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K i n g G e s a r of Tibet Dana (Yapu) Monastery Dana Monastery is also called the "Ling Kingdom Monastery" because of its connection to the legendary Tibetan hero King Gesar. While many scholars believe Gesar is a mythical figure, people in the Yushu region firmly believe that Gesar was a historical figure and that he once lived in Dana Monastery. place that Connected with King Gesar Dana (Yapu) Monastery Dana Monastery is the only Yeba Kagyu monastery in Qinghai. The Yeba Kagyu tradition was founded by Yeshe Zhepa, a disciple of Phagmo Drupa. Later generations of followers honored him as "Sangye Yeba." In 1171, during the Southern Song Dynasty, Yeshe Zhepa built Yapu Monastery in the Kham region, which later became known as Yeba Monastery, giving rise to the Yeba Kagyu tradition. Dana Monastery is also called the "Ling Kingdom Monastery" because of its connection to the legendary Tibetan hero King Gesar. While many scholars believe Gesar is a mythical figure, people in the Yushu region firmly believe that Gesar was a historical figure and that he once lived in Dana Monastery. The monastery houses many relics said to belong to Gesar and his generals. King Gesar in The Epic of King Gesar was a follower of the Yeba Kagyu tradition. In the Yeba Hall, the lower right quarter is dedicated to Gesar and is called the Gesar Hall. In the center of its east wall stands a 9-meter-tall statue of King Gesar, flanked by statues of his generals, Jiben and Jacha, which are slightly smaller than the central Gesar statue. In front of the Gesar statue, there are swords said to belong to Gesar and Jacha. On the southern side, there are various belts said to belong to Gesar's queen, Zhuomo, including the most precious one made of conch shells. The walls display weapons, armor, and clothing believed to belong to Gesar and his 30 generals. There is also brocade khatas donated by the 9th and 10th Karmapas to the Gesar statue. On both sides of the west wall's door frame are sculptures of Queen Zhuomo and her sister Naichong, with the walls adorned with animal skins (tiger, leopard, bear, etc.) said to have been used by Jacha to transport tea from inland China. In another small chapel of the Yeba Hall, there is a "Papen" scripture believed to have been recited by Gesar himself. On Longbao Mountain, west of Dana Monastery, there are many stone formations at the peak, including stupas believed to be the burial sites of Gesar and his generals. These stupas are in the Gelug style and have Tibetan inscriptions in various colors, though many have become unreadable due to weathering and animal activity. Inside some stupas are small clay statues, usually in four colors: the largest are white, followed by light red, dark red, and the smallest are black. Each clay statue bears Sanskrit inscriptions similar to the six-syllable mantra. Unfortunately, most of the Gesar relics in the monastery were destroyed during the late 1960s to mid-1970s. Today, only a few items remain, including a felt hat, shield, helmet, fragments of armor, scripture pages said to belong to King Gesar, 30 small white conch shells from Queen Zhuomo's conch belt, and a few items from the generals Danma and Nang'e.

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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 49 Fury Drives Gyatsa In Pursuit Of Foes; Karma Unavoidable, The Heavenly Dog Devours The Bright Moon The Chase Begins When Gyatsa and the other heroes of the Ling Kingdom arrived at the city of Dazi, they found it empty, its gates wide open. The precious treasures from the vaults had all been plundered by the Hor people. The great hero Gyatsa was so enraged he felt as if smoke were rising from his seven orifices. Like a man possessed, he neither consulted with the others nor made any battle plans. Alone, he charged off in the direction the Hor army had retreated. How could Gyatsa not be frantic? When Gesar had gone north to subdue the demons, he had entrusted all state affairs to him, charging him with protecting the Ling Kingdom, guarding the queen, and defending the herds at home. But now? The queen had been abducted, the treasures looted. How could he face King Gesar upon his return? As the proverb says: "The true hero among brave men is recognized in times of crisis; the thousand-league steed among fine horses is distinguished in races across the great plains; the wise man among the people reveals his capability when great events arise." Now, in this moment of crisis, it was time for him, Gyatsa, to show his true mettle. As Gyatsa galloped forward furiously, he spoke to his white-shouldered steed beneath him: O White-Shouldered Horse, my White-Shouldered Horse, Today in battle, I rely on you. Leap over cliffs and scale rocky mountains, Let your four hooves tread as if on level ground; Jump across great rivers and broad streams, Be like the golden-eyed fish in the water; Possess the skill of the white eagle, Run swifter than a flash of lightning; Today I go to slay our foes, In this fight, my only companion is you; Together we'll charge into the Hor camp, And turn their world upside down! Listen well, my horse, my horse, Today you are truly needed, To defend our homeland in this hour, To charge and triumph in this fray. The White-Shouldered Horse understood its master's words and ran as if its hooves were borne by the wind, swift as lightning across the sky. After an unknown length of time, both Gyatsa and his horse saw them: the Hor troops covering the mountains and plains, their weapons dense as a forest. Gyatsa recklessly plunged into the Hor ranks. His white-tasseled sword swung left and right, cutting down Hor soldiers until blood and flesh flew; his thunderous arrows shot in all directions, felling Hor troops who rolled on the ground. The Hor army was thrown into immediate chaos, crying for their fathers and mothers, scattering into two fleeing groups. One group, led by Sinba Meruze, Duoqin, and Prince Lawu Laibu, fled along the direction of the Jieri Sandy Mountains. The other, led by the Black Tent King and Tangze, fled toward the Dujia Koxiu Azalea Stone Mountain. A Fated Duel Niben, Gade, and Danma swiftly pursued the Hor troops fleeing toward the Azalea Stone Mountain. Gyatsa spotted a figure who seemed to be Duoqin behind the retreating red-tasseled troops and flew after him like a bird. Duoqin recognized the pursuer as Gyatsa and dared not look back, only urging the main Hor force to flee desperately. Unable to catch Duoqin, Gyatsa turned back and encountered another Hor contingent, at the front of which walked Prince Lawu Laibu. Gyatsa quickly lashed his white horse three times and charged toward them like a flash of lightning. The Hor soldiers scattered in all directions, regardless of the path. Wherever Lawu fled, Gyatsa pursued. Lawu naturally knew that encountering Gyatsa meant there was no escape from fate. He nocked an iron arrow with pheasant feathers on his precious bow, looped the ring of his white-backed treasured blade inlaid with cat's eye agate onto his thumb, and said, "Gyatsa! Today, it seems I am fated not to escape alive. But before I die, I must loose one arrow!" With a whoosh, the iron arrow flew out, passing right through the middle of the red silk tassel on Gyatsa's helmet. Enraged, Gyatsa drew his Yasi blade and charged at Lawu. Lawu dared not look back, only fled forward—from the top of the ravine to the snow-capped mountains, from the mouth of the valley to the riverbank, across the great plains, along the mountainsides, and back onto the main road—with Gyatsa in close pursuit. Finally, they returned to the front of the Jieri Anqing Sandy Mountains. Just as Gyatsa was about to catch up, his mount unexpectedly refused to continue the chase and instead backed away. Gyatsa quickly dismounted, drew a golden-tailed arrow, and shot. It struck Lawu squarely in the back. Lawu arched his back, struggled forward a few steps, and then fell from his horse. Gyatsa severed Lawu's head and began walking down the mountain path! At that moment, sparse raindrops began to fall from the sky. A rainbow appeared between the clouds, black grouse cried mournfully, white vultures circled overhead, and a pure white cloud drifted slowly northward. Suddenly, immense sorrow welled up in Gyatsa's heart. The image of King Gesar appeared vividly in his mind. Overwhelmed by longing, his tears fell like leaves struck by frost. He dismounted to catch his breath and rest briefly, his thoughts calming slightly. Resolutely, he thought: "The mountains and rivers of Ling are already shattered. I am separated from Gesar in life, and forever parted from heroic brothers like Yuda and Maerle in death. Truly, it would be better to die than endure this!" Unable to suppress the grief and anguish in his heart, he entrusted these feelings to the messenger of the white clouds and sang a song in the melodious tune of "Fresh Flower's Wonderful Sound": In the vast, ethereal sky, The wandering white cloud is like a beauty from afar. From whence do you come? And where will you go tonight? In the north, at Xiameri Jie, King Gesar is my younger brother. Does he have any good news? O white cloud! If you are going north, Please carry a few words for me. Tell the Great Lion King: Do not linger long in the northern lands. If you do not return to Ling soon, The Hor will devour the Ling Kingdom. Seeing our people suffer such humiliation, You went to that distant demon kingdom, Yet your own homeland slips from your grasp. My life's span is nearing its end, No need to speak of how desolate, how melancholy! In the summer of the Wood-Tiger year, You, Great Lion King Gesar, With your purple face clenching white conch teeth, Round eyes glaring like purple-red coral, The silk tassel on your helmet fluttering, Vulture feather plumes trembling, Lightning-warding armor gleaming brightly, Chestnut steed's hooves spinning like the wind, Rode alone, ceaselessly, to the north, Leaving me behind like a bird abandoned on a desolate shore. Just like the eye on the forehead and the heart in the chest, We are torn apart, alive yet separated. Though I speak these words, When I think of Joru, I pray and call his name. Gesar's protection knows no distance, In our hearts, we brothers are not apart. If you think of me, Xiega, Please also call the name of me, Gyatsa. These are the heartfelt words I send him. Had the great king not gone north, We brothers, arm in arm, Though the sun and moon are revered, their halos would tremble; Though the Garuda is skilled, its wings would quiver; Though the wild lion is fierce, its four paws would leap. He possesses miraculous transformations, I have courage and martial prowess. The masses fight like fierce tigers, Even turning heaven and earth is within our grasp. Though not destined by the lines on my forehead, This was to be the fortune of the Ling people. This War God's purple longevity robe, And that guardian Vajra armor, I ask the Dakini Heavenly Mother to take back, Or else return them to Gesar, For those who need them to wear! Though vexation arises, it is my nature; Though tears flow, they are but dew. May, in the luminous deeds for all beings, The tale of Xiega be widely sung. The Final Confrontation Gyatsa laid down his weapons, removed his armor, and placed the War God's purple longevity robe and guardian golden armor on a square stone. He kowtowed to it three times, wrapped it in a seamless divine silk undershirt, placed it in a marmot hole, and blocked the entrance with three white stones, praying: "I return these gifts to the War God!" He then mounted Lawu's warhorse and pursued the fleeing Hor troops. He caught up with Sinba Meruze and the five hundred red-tasseled troops who had originally hidden in a remote ravine of the Xieri Sandy Mountains. Since the red tassel on his helmet had been shot off by Lawu, Gyatsa inserted two pieces of silk on either side of his helmet crest. From afar, it looked like Lawu's white horsetail tassel. The Hor troops initially thought it was Lawu, but when Gyatsa came within an arrow's shot, drew his treasured blade, and charged to kill, they realized it was Gyatsa and scattered in panic. Sinba Meruze quickly shouted, "Please charge no further! Gyatsa! To pursue the weak without restraint—must you force everyone to the cliff's edge for a life-and-death struggle?" At this point, Gyatsa would not listen to any admonition. He hacked and slashed his way, driving the last remaining Hor stragglers into a small stream gully beside a pale gray cliff. Sinba turned and leaped up the cliff. Gyatsa pursued fiercely from below, outflanked him, and blocked the path ahead. With no escape, Sinba hid in a bend of the cliff, dismounted, and stood facing the direction of Hor, confronting Gyatsa who remained on horseback. Lawu's horse, overdriven by Gyatsa and with Gyatsa brandishing his sword before it, suddenly reared in fright, throwing the unprepared Gyatsa off. He landed directly on a spear point and was gravely wounded. As the prophecy "the bright full moon of the fifteenth falls upon the plain" foretold, he could not rise for a moment. Seeing the situation, Sinba thought to leave, but unexpectedly, Gyatsa summoned strength from somewhere. He hurled his treasured blade with force and shouted, "Sinba Meruze! I am done for. Better you give me a clean end! Then you can go claim merit and reward before the White Tent King!" But Meruze's eyes streamed with tears as he wept, "Must I truly exhaust all evil deeds? My heart has always yearned for the cause of the Great Lion King. Since following the White Tent King on this campaign, I have avoided conflict at every turn. I never imagined that today fate would demand I commit this evil against the Bumba King! Yet, it must be said, your Ling troops, insisting on sheer force, showed no restraint at all, ruining my lifelong aspirations." Saying this, he wept like a child. Hearing his words, Gyatsa felt a touch of solace. Since the war between the two armies began, Sinba had indeed consistently avoided conflict. That they had come to such a pass was simply the inescapable karma of them both! So, in a very gentle tone, he said, "Sinba Meruze! To starve rather than eat rotten chaff is the nature of the white-mouthed wild horse; to die of thirst rather than drink ditch water is the nature of the red-haired wild yak; to suffer unto death without shedding a tear is the character of a true man. There's no need for alarm; this is our destined lifespan! Who lives and who dies is still unknown, but neither of us wants to leave behind the reputation of a fox fleeing battle. Let us have one final archery contest and let fate decide victory!" Since fate had driven these two natural adversaries to such a point, despite his extreme reluctance, Sinba, with tears streaming, agreed. Gyatsa picked up a bow and arrows, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. He shot an arrow that struck the tassel atop Sinba's helmet without harming him in the least. When it was Meruze's turn to shoot, tears already blurred his vision. It seemed fate had decreed that no matter how he tried to avoid it, he must fulfill the tribulation of Lord Bumba's destined end. Helplessly, he silently called the name of the Great Lion King, sorrowfully thinking that his own destiny was originally to assist King Gesar in achieving great deeds, yet now he had become the enemy who killed the king's own brother. The arrow flew out and struck Lord Gyatsa squarely in the forehead. He stiffened, fell to the ground, and passed from this world. The Heavenly Mother Langman Gam believed that if Sinba did not sever Gyatsa's head and hang it on the golden roof of Yaze City, it would not ignite King Gesar's immense hatred. So, she transformed into the appearance of a demon deity, used a yellow thunderbolt treasured blade to cleave Gyatsa's body from his head, and spoke from the air: "Red-Armed Sinba! Take this enemy's head to boast before your foes and claim merit before your kin! Hang it on the golden roof of Yaze City, and the White Tent King will have his wish fulfilled!" While Sinba was still hesitating, Danma and Gade, seeing the ominous rainbow light, rushed over. Sinba had no choice but to hastily discard all his weapons and depart, taking only Gyatsa's head. Ling's Grief and a Vow of Vengeance The grievous news reached Ling, plunging all into mourning, a pain beyond words. Compounded by the abduction of Queen Zumu and the continued absence of the Great Lion King, the skies over Ling grew dark with despair! Upon hearing of Gyatsa's death, Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen, Danma, and other Ling heroes rushed to the scene. The moment the Chief Steward saw Gyatsa's body, he let out a great cry and fainted. A long time passed before he regained consciousness. Rongtsa Chagen felt as if a knife were twisting in his heart, his aged face streaked with tears. Queen Zumu had been seized, Ling's treasures plundered, and now Gyatsa was slain—what face did the heroes of Ling have left to live in this world! "Detestable, hateful Yellow Hor people! Deserving of death and dismemberment, you Sinbas! What sins have you committed!" The gathered brothers could not hold back their tears. "To starve rather than eat rotten chaff is the nature of the white-mouthed wild horse; to die of thirst rather than drink ditch water is the nature of the red-haired wild horse; to suffer unto death without shedding a tear is the character of a true man. We heroes of Ling would rather die in battle than sigh or weep. We must rally our spirits and avenge Gyatsa!" The hero Danma's eyes blazed with fury, his words resolute and forceful. The heroes of Ling checked their tears. Danma waved his blade, and the brothers prepared to follow him in pursuit of the Hor army. King Senlun stopped them: "Halt, young men! Stop quickly. Gyatsa is already dead. Do you still wish to throw your lives away?" "No! Without killing the White Tent King, without killing Sinba Meruze, my rage, Danma's rage, will not be quelled." "We must go, King Senlun. Please wait here with the Chief Steward for news of our victory." The young warriors brandished their blades and spears, determined to chase and slay the Hor. "Which of you has martial skill surpassing Gyatsa's? Who among you is more valiant than Gyatsa?" The young men looked at each other, unable to answer. "Good, no one. In Ling, aside from Gesar, no one could match Gyatsa. Now Gyatsa is dead. Relying on you will not bring back the queen or recover the treasures." "Then, is it all over?" "No! This account is not settled. Our Great Lion King will return soon. Once he does, the White Tent King, the Yellow Tent King, the Black Tent King of Hor—none shall keep their lives." King Senlun patiently reasoned with the young men, for many men of Ling Gabu had already died. To continue such a reckless pursuit would not kill the Hor but would instead lead to ambushes and the same fate as Gyatsa. The grief-stricken Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen nodded repeatedly. He agreed with King Senlun's stance, unable to bear seeing more young men of Ling die like Gyatsa. "This... this... this... how can I swallow this anger!" The hero Danma's eyes reddened with pent-up fury, his large fists clenched until they cracked. "Then let it be this way. We, uncles and nephews, shall each shoot an arrow toward the Hor city. Each arrow shall strike a target, letting the White Tent King understand that the heroes of our Ling Kingdom are as numerous as grass on the earth, sand on the riverbanks—impossible to kill off or exhaust." King Senlun proposed another idea. The heroes drew their bows and nocked arrows, each silently praying for heavenly aid. They would shoot their arrows directly into the palace where the White Tent King of Hor resided. The heroes sang: One arrow pierced your golden spire's crest, symbolizing the splitting of the celestial demon's skull; One arrow flew towards the yak-hair net of the treasure banner, symbolizing the suppression of the sky demon¹ to the earth; One arrow struck the joint of the flying eaves, symbolizing the command of the earth demon to serve; One arrow shattered the sun-facing window's glass mirror, symbolizing the scattering of the White Tent King's soul; One arrow shot straight into the royal palace, Symbolizing the plucking of the White Tent King's heart. The heroes will have their successors, Who will carve a path upon your snowy mountains, Who will dance the warhorse dance upon your vast plains, Who will reduce the thousand-peaked Yaze City to ashes, Who will sever the heads of all remaining Sinba, Who will place a horse's saddle upon the neck of you, White Tent King, Who will make the wild grasses across your land sing a mournful tune, Who will ensure the twelve tribes of Achin Never again have a place of peaceful dwelling... After this invocation, several arrows were loosed together. As if guided by the prayer, they struck precisely the places the heroes had intended. Although Danma's resentment was not fully quelled, his fury had subsided considerably.

