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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. Table of content Description Table of content Description Chapter 1 Click for here for ch1 The People of the Snowy Land Suffer Great Hardships, Praying for the Gods to Descend and Subdue the Demons Chapter 2 Click for here for ch2 Avalokiteshvara Delivers the Teachings on Ox-Tail Continent:The Rakshasa King and the Divine Son Protected by the Heaven of Ultimate Form Chapter 3 Click for here for ch3 The Divine Child Fears Difficulty and Refuses to Descend. The Heavenly Deities Urge Him with Nine Divinations Chapter 4 Click for here for ch4 Seeking the Divination Deity to Resolve Doubts, Eliminate Disasters, Cure Plagues, and Receive the Dragon Maiden as a Reward Chapter 5 Click for here for ch5 A Good Omen Appears, Chief Seeks Dream Interpretation, and the Great Sage Proclaims Prophecy Chapter 6 Click for here for ch6 Avenging a Brother – Gyatsa Leads a Campaign Against the Guo Tribe, and Senlen Wins the Dragon King's Daughter Chapter 7 Click for here for ch7 Jealousy Arises – Jiafei Bullies the Dragon Maiden, Who Is Banished to the Wilderness Chapter 8 Coming soon 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. K i n g G e s a r of Tibet Chapter 81 The Chestnut Horse Casts Qula Into The Poison Sea; King Chao Tong Breaks The Demon's Spell With Sorcery Chapter 82 Princess Meisa's Initial Peace Proposal Fails; Jiang Army Counterattacks But Loses More Generals Chapter 83 Meisa Leads a Second Peace Mission, The Jiang Kingdom Swears to Defend Their Homeland Chapter 84 The Queen's Diplomatic Mission Brings Three Years of Peace Between Ling and Jiang Chapter 85 The Heavenly Prophecy Signals the Time to Subdue Demons, Heroes Launch a Surprise Raid on the Jiang Camp with Great Spoils Chapter 86 The Lion Subdues the Demon King; The Heroes Crush the Demon Army Chapter 87 Subduing the Remnants and Conquering the Kingdom of Jiang , The Lion King Returns in Triumph Chapter 88 The Offering Caravan Encounters New Enemies on the Road to Gongbu, The Hero Takes the Field Personally by the Shuo Hu Lake Chapter 89 The Ling Army Unites to Vanquish the Tyrant, and the Gongbu Lands Bloom with Auspiciousness Chapter 90 Brahma's Prophecy Commands War on Men, Chao Tong Vows to Avenge Past Wrongs Chapter 91 Senda Rescues Chao Tong With a Mighty Arrow Shot; Yula Sings the Praises of Mountains, Winning Lasting Fame Chapter 92 The Ling Army Feigns Marriage Proposal and Marches on the Men Kingdom; A First Victory Secures the River Crossings Chapter 93 The Men Forces Suffer a Crushing Defeat, Danma Falls to Gula's Arrow, The King Seeks Divine Guidance from the Master Chapter 94 Men Army Assaults the Ling Camp; The Great King Spares a Prince and Imprisons Him in Ling Chapter 95 The Ling Scouts Fall to the Enemy, and the Heavenly Mother's Prophecy Prompts a Night Raid Chapter 96 The King of Gesar Slays the Soul-Beasts; Gula Tuojie is Entombed Beneath the Black Pagoda Chapter 97 The Xinch King's Vengeance and Tangze Yuzhou's Fall Chapter 98 King Xinchi's Stand Against Enemies, the King Severs the Sky-Ladder, and Xinchi Meets His End Chapter 99: The Princess Offers Treasures, the Lion King's Heart Rejoices; The Army Returns in Triumph, and the People Cheer in Welcome Chapter 100 Chao Tong Wants To Marry Danma's Daughter, Stole the Tagzig Kingdom’s Horse .

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Log In / Sign Up Total number of reciting : - Make a wish for the world with king Gesar King Gesar is revered in Tibetan Buddhism and Tibetan culture as an embodiment of wisdom and courage. He is not only a legendary heroic king but also a great protector of all beings and a symbol of spreading peace. The Gesar King Mantra is a sacred chant connected to his blessings. Reciting this mantra can purify negative karma, awaken wisdom, attract blessings, and bring inner peace and strength to oneself and all beings. Why recite the King Gesar Mantra ? Purify Mind and Body: Helps release inner worries and burdens, enhancing focus and enlightenment. Accumulate Merit: Each recitation plants the seeds of virtue, bringing long-lasting blessings for oneself and one’s family. Spread Peace: Through recitation, the power of compassion is shared with oneself and the world, resolving conflicts and obstacles. Strengthen Faith: Feel the courage and wisdom of King Gesar, inspiring oneself to face life’s challenges. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - King Gesar Mantra : om ah hung benza maha guru mani radza Sarva siddhi pala hung I want to make a wish too / complete the wish (Please login to activate)

Jue Ru (King Gesar)s mother, Guomu, lived a quiet and frugal life in the deep valleys and mountains of the Ma region. The area was sparsely populated, with Jue Ru’s only "companions" being the crows, his shadow, and the echoes of the valleys to respond to his voice. 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 10 Teachings from the Machen Mountain God: Ling Heroes Head to Chawarong The Simple Life in the Mountains Joru and his mother, Guomu, lived a quiet and frugal life in the deep valleys and mountains of the Ma region. The area was sparsely populated, with Joru’s only "companions" being the crows, his shadow, and the echoes of the valleys to respond to his voice. One day, the divine child Joru wore a strange outfit: an unsightly red wild-goat-skin hat, an ill-fitting stiff calfskin coat, and awkward bright red horsehide boots tied with horsehair as laces. He carried a long-patterned sling at his waist and wore a short-patterned sling on his finger. Wandering into the central meadow of Mako Ruza, he hunted several deer and mountain goats possessed by demonic spirits. After resting for a while, he felt as if guided by a divine force and soon fell into a deep sleep. The Arrival of the Mountain God Machen Pomra Amid the vast sky and the gaps between colorful clouds, the Mountain God Machen Pomra descended. He rode a pale yellow divine steed, holding a spear in his right hand, its tassel fluttering, and a treasure-weasel in his left hand. Accompanied by 360 celestial warriors, he gazed down at the sleeping Joru with a benevolent smile and sang a prophetic song: "Om Mani Padme Hum! If you do not know this place, It is the expanse of the blue sky, The realm of colorful clouds. If you do not know who I am, My outer form is Machen Pomra Mountain, My inner form is the god of wealth, Vaishravana. Joru and I, Machen, Are inseparable like body and shadow. This year, the Year of the Fire Tiger, Is the time for success. The heavenly stems align, The nine palaces and eight trigrams are in harmony, The auspicious timing has come, With heavenly blessings, success is certain. In the lower region of Chawarong, Where white cliffs rise like eagle feathers, In the dense clusters of stone and rock, Lies the treasure of Pema Tochin, Buried to liberate future demons. The arrows are hidden in Chawarong, A father’s legacy belongs to his son. The king of Chawarong, the Nangwa King, Is a descendant of the Dragon King, Brave and powerful in sorcery. If you do not conquer him this year, You will lose your chance forever. He is a great enemy to the Dharma, A foe that Ling must subdue. Now, divine child Joru, Transform into the Red Hayagriva. Pretend to be Hayagriva, And deceive the Nangwa King of Chawarong. Tell him this: 'The blood-drinking eagle-feather arrow Can only belong to the Darong clan.' If you understand, keep this in your heart. If you do not, I will not explain further." After singing, the Mountain God Machen Pomra disappeared like a rainbow in the sky. Joru's Resolve to Fulfill the Prophecy When Joru woke from his dream, he saw the mountain god disappearing into the sky like a rainbow. After hunting many demonic beasts, he returned to his mother and shared many casual conversations with her. Finally, Joru said to his mother: "Today, the great lord of this land, the Mountain God Machen Pomra, came to me with a prophecy. He instructed me to conquer the Chawarong Arrow Sect and assured me of divine support. If I can take Chawarong, I will be able to invite the teachings of Vajra Dharma and subdue the surrounding great sects. I cannot remain here any longer. I must return to Ling. Mother, please take care of yourself. We will reunite soon. These meats are offerings for you—they are delicacies from the feast of the dakinis. As for me, I will enjoy the divine nectar of the gods. Please do not worry about me." Guomu thought to herself: "Although my son is young, he is clever, skilled in martial arts, and extraordinary. He does not need me to guide him." Comforted, she rested peacefully. Joru's Return to Ling and His Transformation into a Divine Bird Joru put on his unsightly wild-goat-skin hat, his ill-fitting stiff calfskin coat, and his awkward red horsehide boots tied with horsehair. He crossed mountains in great strides when they were tall and took smaller steps when they were low. Before long, he returned to Ling. On the eastern balcony of the fortress of Darong Anu Sipan, Joru transformed into a divine bird. The bird’s upper body was golden, shining like gold; its lower body was white, gleaming like silver; its midsection was colorful, as vibrant as agate; and its beak and claws were black, as dark as iron. At that moment, before the sky had fully brightened, before the stars had given way to the sun, before the Milky Way had shifted, and before the morning frost had melted, Joru, in his divine bird form, sang a prophetic song to Darong Anu Sipan: "Om Mani Padme Hum! If you do not know this place, It is the great hall of Commander Anu Sipan. If you do not know who I am, I am the northern celestial deity, Red Hayagriva. Commander Anu Sipan, do not sleep! Those who sleep lose wisdom, A lama’s sleep wastes the altar, A commander’s sleep weakens the law, An elder’s sleep loses respect, A warrior’s sleep ensures defeat, A woman’s sleep ruins the household, A stone’s sleep grows moss, A tree’s sleep rots its roots. Do not sleep—wake up quickly! This is not empty preaching; Listening is as valuable as a Buddhist scriptures. This year, the Fire Tiger Year, The heavens align, The nine palaces and eight trigrams are in harmony, Auspicious blessings have gathered. In the lower region of Chawarong, Where white cliffs rise like eagle feathers, Hidden among the rocks and stones, Lies the treasure of Pema Tochin: Arrows crafted to drink the blood of Rakshasas. These arrows are treasures of Ling, Their rightful owner is the Darong clan. If you retrieve these arrows, All will go as you wish, For no one else can claim them. Gather the six tribes quickly! The Nangwa King of Chawarong, This year is his time of misfortune. If you do not defeat him now, You will lose your chance forever. He is an enemy of the Dharma, An enemy of Ling. Subdue the Nangwa King, Retrieve the hidden Rakshasa-killing arrows, Conquer the eighteen surrounding sects. With the protection of divine spirits, Lead the warriors of Ling, Attack Chawarong with the strength of a raging river, Camp with the steadiness of the vast ocean. Do not launch small ambushes, For the Nangwa King is powerful. He is the descendant of the Dragon King, Brave and bold like a demon. His brother Lusabenma, Stronger than a god, Clever like a hawk, Fierce as a tiger, Commands twelve generals, Each leading ten thousand troops, All with strong horses and skilled soldiers. But Ling will prevail! The grudge between Chawarong and Ling Has burned for years. Long ago, the Dong clan leader, Nima Letchin, Carried eighteen mule loads of eagle-feather arrows, Only for them to be stolen by the Chawarong people. That hatred remains unavenged. This year, the time has come to settle the score. This is a righteous war, Protected by the war god. Do not let this teaching be wasted! If you understand, it is divine nectar; If you do not, explanations are useless." After singing, Joru, in his bird form, vanished into the sky. The Call to Arms in Ling At dawn, Darong Anu Sipan woke up, feeling exhilarated by the Hayagriva’s teachings. He offered the divine bird abundant buttered barley and other grains as tribute. When the sun rose, ritual drums echoed throughout the land, and conch shells were blown to spread the message across the upper, middle, and lower regions of Ling. Three days later, warriors from Ling gathered in large numbers. Thirty commanders, seven generals, three leaders of the Hawk-Wolf troops, elders as steady as Mount Meru, warriors as straight as bamboo, and youths as beautiful as lotus blossoms assembled. Their helmets and banners gleamed, their swords and spears flashed, and their protective amulets dangled in rows. The sight struck fear into the hearts of enemies and filled friends with joy. Parents and elders prayed for their safety and success. The crowd gathered at the Datang Chamao plains, forming a sea of people and weapons. Everyone entered the grand command tent, “Tongwa Gunmin,” and took their seats according to rank. Butter tea and fine liquor flowed like dancing peacocks, and fresh meat and cheese were served like leaping lions. As the feasting continued, Darong Anu Sipan entered, dressed in a red silk robe with a honeycomb-patterned belt. He wore a lotus-shaped hat adorned with red silk tassels and a peacock feather, and nine-striped rainbow boots tied with silk laces. Striding in with great authority, he shared the Horse-Headed King’s prophecy with everyone. Anu Sipan's Song of Prophecy Darong Anu Sipan sang the prophecy to inspire the gathered soldiers: "If you do not know this place, It is the great assembly ground of Datang Gongma. If you do not know who I am, I am Darong Anu Sipan, a mighty general. If you do not know this song, It is the Roaring Song of the Darong Tiger. This year, in the Fire Tiger Year, The heavens align, The nine palaces and eight trigrams are in harmony, Auspicious blessings have gathered. In the lower region of Chawarong, Where white cliffs rise like eagle feathers, Hidden among the rocks and stones, Lies the