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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 76 The Jiang Launch Another Raid, Danma Is Wounded; The Great King Departs For The Divine Realm, The Ling Army Calls A Truce Chao Tong's Vengeful Curse and the Jiang's Retaliatory Assault Qula rode his wounded horse back to camp. As he drank tea and wine, he recounted the results of his raid. Everyone praised him upon hearing his tale. However, his fine steed "Nima Rangxia," struck by Aru's poisoned arrow, died shortly after returning to camp. Wanting to show off in front of everyone, Chao Tong solemnly declared he would immediately avenge for Rongtsa. Furious, he donned his sorcerer's robes and hat, took out his blazing ritual offerings, and with his blood-red beard bristling, he roared like an angry black dragon demon in a tone used to summon deities: "Today I, Chao Tong, cast this curse, ceaselessly tossing ritual offerings while chanting. When the offerings are hurled toward the enemy, they shall taste the flesh and blood of our foes; when cast into the sky, the myriad stars shall lose their light; if they fall from the heavens, they shall strike King Sadan's head; if carried away by a gale, they shall break Qula's spine; if they land upon the earth, the ground shall quake and mountains shake; if scattered to the four directions, black mist shall swiftly shroud all. The Jiang domain of Sadan shall turn pitch black, bringing calamity upon Sadan's subjects. I, the elder of Darong, have long held this wish: to utterly annihilate our enemies. I beseech all deities to aid me, ensuring I gain glory before all." As he chanted, Chao Tong shook his curse-hat three times, his beard-knot swaying. The red ritual offerings glowed like raging fire, lighting up half the sky. Within the red light, a boulder shot toward the Jiang army camp, knocking over a hundred Jiang soldiers and horses. The Jiang troops were terrified, fearing such disaster might strike again, and they scattered in panic. Seeing this, Minister Boidoi was enraged. He immediately mounted his Black Wind Cloud-Chaser steed and declared, "How can we not seek revenge after such losses? Those willing, follow me to battle!" With that, he turned his horse and galloped toward the Ling camp. Qula mounted his Blue-Grey Crane horse, and Caima Keji mounted his Blue Blaze horse, both charging toward the Ling camp alongside him. Simultaneously bursting forth with the three brave generals were Kalin Kala, Serige Bu, and Qindui. Seeing five or six riders charging one after another from the Jiang camp, the Ling army immediately grew alert. The Great King Gesar said, "This morning our army suffered some losses. Now it's hard to predict what will happen next. All heroes must mount up immediately and go to the camp gates to meet the enemy." Bara, Danma, Michong, Gade, Sinba, Gongba, Chao Tong, and the heroine Adanam all swiftly mounted their horses and raced toward the camp gates. The Jiang troops charged at the Ling camp like starving wolves descending upon a flock of sheep. They slashed their way from the camp's west gate to the east gate, then turned back from the east to the west, cutting back and forth. Thanks to the full protection of the Ling kingdom's guardian deities, the Ling forces suffered no major losses in men or horses. Seeing the Jiang troops attacking, the Ling heroes guarding the gates pursued them closely. Unable to withstand the assault, the Jiang troops had to flee backward, with the Ling forces in hot pursuit. Seeing pursuers behind them, the Jiang soldiers reined in their horses and turned back, ready to fight to the death. Fierce Clashes and Verbal Barbs on the Battlefield Sinba angrily shouted, "Ah! You Jiang men, why this madness? These lame horses that cannot gallop will only meet their death against a powerful foe. What use is such frenzy today? If you don't rein it in, you will lose your lives. If you want to fight, you need real skill. If you lack it, you'd best stop now. I am Sinba of the red beard; even a hundred thousand enemies do not concern me. I'll split you from head to heel, scattering your bones and flesh into mud." After Sinba finished, Jiang commander Qula steadied himself on his horse and replied, "The six heroes on the battlefield today will not flee but fight to the death. We wield our weapons in combat, helmets on our heads ready to die. You, who were ever obedient and played the wise counselor to your Hor master, White Tent King, betrayed him to save your own skin when he lost his power and position. Shame on you, Sinba, for your thick-skinned shamelessness, following the Ling people in their wicked deeds! A Hor general acting as a Ling lackey is like making a woman a sorcerer. Jiang brothers, do not hesitate! Follow me, Qula, to meet the enemy! Let's see now who is truly heroic, whose war blade can claim more foes!" With that, Qula charged headlong toward the Ling army without looking back. The Ling heroes, each holding sharp weapons, stood ready in tight formation, with Michong and Chao Tong lagging behind. Gongba then reined in his horse and, alongside the heroine Adanam, Danma, and other heroes, surged forward. Jiang warriors Qindui and Qula, charging at the front, met Danma. Qindui immediately shot an arrow at Danma, shattering his saddle to pieces. Though wounded in the hip by the arrow, Danma ignored the pain. Enraged, he notched an arrow and shot it fiercely, striking Qindui squarely in the heart. The arrow pierced his armor and emerged gleaming white from his back. Qindui fell from his horse, dead. Cheers erupted from the Ling heroes. Infuriated, the Jiang troops charged forward again. Sinba swung his giant axe at Qula. However, as Qula's time had not yet come and he was protected by demon gods, the blow missed. Seeing the situation turn dire, Qula immediately wheeled his horse around and fled. Sinba gave chase. Though he couldn't catch Qula, he encountered Kalin Kala. With one axe stroke, Sinba cleaved both Kalin and his horse in two. Wounds, Pursuit, and the Aftermath of the Skirmish Enduring his wound, Danma continued the pursuit. He shot an arrow at the enemy, hitting Caima Keji in the right shoulder. Wounded, Caima hurriedly fled. Boidoi, now even more enraged, fought desperately alone against the Ling troops. When he charged at Michong, Michong didn't even dare look back, simply fleeing. Boidoi gave fierce chase but was blocked by Bara, allowing Michong to escape. Bara and Boidoi clashed for several rounds without a clear victor, eventually disengaging and each returning to their own camp. Having lost Qindui and Kalin, the Jiang troops were disheartened and retreated to their camp one after another. Among the Ling heroes, concern was high due to Danma's hip wound. In the camp, several heroes were praised, especially Sinba and Danma. Within a few days, thanks to the careful treatment by several renowned army physicians, Danma's wound showed rapid improvement, though due to its severity, it had not fully healed in the short term. Back in their camp, the Jiang troops mourned the loss of two commanders, Qindui and Kalin. Commander Caima Keji, wounded in the right shoulder, was unable to fight for several days and had to remain in camp to recuperate. Gesar's Divine Mission and the Negotiation of a Truce On the Ling side, the Great Lion King Gesar was preparing to follow the prophecy of the heavenly maiden Langman Gam to journey to the divine realm and fetch the white conch key, needed to subdue King Sadan of Jiang's soul-binding snake. He addressed his heroes: "I will go to the divine realm to fetch the white conch key. I hope everyone will guard the camp well during this time and manage military affairs. Riding my swift steed, I will fetch the key and return quickly. There is no need for anxiety." Upon hearing this, his uncle, Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen, said, "Great King, your intention to fetch the key from the divine realm is excellent. However, we are uncertain whether we can guard the camp effectively here. The Jiang are particularly fierce and often harass us, and Danma is wounded. If you truly must leave the camp, it would be best to first negotiate with the Jiang army for a temporary ceasefire of a few days, to see if an agreement can be reached." The Great King Gesar said, "To set everyone's mind at ease, we can send someone to negotiate with the Jiang. If negotiation fails, it doesn't matter." Thus, Gongba, Michong, Sinba, and a hundred riders went to negotiate with the Jiang. Seeing a group of horsemen approaching their camp, the Jiang troops thought the Ling were launching a raid today and immediately fell into disorder. When the Ling force reached the river, they halted. Sinba and Gongba rode ahead a stretch and shouted their proposal to the other side. A Jiang soldier in golden armor came forward to listen. The soldier then reported to Commander Qula in the Jiang camp: "The Ling have come to negotiate. They propose a ceasefire for several days. I wonder if this would be advantageous for us?" Qula said, "These Ling people are full of fanciful ideas. They wiped out our vanguard troops led by Yula, and now they come to negotiate a truce. Who knows what our king will think of this. Whether we agree to their proposal or not, it's best for Minister Boidoi to consider and decide." Boidoi said, "We cannot agree to the Ling's proposal. It's unclear what benefit a temporary truce holds for them. For our side, a temporary truce offers no advantage. However, Commander Caima Keji is currently wounded in the right shoulder and cannot fight. Agreeing to a brief ceasefire for a few days might be acceptable." Having said this, Minister Boidoi mounted his steed, rode out from the camp, reached the riverbank, reined in his Black Wind Cloud-Chaser horse, and shouted to the opposite side: "If golden wheat grains wish a bountiful harvest, one must see how the seedlings grow. You Ling come to negotiate a truce; we must see what is truly in your hearts. Since you have come to negotiate, there must be give and take. I will state the Jiang position clearly: we can agree to a temporary ceasefire for seven days. Let the warhorses rest temporarily, let the sharp arrows return to their quivers, let the curved bows loosen their strings, let the armor hang on the walls. When the seven days are up, we shall test our mettle again and see who are the true heroes. This seven-day truce is agreed upon today; when the deadline arrives, there will be no further delay." With that, Boidoi turned his horse and immediately returned to the Jiang camp. Note Ritual Offerings:: Filthy substances refined through magic, specifically used to combat demons and evil spirits.

