24-1、达赖真面目——玩尽天下女人(中英)(15)

I rushed to other young bodhisattvas, who were holding the Englishbanner, pointed with my finger and asked, “Could you manage to getup here?” Without muttering a word, theirs knees tilted slightly,both of them hopped up to the edge of theartificial-sloped park. Again, the distinctly bright yellow bannerwhich read the English words“Lamaism, with the Couple-Practice Tantra, is not Buddhism!”wasunmistakably displayed under the morning sun.

“Make sure you stand firm, safety first!” They nodded and repliedwith broad smiles.

My sole intention at that instant was to draw attention by allmeans, either from the public or the media. “Put on your vest!” Fromsomewhere came the order. Oh, we forgot our uniform. While stillholding the banners or signboards, we helped each other, and withinseconds, the navy blue vests were proudly shown.

“The lamas’ religion is not Buddhism!”“The lamas’ religion is not Buddhism!”

We chanted the slogan.

“Lamaism, with the Couple-Practice Tantra, is not Buddhism!”“Lamaism, with the Couple-Practice Tantra, is not Buddhism!”

Since we set foot in this region, it was the first statements thatwe made to the public, loud and clear.

The front sidewalk of the Arena block was entirely covered by amass sea of yellow banners, signboards and A3 posters. Suddenly, agrayish blue shielded police troop, marching on the double, emergedfrom nowhere. They lined up straight ahead of the first-rowdemonstrators, face to face, in front of the Arena, so close thattheir badges were even within reach.

Even without much body motion, sweat trickled down from my head.As visitors walked past heading to the entrance, some curiouslyturned around and looked on, some unnaturally tramped forward like arobot. We stood still in silence, calm and composed.

“Want a break?” No one accepted my offer.

An officer approached me, telling me that the bodhisattvasstanding next to the entrance and on the edge of the high-slopedpark ought to be removed in order not to obstruct the entrance ofthe Arena. After my failed negotiations, we had to obey andwithdraw.

“From the very start, the religion of the lamas has had nothing todo with Buddhism, yet they have been exploiting the faith anddedication of Buddhists worldwide to enrich their own interests. We,as the true Buddhists, are obliged to make the actual facts known tothe society. Their plots must be stopped; the public must not bemisled anymore.” The officer was rather friendly, and curious aswell, so I told him about our mission. Later on, at our withdrawal,I did offer him a publication from our association called Decodingthe Dalai Lama’s Copulation Tantra Practiceand some of ourbrochures. This way, he could have some positive link with theBuddha dharma in the future.

“Political oppression! Political oppression!”

All of a sudden, a violent bellow burst out from the upper part ofthe staircase. I searched round for the noise, and spotted aroundfive or six unknown individuals clustered together. What a bigcontrast in number and sound volume in comparison with our unit.

After our spokesperson granted an interview to a reporter, I hearda police officer whisper in my ear, “Ready to go?”

“Go? Are your troops leaving?” Looking at this officer’s smilingface, I asked bluntly.

“No, it’s you!”

Simultaneously I heard the “Depart!” instruction shouted by theteam leader. Before my departure, I quickly handed out a couple ofbrochures and a few copies of Decoding the Dalai Lama’s CopulationTantra Practice to the police officers around me who were willing toaccept. This simple act would enable them to have a connection withthe Buddha dharma, if not in this life, maybe in a future life.Meanwhile, a gentle chanting in the distance could be heard,

“The lamas’ religion is not Buddhism!”“The lamas’ religion is not Buddhism!”“Lamaism, with the Couple-Practice Tantra, is not Buddhism!”…

From top to toes, I was drenched in sweat, I felt the heat, but mymind remained lucid and tranquil.

Once we were back to the park, I enjoyed the delightful bottle ofwater and the fan handed to me by other members to quench my thirstand heat. The then-solid, perseverant warriors had turned into everyamiable, kind bodhisattvas. Within views there were green leaves,stools, drinks and sweat, which mingled with the dharma companionswho shared common goals; I could feel the breeze of the innocentwind which was playful with or without Spring.