treasure of Pema Tochin: Arrows crafted to drink the blood of Rakshasas. These arrows are treasures of Ling, A father’s legacy meant for his son. They are weapons to equip the Ling army, Tools to defeat the enemy. The Nangwa King of Chawarong, A descendant of the Dragon King, Is arrogant, self-important, and cruel. His brother, the Red-Arm Dragon, Is powerful, skilled in martial arts, Clever like a hawk, Fierce as a tiger, And commands twelve generals, Each leading ten thousand troops, All with strong horses and skilled soldiers. But Ling will prevail! The hatred between Ling and Chawarong Has burned for years. This is the year to settle the score. This is a righteous war, Guided by divine teachings. If you understand, it is divine nectar; If you do not, no further explanation will suffice." Rongtsa Chagen's Decision to Conquer Chawarong Sitting at the head of the right row, on a golden leopard-skin cushion, was the wise steward Rongtsa Chagen. Reflecting on the prophecy, he recalled that twelve years ago, it was foretold that Chawarong must be conquered. He realized that now was the time and decided that Ling must not miss this opportunity. Rongtsa Chagen sang in a slow, steady tone: "Om Mani Padme Hum! Alata Tarata Rare, Tararu Yilan Rare. If you do not know this place, It is the great assembly ground of Datang Gongma. If you do not know who I am, I am from Ling, at the pass of Chapu Mountain, Where male hawks cry 'gogo,' Where female hawks cry 'soso,' Where young hawks learn to fly— The hawk city of Nangzong Chumu. My wisdom shines as bright as the sky, I am Rongtsa Chagen, chief steward of Ling, Feared as a demon by my enemies. This year, in the Fire Tiger Year, The northern god, the Hayagriva, Delivered teachings to Commander Anu Sipan. He commanded us to conquer Chawarong, And divine teachings never deceive. But this is not the only reason. Not last year, but the year before, I went to Chawarong with the elder, three of us together, To retrieve the famed arrows. The young men of Chawarong Forced us to pay taxes, Rough and unreasonable in their behavior. And this is not the only reason. Long ago, Nima Letchin of the Dong clan, Went to Chawarong to cut bamboo. He carried eighteen mule loads of eagle-feather arrows, But they were completely stolen by the Chawarong people. Failing to avenge this grudge is shameful, Ignoring this blood debt is cowardly. Now, this year, Divine teachings have been bestowed upon us. The prophecies and teachings align, We must conquer Chawarong. Chawarong is a fine land, Its terrain and climate are familiar to me. Especially the Nangwa King, Who is arrogant, self-important, and stubborn. He relies on his own judgment, thinking himself superior. His brother, the Red-Arm Dragon, Is immensely powerful and skilled in martial arts, As clever as a hawk, As fierce as a tiger. He commands twelve generals, Each overseeing ten thousand troops, All with strong horses and skilled soldiers. Even so, the heroes of Ling are stronger. Our warriors are as skilled as gods, As clever as hawks, As vicious as tigers. With such a brave army, We will attack and win every battle. Still, I must offer some words of caution: A mighty eagle soaring in the sky, If it flies too high and uncontrolled, A storm may tear off its feathers and wings. A hungry wolf walking on the hills, If it does not look forward and back, It will be struck by the stones of a shepherd boy. Heroes marching to the frontlines, If they do not unite and surround the enemy, When facing a cunning adversary, They may be devoured instead. When marching south to Chawarong, Advance like a flowing river, And camp like the steady ocean. Do not attack with small forces or ambushes. In the east, establish a camp. Let Niben Daya be the commander, Gedebena as the deputy commander, Along with Bara Senda Adong. Do not let the enemy escape eastward. In the south, establish a camp. Let Anu Sipan be the commander, Niancha Adan as the deputy commander, Along with Dongchu Lubudapan. Do not let the enemy escape southward. In the west, establish a camp. Let Aba Angqingdi be the commander, Gyatsa Xiega as the deputy commander, Along with Jiangbu Dorje Yujie. Do not let the enemy escape westward. The remaining heroes, Quickly organize your troops. Once you meet the enemy, Charge forward and achieve glory. Kill the enemy fearlessly, Rewards will be distributed fairly. But for those who surrender to the enemy, Cowards who desert like foxes, Or those who commit shameless crimes, Military law will show no mercy. Three days from now, The Ling armies will march to Chawarong. Strategies and formations Will be discussed further as needed. Remember these instructions, all of you!" After Rongtsa Chagen’s song, the warriors of Ling agreed unanimously to proceed. The Soliders Prepare for Departure After Rongtsa Chagen finished singing, everyone agreed with his words and returned to their camps. Three days later, at dawn, the thirty generals, seven commanders, and three Hawk-Wolf leaders of Ling gathered with elders as steady as Mount Meru, warriors as straight as bamboo, and youths as fresh as lotus flowers. After eating a hearty meal, they saddled their horses and prepared their weapons. Their swords and spears gleamed, their protective amulets hung in rows, and their banners and flags fluttered in the air. The sight terrified the faint-hearted, delighted the brave, moved friends to tears, and filled parents with prayers. The warriors lined up in their respective formations. They looked bright and dazzling as they set out on their journey. The Women's Farewell Song The women of Ling accompanied the soldiers for three "Saku" distances, offering tea and wine multiple times along the way. Among them, a woman named Gyalo Sangjang Zumu held five scarves of red and white and sang a song of blessings: "Ru Ala Tarata Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. I pray sincerely to the Three Jewels, Do not abandon us, remain above our heads. Remain above and grant your blessings. If you do not know this place, This is the great highway of Mayu. If you do not know who I am, I am the girl, Gyalo Sangjang Zumu. On this good and auspicious day: Thirty generals of Ling, Leading their troops, March to Chawarong. Let me use metaphors to give my praise: The Gangdise Snow Mountains are like crystal, The Snow Lion skilled in three arts, Braving fierce winds and blizzards, Only the Green-Maned Snow Lion shows its might. The vast blue sky filled with rolling clouds, The Jade Dragon’s roar shakes the heavens. When thick clouds bring heavy rain, The Jade Dragon’s roar reveals its strength. On the wide plains of the earth, Fertile lands grow bountiful crops. With oxen plowing the fields diligently, The fertile soil proves its worth. Ling’s heroic soldiers, Need a worthy opponent. Only with a challenge, Can heroes show their skills. Today, Ling’s army departs, Aligned with the prophecy of the gods. Conquering the Arrow Sect is certain, Victory is beyond doubt. The guardian deities of Dokham Ling, Will accompany our troops. They will make our warriors braver, And our horses faster. This auspicious white scarf, The sacred blessing of the White Brahma King, Is offered to the Qiju Camp. This is not a farewell, but a reunion wish— May you return soon to reunite with us. This pure yellow scarf, Is offered to the Zhenju Camp. This is not a farewell, but a reunion wish— May you return soon to reunite with us. This clean green scarf, A treasure dear to the White Dragon King Migun, Is offered to the Qiongjue Camp. This is not a farewell, but a reunion wish— May you return soon to reunite with us. May demons be subdued early, May the treasure of the Arrow Sect be recovered soon. May those who leave and those who stay reunite quickly. Blessings fill the sky, And the earth fulfills all wishes." After singing, the women offered tea and wine again and again before bidding farewell to the soldiers. Discussing Joru's Participation After the soldiers departed, the king of Senlun said, "For this battle against Chawarong, should we summon Joru, that child, to join us?" Before anyone could respond, Darong Commander Chao Tong said, "This battle against Chawarong will be as fierce as a tiger hunt. It’s better not to call Joru. If we fail to defeat the enemy and end up fighting amongst ourselves, it would be a disaster." While the group was considering the merit of Chao Tong’s suggestion, Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen said, "Let’s do as the commander suggested. We won’t summon Joru for now." Although the leaders of the Qiongjue clan were not pleased, they said nothing. The soldiers then mounted their horses, whipped their reins, and set off. Arrival at Chawarong and Joru's Divine Appearance After nine days of travel, the soldiers arrived at the main road of Chawarong. They set up camp, and the area became bustling with activity. Woodcutters leapt about like hailstones, water carriers scurried like sparrows, steam from tea pots mixed with the smoke from cooking fires, and white tents covered the land. Horses grazed across the hills and valleys, creating a scene so lively that it left everyone in awe. After dinner, all the leaders gathered in Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen’s grand tent to discuss the war strategy. At the entrance of the tent, a ceremonial spear stood upright, wrapped in colorful ribbons depicting the Eight Auspicious Symbols and the Seven Treasures of the Universal Monarch. After it was blessed with incense made from camphor and sandalwood, the spearhead suddenly began to glow with golden light. To everyone’s astonishment, Joru, the divine son of Guomu, appeared atop the glowing spearhead, looking like an eight-year-old child, naked and radiant. No one knew where he came from, and everyone was filled with amazement. Joru's Song and Message As everyone watched in amazement, Joru began to sing in the tune of the "Long Life Song": Om Mani Padme Hum, Ala Tara Tara Re, Tararu Yilan Ru Re. If you do not know this place, It is the sturdy spearhead. If you do not know who I am, I am Joru, son of Guomu. From the sacred Jaga Vajra Temple, I call upon the eighty "Zhuqin" masters. First, I call Aunt Langman Gam, Second, my sister Telewochun, Third, my elder brother Dongchung Garbu, Fourth, my younger brother Longshu Weichung. I humbly invite all of you to assist, To help me fulfill my wishes. Heroes of Ling, Do not leave Joru behind. Right now, I am here on the spearhead. If anyone wants to challenge me, Come forward and face me. Brothers and uncles of Ling, Listen to me explain my reasoning: Before dawn, when sunlight first appears, The stars must fade, and patience is required. To drive away the darkness of the world, The red sun must rise. When the sky is filled with dark clouds, The sun may be blocked, and patience is required. To nourish crops and ripen fruits, Sweet rain must fall. When the snow lion shakes its mane in fury, The elephant may dislike it, but patience is required. To intimidate the birds and beasts, The lion must roar as it descends the mountain. When the powerless Joru arrives, Some may be displeased, but patience is required. To accomplish great deeds, My arrival is necessary. I have more to say, so listen carefully: The wild colt of the northern grasslands, If it cannot join the herd of fine horses, Only during a race on the open plains Will it be known who runs the fastest. The young roc perched on a high mountain, If it cannot join the flock of birds, Only when flying in the vast sky Will it be known who soars the highest. I, Joru, dwelling in a remote valley, If I cannot join the ranks of heroes, Only in the face of battle with the enemy Will it be known who is brave and who is timid. Do not take my words too seriously— I am just a naïve child joking around. If my endless chatter offends the elders, Please forgive my foolishness. Ling’s army marching to Chawarong Is a significant event, worthy of this expedition. Everyone must achieve battle merits, Every steed must charge forward. First, for the black-haired Tibetan people. Second, for the interests of Ling. Third, to recover the fine-necked arrows. Fourth, to subdue the demonic enemies. To accomplish these four goals, Heroes must fight together to the end. Please unite and work as one, All four divisions must follow unified command. Ling’s heavenly soldiers, remember this in your hearts. My brothers and elders of Ling, Though you may not need me, Joru, I miss you all deeply. Unable to sit still, I rushed here to join you. I offer three heartfelt words. If they are worth listening to, please remember them. If not, I ask for your forgiveness— I do not intend to stay here long. If you understand, my words are like nectar. If you do not, no further explanation is necessary." Joru's Impact on the Warriors After Joru finished his song, he looked toward the "Qiju" camp of Ling. The warriors and brothers who trusted Joru all nodded in agreement, feeling that it was inappropriate not to notify him about the fierce battle at Chawarong. They were filled with guilt for neglecting him. Chao Tong, the elder, thought to himself, “This demon wrapped in human skin, Joru, has come after all. We can’t match his strength, nor can we hate him—if we can’t even defeat our enemies, starting an internal fight would be disastrous. Since he said he won’t stay long, it would be better if he leaves quickly.” At that moment, the divine son Joru jumped a full arm’s length into the air. After pausing briefly, he disappeared like a rainbow. The leaders of the "Qiongjue" camp, along with other officials, warriors, and the people who admired Joru, were filled with amazement and reverence at his divine abilities. They thought, “Ah! Why didn’t he stay a little longer?” Where did Joru go? Notes : Saku : A Tibetan term meaning "section" or "journey," not referring to the actual distance of the journey. Saying "three Saku were traveled" indicates a very long journey. Eight Auspicious Symbols : Also known as the "Eight Treasures of Auspiciousness."

