Fletcher Tashi Among the Monks Chapter 3

There are hundreds of mules and horses drinking water and resting on the edge of Yangcuoyong Lake. There are large parcels of goods piled on the beach, which is very spectacular at first glance. The beautiful young master Baxter Qimei was wearing a Tibetan robe made of Hangzhou silk. He was surrounded by servants wearing purple-red Pulu, which made him look very eye-catching. Chimei Baxter Qimei was the son of Delekalun. He had just returned from India with his pack team. At this time, he was waiting for Guotou Gangzhu from the pack team to come back and take him to Xiamai Manor to rest. But he saw Gangzhu running back in shock and crawling. As soon as he saw the beautiful Jeb, he shouted loudly: "Master, Master, it's not good, something happened!"

Seeing his panic, Baxter Qimei cursed: "Is there a ghost chasing you?"

"Master, there is a plague in the village and everyone is dead." Gangzhu said breathlessly.

"Have you seen Controller Xia Mai?" Baxter Qimei asked in surprise.

"I saw it. It's on the ground... lying on the ground."

"No one left?"

"The village is full of dead people and the stench is stench. Master, go away quickly, stay away from here, if you are attacked, we will be dead..."

Jeb was disgusted by its beauty. Suddenly, he saw a dark area in the distance with shaking figures. It turned out that hundreds of disaster victims, supporting the elderly and the young, were walking this way. Gangzhu reacted immediately and shouted: "The victims are the victims who are sick. Master, they are here, what should we do?"

Baxter Qimei Qimei jumped up, flew on his horse, and ordered loudly: "Don't let them come near, damn you, hurry up!... Stop them! Don't let them come!"

At this time, the victims also saw them. An old serf recognized that these were the pack team and the young master of the Dele family. He shouted happily: "That is the pack team of the Dele family. It is the young master of the Dele family." Okay, it's good now, we are saved." He ran towards the caravan in three steps and two steps at a time, and everyone followed him.

Gangzhu ran forward and shouted, "Don't come over! Stop, do you hear me? Stop!"

The old serf stopped and shouted to Baxter Qimei: "Young Master, we are serfs of Xiamai Manor."

Baxter Qimei clasped his sleeves to his mouth and asked loudly: "Everyone in the village is dead, how come you are still alive?"

The old serf cried bitterly: "Master, there is a plague and many people died. We escaped without contracting the disease..."

"You are not infected? Why are you half dead?"

"We haven't eaten tsampa in several days!"

"Then keep running away, as far away as possible!"

"Master, we are serfs in your house. Where can we escape? When you come, we will be saved. Take us to Lhasa." The old serf begged. The victims also shouted: "We can't return to the village, there is no way to survive. Master, take us with you..."

Baxter Qimei Qimei rode on his horse and shouted at them: "Stop, don't come near! Stop! These damn plagues! You want to kill me!"

The crowd didn't listen to his shouts at all and continued to crowd forward. Qimei Jeb was so angry that he had no choice but to fire two shots into the crowd. When the guys in the pack team saw the young master firing, they also shot at the victims. Suddenly, gunshots rang out, and some victims fell down, dead or injured, and some lay on the ground trembling. The uninjured victims panicked and scattered in all directions. Seeing that the victims had retreated, Baxter Qimei turned his horse around and left as if fleeing. Upon seeing this, Gangzhu urged the guys on the pack team to lead the mules and horses to evacuate quickly. Behind them was a mass of death and injury, a miserable sight.

After Qimei Jeb's caravan ran to another corner of the lake, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly slowed down. As Gangzhu walked, he looked at Baxter Qimei on the horse strangely, but he hesitated to speak.

Baxter Qimei noticed something strange about Gangzhu and scolded him: "Are you holding your urine?"

Gangzhu choked for a long time before saying, "Master, I haven't peed. I have something to say..."

"explain!"

"Master, I saw a man in the village. I don't know if he is human. He looks just like you."

