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Watching Zumu leave, Gesar was filled with regret. He thought about the long and desolate road back to Ling Gabu and how dangerous it was for her to travel alone. 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 27: TUIBAGAWA CAPTURES THE DEMON KINGDOM'S BEAUTY; ADANAMU TEACHES THE SECRET METHOD TO SUBDUE DEMONS Gesar's Worry for Zumu and the Goddess's Guidance Watching Zumu leave, Gesar was filled with regret. He thought about the long and desolate road back to Ling Gabu and how dangerous it was for her to travel alone. “If something were to happen to Zumu before I even rescue Meisa, how could I bear it?” he thought. Remembering Zumu’s love and kindness over the years made him even more sorrowful, and he couldn’t help but sing a song expressing his worry: “I stayed behind to fight the demons, Leaving my queen Zumu to return alone. The cold northern winds cut like knives, And the sun is already setting. Zumu’s clothes are as thin as silk, The fierce winds and snow will freeze her. The vast, desolate grasslands are empty, The cries of the mother deer will frighten her. On the high, rocky mountains, The roars of wild oxen will scare her.” As his heart grew heavy with worry, Gesar thought about turning back. “People often say that kind-hearted guides are rare, faithful friends are few, and loyal couples are hard to find. Zumu has been my loving wife for three years. Can I really abandon her just to save Meisa?” Just as Gesar was about to act on his thoughts, a voice rang out from the heavens, gentle yet commanding. It was the goddess Langman Gam, who had always appeared to guide Gesar in moments of difficulty. “Gesar,” she said, “did you forget your vow in the heavenly realm? You are not going north just for Meisa. More importantly, you are going to subdue the demons and save countless lives. This is your divine mission, your sacred promise, and the hope of all beings. You cannot turn back now. Do not hesitate—move forward. Zumu will be under my protection, and your seven spiritual allies will help guide her back to Ling Gabu safely.” The goddess’s words struck Gesar like a thunderbolt, clearing his mind. He knelt to the ground and prayed, expressing his gratitude to the goddess. Then he vowed: “I, the Lion King of Ling Gabu, Gesar, Will defeat the evil black demons! I will release arrows like lightning, Piercing the demon’s head and drinking its blood. I will cut the spirit of the demon, And free all beings from its evil lair.” With renewed determination, Gesar rode north faster than ever before, turning his longing for Zumu into strength. A journey that would have taken a year, he covered in a month; a month’s journey, he traveled in a day; and in one day, he covered the distance of a single meal. Gesar Meets the Demoness Adanamu One evening, as darkness began to fall, Gesar arrived at a heart-shaped mountain. At its peak stood a square fortress with banners of human corpses hanging on all four sides, creating a horrifying sight. Gesar suspected this might be the demon land. Regardless, he decided to rest there for the night. He dismounted and knocked on the heavy gate. With a creaking sound, the gate opened slightly. Out stepped a woman as beautiful as a goddess. She sang before speaking: “Only those seeking death come to the gates of the Rakshasa. Only foolish insects seek the ant nest. Stranger, where have you come from? Perhaps the heavens have sent me my dinner.” The woman then smirked and said, “Hey, you at the gate! Why have you come to our demon land? You look extraordinary, so I’ll spare your life for now. But if my brother Lutsan sees you, escaping will be impossible. Why are you still standing there? Run while you can!” Gesar did not move. Instead, he replied with a song: “I’ve come to subdue demons at the gates of the Rakshasa. Just as insects invade the ant’s lair, I, the Lion King Gesar, Will first subdue you, demon woman!” With that, Gesar stepped forward, grabbed the demoness by her collar, and pushed her to the ground. Her gold and silver jewelry scattered across the floor. Kneeling on her chest, Gesar drew his crystal dagger and sang: “I, the demon-subduing king, am blazing with fury! Your death has arrived, demoness! The red garuda flying high in the sky Feasts on the lowly black dragon. The lion atop the snowy mountains Subdues the jade dragon of the south. The striped tiger, king of the mountains, Keeps all wild beasts in check. The great whale of the ocean depths Feeds on other sea creatures. And this crystal dagger in my hand Will cut your heart and open your belly!” With his dagger pressed to her throat, Gesar demanded, “Speak! Who are you? Where is this place? And where can I find the black demon Lutsan?” Adanamu’s Assistance and Gesar’s Departure Faced with Gesar’s crystal dagger, the demoness knew she was no match for him and decided to tell the truth. “I am a demoness of the north, and my name is Adanamu. The black demon Lutsan is my brother. This is the border between Ling Gabu and the demon land, and my brother ordered me to guard it. Oh, Lion King Gesar, I have long admired your reputation, which echoes like the roar of a dragon across Jambudvipa. Just as a beautiful peacock loves the jade dragon, hearing your name fills my heart with joy. Gesar, you have stolen this maiden’s heart.” Hearing Adanamu’s confession, Gesar sheathed his dagger and asked, “Will you help me defeat the black demon Lutsan?” “I will do whatever you ask, my king!” she replied. “But he is your brother!” “Yes, but I am tired of living in this demon land. If you don’t mind, I will gladly become your devoted companion. You will never lack food or drink, for I can provide good tea and wine. You will never feel discomfort, for I have fine silk tents. And you will never worry, for I, Adanamu, will ease your troubles.” The sincerity of Adanamu’s words and her beauty deeply moved Gesar. Her flawless, radiant skin, graceful figure, and stunning features captivated him. Thus, Gesar and Adanamu became husband and wife. The two were inseparable—when Gesar went out, Adanamu accompanied him on horseback hunts; when they stayed home, she sang and danced for him. Time passed blissfully, but one day, Gesar was struck by a sudden realization: the demons were still undefeated, and he could not allow himself to stay here any longer. However, he worried that Adanamu might not let him leave. Without her help, defeating Lutsan would be far more difficult. Seeing Gesar’s growing restlessness, the clever Adanamu understood everything. She knew she could not keep him from fulfilling his mission, so she decided to help him. One day, she prepared a lavish feast, surprising Gesar. “My queen, what’s the occasion for such a grand banquet?” “It’s a farewell feast for you, my king,” Adanamu replied with a smile. “A farewell feast?” “Yes. How can you stay here in peace while Lutsan remains undefeated? Tonight, I will tell you the secrets of defeating him and help you secure victory.” “My queen…” Gesar was moved beyond words. He never expected Adanamu to be so understanding of his mission, prioritizing the greater good above all else. In his heart, he couldn’t help but think of Zumu, who had tried to stop him from coming north to fight the demons. Adanamu then said, “As you journey further north, you will face many more demons and countless challenges. Take this ring, and do exactly as I tell you. With this, you will surely succeed.” Adanamu removed the ring from her finger and solemnly handed it to Gesar, whispering instructions into his ear for a long time. Gesar nodded repeatedly, finally understanding the key to defeating Lutsan. With great reluctance, Gesar and Adanamu bid each other farewell. Following the path she had pointed out, Gesar set off on his journey to the demon land.

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

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