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 97 The Xinch King's Vengeance and Tangze Yuzhou's Fall Tangze Yuzhou's Fall and Xinchi King's Fatal Rashness The cry of Gula's downfall fell upon Xinchi King's ears, igniting a blaze of grief and fury within him. Swiftly he saddled his man-eating Red Demon Horse, donned his threefold armor, and with his five ministers spurring their mounts without rest, they thundered toward the Ling stronghold like a violent storm, leaving trails of billowing dust in their wake. From Lingga, the hero Danma vaulted onto his steed of attainment, bow drawn and arrow nocked, racing forth to meet the enemy. But Achong Kalong Dorje Wangdui of the Men Kingdom wheeled his Windchaser Blue Horse around, whipping his long sword from its sheath to block Danma's path. Danma loosed a single arrow that struck Achong square in the chest, sending him tumbling from his saddle. The remaining four ministers of Men, seeing the tide turn against them, reined their horses about and fled toward the Lingga central camp. At that moment, the Yellow Tassel general Seba Niben Daya mounted his Golden-Winged Flying Horse, while the Blue Tassel general Mujang Renqing Daru leaped upon his Azure Roc Steed. The two great warriors charged forth—one wielding his blade in defiance, the other cleaving through the fiery-forged crimson helmet of Kacha Puyi Keguo, splitting both head and body in two like the opening of a jeweled amulet box, the halves falling on either side of the horse. Dongjiong Dala Chiga then stood upon his saddle-back, brandishing his blade in repeated challenge against the two Lingga generals, but they ignored him and wheeled their mounts back. The heroes Danma and Kamba Yuden each loosed arrows at Xinchi King and the Men princes Yuzhu Dajie and Yuzhu Tuocan, yet none found their mark. Then the peerless warrior Tangze Yuzhou soared forth upon his Azure Roc Horse, galloping before Xinchi King and proclaiming: "Arrogant Gula of the southern lands—yesterday the heroes of Ling captured him, and in the southern forest's four valleys at the three-way crossing, they flayed his skin and buried him beneath the earth. Does this please you, King Xinchi? Behold this keen blade of mine—I shall thrust it into you, mighty Xinchi King, and test its sharpness!" Xinchi King answered not a word. Instead, he loosed his Joyous Ishvara Demon-possessed Red Sandalwood Arrow—against which no amulet or protection could avail. Where the arrow struck, Tangze Yuzhou's body shattered into a hundred pieces and fell from his horse. The heroes of Lingga, witnessing this, felt as though daggers pierced their very hearts. Blazing with fury, they threw themselves into hand-to-hand combat with Xinchi King. Then the Invincible King Gesar, from his flaming golden throne, shot an arrow at Xinchi that struck the tailbone of his man-eating Red Demon Horse, felling the beast instantly. Forced onto foot, Xinchi was helped by Dongjiong Dala Chiga onto the White Conch Flower-Nose Horse, and the two fled together on one mount, never looking back until they vanished across the desolate plains. King Gesar's Triumph Over the One-Legged Demon Master The warriors of Lingga bore the body of the peerless Tangze Yuzhou into the sacred tent, where they made offerings of holy water and butter lamps. After three days, when his spirit had departed, they cremated the remains on the edge of the Gamu Latang plateau below Ema Tang. There they raised a white stupa of twenty-one tiers, its spire adorned with a golden sun and silver moon, its four corners hung with tinkling silver bells, and placed his ashes within. King Gesar pronounced the vow that his soul might ascend to the pure celestial realms and merge into the body of the Green Melodious Goddess. That very day, as Xinchi King and Dongjiong Dala Chiga rode their shared mount back to the Men camp, the assembled ministers came to pay homage. After conversing awhile, Xinchi King declared: "Speak no more of overcoming the Ling forces in battle. Every division must hold fast to its own position. Above all, you must guard the nine-tiered Dongri Castle. Within the southern royal palace's treasury lie five generations of rare treasures—the Ling army must not seize them. As long as the Nectar of National Protection, the Heaven-Cleaving Great Sword, and the Auspicious Jewel of Gawa Yangchi remain in our hands, we shall not lose the realm!" Xinchi King then assigned each of the Achong captains their posts—who should guard the passes, who should scout the enemy. The Men officers returned to their camps, preparing for battle. Damu Qiongguo and Tuosi Angya led ten thousand scouts to the Upper Abeng Rocky Mountain, where they split into four groups and lay in ambush, watching the enemy's movements. Within the sacred white tent of Lingga, the Invincible King Gesar foresaw the southern ambush and bestowed his Four-Feathered Golden Black-Iron Divine Arrow upon the hero Danma, commanding him to wipe out every last one of the hidden soldiers. Danma wiped the arrow clean with red silk, murmured "As commanded," and from the Lingga camp drew his bow, summoning dragons and deities as he released the divine arrow toward the rocky mountain. In an instant, dozens of thunderbolts rained down, obliterating the entire crag. Stone shards filled the sky like snowflakes, and dust veiled heaven and earth in impenetrable gloom that did not lift for seven days. Of the ten thousand scouts, not a single one survived—all crushed beneath the falling rock. Meanwhile, the Darong chief Chao Tong, master of spells and secret arts, was practicing his lightning-curse exorcism rites. The Black-Cloak Protector Gade Chujiong Benna and the revered lama Dapan of Lingga prepared the ritual torma offerings for driving away evil. At this time, the One-Legged Demon Master of the Men Kingdom had completed his secret rite to bring landslides and floods upon the Ling camp. On the ninth day of early autumn, he cast his ensorcelled torma into the southern river, and instantly mountain shadows appeared within the water. Chao Tong hastily hurled his meteoric thunder-torma toward the south, and the curse's force turned the Demon Master's own torma back upon him, striking the Red-Faced Rakshasa Mountain's crimson cliffs and pulverizing his hermitage. The One-Legged Demon Master lost an eye and had a leg shattered by the blast. In panic, he abandoned his ritual drums and cymbals and fled. Chao Tong gave chase, and spotting a musk-deer cave atop a forested ridge in the upper valley, he saw the Demon Master transform into a pigeon, fluttering within the cavern. Chao Tong shifted into a sparrow, alighting on a willow branch beside the cave mouth, pecking at yellow blossoms and chirping "tweet tweet" twice. Hearing the sparrow, the One-Legged Demon Master recognized his enemy Chao Tong. Beating his wings, he transformed into a fierce young goshawk and dove to seize the sparrow. The Demon Master Sealed Beneath the Black Stupa King Gesar and Gade arrived swiftly and encountered the One-Legged Demon Master's mother—the Western Red-Faced Rakshasa Woman. Her hair was whiter than conch shells, her eyes bluer than indigo, her mouth utterly toothless. Her upper lip curled with iron fangs and her lower lip with bronze tusks. Her two breasts hung over her shoulders, and upon her back she carried a bundle of worn shoes. Gade, holding his emptiness-embracing lasso, pointed and asked: "Mother, where does that road over there lead?" The Demon Master's mother looked where Gade indicated and replied in surprise: "Oh! In these vast mountains and wild forests, what road could there be?" As she turned her head, Gade's lasso snapped around her. King Gesar then assumed the form of the Red-Faced Rakshasa Woman and strode toward where the goshawk pursued the sparrow. Chao Tong's sparrow, recognizing the ruse, flew into the embrace of the false mother. The old crone raised her rattan staff to separate sparrow and goshawk. The One-Legged Demon Master thought to himself: This old woman seems not to be my true mother—surely this is the trick of that demon Joru of Ling! So he turned away and flew to the base of an oak tree, where he transformed into three female deer drinking and grazing. Chao Tong promptly became three hunting dogs and gave chase. The three deer squeezed into the hollow of a rotting sandalwood tree, and the three dogs surrounded it, but no Lingga warriors appeared. After a while, the Demon Master transformed into three tigresses, scattering the three dogs and breaking free. Only then did the Lingga warriors and their king arrive. Chao Tong complained: "I suffered such hardship today—why did you all come so late? Now I am hungry and parched!" King Gesar smiled and said: "Forgive my uncle for today's trial—our delay cost us. But first, taste this sweet nectar." And he offered Chao Tong a sip of ambrosia. Chao Tong drank, and his thirst was quenched, his belly filled. King Gesar and his ministers crossed the Gongla Mountains, and on their return journey they spied a great black boulder bearing a water-stained footprint the length of a forearm upon it. Gesar lassoed the boulder and split it open—and there sat the One-Legged Demon Master, his lips trembling like banner ropes in the wind, his blood-red hands shaking like bushes in a gale. King Gesar demanded: "You One-Legged Demon Master—you can fly to the heavens, dive into the earth, manifest terrors in the sky, master all illusions and transformations. What manner of being are you truly?" The One-Legged Demon Master rose, kowtowed three times, and kneeled with thumb raised to the sky, confessing: "My savior, Great King Gesar! In my previous life I served as lamplighter at the Radiant Auspicious Stupa temple of King Gocha in Nepal, named Pachu. Someone falsely accused me of stealing a golden Buddha image, and the judge had my kneecaps removed. From that day I lost faith in the Dharma and grew disgusted with my yidam, so I made an evil vow and was reborn in the domain of the Western Red-Faced Rakshasa as the One-Legged Demon." After he finished his confession and pleaded for mercy, the Lion King Gesar of Ling declared: "You One-Legged Demon Master—your honeyed words deceive men, and not a single thing you say is true. You lost faith in the Buddha and betrayed the Dharma. Even if the Buddha himself came, he could not save you, let alone my guiding you from hell. Instead, here are three white mustard seeds. Eat one each day to eke out your miserable existence. Until river sand turns to grain, until riverbank ridges become yaks, until white boulders become sheep, until crows grow white feathers on their heads—you shall remain within this great rock. When the natural world is destroyed by water, only then shall you cease to be." So saying, he summoned the gods, dragons, and demons of the four directions and built a five-tiered black stupa to seal the One-Legged Demon Master within. Gesar named it the "Sacred Mountain Black Stupa," inscribed upon it the words "The One-Legged Demon Lies Here," and left upon it the hoofprints of his chestnut steed and his own handprint. Upon the stupa's summit he placed an eternal butter lamp. That same day, the Lingga warriors brought the Western Red-Faced Rakshasa Woman to the Lion's Cave above the sandalwood-shaped plateau. The Invincible King Gesar demanded: "You mother of the One-Legged Demon—what evils have you committed in the past?" The Rakshasa Woman replied: "In the age of Kashyapa Buddha, I worshipped and made offerings. In the age of Shakyamuni and Pema Tochin, I devoured human flesh and drank human blood—no one could subdue me. Now the Great King has tamed me. I have no choice but to surrender and take refuge in you. From now on, I will obey your commands, swear never to eat human flesh nor cut off human breath. I beg you to release me, unbound." The Lion King paid no heed to her pleas. He imprisoned the demoness within a great rock in the cave mouth, sealed it with his golden seal, and condemned her to never rise again. With all accomplished, the Lingga warriors returned triumphantly to their great camp. The War Council and Prince Zhale's Battle Deployment After subduing the One-Legged Demon Master and his mother, King Gesar returned to the Lingga camp and ascended his flaming golden throne. His face shone like the full moon on the fifteenth night as he declared: "Heroes of Lingga—how shall we wage war from here? How shall we cow the southern King Xinchi? When the sun rises tomorrow, whether to attack or defend shall be commanded by Prince Zhale." Prince Zhale, obeying the king's command, sang a song of deployment to annihilate the enemy at Yimu Tang and besiege the southern strongholds: When tomorrow's sun ascends, Hor's Sinba Meruze shall serve As right-wing commander-in-chief, Mustering fifty thousand crimson-tasseled troops, With nineteen thousand riders at his side. Adanam of the northern lands, Raise fifty thousand soldiers great, With nineteen thousand mounted knights, To follow crimson Sinba's advance And strike the southern Yimu Tang— Slay the Men Kingdom's great host, Not one survivor left to tell. The northern Dulchen Ruibao Fort— Two heroes shall occupy. For the left-wing assault, The fierce War God Yula Toju commands. Jiang's officer Yucao and young prince Yuchi Gongwa Shall join the general Yula, Leading fifty thousand green-tasseled troops, With nineteen thousand riders bold— Press forward without delay, Seize Yuzhu Siren Castle, Three heroes shall hold the ground. For the eastern assault command, Chaxiang Danma takes the lead. Supporting him in battle comes Bara Senda Adong— Together raise five myriad troops, With nineteen thousand horsemen armed, To conquer Damu Rongcha Fort, Two heroes shall defend that post. Bumba's Prince Zhale, Seba's Niben Daya, Wenbu's Alubasen— Each shall raise five myriad troops, Each with nineteen thousand knights, To besiege the western great camp, To take Majia Chazong Fort— We three heroes shall garrison. The Black-Cloak Protector Gade, La Guo Benglu Rong's son, Mujang Renqing Daru, Jiaqing Gama Zhandui, Bengbu Tuoguo Bawa— These five fierce warrior-heroes Shall lead the swarming infantry, With horsemen swift as hailstorms, To occupy below Yimu Tang And above the Ti Tang Cha Mu grounds, In an enveloping net— Unless Xinchi's retinue Has wings to fly the sky Or claws to tunnel underground, No path of escape remains. The Men-Ling war has raged three years, And victory belongs to Ling. The southern granaries above— Now Ling shall claim them all. Meiduo Zhuoma, Men's princess— Today we learn if she is fair or foul. The southern thieves' great army Once turned camps to seas of blood— Now I see them as tiger cubs In mountain valleys, boasting prowess, But driven to the northern marsh, Cubs become mere watchdogs. After the song, the heroes of Lingga obeyed Prince Zhale's commands. The first force, commanded by Crimson Sinba, advanced with fifty thousand red-tasseled troops and nineteen thousand horsemen, cutting their path through the Abeng Rocky Mountain. The northern heroine Adanam led her massed black-tasseled army, following Hor Sinba's forces in the pre-dawn darkness. The remaining Lingga divisions broke camp and surged like floodwaters toward the southern Yimu Tang. The Men Kingdom's forces stationed at Upper Yimu Tang's plain were still scrambling inside their tiger, leopard, and bear tents when the Men officers Dongde Yuega and Ludui Labu galloped their chestnut wild horses before Hor's Crimson Sinba, blocking his path and singing: Red-clad, red-horsed, red dwarf— Are you not the kingdom-ruining Sinba Meruze? The Hor tribe's White Tent King Was your lifelong lord and master— Yet you let that villain Joru of Ling Drag him to the slaughter-ground! Tangze boy and Sinba— Now you've lost your lands and come to Men— Have you come seeking your own funeral pyre? They loosed a virulent poisoned arrow that shattered Sinba's golden mirror breastplate—yet failed to wound him. Sinba clamped his eighteen-catty iron fish-head pipe between his teeth, drew deeply from his wild-ox hide tobacco pouch, and exhaled a cloud of smoke so thick it shrouded the great valley. He drew another small puff and blew it forth, filling the entire ravine with rolling haze. Then he tucked the pipe into his belt, slung the pouch, planted his feet in the stirrups, stood upon the saddle's front bow, and nocked an arrow as he answered Ludui Labu: "You whelps of Men—can you not see death already upon you? You've spouted enough wild words. For the murder of my brother Tangze Yuzhou, I shall repay your Men kingdom one by one. See this arrow on my mighty bow—today I aim at your demon heart, and I will spill your lifeblood!" With that, Sinba released his arrow. But Ludui Labu, feet in stirrups, stood upon his chestnut wild horse's back—the arrow pierced the front saddle bow and destroyed the rear, yet harmed neither man nor beast. Ludui Labu then recklessly shook his reins and charged straight into Sinba's forces. Sinba gave chase as Men's Dongde Yuega plunged into the melee to aid his comrade. Adanam galloped forward to block the Men officer, her arrow striking Dongde Yuega's chest—but not fatally. Dongde Yuega wheeled his horse and plunged back into the army. Meanwhile, Sinba carved through Ludui Labu's ranks, slaying some nine hundred southern soldiers. The generals Jayu Dengba Xieni and Zhuzha Yamo each loosed arrows at Sinba, but in his fury, the upper half of his face blazed red as a volcano while the lower half darkened like storm clouds—he resembled the Red-Faced King of Hell himself. The two Men generals exchanged terrified glances and fled. Sinba pursued, and spotting Ludui Labu at the shores of Qila Lake, abandoned the chase of the two generals and struck Ludui Labu a single blow across the head—his black round skull tumbled to the ground, his body slumping from the horse. Sinba abandoned the chestnut wild horse and, arriving at a fork between two valleys, encountered a band of southern prisoners. He approached them and met with Yula Toju and his officers. Together they pressed on to eliminate the remnants of Upper Yimu Tang's forces. At this point, Men's officer Dongde Yuega kowtowed repeatedly, begging Yula for quarter. Yula led his victorious troops back to Upper Yimu Tang, where the other heroes and warriors arrived in turn. The King's Defiance and Princess Meiduo's Plea King Gesar, commanding the rearguard, finally arrived at Yimu Tang, and the Lingga army established a camp more magnificent and formidable than ever before, continuing their plans to seize the Men royal palace of Dongri Langzong. Upon his golden throne, King Xinchi could not sit still. Time and again he climbed to the palace roof to scan the horizon. At the sight of Ling's mighty camp spreading across Yimu Tang, a chill ran down his spine. Trembling, he descended to the council hall of Qiongzong's upper floor, where his ministers were reveling in fine wine and rich meat, and sang: Ling's army stands before our gates— That villain Joru of Ling Has come to exterminate the southern realm, Yet you sit in comfort still! Now we must plot with cunning wiles, Turn defeat to victory, destroy the Ling! Jayu Dengba Xieni— Lead thirteen Achong captains, Command five thousand troops, With nine hundred twenty-four mules Bearing countless precious goods— Depart at once for eastern Jhana, Submit to the great Jhana Emperor, Invite their army to Men's domain, To aid the southern kingdom's cause And crush the eastern Ling— Ministers, mark my words with care! Just as Xinchi King finished, Princess Meiduo Zhuoma and the Men consort Chixue, mother and daughter, led eighteen maidservants bearing golden pitchers of barley wine, silver pitchers of butter tea, and conch pitchers of cheese and milk, offering full vessels to the king and all assembled warriors. Princess Meiduo Zhuoma wore a brocade gown of Jhana silk, belted with a fiery crimson sash, a rainbow-colored apron edged with jingling gold and silver bells at her waist, and strings of turquoise and coral jewels about her neck. Bearing a golden-rimmed porcelain bowl engraved with coiled dragons and filled with barley wine, she offered it to her father, saying: "Father, please hear your daughter's words. I see this great war between Men and Ling as birds swept before the wind. To preserve your life, would it not be better to submit to Ling? Father and ministers alike—you have fought Ling for three years. Ling grows stronger with each battle, while Men grows ever weaker. Should we continue, Men cannot withstand the Ling forces. As the proverb says: 'The blue sky cannot be grasped by hand.' If we struggle with all our might regardless, the southern kingdom is no match for Ling. Attacking beyond our strength will only lose us our lands. Father Xinchi would become an arrow target—disaster stares us plainly in the face. If you would follow Meiduo's counsel: immediately invite three kings—the upper Jaga King, the lower China King, and the central Tagzig King. First, to broker peace between Men and Ling; second, to preserve my father's life; third, to bring peace to our southern land. These three goals serve your welfare—I beg father and ministers to consider carefully." When the princess finished, king and ministers exchanged silent glances. At last Xinchi King's face darkened as he declared: "I am besieged by enemies on all sides and have suffered misfortune, yet I do not regret it. After three years of war, I will never negotiate peace with Ling. Rather than beg that accursed Joru for my life, I would gladly surrender this precious life of mine!" With that, he raised his right fist in fury and beat his own chest like a drum.