Baxter Qimei was furious when he heard this. He raised his whip and whipped Gangzhu's body, cursing: "I think you are frightened out of your wits!"

Gangzhu muttered: "I knew you had to hit me, so I didn't say anything."

However, Baxter Qimei suddenly became interested and pressed: "Tell me! Is that person alive or dead?"

"The one alive is a lama named Fletcher Tashi. He is wearing a crimson monk's robe and is still rescuing people in Xiamai Manor... That man has a kind face and kind eyes, and he looks like he was born to the same mother as you. "

"Damn slave, you're looking for a whip!" Baxter Qimei got angry when he heard this and hit Gangzhu with his whip.

Baxter Qimei was only focused on beating the steel beads, but he did not notice the two herdsmen hiding behind the rocks. Their expressions were sneaky and full of murderous intent, and they were looking towards Dele's caravan. After the two herdsmen confirmed that the person on the horse was Baxter Qimei, they mounted their fast horses and ran towards the distance.

Delekalun's condition became more and more serious. Lorelei covered him with several quilts, but he still complained that he was cold. Lorelei was so worried that he sent his housekeeper Wangchuk to ask for the Tibetan doctor Gyatso Lama. Not long after, Wangchuk rushed back out of breath. He whispered to Lorelei: "Lama Gyatso is missing. It seems... Rinchen sent someone to call him away yesterday and never came back." "

Lorelei's heart tightened. He must be the one behind this damn Rinqin! If we can't find a Tibetan doctor, what should we do about the master's illness? Lorelei was restless in anxiety. A servant came in to report, and Rinchen Galun asked for an audience outside the house. They were really pressing forward step by step. While Lorelei asked Wangchuk to report to Master Delek, he personally welcomed Rinchen Kalon into the living room.

Rinqin encountered the assassination and was only slightly frightened, with no superficial injuries. The grenade killed his mount and two slaves. Officials from the municipal government office who investigated the scene found a new British-made grenade ring, some bomb fragments and a leftover can made in India. Judging from these physical evidences, the assassins came from the British-Indian side. This was not beyond Rinchen's expectation. Delekalun was an upright man and would not do such a despicable thing. The assassin should be from the Snowland Comrades Association. Last month, the Lhasa local government notified the British-Indian Kalimpong authorities to take down this illegal organization. It must be a desperado who slipped through the crackdown and came to Lhasa to seek revenge. At this time, Renqin not only did not hate the assassins of the Xueyu Comrades Association, but on the contrary, he actually felt a little grateful. "They didn't blow it up sooner or later. They just hit the eye of the bone like this. This must be God's intentional arrangement!" Now everyone in Lhasa thinks that it was Sterling and Dele who sent people to assassinate them. This makes He commanded widespread sympathy. Therefore, the truth about the assassin must be concealed, and this confusion must be recorded on the heads of Sterling and Dele.

When Preston Dele came to the living room, Rinchen and his son Lobsang were paying respects to the golden Buddha in the shrine of Dele Mansion. Hearing Dele come in, he turned around and greeted him with a smile: "Old Galun, I know that you are in poor health, so I have prepared a few doses of holy medicine for you."

Dele looked Rinqin up and down and said sarcastically: "Master Rinqin is so polite. I was going to prepare a few doses of holy medicine to see you. Your injury healed so fast, it was like magic."

"Thank you, Old Preston Dele , for thinking about me." With that said, Rinchen approached Delek and prepared to sit down.

"Wait a minute, don't sit here, stay close to me, be careful I pass it on to you, typhoid fever doesn't recognize anyone!" Dele said rudely.

"Okay then. Is it so evil for Mr. Dele to tell a joke?" Rinqin sat a little further away in embarrassment.