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 42 Chaos in the Ranks as Chao Tong Betrays the Army Repeatedly; Upholding Justice, Adan Seeks to Punish His Wicked Father Chao Tong's Taunts and Niancha's Fury A few days later, Chao Tong, the commander of Ma region, dressed in full armor, stood in the Ling camp and loudly boasted. Standing on his stirrups and clenching his teeth, he shouted: “Hey, you thirty so-called heroes of Ling! You’ve only managed to kill a few grass-cutters and wood-gatherers from Hor, and you think that’s impressive? If you’re really so capable, why haven’t you killed the White Tent King yet? Killing random people while ignoring the White Tent King means nothing—you’re just sowing more seeds of sin. If you want to prove your strength, why not defeat Duoqin? If you want to show off your archery, why not take Tangze’s life? If you think your blade is sharp, why not cut off Sinba Meruze’s head? And if you think your horse is fast, why haven’t you captured the White Tent King? If you can’t do these things and claim your victories, then even children can tie lambs, women can shear sheep, old grannies can slit the throats of cattle, and sisters-in-law can race horses. These comparisons suit you perfectly! In the entire Ling camp, the only one truly capable of achieving something is me, the old man Chao Tong!” This open taunt, filled with insults, was ignored by the heroes of Ling. Even the Lion King and King Senlun, the father of Gyatsa Xiega, tried to calm Chao Tong down, saying, “Chao Tong, if someone must go to battle, let Adan handle it.” Chao Tong, however, was enraged. He cursed loudly, “That foolish boy Adan! He doesn’t know right from wrong, just like you, Senlun, an old fool with a black heart! You’re like the Chief Steward, an old dog who does everything without thinking. And Joru—he’s no better. If you send Adan to fight, he’ll accomplish nothing, just like you, Senlun! The descendants of the Mukpo Dong clan—only Gyatsa is like me. As his uncle, I’m the fierce tiger, and he’s the snow lion of the mountains. Isn’t that true? But you and your nephew are just filled with the stench of filth. Stop your sweet-talking and nonsense, Senlun!” Instead of anger, Chao Tong’s tirade amused the Ling heroes, and they broke into loud laughter. Humiliated and furious, Chao Tong whipped his horse and galloped off. While crossing the Yellow River, he was nearly swept away by the current. Once ashore, he charged toward the eastern gate of the Hor camp. Meruze from the Sinba division spotted him and shouted, “He’s here! He’s here! Kill him! Rip out his heart!” Terrified, Chao Tong quickly removed the golden plume, banners, and ornaments from his white helmet. He replaced them with a white horsehair tassel taken from his quiver to disguise himself. Then, he circled around to the western gate, dismounted, and entered the camp. Niancha’s Lament and Resolve The Ling people, seeing this situation, were confused and at a loss for words. They sat silently as Niancha Adan, fully armored and carrying an assortment of weapons, mounted his horse “Snow Mountain Soar” and rode to the center of the camp. He spoke with sorrow: “Ah, my thirty brothers of Ling! Did you see the disgraceful actions of my father, Chao Tong? There is bound to be chaos within Ling—fathers killing sons and sons killing fathers!” Then, with deep grief, he began to sing: “In the eight divisions of Senior lineage in Seba, In the Upper Darong Ducuodi, The chief is Niben Daya, His advisor is Anu Sipan, And the brave man is me, Niancha. But there has never been such disgraceful behavior. My father, Chao Tong, that stinking fox, Spoke boldly in the Ling camp, But when he reached the Hor camp, He replaced his golden plume with a white horsehair tassel, As if he were a close friend of the Hor. He would hand over the people of Ling and the golden stupa, To the White Tent King. He would trade his family and the ancestral lightning sword, For fatty meat to fill his stomach! He brings worry to Ling’s uncles, Disgrace to the Mukpo Dong clan, Shame to his brothers, And humiliation to his nephews. The ancestral legacy supported by thirty heroes, Will all be destroyed by Chao Tong. The castles and temples built by the divine people, Will be toppled by Seba Chao Tong. In the tiger-skin quiver filled with sacred arrows, Chao Tong is like a useless fire poker mixed in. While the divine people look eastward, He alone turns his face westward. The heroes are like the six healing medicines, But Chao Tong is like the poison aconite among them. Ling is like pure white silk, But Chao Tong smears grease upon it. He will lead the enemy to our gates, And the sacred city of Ling will likely fall. He is the black wind that brings storms, He is the sheep that invites the wolves. The sacred Ling Gabu of the East, Will not rest unless Chao Tong is smashed like hail upon thatch. There is a saying: ‘Losing faith in one’s parents is unbearable, Breaking a golden Buddha leaves none to protect you, And being humiliated by your kin is intolerable.’ My father has done such evil deeds, Of course the White Tent King grows more arrogant. The White Tent King of Hor and Chao Tong, Are both mortal enemies of Ling. They won’t fold their hands in prayer to the right, Nor offer sacred water to the left. They will do no good deeds. Though I am Chao Tong’s son, I will trample him beneath my feet. If I meet him on a mountaintop, I will kill him like a wild deer. If I meet him in a valley, I will kill him like a yellow goat. If I meet him by the river, I will kill him like a fish. I will smash his nose and collapse his eyes. I will fill his insides with blood. Whether I chop off the White Tent King’s head, Or cut off Chao Tong’s head, Either one will be a great victory. In my heart as a man, I have decided to sever my father-son bond. No matter who kills whom, Niancha will be remembered as a hero. Whether it’s the Hor White Tent King, Or the Ma region Commander Chao Tong, Today, beneath my sword, They are both the same. Their blood will flow like water, Their heads will be tied to my horse’s tail. May my loyal and sincere heart Fulfill my ambitious dream. Even if I don’t meet the White Tent King, Chao Tong will surely return. May the deed I do today, Spread far and wide in this world. If I do not eliminate this treacherous traitor, Then I, Niancha, am no true hero!” After singing, Niancha rode forward, crossed the Yellow River, and charged directly toward the Hor camp. Niancha's Duel and Gyatsa’s Bold Attack The White Tent King saw someone storming toward the camp and immediately asked Chao Tong, “Hey! Another rider on a white horse has charged out from the Ling camp. Who is it?” Chao Tong recognized his son and quickly responded, “Great White Tent King! That rider on the white horse is my eldest son, Niancha, one of the six sons of Chao Tong, the commander of Ma region. That horse is the mighty steed ‘Snow Mountain Soar.’ In terms of courage, he is no different from Gyatsa, and in terms of skill, they are equally matched. If he charges into the Hor camp, he will not bring any good, especially for you or me. If we need to escape, we’d better find somewhere to run or hide quickly!” Chao Tong’s pleading, fox-like words spilled out of his mouth, causing panic among the Hor soldiers. The camp became chaotic, and Duoqin said, “This rider on the white horse must not be allowed to enter the camp. We should intercept him halfway by sending a fierce Sinba warrior along with a thousand soldiers to surround and attack him.” Sinba warrior Gongjie, mounted on a white warhorse with a helmet adorned with a white plume resembling clouds, led a thousand soldiers from the Chabao and Chaxiao tribes. The ground cracked under the pounding hooves, stones flew in all directions, and gusts of wind sent dust swirling. The soldiers surged forward in waves. When Gongjie was about an arrow’s length away from Niancha, he shouted, “Hey, little beggar from the Ling camp! Are you here to seek death or to deliver your head? Don’t panic—I’ll deal with you right now!” With that, Gongjie fired an arrow. Niancha whipped his horse, causing it to leap sideways, dodging the arrow just in time. He then fired three arrows in rapid succession, killing many black- and white-plumed soldiers. Drawing his Green-hilted Nine-layered Golden Treasure Blade, he charged forward. The Hor soldiers panicked and fled. Gongjie, preparing to shoot another arrow, found Niancha already upon him. With a swift swing of his blade, Niancha struck Gongjie, who tumbled head-over-heels from his horse like a sacrificial offering. Niancha continued his charge, scattering the remaining Hor soldiers, who fled back to the camp. Unscathed, both Niancha and his horse crossed the Yellow River and returned to the Ling camp. Chao Tong and the White Tent King, finally daring to emerge from hiding, were still worried about Niancha’s safety. Chao Tong nervously asked his attendants, “Where is that rider on the white horse? Where did he go?” But no one answered, as they were all preoccupied with their own survival. Gyatsa’s Bold Challenge and Victory After another seven or eight days, Bumba Gyatsa prepared for battle. He loaded his tiger-skin bag on the right side with silver cups, equipped his leopard-skin bag on the left with a treasured bow, and strapped the renowned sword "Yasi" to his waist. Mounted on his white warhorse, "Jiaxia," he crossed the Yellow River and stopped near the Hor camp. Pulling his horse to a halt, he stood on his stirrups and called out to the camp: “Listen here, White Tent Dog King of Hor! If you’re truly brave, come out and face me. If you have a good bow, shoot it at me. If you have a fine blade, swing it at me. Don’t just hide in your stone caves like a coward. You Hor White Tent rulers and ministers! Either surrender your bodies and heads to me, or drop your saddles, lay out your rugs, and prepare some tea to serve me. Better yet, offer gifts quickly—otherwise, I’ll send your souls to the afterlife!” Gyatsa’s taunts terrified the White Tent King of Hor, who trembled all over and didn’t even dare to breathe loudly. He quietly hid in a corner. The Sinba warriors and soldiers pretended to string their bows and brandish their weapons, but no one dared to step forward. Gyatsa charged into the Hor camp, slashing left and right. The soldiers abandoned their helmets and armor and fled in all directions. Gyatsa cut down Hor warriors and horses, leaving chaos in his wake. As Gyatsa pursued the fleeing soldiers toward the outskirts of the camp, Baturu Qiangla appeared. Qiangla wore a blood-red helmet, carried blades and arrows at his waist, and rode a black warhorse as swift as the wind. Wielding his long spear, he charged straight at Gyatsa, shouting: “Bold young warrior of Ling! If you are truly wise, you should know when to stop. Reckless bravery will cost you your life! Oh, mighty War God of the Sinba, Jue La, protect me today! Let me melt this white man and his white horse like snow beneath the sun!” With that, Qiangla lunged toward Gyatsa. Gyatsa tightened his armor and prepared for combat. Though Qiangla thrust his spear three times in quick succession, Gyatsa’s armor was strong, and with the protection of the War God’s purple sash, the spear couldn’t pierce him. Seizing the opportunity, Gyatsa swung his treasured blade and sliced Qiangla’s spear in half. Realizing the situation was hopeless, Qiangla turned his horse and fled. Gyatsa, swinging his blade, chased after him, but Qiangla and his horse managed to escape into the Hor camp. Gyatsa thought to himself, “Never chase a desperate enemy. Today’s battle ends here. There will be other opportunities to let him taste the power of my Yasi treasure blade!” With that, Gyatsa returned to the Ling camp.

