuojie, Dongjiong Dala Chiga, Zhongzanbu Dala Yueba, and the mighty warrior Alu Yuben, racing straight toward the Ling army's main camp. King Xinchi and his four ministers crashed into the eastern camp of Ling, cutting down many of Danma's and Bara's soldiers left and right before surging toward the central camp. There, Bara Senda Adong mounted his snow-white warhorse and galloped forward to block Gula's path. Chamberlain Gula Tuojie nocked an arrow to his jeweled bow and sneered, "You white-robed, white-horsed little man, watch as I loose this arrow and topple you like thunder splitting a white boulder! If I fail, I am no hero!" Without waiting for a reply, he loosed his arrow with a sharp whoosh, striking Bara's white conch shield. The shield shattered into glittering fragments that scattered far and wide. Only thanks to the war god's purple life-protecting garment and the protective blessing of the ten thousand dakinis did Bara escape without injury. Bara Senda Adong burned with fury and roared back, "You've spouted grand words many a time before, but truth and justice stand on our side! Gula, you old dog, I won't waste long-range arrows on you, I'll test your skill with my butcher's great cleaver!" Drawing his massive blade, he charged without hesitation. Chamberlain Gula Tuojie likewise pulled his crescent-moon eight-edged divine saber from its sheath, and the two heroes clashed in a furious three-round duel. Bara's cleaver was razor-sharp, its cold gleam unnerving. Gula's heart quailed, and he hastily reined his horse about and fell back. King Xinchi and Dongjiong then raised their blades together against Bara. At that moment, Chaxiang Danma drew his turquoise-hilted treasure sword and joined the fray, and after four exchanges, the five Men commanders found themselves unable to hold their ground and retreated toward the western camp of the Ling forces. Heroic Stands From the red-tasseled camp burst forth the great general Jiaqing Gama Zhandui, who swiftly barred King Xinchi's path: "You red-robed, red-horsed red dwarf, riding that man-eating demon steed, surely you are King Xinchi of the Men Kingdom? What fortune to meet you today! Long-range arrows or close-quarter lassos, short knives or long spears, choose your weapon, for today I shall settle this with you!" King Xinchi was about to reply when Chamberlain Gula Tuojie wheeled his horse about and hurried over, scoffing, "Enough of your prattle, boy! Today, in this fair Ling camp, dwells the Lion King Gesar himself. If you're a true hero, come out and face him!" Raising his crescent-moon eight-edged divine saber high, he charged at Jiaqing Gama Zhandui and locked in combat for three rounds. Jiaqing Gama Zhandui's strength waned, and he withdrew in defeat. Just then, four young lords, Jiao Aba Seda Wa, Alubasen, the Rong’s son La Guo Benglu, and the Jia’s son Mani Garan, drew their blades and joined forces against Gula. Gula, hard-pressed, swiftly switched to his grey-shafted spear and thrust at each of the four in turn. One thrust pierced Jiao Aba Seda Wa's short spear guard, driving the long shaft through his heart and out his back. Gula hoisted the young lord on his spearpoint and galloped about, shouting in triumph. Then Chaxiang Danma and Bara charged headlong at Gula. Danma loosed an arrow that struck Gula's spear, snapping the shaft so that the spearhead and Jiao Aba Seda Wa's body tumbled to the ground together. Fearing Danma's archery, Gula retreated several paces. The hero Danma then barred the path of King Xinchi and his five ministers, drawing his bow and firing three arrows in succession. The first struck near King Xinchi's vital point, shattering five coral victory banners, yet because the king's merit and lifespan were not yet exhausted, it did not take his life. The second arrow hit the golden-topped white conch faceplate of Gula's roan charger, sending bright red blood gushing from the horse's nose. The third struck Dongjiong Dala Chiga near his vital point, wounding him gravely. The five ministers wheeled and attacked the northern camp, intent on trampling it into pulp. There, the leaders of the Hor and Northern forces, Adanam, the red-faced Kamba Yuden, Sinba Meruze, and Tangga Jiebu, met them head-on. Amid the fierce clash, Adanam swiftly drew her long spear from its case and stabbed Gula twice. Gula, caught off guard, had no choice but to retreat to a distance. At that moment, the gravely wounded Dongjiong Dala Chiga blocked the path of the Northern heroine and sang: "Girl riding your white-bronze steed, Are you not she of the Eight Great Mountains of Yarkang, Watchdog of the 'Lu' demon, The one called Adanam? Poor little ones of Lingga, When men are spent, women take their place; When teeth fall out, the gums still chew; A girl dons armor and bears arms! Today my eyes have truly seen it all. With turquoise ornaments beneath a white helmet, How unseemly before your elders! Clad in colored armor over woolen robes, Hung with three weapons and conch tassels, How unseemly before heroes! With conch bangles and a drawn great bow, How unseemly before your foes! Listen, you wild woman! As the dark-headed Tibetans say: The sheep doomed to die Walks itself to the wolf's den, And after death lies in the wolf's maw. A girl comes to her death at the Men, Her life ends meeting Dongjiong. This arrow upon my jeweled bow, Granted by the God of Joy, Today it shall end your life!" He loosed his arrow and snapped the black tasseled banner atop Adanam's white helmet. Before she and Sinba Meruze could return fire, some five hundred soldiers of the red- and black-tasseled regiments were cut down. The five Men Kingdom ministers, heedless of danger, drove straight for the southern camp, felling seven more riders with back tassels along the roadside. The Jiang Kingdom's senior officer Yucao, Qimei Jiaduo Labu, and Seba Bengsi Guoguo fought with all manner of weapons but could not wound the five ministers. Finally, King Xinchi declared, "We have shown our might enough for today, let us return to the fortress." Waving his red command banner for retreat, the five ministers spurred their horses to the upper Abeng Zhacha, passing through the Ramma Rongtsan Gorge, and returned triumphantly to the Men Kingdom stronghold. Yula, Gade, Niben, and Prince Zhala pursued but could not overtake them. The King's Sorrow and the Hero(“Jiao Aba Seda Wa”)'s Fall In this single battle, the five Men ministers had slaughtered the Ling forces wholesale, piling corpses across the upper plains and turning the lower plains into a river of blood, as if the King of Hell himself had laid out a great feast of flesh and gore. When the lords and subjects of Lingga gathered, the Invincible King Gesar ordered that the bodies of the fallen heroes, from every tribe, be cast into the Southern River. The king himself went to the riverbank and saw the waters dyed red with blood, choked with bones and corpses. He thought: That such demons could slay so many of my soldiers! If this continues, Lingga cannot survive. At this, tears fell unbidden from his eyes. Suppressing his grief, he recited a brief secret mantra for the transference of souls. In an instant, all the bodies cast into the river vanished without trace, like a flock of birds startled into flight by a hurled stone. The Invincible King Gesar returned to his fair divine tent, where he found the old Chief Steward and Bara seated inside, supporting the back of Jiao Aba Seda Wa. The king placed his right hand on Jiao Aba Seda Wa's head and asked, "Do you recognize me as Gesar?" Jiao Aba Seda Wa replied, "Though I recognize you, I am no longer master of my body, I can only await death. I have no regrets, but I have one plea for all: O heroes of Lingga, do not let my blood be shed in vain, demand vengeance from Gula!" As he spoke, King Gesar poured nectar into Jiao Aba Seda Wa's mouth. But Jiao Aba Seda Wa's eyes rolled upward, and he passed away. For three days, the people of Ling offered grand sacrifices to the departed, and the sound of ritual instruments echoed throughout the camp. On the third day, the body was cremated. A wisp of blue smoke curled three times within the divine tent, then drifted off in a faint azure haze toward Dokham Lingla and vanished. On that very day of the cremation, the Jiang prince Yula Toju cried out in fury: "What use is lingering here like this? The vile enemy, Xinchi and his five ministers, has turned our great Lingga camp into a sea of blood and inflicted such a bitter defeat. If this continues, will there be any Ling soldiers left? This grudge, I, Yula alone, shall avenge today!" The old Chief