Dele turned his face and glanced at Lorelei, and said angrily to Rinchen Preston Dele : "I contracted typhoid fever. They all hid it from me. No one was willing to tell the truth... How did they know that the British had typhoid fever?" The year I entered Lhasa, I contracted typhoid fever. I was cured within a few days! It was no big deal this time. I had not yet completed the merits that the Bodhisattva asked me to cultivate in this life. How could he let me go there so lightly? Reincarnation. Look, I'll be fine in two days."

There is a needle hidden in Rinqin's words: "You are an indestructible body, what can a little typhoid fever do to you? Come here, Luosang!"

Luosang, who was standing next to him, stepped forward and handed a satin box he had brought to Lorelei. Without even looking at it, Lorelei turned his hand and put it on the table.

"I came to visit you today, and I still have some important things to discuss with Mr. Dele." Rinchen said straight to the point, "You haven't attended the government affairs meeting these days, and the Kashag people are in a hurry. Reting Living Buddha has arrived. In Lhasa, everyone is preparing to hold an inauguration ceremony for the new regent. Mr. Dele is not here, so he will not do anything. "

"I'm not that important, am I?"

"Important, of course it is important."

"When is the inauguration ceremony scheduled?"

"Three days later."

"I will definitely go then. It will be a great joy."

"I'm glad you're here. This disease will heal faster. Now that you've regained your energy, I can ask Mr. Dele about the following matters."

Dele was stunned and asked: "Is there anything else?"

Rinchen said with a hidden smile: "After Reting Living Buddha comes to power, he will immediately start looking for the reincarnation of the Lhasa Buddha. Our Kashag will also start to settle the new Lhasa family... This is really a tricky thing!"

Dele understood: "You mean... give the new Lhasa family a reward."

Rinchen smiled: "Yes, you have always been in charge of these affairs in the past. Lord Galun, you know better than me how much wealth the Kashag government has. How many manors and pastures we have, and how many serfs and herdsmen we have, it's all up to you." In the past, I couldn’t make ends meet with money and food. This year, I will move some manors and pastures to provide support to the Living Buddha Reting. Next year, maybe the year after, the new Lhasa Buddha will be welcomed into Lhasa, and his family will be granted a title. Granted, Kashag has to donate a lot of them. Hey, we have to find a way."

"What can I do? Just allocate part of the estates and pastures already owned by the Kashag government."

"You are joking again. If there is a Kashag, can you not dial it? I have discussed it with the other two Kalons and four Ziben adults, and there are only two channels. First, all over Tibet, no matter how big or small, nobles, big or small, If someone is found guilty, he must be severely punished and his family property will be confiscated to replenish the accounts of the Kashag... Secondly, some families have no male heirs and have long since broken their bones, leaving only the female family members to support the family. Many of these female relatives are neglected, and many manors and pastures are abandoned. The Kashag government might as well take back these properties and distribute them to the Lhasa family. This can be said to kill two birds with one stone."

Dele was disgusted: "I would like to hear, whose property do you want to take over? The noble families in Lhasa are the cornerstone of our Ganden Phodrang regime and must not be touched."

Rinqin lowered his face, then showed a smile and said: "Then do as you wish, don't move! Make some modifications to the second article. You can only marry into the family, but not cancel the family name or take away the title. What do you think? Woolen cloth?"

Dele began to worry about the fate of the Chief of Staff. Although it was not Sterling's suggestion that the shaman gave Tibetan medicine to the Lhasa Lama, he could not avoid the responsibility of oversight. This is what Rinchen said when someone is found guilty, he should be punished severely. It seems that sooner or later they will take action against Sterling. However, when Rinqin mentioned that there was a male heir in the family, who was he referring to?

After Rinchen left, a hint of ominous omen passed through Delekalun's mind. He calmed down and asked with concern: "Lorelei, supposedly Baxter Qimei should have arrived in Lhasa long ago, why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Ten days ago, the young master sent a message saying that he had arrived in Gyantse. ... This time he was walking a little slowly."

Dele suddenly became excited and said, "Isn't something really going to happen? I know Rinchen's character very well... If you are narrow-minded, you will be punished! Wangqiu, take a few people along the post road and go quickly." "Welcome Master."