I met Yongzhu Tashi Rinpoche in 2006 while working alone in Shanghai. From our perspective, he dedicated each day to contributing to the Dharma, as if he were racing against time. As his disciple, we witnessed his greatness firsthand. He not only helped countless children with their education but was also fervently committed to the propagation of King Gesar's culture. In Loving Memory of Yongzhu Tashi Rinpoche of Shechen Monastery To Yongzhu tashi Rinpoche I met Yudrung Tashi Rinpoche in 2006 while working alone in Shanghai. From our perspective, he dedicated each day to contributing to the Dharma, as if he were racing against time. As his disciple, we witnessed his greatness firsthand. He not only helped countless children with their education but was also fervently committed to the propagation of King Gesar's culture. Because our master was younger than me, I mistakenly believed there would always be opportunities to follow him. His passing in 2024 left me heartbroken. Yet, we have not forgotten his teachings. we determined to continue following in our master's footsteps for the rest of our life. This website is a tribute to his legacy and a platform for sharing the teachings and values he embodied. Through this site, we hope to inspire others and keep his spirit alive in our community. This is a way for us to ensuring that his impact continues to resonate. Your Disciple 2024/12/21 Year of Wood Dragon Your presence has illuminated our life, guiding us to find direction and purpose 2020-2024 2015-2019 2010-2015 About Yongzhu tashi rinpoche During the era of the ancient Tibetan Empire, when Princess Wencheng traveled from the Tang Dynasty to marry into Tibet, she used the art of geomancy to survey the Tibetan landscape. She observed that Tibet's terrain resembled a supine demoness (Rakshasi). The specific location of this area corresponded to the palm of the demoness's left hand. Therefore, King Songtsen Gampo specially constructed several border temples here to subdue the demoness. Among them was Gyala Juekong Monastery, which was built in this area. Ancient Tibetan texts also record that during the reign of King Trisong Detsen and his heirs, the Gyala Juekong Monastery was renovated and expanded, including its assembly halls and Buddha statues. It was in this sacred and extraordinary place that the reincarnated tulku, Yongzhu Tashi Rinpoche, was born. His father was named Nianrong Jiarang Axiao, and his mother was named Yangzong. He was born in 1983, the Water Pig Year of the Tibetan calendar (the 17th Rabjung cycle), on the 15th day of the waxing moon in the Month of Miracles (the first month of the Tibetan calendar). When he reached the age of nine, his father took him to visit Lama Pema, a recluse practicing strict precepts and meditation at Ahde Monastery. At that time, Lama Pema prophesied that the child would face a major life-threatening obstacle. If he were ordained as a monk, he would soon become a virtuous person dedicated to benefiting all sentient beings and spreading the Dharma. Following the lama's prophetic instructions, his father immediately arranged for Yongzhu Tashi Rinpoche to be ordained and enter the Buddhist path. Subsequently, the dakini Khandro Kaje Angmao, consort of the Dolotsongma Yeshe Tulku of Nianrong Aopeng Monastery, formally bestowed upon him the name Yudrung Tashi. Shechen Monastery Situated in Dege County, emerged as a central hub for a vast network encompassing nearly 160 monasteries. Its establishment dates back to 1695, initiated by Rabjam Tenpai Gyaltsen under the directive of the Fifth Dalai Lama. The primary mission was to establish a foundation for the Nyingma tradition in the region of Kham. This sect, known as the "ancient" tradition, is one of the oldest schools of Tibetan Buddhism. The monastery quickly ascended to prominence, becoming one of the six key monasteries of the Nyingma tradition. In the 20th century, the monastery continued to play a critical role in the Buddhist spiritual landscape, with figures such as Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche and Chogyam Trungpa receiving teachings there. Their contributions to Buddhism, particularly in the West, have helped to cement Shechen Monastery's legacy as a pivotal institution in the global Buddhist community.

Chao Tong rode his fine horse leisurely, feeling confident. The finish line at Hot Mountain was not far ahead, and he was secretly delighted. Originally, his only real competitor was Joru, but Joru was nowhere to be seen. This confirmed the prophecy of the Horsehead King: the throne, the seven treasures, and the peerless beauty Senjang Zumu would all belong to his family, the Darong clan. 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 22: Winning the Horse Racing Championship and Ascending the Golden Throne, The Lion King Grants Titles to Benefit the Mountain Region Joru’s Final Victory Chao Tong rode his fine horse leisurely, feeling confident. The finish line at Gure Stone Mountain was not far ahead, and he was secretly delighted. Originally, his only real competitor was Joru, but Joru was nowhere to be seen. This confirmed the prophecy of the Hayagriva: the throne, the seven treasures, and the peerless beauty Sangjang Zumu would all belong to his family, the Darong clan. As Chao Tong indulged in his joy, he suddenly saw Joru riding up right in front of him. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his burning excitement, extinguishing all his happiness. But Chao Tong, pretending to be calm, forced a smile and asked Joru: “Nephew, why have you only just caught up? Who do you think will win today’s prize?” Joru could see from Chao Tong’s calm exterior that he was actually very nervous inside. To toy with him, Joru replied, “Uncle, I’ve already passed the golden throne twice but didn’t dare sit on it. Now, all the racers are exhausted, their horses trembling with fatigue. Who knows if anyone will even reach the finish line to sit on the throne?” Hearing that Joru had already passed the golden throne twice, Chao Tong’s heart tightened. But when Joru said he hadn’t dared to sit down, Chao Tong relaxed. He decided to try convincing Joru to give up the race. Smiling warmly, he said, “Someone will surely reach the throne, but sitting on it isn’t necessarily a good thing. For the young and inexperienced, the prize is just a trap. Winning it will bring trouble to your family and misfortune to yourself. Haven’t you heard the song?” “The ‘radiant and glorious’ drum, Is but a wooden shell wrapped in hide. The ‘pure white, resounding’ conch, Is nothing more than an empty shell. The ‘thunderous, roaring’ cymbal, Is merely a bronze instrument. Slaughter it, and it gives no meat; Milk it, and it yields no cream. Wear it, and it brings no warmth; Eat it, and it will not fill your hunger. Flowers in a pile of dung, Though bright in color, Will defile the gods as offerings. A foolish woman from the Gyalo clan, Though beautiful in appearance, Will bring chaos to her family. A poisonous sweet fruit, Though tasty at first, Will kill you once swallowed. Becoming a ruler of many clans, Though it sounds glorious, Brings unbearable burdens and pain.” Chao Tong continued, “Nephew, I’m offering you kind advice. Don’t trouble yourself over this prize anymore.” Joru listened to Chao Tong’s long speech and sneered. “If the prize brings so much misfortune, then you shouldn’t want it either, Uncle. But I, Joru, fear nothing. I’ve always let others take the good, while taking the bad for myself. Let me be the one to bear the curse of this prize!” With that, Joru cracked his whip, leaving Chao Tong behind in a cloud of dust. Realizing he had been tricked, Chao Tong stood there stunned, ashamed and angry. “I tried to deceive him, but I ended up deceiving myself!” he thought bitterly. Filled with regret and frustration, Chao Tong whipped his horse and chased after Joru. Joru Tests His Brother Gyatsa and the Final Race In an instant, Joru caught up with his brother, Gyatsa Xiega. Seeing his brother’s back, Joru suddenly came up with an idea. Gyatsa was dressed in shining white armor, riding a horse called “White-Shouldered Phoenix,” with a hidden treasure blade at his waist. He was whipping his horse forward with all his strength. The white-backed horse was already exhausted—its mane was drenched in sweat, its legs trembling, and it didn’t even have the energy to whinny anymore. Suddenly, in front of Gyatsa appeared a black man riding a black horse, blocking his path. The black man said, “Hey, Gyatsa! I’ve heard the wealth of the Gyalo clan and the beautiful Sangjang Zumu have been entrusted to you. Hand them over quickly, and I’ll spare your life. But if you dare say ‘no,’ I’ll make sure your blood flows through three valleys!” Hearing this, Gyatsa’s teeth clenched in fury, grinding audibly. “Black demon! Don’t dream of it. The seven treasures of Ling Gabu and the maiden Zumu can never be taken by you, and even I have no right to claim them. Only my brother Joru has the right to be king. If you know what’s good for you, step aside now, or I’ll send you straight to hell to meet the King of Death!” “And if I don’t step aside?” The black demon sneered, showing a row of bloodstained teeth. “Then so be it!” Gyatsa pulled out his hidden treasure blade and swung it fiercely at the black demon. However, the blade struck only empty air, and Gyatsa almost fell off his horse. The black man and his black horse had disappeared, and in their place sat Joru, calmly on his divine steed Jang Gapeibu. Smiling at Gyatsa, Joru said, “Brother Gyatsa, please don’t strike! Don’t be angry with me. I only wanted to test you. I was worried that if something happened in Ling Gabu, especially if infighting broke out among our brothers, you might not be able to handle it fairly or protect the throne.” Gyatsa instantly understood that it was Joru in disguise. He straightened his posture and said solemnly, “Beloved Joru, my dear brother, you don’t need to test me. The heavens have already foretold your destiny—to subdue the four demons, to be invincible in heaven and on earth. I, Gyatsa, have no other wish but to serve my younger brother. Please, Joru, whip your horse and ride swiftly to claim the throne.” “What? Brother, you don’t want the throne or Ling Gabu? If you don’t want them, then what use are they to a beggar like me?” Joru said, dismounting his horse and taking off his calfskin coat. He sat on the ground, relaxed and unmoving. Seeing this, Gyatsa hurriedly dismounted as well. “Brother Joru, the importance of the throne is not in the power it brings, but in the good you can do for the people. For the sake of the people, we must do everything we can. If you delay now, not only will you lose the throne, but the people will suffer. Think about it—if Chao Tong takes the throne in front of everyone, what good will your divine powers do afterward? Joru, for the people of Ling Gabu, get on your horse and ride as fast as you can!” Hearing Gyatsa’s words, Joru realized his brother was absolutely right. Looking at the sky, he saw that time was running out. Chao Tong was already far ahead, nearing the golden throne. There was no time to waste—any further delay would lead to lifelong regret and failure to fulfill his mission on earth. Joru leapt onto his horse and galloped toward the finish line. Joru Ascends the Throne as King Chao Tong was overjoyed. The golden throne was just within reach. As long as his prized steed, Jade Horse, leapt forward one more time, he would sit firmly on the golden throne and announce to Ling Gabu that he was the victor. The race's prize, the throne, and the peerless beauty Sangjang Zumu would all belong to the Darong clan. Let those who doubted him stew in jealousy! With that, Chao Tong squeezed the horse’s sides and urged it forward. But the Jade Horse did not charge ahead as Chao Tong had hoped. Instead, it reared back and leapt several strides in reverse. Chao Tong watched in horror as the golden throne grew farther and farther away. He screamed in panic. After a moment, he remembered to pull the reins, but no matter how hard he tugged, the Yuja Horse refused to stop and continued retreating. “Could there be some kind of demon guarding the golden throne?” Chao Tong thought. Regardless, he jumped off the horse, desperate to reach the throne on foot. The Jade Horse collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily and letting out pitiful cries. Chao Tong turned back, unable to leave his loyal steed behind. He stroked the horse’s mane gently, and it stopped crying but continued gasping for air. Chao Tong tried to pull the reins to help the horse stand, but the Jade Horse only closed its eyes and gave a faint whimper. Chao Tong realized that the horse could no longer continue. Seeing other racers catching up, Chao Tong steeled his resolve, abandoned the Jade Horse, and sprinted toward the throne. However, his legs felt like they were running on a treadmill, moving but going nowhere. No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn’t get closer to the golden throne. Exhausted, drenched in sweat, and gasping for breath, Chao Tong turned around and saw his Jade Horse lying at his feet, staring at him with sorrowful eyes, as if pleading, “Master, save me, please.” Chao Tong’s heart softened. He stopped running and knelt beside his horse, trying to comfort it. At that moment, Joru arrived, riding his divine steed Jang Gapeibu like a gust of wind. Chao Tong’s muscles tensed in fear. Forgetting about his horse, he dashed madly toward the throne. Watching him, Joru let