Steward was alarmed: If Yula charges alone into such a powerful Men Kingdom army, what will become of him? He resolved to send the fierce warrior Bara Senda Adong to assist him. The Chief Steward counseled, "Hero Yula, be at ease, a single man on a single horse cannot overcome an enemy. As Tibet has long said: 'A good man needs help, lest he be like a drowning fox; a fine archer needs a good thumb-ring, lest he shoot as if at night.' Bara Senda Adong, ever steadfast, shall go with you, for today's urgency demands it. To storm the passes, cut down generals, and break through heavy ranks, heroes must fight side by side, whether through courage or cunning, adapt as needed!" With that arrangement made, the two heroes prepared their gear. Yula Toju, the Jiang prince, donned a turquoise celestial helmet with a green silk banner, wore turquoise-colored armor, and belted a silk sash strung with eighteen strands of pearls. He hung a tiger-skin quiver on his right, a leopard-skin bow case on his left, and armed himself fully. Leaping onto his swift green dappled steed, he looked like a blue dragon bursting from a lake, so fierce that none dared look upon him directly. Bara Senda Adong, ever unflinching, saddled his Dongri thousand-li steed, donned a glistening white conch helmet with a white silk banner, and wore a white conch armor patterned like stars circling the sun. With tiger-skin quiver and leopard-skin bow case, fully armed, all in white, helmet, armor, and horse, he resembled a wind-driven cloud. The two heroes rode side by side. At the upper Abeng Zhacha, they encountered fifteen Men Kingdom scout cavalrymen and slew them all. Passing through the Ramma Rongtsan Gorge, they saw beyond the plain of Namaitang, before the Nimu Golden Bridge, the Men Kingdom army camp spreading like swirling smoke, tents arrayed in neat rows: tiger-tent facing tiger-tent, leopard-tent facing leopard-tent, conch-tent facing conch-tent. Around them stood three hundred tents of every kind and two thousand eight hundred tents of varying sizes and heights. The vast plain seemed to shrink to a narrow strip. The entire camp was shrouded in haze like a dark night, with bustling chaos as if heaven and earth were collapsing. Amid it all, a demonic figure paced back and forth. The Capture of Dawa Chacheng and loyal to the King Gesar Hero Yula Toju wheeled his swift green steed, and the horse shot off like the wind toward the Men's eastern camp. In moments, he cut down nearly a hundred of the army of Dongde Yuega, slashing left and right. Bara Senda Adong plunged into the western camp and wrought havoc, felling many of the green-tasseled soldiers. Amid a thunderous din of shouts and clashing steel, Men Kingdom Dawa Chacheng and Men Kingdom La Guo Bengren quickly drew their long swords and blocked Yula's path, saying, "You, the blue-clad, blue-horsed blue dwarf, and that white-clad, white-horsed white dwarf, two fools shoulder to shoulder, overestimating yourselves as you charge into the Men camp, showing off before heroes! Today, with the sun shining full, let us see who is the true hero and which warhorse is the swifter. Yesterday at dawn, the brave five ministers of Xinchi fought your Ling camp into a sea of blood, piling bones across the plain, are you satisfied, boy? You blue one, barging into our Mens, is a pitiful sight indeed. I'll shoot you both one arrow each and shatter your hearts into a hundred pieces, if I fail, I'm no hero!" He loosed an arrow at each of them, but neither Yula nor Bara took any harm. Yula drove his Dawn-Star ancient blade into the chest of Yuzhu Tuocan, who toppled from his horse. Men Kingdom Dawa Chacheng, seeing the tide turn, wheeled his mount and fled without daring to look back. Yula gave chase, cut him off, and said, "You blue-clad, blue-horsed fan of a man, though I've never seen you before, you seem a hero of sorts. But before me, Yula, you don't amount to much. Better to think carefully of how to treasure that life of yours!" Yula cast his lasso, which looped cleanly around Dawa Chacheng's neck. Bara hurried over to assist, and together they bound the Men Kingdom prince's arms behind his back like iron rings, wound his chest like a ball of thread, then hoisted him onto a horse and rode straight back toward the Ling camp. At once, Men Kingdom Yuzhu Dajie, Yuyue Dajie, and Yuzi Dajie came one after another, racing to rescue their comrade. Prince Yula wheeled his horse and cut down Yuyue Dajie and Yuzi Dajie in two strokes. Bara, meanwhile, wheeled his horse to the right and mowed down three hundred white-tasseled soldiers, and seven demon generals of the Men Kingdom perished beneath his great cleaver. Then Bara dealt Yuzhu Dajie a blow to the head, splitting his white helmet and peeling a strip of scalp that flopped over his face. Yuzhu Dajie quickly bound his head with a red handkerchief and fled to the summit of Sun Rock above the Ramma Rongtsan Gorge. There, he kicked a boulder the size of thirteen piled wild yak carcasses until it tottered precariously, and bellowed, "You two who call yourselves heroes of Lingga, if you are birds, fly across the sky; if you are golden-eyed fish, swim across the water; if you can become tornadoes, leap straight over the mountainside. Otherwise, where is your road to survival?" Yula said to Bara, "Let me shoot him." But Bara replied, "Let me take this shot today. He holds a perilous vantage now, unless we pray to the war gods for a blessed arrow, we'll both be crushed to powder by that rock's debris." So saying, Bara Senda Adong drew his white conch jeweled bow from his left leopard-skin case and a white divine arrow from his right tiger-skin quiver. Nocking it to the string, he silently prayed to the war gods of the Flower Fortress, then sang to Yuzhu Dajie atop the crag: "Boy, do you know disaster looms? The great garuda soaring in the sky Spreads its six wings in the air, O viper, do not writhe in vain, For you shall soon fall to its mighty beak! You whelp of the Men, Backed against the rock for cover, Feet planted on the boulder in your pride, Boy, do not struggle in your death throes, For the unerring divine archer Will end your life with one arrow! Upon this conch arrowhead Rides the Great White Brahma King; Upon this golden arrow shaft Rides the fierce deity Gezuo; Upon this turquoise arrow tip Rides the Great Dragon King Zuna; Upon this black iron arrowhead Rides the Dharma Protector Lord; Upon these white-feathered fletchings Ride the dakinis of longevity!" With that, Bara loosed a mighty arrow like thunder striking a red cliff. Stones burst into fragments that rained down like hail, dust filling the sky and shrouding the plain of Namaitang and the fortress of Dongri Langzong in a gloom as dark as night. Men Kingdom Yuzhu Dajie was blasted from sight, gone without a trace. Thanks to the war gods' protection, Prince Yula and Bara emerged completely unscathed. The two heroes escorted the captive Men Kingdom Dawa Chacheng straight back to the Lingga headquarters. Before the radiant divine tent of King Gesar, they raised a nine-fathom iron pillar and tethered Dawa Chacheng to it like a dog. Beside him, they laid out a silk cushion spread with all manner of fine foods. Danma approached the captive and taunted, "Well now, Men Kingdom Dawa Chacheng, why are you bound in black ropes and fallen into the hands of Lingga's champions? Does fair Lingga lack a watchdog, that they must use a Men Kingdom prince as their door dog?" After this round of mockery, Dawa Chacheng replied, "Chaxiang Danma, I am now a captive against my will, I have no heart for jokes. Please plead with the Lion King to spare my life. I swear to serve him henceforth and to win merit on the battlefield in days to come." Danma said, "Well, your words ring true, and it is customary to speak for those who seek mercy. Today, I shall plead for you." He then indeed entered the king's tent and sought clemency on behalf of the young Men commander. The king granted it, saying, "The gods above have decreed that Men Kingdom Dawa Chacheng shall be born to aid Lingga and serve as a minister of King Gesar. Let the Qiju tribe send five men, the Zhongju five, and the Qiongju five, fifteen in all, to escort Dawa Chacheng to Ling. He shall be placed in the custody of the regent Dongqu Lubudapan, confined where the sun does not shine by day and the stars do not show by night. He shall be given ample food and clothing. When the Men war is concluded, he shall be released and sent home to govern his own kingdom." With that decree, the fifteen escorts led Dawa Chacheng away and set out for the land of Ling.