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The horse race was in full swing. Chao Tong, riding the Yuja horse, was leading the pack, while Joru, on his steed Jiangga Peibu, was trailing behind. Jiacha, whipping his horse forward, occasionally turned back to look at Joru, but Joru paid him no attention. Instead, Joru appeared to be enjoying the beautiful scenery, riding leisurely as if he were on a casual stroll. 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 21: Defeating Three Demons, the Divine Heir Rides Across the Racetrack; Testing the Crowd, JORu Probes Loyalty and Betrayal The Race, The Monsters, and Joru’s Conflicts The horse race was in full swing. Chao Tong, riding the Jade horse, was leading the pack, while Joru, on his steed Jang Gapeibu, was trailing behind. Gyatsa, whipping his horse forward, occasionally turned back to look at Joru, but Joru paid him no attention. Instead, Joru appeared to be enjoying the beautiful scenery, riding leisurely as if he were on a casual stroll. The grand horse race was unprecedented in scale. As the racers reached the halfway point, Joru instinctively nudged his horse’s side with his legs, and his steed sped up slightly. The other competitors whipped their horses harder, pushing forward with all their might. Chao Tong and his Jade horse remained firmly in the lead. At that moment, a small cloud resembling a sheep appeared in the sky. Strangely, it began to grow larger and larger, darkening the heavens. A clap of thunder split the sky, and it seemed as though hail was about to fall. Was this sudden change due to the unpredictable mountain weather, or were the gods displeased with the horse race? Neither. It was the work of three demonic spirits from Ayudi Mountain: Tiger-Head, Leopard-Head, and Bear-Head. The Tiger-Head demon grumbled, “Ling Gabu is holding a horse race today. All the human legs bend backward, their knees stick out forward, and their horses kick up dust and manure everywhere. They’re polluting our mountain!” “That’s right! They’re not only shaking the snowy mountains but also ruining the grasslands!” added Bear-Head, speaking clumsily but clearly agitated. Leopard-Head, always sharp-tongued, chimed in, “I don’t understand how the neighboring mountain gods tolerate these humans messing around here. If we don’t teach them a lesson today, anyone will think they can trample our sacred grounds! The merchants, horsemen, nobles, and even poor shepherds will stop offering us tributes. This is unacceptable!” The three demons agreed to retaliate. They summoned their dark army, covered the sky with clouds, and sent thunderbolts to announce their fury. Just as they were about to unleash a hailstorm, they suddenly felt uneasy. Joru had already noticed their actions. How could Joru, the son of the gods, allow demons to disrupt the grand horse race? If the three demons were not subdued, the people of Ling Gabu would suffer endlessly. In an instant, Joru threw his divine lasso into the air, capturing the three demons and binding them in front of his horse. Realizing they were in the presence of a divine child, the demons immediately lost their power. They knelt down repeatedly, begging for mercy and pledging their loyalty to Joru. Joru commanded, “Dismiss the clouds immediately, return to your mountain, and await my orders. From now on, you must not harm humans again. If you disobey, I will not forgive you.” The clouds vanished instantly, and the sunlight became brighter and more radiant than before. A celestial maiden from the Mamey region appeared and presented Joru with three treasures: a crystal vial filled with divine nectar, a key to unlock the treasures of the Gure Stone Mountain, and an auspicious silk scarf adorned with eight symbols. Joru accepted the treasures and resumed the race. Joru’s Encounter with Guru and Others In an instant, Joru caught up with the hunchback Guru, who was trailing at the back of the race. Joru, seeing Guru struggling with his hunched posture, found it amusing and decided to tease him: "I am Joru, standing tall and proud, You are Guru, bent and bowed. Why don’t we team up for this race, Together we’ll run at the same pace. If we win, we’ll split the prize in two, If we lose, we’ll share the debt too." Hearing this, Guru became agitated. He looked at Joru, with his poor and ragged appearance, and scoffed at the idea of Joru winning anything. “Team up with him?” Guru thought. “What he really means is that he wants me to share his debt!” With a stern face, Guru said, “Don’t even think about it! Guru isn’t foolish enough to pay your debts for no reason. We’ve already lost hope of winning anything. If the gods help me win, I won’t share it with you. And if you win, I wouldn’t even want your prize, let alone repay your debts! You and I are as incompatible as snow and fire. There’s no way we can work together.” Joru, still smiling, replied, “Guru, I only mean well. I see you struggling with your hunchback, and I genuinely want to help you. Are you sure you won’t regret your words?” But Guru laughed mockingly and said, “Help me? Regret? Hah! You don’t know who I am, do you? I, Guru, am the sacred camel of Ling Gabu. Without me, even the gods would decline. I am the prosperous camel of the land, bringing wealth to all. And I am the lucky camel of Ling Gabu—without me, blessings would wither away. Haven’t you heard the song sung by the people of Ling Gabu?” "The crescent moon bends beautifully, Decorating the azure sky so gracefully. The bountiful grain bends with pride, Filling the barns, feeding far and wide. The rainbow bends across the vast blue, Linking heaven and earth with its brilliant hue. A man bends his back to show his might, A woman bends hers to gain insight. Weapons bend for fierce combat, Roads bend for racers like that." Guru continued smugly, “Joru, compared to wealthy men, I may not be much. But compared to you, I’m rich! I have nine oxen, nine plots of farmland, nine sons, and nine daughters. In spring and winter, my wine never runs out, and in summer and autumn, my dairy is abundant. How could I ever team up with someone like you? I absolutely refuse!” Joru chuckled and replied, “Guru, do you think I don’t desire the golden throne and Zumu? Of course, I do. But Zumu is so perfect, and I, Joru, am so poor. The heroes competing for her are all so powerful—I don’t even know what to do. This morning, I heard Zumu say that no matter who wins the prize, it must be shared between Guru and me. That’s why I told you the truth. When I win, will you really refuse to take your share? Won’t you regret it later? Let me tell you, Guru, whether I participate in the race or not, the treasures of Gyalo, Zumu as my wife, and the throne of Ling Gabu are all destined to be mine. But since you don’t want to team up, we’ll go our separate ways. Just don’t follow behind my horse. Be careful—it might kick you!” Joru then sang, teasing Guru further: "A curved blade cuts its wielder’s hand, A bent horn blinds the eye on command. A crooked arm punches its own face, A hunchback’s mouth bites its leg in disgrace. An overturned jar holds no water, A bent rainbow is no robe for a daughter. A twisted body comes from disease, When it flares, it robs your ease. A twisted heart reflects selfish desire, Too much greed turns one into a liar. A hundred climb the mountain steep, The hunchback bends like legs for feet. A hundred stand tall, proud and straight, The hunchback lies as if it’s too late. Brothers race forward with ambition, Guru rides backward in opposition!" Joru whipped his horse and sped forward. Guru, furious, trembled with rage. He tried desperately to straighten his back and argue with Joru, but no matter how hard he tried, his hunched back remained. “That wretched Joru!” Guru thought. “Even if I can’t win the prize, I’ll make sure he doesn’t either!” Enraged, Guru began whipping his white-faced camel recklessly. The camel, confused and frightened, bucked and swayed, blocking Joru’s path. Joru laughed at Guru’s foolishness. He gently tapped his horse’s ear. The divine steed understood immediately, kicked Guru’s camel into a ditch, and swallowed Guru whole. Inside the horse’s body, Guru found himself in what looked like a golden temple with glowing red walls and shining statues. Just as Guru knelt to pray, the horse spat him out, along with a pile of dung, onto the ground. Guru landed on the dung unharmed. His camel licked his hand, and Guru stood up, trembling and disheartened. Watching Joru disappear into the distance, Guru sighed deeply, mounted his camel, and turned back. Joru’s Encounters with Beautiful Cangba Eru and Others The divine steed Jang Gapeibu carried Joru forward like the wind, overtaking one excellent horse after another and surpassing group after group of racers. Soon, Joru caught up with one of the three handsome men of Ling Gabu, Cangba Eru. Joru, seeing that there was still plenty of time, patted Jang Gapeibu's neck. The steed immediately understood that its master wanted to chat and slowed its pace. Joru observed Cangba Eru closely. Cangba Eru was indeed handsome: a glowing forehead, rosy cheeks, pearl-like teeth, and starry eyes. He wore a plain white silk robe and rode a “Tibetan Snow Mountain” horse. He was a striking figure, like a youthful nobleman dressed in radiant silver. Joru admired Cangba Eru silently but wondered whether this beautiful young man’s heart was as good as his appearance. He decided to test him. “Hey, handsome Cangba Eru, do you know who I am?” Joru called out. Cangba Eru was so focused on the race that he hadn’t noticed Joru watching him. Hearing Joru’s voice, he turned and immediately recognized him. “Of course, Joru! The people of Ling Gabu may not know every lion in the land, but no one fails to know you!” Cangba Erureplied with a smile. “Oh? Then can I ask you for a favor?” “Of course, just tell me!” Cangba Eruanswered without hesitation. “Look at the two of us. We are so different! You are so handsome, and I am so plain. You are so wealthy, and I am so poor. We live under the same sky and share the same earth—why should there be such differences? Shouldn’t we be equals? Will you help me become as handsome and rich as you?” Joru asked. He didn’t look at Cangba Eru while speaking, but when he finished, he stared at Cangba Eru intently. Cangba Eru thought to himself: “This Joru is a divine being with great power and wisdom. He is said to be a Bodhisattva who took human form to save all beings. If Ling Gabu is fortunate enough to have him, he could lead not only humans but also gods and spirits. His current disheveled appearance and his song must be a test for me.” “Well… of course, I’m willing to help you. After the race, come to my home, and I’ll share half of my wealth with you,” Cangba Eru replied, hesitating only slightly but remaining generous. “But I can’t wait that long,” Joru said. “Then what can I give you right now? Hmm… how about this? I’ll give you my precious ceremonial hat,” Cangba Eru offered. Joru, knowing the hat’s extraordinary value, had already seen that Cangba Eru’s heart matched his outward beauty. However, he wasn’t sure if Cangba Eru truly understood the significance of the hat or if he was just offering it as an ordinary gift. Joru pretended to be unimpressed. “What’s the use of a hat? Can it make me handsome or rich?” “Joru, don’t you know the value of this hat? It’s a treasure from our family shrine. You want to be handsome? Physical beauty doesn’t fill an empty stomach. True beauty isn’t just about appearance—it comes from within. Haven’t you heard the song? ‘Youthful boys are handsome with arms, Without courage, they’re just cowards. Beautiful girls shine in fine clothes, Without wisdom, they’re nothing but fools.’ “This hat may not make you more handsome, but it can give you something far greater,” Cangba Eru explained. “Oh? Then tell me,” Joru said, intrigued. “Look at the four feathers on its top—they symbolize the ability to travel unhindered across the land. And look closer: Four sides represent the four great continents, Its eight corners symbolize the eight sub-continents. Fold it, and it lies flat on two sides, Unfold it, and it forms a perfect square. Three tassels hang down gracefully, Guarding you against the Five Poisons and Three Defilements. The four sides, pure white and soft, Wearing it, your heart will shine bright. Six petals of a green lotus, Grant liberation to all beings in six realms. The high ear flaps on both sides, Endless wisdom and knowledge to guide.” “This ceremonial hat suits you perfectly, Joru. Please accept it,” Cangba Eru said sincerely. Joru, secretly delighted, took the hat and placed it on his head, tucking his old sheepskin hat into his robe. In return, he gave Cangba Eru the crystal vial and the auspicious silk scarf gifted to him by the celestial maiden, wishing Cangba Eru even more beauty and wealth. Joru then galloped forward, overtaking more riders. Soon, he spotted the fortune-teller Gunxie Tibu and thought, “Everyone says his predictions are incredibly accurate. Since there’s still time, why not let him read my fortune?” With this in mind, Joru approached Gunxie Tibu and rode alongside him. “Great Fortune-Teller, I’ve heard of your fame. Today, I, Joru, would like to ask for a reading,” Joru said with a smile. “Oh, Joru, what would you like to know?” Gunxie Tibu asked without slowing his horse. “I’ve been wondering—how did the treasures of the Jaga King, the empire of the Jhana Emperor, and the thrones of the eighteen border kingdoms come to be? None of these were won by racing fast horses. Yet here in Ling Gabu, why does the throne depend on having the fastest horse? If your horse is fast, you’re the king. If it’s slow, you’re a slave. Isn’t that strange?” “That’s not a question I can answer,” Gunxie Tibu said with a frown. “I understand. I don’t need you to answer that. I just want you to tell me—will I win the prize?” “Joru, if this were a normal day, I would lay out my prayer mat, calm my mind, and pray sincerely to the gods for guidance. But today, with horses racing and reins snapping, I can only give you a quick fortune. I hope you don’t mind,” Gunxie Tibu said. “Of course! As long as it’s accurate, I will reward you generously,” Joru replied. Gunxie Tibu prayed and cast his fortune while riding. After a few moments, he shouted excitedly, “Joru, this is an excellent omen! The first sign descends from the heavens, Symbolizing the vast sky above. It’s an omen of securing the land, A sign that you will be king of Ling Gabu. The second sign rises from the earth, Symbolizing solid foundations. It’s an omen of peace and prosperity, A sign that you will be a great ruler. The third sign emerges from the ocean, Symbolizing unity and harmony. It’s an omen of family happiness, A sign that you will marry Zumu.” Joru laughed, delighted by the accuracy of Gunxie Tibu’s fortune. He gifted the fortune-teller a pure white scarf as a token of gratitude. Joru’s Feigned Illness and the Advice of the Doctor Joru ran a bit further before suddenly groaning and clutching his chest. His face turned pale, his body appeared weak, and he fell from his saddle, collapsing to the ground. He lay there moaning, “Oh no! I’m in so much pain! It hurts so badly!” At that moment, the renowned physician Gongga Nima happened to pass by. He immediately stopped his horse and asked, “Joru, what’s wrong? Are you sick?” “Yes, Doctor. Eight years of wandering have left me with chronic illnesses. Can you give me some medicine to help?” Joru replied weakly. Gongga Nima hesitated because he didn’t have his full medicine bag with him. While he had some emergency remedies, he wasn’t sure if they could treat Joru’s condition. Seeing Joru in such apparent pain, the doctor felt pity. He dismounted, crouched beside Joru, and asked, “Joru, where does it hurt? Is the pain severe? Let me check your pulse and see if I can help.” The doctor placed his fingers on Joru’s wrist as Joru continued to complain. “Oh, it hurts so much! My upper body feels like it’s burning—like a fever scorching my heart. My waist feels icy cold—like frost stabbing into my bones. My lower body feels like it’s boiling—like hot water searing my skin. Inside, it feels like my heart is breaking apart; outside, my body feels like it’s decaying. Doctor, am I dying?” After listening to Joru and finishing his pulse check, Gongga Nima looked at him with a puzzled expression. “Joru, illnesses are caused by three imbalances: wind, bile, and phlegm. They arise from greed, anger, and ignorance. When these three mix, they cause 424 types of diseases. But your pulse… it doesn’t match your symptoms. You have no signs of illness. Your body is balanced, harmonious, and clear of impurities. Either my diagnosis is wrong, or your pulse is an illusion—or perhaps, Joru, you’re faking this illness. Joru, there’s no need for this. Your pulse is strong, your future is bright, and you will succeed in your endeavors. The prize is already yours to claim.” Hearing this, Joru immediately jumped to his feet, his sickly appearance vanishing in an instant. He smiled, draped a white scarf around the doctor’s neck, and said, “The people of Ling Gabu say you, Gongga Nima, are the most skilled physician. Now I’ve seen it for myself—you’re truly extraordinary! Doctor, I’ll see you again after the race.” Joru mounted his horse and sped off, and in no time, he caught up with the Chief Steward, Rongtsa Chagen. Joru called out cheerfully, “Uncle!” “Where have you been all this time? If you don’t catch up soon, Chao Tong will take the throne!” the Chief Steward said sternly, his tone filled with frustration. “Don’t worry, Uncle. That won’t happen. You should know better than anyone—how could the throne, destined by the heavens, be taken by a mere beast? The masters and gods can testify to this. Along the race, I’ve already done many good deeds for everyone. Of course, I’ve also seen quite a lot of excitement,” Joru said, recalling his earlier encounters, especially with the hunchback Guru, which made him laugh again. “Joru, stop treating this race like a joke. Go now! If you don’t hurry, even the gods won’t help you!” the Chief Steward said, giving Joru’s horse a firm slap on the rear. The divine steed Jang Gapeibu leaped forward like a bolt of lightning, leaving the overseer far behind.

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The Hor and Ling Gabu armies remained facing each other across the Yellow River. One day, the White Tent King gathered his ministers to discuss an important matter: the Maqin Bongla Mountain in the east was known to be a sacred and powerful place. Prolonged occupation by the Hor army might anger the mountain god. To seek the god’s protection, the White Tent King decided to send a tribute. 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 40 Praying to the Spirits, the Ling Army Receives Divine Protection; Bravely Defeating the Hor Army, Gyatsa Achieves Military Glory The Battle Over the Mountain God The Hor and Ling Gabu armies remained facing each other across the Yellow River. One day, the White Tent King gathered his ministers to discuss an important matter: the Machen Pomra Mountain in the east was known to be a sacred and powerful place. Prolonged occupation by the Hor army might anger the mountain god. To seek the god’s protection, the White Tent King decided to send a tribute. General Silatuoga was chosen to lead the mission, along with fifty knights from each of the twelve major tribes. They carried offerings, including one hundred warhorses, armor, helmets, and banners. Each soldier also brought a colorful arrow, a ceremonial scarf, a copper plate of roasted flour, and a plate of butter. When everything was ready, Silatuoga mounted his steed, "Multi-Talented Wild Goose," wearing white armor and a white helmet that looked like clouds swirling around the mountain. Accompanied by six hundred warriors and pack mules, they set out toward the mountain. On the other side of the Yellow River, Ling Gabu’s heroes noticed the movement. At first, they thought the Hor army was preparing to attack. But upon seeing their ceremonial equipment, they realized it was a mission to worship the mountain god. They quickly reported this to the Chief Steward. “If they gain the favor of the Machen Pomra Mountain God, it will be like driving a nail into the heart of Ling Gabu,” said the Chief Steward. “This is bad for us. We need to send heroes to intervene.” Gyatsa, Sipan from the Darong tribe, and Danma set out with fifty knights of the Golden Plume. They crossed the Yellow River as if they had wings and pursued the Hor group along a mountain path. They eventually intercepted them on the side of a ridge, within an arrow's distance. Gyatsa rode forward and shouted, “No one is allowed to approach the Machen Pomra Mountain God without permission from me, Bumba King! Do you dare to act recklessly before the mountain god? Watch how we Ling Gabu heroes deal with you!” Silatuoga stepped forward, fitted an arrow to his White Conch Bow, and held another arrow between his thumb and forefinger. He replied, “The Machen Pomra Mountain God is a sacred deity of all people in the southern continent. Although we Hor have not occupied this land, we are free to travel this long road and go wherever we wish!” With that, he loosed an arrow straight at Gyatsa. Gyatsa quickly dodged to the right, and the arrow grazed his left shoulder, injuring nine Golden Plume knights behind him. The arrow sparked as it flew further into the mountainside. Silatuoga shot a second arrow, which Gyatsa dodged again, but another nine knights fell behind him. The Defeat of Silatuoga and Gyatsa’s Heroism Danma shot an arrow, sending seven or eight enemy soldiers tumbling off the cliff. Seeing this, Sipan intervened and said, “We’ve killed enough. The more we kill, the heavier our sins will be. These soldiers no longer have the strength to resist. Let’s stop and catch up to Gyatsa to help him.” Danma thought for a moment, agreed, and put away his bow. Meanwhile, Gyatsa had pursued Silatuoga all the way to within an arrow’s distance of the Hor camp. Silatuoga, realizing that he was about to be caught, cried out in despair, “Oh, warriors of the Twelve Black-and-Red Tribes! Mighty Sinba! The King of Death is chasing me—come save me!” Despite his cries, Silatuoga didn’t dare to look back and kept running forward. Gyatsa, patient and precise, shot an arrow that struck Silatuoga’s horse. The horse collapsed to the ground, throwing Silatuoga off. Before Silatuoga could recover, Gyatsa caught up, drew his blade, and in one swift motion, cut Silatuoga in half. Back in the Hor camp, the soldiers were in chaos. A few knights ran back and forth, shouting, “Charge! Charge!” But not one of them dared to leave the camp. Calmly and methodically, Gyatsa removed Silatuoga’s armor and helmet, tied them to the injured horse, and began walking back toward the Ling camp. Seven or eight Sinba warriors attempted to pursue Gyatsa from a distance, but when they saw Danma and Sipan coming to reinforce him, they turned back immediately. Once the three heroes had left the area, the remaining Hor soldiers, who had been hiding near the cliff, cautiously made their way back to the Hor camp. Gyatsa's Bold Charge The next day, as the sun warmed the land, Gyatsa, the King of Bumba, was fully armored and gleaming like the full moon on a clear night. His attendant Mudadayu brought his steed, and Gyatsa mounted it with ease. He galloped toward the Hor camp like a god of war, leaping across the vast plains with unparalleled grace. At that moment, the Hor camp was holding a meeting on the lawn in front of the main tent. Sinba warrior Meruze exclaimed, “That white rider on the white horse is here again! We can’t let him harass the Hor camp anymore. Gather everyone immediately! Put on your armor, take up your weapons, and form six defensive walls. Don’t let him break through!” The soldiers quickly donned their armor, armed themselves, and formed a defensive formation as per Meruze’s orders. Meanwhile, Gyatsa, swift and fearless, crossed the Yellow River as if he had wings. He reached the Hor camp, where his presence struck terror into the hearts of the Hor soldiers. The White Tent King, unable to face him, fled from his war tent to hide in a smaller tent nearby. Anu Sipan’s Charge into the Hor Camp After delivering his bold declaration, Anu Sipan galloped across the Yellow River and charged directly into the Hor camp. His first target was the Sinba warriors’ camp, where he fought fiercely and broke through their defenses. From there, he stormed into the White Tent and Black Tent camps, slashing and cutting down enemies in his path. He collected a bundle of red, white, and black plumes, tying them to his horse as trophies of his triumph. Anu Sipan then turned his attention to the outskirts of the camp, where he encountered Hor officers Tangze Yuzhou, Tangnazejia from the Black Tent, and Jiechou Juma from the Riba tribe. Tangnazejia was the first to confront him, shouting, “Hey, you black barbarian! Stop running! Tighten your armor and prepare to die!” Tangnazejia quickly loosed an arrow aimed straight at Sipan. Sipan reined in his horse and had just drawn half of his sword when the arrow struck the exposed blade. He dodged to the right, and the arrow flew off into the distance. Tangnazejia then drew his own sword and charged at Sipan. But Sipan, with agility and precision, swung his blade first, striking Tangnazejia’s leg and causing him to fall from his horse. At that moment, Tangze Yuzhou and Jiechou arrived to back up Tangnazejia. Tangze Yuzhou shouted, “Hey, you black barbarian from Ling! Do you know where this Red Thunderbolt Arrow will land? Knocking you off your horse is no big deal. Watch closely—your body is the target!” Tangze Yuzhou fired an arrow at Sipan, but Sipan swiftly dodged behind a massive boulder. The arrow hit the boulder with a loud “crack,” shattering it into pieces. At the same time, Sipan retaliated by firing two arrows. The first arrow flew toward Tangze Yuzhou, who skillfully caught it mid-air and tucked it into his tiger-skin quiver before retreating. The second arrow struck Jiechou’s saddle, splitting it into two. Despite the intense clash, all three warriors maintained their composure. After the encounter, each retreated to their respective camps. Sipan returned to the Ling camp, where he was greeted with cheers and celebration. His brothers welcomed him back, offering tea and wine as a reward for his bravery. Sipan’s courage and skill were praised by all, and he stood proudly among the heroes of Ling.