out a mocking laugh. Hearing Joru’s laughter, Chao Tong burned with anger. “You wretched beggar! Are you laughing at me?” “Honorable uncle, are you speaking to me?” Joru replied calmly. Chao Tong stopped running altogether. He turned to Joru and demanded, “Why are you opposing me? Why must you take the golden throne from the Darong family?” “Is the golden throne yours, Uncle?” Joru asked. “Of course! The Hayagriva prophesied this long ago. Everyone in Ling Gabu knows it!” Chao Tong shouted. “Well then, I’ll stand here and not move. Go ahead and claim it,” Joru said casually. “Stop playing tricks on me, Joru! As long as you’re here, I can’t get near the throne!” Chao Tong roared. “Why not? I wasn’t even near you earlier,” Joru said with a smirk. Chao Tong paused, his mind reeling. “That’s true. Joru wasn’t near me earlier. Could the Hayagriva’s prophecy have been wrong? Could the golden throne not belong to the Darong family? Could the prize of this race not be mine after all?” He turned his gaze to the Jade Horse, its sorrowful eyes brimming with despair. Overwhelmed, Chao Tong collapsed to his knees, wrapped his arms around the horse’s neck, and sobbed uncontrollably. “Uncle, do you still want the race’s prize?” Joru asked. “No! No! I don’t want anything anymore. I only care about my Jade Horse! Please, save my Jade Horse!” Chao Tong cried out, his voice hoarse. “If I can heal your Jade Horse, will you lend it to me for a task?” Joru asked. Chao Tong’s sobs stopped abruptly. Nodding repeatedly, he said, “Anything, Joru! Just make my Jade Horse as good as it was before!” “I need it to carry tea to Jhana. Does that sound fair?” Joru asked with a sly grin. “Yes, yes! Whatever you need!” Chao Tong exclaimed, having completely forgotten about the throne. His only concern was saving his horse. Joru gently waved his whip, and the Jade Horse leapt to its feet. He whispered a few words into the horse’s ear, and its exhausted demeanor vanished instantly. It stood tall and spirited, just as it had been before the race. Seeing his horse restored, Chao Tong’s desire for the golden throne surged once more. He grabbed the reins and prepared to mount the horse. But Joru stopped him. “Uncle, the Jade Horse can only go back now. If you try to claim the throne again, it will never rise again.” Chao Tong saw the determination in Joru’s eyes and felt his intimidating aura. Though unwilling, he dared not challenge Joru further. Realizing the throne was beyond his reach, he reluctantly decided to prioritize his horse’s safety over his ambitions. Joru Ascends the Throne and Becomes King Gesar Joru stood before the golden throne, but he wasn’t in a hurry to sit down. Instead, he carefully observed the dazzling throne in front of him. How many people had gone mad over this throne? How many horses had bled and collapsed for it? Chao Tong had spent a fortune to host the horse race for it, and even his own divine steed was not unaffected by the struggle to reach it. Was it just a golden chair? No—it was a symbol of power, a symbol of wealth. Joru looked around: the sky was a clear blue, the grass was vibrant green, the snowy mountains sparkled like silver, and the rocks stood tall and majestic. Everything around him would belong to the person who sat on this throne. With this thought, Joru climbed onto the golden throne calmly. At that moment, the sky filled with auspicious clouds, and the Five Goddesses of Longevity appeared, riding a rainbow of brilliant colors. They held arrows adorned with jewels and a treasure vase. Queen goddess Mandanaze carried a quiver and a divine mirror, while her sister-in-law, Guojia Gamu, held a treasure bottle. They led their attendants and many celestial beings, who all appeared together. Jang Gapeibu, Joru’s divine steed, stood proudly next to the throne and let out three long, resounding neighs. Instantly, the earth trembled, mountains cracked, and the gates to the treasure troves of crystal mountains swung open. Gods such as Machen Pomra, the fierce deity Getro, and the Dragon King Zuna Rinchen came to offer gifts. The gods presented victory items: a white helmet, bronze armor, a red vine shield, a tiger-skin quiver, and a leopard-skin bow case. They also brought a crystal spear, a divine longbow, and the indestructible robes of longevity. Joru stood tall as the gods bestowed upon him these treasures, dressing him in majestic armor and robes, transforming him into a magnificent and imposing king. The people who had come to watch the race were stunned by what they saw. It was the first time they had ever witnessed the gods perform such beautiful dances and play celestial music. They stood in awe, not knowing how to react, as if they were in a dream. From the moment he was born, Joru had been like a sun hidden behind clouds, like a lotus trapped in mud. Though he had done countless good deeds for the world, he had been misunderstood, rejected, and forced to wander far and wide, enduring immense hardships. Perhaps this was Heaven’s way of tempering him, making him endure human suffering before becoming a king, so he could truly understand the people and bring them prosperity. Finally, Joru ascended the throne and was officially named the World Lion King, Gesar Lobsang Dradul. After a spectacular celestial celebration, the gods slowly disappeared. The people of Ling Gabu, as if suddenly awakened, surged toward the throne and cheered for King Gesar. Their heartfelt cries of joy shook the mountains and the earth, with the clouds in the sky and the waves in the sea dancing in harmony. The people shouted, “The sun has finally emerged from behind the clouds! The lotus has finally broken free from the mud! Ling Gabu finally has its own king! Peace and prosperity are here at last!” Everyone fell silent, waiting for their new king to speak. King Gesar rose from the golden throne. He looked at the ecstatic crowd of people and paused for a moment. Then he spoke: “My brothers who raced, the people of Ling Gabu, I am the son of the gods, the grandson of the Dragon King. Today, I proclaim myself King Gesar Lobsang Dradul, the Lion King. Twelve years I have walked among you, enduring hardships and overcoming trials. Today, I finally sit on the golden throne, fulfilling Heaven’s will. But I must ask—do you sincerely accept me as your king?” The people of Ling Gabu immediately prostrated themselves. They had already witnessed the gods showering Gesar with flowers, rainbows, and celestial music when he ascended the throne. How could they not be convinced? Not only were they sincerely convinced, but they also felt this was the result of their prayers. Heaven had answered their devotion by sending a divine child to become their king. Gesar, seeing their sincerity, began to appoint officials and generals: “Since you have accepted me as king, I hereby appoint: Gyatsa Xiega as General of the East, to guard against the King Sadan of the Jiang Kingdom. Senda Adong as General of the South, to defend against the southern Demon King, Xinchi. Chaxiang Danma as General of the West, to resist the Yellow Hor people. Rongtsa Adan as General of the North, to guard against the enemies of Rong and the land of Demon. Other than the public enemies of Ling Gabu, I, Gesar, have no personal enemies. Other than the public laws of the Tibetan people, I have no private laws. From this day forward, the people of Ling Gabu will embrace the ten virtues and abandon the ten evils. If we work together, peace will surely reign.” The crowd roared with approval, their voices echoing across the land. Everyone sincerely accepted Gesar as their king. Gifts and Celebrations Amid the thunderous cheers, theChief Steward Rongtsa Chagen presented the genealogy of the noble Mukpo Dong family and five ceremonial flags to the Lion King: On the golden throne sits the Lion King of the World, With a face as radiant as a red date and teeth as white as snow. Gesar’s abilities are unmatched under Heaven. Above, adorned banners and rare flags flutter; In the middle, people sing joyfully; Below, the dragon clans offer treasures, And gentle rain nourishes blooming flowers. The gods above smile with joy, The people on earth sing and dance, The dragons below spread auspicious clouds, And the demons in hell mourn their defeat. This white flag is a symbol of the sun’s brilliance. This yellow flag sings the praises of power. This red flag represents auspiciousness. This green flag is a tribute to the Mother of the Earth. This blue flag is a ceremonial gift from the Dragon King Zuna. We present this genealogy to you, May you and your people never part. We present these flags to you, May you bring prosperity to all beings. After the Chief Steward’s blessings, the brothers of Ling Gabu stepped forward with their own gifts. Gyatsa Xiega, presented a white victory helmet adorned with silk plumes symbolizing the “Radiance of the Sun,” a victory banner with “Nine Layers of Fortune,” and eagle feathers symbolizing “The Sentinel of the Gods.” Gyatsa Xiega, overwhelmed with emotion at seeing his brother finally ascend the throne, sincerely wished that King Gesar’s helmet would remain steady and his power reach the skies. Danma offered bronze armor and a red vine shield. The armor was decorated with flags and symbols of longevity, while the shield shone with rainbows and clouds. The Seven Heroes presented seven indestructible robes of longevity. The Eight Warriors offered boots that symbolized dominion over the eight realms. The brothers of the Qiju clan gifted a divine quiver, a leopard-skin bow case, and a finely crafted ceremonial bow. The brothers of the Zhenju clan presented an incredibly sharp treasure blade, a spear that could conquer three realms, and a nine-fathom-long frog-skin rope imbued with magical powers. Lastly, the brothers of the Qiongjue clan offered a crystal knife forged from thunderbolts, which shimmered with violet lightning. All the brothers collectively wished their powerful Lion King, Gesar: May you crush the Black Demon King, Defeat King Xinchi, Overcome the Hor King, Subdue King Sadan, Conquer the Four Great Evils, And sweep away all darkness from the four directions! Even Chao Tong stepped forward to bow and offer his congratulations. However, the once-arrogant Chao Tong was no longer the same. He had lost his pride and joy. While the people of Ling Gabu celebrated, Chao Tong was consumed by shame and sorrow. He stood among the brothers who were congratulating Joru, but inwardly, he wished he could devour Joru whole. Hatred buried itself deep in Chao Tong’s heart. One day, he vowed, he would take revenge and ease his burning hatred. For now, however, Chao Tong dared not show his true feelings. He maintained a façade of happiness and congratulated Joru. King Gesar, pretending not to notice, accepted Chao Tong’s ceremonial scarf and even gave him the items he had promised earlier—a staff used during his ascetic practices and a treasure pouch from the God of Wealth. Gesar also said, “These are my sacred items. I give them to you today, but when the time comes to slay the Demon King Lutsan, I will need to borrow them again.” Chao Tong repeatedly bowed and said, “Your Majesty, rest assured. I will take good care of them and return them whenever you need.” At this moment, the gods showered flower petals like rain. The people of Ling Gabu struck the “Radiant and Glorious” ceremonial drums, blew the “Snow-White Resounding” conchs, and clashed the “Thunderous Dragon Roar” cymbals. The maidens danced and sang: Rejoice, Lion King! Be glad, people of Ling Gabu! Sangjang Zumu, the peerless beauty, stepped gracefully out from the group of singing and dancing maidens. She carried a long ceremonial scarf draped over a treasure bowl from the God of Wealth. The bowl contained the Longevity Mother’s sacred wine and nectar of immortality. Smiling, she presented the offering to King Gesar and sang a beautiful blessing: Honorable Lion King Gesar, I am Sangjang Zumu of the Gyalo clan. I offer thirteen ceremonial scarves, And the divine wine held in this treasure bowl. Wear these scarves for long life, Drink this wine to accomplish great deeds. Around your body that shines like a golden mountain, Let radiant clouds embrace you. May the brilliance of your weapons and your power Forever shine brightly! On your majestic body, Precious light radiates endlessly. May the blessings of nourishing rain Always accompany you and all beings, Lion King! On my delicate body, My youthful face like a lotus flower, Sparkling eyes full of life Are devoted to you, Lion King. On winding paths And in handling the affairs of your people, I will follow you like a shadow, Never leaving your side, Lion King. As Zumu sang, her sisters danced with even more grace. Zumu’s eyes shone with joy, making her even more beautiful and enchanting than usual. Gesar, deeply moved, left his throne, took Zumu’s hand, and together they danced among the people, celebrating in the midst of the joyous music and singing. From the moment Gesar officially became king after the horse race, the people of Ling Gabu lived in peace and happiness. They smiled from their hearts, and the Lion King Gesar ensured that their days were filled with prosperity. Gesar married Sangjang Zumuas as his queen, and their love was as harmonious as fish swimming in water. Zumu cherished the king’s bravery and handsomeness, while Gesar admired his queen’s beauty and diligence. Later, following tradition, Gesar married twelve more maidens, including Meisa Bungji, making Zumu and her twelve sisters the famous “Thirteen Queens of Ling Gabu.”