At the foot of Yalasewu Mountain, on the vast Red Yulang Plain, the White Tent King hosted a grand feast for the Hor army. During the gathering, archery and sword-fighting contests were held. Among the younger generation of Hor warriors, a Yellow Tent soldier named Bandan Daru—a young Sinba warrior—amazed everyone by shooting through nine armored wooden figures with a single arrow. The Hor army erupted in cheers, declaring that after the death of A’e, they finally had another great archer. 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 39 The Hor Army Invades Ling Gabu; Two Armies Face Off in a Great Battle on the Yellow River Plains The Feast of Hor and the Rise of Tangze Yuzhou At the foot of Yarlasawu Mountain, on the vast Red Yulang Plain, the White Tent King hosted a grand feast for the Hor army. During the gathering, archery and sword-fighting contests were held. Among the younger generation of Hor warriors, a Yellow Tent soldier named Bandan Daru—a young Sinba warrior—amazed everyone by shooting through nine armored wooden figures with a single arrow. The Hor army erupted in cheers, declaring that after the death of Aoe, they finally had another great archer. The White Tent King bestowed a glorious title upon Bandan Daru, naming him “Tangze Yuzhou,” which means “The Fierce Green Dragon of the Grasslands.” He was also promoted to Left Wing General. To honor him, the king placed a golden plume on Tangze Yuzhou’s white helmet and tied a yellow silk longevity knot on his armor. That day, the White Tent King ordered his warriors, including Sinba generals Meruze, Duoqin, and Qiangla, to hunt wild animals as part of the celebration. They returned with deer, wild oxen, yellow sheep, and even rabbits from the grasslands. Tangze Yuzhou captured a tiger cub, a three-year-old wild ox calf, and three wild colts, all of which he presented to the king for entertainment. That night, the White Tent King held a grand banquet in his massive white tent. The seating arrangement reflected the power structure of the Hor forces: the White Tent troops sat on the right, Yellow Tent troops on the left, and Black Tent troops in the center. Behind them, nine divisions, each with 100,000 soldiers, were seated in dense rows that stretched as far as the eye could see. Around them, the common people of the Black and Red Twelve Tribes gathered. Meat was piled like mountains, and tea and wine flowed like rivers. During the feast, the White Tent King sat majestically on a golden throne and issued an order to attack Ling Gabu. He recited a commanding song, detailing the battle strategy and assigning roles to his generals and soldiers. The White Tent King's Command and Battle Preparations In the celestial heavens, the blessed courtyard, Where the gods of day are surrounded by the sun and moon, In the eternal palace of the middle realm, The flower void gods stir up a storm, On the solid, treasure-filled earth of the lower realm, The black earth gods cause the seas to surge. Oh, people of the Black and Red Twelve Tribes! The Yellow Tent King listens on the left, The Black Tent King listens on the right, The brave Sinba warriors listen in the front, And the sea-like armies listen on the flanks! Tomorrow, when the sun rises above the mountain peaks, And the conch horn blows its deep calls, Quickly pack up the beautiful tents, Saddle the warhorses with bridles and reins, And prepare the mules with supplies, awaiting orders. When the conch blows a second time, Together, eat fresh meat with gusto, Together, drink fresh blood with fervor, And then immediately set out on the march. When the melodious trumpets sound, And the small drums beat like songs, The Sinba warriors with their red-plumed army, Like blazing fire, will lead the charge. Sinba Meruze will serve as their general, While Qiangla Mubu will supervise from the rear. The right-wing army of 100,000 with white plumes, Is the sacred army of my heavenly king, Led by General Silatuoga, Advancing with the force of a whirlwind sweeping white clouds. The left-wing army of 100,000 with yellow plumes, Is the sacred army of the Yellow Tent King's brother, Led by General Tangze Yuzhou, Advancing like yellow clouds covering the sky. The central army of 100,000 with black plumes, Is the sacred army of the Black Tent King’s brother, Led by General Tangnazejia, Moving forward like rolling black clouds. Following behind the White Tent army are: The Bumba tribe with their floral plumes, The Riba Division with their green plumes, And the Tamba Division with their blue plumes, Each with 100,000 soldiers. Riba’s Jiechou Juma, Bumba’s younger brother Anu Chitu, And Tamba’s Tangga Zegu, Will serve as generals for their divisions. Behind the Yellow Tent army follows: The Garwa tribe with their Iron Blue Feather regiments, The Nianjia tribe with their Water Pattern Tiger Stripe regiments, And the Gengga tribe with their White Cloth Leopard Tail regiments, Each with 100,000 troops. Garwa’s Nabuzhongtu, Nianjia’s Quwogandu, And Gengga’s Tuoguoluoqiu, Will serve as generals for their divisions. The young princes must look after themselves: Chabao, Chaxiao, Dunba, and others, Each leading the Black, White, and Floral Plume Divisions, With 100,000 troops following behind the Black Tent army. Gongjie Yuyachizong King, Baturu Chitunanlang, And Xiezhuo Daro Kama, Will serve as generals for their divisions. No matter where the left, center, and right armies go: First is my heavenly White Tent King, Second is Duoqin Langbu Chaba, Third is Jubai Zhugu Baqing, Fourth is Yamai Langna Jiejiao, Fifth is Xieqing Rewu Bangliao, Sixth is Hor Gamasi Guo, Seventh is the prince Chizong Rouya. When needed, these seven leaders will convene, And they must not stray far from each other. The conch horn will signal the beginning of the march, The sound of gongs will signal archery, The long horn will signal the drawing of swords, The small drum will signal the throwing of spears, The bugle will signal retreat, And the shifting drumbeat will signal a coordinated attack. No one is allowed to act alone in pursuit of glory, No one is allowed to retreat out of cowardice, No one is allowed to fall behind the ranks. Those who flee will be cut down by the sword! No one is allowed to speak carelessly; Everyone must maintain order and solemnity. When thick fog rises, shout “Gou!” When crossing rivers, shout “Suo!” When we reach the left bank of the Yellow River in Ling Gabu, At the call of “Arrived!” pitch the tents. Tie the reins of 100 horses neatly, And let the voices of 100 men sound in unison. Beware of Ling Gabu’s famed warriors: Gyatsa with his sharp Yasi, Minister Danma with his thunderous arrows, Senda with his gallant horse Qianshanteng, Dapan with his poisonous mist spear, And Zhu Gade with his explosive stone cannon. If you encounter them, proceed with caution. But do not fear anyone else under any circumstances! At the sound of the command to advance, move forward as one. At the sound of the stop command, halt together. When chasing the enemy, rotate in waves to attack fiercely. In skirmishes, fight with courage and determination. At Ling Gabu in the East, The campaign will end in three months. After three months, they won’t be able to hold out: Humans can endure, but their horses will fail, Armor can hold up, but their weapons will falter, Grass can sustain them, but firewood will be insufficient, Water may be available, but their territory is too narrow. The outcome of this war will become evident. Heroes’ ambitions should be as steadfast as stone, And foolish enemies must be crushed relentlessly. Weapons must be wielded like gusting winds, And battles must be fought with collective effort. Too much sleep will destroy an army, Removing armor in the camp will destroy an army, Losing swords from the waist will destroy an army, And losing warhorses will destroy an army. Remember these lessons carefully. What should be done next? We’ll decide after reaching Ling Gabu. Once war begins, It doesn’t matter how many are killed. Even Ling Gabu’s black dogs are enemies. Show no mercy, even to the old, the weak, or the children! The Battle Preparation and the Heroes' Encounter After the White Tent King finished his war song, he rested for the night. Early the next morning, on the 14th day of the Tibetan lunar calendar, the sun rose above the mountains, and the