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 99: The Princess Offers Treasures, the Lion King's Heart Rejoices; The Army Returns in Triumph, and the People Cheer in Welcome The Princess Seeks Refuge and the Submission of the Men Kingdom After the invincible King Gesar vanquished King Xinchi, as he descended from the sky, he saw Princess Meiduo Zhuoma and her mother, Queen Dawa Zedeng, standing beside the golden pinnacle of the palace tower, nearly consumed by the raging flames. When Princess Meiduo Zhuoma saw the Lion King descending from heaven, she prostrated herself repeatedly, knocking her head to the ground in worship, praying and crying out for rescue. She offered the Joyful Gathering Auspicious Treasure to King Gesar as a gift to spare her life. King Gesar welcomed both mother and daughter and settled them in the royal garden on the great lawn, where lotus flowers were in full bloom. Meanwhile, the valiant warriors of Lingga surrounded the great castle of Dongri Langzong from all sides, forcing the remaining troops of the Men Kingdom to surrender their weapons and hand over the Men Kingdom Royal Palace. Upon learning that Princess Meiduo Zhuoma was in the royal garden together with the invincible King Gesar, the Darong uncle Chao Tong was beside himself with joy. He muttered to himself, "Ah! Princess Meiduo Zhuoma — now she shall be mine!" He hastily gathered ninety-nine kinds of betrothal gifts for wooing Meiduo and was about to petition King Gesar for her hand in marriage when Michong spoke to Chao Tong with mischievous intent: "Listen to me, ministers of King Gesar, Hear what Michong has to say. Someone deliberately stirs up trouble, Sowing discord between Men and Ling, Insisting Meiduo is the root of all misfortune. Gods and demons playing tricks is nothing new — Meiduo need not grieve so deeply. Go quickly and report to the Lion King: With sincere heart she submits to Lingga, And will obey whatever the King commands. Darong Chao Tong, At such an advanced age, you know no shame! Before the assembled lords and heroes, You dare to ask for Meiduo's hand? As the saying goes: butter accompanies fine dishes, But eat too much and it harms the liver and gall. Chao Tong's songs may be moving, But hear too many and they become tiresome. If Meiduo is to be betrothed to someone, Among all the heroes of Lingga, I would have no objection to any of them. But if she is given to that old man Chao Tong, Who already has a wife — Michong will never rest easy! Though Michong's stature is small, He is still a man, And it is right and proper for him to marry and raise a family. The white khata on the golden table Is my offering of betrothal — I humbly request the lords and ministers to consider my suit." Chao Tong's eyes flashed like shooting stars as he glared at Michong, grinding his teeth in fury, too angry to speak. Most of the ministers understood that Michong was merely teasing and paid it no mind, laughing it off with a smile. At this moment, Princess Meiduo Zhuoma prostrated herself three times before the invincible King, offered hundreds of strings of pearls, and then sang her prayer: "Lords and ministers of Lingga, hear my words: My father, King Xinchi, Was struck down by the Lion King's arrow. The million mighty warriors of the Men Kingdom Have all been vanquished by the Ling armies. As for the root of this war between Men and Ling, Some blame me as the chief culprit, But the truth speaks louder than words. From this day forward, Meiduo will host a seven-day feast: We shall open fifty thousand jars of aged wine, And slaughter a thousand animals with ears. From the great Lion King above, Down to the soldiers and common folk below, I humbly beg you all to grace my celebration. Meiduo also wishes to offer all the treasures of the Men Kingdom, For I have but one request: For my father King Xinchi and all the fallen souls — Soldiers and civilians of both Men and Ling Who perished by the blade — I beg you to deliver them from the underworld." Dongjiong Dala Chiga Surrenders and the Grain Storehouse is Opened The Lion King, holding the Auspicious Fulfillment Vase filled with sweet nectar, bestowed it upon Meiduo Zhuoma and the three heroes of the Men Kingdom, transforming them into people of virtuous heart. Dongjiong Dala Chiga, who recognized that King Gesar of Ling was indeed a Buddha, thought to himself: "If not to him, then to whom should I pledge my allegiance?" Tears streamed down his face at this realization. He laid his white helmet, white armor, and white horse before the assembled heroes of Lingga. He then presented the seven pairs of priceless jewels from his amulet box to the Lion King, the supreme teacher, and sang joyfully: "I, Dongjiong Dala Chiga, In times past, when I was young, Lacked the teachings of the Buddha. I worshipped only the demon of delight, And became an executioner of men, Guilty of many sins and evils. Therefore, O Great Jewel King! From this day forward, I am resolved To place you upon the crown of my head, To pledge my sincere allegiance to you. I will follow virtue and abandon vice, And walk the righteous path, Obeying all your commands. Today, in your compassion, please forgive me. May the aspirations I have expressed Be fulfilled through your blessings." After Dongjiong had expressed his heart's desire through song, the invincible King Gesar decreed: "Today an auspicious omen has appeared. Dongjiong Dala Chiga! From now on, you must not be as you were in former days. The Men Kingdom comprises eighteen great regions — these eighteen regions shall be eighteen great tribes, and I entrust them to your governance. I appoint you the Great Chieftain of the Men Kingdom tribes. I order you to distribute all the treasures, livestock, and grain of the Men Kingdom among its common people, satisfying the desires of rich and poor alike. Lingga shall not confiscate the Joyful Gathering Auspicious Treasure or the Accomplishment Nectar — their disposition shall be decided at a later time." From that very day, the mute, the deaf, the lame, and the blind of the Men Kingdom were all brought before King Gesar. After receiving seven days of empowerment and blessings from the King, the blind regained their sight, the deaf recovered their hearing, the mute found eloquent speech, and the lame walked with ease and steadiness. Only then did the people truly understand that the invincible King Gesar was a living Buddha, and their joy knew no bounds. Following the prophecy of the celestial gods, the invincible King Gesar betrothed Princess Meiduo Zhuoma to Young Master La Guo Benglu, to serve as his lifelong tea companion. At the joyous wedding feast, everyone sat together in a circle, enjoying rich meats and fine wine, celebrating happily for seven full days. One day, the invincible King Gesar said to Princess Meiduo Zhuoma: "Behold — I shall now deliver the souls of your father King Xinchi and all the fallen of Men and Ling who perished by sword and arrow." He then recited the secret mantras, liberating all the departed souls to the Pure Land. Before the very eyes of the princess and the gathered people of Men and Ling, the souls rose like startled birds: King Xinchi of the Men Kingdom was reborn in the realm of the Gandharva Kingdom at Dawa Mountain. The red demon horse that devoured raw human flesh was reborn in the warlike Asura realm. All the fallen soldiers of both Men and Ling were reborn in the sacred land of the Buddha of Infinite Light. Witnessing this miraculous sight, lords, ministers, and warriors alike were filled with great joy. The invincible King Gesar, accompanied by fifty ministers, made a personal journey to the great rice-producing regions of the Men Kingdom. Princess Meiduo Zhuoma, holding conch powder in her left hand and a turquoise-adorned ceremonial arrow in her right, sang to the Black Serpent Spirit, keeper of the grain storehouse: "O Lion King of Majestic Power, Gesar, This year you grace the Men Kingdom in person. In the upper regions of the Southern Land lie the grain storehouses — Rice, millet, and Chinese grain. Today the time has come to open the stores. O Black Serpent Spirit, master of the granary, And you, fierce Scorpion Demon, Come quickly and offer tribute. O old Earth Goddess of the Men Kingdom, Raise high your bowl of rainbow-colored stones, Strike your cymbals loud as summer thunder, So the fierce beasts may calm their roars, And the poisonous snakes retreat to their caves. The fifty ministers have arrived, With Meiduo as their guide, The Lion King shall open the granaries." The Treasures Are Distributed and the Army Begins Its Homeward March After the song concluded, the Black Serpent Spirit, keeper of the grain storehouse, took the cymbals from the Earth Goddess's rainbow-colored stone bowl and struck them — the sound echoed like summer thunderbolts. In an instant, the roaring of tigers on the right mountain, the howling of leopards on the left mountain, and the growling of bears on the central mountain gradually fell silent. The black, white, and speckled poisonous snakes that had blocked the mountain valleys slowly retreated from sight. The Black Serpent King of the Grain Storehouse, offering a thirteen-layered golden mandala as the centerpiece, presented the cymbals from the Earth Goddess's stone bowl to the Lion King. The Lion King said: "The key to opening this granary lies with the dakini princess of the Men Kingdom." Princess Meiduo Zhuoma of Men replied: "The seven pairs of conch keys are in my hands, but would it not be better for the King to open the storehouse with this divine arrow?" So saying, she offered the sacred arrow. King Gesar drew his bow, nocked the divine arrow, and let it fly. Instantly, the great doors of the granary burst open, and rice piled up like mountains on the threshing ground. The fifty ministers of Lingga took charge of all the grain stores. First, they made offerings of rice to the invisible gods, demons, and nagas, and then opened the granaries to relieve the people. The soldiers and civilians of the Men Kingdom, overjoyed to receive endless rice like falling rain, held celebrations of unprecedented grandeur. Before long, the invincible King Gesar issued his decree: all Ling armies were to return in triumph to Dokham Ling that very day. The lords, ministers, and valiant warriors of Lingga formed orderly ranks, each one imposing and majestic, and set forth toward Lingga. The twelve inner ministers and elders of Dokham Lingga — including Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen, the chief of Seca, Achin, Wengbu Shijia Guru, and Miching Nima Gyentsen — along with the consorts led by Queen Sangjang Zumu, dressed in their finest attire and went to the Flowery Tiger Plain of Madheya to welcome the Lion King and the heroes of Lingga home in triumph. On this day, Queen Sangjang Zumu adorned herself with eighteen precious conch hair ornaments, wore eighteen layers of finest brocade silk, and fastened a multicolored apron inlaid with golden and silver bells and whistles. She appeared extraordinarily beautiful, like a celestial maiden descended to earth. Her attendants held golden pitchers filled with butter tea, silver pitchers brimming with barley wine, and conch pitchers filled with curd and fresh milk, to welcome the victorious King and his ministers. Zumu offered the welcoming wine to the King of Ling and all the heroes in turn. Darong Chief Chao Tong was beside himself with joy, crying out loudly: "The war between Men and Ling lasted three long years — today we celebrate the triumph! My son La Guo Benglu and that maiden Meiduo Zhuoma shall be wed on this auspicious day! Joy upon joy without limit, pleasure upon pleasure without end! I thank you all for gracing this celebration!" Danma chimed in teasingly: "Princess Meiduo Zhuoma of Men marrying into Lingga as our guardian goddess of the gate — how wonderful! Chao Tong, hurry and hand over the eighty ornamental keys of the Darong family to Meiduo Zhuoma!" At these words, the lords and ministers of Lingga could not contain their laughter. The King's Injunctions and Three Years of Secluded Practice The invincible Lion King Gesar, seated upon the majestic golden throne with the Azure Dragon backrest, beneath the peacock canopy of sovereignty, declared with delight: "Commanders of all the vassal states under Lingga, hear my words! You ministers and warriors — after today's joyful celebration, tomorrow's affairs of state must proceed as follows." He then sang with unimpeded vajra melody: "After three songs, the melody begins, And I invoke the gods once more. White Brahma King of the upper realms! Gula, fierce deity of the middle sphere! Zuna, Dragon King of the lower depths! Wilma war gods, grant your protection! Dharma protectors, lead the chorus! If you do not know this place, It is the very axis of the world, The site of the Buddha's enlightenment, The sacred mandala of Eastern Lingga. If you ask who I am — The executioner who kills in the morning, The teacher who liberates in the afternoon, The messenger sent by a thousand Buddhas, The god of wealth for both Han and Tibetan lands, The Buddha who has attained the tenth ground, The benefactor who delivers all sentient beings, The hero who subdues demons and vanquishes monsters — I am King Gesar! If you ask what song this is, It is called 'The Song That Shakes the Marketplaces.' I, the Mighty King, have four melodies: The first is 'Thunderbolt of the Clear Sky' — When I shot the demon Lutsan in the forehead, I sang this melody. The second is 'Heaven and Earth Turn Dark' — When I suppressed the Hor demons, I sang this melody. The third is 'The Breath of the Six Vital Channels' — When I tore out the demon heart of Lijiang, I sang this melody. The fourth is 'Self-Arising Emptiness' — When I burned old demon Xinchi with fire, I sang this melody. In conquering the four evils I sang four melodies, Four melodies that subdued the four demon realms. Commanders of all Ling's divisions — The Yellow Tent Hor and the Black Demon Kingdom, The Purple Jiang and the Men Kingdom, Together with Lingga, the five great nations — Today we return in victory! Let everyone celebrate to their heart's content! Princess Meiduo and La Guo — Fate has brought you together from a thousand miles away — Let everyone rejoice in your union! From this day forward, you two shall Govern the entire Darong tribe, And work together for the benefit of Lingga. Commanders of all Ling's divisions, Your king for all your lives, The Lion King of Majestic Power, Gesar, Has now subdued the enemies of the four directions. He shall retire to the Senju Dazi Palace, To fulfill his vow to the celestial goddesses. After three years of scripture study and meditation, I shall issue further decrees as needed. People of all Ling's divisions, Now that the four enemies are subdued, Return each to your own great encampments. Take refuge in the Three Jewels and pray constantly, Devote yourselves sincerely to the Dharma, Atone for the sins of killing and wrongdoing. The welfare of all beings shall be my concern. Ministers and warriors of Lingga, Hold these words dear in your hearts." As soon as King Gesar's song concluded, the noblewomen of Lingga presented everyone with a bowl of auspicious farewell wine. The elders, ministers, noblewomen, and heroes of Lingga first each offered an auspicious farewell khata to the invincible King Gesar, then exchanged khatas among themselves, and returned to their respective castles and fortresses in boundless joy, settling down to live in peace and prosperity. After enjoying the festive days, King Gesar went before the statue of the Wrathful Tara, and with radiant countenance, sat in meditation in the meditation hall, closing the door for three years of secluded practice. During this time, the soldiers and civilians of Lingga enjoyed lives of boundless happiness. And Princess Meiduo Zhuoma and Young Master La Guo Benglu lived together in sweet harmony and contentment.