Wangqiu agreed and retreated, setting off overnight. Lorelei also began to worry about her husband, and she broke into a cold sweat.

After being frightened by the victims, Baxter Qimei seemed a little exhausted. They ran for a long distance, and when they saw that the victims were completely behind, Baxter Qimei ordered the pack team to stop and set up a stove on the spot. Make tea. He saw a lama coming this way, so he asked Gangzhu to call him and inquire about the plague situation on the road ahead.

Gangzhu agreed, ran a few steps forward, and shouted to the lama: "Lama, come here, come here!" The lama saluted him from a distance and walked this way. Gangzhu saw clearly and it turned out to be Tashi. He turned around and ran back, saying in surprise: "Master, Master, I just told you that the living Bodhisattva who looks like you is him. Take a look."

Baxter Qimei Qimei was curious, looked at it from a distance, and said to himself: "Oh, he looks so much like me!"

Tashi walked closer and was stunned when he saw Baxter Qimei.

Baxter Qimei looked him up and down and asked arrogantly: "Who are you?"

Tashi was also surprised and asked him, "Who are you?"

"I asked you what your name is?"

"What's the lay name? I forgot. The Dharma name was given by the master...it's called Fletcher Tashi."

"Which temple is it from?"

"The great avenue of heaven and earth, the scripture hall of heaven and earth. Which temple do you think I belong to? I am a wandering lama." Tashi looked at the food and drink in front of Qimei Jiebu and said with a playful smile: "Master, the plague is everywhere Hengxing, it's very comfortable for you to eat and drink here." As he said that, he came forward and sat down.

Gangzhu looked like he was taking advantage of others: "I'm still wondering why you look like our young master?"

Tashi emphasized: "Your young master looks just like me."

"How dare you talk back!" Gangzhu reached out to hit Tashi.

Baxter Qimei suddenly remembered something and stopped Gangzhu: "Don't touch him! What did you just say he was doing in Shamai Manor?"

"Save people. Rub wine! Just rub wine on the dead body."

"He won't be infected with the plague, right?" Qimeijeb asked warily. He subconsciously took a step back.

At this time, Tashi suddenly felt uncomfortable, covered his chest, fell to the ground, and foamed at the mouth. Baxter Qimei was so frightened that he jumped away. Gangzhu exclaimed: "He is really infected with the plague, young master, what should we do?"

"Go away, go away quickly! Go away quickly!"

Gangzhu and several other men did not dare to move forward. One of the men stabbed Tashi with the B*tt of a gun and told him to go away. Tashi was extremely ill and his whole body was weak. He staggered to his feet, crawled forward for a few steps, and finally fell on the bag and started convulsing.

Baxter Qimei was angry and angry, shouting: "Get out of here quickly! It's really bad luck, hurry up!"

Gangzhu looked at the bag under Tashi and asked, "Master, what should I do with the bag?"

Baxter Qimei Qimei was impatient and shouted: "We are all infected with the plague, no more! No more!" The entire caravan quickly evacuated and headed straight for the rope bridge on the far river bank.

The two herdsmen who had been spying on Baxter Qimei were hiding behind rocks on the other side of the river. They had joined five other people and were watching Baxter Qimei and his pack team with eager eyes. When they saw that the pack team was getting closer and closer to the rope bridge, they retreated and hid more secretly.

When the Dele Tuo team arrived at the rope bridge, Gangzhu asked the men to check the cargo on the mules and horses and tie them tightly, because under the rope bridge was the abyss of river water. Gangzhu shouted: "If anyone drops the goods into the river, watch me slap his B*tt!"