conch horn signaled the start of the campaign. The Hor army moved with remarkable efficiency: tents were packed up as if by one person, and warhorses were saddled and ready to go in no time. When the trumpets sounded, the Sinba-led Baturu vanguard of 23,000 soldiers, bearing red plumes, advanced one arrow’s distance ahead of the main army. General Qiangla Mubu led at the front, while Sinba Meruze commanded the rear. With a roaring shout, the army began its march. The three main divisions’ generals led their respective troops from the front, while the young princes guarded the rear of their units. The entire army, tightly organized like a single rope, moved steadily forward. The White Tent King, wearing a white-plumed helmet and a crimson cloak, rode a swift mule said to cover “nine days’ journey in one.” Surrounded by banners, parasols, and ceremonial umbrellas, he was accompanied by a hundred mounted guards who escorted him to the harmonious sounds of music. Meanwhile, on the night before the Hor army set out, Ling Gabu had also made its preparations. Four warriors—Gade, the Black-Robed Protector of the Zhu Division; Senda, the invincible hero; Niancha Adan from Chao Tong’s family; and the 15-year-old young general Bansai Dawa—gathered their troops. Dressed impeccably in polished armor and carrying gleaming weapons, they set out on patrol. At midnight, they arrived at the junction of the two roads near Yarlasawu Mountain, the very spot where the heroes had fallen two days prior. They pitched their camp between two rocky cliffs, tying the warhorses’ reins to long ropes secured by wooden stakes. Around midnight, Senda’s horse, "Qianshanteng," and Gade’s horse, "Black-Faced Windchaser," began pawing the ground anxiously, snorting and neighing in distress. Senda, recalling how similar omens had occurred when Angou Yuda was killed, shouted, “Something’s wrong! Brothers, wake up! Saddle your horses and move to higher ground!” The group quickly armed themselves and followed Senda toward the mountain peak. At dawn, they reached the summit of the upper path of the White Road. As sunlight illuminated the valley below, they saw clouds of dust rising in Yarlasawu Mountain, signaling the arrival of the Hor army. Tightening their armor straps and adjusting their helmets, they prepared for battle. Soon, the Sinba vanguard, a massive force of 23,000 Baturu warriors, surged forward like a tidal wave through the valley. Gade remarked, “Here comes Hor’s vanguard, the 23,000 Sinba Baturu warriors. They’re a formidable enemy. Today, we must teach them a lesson!” The three warriors decided to send Bansai Dawa back to Ling Gabu with a message: “The Hor army has arrived alongside the sunrise; they are near the summit of Yarlasawu Mountain. The three of us will engage in battle. We will not return until we achieve victory. This message is sent ahead to inform you.” Bansai Dawa departed with the message. Meanwhile, Senda mounted his horse and charged boldly toward the Sinba vanguard, stopping within an arrow’s distance of their frontlines. His sudden charge caused the Hor soldiers to halt, uncertain of what to do. Standing in his stirrups, Senda drew his massive sword and shouted, “You Sinba of Hor, instead of staying safely at home, you’ve come to Ling Gabu to die. Since you’ve come, I, Senda, will welcome you properly—with my blade!” Senda charged fearlessly into the enemy lines, causing chaos as the Sinba vanguard retreated in disarray. He fired an arrow that struck the flag bearer of the Hor frontlines, causing the red banner to fall. Another rider quickly picked it up to stabilize morale, but Senda pressed the attack. With his sword flashing, he fought fiercely, cutting down countless enemies. Though struck by many blows and pierced by over a dozen arrows, none of the wounds were fatal. Watching from the rear, Gade and Niancha were inspired by Senda’s bravery. Gade exclaimed, “This is truly exhilarating! Senda Adong’s name fits him well—he’s like a lion or a bear!” Niancha, equally moved, declared, “If every hero in Ling Gabu fought like this, how long could Hor possibly hold out?” Niancha then charged into the fray to fight alongside Senda, while Gade climbed the hillside and dislodged two massive boulders. The stones rolled into the densest parts of the Hor army, crushing and injuring hundreds of soldiers. At the rear of the Hor forces, Sinba Meruze found himself unable to reach the frontlines due to the chaos. He could only watch helplessly as the three heroes decimated his troops. The once-confident Sinba warriors, caught off guard by the ambush, lost their morale. By evening, the shattered remnants of the Hor vanguard regrouped in the 18 mountain valleys on the sunny side of the Yellow River. The Standoff Between Ling Gabu and the Hor Army At this moment, the heroes of Ling Gabu marched in units from Datang Chamao, lining up along a wide road opposite the White Tent army, with the Yellow River flowing between them. Gyatsa, the leader of the heroes, stood proudly at the front, while the wise Chief Steward commanded from the rear. The soldiers of Ling Gabu, their helmets adorned with fluttering plumes, rode atop galloping warhorses. Their battle flags surged like waves, exuding a sense of overwhelming power. Compared to the Hor army, the Ling Gabu forces appeared energetic, radiant, and at least ten times more imposing. As the two armies faced each other across the river, the White Tent King sat on his golden throne in front of his white military tent. Around him stood flags, ceremonial umbrellas, and victory banners. The steady beat of war drums and the melodious sound of suonas filled the air. Surveying the formidable presence of the Ling Gabu army on the opposite bank, the White Tent King sneered. He disdainfully remarked to his attendant, Gamasi Guo: “They say the heroes of Ling Gabu are brave, but aren’t there only about twenty of them who can actually fight? The rest are just tribal leaders, standing idly by. How many men and horses could they possibly have behind them? How strong could the sons of mere servants be? Crossing the Yellow River will be no easy task for them. Gamasi Guo, tell me, who are the leaders of Ling Gabu on the other side? Let the four Sinba brothers guard the river crossing to prevent them from advancing.” Gamasi Guo climbed to a high vantage point, carefully observing the Ling Gabu forces. After identifying each figure, he turned to the king and sang: "I have lived through two lifetimes, In my youth, I was loved by the people of Ling Gabu, In middle age, I wandered as an outsider, Though I left my homeland, I never forgot it. Like a swan longing for a crystal lake, I often sighed for what I could not change. White Tent King, you bring thunder and lightning, But the disaster you summon will fall upon you. Look across the Yellow River at that sight: The troops of Ling Gabu form a small group. You could count them, one by one, And even call many of them by name. Though not as numerous as the Hor army, Their courage and strength are unmatched. Before each hero of Ling Gabu, Tigers dare not flaunt their stripes, White lions dare not shake their green manes, And red bulls dare not lower their horns. No matter how many enemies come, None dare charge against them. Each warrior of Ling Gabu wields thunder, When thunder roars, even mountains crumble. Their horses gallop like flying eagles, Even a falcon cannot match their speed. Their weapons are fiercer than death itself, Like the jaws of Yama, leaving no escape. The man at the front, clad in white, Rides the thousand-mile steed, 'Jiaxia Whiteback.’ His face glows like the moon—this is Gyatsa, As brave as a little white snow lion on the mountain. With a swing of his Yasi, no one can stand against him. He is the supreme commander of Ling Gabu’s army, Like the sun rising to shine on all lands. Behind him rides a man in yellow, On the golden horse, 'Flying Golden Goose.’ This is Niben Daya, the master of the Golden Plume Army. Following him is a man in reddish-brown, Riding the horse, 'Dancing Red Pearl.’ This is Alubasen, the master of the Silver Plume Army. After him comes a man in blue, Riding the horse, 'Flying Azure Waters.’ This is Renqing Daru, the leader of the White Conch Plume Army. Then comes a man in purple, On the steed, 'Divine Galloper Silver Gray.’ This is Danma, the master archer and famous marksman, Known for his skill in piercing armor and striking the enemy’s crown. He commands an army of 100,000 troops. Behind them is a man in white, Riding the mighty horse, 'Qianshanteng.’ This is the warrior Senda Adong, Who turned the Hor vanguard into a sea of blood. Next is a man in black, On the steed, 'Black-Faced Windchaser.’ This is Zhu Gade, the Black-Robed Protector, Who hurls massive stones from the cliffs above. Following him is a man in purple, On the horse, 'Smoky Haze Galloper.’ This is Dapan, known as the Poison Tree, Whose bravery will soon be clear to all. Then comes a man in black, Riding the horse, 'Sky-Flying Raven.’ This is Sipan, the leader of the Darong tribe. Behind him is a man in white, On the steed, 'Snow Mountain Galloper.’ This is the young Adan, nicknamed 'Poison Flower,’ Who turned the Sinba forces into a sea of blood. Next is a man in blue, Riding the horse, 'Turquoise Bluebird.’ This is Dongzan Aban, a renowned hero, Known for catching birds in flight with his bare hands. Then comes a man in yellow, On the horse, 'Raksha Black-Tailed Jackal.’ He is called Short Fox, Skilled with the war drum and the tambourine. Following him is a man in white, On the steed, 'The Unicorn Among Nine-Hundred Horses.’ This is Zhuji, the handsome young general of the Gyalo family. Finally, a man in pale red, Riding an old but sturdy mule, This is the aged Chief Steward, The elder among elders, wise and venerable. Ling Gabu’s Six Valleys are protected by warriors with unparalleled resolve. Their leaders are clad in armor and march ahead, Followed by their troops, who move like a tidal wave. Gyatsa is the mightiest in skill, The Chief Steward is unmatched in strategy. Their heroes charge forward with courage and determination, Ready to die to protect their homeland. Either Gyatsa will fall, Or you will never conquer Ling Gabu. If you wish to defeat Ling Gabu, It will not be an easy task. Hor will face endless years of war! White Tent King, your ambitions may never be fulfilled.” The White Tent King’s Challenge After Gamasi Guo finished his song, the White Tent King paused in thought for a moment and then said, “General Silatuoga and the newly appointed officer Tangze Yuzhou, which of you will shoot an arrow to test Ling Gabu’s reaction?” Tangze Yuzhou thought to himself: “A hero’s skill must be displayed openly. Among all, the only one who can defeat me is King Gesar himself; no one else is my equal. However, shooting a sneaky arrow at the heroes of Ling Gabu is something I absolutely cannot do. As the saying goes, ‘Shooting an arrow in the dark may strike the Buddha’s radiant eye.’ A true hero should aim at a natural target, shoot an arrow, and show his skills openly so that everyone can enjoy the spectacle.” Having made up his mind, he donned his red cloak, placed a white-plumed helmet on his head, drew an arrow from his quiver, and set it on his bowstring. He called to the others to step outside and watch the show. Facing the heroes of Ling Gabu encamped on the opposite side, he sang: I am from the Yellow Tent Tribe of Hor, The most outstanding among heroes, A newly appointed, brave young general, Tangze Yuzhou, the noble warrior. At the Achin Plains, I once shot through nine trees with a single arrow. Between heaven and earth, Other than King Gesar of Ling, No one can rival me on horseback. My steed, Windwing Blue, Only bows before the Rainbow Horse King. Other than that, no horse on earth Can match my mount’s speed. The crimson arrow between my fingers, The only thing it cannot hit is the wind. Anything else—wherever I aim, It will hit without fail. Oh, heroes of Ling Gabu on the opposite bank of the Yellow River, Today, I, Tangze Yuzhou, will shoot an arrow. Set up a target for me, brothers of Ling Gabu! If I shoot an arrow into the sky, I will use the stars as my target. When I say “hit,” the stars will fall, And even the sun cannot stop me. If I shoot an arrow at the snowy mountains, I will use the snow lions as my target. When I say “strike,” their green manes will scatter, And even the mountains cannot resist me. If I shoot an arrow at the white cliffs, I will use the king of birds, the white eagle, as my target. When I say “hit,” its beautiful feathers will fall, And even the great roc cannot prevent it. If I shoot an arrow across the Yellow River, I will use thirty heroes as my target. When I say “strike,” blood will dye the ground, And even the mighty Lion King cannot stop me. Oh, young brothers of Ling Gabu, If you wish to set a real target, Erect a massive boulder in the raging waves. If you want to set up a large target, Use the giant rocks behind you. If you wish to see something extraordinary, Line up nine trees in a row, And dress them in armor to serve as targets. If you wish to see true skill, Set up an embroidered needle as the target. If you do not set up a target, You are not worthy of being called the sons of the Holy Ling. If I dare not shoot, Tangze Yuzhou will have revealed his cowardice. If I fail to hit the target, The Sinba warriors of Yellow Hor will lose their pride. If we cannot exchange arrows back and forth, The Hor and Ling armies will laugh at us. I am Tangze Yuzhou of Hor. There are times to boast of one’s martial skills. If I meet an opponent of equal strength, I will display my skill and fight with honor. Otherwise, I will restrain myself, Not out of fear of you, But because Ling has the mighty Lion King Gesar, Who rewards good and punishes evil whenever paths cross. There is no need to tempt fate without reason. Remember this, brothers of Ling Gabu! The Duel of Arrows After Tangze Yuzhou's song, Niancha Adan and Dongzan Aban built a two-layered mound of compacted dirt on top of a large boulder and placed a stalk of malian flower on it. They shouted, “If you are truly a master archer, shoot it!” Tangze Yuzhou drew his bow and shot an arrow, hitting the malian flower stalk directly. The large boulder cracked with a loud “snap,” and the arrow pierced through it, landing in the grass below. Gyatsa, watching the scene, said, “An archer like this is truly difficult to contend with. I've heard there’s another archer just as accurate as him. If we don’t deal with the two of them first, the heroes of Ling Gabu are bound to suffer losses.” The Chief Steward, however, offered a different perspective: “We don’t yet know the situation with the other one. As for this archer, he hasn’t shown any ill intent toward Ling Gabu. Didn’t he express admiration for our Lion King Gesar in his song? Whether he’s a threat to us remains uncertain. But if we don’t fire back, the Yellow Hor will surely mock us. Danma, shoot an arrow and deliver a heavy blow to their camp. Let everyone see the spectacle!” Danma accepted the command and shouted across to Tangze Yuzhou: “Little Hor child, watch closely! If we don’t return an arrow, the brothers of Ling Gabu won’t be worthy of being called heroes, and our arrows won’t deserve to be called Thunderbolts. You Yellow Hor only know how to boast. If you talk about shooting arrows, they should strike with power. Whether or not you dare to challenge the Lion King, you know the answer yourself. The same applies to how you treat the people of Ling Gabu. In this world, whoever respects the Lion King will emerge victorious. We are not afraid of you!” After speaking, Danma drew an arrow, set it on his bowstring, and boldly declared: “I don’t shoot arrows to break boulders or do pointless things, nor do I shoot to scare people. When I shoot, I bring thunder into the enemy camp. To the twelve black-and-red tribes of Hor, today, I will show you the miracles that Ling Gabu’s heroes are capable of creating!” With that, Danma shot an arrow like a flash of lightning, aiming directly at the Hor army’s command tent. At that moment, many Sinba warriors and important figures were gathered inside and outside the tent. The arrow flew straight into their midst, piercing through fifteen or sixteen key officials before heading toward the White Tent King’s head. Fortunately, Zaqing leaped into the air and caught the arrow just in time, saving the White Tent King from certain death. Those struck by the arrow were either killed or severely injured, and cries of pain and despair echoed through the Hor army. The devastating blow greatly shook the morale of the Hor forces.