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 79 Chao Tong Uses Magic To Rescue The Heroine; King Sadan Vows Not To Leave His Place Of Asceticism Grief and Resolve in the Jiang Camp After Heavy Losses The people of Jiang were also plunged into sorrow, having lost Baigan Tulu and Serige Bu, who were braver than ten thousand men. The Minister of Internal Affairs, Baidui, had barely settled back into his tent when he spoke: "In today's battle, we lost my heart and soul, Baigan Tulu, and the gentle Serige Bu, who was like a warm fur coat. There could be no greater loss. Since last year, King Sadan has been hatching schemes unlike any before. I, your servant, advised against them repeatedly, but the King turned a deaf ear. Though his grace is great, his actions now are truly absurd. It seems death will soon be upon him. If the King remains deluded, what can his ministers and people do?" Hearing Baidui's words, every Jiang person felt deep worry, yet they were powerless. After a moment, the official Caima Keji said, "Minister Baidui speaks great truth. Now, most of our rivers, mountains, and fortresses have been breached and occupied by the Ling army. Especially with our brave generals falling one after another, it will be very hard for us to defeat the Ling forces if this continues. At this life-and-death juncture, we must all share life and death, and fight the Ling army to the decisive end. As long as we have breath left, we must fight the Ling to the death." As he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth until they creaked. The two Poison Brothers, whenever they remembered their eldest brother Baigan Tulu was no longer in this world, would weep bitterly again. After crying, they wanted to charge at the Ling army to fight to the death. Everyone persuaded them to stop, comforting them in every possible way. After capturing the heroine Adanam with his lasso, the official Qula bound her hands in front of her chest and brought her to the Jiang camp. One by one, the Jiang people stood before the female general, loudly interrogating her. The heroine closed her eyes and did not utter a word. Official Qula threatened, "You wicked woman! We ask you questions and you don't answer. Watch out, or we'll tear your heart out!" Faced with the Jiang people's threats and interrogations, the heroine thought: I have now fallen into enemy hands, and I'm afraid it will be hard to escape death. Answering or not answering is the same. But before I die, I must also show my grief and indignation, so I can die with eyes closed. So she said, "People of Jiang, listen. I have words to say now." Then, in a tone neither humble nor arrogant, she said: "You high ministers seated there are like tigers and leopards. Though I haven't seen you before, I've heard of you from afar, heard that the people of Jiang are each like Rakshasas. This year, the Ling army came to Jiang to fight. They did not come to show off and conquer the world, nor to let their steeds display their speed. It was only because unprovoked war came to their home. The lands of Ling and Jiang border each other; originally there was no hatred, we were not enemies. Who knew war smoke would rise at the Kangdui mountain pass, and the Jiang army would bare its claws to seize the Salt Sea? The flowery land of Ling and the purple land of Jiang were originally pure cheese without blemish, living in friendly harmony, people at peace and happy. Yet you recklessly took up arms and harmed yourselves. You Jiang ministers seated here, my words are worth more than a thousand taels of gold. Whether you listen is entirely up to you. I will not waste more breath speaking." After Adanam finished speaking, the Jiang minister Baidui said, "A woman's words are like soup in a pot: grease floats on top, dregs settle at the bottom, not much substance. Rather than kill her immediately, it's better to freeze her for a night and finish her off tomorrow. For now, lock her up in the prison!" A Divine Warning to Gesar of rescuing Adanam The next day, the ministers went before King Sadan to discuss how to handle affairs. Princess Pema Chuzhen, accompanied by her maids, came to offer wine and tea to her father the King. The Princess said, "Father! Have you decided on tomorrow's actions? Our land of Jiang has been brought to this state by the Ling people. Many heroes have died by the blade; the fine land of Jiang has become a sea of blood. Now, your daughter requests that you, Father, and all the ministers do not sit idly tomorrow, but should attack together. Even if we cannot defeat the great army of King Gesar, we should at least turn a small part of the Ling camp into a bloodbath. Please consider this, Father and ministers." The ministers, hearing this, thought the Princess spoke sense, and busied themselves with planning, preparing to attack again. That night, King Gesar, was sleeping peacefully in his divine tent. The White Brahma King set out from his palace in the infinite sky, riding auspicious clouds, and descended above the rainbow-hued divine tent. He delivered a prophecy to Gesar: "Beloved son Joru, tomorrow morning you must definitely rescue the heroine Adanam. Otherwise, the day after tomorrow, the Jiang people will kill her." Having spoken, he vanished again into mid-air. The next day, King Gesar discussed methods to rescue Adanam with his ministers. Danma said, "There's no other way to rescue the heroine except relying on us heroes. First, me, Chaxiang Danma; second, Bara Senda Adong; third, Gade Chujiong Benna; fourth, Gongba Buyi Chajia; fifth, the Hor Sinba Meruze; sixth, Mudu Jiana Jibu. The six of us heroes will go together and smash that black prison to pieces." The King and ministers heard Danma's words, and no one raised an objection. At this moment, Chao Tong thought: Hmph! It seems only those six are heroes. How can I, Chao Tong, show weakness? If I compete to go with them, they'll think I'm trying to bask in their glory. I must think of a way to go alone and show my ability. So he spoke to everyone: "Great King and all ministers, please listen to your uncle's words. The northern heroine Adanam, let your uncle take responsibility for rescuing her. I understand the language of Jiang, so it's easier to deal with the Jiang people. In the vast sky, white clouds drift unmoving; to say a cold wind is coming is nonsense. When rain falls and mountains and rivers flood, relying solely on boats and bridges is useless. When a real man undertakes a task, where is the courage if he must find companions? I, Chao Tong, will go alone to rescue the heroine. It's not that I want to compete and show off, only that I want to win respect for the Ling people. How the saddle on the mount is adorned, so should the horse and armor be adorned. If you consider this old man incapable, that would be truly laughable!" As he spoke, Chao Tong acted very confident. The other heroes heard but said nothing. Danma found his words very grating, but he regarded Chao Tong's speech like a monkey performing before a lion—the lion, deep down, didn't care at all. Therefore, he also said nothing. The King thought: This uncle of mine, sometimes we must let him show off and reveal his true colors. So he smiled slightly and said, "Uncle speaks sense. Your idea has the courage of a hero. Your plan is like the sun and moon, capable of illuminating the four seas and dispelling darkness. If Uncle can rescue the heroine from prison, the Senior lineage of Ling will reward you with ten fine steeds and ten sets of armor. The Middle and Junior lineages will also offer generous gifts." Hearing this, Chao Tong was overjoyed. His face beamed with a smile, his mouth unable to close: "If it's truly so, then everyone watch my skill. I will rescue the heroine from her prison cell today, in broad daylight!" Chao Tong's Deceptive Rescue Through Sorcery Chao Tong immediately mounted his hunchbacked, sharp-headed demon horse and galloped forward. Halfway there, he dismounted and performed magic by the roadside. Using sorcery, he transformed himself into a beautiful white bird. The bird's breast was like a white conch treasure vase, its upper beak like cast gold, its lower beak like carved jade, its wings like inlaid white coral. The white bird spread its wings and flew to land on the roof of King Sadan's palace, emitting the singing call of a lark. The clear, melodious "ji-jue, ji-jue" calls were extremely pleasant to hear. The Jiang people who saw and heard it found it very novel, each rushing to see the spectacle. Everyone said this bird was most extraordinary. Even the prison guards came to watch. The bird sang in human speech: I am the prophetic bird skilled in flight, ji-jue, Come to land on the Precious Dew palace roof, ji-jue. Protective deities are like colored clouds far away, ji-jue, Bless this divine bird to sing, ji-jue. Ruler of the purple Jiang people with black heads, ji-jue, King Sadan, please listen carefully, ji-jue. How are the sufferings and joys of the Jiang people? ji-jue The deities specially sent me to observe, ji-jue. Ministers who hold the nation's power, ji-jue, A few words you should remember, ji-jue. If power is still in your hands, ji-jue, You must make offerings to the deities, ji-jue. Deities satisfied, the world also rejoices, ji-jue, All can enjoy and be happy, ji-jue. The Ling army is like a poisonous sea stirring great waves, ji-jue, This is the decree of the daytime demon gods, ji-jue, Do not be timid, hesitant, or waver, ji-jue. The Dharma of Jaga and the Dharma of Jhana, ji-jue, Only the Ling Kingdom of Makang dares oppose, ji-jue, Beware your ancestral rule may be lost, ji-jue, Please keep this firmly in mind, people of Jiang, ji-jue. In the next five or six days, ji-jue, Fortune or calamity will befall you, ji-jue. Between that auspiciousness and inauspiciousness, fortune and calamity, ji-jue, How your rule and rivers-and-mountains will fare is hard to gauge, ji-jue. This white bird sang the above song in bird speech. The Jiang people were extremely curious and all came to listen to the bird sing. Some listened and watched, their eyes transfixed. Chao Tong then transformed into another creature—a mouse—then burrowed underground into the prison, gnawed through the ropes binding the heroine, cast an invisibility spell on her, and led her out of the prison. Thus, the heroine Adanam escaped the prison and returned to the Ling camp. The King's Stubborn Refusal and the Aftermath of the Escape The heroine Adanam had already escaped, but the Jiang people did not know. The ministers were still gathered before King Sadan discussing, preparing to interrogate Adanam again. At this time, Princess Pema Chuzhen again advised her father, King Sadan: "The sacred territory of Jiang is vast, yet now it's like seedlings brutally destroyed by hail. Father, do not remain mourning in the dark room; please quickly return to the throne in the palace. The sufferings of the Jiang people depend on you, Father, to relieve. The laws of Jiang need you, Father, to uphold. Wise decisions must be made by you, Father. Quickly rescue the Jiang people drowning in a sea of blood to the shore. Starting from tomorrow's auspicious hour, Father, quickly issue your wise sacred decree. Command the entire army and people to rise together, united in heart and virtue, vowing to resist to the death. The men, women, old, young, and all ministers of Jiang, their lives of suffering or joy depend entirely on you, Father. Originally, if the enemy had not invaded, it was only because you, Father, brought disaster upon yourself. Now the Ling army covers mountains and rivers; headless corpses of Jiang people litter the wilds; people grieve, ghosts lament—a scene of utter misery. I ask you, Father, how will you eliminate this calamity?" After the Princess finished speaking sorrowfully, the ministers joined the Princess in urging the King to consider the nation's survival, care for the sufferings of the black-headed common people, and hoped the King would quickly return to the palace throne to think of ways to defend the realm. Unexpectedly, the King did not say a word. The Princess and ministers had only racked their brains and wasted their breath; overcoming the enemy remained very difficult. At this time, the people of the entire country, like lice on a dog, scurried everywhere, seeking places to flee for their lives. Although the Princess had advised her father with many words, her father still would not listen. King Sadan summoned the ministers before him and said, "Ministers, say no more. Would you believe the words of a woman without insight? I have said many times before: within nine years, I will definitely not leave this mourning chamber. After nine years, if I cannot send the Ling army to water, fire, and wind in a single day, then I will abandon the demon gods. In my land of Jiang under King Sadan, demon gods protect everywhere; no weapon can harm me. Ministers, as before, each guard your fortresses well. Because of competitiveness and showing off, the fierce general Baigan Tulu died on the battlefield. This loss is greater than losing nine fortresses. This is the result of your rash actions. From now on, do not attack lightly. If the Ling army actively comes to challenge, use iron hooks and rope lassos against them. Minister Baidui was steady and effective in past actions; now he should also plan well. Qula, Caima Keji, and others, as long as you hold your positions steadfastly within nine years, what is there to worry about? As said before, it's best for women not to talk too much." Having spoken, he sat as before in the dark room. When the guards returned to the prison, the heroine was already gone without a trace. Only then did people realize: "We were tricked by that wicked bird!" The Jiang people felt regret and resentment, but there was nothing they could do. After Chao Tong rescued the heroine Adanam, they returned together before the Ling heroes. Everyone praised Chao Tong. Chao Tong was also immensely pleased with himself, thinking his sorcery superb, and when he walked, he puffed out his chest more than usual.

K i n g G e s a r of Tibet The Legend from ling King Gesar (about 1038-1119 AD) was a legendary Tibetan hero who was born in Dege County, Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. Later generations called him King Gesar of Ling. According to legend, King Gesar is also the incarnation of the Guru Rinpoche and his wisdom, compassion and power. Chapter 87 Subduing the Remnants and Conquering the Kingdom of Jiang , The Lion King Returns in Triumph The Final Victory Feast and the Decision to Capture the Jade Dragon Palace When the people of Ling first heard that Baidui had gone ahead and that the Great King had not returned for a long time, Zhale, Niben, Danma, Bara and others went out to investigate. The king and his ministers happened to meet on the road. The Great King explained the situation to everyone, and the ministers returned to camp reassured. The Ling army came out to welcome them with great ceremony. King Sadan of the Jiang Kingdom and his Interior Minister Baidui had thus been eliminated. After Gesar returned to camp, discussions were held. They tied Baidui's head to the tail of his yellow-maned steed and led the horse among the Ling people, back and forth, up and down, while the crowd shouted "Gesuo! Gesuo!" in triumph. After the public display, everyone gathered in the sacred tent, the right rows, left rows, front rows, back rows, and every corner were filled with people. Servants and women laid out tea, wine, fresh meat, and dairy products, and a sumptuous banquet was held for all to enjoy. During the feast, joyful songs were sung, graceful dances were performed, and everyone congratulated one another with hearts full of delight. After the great feast, King Gesar addressed the Ling army: "Descendants of the gods, heroes of Lingga! The chief culprits who invaded our Lingga, King Sadan and his leading generals headed by Interior Minister Baidui, have now been eliminated. Ling has achieved final victory. However, the capital of Jiang, the 'Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace,' has not yet been taken. The remaining enemies are still struggling, and the broad masses of the Jiang people are still suffering. We have decided that tomorrow we will capture the 'Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace,' annihilate the remnants of the enemy, and rescue the black-headed people of Jiang from their suffering, so that they may live in peace and enjoy tranquility." The heroes shouted in unison, "We obey!" expressing their full agreement. A headless fly cannot spread its wings; a kingless people cannot survive. The Jiang people knew their country was without a master and their capital was about to fall. Many Jiang people, in despair, threw themselves off cliffs or into rivers. Those who still wished to live fled into deep mountains or hid in dense forests. In the "Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace," only two hundred gold-armored soldiers under Sela and two hundred black-helmeted soldiers under Jiaduo remained on guard. Princess Pema Chuzhen, with a deeply sorrowful heart, comforted the people both inside and outside the palace. Princess Pema Chuzhen was an incarnation of the dakini of the Pure Land. She believed all this was the result of sentient beings' collective karma, especially in the age of Gesar, when the sacred Dharma of Buddhism was spreading across the land like broad daylight, and this could not be resisted. So in a mournful tone, she said to Jiaduo and Sela: "You two commanders, please quickly find a way to save yourselves. Against an enemy too powerful to defeat, one must either yield or surrender. Would this not be acceptable? Please consider it." Jiaduo replied: "Now that things have come to this, there is no other way. These wicked Ling people have done such heinous deeds and still will not stop, they are ambitiously trying to wipe out all Jiang people. I cannot stay here any longer. I will return to my 'Qiling Menba' castle, make arrangements for my subjects to deal with the current situation, and then flee to the western land of Jaga. There is no other way. As for what Sela plans to do, you must decide for yourself. The two of us must decide immediately whether to stay or go. Even if we were blood brothers, we could not look after each other now. Even if one wanted to surrender to Ling, one would have to decide alone." So saying, he sang: "Now I, Qimei Jiaduo Nae Bo, Will return to 'Qiling Menba.' If the king's treasures are in your hands, Do not give them to the enemy, distribute them to the poor. If there is any surplus after giving to the poor, Burn it with fire or cast it into deep waters. Do not let the turquoise fall into Ling hands, Or the ancestral heritage will surely be given to the Ling enemy. King Sadan's body must be given a water burial, Choose an auspicious day to send it into the lake. Excessive grief serves no purpose; The living must still cherish their lives. If I am fortunate enough to escape with my life, I will bring reinforcements and mighty troops from Jaga, Mobilize the people of Men to turn their hearts toward me, And surely avenge our country with victory." After singing this song, Qimei Jiaduo Nae Bo immediately returned to his own territory, the "Qiling Menba" castle. He gathered all the soldiers guarding the fortress and the orphans and widows of the tribe, explained his plans for dealing with the current situation, then took out the keys and opened all the storehouses of gold, silver, pearls, coral, silk, and woolen fabric. He ordered the women to carry firewood and pile it into a heap, and commanded the soldiers to bring out the jewels and valuables and throw them onto the pyre. There, turquoise piled up like a green grassy mountain, red coral like a crimson rocky peak, and pearls and agates gleamed brilliantly. On top of the jewels, they piled all kinds of silk, cloth, and woolen fabrics. Jiaduo Naebo personally lit the fire from all four sides of the pyre. In an instant, thick smoke billowed and flames shot into the sky. The jewels exploded with crackling sounds in the fire, terrifying all who witnessed it. The women watched these precious jewels and ornaments turn to ashes, grieving beyond words, some sobbed uncontrollably. The gold and silver that would not burn were all cast into the river. Seeing this tragic scene, people were overcome with despair, some leaped into the fire, some drowned themselves in the river, and some threw themselves off cliffs. Jiaduo, witnessing this misery, had no other recourse. He could only think of escaping to Jaga together with Sela. Before Jiaduo and Sela prepared to flee, they made a special visit to the "Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace" to