The day my family and I went to Ta 'er Temple from Xining happened to catch up with an 80-year-old living Buddha practice meeting. Cars outside the temple are full of troubles, and the temple is crowded.
A T-shaped mountain road is crowded with believers. At that time, there was a low and sometimes passionate Tibetan chanting sound from the loudspeaker on the roadside. When chanting, several little lamas quickly distributed red cloth strips to the believers, then carried a small bucket, soaked the wheat ears in clear water and sprinkled them on the heads of the believers, and then sprinkled a fine plant growing on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
I didn't expect to see with my own eyes the grand occasion of the Tibetan Living Buddha Practice Association and the scene of Tibetans' sincere worship of Buddha. These can only be seen on TV and movies, which makes me pay tribute. When the little Lama distributed a little yogurt to each believer with a spoon and began to recycle red cloth strips, the day's dharma meeting was over. I heard from a believer that you can see the living Buddha the day after tomorrow.
On the third day, we arrived at Ta 'er Temple from Xining, only to learn that the living Buddha had met the believers the day before. The family was very depressed when they heard someone say that they could go to the temple on the mountain to see the living Buddha. We walked on the winding mountain road with a group of believers who wanted to see the living Buddha. The last section of the road is steep, giving people the feeling of soaring. A middle-aged woman pushed her old mother in a Mongolian robe in a wheelchair and couldn't get up under the "hurricane". She knew at a glance that she also wanted to meet the living Buddha. My family and I hurried down to help push it up. The middle-aged woman said in blunt Chinese, "Mom is very lucky and helpful."
When I arrived at the temple, I was blocked by the Lama in the temple. A Lama said, "The living Buddha has been doing rituals for four days, and he has to recite the scriptures behind closed doors for three days, but he can't see anyone. Come back next year! "
The middle-aged woman pushed her old mother in a wheelchair and said, "Mom is 88 years old and can't come next year."
Seeing this scene, a self-proclaimed "nameless" Lama called the big disciple of the living Buddha with his mobile phone, especially mentioning his 88-year-old mother. The great disciple of the living Buddha is working at the foot of the mountain, and it will take some time to get up the mountain. While waiting, the old mother seemed to be unwell, and her daughter hurried down the mountain. "Nobody" found that the old mother was missing and hurried down the mountain to look for it.
The great disciple of the living Buddha has finally arrived. Because of the 88-year-old mother's departure, the reasons for disturbing the living Buddha to recite scriptures behind closed doors are pale and powerless. Even a middle-aged man with a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills who claimed to support the living Buddha was rejected by the temple. The eldest disciple of the living Buddha walked into the temple and took out an enlarged photo of the living Buddha, saying it was for his 88-year-old mother. At this time, the "nameless" did not catch up with the old mother, and has embarked on the road of "take off". Seeing that everyone was still unwilling, "Unknown" asked everyone to stand together, took a group photo with their mobile phones, and ensured that the living Buddha could see everyone's images.
I still felt sorry for my 88-year-old mother when I went down the mountain. She may have missed the opportunity to see the living Buddha, and she didn't know that the temple specially sent her photos of the living Buddha and left no image of herself. But I think, the living Buddha will know her coming, know her wishes, and ... just as the "nameless" said-as if seeing the Tathagata of Katsumi.