As it is said in Buddhism, there are causes and karmas behindevery gathering; nothing is coincidental. Could this be thesequential battle of the one that took place three hundred years agoafter the two parties’ formal dharma authentication debates, when wewere forced by the defeated yet more powerful party into a muddyfight in Tibet? Nowadays, due to our Venerable Master Pings’marvelous level of realization, we can benefit from his numerouscomprehensive books which refute non-Buddhist teachings and from hislessons, which explain in great details the profound true dharmas,unheard of in contemporary Buddhism, and which aim to bring in thoseinclined towards Buddhism. In addition, the bodhisattvas of the TrueEnlightenment Practitioners Association aim to spread ourpublications widely, and vow to expel false teachings out from trueBuddhism, with a view to benefit all Buddhist followers. Thismission was exactly an educational occasion for the society towitness the true dharma, an occasion for us to accumulate merits andvirtues together. As a result, the power and glory of the truedharma will certainly strengthen. This initial crusade was madepossible by the Buddha’s blessings, our vows and the karmic powersof causes and conditions. Nevertheless, we did not need to engageinto hand-in-hand fights in muddy darkness the way we did in thepast; we now aim to move forward to counter our rivals under thebright sunlight and openly in the public.

Main Battle

The team leader rearranged the tactical dispatches after mappingout the plan on the park’s ground. The traffic light intersectionsoutside the Arena exits were the focal locations. Team One hadalready set off. Team Two was just around the corner of the park, asa police car pulled right up to the pavement.

“Your school focuses on cultivation for enlightenment and seeingthe Buddha-nature. But everyone has got his own karmas and goals;why do you have to attack the others?” The Chief Officer spokestraight to the point; he repeated the words “enlightenment” and“seeing the Buddha-nature.”

“We are not here to propagate ‘enlightenment and how to see theBuddha-nature’; we are here to point out the fact that the lamas’religion is not real Buddhism; they should not fool people andmislead Buddhists!”

“You group has assembled a huge crowd within my control area; whenthe media show up, you will certainly raise your protest signboards,and I am responsible for this area.”“But if we stand here quietly until the media show up, then are weallowed to remain here?” I tried.

The lawyer came over to communicate with the Chief Officer; wesoon found out that this area was under the jurisdiction of anotherpolice officer, different from the one who looked after the areaopposite the traffic light and whom we spent time in the morningbuilding a relationship with. I decided not to waste any secondhere, walked across the avenue with the others. We were all bakingin the generous southern Taiwan sunlight. One brother member pointedto the front and said to me, “Sister, over there!” I looked at himpuzzlingly. “Over there, you can stay in the shade!”

It was still office hours, not much traffic was to be seen. Thewristwatch belonging to the companion next to me read 11:40 a.m. Wewere waiting with full anticipation for the program in the Arena toend. All members were squarely dispatched all around theintersections.

Soon enough, I saw brother members put on their uniform vests atthe far end of our block; I hurried over to make sure their actionwas agreeable with the timing. Within seconds, banners andsignboards were amply raised to their parade position. The avenueregained live with pedestrians and motorcyclists within views.Attendees of the Dalai Lama gathering exited in groups on the otherside of the eight-lined avenue, walking leisurely right opposite us.We were much too obvious to be ignored by any pairs of eyes. Theavenue was gradually occupied by cars and motorcycles; I couldclearly see a motorcyclist mouth the words written on our banners,“Lamaism, with the Couple-Practice Tantra, is not Buddhism!”

Take a look, here! Everyone was watching; the seeds of the truedharma had already been sown onto the lookers-on. Only timing andkarmas were needed to bring forth the corresponding occurrences inthe future. After several hundred years of waiting, this was thevery moment. Our body temperature was heated up by the scorchingsun; I felt my heart pounding!

Touring buses, crowds and motorcycles were jam-packed right undermy nose; behind us were also curious pedestrians, I turned around toanswer their enquiries. “What’s up between you and the lamas?” Alady asked cautiously.

“It’s nothing personal. The religion of the lamas has nothing todo with Buddhism at all, yet they have covered themselves up asBuddhists and have misled Buddhist followers all along. Have a goodlook here for more details.” I handed her a copy of Decoding theDalai Lama’s Copulation Tantra Practice and some leaflets, while shenodded in agreement.

“What is ‘Copulation Tantra’ after all?” A middle-aged maninquired.

“Good question! Please do check out these; they will tell you theactual facts.”

“How could you have such ‘obscene’ wordings in your text?Buddhists are not supposed to express themselves in such a way.”Another one disagreed with a deep frown to show his discontent.

“Certainly not. It’s utterly beyond anyone’s imagination, yetthose are the actual facts; it’s also the reason we ought to speakout the truth! Anyway, you must take a good look at these materials.We know what we are doing, and are fully responsible for our deeds.Please do refer to these!” I also handed him some materials. He wasstill mumbling, but at least did not reject me.