arrange final matters and bid farewell to the queen and those remaining behind. Queen Jiangsa Namu did not want them to escape and earnestly tried to dissuade them: "You both are determined to go to Jaga. The direct road is narrow and rugged, hard to traverse; the winding road has a thousand turns and is even more difficult. The journey is a thousand miles with enemy troops blocking the way. I could personally petition the Lion King of Ling to show mercy for our surviving ministers. I could beg him to show kindness to my remaining subjects and leave them a path to life as his subjects. Now Ling's armies cover the earth, even if you try to flee to Jaga, you cannot succeed. And even if you reach Jaga, it would be impossible to raise an army for revenge." After hearing the queen's song, Jiaduo and Sela remained unmoved and still decided to flee to Jaga to seek troops for revenge. When they left the palace, they first took leave of Queen Jiangsa Namu, Prince Yuchi Gongwa, and Princess Pema Chuzhen, then bid farewell to the remaining officers and men, entrusting each with their duties. Parting was filled with reluctance and sorrow. Jiaduo and Sela each led three attendants as they set out. To avoid detection by the Ling army, they split into two routes. Jiaduo and his three attendants traveled along the Yulu Snow Mountain; Sela and his three attendants headed toward the Zela pasture. They agreed to meet at the foot of Danna Mountain. At midnight, the two groups finally converged at the foot of Danna Mountain. The Heavenly Mother's Prophecy and the Ambush That Ends the Escape After Jiaduo and Sela left the palace with their attendants, they fled in two separate routes. When they converged at their agreed meeting point at the foot of Danna Mountain, it was exactly midnight. At that moment, the Heavenly Mother Langman Gam descended from the celestial mandala and delivered the following prophecy to King Gesar: "Faithful Lingga champion, good Joru, Truly worthy of being a great man of the snow land. I descend as a messenger with this prophecy, Keep these auspicious words firmly in your heart. Today I have important matters to tell you; Please listen carefully and clearly. Brahma sent you down to the human world; You rule the southern continent of Jambudvipa. King Sadan and Minister Baidui and others Have now been completely subdued. Only Qimei Jiaduo and Sela remain, You must still cut off their path of escape. Jiaduo, in the middle of last night, Opened all the storehouses of his domain, Committed all his treasures to fire and water, And reduced all his dwellings to scorched earth. He and Sela plan to flee, They will go to Jaga to seek troops for revenge. If you let those two escape, It is like releasing a tiger back to the mountain, no benefit. Tonight, divide your troops into two ambushes; At midnight you can capture them both. Tomorrow, you and your forces should stay in camp, Do not be impatient; remain steady. A sheep rushing up the mountain to graze Will meet a wolf in the deep mountains and perish. If Ling people rush to seize the castle, They will meet strong enemies and encounter danger en route. Black arrows, blue spears, and precious swords are unmatched, But the Great King must protect his precious body well. Tomorrow, the three demon children of Toto Will surely charge into the Ling camp for revenge. Other officers and men must remain vigilant, And the Great King must take thorough precautions. Jiangsa Namu is a good queen, She cherishes the friendship between Jiang and Ling. She bears no guilt toward the sacred Ling; Bring her to Lingga to reside in peace. The little prince Yuchi Gongwa of Jiang Will not blaspheme the Dharma. He will only revere the victory banner, Bring him to Lingga to serve his mother. The great princess Pema Chuzhen of Jiang Is a dakini of the Pure Land; Do not treat her as a prisoner, In the future, she will be a fine daughter-in-law of Ling." After receiving the Heavenly Mother's prophecy, King Gesar assembled the Ling army before the sacred tent in the latter part of the night and conveyed her words to all. Since Jiaduo and Sela's two groups had met at the foot of Danna Mountain to exchange information and then split into two routes once more, Gesar dispatched two forces to lie in ambush. He sent Seba Niben and Wenbu Alubasen with one hundred cavalry to the intersection of Selong Jinchuan to ambush Sela; Danma and Bara Senda Adong led one hundred cavalry to the foot of Page Mountain to ambush Jiaduo. Both Ling forces followed their orders. The next morning, the three demon children of Toto conferred and prepared to charge into the Ling camp to capture Joru alive. They thought: killing more common soldiers now would only create more bloodshed with no meaning, better to capture Joru himself. Having made their plan, they mounted their warhorses, donned armor and helmets, gripped their precious swords, and charged toward the Ling camp in one breath like a raging wind. Without veering left or right, they aimed directly at the central sacred tent. The Ling people immediately stirred in alarm. The three demon children of Toto reined in their horses and, without exchanging greetings, cried out in unison: "Joru, master of the white tent, listen! With so many hands and feet, you have done evil to the extreme. If you are a hero, come out and face us! If you have courage, come fight! Otherwise, we three will show no mercy, we will descend like thunderbolts from the sky! We will cut and kill everything inside and outside your tent!" They finished speaking in fury. Meanwhile, Bara, Sinba, and Gade had already donned their armor and held their lasso ropes, standing ready in formation. The other Ling soldiers, each clutching sharp arrows and long spears, also awaited battle. Suddenly spotting the three demon children of Toto charging straight into the Ling camp, several men who could not react in time fell to their blades. The three quickly reached the sacred tent and slashed at it three times, but because of Brahma's protection, the tent was not damaged. When the three charged to the crowded entrance, the three heroes Bara, Sinba, and Gade each cast their divine lasso ropes, ensnaring the three demon children. Then each pulled hard, dragging them off their horses. Nearby Ling soldiers were about to step forward to kill them, but the fallen men and horses blocked their way, preventing them from getting close. Amidst the confusion, the three heroes brandished their swords and spears and quickly dispatched the three demon children. Meanwhile, Seba Niben and Alubasen had already set up their ambush at the intersection of Selong Jinchuan. Sela encountered the Ling ambush force and, recognizing them, cried out in alarm: "Ah! This Joru of Ling truly has divine foresight, he knew I would pass this way and laid an ambush to intercept me. It seems I cannot escape now. Jiaduo must surely be trapped by an ambush as well. At this point, there is no point in hiding." He immediately looped the cord from his sword hilt around his thumb, drew his bow, notched an arrow, and charged forward without a word. Seba Niben swung his great sword while Alubasen brandished his spear, advancing at the front. Sela did not dodge, he loosed an arrow straight ahead, knocking several scales off Niben's golden armor. Thanks to his protective life-garment, Niben was not wounded. Sela then swung his blade in attack. Niben and Basen engaged in close combat with Sela, exchanging several rounds without a decisive outcome. Niben feigned retreat, and Sela relaxed his guard. Seizing the moment of inattention, Niben suddenly wheeled around and struck, severing Sela's right arm. Basen followed with a blow, and Sela's head and helmet fell to the ground together. They tied Sela's head to their horse and returned to camp. At the same time, Danma and Bara Senda Adong had also arrived at the mountain pass of Page Wild Boar Mountain and lay in wait. They encountered Jiaduo there. Knowing these were Ling troops sent to intercept him, Jiaduo charged forward without hesitation. Bara Senda Adong and Danma were advancing far ahead. Danma sang a song of parley: "Jiaduo, your heart is like rotting flesh, Why rage and spew foul words? What use is the fire of your wrath? Heaven's rain will extinguish the flames. What use is your ferocity alone? The Lion King's divine powers are unmatched. What use is your desperate single ride? A divine steed can circle the four continents in an instant. We know Jiaduo is a seasoned warrior, Once renowned among the Jiang army. Now you wander like a beggar, Beware your life being carried away by the wind. A righteous heart is like a golden ruler, If you wish to beg for your life, now is the time. A crooked heart is like rotten wood, Holding empty fantasies will gain you nothing. Danma has decided to spare you today, I will leave you a life to atone for your crimes. On this auspicious fifteenth day, I will not kill, I put away my archer's thumb ring. Go before the World Lion King, Surrender sincerely and confess your faults. Acknowledge the evil deeds you have done, And sincerely repent and beg for forgiveness!" After Danma finished singing, Jiaduo was furious. He said: "You blue-robed, blue-faced man of Ling, you are a renowned general surrounded by many troops. Would you easily surrender to others? You keep telling me to surrender to Ling. You are dreaming sweet dreams in broad daylight! As for surrender, only you blue-robed, blue-faced men should surrender to me. Just wait and see!" With that, he loosed nine poisoned arrows at once, striking the front saddle bow of Danma's mount. Several armor scales on the lower hem of Danma's armor were also knocked off, but thanks to his war-god protection, no flesh was pierced. Seeing this, Jiaduo flew into a rage, immediately drew his battle blade, and charged forward. Danma could no longer contain himself, he drew his red-handled blue-steel sword and engaged in combat. Bara Senda Adong also drew his precious blade to assist, striking a blow at Jiaduo's shoulder that split him in two, leaving him bloody on the ground. The two warriors cut off his head, tied it to their horse, and returned to camp. Niben had already arrived back at the Ling camp before them. The three demon children of Toto, Sela, and Jiaduo had thus been subdued. The Ling king and all his officers and men felt even more at ease as they encamped. The Fall of the Jade Dragon Palace and the Complete Surrender of Jiang With the principal enemies eliminated, the Ling army was celebrating their victory in camp. At this time, the minister Chaxiang Danma, with joyful heart, took up a dragon bowl painted with a golden dragon spitting pearls, filled it with nectar-like fine wine, raised it with both hands, and sang to King Gesar: "Of the Mukpo Dong clan's one hundred ninety lineages, All revere the Lion King. Your divine powers are unfathomable, Today you have subdued all the Sadan enemies. Before today, the Ling army had hidden worries; From now on, the Ling army rejoices. Old demon Sadan has been eliminated, The black-headed people can now live in peace. The Great King sits upon his golden throne, Like an eagle descending to earth with wings spread. With the Lion King in Lingga, All black-headed people enjoy safety. This golden dragon bowl I raise with both hands, Filled with the four kinds of nectar wine. Today I offer it to the Great Lion King, May the King drink and grace us with his favor. From the land of Jaga above, white sugar wine; From Jhana below, brown sugar wine; From Chawarong, grape wine; From the land of Mengxiong, white rice wine. I offer all four kinds of fine wine, May the King drink and hold his head high, His pure white heart like gazing at sun and moon, His wise plans more numerous than the stars. I offer these four wines in dedication, May all that you envision become reality. Great Lion King, please drink this fine wine, May all be auspicious and all wishes fulfilled!" The Ling troops heard Danma's song, and everyone was overjoyed, a thunderous cheer erupted. The aged Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen, with calm and cheerful demeanor, slowly sang: "The King's days surpass the richness of butter, The people's lives are sweeter than nectar. Old demon Sadan has been subdued, The solid fortress will soon be taken safely. The day of triumphant return is in sight, The more I think of it, the sweeter my heart. But the war is not yet fully won, We must never let the ashes rekindle. Quickly seize the Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace, Quickly bring all Jiang subjects to surrender. Nine years of bloody war, battle after battle, Win the final victory for everlasting joy." After the Chief Steward sang this song, everyone felt it was well said. King Gesar said: "My uncle's words are no different from the gods' decree. Tomorrow morning we will seize the 'Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace' and accept the surrender of all Jiang people. Tonight, feed the warhorses well. Tomorrow at dawn, await orders to march out and claim the final victory!" That evening, everyone was eager and restless, waiting only for dawn and the command to claim final victory. The next morning, at the King's command, the troops divided into three columns and advanced on King Sadan's "Jade Dragon Precious Dew Palace." The Ling army quickly surrounded the palace city. The east and south gates had long been standing wide open, and troops entered smoothly; the north and west gates were still tightly shut, so the Ling army swung great axes and hacked the gates open in a few blows, and the troops poured in. After capturing the palace, the entire territory of Jiang was occupied by the Ling people. After the Ling army stormed the palace, Queen Jiangsa Namu immediately brought Prince Yuchi Gongwa and Princess Pema Chuzhen to beg the Great Lion King to spare their lives. The King showed a benevolent countenance and said to the mother and children in a compassionate tone: "You three need not fear. Young Yuchi Gongwa is innocent. You two women have cherished the friendship between Jiang and Ling like the apple of your eye, and you opposed the invasion of our sacred Lingga from the beginning. The gods and this King are both aware of this, you are guiltless. Your three may come with me to Lingga in the future. Beside the Dazi Castle in Ling, there is a 'Coral Red City,' and within it is set a throne inlaid with turquoise and pearls. After you three arrive in Ling, you may settle there. Young master Yula Toju will also be reunited with you there. For you, mother and children, just as for the eighty heroes and thirteen queens, you shall share equal joy and comfort. Your snow-white hearts need not worry! Jiangsa Namu, you may spend the rest of your life in my sacred Lingga without a single care." The mother and children, tears streaming down their faces, immediately prostrated themselves and kowtowed in gratitude. The Ling army then issued orders to all the men and women, young and old, of Jiang to surrender immediately to the divine son, King Gesar. All people of the upper, middle, and lower divisions of Jiang came sincerely to surrender, willing to become subjects of King Gesar. King Gesar first comforted all the people of Jiang, then ordered his subordinates to open the storehouses of the Jiang royal palace. The various treasures, valuables, clothing, silks, grain, tea, butter, and dried meat were divided into three portions: one portion was distributed to the ragged and emaciated poor of Jiang; one portion, per the King's command, was set aside for establishing virtuous white enterprises in the Jiang region; and one portion was left for the mother (Jiangsa Namu) and child Yuchi. After King Gesar and his great army subdued the king and ministers of Jiang, he took the mother (Jiangsa Namu) and son Yuchi with him and spent two and a half months returning to Ling. When the troops reached the border between upper and lower Dokham, they erected a stone stele to mark the boundary, then entered Ling territory. When the people of Ling heard the joyful news that the Great King and his ministers were returning in triumph, they came forth to greet them. Led by the guru Gejie, the monks and nuns came; led by the father-king Senlun, the elders of Qiongju came; led by Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen, the uncles and nephews of Middle lineage came; led by his mother Guomu, the aunts came; led by Dasa Yuyi Zhongna, the virtuous women came; led by Dasa Quzhen, the distinguished ladies came; led by Guru Latsuo, the officials' women came, all journeyed three days from the capital to welcome them. When they met, they first offered khata scarves, silks, gold and silver ingots to the World Lion King Gesar, and devoutly kowtowed and paid homage. Drums and music sounded, flutes played, joyful dances were performed, and wonderful entertainments were staged. Beneath fluttering white silks and swirling incense smoke, they traveled a full three days before returning to Dazi Castle. From the time the war began, when Sinba was sent to scout ahead, until the great army returned in triumph, a full nine years had passed, and the war was finally over. The Nine Years' War Ends , Rewards, Reunions, and the Release of Qinen From that day onward, for nearly a month, all the Ling troops gathered in the palace to celebrate their achievements. A grand feast was held specifically in honor of every hero. The tables were laden with countless sumptuous foods and drinks, singing, dancing, horse racing, and performances were all on offer. During this time, the portion of wealth reserved for Yuchi and his mother was handed over to Jiangsa Namu and her children, brother and sister, for their enjoyment. Then the other spoils of war were distributed. The Lion King and Zhale Zejie received the same share as they had when subduing the Hor in the Hor-Ling War, and the heroes' shares were likewise comparable. Chao Tong had performed better in this war than before, so he was specially given a double share. Chao Tong took his share with a grin he could not close, making everyone burst into laughter. Yuchi and his mother were settled in the "Coral Red City," where Yula Toju also came to meet his mother and sister. Family reunited in a foreign place, overwhelmed with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy, they could not help but shed a few tears. Later, Princess Pema Chuzhen of Jiang was wed to Niben Daya. Yula Toju was appointed king of the vassal state of Jiang and was included in the ranks of Ling's heroes, coming whenever the Great King summoned him. Yuchi Gongwa remained by his mother's side, serving and enjoying happiness together. At this time, the demon minister Qinen had been imprisoned for many years. His flesh was wasted, his skin darkened, his bones protruding, his neck stiff like a wooden horse's, unable to turn, and his speech was slurred. His pitiful state was truly unbearable to behold. Therefore, the Chief Steward, together with the father-king Senlun and Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen, came before the Great King and, prostrating themselves together, begged: "Great King, you are like the parent of all living beings. Please calm your anger. Though the demon minister Qinen once harbored rebellious intentions toward Lingga and its heroes, since his imprisonment his life has been nearly lost. Now his condition is truly pitiable, beyond remedy. He cannot yet be sent to the celestial pure land, please release him from prison! Let him make a statement, let him swear an oath to heaven publicly: from this day forward and forever, he will be loyal to the Great King and never change his heart." Seeing how earnestly Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen pleaded for Qinen, the Great King replied: "Speaking of this demon minister, I cannot forget his betrayal of Ma Kang Ling and his duplicity toward me, Joru. By all rights, he deserves death. But first, in consideration of my father's, uncle's, and cousin's intercession, and second, on this day of victory, it is fitting to pardon a sinner. So let him be pardoned and released from prison!" Thus, Qinen was released. Upon leaving the prison gates, he swore to heaven that he would be loyal for eternity to the sacred Ling of Ma Kang and Lion King Gesar. King Sadan of Jiang, who had unjustly dispatched troops to invade others, had been eliminated. The Jiang kingdom had submitted to the sacred Ling. The demon minister Qinen had sworn loyalty to Ling. The joyful tidings spread throughout the entire Ling region. At this moment, every person raised their voice in a happy song, every steed pricked up its ears and neighed, and the people gathered in a grand assembly amid an atmosphere of boundless celebration.