To the northeast of Ling Gabu lies the land of the Hor people. The Heavenly Emperor of the Hor Kingdom was named Hor Saiqing, hence the Hor people were also called the Yellow Hor. 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 31 THE WHITE TENT KING SENDS FOUR BIRDS TO SEARCH FOR THE BEAUTY; THE BLACK CROW SPREADS SLANDER AND BRINGS CALAMITY The Northeast of Ling Gabu and the Search for a New Bride To the northeast of Ling Gabu lies the land of the Hor people. The Heavenly Emperor of the Hor Kingdom was named Hor Saiqing, hence the Hor people were also called the Yellow Hor. During the reign of King Jinei Haituo Du, the Yellow Hor Kingdom expanded even further, becoming wealthier and more prosperous. King Jinei Haituo Du had three sons. Because they lived in black, white, and yellow tents, they were called the Black Tent King, the White Tent King, and the Yellow Tent King. The three brothers grew up quickly and were all highly skilled in martial arts. Among them, the second son, the White Tent King, was the most talented. In the Year of the Fire Dragon, the third year of Gesar’s northern demon-slaying campaign, tragedy struck the White Tent King when his wife, Jhana’s Gas, suddenly passed away. Unable to endure the loneliness, the White Tent King gathered his ministers to discuss finding a new bride—someone renowned as the most beautiful woman in the world. After deliberation, the ministers decided to send the talking birds raised in the palace—a dove, a peacock, a parrot, and a crow—to search the world for a woman who could become the new queen. The four birds flew out as instructed. When they reached a fork in the road, the parrot said, “We four birds may be sent out like arrows, but we’re merely following orders. To find a woman who can be the White Tent King’s bride, the stepmother to Prince Lawu, the mistress of the Hor Kingdom, and the mother of the people—how can such a woman be found? Even if we find her, she may not agree to marry him. If she refuses, the king will send troops to seize her, and countless lives may be lost. When that happens, it will all be blamed on us four birds. I say we shouldn’t take on this thankless task.” “But the king sent us. How will we explain ourselves if we return empty-handed?” said the always gentle dove, worried about failing the mission. “Exactly! What will we do?” asked the beautiful peacock, spreading its colorful tail feathers in anxiety. “I think we should all go back to our homelands,” the parrot suggested. “The dove can return to Jhana, the peacock to the Yellow River, and I’ll go back to Men. As for the crow—it has no homeland, so it can settle wherever it likes.” The dove and peacock agreed, happily returning to their homes. But the crow refused to follow the parrot’s advice. Watching the other birds leave, the crow felt both anger and joy. It was angry because the more favored birds—the gentle dove, the beautiful peacock, and the clever parrot—had abandoned the king’s mission, despite being treated far better than the crow. While they were fed fine grains, the crow was given only dregs. Yet the crow was also pleased, for their departure gave it a chance to earn the king’s favor. Determined to find the most beautiful woman in the world, the crow set off with renewed resolve. The crow flew tirelessly, traveling from city to city, region to region, north to south, east to west. But no matter how hard it searched, it couldn’t find a woman who met its standards. One day, the crow arrived in the beautiful land of Ling. Tired and frustrated, it decided that if it couldn’t find the woman here, it wouldn’t return to the Hor Kingdom. Failure meant the crow would face punishment for the entire group of birds, and the White Tent King might even take its life. Ling was a stunning place, where heavenly dragons sang, cuckoos chirped melodiously, and larks filled the air with sweet songs. The crow, enchanted by this land, forgot its worries and flew freely. Without realizing it, it arrived at the Auspicious Victory Palace in the city of Dazi. Before the precious turquoise pavilion, the crow could no longer fly. It exclaimed in awe, “The most beautiful woman in the world is here!” This was the residence of Gesar’s queen, Zumu. The Lion King had left for the northern lands to slay demons three years ago and hadn’t returned. During these three years, Zumu had lost interest in dressing up. However, that day was an auspicious day in Ling. The stars in the sky, the time on earth, and the sun above were all exceptionally bright and beautiful. Zumu felt a rare sense of happiness. She recalled how Gesar had promised before leaving, “If I return early, it will be within two years; if I’m late, it won’t exceed three years. No matter what, I’ll return within three years.” Now, three years had passed. Zumu thought, Perhaps the king will return today. I should prepare myself to welcome him. She called her maids, Azhongji and Lizhongji, to help her wash her hair and dress up. Afterward, the three of them sat outside the pavilion, admiring the colorful clouds in the sky, the distant green mountains, the nearby trees, and the singing birds. Zumu’s rare good mood lifted the spirits of her maids, who happily shared cheerful stories to keep her entertained. At that moment, the crow arrived. It was stunned by Zumu’s beauty. Her radiant complexion outshone even the most vibrant lotus flower, and her elegance surpassed that of celestial maidens. Overwhelmed with joy, the crow sang: I spread my iron-black wings, Flying through heaven and earth. I’ve seen countless beautiful worlds, And countless lovely maidens, Yet not one compares To this woman’s unmatched beauty. The crow exclaimed, “Ah, Lady Zumu, your beauty is renowned, but seeing you today, I realize the truth exceeds the tales. You are Gesar’s queen, yet you sit alone in an empty room. What a pity, what a waste of your youth to live in sorrow. I am the envoy of the Hor White Tent King, searching for a bride for my king. A woman as beautiful as you would be the perfect match for him. Our king is young, strong, skilled in combat, and rules over twelve thousand households, with countless cattle and sheep. If you become his queen, you’ll enjoy wealth and luxury far beyond living here alone.” Zumu’s Anger and the Crow’s Success The crow spoke proudly, but Zumu, filled with anger, was furious. What bad luck to see this wretched bird on such a joyous day. She turned to her two companions and sang: Hey! Hey! My dear companions, We’ve herded lambs together since childhood, We’ve picked flowers together since we were young. On the land of Ling Gabu, Birds like this have never been seen. Why has this crow appeared today? Did you hear what it said? That vile demon bird said: “Zumu of the Gyalo family, Your husband is alive, yet you live as if widowed. Why stay in Ling Gabu? Why not go to the land of Hor? Would you like to be the bride of the White Tent King? Would you like to be the stepmother of Prince Lawu? Would you like to be the mistress of the Hor Kingdom? Would you like to be the mother of the Hor people? Across the roads of the world, Across Han and Tibetan lands, Compared to the prosperous Hor Kingdom, No place can match its splendor.” You wretched demon crow, Spreading bad omens by day, Bringing evil dreams by night, Spreading disasters wherever you go, Creating bad luck wherever you land! After singing, Zumu grabbed a handful of ashes and threw it at the crow. However, the ashes missed the crow and instead knocked her turquoise hair ornament to the ground. The crow quickly picked up the ornament and, flapping its wings, flew straight to the Hor Kingdom. Zumu and her two maids, Azhongji and Lizhongji, concealed the incident and didn’t tell anyone about it. Meanwhile, in the Hor Kingdom, the White Tent King grew increasingly anxious. It had been one hundred days since the four birds were sent out, yet none had returned. The king ordered his minister, Sinba Meruze, to go outside the city and investigate, hoping to hear good news about a beautiful woman. On this day, Sinba climbed to the highest point in Yaze City and looked in all directions. He saw no sign of the dove, peacock, or parrot, but noticed the crow perched on the top of a tall flagpole. Sinba asked the crow if it had brought good news for the king, but the clever crow, fearing Sinba might steal the credit, replied, “Sinba! I have nothing to say to you.” With that, the crow flew straight to the palace, landing beside the king’s throne. It placed Zumu’s turquoise hair ornament before the White Tent King. Seeing the sparkling, jade-green gem, the king knew the crow had found something significant and immediately asked, “Crow, you’ve worked hard. Quickly, tell me—where is the beautiful woman?” The black crow, feigning exhaustion, appeared hungry and thirsty. Before answering, it began to sing a song, criticizing the dove, peacock, and parrot: If you don’t know this place, It’s called the “City of a Thousand White Peaks,” Or the “City of Red Towers,” Or the “City of Ten Thousand Armor Bearers.” This is the capital of the White Tent King. Oh mighty king with the tiger hat, Hear my report as your loyal envoy: The dove, peacock, and parrot, Along with me, the crow, Were all raised by you as soul birds. The snow-white dove ate white rice, The blue peacock ate barley, The colorful parrot ate five grains, But I, the crow, was fed only dregs. Now the dove has returned to Jhana, The peacock has flown back to the Yellow River, And the parrot has returned to Men. None of them fulfilled your mission, None repaid your kindness, They betrayed your trust and loyalty. I, the humble black crow, Never forgot the White Tent King. I traveled far and wide, To every land, to every region. Across the small kingdoms of the world, Across the mountains of Han and Tibet, Though languages and customs differ, And family names are not the same, While there are many beautiful women, None are fit to be your queen, None are fit to be the stepmother of the prince, None are fit to be the mistress of your kingdom, None are fit to be the mother of your people. Hearing the crow’s account, the White Tent King was furious at the other birds and felt an overwhelming urge to punish them. To reward the crow, he ordered his guards to slaughter a sacred white sheep as a feast for it. He then asked the crow again, “Where is the beautiful woman?” The crow shook its head and refused to answer. The king, desperate, ordered the sacrifice of a long-haired sacred bull. Still, the crow shook its head, dissatisfied with the offering. Finally, the king, determined to please the crow, had a golden horse sacrificed for it. Only then did the crow stop demanding more. The Crow’s Report Seeing the White Tent King’s furious expression and murderous gaze, the crow dared not bargain anymore. It immediately sang: I, the crow, flew to Ling Gabu, To that dragon-coiled, tiger-crouched land. Heavenly dragons soared and sang in the sky, Cuckoos chirped joyfully, Larks trilled melodiously. In the magnificent palace, On the square royal carpet, Beneath the nine-pillared turquoise canopy, Lives a woman named Zumu, Truly the most beautiful woman in the world. Her skin is like white silk, Her flesh as radiant as red satin, Her eyes are as sharp and bright as a hawk’s, Her eyebrows curve like crescent moons. A single step forward is worth a hundred horses, Like a celestial maiden dancing gracefully, Even a hundred horses could not compare. A single step back is worth a hundred purple mules, Like soaring clouds across the sky, Even a hundred mules could not compare. Her thick black hair is worth a hundred oxen, Each strand like a string of pearls, Even a hundred oxen could not compare. Her smile is worth a hundred sheep, Her tongue tip forms the sacred “Ah” shape, Even a hundred sheep could not compare. She is the pinnacle of earthly beauty, The ornament of all daughters of the land. Among the women of Ling, She is the finest of them all. In winter, she is warmer than the sun, In summer, she is cooler than the moon. Her scent surpasses flowers, Bees swarm around her in delight. Though there are countless beauties in this world, Only she is worthy of the king. She was once Gesar’s beloved queen, Known as the renowned Zumu. Gesar ventured north to slay demons, Leaving her behind to guard an empty room. Don’t miss this chance to take her, Her turquoise hair ornament is