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 60 Retribution Strikes As White Tent King's Life-Lamp Extinguishes; Demon Kingdom Maiden Displays Prowess, Battle Merits Shine The Tide Turns on the Battlefield The next day, Anu Baturu from the Tamba tribe, clad in full armor like a flowering poisonous thorn and riding a black warhorse, was escorted by about two hundred soldiers to a spot just an arrow's flight away from the Ling army camp. Brandishing his treasured blade, he sang a long song before charging into the ranks of the northern demon army! He immediately slew over twenty soldiers, his roars causing chaos throughout the demon army's formation. At that moment, Minister Qinen spurred his warhorse forward, swinging his treasured blade as he charged: "Whelp of the yellow Hor foxes! So this is the extent of your bravery, this is how fast your warhorse runs. Today, you will not escape with your life. I am the minister of Demon King Lutsan, who has now pledged allegiance to Great King Gesar, a man sincerely devoted to the Ling Kingdom. You, a mere whelp, still dream of crossing blades with Ling? Coming to my demon army to throw your weight around? Then face my blade!" With that, he swung his blade, striking Anu squarely on the right shoulder, cleaving away half his body as if opening a city gate. Anu fell to the ground, dead. The remaining Hor soldiers all begged for mercy and surrendered to the Ling army. Another day passed. The leader of the Riba tribe, Nanlang Buzhe Baturu, led five hundred soldiers to challenge the Ling army camp: "You beggars from the Ling Kingdom across the river! Who among you has the courage to come out and face me?" At that moment, from a black military tent emerged a beautifully attired female general—she was the peerlessly brave heroine, Adanam. Her banner tassels fluttered in the wind, her white armor glinted coldly. Mounted on her white tiger warhorse, she bent her red copper treasure bow and knocked a red copper, poison-tongued sharp arrow, saying: "Da! Hor Baturu, listen well! I am Adanam from the northern demon lands! Today, I am a great general of the Ling Kingdom. With this azure dragon treasure bow in my hand and this red thunderbolt, poison-tongued divine arrow knocked, I have never let a single enemy who came to challenge escape!" Upon hearing this, the Hor warrior on the other side was so terrified he dared not engage in battle. He turned his horse around and fled for his life. Adanam said: "Don't run! The brave do not die in battle; the cowardly cannot escape!" As she spoke, she let her arrow fly. It pierced Baturu from his back straight through to his chest. The Baturu tumbled from his horse. Then, drawing her treasured blade, she charged forward to cut down the fleeing soldiers. Only the faster-footed among the Hor troops managed to run back to Yaze City. Discontent Brews and a Divine Plan Unfolds Throughout the Hor lands, high and low, within and between tribes, men and women, old and young, all unanimously believed White Tent King was both foolish and stupid. He had no need whatsoever to provoke such a catastrophic disaster. Disregarding the suffering of the twelve tribes, merely for the sake of one woman, he had mobilized a million-strong army to fight the Ling forces. As a result, the leaders of the twelve tribes, all the famous Sinbas and Baturus, had met their doom. Yet he sidelined and belittled those like Meruze and Tangze, who cared for the tribes' safety and the people's hardships, paying them no heed. As for the tribal people he should have cherished and cared for, he treated them like barley to be stir-fried and sesame seeds to be pressed dry. Therefore, not a single person was genuinely willing to fight the Ling Kingdom. White Tent King was originally an arrogant, opinionless coward. At this point, he could propose no useful strategy. He merely instructed Tang Nie to go consult with Sinba Meruze. Thus, Tang Nie pretended to go see the Sinba but instead went to the Ling army camp, revealing his true form as the Great Lion King. He issued orders to his subordinates: "Tomorrow, Zhale Zejie will attack the eastern gate of Yaze City, Danma the southern gate, Adanam the western gate. The northern side will be guarded by four demon army generals. The rest of the great army will surround the city. Fire volleys of arrows at intervals, and take turns singing songs glorifying heroes to weaken White Tent King's arrogance and break the enemy's morale. I will also arrive in due time. May our endeavor surely succeed!" Having said this, he returned to Garbena's home. That night, Tang Nie had his divine chestnut steed transform into a white egret and fly to the Tola mountain slope to notify the sparrowhawk to hurry to Yaze City. Afterwards, Gesar summoned the guardian deities of the Seven Stars of the Hunter. They transformed into seven expert lion dancers and began performing a spectacular dance within Yaze City. Now, within Yaze City, whether residents or soldiers, everyone had been living in fear of their kingdom's destruction and their homes' ruin. Today, seeing this soul-stirring, magnificent dance, they willingly lost themselves in it, forgetting their troubles. This mood spread throughout the entire city. Even the soldiers guarding the strategic passes went to watch the performance. The Life-Lamp Extinguished and the Siege Begins Just as the Hor people were enjoying themselves, watching the lively spectacle, Gesar, accompanied by Gijum Yixi, arrived at the gate of the Hor royal palace. Gesar climbed up using an iron chain. The three demon-goddess sisters had already been fetched by the divine horse. They tied one end of a rope near the long-burning life-lamp and handed the other end to Gesar. Gesar followed the rope to the long-burning lamp opposite the door of the small bedchamber within the "White Tiger Palace." The lamp emitted a foul, scorched, fishy smell, and from within its flames came intermittent "ji ji" sounds, with sparks crackling and flying out. Gesar poured blood essence into the lamp oil. Immediately, three scorpions crawled out. He lifted that square-shaped long-burning lamp and pressed it face-down onto the ground. Gesar handed the lamp and other vessels to the three demon-goddess sisters, asking them to safeguard them. At this time, the people of the Hor Kingdom were still watching the lion dance, completely unaware of the major event quietly transpiring in the palace. Seeing Gesar's great task accomplished, the seven heavenly deities let out a "whoosh" and vanished from before everyone's eyes. Only when the seven dancers failed to reappear for a long time did the crowd awaken as if from a dream, realizing it had all been an illusion. At dawn the next day, the combined army of gods and demons surrounded Yaze City three layers deep. Zhale Zejie's face was like overcast clouds, his eyes flashed like red lightning, his hatred burned like fierce flames, his nostrils snorted, his teeth gnashed loudly. Wielding a great axe, he charged to the eastern city gate and began smashing it. Other heroes also came with axes, and together they vigorously broke open the gate in no time. The Sinbas and Baturus guarding inside the gate hurriedly shouted: "They're coming, they're coming!" as they rushed to meet the attack. During the melee, the Hor troops inside the fortress gathered all the long and short ladders from inside and out into the fortress and shut all the large and small gates tightly. Led by Zhale, the heroes could not breach the fortress, nor dared they set it ablaze, unsure of where King Gesar was at that moment. They dared not act recklessly, engaging in slaughter only outside the fortress walls. The Final Confrontation and Reckoning Meanwhile, inside the long fortress of Garbena, Tang Nie said to Gijum Yixi: "Today is the time to saddle White Tent King. Bring me my weapons and armor, and bless me!" Gijum Yixi, the incarnation of a dakini, walked like a fairy dancing gracefully, spoke like a musician playing an instrument, and wore a smiling face. She kowtowed three times to the war god's weapons and armor, wrapped the helmet and armor in a pure white silk ribbon, and respectfully presented them before Gesar, offering this blessing: "Greatly compassionate White Tara, Please bestow your compassion and protection. Today we pray for good omens. Holding this pure white ribbon in hand, Inside are images of the Eight Auspicious Symbols, Outside are diagrams of the Seven Treasures of the Wheel-Turning King. Today we offer this to you, Great King. May you be healthy and long-lived like a mountain cliff. The lion atop the snow-capped peak, Perched proudly on the snow mountain was last year, Spreading its four paws is this year. May you swiftly shake your lush green mane, Displaying dignity seated upon the golden jeweled throne. The azure dragon high in the sky, Turning southward was last year, Rumbling and roaring is this year. May you swiftly gather dense clouds, Earning the awe and admiration of the black-haired common folk at a glance. You have been in yellow Hor for three full years, Subduing yellow Hor is today. With your peerless divine powers and heroism, Place the saddle upon White Tent King's neck." After Gijum Yixi offered this blessing, she shook a command arrow to invite the war god to take his seat, offered New Year's wine, tied a long-life vajra knot around