On the 10th day of the Tiger Month, as the sun crowned the mountains with gold, thirty heroes of Ling gathered in Darong at Chao Tong’s invitation. Among them were eight great heroes, seven warriors, and three generals, all accompanied by their respective entourages. Rows of fluttering banners and glimmering helmets created a majestic and awe-inspiring scene. 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 15: Chao Tong Hosts a Grand Banquet to Plan the Horse Race, The People of Ling Make Good Wishes to Welcome Joru Heroes Gather for the Grand Banquet On the 10th day of the Tiger Month, as the sun crowned the mountains with gold, thirty heroes of Ling gathered in Darong at Chao Tong’s invitation. Among them were eight great heroes, seven warriors, and three generals, all accompanied by their respective entourages. Rows of fluttering banners and glimmering helmets created a majestic and awe-inspiring scene. Chao Tong’s loyal servant, Akui Tabasolang, carried out his master’s orders and addressed the gathered heroes. He announced that Chao Tong had received a prophecy from the Hayagriva Deity and declared that a grand horse race would soon be held. He asked the guests whether the 15th day of the month would be a suitable date for the race. “What will the winner of the race receive?” asked Gyatsa Xiega. “You haven’t understood yet? The prophecy is clear: the seven treasures of Ling, the throne, and Sangjang Zumu will all be the stakes for this horse race!” Akui Tabasolang replied confidently, shaking his head. Like his master, he firmly believed that the victory would undoubtedly belong to Darong’s Jade Horse. Once Chao Tong became the King of Ling, Akui imagined himself being promoted to a high-ranking position, though he wasn’t sure what title he might receive. To ensure everyone understood, Akui began singing: “An old proverb says: Many seek beautiful women, but few succeed. Many hope for bountiful harvests, but few are blessed. With arrows, horses, and dice, we compete, Many crave the prize, but few win. Sangjang Zumu is Ling’s beauty, The throne is Ling’s power, The seven treasures are Ling’s wealth. Only through swift horses can they be won. Whoever’s horse runs the fastest Will win and fulfill their desires. Heaven’s will and men’s hearts align, But if you lose, don’t despair.” The Guests Understand Chao Tong’s Intentions Gyatsa, Bara Senda, and the other brothers quickly understood Chao Tong’s intentions. He wanted to use the horse race as a legitimate and honorable way to claim Ling’s golden throne, secure the power to rule over Ling, and win the hand of the beautiful Sangjang Zumu. Although the guests understood Chao Tong’s motives, they were dissatisfied with his methods. However, they couldn’t openly refute his self-righteous arguments. Instead, they turned to the chief steward, Rongtsa Chagen, to see how he would respond. The chief steward had been pondering how to counter Chao Tong’s scheme. Suddenly, he recalled a prophecy from the gods made to him over a decade ago: “At the age of twelve, a boy will win the stakes of a horse race, like the golden sun rising over the eastern mountains.” Remembering this prophecy, the old steward’s face lit up with a smile. He said: “Oh, Akui Tabasolang, you’re absolutely right. Winning the stakes of a horse race is the most honorable and fair way to claim the throne, treasures, and Sangjang Zumu. Everyone knows that Sangjang Zumu is extraordinarily beautiful, and the Gyalo family is incredibly wealthy—there’s no comparison. Let’s follow the prophecy and set them as the stakes for the horse race.” After a pause, he continued: “However, in the dead of winter, with snow covering the mountains and icy winds sweeping the valleys, holding a horse race now is dangerous. On frozen ground, heroes could fall off cliffs, and horses could injure themselves. I suggest postponing the race to a later date. For now, let’s invite everyone in Ling, regardless of status, to a grand feast on the 15th. We can discuss the details of the race during the banquet.” Preparations, the Grand Feast, and Chao Tong’s Hidden Agenda Gyatsa understood the intention of Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen. Delaying the date of the horse race was meant to give Joru enough time to be notified and prepare. Understanding this, Gyatsa nodded in agreement. There were only five days left until the 15th day of the Tiger Month. Even so, Chao Tong felt the wait was too long. He wished the horse race could take place immediately, and he hated that the 15th would be spent discussing details at the banquet instead of holding the race. The sooner the horse race happened, the sooner he could ascend to the throne, claim the seven treasures, and marry Sangjang Zumu. In Chao Tong’s mind, these five days felt longer than five years. Restless and impatient, he spent these difficult days making arrangements. He worked tirelessly to ensure the banquet would be as grand and luxurious as possible, intending to display his wealth and cleverness. Chao Tong also harbored a secret thought, one he had never shared with anyone: through this banquet—essentially a preparatory meeting for the horse race—he hoped to gain the favor of the people. This, he believed, would make it easier to rule the Ling tribes once he became king. Finally, the 15th day of the Tiger Month arrived. The guests who came to the banquet were numerous, filling the area with life and energy. There were uncles and elders as dignified as Mount Meru, aunts and sisters-in-law as steady as a frozen sea, young men as sharp as bamboo arrows ready to be launched, and young women as beautiful as summer flowers. All of them crowded toward the grand tent of Darong. The scene was so lively that it overwhelmed the chief seating arranger, the Grand Arbiter Weimala. He was busy assigning seats according to the status of each guest within the Ling Kingdom. Standing in the center of the commotion, he sang to invite the guests to their seats: “Oh Sodog, deity of Machen Mountain, Gods, dragon spirits, and deities of blessings, Weima Lada, the Arbiter, calls for your aid today! This place, near the Darong Fortress, Is called Gongga Rewa, the gathering site. The great tent of Chixiong Guomu Is the hall where discussions will take place. If you do not know me, I am Weima Lada, the Arbiter. Today’s weather is full of joy and celebration. First joy: all brothers have gathered in harmony. Second joy: the prophecy brings auspicious blessings. Third joy: heroes discuss the horse race. Fourth joy: the Darong family hosts the feast. Fifth joy: a grand celebration is held. By my hand as Arbiter, I shall assign every seat.” On the silver chairs with silk cushions, the four noble sons shall sit: Bumba Gyatsa Xiega Seba Niben Daya Wenbu Alubasen Mujang Renqing Daru The noble sons are invited to take their seats in order. On the thick cushions in the center, covered with silk: Uncle Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen The Wrathful King of Darong King Senlun Kama Langka Senxie Guru Jianzang Dunpa Kyenzen Garu Nima Jianzang Naru Taba Jianzang The four men named Jianzang are invited to take their seats, and all other uncles and elders are also invited to join. On the thick cushions on the right, covered with grass leopard-patterned hides: The Chief of Darong, Sipan Gadru Chujiong Benna Dongchu Lubudapan Bara Senda Adong Chaxiang Danma Jangcha Bagui Niancha Adan Dongzan Langdu Aban Guibo Nima Wuzhu The heroes are invited to take their seats in order. On the thick cushions on the left, covered with tiger-patterned hides: Mitsen Jiewa Dongben Ceze Jiaben Segangmen Yuya Gongbu Seba Buqiong Cangba Eru Dazong Eru Shencha Eru The three men named Eru are invited to take their seats, and all others are asked to sit according to their rank. On the thick cushions in the right corner, covered with leopard-patterned hides: Rongtsa Lobu Lata Angqiong Yuye Meiduo Gyalo Buya Zhujie Jiao Aba Seda Wa Kongba Buye Jiacha Jhana Chief Sensen Wenbu Jiangchi Angqing Muba Xiega Jiangzha The brothers are invited to take their seats in order. On the thick cushions in the left corner, covered with white bear-patterned hides: Lingqin Daba Solang Aba Buye Ban Jue The impartial judge Dapan I, Weimala, the Arbiter The divine doctor Gongga Nima The fortune-teller Gunxie Tibu The astrologer Lawu Yangga The magician Kaqie Mima Family and friends are invited to take their seats in order. On the silk cushions in the back right: Sangjang Zumu of the Gyalo family Laichong Lugu Chaya The chief steward’s daughter Yuzhen Zhuoluo Baiga Nazhe Chaxiang’s daughter Zhenzhen Yata’s daughter Saicuo The daughter of Darong, Chao Mu Cuo The seven beauties of Ling are invited to take their seats first, and the other women of Ling are invited to sit in order. On the silk cushions in the back left: The Tibetan consort Zaxi Lacuo The Han consort Naga Zhuoma The Khare consort Sucuo The Pachin consort Gecuo The mothers and aunts are invited to take their seats. On the long, single-layered cushions: The young noble Michong Kade The servant Guoqu Baji Danyu Akui Tabasolang Qixie Buye Guru All are invited to take their seats in order of age. At the highest point of the white ceremonial tent, no invitation is needed; the master will find his own seat. “Today is a joyous feast, I invite everyone to sing a song. Welcome the beauties to dance a tune. Uncles and elders, let us discuss with joy. May the blue sky not envy this life. May the earth not resent this gathering. May Tibet not exaggerate this event into disaster.” Guests Feast and Chao Tong Sings His Hidden Agenda Once the Grand Arbiter had seated the prominent and wealthy individuals of Ling, the remaining guests were left to sit wherever they liked. People feasted on fruits, meats, and snacks that tasted like heavenly nectar, and drank wine and tea that flowed like rivers. After eating and drinking to their hearts’ content, the young men sang joyful songs while the young women danced gracefully to the music. As everyone enjoyed themselves, Chao Tong, the King of Darong, stood up and began explaining the purpose of the banquet. He recounted the prophecy delivered by the Hayagriva Deity and the joy the upcoming horse race would bring. He then sang to the crowd: "Among thirty heroes, No matter how skilled, ranks must be set. Among the many tribes of Ling, The people need a chief to lead them. This horse race will settle it— The winner shall be king and lead the people. In my white tent, All are equal, regardless of status. From the noble sons to the poorest beggar, Everyone has the right to compete in the race, Everyone has a chance to claim the throne. How fast a horse runs Depends on the water and grass it has overnight. How strong a hero is Depends on his lifelong training. Whether the horse wins or loses Determines the rise or fall of one’s destiny. When should the race be held? Should the track be long or short? Let us discuss these matters, brothers!" Chao Tong, though hiding his ulterior motives, spoke with a honeyed tongue. He was eloquent, able to twist black into white, square into round, and death into life. His song made it seem as though he was advocating for fairness and equality, giving everyone an equal chance to win. The gathered heroes, not detecting any ill intent behind his words, began discussing as instructed. Chief Steward and Gyatsa Advocate for Joru Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen did not want to expose Chao Tong’s scheme because he believed in the prophecy given by the gods—that Joru would win the horse race. However, he noticed that in this grand gathering of Ling’s people, Joru and his mother were nowhere to be seen. If Joru wasn’t informed about the race, how could he win? Wouldn’t that allow Chao Tong’s plot to succeed? Thinking of this, Chief Steward stood up and said to everyone: “Judging from the movement of the stars in the sky, the seasonal changes on the earth, and the prophecy of the gods above, there is no reason not to hold this horse race. However, I suggest that every member of the Mukpo Dong family, no matter whether they live in the upper or lower regions of Ling, must be informed. Otherwise, if someone later complains that they weren’t notified and demand a share of the stakes, it will cause unnecessary disputes. As the saying goes: ‘A foolish woman churns frozen milk in winter— She won’t get butter and will only freeze her hands. A foolish man races horses on frozen ground— He won’t flatten the earth and will only injure himself.’ Also, it is unreasonable to make the people of Ling travel great distances in the cold to watch the race—they may not say it aloud, but they will harbor resentment. Furthermore, in such conditions, even the best horses cannot perform well. In the warm months of May or June, when the grass is lush, it will not only be the best time for the race but also a joyful experience for everyone watching.” The Chief Steward’s implication was to delay the race and give Joru time to prepare and return. Gyatsa Xiega understood this but felt it wasn’t appropriate for the chief steward to say it outright. So, Gyatsa stood up and said: “This horse race, proposed by Uncle Chao Tong and approved by Chief Steward, is a major event. As the saying goes: ‘Though a leg of lamb is small, it still belongs to the sheep. Though a colt is small, it still belongs to the steed. Though a person is small, he is still his uncle’s nephew.’ The royal descendant of the Mukpo Dong family—my younger brother, Chief Steward’s nephew, and the son of Mother Guomu—is still a part of Ling’s royal lineage. Though he has been exiled, he is still your nephew, Uncle Chao Tong. Guomu is the daughter of the Dragon King and the queen of King Senlun. She and her son are treasures of Ling. When the horse race determines the throne, treasures, and Sangjang Zumu, how can we not invite him? If Joru is not included, the people of my branch will refuse to participate in the race or compete for the stakes.” Joru’s Absence and Chao Tong’s Manipulations Gyatsa continued, his voice filled with both passion and frustration: “Right now, my poor brother Joru lives in exile, far from his homeland. He has no wealth, no position, and no home to call his own. He shelters in caves, struggling to survive. He fights with dogs over bones and competes with chickens for scraps of grain. In his current state, how could he possibly dream of winning a horse race or claiming any prize? Yet, here we are, gathered for a feast as brothers, and not even the lowest seat has been reserved for him. Isn’t this going too far? Am I wrong to say so? Please, everyone, weigh my words in your hearts!” Hearing the words of Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen and Gyatsa, Chao Tong’s heart burned with anger. He thought to himself: “That wretched Joru! He’s nothing but a lowborn fool, unfit for the world. Even his mother, Guomu, was rotten to the core when she carried him in her womb. Yet, Chief Steward keeps fawning over him, and Gyatsa won’t stop clamoring to have him brought back to participate in the race. But what’s the point? Joru lacks the cunning to win anything. That twelve-year-old brat couldn’t possibly claim victory in the race. Even if the prize were handed to him, he’d likely push it away with his tongue. And if, by some miracle, he won the race, he’d probably give away the throne, the treasures, and Sangjang Zumu to someone else. The people of his branch family overestimate him, and Dan Sa speaks of him as if he’s some divine figure. They’re mistaking brass for gold—Joru doesn’t even value himself.” Feigning agreement, Chao Tong said aloud: “Gyatsa Xiega, you’re right. As the noble son of King Senlun and the blood relative of Guomu, Joru’s absence from this feast is indeed regrettable. But it’s not my fault he hasn’t been invited—it was your branch family’s responsibility to call him. Now, what’s most important is deciding the route and timing of the horse race.” The Race Route Debate and Settling Plans Chao Tong’s son, Dongzan Langdu Aban, could no longer keep quiet. He blurted out arrogantly: “If our Ling Kingdom’s horse race route is too short, we’ll be ridiculed. If the race isn’t grand enough, we’ll be shamed. To make this race famous across the world, the starting point should be at Jaga and the finish line at Jhana.” The other brothers found Dongzan’s words boastful and ridiculous. Senda, from the middle branch, responded sarcastically: “Oh, if you want to hold a world-famous horse race, then the starting point should be in the sky, and the finish line in the depths of the sea. The stakes should be the sun and the moon, and the people of Ling should watch the race from the heavens.” The gathered brothers and people burst into laughter. Senda’s sharp wit was too much for Dongzan, whose face turned red with embarrassment. The veins on his neck bulged, but he had no response. Gyatsa Xiega stepped in to calm the crowd. He proposed a practical plan that satisfied everyone and even saved Dongzan from further humiliation. Ultimately, the group agreed on Gyatsa’s suggestion: The starting point of the race would be Ayudi Mountain. The finish line would be Gure Stone Mountain. Prayers and incense offerings would be held on the summit of Ludi Mountain. The people would gather on Radi Mountain to watch the race. The event would take place in summer when the weather was warm, and the grass was lush. Chief Steward, seeing that a general plan had been settled, worried that Chao Tong or other heroes might later go back on their word. To prevent this, he said: “For such an important matter, I fear it might stir discord among the brothers. Let us ask the Grand Arbiter and the impartial judge, Dapan, to sing a song of fair judgment to finalize the decision.” Arbiter Dapan’s Song of Justice At this moment, the Grand Arbiter had completed arranging the seating for the banquet. The impartial and highly respected judge, Dapan, understood that Chief Steward’s suggestion was directed at him. With a cheerful and melodic tone, he sang a song of judgment to finalize the decision: "First, we invite the celestial god Brahma, Second, we invite the wise deity King Gezuo, Third, we invite Dragon King Zuna Rinchen May they bless the people of Ling today! Though I, Dapan, serve as the mediator, Power is only granted by three conditions: First, blessings and authority determined by past lives, Second, fairness and integrity as steady as a ruler, Third, inheriting a role from father to son. This year’s horse race in Ling, All necessary conditions have been met: Gentle sunlight shines upon us, The earth is warm, and the air is moist, Dragons roar in the sky, Rain descends gently from the heavens. Green meadows are covered in blooming flowers, The summer season is perfect for the event. All the brothers of Ling will race, And Joru must not be excluded. We should send someone to invite him. Whether he wins the prize or not depends on his fate. This horse race in Ling will be a grand spectacle, A rare event in history. Such joyous news should be spread So the whole world can know. Let us see who will claim victory in the race, Holding the divine spear and arrow to win the prize. The seven treasures, not previously described in detail, Shall now be explained one by one: The golden throne that commands the three realms, The incomparable beauty, Sangjang Zumu, The seven treasures passed down by the Gyalo family, The twelve scrolls of the Jilong Sutra, The Dragon King’s black grand tent, The wooden fortress of Dazong, The twelve thousand households of Ling’s people. From the highest-ranking Chief Steward To the humblest beggar Gulu, Whoever has the skill may claim these prizes. This is the decision of the uncles and elders. The thirteen spiritual masters of Ling, Led by Gunga, Gejie, and Taben, Will pray to the gods for blessings. We will burn incense and worship the war gods. May the warhorses remain unharmed, May the brothers be free from insult or injury. The key points have been stated clearly, But let me leave a few reminders: Public virtue is like the crescent moon on the third night— Though not yet full, it will grow brighter and rounder. Private desires are like the full moon on the sixteenth night— Though round, it will inevitably wane and darken. Power is but an ornament of the world, Too precious to gamble in a horse race. Everyone wishes to keep it for themselves, But selfishness will only cause disputes. If Ling is divided by conflict, There will be no peace, And the horse race would be better left undone. Whether or not one wins depends on fate, Not on the speed of a beast. If one is not destined to rule, Even the fastest steed will fail. These words may seem unreasonable, But they are heartfelt truths, not mere jest. This year’s horse race in Ling, Is both the will of the heavens and the wish of the people. May the prophecy of the northern deity come true, May all desires be fulfilled! May the spiritual masters bestow their blessings, May the deities remove disasters! May the guardians protect great achievements, May the local spirits ensure peace and safety! May joy and fortune fill everyone’s hearts. My words are spoken with good intentions, Let the people of Ling remember them well!" Heroes Accept the Decision, but Hidden Thoughts Remain People always admire those who are fair and just, and this is an undeniable truth. After hearing Dapan’s judgment, all the heroes agreed that it was reasonable. They expressed their determination to follow the decision and happily returned to their respective tribes. As the saying goes, “A decision made by someone wearing a sheepskin cannot be overturned by someone wearing a tiger’s skin.” However, there were three individuals with their own private thoughts and hidden plans. First was Gyatsa Xiega. While he didn’t desire the prize or the throne for himself, he worried that Dongzan might win the race and claim the stakes. He secretly resolved: “I must remain vigilant. As long as the courage of the heroes hasn’t completely dwindled, I cannot let Chao Tong’s scheme succeed.” Next was Chao Tong, the King of Darong. He was deeply worried: “If Joru returns to Ling, the consequences will be disastrous. I must do everything in my power to prevent Joru from joining the brothers in the race.” Finally, there was the poor beggar Joru. He was utterly destitute, worrying about his lack of fine clothing, treasures, or any means to participate in the race.

