Yan Fenghuo woke up after sleeping for a day and night. When he opened his eyes and saw Nia guarding his bed, he knew he was still alive. Apart from the pain in his chest, it felt so damn good to be alive.
!
"Cigarettes." Yan Fenghuo said to Nia with great effort, reaching out to pull out the needle inserted in his hand.
He smokes cigarettes when he wakes up. This man is a bit crazy. Nia likes crazy men, but she is not crazy enough to accompany a seriously injured man.
"My dear, you finally woke up." Nia said with excitement: "But you can't smoke, your body hasn't..."
"I smoke to check if there is anything wrong with my head." Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "Whether my head is good or bad, I can check it clearly by smoking a cigarette. If I smoke a cigarette, I will feel dizzy, 80% of the time
It's a concussion; if I don't feel any bad feelings after smoking a cigarette, it proves that my head is fine. Injuries elsewhere can be treated, but injuries to the head cannot be treated."
Yan Fenghuo stretched out two fingers and asked Nia to get him a cigarette with an unquestionable expression.
Nia didn't agree with his theory, but she couldn't bear to refuse Yan Fenghuo's offer, so she had to find a pack of cigarettes.
Taking the cigarette, Yan Fenghuo lit one without saying a word and took a deep drag.
After taking one sip, my head immediately became dizzy. The moment I felt dizzy, I felt a sharp pain in my lungs, and I opened my mouth and coughed violently.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."
A mouthful of bruises spit out from his mouth and stained the white quilt, black and red, which was shocking to see.
Seeing this scene, Nia's face was full of fear, and her bloodshot eyes showed a deep anxiety. She had been by Yan Fenghuo's bed for a whole day and night, and she grabbed this man when she was so sleepy.
Lie on the bed with your hands and sleep for a while, and continue to accompany you when you wake up.
It can be said that the beastly temperament displayed by Yan Fenghuo really completely conquered Nia. If she had not been completely conquered, this woman would never be like this.
"Don't make a fuss. It's just a mouthful of bruised blood. It'll be fine after you spit it out." Yan Fenghuo said with a smile, "It's just that my head is a little dizzy."
This is true. After a heavy blow to the chest, there will inevitably be congestion. Being able to spit out the congestion is definitely a very good thing for recovery. However, Yan Fenghuo was a little dizzy after taking a puff of the cigarette. He was really dizzy.
"Ah? I'm dizzy. I'll find the best doctor right away!" Nia became nervous instantly.
"No, no need..."
"But my head is sick!" Nia almost cried.
She also knew that there was no cure for diseases in the head. Yan Fenghuo had just said that if you feel dizzy after smoking a cigarette, there must be something wrong with your head.
"Head disease only accounts for 80%, and the other 20% is..." Yan Fenghuo smiled and said: "I'm hungry, Nia, I'm so hungry, I need to eat."
"Okay, okay, I'm going to find something for you to eat now!" Nia quickly ran out to find food for Yan Fenghuo.
After watching Nia run out, Yan Fenghuo began to look at the room where he lived.
The room is full of European minimalist style, with brightly lit crystal chandeliers, wool carpets, European tables and chairs, etc. And the bed I sleep on is soft and full of refreshing fragrance. The only thing that feels a bit abrupt is the mist in the air.
Smells a touch of sandalwood.
Obviously, the room he slept in should be Nia's boudoir. The photos hanging on the wall and the many cosmetics on the dressing table all showed that this was a girl's room.
As for the windows outside the window, there are many simple buildings, the style is full of the feeling of temples, and you can even hear the faint sound of chanting. The sound of chanting is not pleasant to hear, but it can make people feel inner peace.
There is no doubt that this should be the home of the high priest Qi.
Yan Fenghuo smelled the fragrant sandalwood, closed his eyes and listened to the faint sound of chanting, and sighed that his good luck had saved him again.
"Did it disturb your rest?" came a loving voice.
The moment he heard the sound, Yan Fenghuo immediately opened his eyes and saw an old man wearing religious robes walking in.
He had just been immersed in the sound of sandalwood and chanting scriptures, and had no idea about the high priest Qi who opened the door and walked in.
"I mean the sound of chanting scriptures." The high priest Qi still held the scriptures and said to Yan Fenghuo with a smile: "I am Niya's father, Qi."
Yan Fenghuo immediately endured the pain in his chest and got up from the bed. He bowed respectfully to the high priest and said, "Thank you, high priest, for saving my life."
The high priest Qi Ze moved his body to the side to avoid Yan Fenghuo's salute. He did not give Yan Fenghuo this chance, or he did not want to accept this salute.
"Did the sound of chanting disturb you?" the high priest continued to ask.
His face was full of peace, as if the sound of chanting was more important than anything else. No matter what his identity was, he should at least ask Yan Fenghuo how he felt now, but he only asked how the sound of chanting was.
"Let me forget about killing." Yan Fenghuo said with a serious face.
"Are you interested in accompanying me to the main hall to sit for a while?" the high priest begged and extended the invitation.
"Okay." Yan Fenghuo nodded.
The high priest nodded, turned around and walked forward and said: "Your stomach is empty, and your thinking is messy because your stomach is empty. You are not a monk, but you can also listen to the gods of Brahma. Follow me."
Bar."
Yan Fenghuo covered his chest and followed the high priest Qi towards the main hall. He didn't know what the other party meant, but one thing was certain, it was definitely not malicious.
The main hall here is a temple built by the high priest through the donations of believers. It is naturally not worth mentioning compared to the holy place of Hinduism, but it is an absolute symbol of honor and status for the entire Indian class.
In Hinduism, there are only eight people who are qualified to build temples, and these eight people are the eight high priests. A beggar is one of the high priests and has the qualification to preach.
Below him are the priests who perform their own duties. But no matter which priest, they all have the power that ordinary people admire.
As for the pinnacle of power, it is the existence that transcends all: Vedic revelation, sacrifice to the omnipotent, and Brahman supremacy.
In ancient India, even if the king was newly married, the princess's first night had to be sent to the temple for the priest closest to the god to enjoy before it was the king's turn. Although the divine power has been weakened a lot now, the existence of the four major classes will always allow the priests to stand.
The pinnacle of dominance.
There are various statues of gods in the main hall, and the smell of burning sandalwood is everywhere. Many monks sit cross-legged and chant sutras, and their voices have a special tone that is transmitted far away.
Yan Fenghuo sat on the mat as the high priest asked and began to listen to the gods of Brahma in the sound of chanting sutras.
He only felt that he was unprecedentedly peaceful in this environment. The sound of chanting seemed like sweet springs, slowly flowing into his body, nourishing every muscle and vein in his body bit by bit, and combing out every fiber of his body.
nerve.
This was a feeling he had never felt before, tranquility, silence, and selflessness. Everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him, and he also forgot about the outside world and was immersed in his own world.
No delusion, no joy, no sorrow, no desire...
"Dad, he has been sitting there all day!" Nia kept holding food in her hand and asked in a low voice to the high priest who was also sitting there cross-legged.
"The person closest to God is not me, but Him." The high priest Qi smiled calmly.
Nia couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but she knew that her father must have his reasons. And she became even more obsessed with Yan Fenghuo, because this man actually fell into trance and stayed there all day long!