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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 92 The Ling Army Feigns Marriage Proposal and Marches on the Men Kingdom; A First Victory Secures the River Crossings The Demon Ruler of the Southern Kingdom and the Ling Army's Arrival Now, let us speak of the Men region to the south of the Ling Kingdom. It was a great principality with thirteen major river valleys, eighteen large tribes, and over three million people. Cattle and sheep covered the land; mules and horses roamed in herds, truly a prosperous and bountiful place. Yet the people living there knew neither joy nor happiness, for even their basic safety was not guaranteed. Their king, Xinchi, was an incarnation of the Demon King Garao Wangqiu, and his minister, Gula Tuojie, was an incarnation of the demon Bongba Nabu. Sixty fierce warriors under Xinchi's command took particular delight in devouring human flesh and drinking human blood. Neighboring kingdoms were constantly harassed by them, captured prisoners were shared and eaten by these demons, and when there was no time to raid abroad, the people of Men themselves became the victims. Thus, all living beings in this realm lived in constant dread, never knowing which day they might be devoured. King Xinchi was now fifty-four years old. His demon horse, Misen Mapu, had just turned seven, and Minister Gula Tuojie was exactly thirty-six. For the demon king, the demon horse, and the demon minister alike, this year marked the final obstacle in their cultivation. If they could safely pass this winter and spring, they would become invincible under heaven, and Xinchi would then embark on a monumental undertaking, conquering tribe after tribe, kingdom after kingdom, until he ruled the world as its supreme sovereign. When he heard that the Lion King Gesar had already subdued the demons of three directions, Xinchi was indeed frightened for a time, his heart pounding as he awaited his doomsday. But Gesar never came to his Men region, not even a whisper of such intention reached his ears. Xinchi relaxed his guard. Though relieved, he was by no means careless. He sternly ordered his subjects to refrain from raiding abroad and from any reckless actions throughout the year. If he could just weather this year quietly, he would have nothing left to fear. But one day, the Southern King Xinchi climbed to the summit of the stronghold of Dongri Langzong and surveyed the four directions. There, between heaven and earth, he beheld an immense army encamped upon the territory of the Men Kingdom. Xinchi thought to himself: How can such a formidable force have settled upon my land? It is unheard of, like thunderbolts falling from a clear sky. Regardless of the reason, such a vast host arriving here bodes no good. I must immediately summon my sixty great generals for counsel. He dispatched messengers in all directions, scattering like falling snowflakes, racing like wind-driven rain. Within a single night, all sixty demon generals had assembled in the upper courtyard of Dongri Langzong, partaking of offerings laid before them, pork neck from old hogs, barley cakes baked in ash, aged barley wine, strong liquor, and buckwheat flatbreads. Then Xinchi spoke: "Mighty ministers, hear me. This year, a powerful army has encamped upon the soil of Men. Where they have come from and where they intend to go, we must ascertain. Dawa Chacheng and Minister of Internal Affairs Gula Tuojie, I ask that you two go to the Ling camp and inquire clearly." The Confrontation at the River, Dangerous Words and Arrows Minister Gula Tuojie mounted his goose-yellow swift horse, while Dawa Chacheng rode a dappled cuckoo mare. The two ministers swiftly crossed the Southern River and made straight for the Ling army's great camp. At this time, the weather in the southern deep valleys was scorching hot. The door curtains of King Gesar's divine tent were rolled up on either side, and the lords of Ling were enjoying the cool breeze. The old Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen caught sight of two riders approaching from the Men region, one mounted on a blue horse, the other on a yellow one. He said to the King: "In the Men region, many wear blue with blue horses and white with white horses, but rarely does one see a man in yellow riding a yellow horse. Today, however, such a rider approaches. He looks like Gula Tuojie. If we send but one or two heroes to block his path, it may not suffice." Gesar summoned Yula and whispered briefly in his ear. Yula smiled, led out his warhorse, and rode out of camp. Gula Tuojie, seated high upon his goose-yellow steed, looked down at the youth before him with some disdain. "You there, blue-clad boy on a blue horse, short and grey. Who is your father behind you? Who is your mother before you? Why has this mighty army come to this place? This is the Men Kingdom, my jurisdiction. Why are you here? Have you lost your way? This southern grassland of Mutang has not been left idle for lack of herders, nor has its water been left unused for lack of drinkers. If you graze your horses, you must pay grazing fees; if you water them, you must pay water taxes. If you refuse to pay the proper price, then for this whole day you will not be easily forgiven. Who are you after all? If you do not answer truthfully, I vow I will leave your bones scattered across the plains and your blood pooling in every hollow. If I fail to do as I say, then call me not Gula." Prince Yula replied with a grin: "I am Prince Yula Toju of the Jiang Kingdom. Today I am fortunate to meet the great general Gula of the Men region, though I do not possess your grand declarations of intimidation." When Gula Tuojie heard the youth identify himself as the Jiang prince, his mind was instantly made up, there was no need to ask further. Yula had long since submitted to Gesar. This was unquestionably the Ling army. Gula Tuojie grew furious. So it truly is the Ling forces, and they truly intend to invade my Men region. Unless I show them some color, they will not know the might of our kingdom. Still, he thought, propriety should precede force. With a stern face, he declared: "This riverside is the King's pleasure grounds, the Queen's sacred retreat, the ministers' archery range, a place where flowers bloom and cuckoos sing. You have brought this vast host without cause and forcibly occupied this land. This shows you hold the Men Kingdom in no regard. This is no place for you to settle. Do not rely on your numbers to bully others. Before the mighty King Xinchi, no one is invincible. Your forces are but donkeys compared to the fine steeds of our Men. I, the undefeated hero Gula Tuojie, am gentle as silk toward my kin, but a sharp arrow and a thunderbolt against stubborn foes. I advise you to leave this place soon, this is my goodwill speaking. Invaders must pay reparations, and if payment is not made, war will surely follow. Though your army is great, no one fears it. Shedding blood over such trifles is not worth it." Yula Toju, neither angered nor pleased, neither proud nor meek, listened to Gula Tuojie's lengthy speech with an expressionless face. Only then did a smile appear. "Minister, pray calm your anger! I have long admired your reputation, and I believe you are a man of both courage and cunning. If you are willing to hear me out, I shall explain the whole matter to you." Seeing Yula's courteous manners and gentle speech, Gula Tuojie found it hard to bully one so much younger. "Then speak, Prince." Only when Yula saw Gula Tuojie's expression soften did he slowly begin to sing: "The cuckoo flies from the Men Kingdom, It wishes to perch upon the willow branch. If it did not wish to perch, it would not hover. We, sovereign and ministers, come from Ling, We wish to form a marriage alliance with Men, Not to bring separation but to unite. Prince Zhale Zejie of Ling Has reached the age for taking a wife. The princess of King Xinchi, Her face is like a flower, her waist supple as a willow. A thousand women are jealous of her; A thousand men adore her. The divinations all declare the omens favorable, She should be wed to our prince." When Gula Tuojie heard that the Ling forces had come seeking a marriage alliance, his heart lightened considerably. But when he cast his eyes upon the vast host lining the riverbanks, his face darkened once more. "If you have come for marriage, you should have sent envoys to discuss the matter properly. Why have you marched such a vast army into the Men region?" "Well," said Yula, "Minister Gula should surely understand, King Xinchi will not easily consent to such a match. Many envoys from other kingdoms have been rebuffed before. If we had followed precedent and sent envoys, the outcome should be easy to guess without my saying it. Therefore, we…" "And if King Xinchi refuses the match, would you dare to seize the princess by force?" Gula Tuojie's eyes widened. "We would certainly not wish to do so. We only hope King Xinchi will happily agree to this union." Yula remained unruffled, his bearing perfectly calm. Gula Tuojie lacked such composure. "Yula Toju, I need not test my blade in hand, nor the arrows at my waist, nor the steed beneath me. I ask you to find another path at once. If by dawn tomorrow your army has not departed, the men of Men will not be trifled with." With these words, Gula Tuojie spurred his horse and returned to the palace. The King's Fury and the Battle for the Crossings Upon his return, Gula Tuojie reported the situation to King Xinchi, who flew into a rage: "How could the princess of our Men Kingdom be married off to Ling? Gesar and I have always been enemies! Were it not for my need to endure patiently through this year, I would have gone to slay him long ago. And today he dares to come unbidden to my very doorstep, seeking to marry my princess! Hmph, !" "Great King, calm your anger. We must deliberate carefully. The forces assembled here include not only Ling troops but also those of the Northern Demon Kingdom, the Yellow Hor Kingdom, and the Purple Jiang Kingdom. All these armies have come to Men for the sake of a single princess. If we temporarily betroth the princess to them, then once we become invincible in the world next year, we can seize her back and raze these kingdoms to the ground." Gula Tuojie was not only skilled in martial arts but also possessed exceptional strategic foresight. Xinchi's expression softened slightly, yet fury still simmered beneath. "Gula Tuojie, a great man should possess three kinds of resolve: first, when