proof, And only I, the crow, am truly loyal. “Wonderful! The gods have granted me this opportunity. I’ll bring her here immediately!” exclaimed the White Tent King. The White Tent King’s Ambition and Sinba’s Advice The White Tent King didn’t want to hear any more of the crow’s chatter. He was eager to bring Zumu to his side immediately. Minister Sinba Meruze, who overheard the conversation between the king and the crow, grew uneasy. He thought: Waging war against Ling Gabu without cause not only violates the heavens’ compassion but will also bring disaster to the people. Though Ling Gabu is small, the Lion King Gesar is incredibly powerful. How can we win an unjust war? Why can’t the king see this? Hoping to stop the king from making a mistake, Sinba advised, “My king, we have lived in peace with Ling Gabu for many years without conflict. Is it worth starting a war over one woman? Even if you capture Zumu, do you think the Lion King will let this go? Please reconsider your decision.” Sinba continued, “Perhaps we should send the disaster bird to investigate Ling Gabu before taking any action.” But the White Tent King dismissed Sinba’s advice. He was entirely focused on obtaining Zumu and said, “Our Yellow Hor Kingdom is stronger than Ling Gabu in every way—land, soldiers, and leadership. That poor boy Gesar has no real skills. If we strike first, we will surely win. We’ll wipe out the Ling people completely, and no misfortune will come upon us. However, sending the disaster bird to investigate is still a good idea.” The disaster bird was ordered to fly to Ling Gabu and scout its current condition. Zumu’s Unease and Nightmare Meanwhile, in Ling Gabu, Zumu had been feeling uneasy ever since her encounter with the crow and the loss of her turquoise hair ornament. Her maids, Azhongji and Lizhongji, were also anxious. They noticed that their queen, who had recently shown signs of joy, now looked even more worried. That night, Zumu had a terrible dream. She dreamed of mountains collapsing, floods engulfing Ling Gabu’s homes, and cattle and sheep being swept away. In her nightmare, she saw demonic hawks flying chaotically, wolves descending from the mountains, horses scattering, and livestock being taken away. Zumu woke up in terror, drenched in sweat. She remembered the dream that Meisa had once told her about and how Meisa had been captured by the black demon afterward. Zumu thought: Could a disaster be about to strike Ling Gabu? It must be! And this disaster may fall upon me. “Oh, my king, it’s been three years. Why haven’t you returned?” Overwhelmed by fear, Zumu missed Gesar more than ever. She woke her maids and told them about her dream. Her maids were horrified. “Queen, this is terrible! Meisa had a nightmare before she was taken. A few days ago, the black crow came to propose for the Hor King. Could it be that the Hor Kingdom is planning to invade and take you?” The Disaster Bird and Ling Gabu’s Alarm The queen and her maids were filled with panic and unease. At that moment, the massive disaster bird from the Hor Kingdom arrived at the sacred grounds of Ling Gabu, where heavenly dragons roared. It landed on the top of the nine-pillared turquoise canopy. Suddenly, a sturdy golden pillar cracked, the strong ropes holding the canopy snapped, and the ruby pulley used to tighten the ropes broke apart. The entire canopy began to sway dangerously. Zumu rushed to the entrance and saw an incredibly hideous and ferocious bird perched on the canopy. She shouted, “Brave warrior Yuda! Come quickly! There’s an ugly bird on the roof of the canopy. Can you shoot it down?” Yuda fetched his bow and arrows, but the dazzling radiance of the disaster bird’s feathers intimidated him, and he didn’t dare to shoot. Instead, he went inside the tent and looked at the bird’s twelve tail feathers through the skylight. He shot an arrow, knocking the tail feathers to the ground, but the disaster bird flew away. Afterward, the disaster bird thoroughly scouted Ling Gabu, flying all over the land. Once its mission was complete, it returned to the Hor Kingdom. Zumu turned to her maid Lizhongji and said, “First, the black crow came to propose, and now the disaster bird has come to spy on us. This can’t be a good sign. Go and report this to Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen immediately.” Having witnessed these ominous signs alongside her mistress, Lizhongji was also deeply worried. She hurried to the Chief Steward’s tent and reported everything about the black crow and the disaster bird. However, the Chief Steward dismissed her concerns, saying, “How could such things happen in this dragon-coiled, tiger-crouched land? There’s an old saying: ‘Mules can’t run far, and women’s words can’t be trusted.’ The divine tribes of Ling are as calm as solidified yogurt. Why are you stirring up trouble like blood in water? What good will this do?” Lizhongji replied, “There’s another saying: ‘The sun will rise because the heavens push it forward.’ I’m not stirring up trouble. The queen sent me to deliver this message. She’ll be here shortly. Let her decide what to do. In the meantime, please gather the divine tribes for a meeting.” Hearing this, the Chief Steward immediately ordered the drums to be beaten and the conch shells to be blown. Letters were sent out like snowflakes falling from the sky, and messengers flew like birds, summoning the people of Ling Gabu. They were instructed to gather at Datang Chamao at sunrise the next day. Notes Saiqing : Means "big yellow"; Hor Saiqing refers to "Yellow Hor." Sinba : Originally means "butcher," but here it refers to a hero.

On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the year of Renwu, the fifth anniversary of Jue Ru’s birth in Ling, he had a dream at dawn. In this dream, he received a prophecy from his master, Pema Tötreng: 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 9: Receiving the Prophecy and Being Banished Through Illusions The Prophecy of Pema Tochin On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the year of Renwu, the fifth anniversary of Joru’s birth in Ling, he had a dream at dawn. In this dream, he received a prophecy from his master, Pema Tochin: "Listen, divine child Joru! There is something you must know. The young fledgling of the king of birds, With a feather that rides the wind, If it does not take to the skies, What difference do six wings make? The descendant of the courageous beast king, With green mane and three skills, If it does not climb the snowy peaks, What use is the mastery of the three arts? A divine child born into the human world, Possessing invincible powers, If it does not conquer the world, What meaning do these powers hold? Born in the beautiful land of Ling, Living by the banks of the Yellow River, In the blessed land of Lotus Valley, On the auspicious day of the first of the first month in the year of Jiashen, Great events shall unfold, And the six tribes will naturally come under your command." After singing, Pema Tochin spoke quietly by Joru’s ear for a long time before vanishing into the air. Joru firmly remembered his master’s words. He decided to follow his master’s prophecy to leave Ling and journey to the Yellow River Valley. However, to leave Ling, he would need to follow the methods instructed by his master. Joru's Strange Attire and Decision to Depart One day, Joru said to his mother, Guomu: "Mother, I need a hat for my head, shoes for my feet, and proper clothes for my body." After saying this, he left, riding his magical staff named Jiangga Beiga. When Joru reached Saiyu Mountain, he killed three demon brothers in the form of antelope spirits. From their remains, he made an ugly hat with antelope horns sticking upright from it. Later that night, he sneaked into the cow pen of the old Chief Steward and killed seven cow demons. From their hides, he made a crude leather coat with cow tails tied to it, dragging behind him. At midnight, he entered Chao Tong’s horse pen, killed the horse demon, and crafted an ugly pair of red bird-skin boots. He even sewed grass roots upside down onto the boots for decoration. When Guomu saw Joru dressed in such frightening and unappealing attire, she was both puzzled and concerned. She asked him why he had done this. Joru replied: "As the saying goes, solving your own problems is better than relying on the golden decrees of officials; taking charge of your own destiny is better than sitting on a thousand golden thrones. I want to leave the land of the Ben clan. This way, I will have no superiors above me, no subordinates beneath me, and even if the entire world becomes my enemy, I will have nothing to fear. Since we have no family wealth, there is no need to worry about preserving it. Since we have no close relatives, we do not need to waste energy on maintaining appearances or pleasing others. Let us go, mother. Wherever the sun is warm and the land is peaceful, we will go there." Joru Turns Into a Demon in the Eyes of the People Guomu didn’t object to Joru’s plans, so he continued with his preparations. Transforming his living space into a horrifying scene, Joru made mountains of flesh and seas of blood. He used human flesh as food, human blood as drink, and human skin as rugs. This terrifying transformation frightened not only humans but also gods and demons. Even the fierce Rakshasas were horrified. Rumors began to spread that Joru, the divine child, had turned into a demon, a red-faced Rakshasa. Yet, no one dared to confront him. Joru Defeats the Rakshasa and Water Demon Joru and his mother traveled to the banks of the Lancang River. Suddenly, Joru recalled that there was a Rakshasa demon living on a mountain across the river who preyed on children. Determined to vanquish her, he asked his mother to tie him to the back of a twin foal and send him across the river. Upon reaching the opposite shore, Joru saw the Rakshasa feasting on four or five children. He greeted her, saying: "Long life to you, Rakshasa sister! Please give me some fire, and I will share a great idea with you." The Rakshasa asked suspiciously: "If I give you fire, what idea could you possibly offer me?" Joru replied: "You’ve been living here, eating nothing but children. Why not move to the mountain on the opposite side? There you might find better opportunities." The Rakshasa frowned: "But I have no way to cross the river." Joru cunningly tied the Rakshasa’s neck to the tail of his twin foal and said: "Follow me, and I will show you the way." When they reached the center of the river, Joru used all his strength to pull the foal’s tail, breaking the Rakshasa’s neck. She immediately sank to the bottom of the river. Later, Joru and his mother arrived at Snakehead Mountain Pass, where they encountered a narrow path resembling a child’s throat. Here, they met a water demon who was out hunting. Sensing it was the right moment to strike, Joru told his mother: "Mother, wait here. Let me go ahead and check if the road is safe." As he approached the path, the water demon opened its enormous mouth, waiting to devour him. Joru silently prayed to the gods and tied an iron hook to the end of an eighty-foot leather strap. He cast the hook into the demon’s body, piercing its heart, and dragged it out of the water, killing it. Living in Snakehead Mountain Pass and Creating a Terrifying Scene Following these battles, Joru and his mother settled in Snakehead Mountain Pass. Joru began hunting by climbing mountains to catch deer and throwing stones at wild horses. He killed the surrounding wildlife and used their remains to create a horrifying scene. He built walls from dead flesh, encircled his home with animal skulls, and let rivers of blood flow into pools. He also captured merchants passing through the nearby mountain valleys, locking them in cells. When hungry, he ate human flesh; when thirsty, he drank human blood. He used human skin as cushions and scattered corpses across the area. This horrifying display frightened even ghosts and demons. Rakshasas were disgusted, and the eight classes of malevolent beings were terrified. Joru’s actions completely cut off trade and travel in the region for about a year and a half. The Hunters and the Old Steward's Concerns One day, seven hunters from the Darong clan came to the area near Joru’s dwelling to hunt. Before they began hunting, they camped in the forest overnight. Joru summoned seven black men