Gesar's neck, and sent him off with a lavish feast of tea, wine, and meat. Gesar then mounted his divine chestnut steed, went to the fortress to retrieve iron chains and iron hooks, and hung them on the city wall. The Ling army heroes recognized it was King Gesar and cheered and leaped for joy. Grasping the iron chain, Gesar climbed onto the battlements of Yaze City. With a loud "clang," he threw the iron chain in his hand towards the city tower. The chain became like a hanging ladder suspended from the city wall. All the Ling generals and soldiers scrambled to climb up. Seeing the Ling army charging up, White Tent King was scared out of his wits. He hurriedly ran into a cave called the "Dark Fortress." Other Hor people had no choice but to flee outward. As they neared the iron chain, the dwarf Michong Kade, mixed among them, thought: 'Although I have always been loyal and never betrayed Ling, having been in Hor for many years makes it hard for others to understand me. Now the Lion King has personally come to Hor. If I don't kill enemies and achieve merit now to demonstrate my sincerity, how can the Ling people ever trust me?' So he circled behind the Hor soldiers and began shooting random arrows, killing some Hor men and ensuring the iron chain remained undamaged. When the Lion King came before him, he offered a pure white khata and explained to the king the hardship of his unavoidable defection from Ling. Gesar naturally understood the dwarf's predicament as a Ling man surrendering to the enemy, and that he was not as despicable as Chao Tong. However, he still somewhat despised eloquent cowards. So he temporarily spared him, ordering him to atone through meritorious service. Having obtained the king's forgiveness, the dwarf was naturally overjoyed, and wanted to win the king's favor. He then led a group of Ling troops to search for Zumu. Zumu's joy was as genuine as if released from a cage. Meeting the king again, her emotions were a mix of sorrow and joy. She could not express enough the pain of separation, nor recount enough the longing from her pillow. As she spoke, she choked with sobs, grabbing the king's lapel and crying, "I was forcibly taken by the enemy. Why did you only come now?" Overwhelmed by pain, she fainted momentarily before slowly reviving. Gesar said: "Since I came to Hor, from whatever angle I observed, you have not changed your heart, remaining loyal to Ling. You did not reveal Ling's affairs to Hor. I trust you completely." He then asked Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen, Danma, and other ministers to assist Zumu onto a carriage and escort her to Dongga Sangju City. White Tent King, who had burrowed into the Dark Fortress, thought: 'I, the beloved son of the heavenly demons, the world-renowned Heavenly King of Hor, have not only suffered a crushing defeat but also caused the complete annihilation of the entire red and black twelve tribes' forces, destroying the property of the entire Hor populace. My death is surely not far off. What use is it for me to stay here alone? Better to go out, beg for mercy, admit my wrongs, repent, and surrender. Perhaps there is still hope. If my life cannot be spared, then I can only fight a hero to the death, so as not to lose face for yellow Hor.' Thus, accompanied by Tangnazejia from the Riba tribe and Nimazaba from the Xiaga tribe as attendants, he left the fortress and came outside the city gate, Just met the Ling troops coming head-on. White Tent King's face paled with fear, his head drooped, his whole body sweated, his hair and body hair stood on end, his eyes stared fixedly, not daring to blink, his legs trembled, not daring to move a muscle, and he was at a loss for words.

Not far from them lay the Kanlong Six Mountains, which had been overrun by destructive mice. These mice dug up the black soil at the mountain peaks, gnawed through shrubs on the slopes, and devoured grass on the plains. When humans went there, they were engulfed by dust; when cattle ventured there, they starved to death. 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 13: A Palace is Built to Repay the Merchant's Kindness, and the People of Ling Relocate to Ma region to Escape Natural Disasters Joru's Victory Over the Plague of Mice Guomu and her son settled in the Lalong Songdu area, near the lower reaches of the Yellow River. The heavenly gods and local deities secretly protected them. Not far from them lay the Kanlong Six Mountains, which had been overrun by destructive mice. These mice dug up the black soil at the mountain peaks, gnawed through shrubs on the slopes, and devoured grass on the plains. When humans went there, they were engulfed by dust; when cattle ventured there, they starved to death. Joru realized it was time to eliminate these demonic mice. He loaded three fist-sized stones into a slingshot, recited a mantra, and launched the stones. With a thunderous roar, the stones struck the mouse king Zhawakaqie, his queen Zhawamimang, and their minister Zhawanawan. The remaining mice were stunned and injured by the shockwave, and they all died soon after. With the mice eradicated, the people were still plagued by human threats. One day, three major merchants—Baideng Jinmei, Langjia Losang, and Ladachuiga—were traveling from Ladakh to Jhana with over 70 workers and 2,000 mules carrying gold, silver, silk, and other goods. When passing through a place called Achinawachale, they were robbed by seven Hor bandits. Using his supernatural powers, Joru killed the bandits and recovered the stolen goods. The grateful merchants tried to give half of their belongings to Joru as thanks, but Joru declined, saying: “I don’t need anything right now. From now on, whenever you pass through here on your way to Jhana, bring me a khata (ceremonial scarf) and offer Jia tea as a gift. For now, go to Mazhuo Luguka Long in the Yellow River valley and help me build a palace. I will cover all expenses. From now on, no matter where you travel, I will protect you.” The merchants were delighted to have a chance to repay Joru’s kindness, so they eagerly agreed. Later, more merchants arrived, and Joru used the same approach to keep them there to help build the palace. The Palace Construction When the merchants arrived at Mazhuo Luguka Long in the Yellow River valley, they saw a four-story palace surrounded by four small castles. Joru instructed them to build a grand hall with a prominent roof. Joru provided food for every 100 workers: one sack of tsampa (barley flour), one packet of butter, one packet of tea leaves, and one packet each of meat and flour. He told them: “Once you’ve finished this food, you may leave, even if the palace isn’t completed.” However, the workers’ food supply lasted until the palace was finished. When the construction was complete, the merchants resumed their trade. With Joru’s protection and care, their businesses flourished and prospered. Preparing for the Relocation When Joru turned eight, he knew it was time for the people of Ling to migrate to the Yellow River valley. He prayed to the Dragon King Zuna Rinchen rain and asked the eight categories of spirits to help by causing snow to fall in Ling. From the first day of October, heavy snow fell day and night, blanketing Ling in white. The snow covered the mountain peaks so deeply that only the treetops could be seen. The people of Ling became anxious, and Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen was especially worried. If the snow didn’t stop, neither people nor livestock would survive in Ling—they would need to relocate immediately. But where should they go? The chief sent four brave men to search in all directions for a suitable place to move. Searching for a Settlement The four brave men set off in different directions. Those heading north, south, and to Rong searched for days but saw no end to the snow. This was actually a trick created by the eight spirits, who altered the landscape to make it appear as though the snow extended everywhere, identical to Ling. The man heading toward the Yellow River valley, however, carefully examined the terrain. He found the confluence of three rivers—Mekong, Jinsha, and Zha River—with the Yellow River valley. He explored the source of the Yellow River at Sangqinkoba, its central region at Luguzere, its lower reaches at Lalong Songdu, and other areas such as Yulonggada Chamou. These places were covered with lush green forests and fertile black plains. The grass in the area was so abundant that it could sustain the cattle and sheep of Ling’s six clans for three years. The scout was impressed by the land, but he didn’t know who owned it. Moving there without permission would likely provoke conflict. While the brave man was wondering how to proceed, he encountered a group of mule caravans. These traders, carrying tribute and taxes, were heading to present gifts to Joru. The brave man asked them: “Good people, who is the owner of this land? If we want to borrow it, whom should we ask?” The traders replied: “This area was once an unclaimed wilderness where travel was difficult, and Hor bandits often robbed travelers. But ever since a man named Joru arrived in Lalong Songdu, this land has been protected. Joru is no ordinary man—he is the king of gods and spirits, with unmatched divine power. By offering him khatas and tea leaves, we’ve earned his protection and can travel