two nations discuss a marriage alliance, one must not show weakness, that is one resolve; second, when heroes engage in contests of wits, one must not recklessly sacrifice one's life, that is another resolve; third, when conducting the king's affairs, one must not let one's mind be blocked, that is yet another resolve. Now, the armies of the five tribes of Tibet have all come to Men. Golden tassels gleam in the sunlight, silver tassels dance in the moonlight, green tassels surge like ocean waves, red tassels blaze like fire, and black tassels loom like dark shadows. If we agree to this marriage before such a display of force, the world will mock me, Xinchi, as incompetent, they will say I married the princess off out of fear of Ling. This I cannot and will not do." At this moment, the assembled ministers of Men, having heard the news, converged upon the palace. After listening to both Gula and Xinchi, they found merit in each view but could not settle upon a course. Voices rose in heated debate, some advocated for accepting the marriage proposal, while others insisted the princess must not be so easily given away to Ling. The two factions argued fiercely, each refusing to yield. In the end, they resolved to first dispatch Da Mou Dongdui, Yuru Mingqing, their attendants, and five thousand armored soldiers to guard the three ferry crossings of the Southern River, the upper crossing at Zile Jingrao, the middle at Nobu Qiongrao, and the lower at Aga Duorao. On the very day Xinchi was deploying his forces, Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen came to pay respects to King Gesar and submitted: "I wonder among the brave young generals of Ling, is there anyone familiar with the Southern River crossings? If so, they might serve as guides to break through the enemy's lines. If we delay, and the enemy succeeds in blocking all the crossings, our great undertaking will be ruined." After the old steward had spoken, Sinba Meruze of Hor spoke up: "In former days, four of us came from Hor to the southern region to hunt wild sheep, and we came to know the crossings of the Southern River quite well. Today, I am willing to lead the way across the upper crossing. The middle crossing can be forded by the forces under Niben Daya and Wenbu Alubasen. As for the lower crossing, let Prince Yula Toju of Jiang lead the Jiang army in seizing it." All present agreed to Sinba Meruze's plan, and each force set out according to their assigned directions. Just as the Ling troops were wading across the Southern River, the Men generals Da Mou Dongdui and Yuru Mingqing, with their five thousand riders, were found guarding the three crossings along the river. Sinba Meruze, mounted upon his flame-snorting chestnut steed, appeared as fearsome as a red demon. Leading the Red Tassel Army and the allied forces under the command of the heroine Adanam, he was mid-way across the Southern River when General Da Mou Dongdui of the southern kingdom sprang upon his swift black piebald horse, drew his precious bow, and nocked five swift arrows upon the string. In a booming voice, he sang: "If you know not this place, Know it is where the Southern River flows, The upper crossing at Zile Jingrao. If you know not who I am, I am the great leader of eighty thousand households, Da Mou Dongdui by name. At the start of this new year, A true man of twenty-five, Nine hundred medals have I won. You, red-clad, red-horsed, short red man, Hovering like a wrathful demon in mid-air, Blood rains upon your brow, A sickly mist enshrouds your form, Fierce flames spew from your mouth, Dense smoke pours from your nostrils, What is this arrogance for? Upon the soil of the Men Kingdom, Boy, do not flaunt your ferocity. Though I have not seen you by day, Far rumors have reached my ears. Could you be Sinba, boy, The one who lost his land and kingdom? This year you come to Men's domain, What business could you have here? These five arrows upon my bow, The first I shoot at you, red Sinba: Without, your frame shall melt like snow; Within, your soul shall vanish like a snuffed flame. And you, the girl following behind, Hear my words directed unto you: A woman wearing a general's armor, This is the first time I have seen it. Are you a wandering vagrant? Or have the men all perished, leaving women to serve? The second arrow shall pierce you, Without, your frame shall melt like snow; Within, your soul shall vanish like a snuffed flame. And look above, you two, At the middle crossing of Nobu Qiongrao: A yellow man on a yellow horse, a short yellow fellow, Yellow from head to toe. One arrow for that dying man, Like a thunderbolt striking yellow rocks, If I fail to do it, then am I no hero. And at the lower crossing of Aga Duorao, A blue-clad boy on a blue horse, a short one, His steed a blue jade bird, Dressed in blue like a blue dragon. You, Yula of the Purple Jiang, Do not show off your martial glory, For when death comes, it is already too late. A hero's arrow shall pierce you, Sending your soul fleeing from your body!" With his song finished, he loosed his arrows one by one. The first grazed past the top center of red Sinba's white helmet, causing no great harm, but struck down fifteen red-tasseled riders behind Sinba. The second arrow flew toward the heroine Adanam, striking her chest's gold-inlaid mirror-shield square on, shattering it utterly, though fortunately, her Azure Dragon Vajra armor deflected the blow without serious injury. Da Mou Dongdui then discharged a third arrow, which toppled five armored warriors of Adanam's black-tasseled Demon Kingdom regiment, who were swept away by the river's current. The fourth arrow passed through Niben Daya's saddle bow, destroying its rear bridge without harming his troops. The fifth arrow struck down seven of Prince Yula Toju's azure-tasseled warriors, left and right, and harmed no one else. The Tide Turns, Victory at the Crossings Sinba Meruze of Hor, enraged beyond measure, hoisted his mighty black iron nine-pronged spear and roared: "Da Mou Dongdui, boy, hear me! Your words are complete, but today you have met your match in me. I vow you will not die an easy death!" Sinba hurled his spear, striking Da Mou Dongdui square in the chest, the point emerging through his back. Yet Da Mou Dongdui was of demon descent, though bleeding profusely from the spear wound, he drew his great sword from its scabbard and with one stroke cleaved Sinba's spear-shaft in two at the waist. Red Sinba likewise drew his waist-blade, which exuded poisonous vapor, and clashed with him several times. At that moment, Adanam charged forward and thrust her lance at Da Mou Dongdui, the tip piercing into his chest cavity. Da Mou Dongdui toppled from his horse onto the bank of the Southern River crossing. Sinba seized his warhorse, armor, and three weapons, then continued to battle ferociously. Of the three thousand soldiers Da Mou Dongdui had led, most perished beneath Ling blades and arrows; some armored warriors threw themselves into the Southern River; and the rest fled in disarray up the mountain slopes. On the other side, General Da Mou Chizan of the Men camp sprang upon his swift steed and raced like lightning to confront Adanam. The heroine faced him imperturbably, awaiting whatever he might say while preparing another stratagem to overcome the enemy. Da Mou Chizan nocked a silver-ringed arrow to his bowstring and spoke bluntly: "You, woman bedecked in evil garb, today you have collided with a hero. Upon this string I have an arrow, and this day I shoot you, woman hero. Without, I shall destroy your life-protecting frame; within, your soul shall vanish like a snuffed flame. Your black head I'll cast upon the wastes, if I fail, I am no hero!" With that, he loosed his arrow. Just as Adanam's attention wavered for an instant, Da Mou Chizan's arrow struck true against the northland heroine's arrow-deflecting golden armor, shattering her black iron chest-mirror. The arrow's poisonous vapor enveloped her like a dark night, and she fell unconscious for a moment. When she gradually came to, she thought: If I do not immediately return an arrow, I fear it may shake the morale of the Ling army. Standing upon the stirrups of her white flying steed, she withdrew her great Iron Mountain bow from the leopard-skin quiver on her left, and from the tiger-skin arrow-case on her right she drew a divine arrow bestowed by the Lion King. Nocking it to the bowstring, she declared: "Hear me! I have no time for lengthy words with you. If you are truly brave, do not dodge my arrow. If I cannot place this arrow today in the center of your chest and pluck out your red heart, then I am not worthy of being called the heroine of Ling!" The heroine released her arrow, striking Da Mou Chizan precisely in the center of his chest, the bloodied arrowhead protruding through his back. Before he could even blink, he tumbled from his horse and lay dead upon the ground. As the heroine galloped forward to claim her prize, Red Sinba and two other fierce generals beat her to it, seizing Da Mou Chizan's head, armor, and three weapons. After the upper crossing of the Southern River was taken by the Ling forces, they waded across to the opposite bank. Meanwhile, as Prince Yula Toju of Jiang was leading his troops across the lower crossing, Yuru Mingqing of Men rushed to block the hero Yula's path. Drawing his bow, he shot two arrows in quick succession. Though they struck the upper section of Yula's armor, they inflicted no damage whatsoever. Yula lightly tapped his horse's flank, and his soaring blue steed flew toward Yuru Mingqing. Drawing out his own bow and arrows, Yula called to him: "Within the southern camp of Men, you coward Yuru! How dare you dream of blocking the path of Yula! When you see the hero's might is more than you can match, you might want to seek a path of escape instead. You are a lamp about to be snuffed before an approaching end, a life reaching its limit upon meeting its hero. This arrow upon my bow shall scatter your brains upon the ground!" The instant he finished speaking, he loosed an arrow that struck Yuru Mingqing square in the center of his forehead. His brains splattered into the air, and he toppled from his horse. At the same time, seven of Yuru Mingqing's ministers also fell beneath the arrows of Prince Yula. The great Ling army then forded the Southern River and advanced directly to the plain of Aimatang, where they established their camp. The vast forces of Ling converged there, their tents stretching across the earth in unbroken array.