Baxter Qimei dismounted and walked onto the rope bridge, and the men led the mules and horses onto the bridge one after another. Gangzhu stayed at the bridge end, urging everyone to get on the bridge step by step. The ambushing herdsmen saw that Baxter Qimei had reached the center of the rope bridge, and they used fire sickles to light the fuse in Lhasa. The fuse quickly crawled towards the bridge deck with sparks and white smoke. After a while, there was a loud bang and thick smoke from the bridgehead. The rope bridge was blown apart. Jeb Qimei and the pack team who had already climbed onto the bridge fell into the rushing river...

When they came along the official road in the autumn, Gangzhu and the surviving guys were looking for Qimeijibu and salvage packages along the river. Piles of wet goods were thrown on the river beach, and the surviving mules and horses were scattered nearby, grazing. Wangqiu cursed angrily: "Trash, they are all trash! Such a big group of people can't even protect the young master. How can you still live?" He raised his whip and beat the guys crazily.

The guys were flogged and fell to their knees in agony. Wangqiu went crazy, suddenly stopped, threw the whip on the ground, squatted down, and started sobbing: "How can I go back and explain to the master? The young master is gone, what will we do?"

Gangzhu picked up the whip on the ground and handed it to him with both hands. He said with a sad face: "Master Butler, I deserve to be beaten. Even if I am beaten to death, why didn't I fall into the river? I didn't take good care of the young master. You can beat me."

When Wangqiu heard this, he became discouraged and said in frustration: "I'll beat you to death. If I can get the young master back, I'll beat you to death."

"Master Butler, we were plotted by someone. I don't know who I offended, but they actually killed us."

"Did you see the person on the other side when it exploded?" Wangqiu asked after thinking for a moment.

"There was a bang. It was all smoke and dirt. I was blinded and didn't see anything."

"Explosion... I understand, they are coming for the young master. ...Gangzhu, leave two people here to guard the goods, and the others will immediately follow me to find the young master along the river. Hire all the cowhide rafts you can get, and even if you filter the Yarlung Zangbo River, you still have to find the young master!"

Wangqiu led his men to search along the river for several more days, but still could not find the shadow of Baxter Qimei. He was a little frustrated. He sat on the bag and kept hitting his head with the handle of the whip, thinking. .

Gangzhu saw Wangqiu knocking his forehead and it turned red. He cried and said: "Master housekeeper, your B*tt is not a horse's B*tt. Why are you slapping it? It doesn't hurt!"

Wangqiu raised his head and looked at Gangzhu, who was full of dejection, and sighed: "This old guy Rinqin has exhausted all his agencies and is working hard every step of the way."

"The more you talk, the less I understand." Gangzhu was a little confused.

"Think about it, who buried Lhasa? It must have been someone sent by Rinchen."

"Rinchen? Is he Marshall Rinchen who lives in Barkhor Street? Do we have no grievances or enmities with him?"

"You don't know what happened in Lhasa during the few months you went to India. I fought with him for the regency and lost! As a result, I got angry and contracted typhoid fever. ... If something happens to me, Dele The young master is the only male heir left in the house."

Gangzhu understood: "You mean, Rinqin wants to wipe out our Delek Mansion?"

Wangchuk nodded: "If there are no men in Delek's house, Rinchen can use his tricks to encourage the newly appointed regent to select a son from a house to marry into our house. But Rinqin left our house alone. Come on, the master is afraid that Renqin will do something, so he asked me to pick up the young master. Hey, it's still a step too late. "

"Then...whose son can come to marry me?"

"You're a B!tch, are you still looking forward to it?"

"No, I...won't I just follow you and figure it out?"

"You don't need to think too hard to know that it must be Rinchen's son, Lobsang Chunpei."

"That boy? He's famous in Lhasa for his domineering nature! It's over, it's over. He's coming to Delek Mansion, what should we do?"

"What are you going to do? You're all a lost dog. You're worth three dollars a piece. You can be sold wherever they want. Just wait until your family is broken up and your wife and children are separated."

A waiter ran from a distance and shouted loudly: "Master Butler, Master Butler... I have found the young master, I have found... the young master." Wangqiu jumped up from the ground with excitement. , asked: "Where is the young master?"