freely. If you want to borrow this land, you must ask Joru.” After hearing this, the scout stood stunned. How could they face Joru, whom the Ling people had once exiled? How could they ask him for help? The Ling People Decide to Seek Joru's Help The brave men returned to Ling, and the six clans of Ling immediately gathered to hear their report. The scouts described what they had seen, and everyone understood that the prophecy about migrating to the Yellow River valley was being fulfilled. However, they pretended not to know this. Gyatsa said: “The only place without snow is the Yellow River valley, but it belongs to Joru. Among the six clans, only my Jia clan should go. However, Joru’s way of life doesn’t align with our customs, and his thinking is different from ours. Even the timing of his agricultural work doesn’t match the seasons. If I go alone, it won’t accomplish much. Representatives from all six clans should accompany me to plead with Joru.” Hearing Gyatsa’s words, five other leaders—Chaxiang Danma Jangcha, Darong Officer Chao Tong, Jiaben Segiagan, Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen, and Gadru Chujiong Benna—agreed to join him. Thus, six representatives from Ling’s six clans set off toward the Yellow River valley to meet Joru. Joru's Fiery Greeting Joru already knew they were coming. To humble these proud men, he decided to meet them in a bold and intimidating manner. When the six representatives, dressed in fine silk and brocade, appeared in Yulonggada Chamou, Joru stood tall and proud, holding a slingshot in his hand, blocking their path. He sang: "Six bandits, hear my song, I, Joru, am your king all along. How dare you invade my land? Your end is near, do you understand? In my hand, this slingshot I hold, A gift of gods, more precious than gold. Watch as I aim at the cliff ahead, With a crash like thunder, it will shred. Then one stone I’ll throw next through the air, You six will vanish, I swear, beware! Your six horses will be mine to claim, Let demons beware of Joru’s name!" When Joru finished his song, he hurled a stone from his slingshot. The stone, blazing with fiery sparks, struck a cliff and shattered it into pieces. The deafening roar echoed far and wide, shaking the earth. Gyatsa's Plea Gyatsa Xiega immediately dismounted from his horse, pulled a pure white khata from his chest, and respectfully offered it to Joru. He said: “Noble Aji Jorji, Long-lived Joru, we honor thee! In this unfamiliar Yellow River land, A stranger approaches, I’m Gyatsa Xiega, understand. Along with five wise men from Ling we’ve come, To speak with you, our brother, noble one.” He continued singing: “The yellow-horned wild yak, Can gore anyone’s back, But never its own calf. The sharp teeth of the red tigress, Can tear anyone to pieces, But never its own cub. Wise men of Ling, courageous and strong, Have come to plead with their brother all along. Is it right to face us with stones in your hand? Please listen, dear brother, and understand: Ling is covered by heavy snow, Livestock starves wherever they go. We, your family from Ling, descend to thee, To borrow the Yellow River’s treasured land, you see. Three years would be best, if you can, But at least six months, for man and clan.” Before Gyatsa could finish his song, Joru ran forward, embracing him tightly. Joru said: “So, it’s brother Xiega and our relatives from Ling! I didn’t recognize you—please don’t take offense. My mother and I live in this place, plagued by bandits and demons, so we must always stay alert and careful!” After speaking, Joru invited all six men into his home. Joru Welcomes the Ling Representatives From the outside, Joru’s tent appeared small, but inside it was incredibly spacious and luxuriously furnished. The tea, wine, and food served to the visitors were exquisite, as if they were the delicacies of heavenly gods, offering a complete variety of flavors. After listening to Gyatsa and the others explain their situation in detail, Joru gave each of the six representatives a "Perfect Prosperity" khata and a gold coin. He happily agreed to their request. The six representatives quickly returned to Ling and gathered the six clans to discuss the migration to the Yellow River valley. They described the fertile land where flowers bloomed atop the grass, dew clung to the grass stems, and butter-like nutrients gathered at the roots. The land had roads where heroes could gallop, markets where men and women could trade, and meadows for horse races—a place of joy even for the poor. Joru's intentions were clear: the Ling people could settle there without any time limits or rent. Furthermore, Joru generously gifted the palaces and castles constructed by traders from Jiacha to the Ling people as a welcoming gift. The leaders of Ling unanimously agreed to move to the Yellow River valley as soon as possible. Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen declared that all of Ling’s people and livestock should gather at the Deyada Tang Chamou area in the Yellow River valley on the 10th day of the 12th month, where Joru would allocate the land. Chao Tong's Request Everyone was excited about the move, but they were uncertain how Joru would divide the land. Chao Tong, in particular, was anxious. He feared that Joru would assign him an undesirable area. Rushing ahead of the others, Chao Tong arrived at the Yellow River valley first. Upon arrival, his first act was to invite Joru to his tent, where he served delicacies made from milk produced by cows that had nursed calves for over three years, along with sweet butter, milk residue, and tender mutton. Then, without hesitation, he directly expressed his request to Joru: “Dear nephew, who always achieves what he wants, please take care of me and assign me a good piece of land.” Joru found this amusing but nodded in agreement. Joru Allocates the Land On the 10th day of the 12th month, the people of Ling gathered at the Deyada Tang Chamou area in the Yellow River valley. Joru, dressed in formal attire with a ceremonial hat and shining boots, stood before the six clans. His commanding presence was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. Joru began by describing the geography of the Yellow River valley and then sang: “Above lies the Jaga region, Below lies the Jhana region, Ahead lies the Hor region of Achin, Behind lies the Rong region of Adi. The Yellow River has three bends, The first bend belongs to Ling, The second and third are Hor’s domain, called Angtang.” He then proceeded to allocate the land, singing as he did so: “The Zela Sekadu area of the Yellow River valley, With a sky like an eight-spoked wheel, And land like an eight-petaled lotus, With small hills bearing eight auspicious symbols, Is the best place for officials to reside. I assign it to Niben Daya, Where the eight brothers of the Senior lineage shall live.” “The fertile Pemarongshya valley, Where wild deer leap and play, Where yellow-horned yaks sharpen their horns, With endless grass for grazing, And forests for shelter, Is a place for great men to live. I assign it to my brother Basen, For the six Wenbu of Middle lineage to settle.” “The Middle Reaches of the Yellow River Zera area, Where wildflowers bloom across fragrant meadows, Where cool breezes pay grass taxes, And rivers offer tree taxes, With mountains like hanging curtains, And the Yellow River like clean water, Is a place for powerful leaders. I assign it to my uncle, the Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen.” “The Zhadoqi valley on the shadowed side of the Yellow River, With 108 grand stupas, And 1,022 temples, Is where the dragon mother worships, Where dragon cattle and sheep graze together. It is for leaders with vast territories. I assign it to my father, King Senlun.” “The lower reaches of the Yellow River, Lugu area, Like an arrow in its quiver, The Sibake Maorongzong area, Where snow falls year-round, Winds blow in every season, And magic echoes when you call. It is a place for fierce men to live. I assign it to my uncle, King Chao Tong.” Thus, Joru allocated the land one by one, ensuring that each leader received their territory. Joru and his mother, Guomu, continued living in their small tent in the lower reaches of the Yellow River. A New Beginning in the Yellow River Valley The people of Ling were all satisfied and overjoyed. Only Chao Tong was secretly displeased, but he didn’t dare to show it on his face—after all, this was no longer Ling, and Joru’s power had become even greater here. On the 15th day of the 12th month, Joru opened his storeroom and brought out sacred treasures: a golden statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, a white conch-shell Avalokiteshvara, a naturally-formed stone Tara, the Dharma conch Gamujangza, the Dharma drum Saiweiweidan, the cymbals Nimazhuza, the ceremonial flag Zhalachandong, and seven sets of treasure relics from hidden caches. He placed them on the incense altar and instructed the people of Ling to diligently offer their prayers and devotions. From that point onward, the six clans of Ling began their new lives in the Yellow River valley. Notes: Aji Jorji: A nickname for Joru.

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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 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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