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 44 The Roaring Yellow River, Sipan’s Sacrifice, And King Gyatsa’s Alliance With Yuzhou Hor's Reinforcements and Duoqin's Challenge That night, Hor Yamu’s master teacher Guru arrived at the camp, bringing with him the nine-linked black iron imbued with the powers of the white, black, and Spotted demon gods, along with Prince Lawu and an additional 120,000 reinforcements. They traveled under the cover of night to the Hor camp. The next day, with the arrival of reinforcements and the master teacher, the soldiers’ morale improved, and the White Tent King was relieved. Stroking his beard, he said: “Today, the stars in the sky and the time on the ground are perfectly aligned. Last night’s dreams and this morning’s omens were all auspicious. This shows that whether it’s Meruze, Duoqin, or Tangze Yuzhou, whoever wants to go can ask the master teacher for permission to lead the charge. Put on your armor, grab your weapons, and sing bold songs. Challenge those short-lived Ling warriors to test their archery, spears, and blades. We will take their heads and plumes as trophies. Go now!” The three warriors sought the master teacher for divination. Guru cast the divination dice, and the result pointed to Duoqin. Without hesitation, Duoqin donned his lightning-proof black armor, a gleaming iron helmet adorned with a blazing red plume. He filled his quiver with fifty poison-tipped arrows and equipped his treasure bow with a spiral handle in a bag named “Encircled Stars.” He strapped on his black iron war blade, mounted his fiery steed “Windchaser,” and galloped toward the Yellow River, his horse’s hooves sparking like flames. As he neared the Ling camp, Duoqin called out, “Who among you Ling warriors dares to face me? Let’s see whose archery is stronger, whose spear skills are greater, whose blade is sharper, and whose horse is faster! Hahaha! Do any of you have the courage to fight me?” In the Ling camp, Gyatsa, Dapan, Danma, Senda, and Sipan all volunteered to fight Duoqin. Just as Gyatsa was about to charge out, the chief steward grabbed his coat and said: “According to today’s stars, you must not go into battle. It’s best for you to stay in the main tent and remain calm.” Although Gyatsa was displeased, he stayed back. Dapan said, “Brother, listen to the chief steward. Stay here. The four of us will bring Duoqin down. Even if he could fly to the heavens, we would still turn the Hor camp upside down! If we die in battle, our heroic deeds will be remembered across the snowy plateau!” With gritted teeth and fiery determination, Dapan and Sipan prepared to face Duoqin. Sipan said, “It’s just one Duoqin. If all four of us go, it would damage our reputation. Let Dapan and me handle this.” Dapan armed himself with his spear, while Sipan readied his bow and arrows. The two charged forward like raging flames. Gyatsa, though worried, could only wait. Sipan's Sacrifice and Gyatsa's Pursuit The two warriors, Dapan and Sipan, quickly crossed to the far side of the Yellow River. Dapan charged forward, while Sipan followed closely behind, his bow drawn with a sharp arrow ready to fire. Duoqin suddenly hid himself at a distance of an arrow’s range, and the two could not find him. Giving up their search, they turned and stormed the Hor camp instead. Dapan charged through the eastern gate, spearing the gatekeeper, Baturu Bentunixia, and dashing straight into the center of the camp. He wreaked havoc among the Hor soldiers, scattering them like fried peas. Meanwhile, Sipan stormed through the western gate, slashing down the gatekeeper, Sinba Nabuzhongzhuang, with one stroke. He went on a rampage, killing and cutting down soldiers as if a hailstorm had fallen upon the camp. The Hor soldiers, seeing the chaos, abandoned their tents and treasures, fleeing toward the mountains with cries that echoed through heaven and earth. Dapan and Sipan destroyed the prized white thousand-man tent, cutting it into irreparable shreds. They gathered the plumes of the slain soldiers, the White Tent King’s armor, quivers, and even Master Yamu's bearskin cloak and robe, tying them to their horses. Triumphant, they crossed the Yellow River to return to the Ling camp. As they retreated, Dapan rode ahead, with Sipan following about a rope’s length behind. Suddenly, Duoqin appeared and began pursuing them. Spotting the two warriors crossing the river, Duoqin threw his lasso, which had an iron hook at the end. The lasso caught Sipan around the neck, and Duoqin yanked him off his horse, pulling him into the river. Dapan had already crossed the river and had no time to return to help. He could only hear Sipan’s horse neighing in distress as it tried to follow its master into the water. Caught in the raging currents of the Yellow River, Sipan thought to himself, "It doesn’t matter if I die, but if I don’t cut this lasso, the heroes of Ling will suffer unimaginable losses!" As Duoqin dragged him closer to the shore, Sipan summoned the last of his strength, drew his treasured blade, and severed the lasso. However, the powerful river currents swept him away. From a distance, Gyatsa saw Sipan’s heroic sacrifice. Tears streamed down his face like rain falling from leaves, but he said nothing. With clenched teeth, he mounted his white warhorse, Jiaxia, and crossed the Yellow River in pursuit of the fleeing Hor soldiers. From morning until the sun began to set, Gyatsa relentlessly chased down the Hor troops, cutting them down without mercy. Gyatsa Confronts Tangze and Learns of Hor's Plans In a corner of the grassland, the White Tent King disguised himself as a poor herdsman. He wore a tattered marmot-skin coat, a rain-stained yellow felt hat with a horsehair tassel, and rode an old, toothless, skinny horse. He herded a group of limping, injured horses, some with arrow and spear wounds, trying to appear as pitiful as possible. Gyatsa arrived and spotted him. Without realizing he was the White Tent King, Gyatsa stopped the herd and grabbed the old man by the neck, demanding: “Old herdsman! Quickly tell me where the White Tent King is, and I’ll spare your life!” The disguised White Tent King, terrified by Gyatsa’s anger, trembled all over. After a long pause, he cautiously replied, “Sir, the White Tent King is indeed the root of all destruction for Ling and Hor. He and seven of his followers have fled toward the Machen Pomra Mountain path. They have been gone for quite some time—if you hurry, you might still catch them. Please spare me, for I am only an insignificant herdsman. Killing me will only add to your sins.” Gyatsa thought about this and realized it made sense. He let the old man go and immediately rode off along the Machen Pomra Mountain path in pursuit. By sunset, Gyatsa reached the mountainside, where Hor warriors—the dwarf Gamasi Guo, Sinba Meruze, the young hero Tangze, Prince Lawu, and three other Sinba warriors—were hiding. Hearing the sound of galloping hooves in the distance, Tangze peeked out and recognized Gyatsa approaching. He quietly sat down and waited. When Gyatsa saw Tangze, he assumed the White Tent King must be nearby. Spurring his horse, he rode straight toward Tangze. Prince Lawu, noticing Gyatsa coming alone, said to the group, “This white horse and its rider have repeatedly slaughtered and humiliated us in the Hor camp. Today is truly a heaven-sent opportunity!” Despite being from an opposing nation, Meruze respected Ling’s heroes and replied, “The King initiated this war over a woman. If the entire Hor kingdom is destroyed because of this, our people will feel ashamed for generations to come. In battle, we should win honorably. If we all gang up on one man today, it will only bring disgrace upon us.” Tangze agreed and said, “I, Tangze, a young hero, believe only in the invincibility of King Gesar of Ling. Against others, I am confident I can prevail. Let me face him alone today!” Seeing the determination of the two heroes, Lawu reluctantly agreed. Meruze led the others away, leaving Tangze to face Gyatsa alone. Gyatsa galloped toward Tangze, raising a trail of dust. Tangze silently thought, “As long as the heroes of Ling, especially Gyatsa, remain unharmed, and Zumu (the woman) is not taken to Hor, I would willingly give my life. Though my homeland is Hor, I pray that in my next life, I may serve King Gesar of Ling.” Gyatsa charged at Tangze, unsheathing his treasured blade. He struck Tangze nine times, but each strike felt like cutting through empty air. Tangze remained completely unharmed. Puzzled, Gyatsa asked, “Who are you? Why can’t I harm you at all?” Tangze replied, “Mighty and invincible Gyatsa! I am Tangze Yuzhou, the young hero who once shot an arrow through nine wooden targets. Because of my unwavering devotion to King Gesar of Ling, not even your blade can harm me. Even if the heavens and earth collide, I will remain unscathed.” Gyatsa recalled Tangze’s words during their previous archery contest and realized they were sincere. Though his blade could not touch Tangze, he decided to question him further. “Tell me, Tangze Yuzhou,” Gyatsa said, “Your words are truthful, and King Gesar’s divine protection shields you. Though you were born in Hor, your loyalty lies with Ling. But I must understand—why did Hor’s army invade Ling this year? Who is the mastermind behind this war? Is it the White Tent King, the Yellow Tent King, the Black Tent King, or the King Garwa? Is it Meruze or Chabar? Who started this conflict, and what are their intentions? Tell me the truth!” Tears streamed down Tangze’s face as he responded, “Noble son of the Sacred Ling Mountains, let me sing my answer to you.” Tangze's Song and Counsel In the Yellow Tent Division’s grand army, I stand as the first man to the right of the yellow plume. On the golden-saddled horse, Jiaxia, I now sing for you, noble King Xiega: “If trees do not grow from their roots, Their branches and leaves cannot flourish. If crops do not grow from their roots, Their heads of grain can never mature. If dark clouds do not move northward, The harsh frost cannot descend. If King Anan had not acted recklessly, How could the Hor army have invaded Ling? From the Yellow Tent King to the Black Tent King, From the sorcerers to the diviners, Everyone advised him again and again, Yet he refused to listen. The root cause of this war is fate, But its immediate reason may be found in Michong . Since the day we seized Ling’s grasslands, My heart has not known peace. My body trembles, and each night, I lie awake, unable to sleep soundly. Once Yamu the Master arrived at the camp, I wanted to entrust my thoughts to his divination, But Duoqin’s constant chatter Made me hesitate to speak openly. This war between Hor and Ling, Where Ling’s people are few and their strength so weak, A small force cannot defeat a greater one. In the end, the people of Ling may be enslaved. The Jewel King of the Jambudvipa in the Southern Continent, And your noble ruler Xielu Gabu, At the northern junction of Qulong Nacha, While parting, he held your hand tightly, And warned you with heartfelt words: ‘Do not roam alone while sitting on the golden throne. Do not let your horse wander alone by the trough.’ From ancient Tibetan proverbs, we know: “The sun and moon in one corner of the sky, Shine their light across the four great continents. When dark clouds rise to block their light, Fierce winds eventually clear them away. The great rivers adorning the earth, Flow joyfully, never ceasing. Their waves surge and roar, But eventually, they calm and slow. In summer, the grasslands bloom in abundance. Their petals boast of the sweet dew they carry. Though harsh frost may wither the flowers, They will bloom again in splendid dress next year. Merchants traveling the great roads, Gather gold and silver from all directions. Exhausted and weary, they press on, But in the end, they always return home.” In the grand camp of Yellow Hor, They aim to steal Ling’s treasures. For now, we may not be able to stop them, But revenge will come in time. The sun and moon may evade the dark clouds, But they risk being swallowed by the Rahu Star. The river may lose its waves for a while, But in spring, it risks drying completely. Flowers may escape the harsh frost, But they risk being destroyed by hail. Merchants may avoid falling from cliffs, But they risk being robbed by bandits. You, Gyatsa, are fierce against Hor, But even you risk losing your life. I do not dare to speak rashly, But leading an army requires: The strength of a tiger, The courage of thunder, The agility of a falcon, And the wisdom of a mirror. Do not act recklessly. The woman Zumu of Ling, If not brought to Yaze city as a bride, The White Tent King will not rest until his death. Perhaps, if she is sent ahead, The precious jewel might return to Ling’s hands. Ling has suffered so much, But when the Lion King returns from the north, He will face the White Tent King directly. The accounts will be settled, And justice will be served!” Tangze’s Counsel After finishing his song, Tangze continued: “I must repeat this: never act alone again. A man like the White Tent King, even if his head is cut off nine times, it wouldn’t matter. Let King Gesar of Ling bear witness to this! The success or failure of this war rests on you, noble minister. If you are harmed, the efforts of all living beings will face disruption. I was born and raised in Hor. My food and clothing were provided by the White Tent King. I am not the kind of person who forgets kindness after eating my fill. But in this life, I am powerless to act freely. I urge you, no matter what happens in the future, do not rush to stand out. Life’s length cannot be measured by physical strength. Suffering and happiness always alternate. When King Gesar returns, you and your brother will shine like the sun and moon, surrounded by heroes like a sky full of stars. Hor’s crimes will certainly be avenged. Please remember this in your heart!” Tangze then grasped Gyatsa’s hand tightly. Gyatsa took out a string of white crystal prayer beads, while Tangze presented a hundred golden-feathered arrows. The two exchanged gifts, reluctant to part. At that moment, the chief steward, Danma, Senda, and Dapan arrived at the scene. Tangze said to them, “Please, return to your camp now. Be cautious and take care. The fate of the nation and your personal safety are in your hands.” With these words, they bid farewell and departed. The five leaders of Ling returned to the White Divine Army camp.