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 48 Chao Tong's Treacherous Arrow Breaks The Peace; Queen Zumu Takes The Field And Is Captured By Hor A Treacherous Arrow Rekindles the Flames of War The Hor army retreated swiftly, reaching Yarlasawu Mountain on the sixth day. As they were setting up camp, a red copper-tailed arrow, shrieking through the air, flew into White Tent King's great tent and landed at the feet of the assembled men, startling everyone. The Sinba immediately rushed out to investigate, fearing another attack from the Ling Kingdom. After a long while, when it became clear no assault was forthcoming, they realized the arrow carried a message. A servant presented the letter to White Tent King. After reading it, the king's face turned as pale as the yellowed paper. "Summon Sinba Meruze," White Tent King roared, emphasizing the word "summon." As soon as Meruze entered the great tent, the king flung the sheaf of yellow paper at him. "Read this! The foxes of Ling have pulled off a grand trick!" Meruze picked up the letter from the ground. His worst fears were confirmed by the words on the page: Who knew the prize bought with precious lives, Was green stone passed off as precious turquoise, Poison leaves for the beautiful white lotus, Brass masquerading as shining gold, Lead and iron posing as dazzling silver, A black crow impersonating the singing cuckoo, The maid Lizhongji made to stand in for Queen Zumu. Hoping to join with the snow lion, a companion to dispel worries, Who knew we'd befriended a long-tailed black dog; Hoping to join with the fierce tiger, a companion to sit proudly, Who knew the one we lean on is a fox; Hoping to join with the great bear, a companion to show off, Who knew our travel mate is a puny mule foal; Hoping to join with Zumu, a lifelong companion, Who knew the one we obtained is the maid Lizhongji. Oh, mighty White Tent King, Can you endure such deception? Can you bear such insult? Can you swallow such shame? If you lack the skill, you shouldn't have come, Having come, why scurry back to your nest? Meruze's heart sank, and his face clouded over. "Who sent this letter?" Meruze wished he could devour the writer whole and chew him to pieces. "It was this arrow," a guard said, handing the red copper-tailed arrow to Meruze. Meruze racked his memory, trying to identify the arrow's owner. Finally, he remembered—it was the arrow of Darong official Chao Tong. Rage surged through Meruze. "Great King, I never imagined the Ling people would deceive us. Let us turn our army back now. This time, we will leave not a single scrap of their armor intact, and we will certainly seize the real Zumu." What Meruze didn't say aloud was that first, he would tear this letter-writer, Darong's King Chao Tong, limb from limb, so he could never scheme again! "They say the wisdom of Hor's Sinba Meruze is unmatched under heaven. Yet, since you joined this campaign, you've never achieved a single military merit. Instead, you've repeatedly let the enemy succeed. I suspect you knew about this deception all along. None of us have seen Zumu, but you have! While our being fooled is understandable, you... weren't you deliberately deceiving me alongside them?" White Tent King, recalling Meruze's several attempts to persuade him to withdraw, grew deeply suspicious. "Great King, Zumu is a consort, soon to be your queen. How could I dare to scrutinize her? Besides, in my eyes, all women under heaven are much the same, differing only in dress and adornment. Once that maidservant wore the queen's garments, how could I possibly tell them apart?" Seeing White Tent King suspect him of deception, Meruze hurriedly explained. White Tent King listened, but doubts still lingered in his heart. "Very well, then you shall lead a hundred thousand troops to the Ling Kingdom and seize Zumu. We will wait for you here!" Upon hearing this, Meruze thought it might be for the best. With fewer troops, there would be less harm to the Ling common folk. This time, however, they absolutely must bring back the real Zumu; only then could the Ling Kingdom be preserved to the greatest extent. Chao Tong's Scheme and the Siege of Dazi Watching the Hor army sweep back like a tide, Darong's King Chao Tong was overjoyed. He finally had another chance for revenge against Gesar. His previous letter to the Northern Demon King had led to Lutsan abducting Consort Meisa, which had pleased Chao Tong for a while but hadn't fully quenched his hatred, nor had he gained anything himself. This time, the Hor King's invasion to seize a bride had delighted Chao Tong once more, as it was a truly rare opportunity. As the prize of the horse race, Zumu had been taken by Gesar as his queen. Watching helplessly as the most beautiful maiden in Ling was snatched away by Gesar, Chao Tong could only swallow his rage. Now, this was perfect. If he couldn't have her, then Gesar shouldn't either. Chao Tong desperately wished the Hor would quickly take Zumu away and slaughter all of Ling's heroes and warriors, big and small, so he could seize the throne and rule over everything. However, the foolish White Tent King, utterly beguiled by Zumu, had happily withdrawn his million-strong army with a mere maidservant, leaving Chao Tong bitterly disappointed. How could the notoriously ruthless and cunning Darong King Chao Tong allow the Hor to retreat so easily? He longed to tell White Tent King plainly: "You've been deceived, tricked by a woman." But Chao Tong lacked the courage; he didn't dare betray Zumu and the Ling Kingdom in broad daylight. After waiting several days, his opportunity finally arrived—he shot the arrow with the letter. Thereafter, he waited sleeplessly, day and night, for the Hor to swiftly return. Now, he had his wish: Sinba Meruze was back with a hundred thousand troops. Sinba Meruze had no desire to fight the Ling Kingdom. He only wished to persuade Zumu to come with them peacefully, avoiding the clash of swords and spears, and sparing both Hor and Ling people from further bloodshed and death. Therefore, Meruze did not raise a great clamor. Instead, he quietly advanced on Ling and directly surrounded Dazi City—the castle where Zumu resided. One morning, Zumu pushed open her window to enjoy the view. Her mood had improved these past few days, though she felt slightly uneasy missing Lizhongji. She took a deep breath and was instantly stunned: the surroundings were filled with Hor troops—a sea of heads, a forest of spears and blades, countless soldiers and horses. Zumu felt a surge of terror, wondering if she was dreaming again. At that moment, Sinba Meruze emerged from the midst of the army and sang loudly to Zumu: Oh, young and beautiful Queen Zumu, Listen to this song from Sinba. Since the war between Hor and Ling began, Hundreds of heroes have lost their lives, Thousands of men have shed their blood, Countless mothers have lost beloved sons, The realm shakes like milk mixed with blood, Heaven and earth turn over like cymbals clashing. Where does the root of this lie? Green seedlings adorn the earth, Hoping for a bountiful harvest of rice, Who knew they'd be destroyed by harsh frost— This is a sin committed by the heavens. Beautiful flowers adorn the jade vase, Hoping the blossoms would bloom gloriously, Who knew they'd be destroyed by hail— This is a sin committed by dark clouds. Long fish adorn the river waters, Hoping the golden-eyed fish would swim in circles, Who knew they'd be hooked through the gills— Blame the flesh being too fragrant and fresh. The king of birds, the vulture, adorns the stone mountain, Hoping its feathers would be preserved, Who knew its claws would be caught in a net at a perilous spot— Because its feathers can make sharp arrows. The Ling army adorns Jambudvipa, Hoping the Ling Kingdom would find peace, Who knew the powerful Hor would invade— This disaster was sparked by you, Queen Zumu. As he sang, Sinba Meruze watched Zumu intently. Seeing her listening attentively, he knew his words had moved her. But he also had to make it clear that further deception was futile; the Hor were not so easily fooled: Waiting repeatedly for the bright, clear moon, We got stars that cannot dispel the dark night. Longing to obtain beautiful white jade, Who knew we'd get a string of white stone prayer beads. Longing to obtain the melodious cuckoo, Who knew a mountain sparrow would fly in. Longing to obtain Sangjang Zumu, Who knew Lizhongji impersonated the queen. Good words and bad, a mute knows in his heart; Love or hate, even a child understands clearly. With good words I sincerely advise you, Zumu, Do not hesitate, set forth on your journey soon. Zumu listened carefully to Sinba Meruze's song. In her heart, she felt his words held truth. Yet, she could not go with the Sinba to the Hor Kingdom. She would rather die than follow the murderous White Tent King. With this thought, Zumu sang in reply: I, Sangjang Zumu, queen of Ling, Am an incarnation of the White Tara Mother of the East. With the Lion King of Jambudvipa, I swore solemn vows to serve the Buddha, To establish the true teachings of Shakyamuni, To let the black-headed masses enjoy peace. I and the Great Lion King Gesar, Are like the bright moon paired with the sun, Descended from the celestial realm to the human world, Not for ourselves, but for the public good. The white lion on the snow mountain peak, Though lacking a magnificent green mane, Cannot adorn the snow mountain more beautifully, Will never go down to the plains. The fierce tiger in the sandalwood forest, Though lacking splendid stripes, Cannot adorn the forest more beautifully, Will never go to the grasslands. The white lotus in the clear pond, Though not growing dense branches and leaves, Cannot adorn the offering vase more beautifully, Will never fall into the hands of demons. I, Zumu, am the queen of the Ling Kingdom, Though I have no great reputation, Cannot adorn Dazi City more beautifully, Will never go to Hor's Yaze City. Failed Persuasion and the King's Impatience Hearing this, Sinba Meruze suppressed his rising anger and continued patiently: Better than meditating atop a cliff, Is to resolve disputes for the common people more often. How can Sacred Ling find peace? How can Hor depart safely? How can the heroes led by Gyatsa, Live safe, long lives, equal to the heavens? I sincerely advise you, Zumu, Carefully weigh what is urgent here. Peace and war balance on a spear's tip, The boundary between life and death lies in this instant. "Zumu, Queen of Ling, do not think I desire war. For peace's sake, I have advised the Great King countless times. But the king has sworn not to rest until he wins you—this is a resolve that cannot be turned. All in Hor know I, Meruze, have five extremes: in joy, I am most kind; in anger, most ruthless; against enemies, I am a most cruel thunderbolt; towards spoils of war, I am most selfless; towards the common people, I am as soft as silk. Now, Hor and Ling have fought for three years. The bones of the dead pile into mountains, blood has flowed into rivers. Do you truly wish our two lands to continue fighting?" Zumu heard the sincerity in Meruze's words and believed he spoke truthfully. Thinking of the countless Ling lives lost over these three years, all for her sake... My king, Gesar, are you truly not returning? Have you truly abandoned Ling? Since you went north to subdue demons, I have waited three years. Since Hor invaded, Chief Steward and brother Gyatsa have led Ling's heroes in fierce resistance for another three years. Six years, a full six years. Why has the king not returned? Vajra Dakinis of the East, Jewel Dakinis of the South, Lotus Dakinis of the West, Action Dakinis of the North, Dakinis of the Five Great Bliss Families! For me, the suffering Zumu, the time for compassion is now, the time for pity has come; the time for protection is now, the time for granting blessings has come; the time for shelter is now, the time for empowerment has come; the time for aid is now, the time for fulfillment has come. Pity me, Sangjang Zumu. I wish to die, but my life force persists; I wish to fly, but alas, my wings cannot lift high; I wish to flee, but I am surrounded layer upon layer. What to do? What to do? Zumu was at her wits' end. After Hor's retreat, Ling's armies had disbanded and returned home. No one expected the Hor army to return so swiftly. There was no time to summon the troops again. "Meruze, how can you still spare the leisure to bandy words with her? Act quickly, seize her!" Just as Sinba Meruze was still trying to persuade Zumu, White Tent King himself arrived at the head of another hundred thousand troops. It turned out the king, still uneasy and fearing Meruze's force might be too small to succeed and even suffer harm from the Ling people, had mustered a hundred thousand elite soldiers soon after Meruze's departure and followed. "Great King, we still must not be too hasty. As the proverb says: 'For the yellow wild yak's fat meat, there is time to boil it, and time to let it cool; butter placed on the tea stove, there is time to brew the tea, and time to savor its taste; a sharp arrow nocked on the bow, there is time to aim, and time to shoot.' Please return to your great tent and rest a moment. Let me advise Zumu a few more words. If she complies and comes willingly, all the better. If not, then we seize her without delay." White Tent King saw the reason in this and reluctantly returned to his tent. Before he could even settle on his tiger-skin cushion, a sharp arrow—whistling, flashing like lightning, thundering—flew into White Tent King's great tent and embedded itself in the pillar above his seat, startling the king so much he slid from his cushion onto the floor. "Quick, summon Meruze at once!" White Tent King ordered. As soon as Sinba Meruze entered the great tent, he saw the arrow lodged in the pillar. "Great King, this is Gesar's divine arrow. We should leave Ling territory quickly. Otherwise, once Gesar returns, it will be hard to manage." "And Zumu?!" "She says she needs to think more." "Think more, think more! She has been thinking for three years! She is deliberately stalling, waiting for Gesar to return. Now, the divine arrow has arrived, so Gesar cannot be far. We cannot linger here. Tomorrow, we withdraw and return to Hor." Though White Tent King was mighty, the sight of that divine arrow seemed to slice away his courage, leaving him less defiant. "In my opinion, Great King, it would be better not to seize Zumu. Gesar is not far now; how could he allow us to take his beloved queen? If you insist on having Zumu, it will spark an even greater war." "Then... I shall think on it too." This time, White Tent King truly listened to Meruze's words and genuinely considered returning home. He had been on campaign for three years and was growing homesick. Treachery Triumphs and Zumu's Capture Just as White Tent King sank into contemplation, a sharp "whoosh" accompanied by a piercing gust of wind shattered his thoughts. Another red copper-tailed arrow, carrying a sheaf of hateful yellow paper, shot into the great tent. Seeing the arrow and the paper, Sinba Meruze knew it portended no good and wished he could capture and execute Chao Tong immediately. White Tent King had already taken the letter, confirming Meruze's fears. After reading it, the king's worried expression vanished. Waving the yellow papers, he laughed wildly and shouted, "The deities are aiding me! I must seize the beauty Zumu!" Sinba Meruze took the letter from the king's hand. Malicious words leaped from the page. The letter stated that the previous arrow was indeed Gesar's divine arrow, but Gesar himself was still far away! If he were near, he wouldn't have shot an arrow. If they pulled out that arrow and placed it under the feet of a demon deity, it could suppress the arrow and also suppress Gesar. Seizing Zumu would then bring no disaster. "Great King, let us first pull out this arrow," Meruze said. Though he detested the letter's venom, for the sake of swift peace and an end to fighting, he thought to follow its suggestion. Two guards stepped forward and tugged for a long while, but the arrow didn't budge. "Meruze, you pull out this divine arrow!" White Tent King commanded. Meruze stepped forward and pulled twice. The arrow remained immovable, and the great hero broke into a sweat from the effort. "Come, I must do it myself." Thinking Meruze hadn't used enough force, White Tent King personally stretched out his pillar-like arms, grabbed the divine arrow, and yanked with all his might. The divine arrow remained utterly undamaged and unmoved. The force of his pull sent White Tent King tumbling to the floor. Only then did he understand the arrow's power. White Tent King thought to himself: If this divine arrow is so formidable, the Lion King must be even more incredibly fierce. If we don't seize Zumu quickly, once he returns, we won't be able to leave. "Meruze, quickly! Order the attack on the city! Seize Zumu immediately! No more thinking for her. "Your Majesty, are you still determined to marry Zumu?" "Say no more. If we do not seize Zumu, the three-plus years we've spent here, the soldiers and horses lost or wounded, and all the provisions expended would be meaningless. Our entire campaign to the Ling Kingdom would have been in vain." At the White Tent King's command, the vast Hor army once again tightly encircled the city of Dazi, inside and out. Queen Zumu was prepared for the enemy. Donning the Great Lion King's armor and taking up his bow and arrows, which had been left at home, she suddenly appeared atop the city wall of Dazi: "Hear me, Hor king and ministers, I am the Great Lion King Gesar. The northern demons have been subdued, Now I return to protect my homeland. You invaded Ling without cause, My wrath burns three thousand zhang high. With my Red Bird Seven Divine Arrows, I shall shoot dead the culprit, the White Tent King." Seeing the helmeted, armored figure with bow in hand, the Hor soldiers believed Gesar had truly returned. Instantly, morale crumbled and they scattered in all directions. Even the White Tent King lost his composure. Just as the Hor forces were on the verge of rout, Chao Tong seized the moment to inform the White Tent King that the figure on the wall was not the Great Lion King, but Queen Zumu. He urged the Hor not to retreat, but to advance. This time, Chao Tong did not shoot an arrow, but instead sang a song. Hearing Chao Tong's song, the White Tent King's resolve steadied, and the Hor soldiers' fear subsided. The White Tent King and Sinba Meruze led the charge toward the city wall. Zumu shot four arrows in succession, killing over four hundred Hor soldiers. However, as she was about to loose her fifth arrow, she was captured by the White Tent King. The White Tent King ordered the copper horns blown for an immediate retreat.