and seven black horses and ordered them not to let the hunters leave for three months. He blessed the hunters and horses to prevent them from dying during this time. Later, Joru created an illusion, making it appear as if he had killed the seven hunters and their horses. He arranged their bodies into a pile. When people came to search for the missing hunters and horses, they saw what appeared to be human and horse corpses. Rumors spread quickly: "The hunters were eaten by Joru." However, no one dared approach him. Hearing of these events, the old Chief Steward Rongtsa Chagen became deeply worried. From the omens, Joru was undoubtedly a divine child sent to conquer demons. But his behavior now seemed to violate the laws of Ling. If left unchecked, the laws of Ling would be destroyed. The Prophecy from Langman Gam and Joru's Exile The old steward Rongtsa Chagen was filled with worry. One night, in a half-dreaming, half-awake state, he saw Gesar's celestial aunt, Langman Gam, descending from the heavens on a white lion without a saddle. She spoke to him in a prophetic tone: "Oh great chief on a golden throne, Listen carefully, Rongtsa Chagen! The young fledgling of the king of birds Appears to have fallen into another’s hands. But when the time comes to spread its wings, If it does not reach the branch of the wish-fulfilling tree, The dust of the master’s house will scatter. The jewel on the head of a venomous serpent, Though temporarily in the hands of the poor, Without the fortune to use it, It will fall to a stronger protector, For the poor cannot claim it forever. The divine child has taken human form, Born in an auspicious place. If he does not establish a base to subdue demons— The lands on both sides of the Yellow River— What use is it for him to remain in Ling? On the lands between the Lancang and Jinsha rivers, Elephants find the paths too narrow, And racing horses find the routes too short, While the distance to educate the Hor people is too far. The signs and omens that appear upside-down, Indicate misfortune for the white-war god. To cleanse Ling's laws from corruption, Do not let Joru remain—banish him. Within three years, The Lancang and Jinsha will be covered by white silk. Wild horses will raise their hooves to the heavens, And the white conch pillars in the Yellow River Valley Will be adorned with five treasures." After delivering this prophecy, Langman Gam disappeared. Rongtsa Chagen felt as though a great clarity had dawned upon him, and his recent worries were instantly resolved. The Decision to Inform Joru of His Exile At this time, the Darong clan sent a servant to report to the chief steward Rongtsa Chagen about Joru. The servant exaggerated the story of how Joru had brutally killed and eaten the seven hunters. Annoyed by the servant’s endless complaints, Rongtsa Chagen stroked his beard and said: "Are these rumors even reliable? After all, Joru is the brother of the Bumba King. As the saying goes, a person capable of swallowing the sea must have a heart as vast as the sky; a person able to lift mountains must have strength as great as the earth. I think it’s best to leave them alone. Joru and his mother are relatives of the Dragon King. Even if they are Rakshasas or demons, there’s nothing we can do. If even Chao Tong, Ling’s most skilled sorcerer, doesn’t dare confront Joru, what can we possibly do?" After dismissing the servant, Rongtsa Chagen went to Gyatsa and shared Langman Gam’s prophecy with him. The two of them, now knowing the divine will, agreed to keep the matter a secret. On the eighth day of the month, under Chao Tong’s insistence, a grand Ling Council was convened. In front of everyone, Chao Tong said: "Brother Rongtsa Chagen, nephew Gyatsa, and all the sons and daughters of the sacred Ling nation gathered here today, this meeting is not meant to trouble my nephew Joru. Think of me, the Darong King—when have I not prioritized the honor of Ling? For me, Joru is like the saying goes: 'The body feels no pain, but the heart suffers from a great illness.’ I always wonder if he has been bewitched by the Rakshasa demons. What kind of exorcism ritual should we perform? How do we cure him of his madness?" Chao Tong exaggerated Joru’s actions even further in front of the council and declared that they must consult an oracle. When the divination was performed, the result stated: "Only by removing Joru can Ling achieve peace." Rongtsa Chagen Sings of Justice, and the Council Prepares for Exile The prophetic result caused Gyatsa great worry. Rongtsa Chagen, stepping forward, addressed the council with a song: "In the land of Ling, in Datang Chamao, Listen carefully to Rongtsa Chagen’s song. Like the Tibetan saying goes: Butter, meat, and sugar are delicious, But eating too much can still make you sick. Though Joru, the divine child, May temporarily harm Ling, Ling’s fortunes may appear to have ended, But this is merely a jest to make you think. As long as there is moisture in the earth, Green grass will always grow again. As long as destiny is etched on the brow, Misfortune can turn into blessings. A brave young man, No matter how many enemies he faces, Will still seize the spoils of war. Hear these truths, people of the six tribes. The law is as solemn as water, And we must trace it to its source. If you claim Darong hunters were killed, Who can truly prove it was Joru’s doing? Now you wish to exile Joru from Ling, Punishing him as a lawbreaker. But tell me, how will you drive him away? With a hundred lamas blowing conch shells? With a hundred youths firing arrows? Or with a hundred women scattering ashes? If Joru is innocent, If he has not harmed a single life, When the truth is revealed, Who will bear the burden of false accusations? Joru is a descendant of the noble Mukpo Dong clan, And the grandson of the Dragon King Zuna. If he is punished without guilt, it is unjust. Therefore, Gyatsa Xiega, listen carefully— The task of preparing for his exile, Everything he needs, it falls on you. Now, from the Datang assembly ground, Who among Ling’s brave youths, Dares to stand and say: ‘I will go?’ Whoever is willing to take the task, Come forward and state your name. People of Ling’s six great tribes, Remember these words in your hearts." Despite Rongtsa Chagen’s plea for fairness, the council ultimately decided to exile Joru. Danma Volunteers to Approach Joru After the council decided to exile Joru, no one dared to deliver the message to him. Gyatsa sighed sorrowfully and said: "Since none of the brothers here are willing to go, I will personally inform my younger brother." Seeing Gyatsa’s deep sadness, the minister Danma Jangcha stepped forward and said: "Honorable Gyatsa, please remain seated on your golden throne. Allow me, Danma, to take on this mission." Danma Jangcha mounted his horse and rode to Joru’s dwelling. Upon arrival, he was confronted with a horrifying sight: a tent made of human skin, ropes woven from intestines, short walls constructed of human and horse corpses, and a mountain of bones piled high. Danma was terrified but began to suspect that such a vast number of corpses could not be real. He concluded that these must have been illusions created by Joru. Gaining his courage, Danma removed his hat and waved it toward Joru. Joru quickly ran down the slope and invited him into the tent. When Danma approached the tent, the terrifying scene vanished like smoke. The corpses disappeared, and the unclean illusions dissolved. Inside the tent, a delightful fragrance filled the air, bringing peace to the heart and clarity to the mind. Joru treated Danma with divine food and drink. Their exchange was warm and close, like that of a ruler and his loyal minister. Joru shared many prophecies with Danma and hinted at his true nature. Deeply moved, Danma vowed: "In every lifetime, I will serve as your minister, never to be separated." Joru replied: "Minister Danma, return to Ling and tell them you did not dare approach me directly, but merely called out from afar. The things I told you and what you have seen—keep them secret for now. Remember this! Remember this!" Joru's Exile and the People's Reactions Danma returned to Ling and told the council: "Joru is truly a living Rakshasa." At that moment, news arrived that a few more people from Ling had been eaten by Joru. Chao Tong immediately commanded: "Everyone, put on your armor, helmets, and arm yourselves!" Gyatsa, however, disagreed, saying: "There is no need to make such a fuss. Simply send the Darong officials to deliver the message, make him repent for his actions, and exile him from the land. There’s no need to disturb others." The old chief steward Rongtsa Chagen ordered one hundred women to each carry a handful of ashes to curse and drive Joru away. However, Gyatsa felt deeply uneasy and said: "Joru is a descendant of the noble Mukpo Dong clan, the grandson of the Dragon King Zuna Rinchen, my heart’s own brother, and Guomu’s firstborn son. To curse him with ashes would be disrespectful to the war god. Such actions are inappropriate. However, to uphold the laws of Ling, we can replace the ashes with a hundred handfuls of tsampa to drive him away." Guomu and Joru were summoned before the council. Joru wore his ugly antelope-skin hat, his crude cowhide coat, and his bright red horsehide boots. He rode his magical staff, Jiangga Beiga. However, he dressed his mother, Guomu, in such stunning attire that she looked even more beautiful than before. She rode a fine steed, Zhulotuo Jia, appearing as radiant as the rising sun. When the people of Ling saw them, their minds were immediately captivated. They began murmuring among themselves: "How pitiful Joru is!" "How beautiful Guomu is!" The hearts of the Ling people were moved, and they forgot all the frightening stories they had heard. They became deeply concerned for Joru’s fate, tears welling up in their eyes. Joru's Farewell and the Divine Signs of His Departure Gyatsa had already prepared horses, pack animals, supplies, and escorts for Joru’s journey. Everything was ready for his departure. Joru, reluctant to leave his brother, spoke in a low voice that only Gyatsa could hear: "Brother Gyatsa, I am leaving because the time foretold by the gods has come. After I leave, you need not worry about me. I do not need the escorts, the supplies, or anything else that has been prepared. The mountain god Machen Pomra and the land spirits of the Yellow River Valley have already sent their envoys to welcome me, and they arrived here yesterday." Gyatsa was suddenly enlightened and was about to respond to Joru when Joru turned to address the crowd. Standing tall, he declared: "Good people of Ling, I, Joru, have not done anything to harm sentient beings. In time, you will understand this. Though I am being exiled without guilt, it is due to my uncle’s command; though this decision is unjust, it is the result of past karma. After I leave, you must act with kindness and discern the truth of this situation. For now, under my uncle’s stern order, I will not linger but will move forward immediately." Having said this, Joru mounted his magical staff, Jiangga Beiga, and headed north from the Jipu region. The lamas blew conch shells to curse and drive Joru away, but the sound seemed to welcome him instead, resonating warmly before him. Warriors shot arrows to banish the demon, but the arrows fell before Joru like offerings of colorful banners. The tsampa offerings, meant to drive him away, drifted down like snowflakes, landing gently in Guomu’s hands as if they were blessings. Guomu cried out loudly: "Forgive us, revered Pema Tochin master, Yidam Wangchen Repa, Dakinis Yeshe Gyatso, goddess Langman Gam, life goddess Juwei Jema, sister-in-law Guojia Gamu, brother Dongchung Garbu, younger brother Longshu Weichung, war god Nendama Bu, father King Zuna Rinchen, mountain god Gezuo Nianbu, and regional deity Jiji Daring—please watch over me and my son and protect us on our journey. May the blessings of Ling’s people, wealth, and prosperity follow us like rivers flowing into the sea, like foals following mares, like children following their parents!" Her voice echoed through the mountains, and the spirits of the thirteen valleys, along with the forested mountains and the deity Jiji Daring, seemed to gather in the direction of Guomu and Joru’s path. To this day, the terrain of the Jipu region retains the shape it had at that time.