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During my visit to the yogi's temple, a friend of a friend unexpectedly mentioned the existence of a secret King Gesar temple hidden within an ancient village. To be precise, it should be described as an ancient castle rather than an ordinary village, as the castle came first, followed by the village. K i n g G e s a r of Tibet Guomariz castles The history of Guomariz Village dates back over 600 years ago, making it one of the best-preserved ancient castles in the country. place that Connected with King Gesar Guomariz village During my visit to the yogi's temple, a friend of a friend unexpectedly mentioned the existence of a secret King Gesar temple hidden within an ancient village. To be precise, it should be described as an ancient castle rather than an ordinary village, as the castle came first, followed by the village. Guomariz was originally the site of Litun, one of the four settlements. Before the 28th year of the Ming Wanli era (1600), Litun was divided into Upper Litun and Lower Litun. The upper settlement became Guomariz, while the lower settlement became Gashariz (the ancient Gashariz settlement no longer exists, with only remnants of walls remaining). It is said that the gate of Upper Litun was wrapped in red copper, and thus it was called "Guomariz" in Tibetan, meaning "Red Gate." The Guomariz Ancient Castle (Litun) is located in Guomariz Village, 7 kilometers north of Tongren County, on the western terrace of the Longwu River, surrounded by mountains and water. The castle was built during the Ming Dynasty as a fortress for military garrison and defense during the era of border reclamation. The castle is rectangular in shape, 200 meters long from east to west and 180 meters from north to south, covering an area of 36,000 square meters. Currently, 147 households live inside the castle, while 404 households reside outside. In 2006, Guomariz Village was recognized as a "Chinese Historical and Cultural Village." The Guomariz Ancient Castle was originally built using rammed earth construction and served as a military garrison to guard the border. My friend, who is a well-known thangka painter living inside the village, led me through the castle. The castle is very primitive, with narrow roads. After walking for ten minutes, my friend finally brought me to the secret King Gesar temple and explained that it is not open to the public. It is said that the temple was built by the military at the very beginning of the castle's construction as a protective deity temple for the castle. Later, it became the ancestral temple of Guomariz Village. Unlike other King Gesar statues I had seen before, the one in the ancestral temple was a wrathful deity. However, instead of holding the usual sword of wisdom in his right hand, he held a forked blade.

The people of Ling Gabu were thrilled to see Joru return. "Joru and Guomu are back!" they shouted. "Zumu has brought Joru home!" To the people, especially those from Qiongjü, Joru’s return was a major event, as they had pinned their hopes for the horse race on him. 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 19: Chao Tong Schemes to Seize the Divine Steed, Dunpa Kyenzen Sacrifices the Precious Saddle for the Greater Good Joru’s Homecoming and Chao Tong’s Scheme The people of Ling Gabu were thrilled to see Joru return. "Joru and Guomu are back!" they shouted. "Zumu has brought Joru home!" To the people, especially those from Qiongjue, Joru’s return was a major event, as they had pinned their hopes for the horse race on him. Crowds gathered around Joru and Guomu, greeting them warmly and asking countless questions about their journey. However, all eyes were drawn to the divine horse that Guomu was leading. This was no ordinary steed, and its magnificence left everyone in awe. Among the welcoming crowd, one person was missing—King Chao Tong of Darong. Joru searched for his uncle with his eyes, eager to see him for many reasons. After settling his mother, Joru wasted no time and led the divine horse straight to Chao Tong’s home. Standing outside the door, Joru called out loudly, "Uncle! Joru has come to visit you. Please prepare a feast for me and feed my horse!" Hearing Joru’s voice, Chao Tong came out. However, his eyes were immediately drawn to the divine horse. He stared at the horse with admiration and greed, captivated by its beauty and rarity. After a moment, he turned his attention to Joru and greeted him warmly. "My dear nephew!" Chao Tong exclaimed. "I heard you were back, and I was about to come greet you, but something came up and delayed me. A few days ago, we were discussing the horse race, and even though you weren’t here, I didn’t forget about you! I even saved a feast for you!" Joru noticed the greedy glint in Chao Tong’s eyes as he stared at the horse. He chuckled to himself, knowing that his uncle was already scheming to take the horse. Chao Tong was the type of man who wouldn’t let go of even the smallest benefit, let alone a horse as extraordinary as this one. Sure enough, Chao Tong asked, "My dear nephew, whose horse is this? Where did you get it? I’ve never seen such a horse before!" Joru’s Clever Response to Chao Tong Joru sneered slightly and replied, "When I was exiled, this horse was still in its mother’s belly. How could you have seen it, Uncle? After the old mare gave birth to it, I didn’t have the resources to raise it properly, so I let it roam freely in the mountains. It’s never been trained and looks like a wild horse now. Whether I can even ride it, we’ll have to find out at the horse race." Hearing Joru’s first few words, Chao Tong grew nervous. After all, he had been the one behind Joru’s exile. But when Joru didn’t press the issue and instead talked about the horse as if it were untrained, Chao Tong felt relieved. "Oh, Joru, my good nephew," Chao Tong said, "for the horse race, a steed needs to be strong, fast, tall, well-behaved, and good-looking. From what I see, your horse doesn’t seem to have these qualities, which might put you at a disadvantage. Why don’t we make a deal?" "A deal?" Joru asked, pretending to be curious. "Yes, a trade!" Chao Tong said eagerly. "I have a green-maned white horse, carefully chosen from the best of my herd. It would be perfect for the race. Let’s trade horses, and I’ll even give you some extra compensation if you ask for it." Joru laughed and said, "Trading is fine if both sides agree willingly. But this horse, though wild, is a rare treasure. If I don’t sell it, I can’t train it, but if I sell it, it would be such a waste. If you, Uncle, can cover my mother’s expenses for winter and summer, and give me thirteen bolts of silk, thirteen silver ingots shaped like horseshoes, and thirteen bags of gold, then I might consider it. But even then, your horse must suit me, and my horse must suit you." Chao Tong’s Preparations and Joru’s Visit Chao Tong was overjoyed when he heard Joru agree to trade horses. However, he failed to notice the subtle irony in Joru's words. The next day, Chao Tong prepared an extravagant feast with the finest tea, yak milk from a three-year-old calf, sweet pastries, rich meat and vegetable dishes, fresh fruit, and aged wine. The food filled the tent, piled high in an overwhelming display. In addition, Chao Tong prepared the items Joru had demanded in exchange for the horse: thirteen bolts of silk, thirteen silver ingots shaped like horseshoes, and thirteen bags of gold. Just as Chao Tong was about to send someone to deliver these items, Joru arrived, leading the divine horse. Seeing Joru and the horse, Chao Tong was delighted. He became even more convinced of the prophecy of the Hayagriva, believing it to be absolutely true and infallible. Now he was certain: once he acquired Joru’s horse, he could secure victory at the horse race and claim the throne. Chao Tong greeted Joru with a wide smile and said, "My dear nephew, everything is ready for you, and I guarantee you’ll be satisfied. In the past, we didn’t have much time to talk, so today we must make up for it and have a good chat." Joru looked around the tent, filled with food and gifts, and kept his expression neutral. He said, "Uncle, since you’ve prepared all this, I’ll accept it. But there’s so much—how will I carry it all by myself?" Chao Tong quickly reassured him, "You don’t need to worry about that, nephew. I’ll have my steward deliver it to your mother’s tent." He then ordered his steward to take all the gifts to Guomu’s tent immediately. Once everything was taken care of, Joru sat down. "Uncle, if you have anything to say, please go ahead," he said. Chao Tong smiled and replied, "It’s not a command, nephew, but some life wisdom I’d like to share with you as we talk." With that, Chao Tong began to sing: Childhood, youth, and old age Are the three ornaments of life. In youth, with kind and loving parents, Happiness lasts into old age without end. Teachers, disciples, and benefactors Are the three ornaments of spiritual practice. When the teacher instructs and the student practices, Both rejoice in achieving enlightenment. Leaders, ministers, and citizens Are the three ornaments of governance. Virtuous policies inspire loyalty in subjects, And gratitude brings harmony and joy to all. Fathers, uncles, and nephews Are the three ornaments of the tribe's honor. By using wisdom to subdue enemies, Kinship and love bring lasting happiness. Mothers-in-law, daughters, and daughters-in-law Are the three ornaments of a thriving household. When their hearts align, both sides find joy, And peace endures through the years. Relatives, friends, and acquaintances Are the three ornaments of worldly happiness. Mutual benefit brings shared joy, And sincerity leads to endless harmony. The sun, moon, and stars Are the three ornaments of the vast heavens. Their warmth and light bless the world, Together, they remain inseparable in the sky. Clouds, thunder, and rain Are the three ornaments of the great expanse. Together, they nurture and depend on each other, Bringing blessings to the earth below. Seeds, crops, and fruit Are the three ornaments of fertile land. They bring abundance to livestock and humans alike, Flourishing together in beauty and harmony. Fathers, uncles, and nephews Together are the three ornaments of Ling Gabu. By devising wise strategies to subdue four enemies, They enjoy peace and happiness without separation. When Chao Tong finished his song, he looked at Joru warmly. His gaze carried a sense of pride, as though he believed Joru would be deeply moved and grateful for his words of wisdom. Joru’s Sharp Retort Joru raised his eyebrows and said, "Uncle, since you’ve finished speaking, I’ll say a few words myself." He then began to sing: "Children are ignorant and lack understanding, Youth is reckless and without wisdom; Old age brings blindness and shamelessness— Living long with such foolishness is worse than death. Prideful monks seek nothing but power, Disciples break rules and create chaos; Stingy benefactors cling to selfishness, Upholding the Dharma becomes deceitful self-interest. Leaders bury their hearts in money bags, Ministers deceive both their leaders and the people; Innocent citizens are punished unfairly— How can there be joy or gratitude in governance? Fathers and uncles are more cunning than mountains, Brothers’ scheming hearts rot like corpses; Nephews, powerless, are exiled to the outskirts, Subduing enemies or protecting kin proves pointless. Mothers-in-law’s hearts are darker than the void, Daughters-in-law behave wilder than mountain goats; Daughters’ minds are filled with greed, Long-lasting harmony is impossible to achieve. Relatives often end up harboring hatred, Acquaintances turn their faces away in the end; Friends and kin eventually take each other to court— True sincerity is almost impossible to find. The sun sets behind the western mountains, Clouds cover the moon, plunging the night into darkness; Stars are chased away by the dawn, The beautiful decorations of the sky are torn apart. Thick