On this ancient and magical land, which lies so near the sun, a timeless legend has been passed down through generations. From the sources of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers to the Yarlung Tsangpo River basin; from the Jinsha, Lancang, and Nu River valleys to the Shiquan, Xiangquan, and Peacock Rivers; from the Animaqin, Tanggula, Kunlun, and Himalaya mountains to the surrounding regions; from the Gyarong area to the Ali Plateau; EPIC of King Gesar CH1-10 CH 1 - The people of snowly land ... The first chapter of The Epic of King Gesar tells the story of how the beings of the snowy plateau fell into suffering due to the rampage of demons, and how the gods decided to send their divine son, Gesar, to the human world to save them. According to legend, beneath a massive, yak-shaped black stone, three iron scorpions were imprisoned. Out of compassion, the Vajra released them, but due to their karmic sins from past lives, they were reincarnated as a nine-headed snow pig. The King of Brahma beheaded the nine heads, which transformed into four black, three red, one multicolored, and one white. The four black heads were reborn as the Four Great Demon Kings of the North (including Hor’s White Tent King and the Demon King of Jiang), who spread chaos across the human world. Meanwhile, the white head vowed to become a hero to subdue the demons and was reincarnated as King Gesar. Disasters frequently struck the snowy plateau, and living beings suffered greatly. Avalokiteshvara (Guanyin) implored Amitabha Buddha to save them. Amitabha Buddha prophesied that the Prince of Brahma Heaven, Tonpa Gawa (King Gesar in his previous life), would be born into the human world, tasked with teaching and saving beings as well as subduing demons. At the same time, the Four Great Demon Kings wreaked havoc on the snowy plateau, leaving the people in unbearable misery. Amitabha Buddha sent a ray of divine light to guide the Master Padmasambhava (Pema Tötreng Tsal), foretelling the arrival of King Gesar. Ultimately, the son of the Brahma King, Tonpa Gawa (Gesar), was chosen to be reborn in the southern continent of Jambudvipa, destined to become the hero who would rescue all beings. This chapter, rich in mythological elements, narrates the origins of King Gesar and establishes the epic’s central theme of subduing demons and saving the world. CH 2 - Avalokiteshvara Delivers the Teachings... Chapter Two tells the story of how Avalokiteshvara (Guanyin Bodhisattva), in order to save sentient beings, transformed into a demon child and ventured into the perilous land of the northern Ox-Tail Continent, the dwelling place of the Rakshasa tribe. The grand palace of Great Bliss in this land was so imposing that even Yama, Brahma, and the demon king Vetala dared not approach it. Concealing his true form and protected by a white light, the Bodhisattva entered this realm, where he was intercepted by the Rakshasa minister, Recha Gotön. In response to questioning, the Bodhisattva replied with wisdom, identifying himself as the “Compassionate Son Who Benefits All Beings” and insisting on meeting the Rakshasa king, Pematokchen. Eventually, Pematokchen, who was actually an emanation of Amitayus (the Buddha of Infinite Life), recognized the Bodhisattva’s true identity. Joyfully, he accepted the Bodhisattva’s mission of salvation and prophesied the coming of the divine child, Tonpa Gawa. The later sections detail the sacred process of the divine child’s birth: through the blessings of the Five Buddhas, he was endowed with extraordinary powers to subdue demons and save sentient beings, becoming the embodiment of a “warrior and teacher” who tirelessly works day and night CH 3 - The Divine Child Fears Difficulty ... (Click for full version) The divine son of the heavens, Tonpa Gawa (also known as Boddo Gabu), was chosen by the gods to descend to the human world and embark on the arduous journey of subduing demons and saving sentient beings. However, due to the immense suffering he endured through countless cycles of reincarnation, the divine son developed great fear of the mortal realm and repeatedly tried to avoid his mission. He hid in various places, such as snow mountains, dragon palaces, and mandalas, but was repeatedly found and brought back by the master Padmasambhava and other gods. Finally, after the gods promised to fulfill nine of his conditions (such as having a divine father, a dragon mother, a divine steed, and weapons) and provided repeated teachings, the divine son vowed to be reborn as King Gesar to save the beings of the snowy land. CH 4 - Seeking the Divination Deity to Resolve...(Click for full version) The meticulous preparations made by Master Padmasambhava for the divine son Tonpa Gawa's (King Gesar) descent into the human world. Master Padmasambhava observed various regions of the snowy plateau through divinations and ultimately selected Ling, the center of the "Six Ridges of Dokham," deeming it the auspicious land of the "Self-Rising Sun," fit for enlightening sentient beings. The master identified Senlen, a descendant of the ancient Tibetan Mu Buddha Dong clan, as the divine son's earthly father, due to his kind and generous nature. To secure the divine son’s mother, the master caused the dragon clan to fall victim to an epidemic, compelling the dragon king, Zöna Rinchen, to seek help. Through the divination of the oracle Dorje Anga, the dragon king learned that offering a dragon princess would resolve the calamity. Ultimately, the master chose the dragon king’s youngest daughter, Meto Naze, as the divine son’s mother. Although she was not beautiful in appearance, she possessed extraordinary spirituality. As part of her dowry, the master requested a green tent, Buddhist scriptures, and a green-horned milking cow. The dragon princess was entrusted to Dunba Khyentse of Ling for safekeeping until the divine son’s birth. 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. 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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 73 The Queen Mother's Tragic Demise And King Sadan's Mourning Seclusion King Gesar Transformed As An Old Beggar Following the great victory of the Ling army, King Gesar rode alone to the territory of King Sadan of the Jiang Kingdom. He first carefully observed the routes and city gates of the Jiang region, then spent the night in a mountain pass opposite the Sadan plains. Using his powers of illusion, the Great King transformed his magnificent steed into a divine donkey with a coat of chestnut, blue, and mottled colors, and tethered it east of King Sadan's stables. He himself disguised as an old beggar with a face half-white and half-yellow. He changed his precious horn bow into a walking stick, his quiver into a divination book, his armor into a divination ritual object, and his helmet into a wooden begging bowl. Early the next morning, he set off towards the royal palace. As he walked, he begged for alms along the way: "Pity a helpless soul! Give a handful of tsampa! Give a lump of butter!" The three-colored donkey tethered east of King Sadan's stables was discovered by the long-legged royal groom, Temo. He immediately led the donkey into King Sadan's stables, then hurried to the king's presence. Upon entering the palace, he reported: "O King Sadan upon the high golden throne, divine son descended to rule over men. Your subject has a report for the Great King, and begs Your Majesty to listen and give orders. This morning, before the high mountains donned their golden crowns, before the divine birds of the east left their nests, before the women of the household began milking, a rare and strange event occurred. Looking down from above the stables, I saw a strange donkey east of the city gate, freely grazing on green grass, snorting as it ate. Never have I seen such a bizarre creature. I went closer to inspect it. The donkey's body bore three-colored fur, as if painted by an artist; its four hooves were splendid like uncarved jade; its tail was beautiful like a crafted rainbow; its white muzzle and lips resembled a white conch shell. I know not if this donkey has an owner. I have now brought it and placed it in the stables, and specially report this matter to the Great King. I know not if this portends good or ill; if it is auspicious, my heart will be at ease. I, Temo the long-legged horse herder, along with Seca the long-legged and Quchi, we three servants all believe this to be a most auspicious and fortunate event. This year, upon the territory of our Jiang Kingdom, a thousand and a hundred springs have converged into a great pool; with water, the pastures are lush and the crops flourish—all say this is a most auspicious omen. Today, the appearance of this three-colored donkey may be a treasure rare in all the world. Whether this is so, we cannot determine, and specially beg the King to investigate clearly and make a judgment." After groom Temo finished his report, King Sadan ordered him to bring the donkey for inspection, then ascended to the balcony. The Queen Mother Chijiang Jimu, Consort Jiangsa Namu, and others in the palace also came to watch. The groom led the donkey into the courtyard. King Sadan looked down from the balcony and said: "Judging from its coat color, hooves, muzzle, and other aspects, the arrival of this donkey symbolizes the accomplishment of endeavors. Tonight, you must guard it well." Having spoken, the King, the Queen Mother, and the consorts descended from the balcony and returned to their chambers. The next day, as the sun climbed the snow-capped mountains, the groom drove the King's two royal steeds—the black charger and the crystal horse—along with the three-colored donkey to the riverbank for water. Just as the groom was about to water them, a messenger arrived from the King, saying: "It is still too early to water the horses now; it is better to do so at noon." So the groom drove the donkey and horses away from the riverbank. At that time, the Great Lion King, disguised as a beggar, was begging at the city gate. At noon, when the groom watered the horses, the three-colored donkey began to fight with the black charger. As the two animals struggled, the crystal horse between them was squeezed and fell into the river. Then, as if startled, the three-colored donkey reared and bolted, also pushing the black charger into the water. King Sadan's two fine steeds were swept away by the river one after the other, terrifying the onlookers at the riverbank. Instantly, the riverbank was thrown into chaos, the clamor like sparrows seeking their nests under the eaves at dusk. Queen Mother Died and Deep Mourning The commotion reached the palace. The Queen Mother and her maids looked down from the balcony. By the power of Brahma's magic, the Queen Mother's vision blurred, her head spun, and she fell from the balcony, tumbling into the river and drowning. This event shook the entire royal city. The ministers were plunged into deep sorrow, and King Sadan, grieving his mother's death, lost all appetite for food and drink. He dressed in black robes, wrapped his head in black cloth, and remained in his mourning chamber all day, keeping vigil for his mother. The three-colored donkey had now vanished without a trace. The long-legged groom Temo believed that because he had brought this three-colored donkey, the King's two treasured steeds and the Queen Mother Chijiang Jimu, an emanation of a dakini, had met with disaster in the water. Seeing no way out, he closed his eyes, leaped into the river, and ended his life. At this time, the Great Lion King, still disguised as the old beggar, continued to sit outside the palace gate begging. Led by Consort Jiangsa Namu, the women began questioning the beggar: where he came from, what language he spoke, and where he was going. The old beggar replied: "My birthplace is the Chagar region. I left my homeland to make a pilgrimage to Jaga. On the journey, I stayed in the Lingga region for four years some time ago because the war between Hor's White Tent King and the Ling Kingdom blocked the roads, leaving me no way to proceed. Now with nowhere to go, I have drifted here. Currently, the war between Ling and Hor has ceased, and I still wish to pilgrimage to Jaga. Your King's fame is so illustrious; what food and drink will you bestow upon me?" Consort Jiangsa Namu said: "My son, Yula, and three hundred sixty soldiers went to the Ling Kingdom. Have you heard any news of Yula and the others? What has been the recent situation of the war between Hor and Ling?" The old beggar answered: "I did see a group of men, though I know not if one was your son. In the first ten days of last month, as I passed through Hor, I encountered a contingent of troops. They all said they came from the Jiang Kingdom. They were invited by the Hor people. I heard the leading officer made a pact with the Hor, both sides swearing to share weal and woe, forming an alliance to face a common enemy. Judging by the time, they might return soon, perhaps tomorrow or the day after, they could be home." Jiangsa Namu and the other women inquired in great detail. To comfort the King, Qula exaggerated to King Sadan, saying that Hor was still at war with Ling and that Prince Yula had already formed an alliance with Hor to resist their common enemy. Hearing this, the King pondered: This alliance between Hor and Jiang, I know not if it is true or false. If Yula and the others are safe and sound, that would be good enough. At this thought, a look of happiness immediately appeared on the King's face. Though unwilling to leave his mourning chamber, he still said to his ministers: "Investigate carefully. If that old beggar at the city gate truly can divine, have him perform a divination. Command him to carefully divine and clarify the situation of Yula Toju and the others, the circumstances of the Hor-Jiang alliance, and the inauspicious disasters that have appeared in our country. Then report the truth to me." The Ominous Divination The ministers obeyed, leaving the mourning chamber and proceeding directly to the city gate. The old beggar was still there. As the ministers approached, he said: "Ah! Noble sirs, bestow some food upon this beggar!" Qula asked: "You said you can divine. The King has sent us to ask you for a divination. Perform it quickly. What divination tools do you require?" The beggar replied: "Noble sirs, the tools for divination need not be many. I only need the various colored arrows used to invoke the war gods, the various fine incenses used when offering lamps to the war gods, a lump of butter the size of a goat, and one white and one red khata for offering to the local deities. With these things, I need nothing else." The ministers immediately prepared the aforementioned items for the old beggar. The beggar took the colored divination arrows in hand, murmured incantations, and began the divination. Then he sang a song foretelling fortune and misfortune: I, the diviner, am an emanation of the celestial gods, Able to foreknow the affairs of the human world. Whether ill or auspicious, I can sing it forth, I hope the noble sirs will listen carefully. The patterned divination threads number in the millions, The white thread symbolizes the white vulture in the high sky. Once the white vulture flies onto the red thread, The red thread must be carefully guarded against. The black thread symbolizes the greedy black crow, The crow drools at the sight of food, Its heart covets, always wanting to snatch it away— This is the divination sign of forming enmity with foes. The green thread symbolizes the beautiful green peacock, The peacock's feathers are full and shine brightly, The peacock leaves its homeland to fly to another land, Its beautiful feathers fall scattered upon the ground. The officers and soldiers who went forth to battle, Each sits cross-legged upon their horse's back. Whether ill or auspicious, the King and ministers must consider, The diviner need not elaborate in detail. The grey thread symbolizes the fierce owl, Symbolizing the appearance of demonic obstacles and disasters. Methods must be devised immediately for defense, Absolutely must not delay or hesitate. If one insists on forcing things according to one's own wishes, The King, ministers, and subjects will inevitably suffer calamity. This is clearly shown in the divination, To speak truthfully, I fear it will alarm your hearts. To avoid arousing suspicion in the noble sirs' hearts, To avoid you saying this beggar lies, It is not for begging that I speak nonsense— These words, please decide for yourselves. The small white conch divine horse upon the city gate, Fierce ghosts and evil spirits hide within it. Whether true or not, go and see for yourselves, The beggar will not give detailed pointers further. There are still some strange signs in the divination, Speaking of them, I fear you won't believe and will invite disaster. From the day I began divining until today, Never have I seen a divination more dreadful than this. The first sign shows Shakyamuni's chariot canopy— This is the Buddhist teaching occupying the Jiang land. The second sign shows the white conch horse's mane burned by fire— This is the master of the white conch horse meeting calamity. The third sign shows a chaotic thicket of blades and arrowheads— The common people will lose their lives beneath the blades. All three divination signs are inauspicious, I urge you to sheathe your swords and unhorse, do not wage war. If you still insist on taking up arms, The King, ministers, and people will inevitably be scattered. All three signs are very clear, The army and people will be in great danger of losing their lives. The karma of past misdeeds now bears fruit, Like crops about to be struck by hail. Like seedlings encountering a year of great drought, Leaves wither, branches dry, hardly able to survive. Sometimes demons descend like thunderbolts, Sometimes epidemics spread in all directions, Men will die, cutting off descendants, Women will become widows guarding empty tents. To transform disaster into fortunate conditions, Only quickly dismantle the white conch horse. Otherwise, evil spirits will be hard to eradicate completely, The King, ministers, and common people will all suffer great calamity. In the Snowy Land, the Lion is mighty and majestic, Its green mane is fuller than before. On the white earth road, the Dragon King gallops, Its neigh is more resonant than before. The divine might of the Lion King equals the heavens, The fame of the ministers and heroes spreads in all directions. Lingga's population prospers, the country is peaceful, The wishes of the King and ministers can certainly be realized. All these, I ask the noble sirs to consider carefully, Think thrice before acting, then there will be no future troubles. My various divination signs are extraordinary, How to accept or reject them, judge for yourselves. The Destruction of the Sacred Relic and Gesar's Return After the old beggar finished singing, Xieqin Baidui, a minister of Jiang, was deeply hesitant. He believed the white conch horse was a divine object passed down from ancestors, the dwelling place of the Jiang kingdom's demon gods and ancestral spirits, and should not be dismantled. Qula and Caima, however, took the divination signs as true. They also noted that the three-colored donkey that brought misfortune had vanished. Since the divination said ghosts and evil spirits hid within the white conch horse, even if it was a divine object, it must be dismantled. The opinions of the various ministers could not be unified for the moment, so they reported the divination signs to the King for his judgment. Minister Qula truthfully reported to the King the crucial point of the divination result: the need to dismantle the white conch horse. Upon hearing this, the King initially said nothing, only thinking: This white conch horse is a divine heirloom passed down through generations, the dwelling place of the Jiang kingdom's demon gods and ancestral spirits. I truly do not wish to dismantle it. But to prevent disaster from befalling, perhaps acting according to Qula's words is not unacceptable. The soul of that three-colored donkey, which showed ill omens, might have hidden inside it; dismantling it might be justified. So the King said: "Ministers, handle it as the situation demands! Dismantling the white conch horse may not be unacceptable. According to Qula, it harbors a root of calamity; even if a divine object, it has become a hiding place for ghosts and demons. Only by destroying it can we avoid disaster. I will remain in this mourning chamber, keeping vigil for my mother for nine years before leaving." Minister Baidui harbored doubts. He thought: Of ten diviners, nine often deceive. Moreover, his own view could not be reconciled with the two ministers'. And the King believed Qula's words; further remonstrance would be useless. He might as well comply. Then the ministers together approached the beggar diviner. Qula said: "Now we shall act according to your divination words! May the Jiang land be auspicious, with favorable winds and rains, bountiful harvests, and thriving livestock." The beggar said: "That is good. Now dismantle the white conch horse! No special tools are needed; just an iron hammer the size of an eight-year-old child can smash the white conch horse to pieces." The ministers prepared the iron hammer for the old beggar. The old beggar grasped the hammer with both hands, raised it high, and said loudly: "O white conch horse that invites disaster, vanish like a demon's illusion!" Then he sang a hammer-striking song: O wondrous white conch horse, Beloved and cherished, yet also bringing sorrow. Hungry ghosts, fierce demons, and the three great demon leaders, Prick up your ears and listen carefully. This black iron hammer, size of an eight-year-old child, I invoke the war gods of the sky to wield it, Quickly smash this shining white conch horse, Into fine powder and dust, consigned to the wild wind. If I lack the power to destroy it, This beggar is willing to end his life in the Jiang realm. Let the power and influence of the Jiang people scatter like stars, Let the teachings of the Jiang people be given to the wind. The many karmic connections foretold in the divination, Are all tightly linked to the fate of all beings. If the white conch horse can be smashed, All benefits for sentient beings can be preserved. In the coming month's time, Joyous and happy events will follow one after another. If I am still alive and my life is long, I will surely witness these happy events with my own eyes. After singing, the old beggar swung the hammer down through the air. With a loud crack, the white conch horse shattered into pieces, from which fresh red blood flowed out. The blood, like a flood, quickly streamed towards the direction of the royal palace. Thus, the precious divine object that ensured King Sadan's success and endeavors was destroyed. From then on, the crystal white conch horse, the Queen Mother Chijiang Jimu, and even the long-legged groom Temo, whom no demon king could defeat, were all eliminated. At this moment, the disguised old beggar, leaning on his walking stick, strode away towards the east. Having crossed two mountain passes, Gesar still did not know where his chestnut steed was. Anxious, he called for his precious steed: "When the demonic white conch horse was smashed, my chestnut steed, where did you go? My chestnut steed, whose kindness is weighty as a mountain, come today and be my guardian. You, horse, and I, man, are two friends. Quickly return to the Ling army camp. The Great King makes plans sitting in the central command tent; the divine steed awaits orders dwelling in the stables." As soon as the Great King finished speaking, the divine chestnut steed immediately appeared from within the colored clouds, then galloped along a path of five-colored rainbow light to the side