When we entered, only the two Lama secretaries were there, for the Living Buddha was in the small private shrine in an adjoining chamber, where no one is allowed to enter save the Bogdo Khan himself and one Lama, Kanpo-Gelong, who cares for the temple arrangements and assists the Living Buddha during his prayers of solitude.  The secretary told us that the Bogdo had been greatly excited this morning.  At noon he had entered his shrine.  For a long time the voice of the head of the Yellow Faith was heard in earnest prayer and after his another unknown voice came clearly forth.  In the shrine had taken place a conversation between the Buddha on earth and the Buddha of heaven—­thus the Lamas phrased it to us.

“Let us wait a little,” the Baron proposed.  “Perhaps he will soon come out.”

As we waited the General began telling me about Jahantsi Lama, saying that, when Jahantsi is calm, he is an ordinary man but, when he is disturbed and thinks very deeply, a nimbus appears about his head.

After half an hour the Lama secretaries suddenly showed signs of deep fear and began listening closely by the entrance to the shrine.  Shortly they fell on their faces on the ground.  The door slowly opened and there entered the Emperor of Mongolia, the Living Buddha, His Holiness Bogdo Djebtsung Damba Hutuktu, Khan of Outer Mongolia.  He was a stout old man with a heavy shaven face resembling those of the Cardinals of Rome.  He was dressed in the yellow silken Mongolian coat with a black binding.  The eyes of the blind man stood widely open.  Fear and amazement were pictured in them.  He lowered himself heavily into the easy chair and whispered:  “Write!”

A secretary immediately took paper and a Chinese pen as the Bogdo began to dictate his vision, very complicated and far from clear.  He finished with the following words: 

“This I, Bogdo Hutuktu Khan, saw, speaking with the great wise Buddha, surrounded by the good and evil spirits.  Wise Lamas, Hutuktus, Kanpos, Marambas and Holy Gheghens, give the answer to my vision!”

As he finished, he wiped the perspiration from his head and asked who were present.

“Khan Chiang Chin Baron Ungern and a stranger,” one of the secretaries answered on his knees.

The General presented me to the Bogdo, who bowed his head as a sign of greeting.  They began speaking together in low tones.  Through the open door I saw a part of the shrine.  I made out a big table with a heap of books on it, some open and others lying on the floor below; a brazier with the red charcoal in it; a basket containing the shoulder blades and entrails of sheep for telling fortunes.  Soon the Baron rose and bowed before the Bogdo.  The Tibetan placed his hands on the Baron’s head and whispered a prayer.  Then he took from his own neck a heavy ikon and hung it around that of the Baron.

“You will not die but you will be incarnated in the highest form of being.  Remember that, Incarnated God of War, Khan of grateful Mongolia!” I understood that the Living Buddha blessed the “Bloody General” before death.