clouds scatter in the wind, The dragon hides, nowhere to be seen; Rain vanishes far away in the sky, Unable to bless the earth with its grace. Grass seeds are eaten by wild cattle, Crops are locked away in storage, Ripe fruits rot on the ground, Flowers bloom brightly but only for a short while. My father, Senlun, is naive and foolish, My uncle, Chao Tong, is full of schemes; I, Joru, have endured great suffering, How could we ever remain together in unity?" When Joru finished singing, he looked at Chao Tong with a mocking gaze, as if to say: Didn’t I answer perfectly? Isn’t this exactly what’s in your heart? Chao Tong’s Frustration and Joru’s Ultimatum Chao Tong realized that Joru was too clever and sharp-tongued, and he knew he couldn’t outmatch him in their exchange. He wanted to scold Joru, but he feared escalating the situation. Instead, he forced a smile and said, "Life is full of joys and sorrows—it all depends on how you look at it. Let’s not dwell on this. Nephew, let’s take a look at the horse instead." Joru replied, "There’s no need to look at the horse. If Uncle is willing to trade it for the Jade Horse horse, then we’ll talk. If not, there’s nothing more to discuss." "You?!" Chao Tong exclaimed, shocked at Joru’s boldness. How could he possibly give up the Jadehorse? "Uncle, are you unwilling?" Joru asked, deliberately provoking him. "Nephew, don’t joke," Chao Tong replied. "The Jade horse is a rare treasure of our Darong family. How could I easily give it away to someone else?" "Your Jade horse is your treasure, and my Jang Gapeibu is not my treasure? Why should I easily give it to you?" "Fine," Joru continued, "trade is a matter of mutual agreement. Since you’re unwilling, take back the gifts you’ve offered." "Taking back what’s already been given? That’s unheard of in this land. Surely, Uncle wouldn’t want to set such a precedent, would he?" After saying this, Joru led his divine steed, Jang Gapeibu, and left without looking back. Chao Tong was so furious that he could barely catch his breath. He resolved to take his revenge at the upcoming horse race. Joru Visits Gyalo's Family Not long after, Joru chose an auspicious day and brought his divine horse to Gyalo’s home. Standing at the door, he shouted loudly, "Hey! Zumu! You said you would prepare a saddle for my horse, give me a whip, and bless the whip with prayers. Now is the time to fulfill your promise!" Hearing Joru’s call, Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen, Zumu’s father, came out to greet him. He quickly prepared a grand seat, laid down silk cushions, and served fine food and delicacies to welcome Joru. He also presented a ceremonial white khata scarf as a gift and began to sing a song to Joru: Inwardly, I am the accomplished Master Pema Tochin, Secretly, I am the Bodhisattva Vajradhara, Outwardly, I am the fierce Rakshasa King, My palace lies in the land of Uddiyana. Oh, master of wisdom, Master Pema Tochin, please observe! If you wonder who I am, In my past life, I was Kubera, the wealth deity. I once offered treasures to Master Pema Tochin in Uddiyana. I am the father of Zumu, Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen, a man of great wealth. Gyalo, Eluo, and Zhulo— Three brothers, all equally rich. One day, the three of us were on the mountain, When a great master appeared out of nowhere. His virtue was as vast as the heavens, His teachings led to liberation. Upon seeing him, I immediately bowed at his feet, And all my worldly thoughts disappeared. I couldn’t clearly see what he carried in front, Nor could I see the treasures he bore on his back. When we met, the master said to me: “The saddle, reins, whip, and cushion— These four treasures are gifts from the Dragon King Zuna Rinchen. They are entrusted to you, Gyalo, for safekeeping. One day, when the son of the heavens descends, A being of great power and wisdom will come to your home. When that time comes, you must offer these four treasures to him. My son, Zhujie, is useless— He is certainly not the one destined to descend from the heavens. My daughter, Zumu, is talented and capable, But alas, she is only a woman. I remember when your father chose his bride, He chose the beautiful dragon maiden Guomu. Her strength was as enduring as the mountains she upheld, Her authority as vast as the sky that covers all. It felt like a dream, yet it was real. All the signs point to you, Joru, as the destined one." The towering peaks that reach the sky— They were not arranged for eagles, The black vulture king came because of destiny. The lush green cypress trees that grow tall— They were not grown for cuckoos, The divine bird perched because of fate. The vast oceans that hide dragons and serpents— They were not created for fish to gather, The fish came to swim because of fortune. Gyalo Dunpa’s vast wealth, Was not amassed for his own pleasure, It exists because of Joru—it is his source. Wealth is like a treasure, a perfect ring, Blessings are like golden hooks, drawing fortune. The mother’s womb one is born into cannot be chosen, The throne cannot be won by speed alone. A short life cannot be extended by skillful hands, A wicked heart cannot be reforged by a blacksmith. The karma of past lives cannot be contested with a horse, The fate of this life cannot be stopped or changed. If we use wisdom to observe, The throne of Ling and the crown, The husband of Zumu, Are all destined to be Joru by the will of the heavens. Zumu’s Blessings for the Divine Horse When Gyalo Dunpa Kyenzen finished his song, Zumu brought out a saddle and whip, presenting them to Joru. She then struck a sacred drum with a six-beat rhythm and sang a song to awaken the divine horse’s abilities: In this sacred place, I pray to the Supreme Saving Mother, Grant me wisdom and clarity to sing this song. This chestnut horse is extraordinary, Its ears are tipped with tufts of eagle feathers, It holds the power to hear in all directions. Strike the divine whip near its ears three times— Too hard, and its hair might break, Too soft, and its true abilities won’t show. Use just the right amount of force, If it has power, let it reveal itself today! This chestnut horse is truly remarkable, Its fierce eyes burn like those of a serpent, It holds the power to see in all directions. Strike the divine whip in front of its eyes three times— Too hard, and its hair might break, Too soft, and its true abilities won’t show. Use just the right amount of force, If it has power, let it reveal itself today! This chestnut horse is truly incredible, Its nose is like the nose of a snow lion, It holds the power to smell and distinguish all scents. Strike the divine whip near its nose three times— Too hard, and its hair might break, Too soft, and its true abilities won’t show. Use just the right amount of force, If it has power, let it reveal itself today! This chestnut horse is admired by everyone, Its tongue is as strong as a tiger’s, It holds the power to taste and discern all flavors. Strike the divine whip near its mouth three times— Too hard, and its hair might break, Too soft, and its true abilities won’t show. Use just the right amount of force, If it has power, let it reveal itself today! This chestnut horse is truly magnificent, It runs like the wind that unfurls a red flag, It holds the ability to sense everything around it. Strike the divine whip at its sides three times— Too hard, and its hair might break, Too soft, and its true abilities won’t show. Use just the right amount of force, If it has power, let it reveal itself today! This chestnut horse is a divine steed, Its heart resembles the radiant palace of the gods, It holds the wisdom of the Great Brahma. Strike the divine whip near its chest three times— Too hard, and its hair might break, Too soft, and its true abilities won’t show. Use just the right amount of force, If it has power, let it reveal itself today! This horse, made of the four great elements, was born to run, But mountains and obstacles block its path, Its ability to gallop has been hidden. Zumu now uses sacred methods to awaken its strength. This horse, with the wisdom of the Buddha, is divine, But the five poisons have clouded its mind, Its ability to discern has been concealed. Zumu now uses sacred words to reveal its wisdom. This horse, with immense compassion and divine power, is extraordinary, But dualistic thoughts have stained its clarity, Its ability to understand has been hidden. Zumu now uses sacred chants to awaken its true potential. The sound of drums echoes across the four directions, Without striking the drum, no sound will come. The divine whip awakens this steed, Revealing its potential for great deeds and achievements. This saddle, woven with the finest wool, Is a treasure from the Dragon King Zuna Rinchen. The soul of the sheep resides in its center. Today, it is offered to your divine steed, Oh, noble Joru, May you ascend to the golden throne, And unite the world as its rightful king. This golden and silver saddle, carved with intricate designs, Was forged with gold at the front and silver at the back. It is a treasure of the sky gods, And holds the spirit of the horse within. Today, it is offered to your divine steed, Oh, noble Joru, May you conquer all demons, And bring blessings to the monks by spreading virtue. This golden bridle is unparalleled, Its gold is of the rarest quality. It is a treasure of the heavenly gods, And holds the spirit of the ox within. Today, it is offered to your divine steed, Oh, noble Joru, May you protect the sinful beings, And lead them out of the endless sea of suffering into paradise. This white conch stirrup, paired with silk ribbons, The dragon tendon girth, and the fine chest straps, Are treasures of the earth gods. Today, they are offered to your divine steed, Oh, noble Joru, May you achieve both martial and intellectual greatness, And bring prosperity to the people, making the nation strong. The bridle is as long as a black snake, The saddle is layered with nine thick layers of brocade, The felt pad is embroidered with eight auspicious symbols, All treasures cherished by humanity. Today, they are offered to your divine steed, Oh, noble Joru, May you protect the people and bring them peace, And rule Ling as its rightful king. This whip, made of fine rattan, Has a handle inlaid with precious gems, With silk ribbons from the sky goddess fluttering on its sheath. It is a treasure of the Jialuo family. Today, it is offered to your divine steed, Oh, noble Joru, May you abandon all ten evil deeds and uphold the law, And spread the ten virtues of the Buddha’s teaching. This long and pure white khata, Symbolizes long life and prosperity, It is a banner of power and a ribbon of fortune. This auspicious khata is presented to you, Oh, noble Joru, May you live as long as the endless khata, Remain untouched by disasters, pure and flawless, And transform the world into a peaceful and prosperous land. May your great achievements be celebrated far and wide. This divine steed is no ordinary horse, It was sent by the heavens to descend to the mortal realm, Born on the peak of Mount Meru. It was captured by Guomu and Zumu, And now it is yours, Joru, to ride across the land. Today, these treasures are offered to decorate your steed, A horse that will surpass all others in the race. Oh, noble Joru, May you inherit the wealth of the Gyalo family, And become the husband of Zumu. May this divine horse’s hooves spin like the wind, May it leave all other horses far behind, May you achieve first place and fulfill your heart’s desire! May your teachers and parents enjoy peace, And may all your wishes come true! This song is no ordinary blessing, Joru, please keep it in your heart forever." After Zhumu finished singing this hymn of praise for the horse, they equipped the fine steed with its saddle and tack, then presented a whip to Joru with great respect. They also gave the whip a beautiful blessing before heading together to the horse racing field.

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