Hearing that Choru had run twice before the gold throne, Zhaotoin felt nervous. But when he learned that Choru did not dare to sit on it, he was relieved. He thought that he must persuade the beggar to quit the gold throne himself. So, he said with a bright smile:
“There will be someone running to the end, but, it is not likely to be good to sit on the gold throne. The horse racing prize is only a tool to attract the youth. Perhaps trouble and difficulties will come with winning the prize. Even more, it may be bad for you. As your uncle, I care about you. Please do not run any more for the prize.
Choru sneered:
“Since the prize of the horse racing will bring bad luck, you should not hurt yourself. I, Choru, dread nothing for ever. What’s more, I always give the advantages to others and leave the disadvantages to me. Now, let me bear the evil consequence.” Then, he raised his whip to beat his horse and ran away.
Zhaotoin immediately realised that he had been tricked by Choru. He was very angry, but he would not reconcile himself to failure. He also raised the whip and ran forward towards the end.
Transitorily Choru caught up with Chatsa Shigar. Looking at his elder brother’s back, Choru had a passing whim.
Chatsa wore an armored gown with a sliver mirror, riding on a “Gyacha” horse, with a sword at his waist. He beat his horse to drive it forward. The horse was tired, with a wet mane, and all four hoofs shivering. The horse had no energy to make any cry. Suddenly, a black man and a black horse came up to Chatsa. The black man drew near him and said:
“Turn the wealth Cholmo gave you, or you are doomed.”
Hearing these words, Chatsa gnashed his teeth with angry looks:
“Black Demon, how could we give seven Treasures and a young lady of our Ling Garpo to you? Only my younger brother, Choru, will be the king. He has such a power. If you can understand this, please give way as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will go to hell.”
“If I don’t give way, what will happen?” Black Demon sneered and showed his bloody teeth.
“It’s Ok!” Chatsa drew his sword out and slashed at the Black Demon. Chatsa’s sword cleaved nothing but the air; he almost fell from his horse. The black man and the balck horse had disappeared completely. He saw that Choru sitting on his Heavenly horse Gyaingar Pebo, straight and pretty. Choru smiled and said to Chastsa Shigar:
“Brother Shigar, please don’t hack me. And please don’t blame me! I fear that if anything will happen in Ling Garpo, especially fighting between the brothers, you may not deal with it fairly. I want to plough around you.”
Chatsa realised that the Black Demon was an avatar of his younger brother. He said seriously at once,
“My good younger brother, you don’t need to plough around your elder brother’s mind. Deities have predicted that you will defeat the four demons; you will conquer all evil spirits on the Earth. I, Chatsa, will support my younger brother without any other ideas. Please raise your whip and run fast to grab the kingship.”
“What? My elder brother, you don’t want the throne and Ling Garpo? If you don’t want them, what’s my role, such a beggar?” Choru got down from his horse, put off the calfskin overcoat and sat on the ground easily.
Seeing that, Chatsa got down from his horse immediately.
“Brother Choru, the point is not the kingship, but to do good deeds for the people. For the sake of the people, we should not hesitate. If you slack off, you will not only lose the throne, but also bring disasters to people. If Zhaotoin grabs the throne before the public, what can you do with you magic strength? Choru, please get on your horse and run fast to get the kingship for the people of Ling Garpo.”
Hearing Chatsa’s words, Choru thought that his elder brother was reasonable. It was getting dark, and Zhaotoin was already leading the others, very close to the gold throne. If he delayed any more, he would regret it for life.
Choru got on his horse and ran for the finish.
Zhaotoin was full of joy. Now, once his Yocha horse had leaped only one more stretch, he would sit on the gold throne.
At such a pivotal moment, something strange happened. The Yocha horse didn’t leap forward like Zhaotoin hoped, it slipped backwards. Zhaotoin cried out with surprise, and he held up the reins. But the Yocha horse ran fast backward instead of stopping. Zhaotoin hit on an idea in desperation; he fell down from the horse and ran towards the gold throne on foot.
The Yocha horse fell down on the ground and breathed heavily, with a doleful neigh. Zhaotoin ran back to his horse, for he did not have the heart to leave his Heavenly horse. He pulled the rein, wanting the horse walk to the throne with him. The horse stared at him with a mournful look. It seemed that the horse was saying: “Master, please help me, help me!” It could not move at all. He made a firm resolve to quit the horse, and ran to the gold throne. But, he could not control his feet, which were like rollers: anyhow he ran, he could not get closer to the throne, only marking time there.
At that moment, Choru came as swift as the wind and as quick as lightning to Zhaotoin, riding on the Heavenly horse Gyaingar Pebo. When Zhaotoin saw Choru, he felt nervous all over his body. He did his best to run towards the gold throne. Witnessing what Zhaotoin did, Choru sneered.
Biting anger grew inside Zhaotoin.
“ Disgusting beggar, are you laughing at me?”
“Honorable uncle, are you talking to me?”
Since he could not move any more, Zhaotoin just stopped. He assailed Choru:
“Why do you always oppose me, and why do you persist in grabbing the gold throne of the Darong Family?”
“Who said that the gold throne is yours?”
“Of course, it is predicted by the Diamond King With a Horse Head. Everyone in Ling Garpo has known it and learned it.”
“So, that’s Ok. I’ll stand here without moving, you run yourself. How about it?”
“Choru, you should stop tricking me. If you don’t leave here, I have no way to reach the gold throne.”
“Why? I wasn’t beside you just now.”
Zhaotoin thought to himself: “It’s right. Choru was not beside me. Is the prediction of Diamond King With a Horse Head wrong? The gold throne did not belong to the Darong Family. I don’t deserve to win the prize of the horse race.” Zhaotoin watched the poor Yocha, and, fallen down on the ground, on his knees, he held its neck in his arms as Choru cried out:
“Uncle, do you still want to win the prize of the horse race?”