Chapter 2 Butter Tea

Walking aimlessly on the streets of Lhasa, I am the greatest king.

Looking up, I saw a shop selling ghee, and the lady was dressed in Tibetan clothes and looked kind. She greeted me warmly, the shop was small and could only sit on the side of the road, she helped me pour butter tea and eat a fried snack - sprinkles. I asked her why the ghee was yellow, and she said that it was only because the yak had eaten the yellow Kelsang flowers, and at this moment the Aba grassland was full of Kelsang plums, and if you were lucky enough to find the eight-petaled flower, you would find happiness, which is God's will.

　　The Tibetans of Aba are rich, they have hundreds of thousands of incomes every year, guarding the grasslands, they have found happiness, and the mysterious Buddhist academy, Seda, is full of fantasy, and everywhere carries the auspiciousness of the Buddha. She told me that the Buddhist woman was called Ram, and I called her Ram, and she smiled and nodded. This humble little shop will buy 120,000 kilograms of ghee every year, with a difference of 10 yuan per kilogram and a net profit of 1.2 million. I looked at her in surprise, and she just smiled and said lightly, our people there, who are poor, who have lost, everyone will take out their own money to help him, and there is no need for him. I asked her why, and she said it was the Buddha's indoctrination.

　　Butter tea drank cup after cup, and it was a long-lost taste, like a mother's milk, bringing me a calm warmth. Ram always had a smile on his face, and when he said goodbye, she told me to go to Aba, to Seda, to look for the eight-petaled Gesang flower.

　　As night fell, the people of the Potala Palace Square gathered more and more, and people gathered in a circle and danced Tibetan-style dances in the music of the square, at this time there was no ethnicity, no gender, no language, only cheerful rhythm and bright smiles. Looking up, I saw the round moon, quietly sticking its head out of the clouds, looking gently at the earth. The lamp of the Potala Palace was finally lit, reflected in the night of Meran, solemn and solemn.

That night, the Buddha whispered to me with beautiful Kelsang flowers.

The Buddha said: One day, a swallow flew from the temple, listened to the monk chanting every day, gradually had Buddha nature, and gradually fell in love with him, that year she was so fascinated by it, she was even more reluctant to leave, she forgot to fly to the south, that winter was too cold, she could no longer hear the monk's chanting. In the next life, she cultivated into a beautiful girl. One day, she came to the temple to worship the Buddha, met him who was chanting, the sound of the sea tide, awakened her memories of her past life, since then, she lived in a thatched hut not far from the temple, every day came to the temple to listen to his chanting, never left. In another life, she became the emperor's most beloved princess, but she was depressed all the time and could not be open-faced. The emperor took her to the temple to incense, when he was already a high-ranking monk, looking at each other, they recognized each other, but they still had no chance in this life. The princess never recovered from this illness, and he chanted for her every day for seven days and forty-nine days. Before the princess died, she told the emperor not to blame the monk, he was related to the next life. On the tenth day after the princess left, he finally got the Fa-rectification. Seeing the Buddha, he pleaded for reincarnation. The Buddha asked why he had to go back after practicing for three lifetimes to get rid of the suffering of samsara? He said, because I promised her that she would have a chance in the afterlife.

Looking up, he saw that the Buddha's eyes were full of tears, and it turned out that the Buddha also had feelings.

　　I asked eagerly: Where is he?

　　The Buddha said: He is in your heart and never leaves.

　　I asked again: Why can't I find it?

　　The Buddha said: Because of attachment.

　　I asked again: Why can't I see it?

　　I was not reconciled and continued to ask: Please tell me, how can I get him back to me?

　　The Buddha said: Let go of attachment and he will come back to you.

　　I asked the Buddha: What is attachment?

　　The Buddha said: You look at your own mind?

　　I looked down and saw the heart, full of dust...

　　I asked again: How do I let go of obsession?

　　The Buddha said: First wash the mind! Then love with the heart to awaken his memory.

　　I asked the Buddha sadly: Why did he forget?

　　The Buddha said: He has not forgotten, but he does not dare to come closer.

　　I finally smiled, burst into tears, and said to the Buddha:

I get it.

　　The Buddha also smiled, burst into tears, and said to me:

Love, is practice, go! go! go!