White Bone Monkey King Chapter 595 In ancient times, there was Lao Tzu who came out of seclusion on a bull and turned a tiger into a Buddha. Today, an old Taoist priest comes out of seclusion and transforms into a Buddha and a Bodhisattva.
Chapter 595 In ancient times, there was Lao Tzu who came out of seclusion on a bull and turned a tiger into a Buddha. Today, an old Taoist priest comes out of seclusion and transforms into a Buddha and a Bodhisattva.
Cuo means "Heavenly Lake" in Tubo.
Yongcuo means the sea of blessings and fortunes, and fortunes are as wide and vast as the Tianhu Lake.
After digging the snow for a day, the serfs were driven to a place under unified management. There were tents there and pitiful food rations. Although they didn't have enough to eat or sleep to keep warm, at least they had a place to shelter from the wind and snow.
To build tents for serfs to live in, of course, those serf owners were not compassionate and kind-hearted. In their eyes, serfs only deserved to sleep huddled together with cattle and horses. This treatment was already the greatest gift.
But even with such a poor living environment, Master Yongcuo took the initiative to find the serf owners. Those serf owners did not dare to offend the tantric monks. Tubo believed in Buddhism, and the tantric monks had a high status in the local area.
The details offended the tantric monks, and that's why we had so many hard-won tents.
Although the living environment has been greatly improved, it still cannot change the huge number of serfs consumed. Not to mention the serf owners who used their blood to turn snow from time to time, there are a lot of people who freeze to death every day and have their lives burned out.
But those expressionless serfs who have long been numb to their fate and have accepted that their wives, children, parents and parents have been serfs for generations, only when they see Master Yongcuo, will a trace of human vitality appear in their eyes.
Looking at Master Yongcuo's eyes, they are bright and clear, as if he saw Nima with his left eye and Dawa with his right eye. It illuminates the numb heart of every serf, and every day he makes more efforts to come back alive to see Master Yongcuo.
belief.
Nima means the sun in the sky.
Dawa means moon.
They are all gods in the sky who can bring good luck to people.
Tonight, Master Yongcuo treated and applied medicine to the serfs' injuries as usual. Looking at the serfs' injuries, Master Yongcuo's face always had an indescribable sentimentality.
The old and frail serfs could no longer bear the burden for the first three days and had died long ago. Now the remaining serfs are young and strong serfs who are still underage. Therefore, these serfs have no other serious diseases and almost all of them are
In case of frostbite, even if Master Yongcuo had precious plateau herbs sponsored by the Golden Family, the number of people he could save was still limited.
And these frostbites are almost fatal in the plateau snowy areas.
Although he wanted to save these poor serfs, he was still weak and unable to affect the overall situation.
Several major tribes brought a large number of serfs into the snow mountains this time just to use manpower to dig snow, so the help he can provide to these hard-working serfs is very limited. If he interferes too much and hinders the interests of several major tribes, those people will not treat him
You're welcome again.
Even the monks from the monastery brought a large number of serfs into the mountains in order to dig out the snow and rescue the Venerable.
There are too many people he wants to save.
But he couldn't be saved.
We can only strive for more living security for these hard-working serfs within our ability, and in the end, if one more person can survive, then one more person will survive.
After checking everyone's situation, Master Yongcuo's heart sank, and his face became more sad. Twenty-three people were missing today.
This means that twenty-three people are buried in the glacier and snow forever, unable to return to their hometown to reunite with their parents, wives and children.
But situations like this happen again and again every day.
I heard that the progress of snow digging here has made several major tribes very dissatisfied, and several major tribes have transferred more serfs from their respective territories to dig snow. The new serfs will fill the vacancies after the death of other serfs.
Master Yongcuo was about to leave with many thoughts on his mind. At this time, a serf stopped Master Yongcuo and took out a precious piece of dried meat from his arms.
But this man's arm was missing, and the smell of blood could still be smelled from the broken arm.
"Master, I've been holding this dried meat in my arms for a long time. It's not hard now. Here, eat it." The man's smile was very simple. Although his hair was unkempt, he had a clean and simple smile.
Those serf owners who were able to build tents for the serfs were already very conscientious. Naturally, they would not waste stoves and cow dung cakes on the serfs. Therefore, the rations distributed to the serfs every day were not only limited, but also as cold as stone, and their teeth could not bite them.
To move, you have to hold it in your arms and slowly warm it up with the weak body temperature before you can bite it.
In the ice and snow, a piece of ice stone was carefully placed, and you can imagine how cold it was. Moreover, this was only a small amount of rations every day. It can be said that this was the most valuable thing given by this broken-armed serf.
To a serf owner, a piece of warm, fragrant and soft dried meat would not look at it again if it fell on the ground.
But for these serfs, everything was spent.
Master Yongcuo did not pick up the dried meat, but nervously helped the man lie down to recuperate: "Hey, your arm has just been bandaged, so quickly lie down and recuperate. You have lost too much blood and need to eat meat to replenish your strength.
You quickly put this piece of dried meat away, I will accept your wishes."
Nahe means trees locally.
Serfs did not deserve to have a surname, nor did they deserve to have education, so parents mostly named their children after common things around them.
This man's name is Nahe. His arm was injured by a loose rock when he was digging snow to clear the canyon today. A total of three people were hit by rocks at that time, but only Nahe survived, but he also gave an arm to help.
cost.
However, the medical conditions in this plateau snowy area are limited. There are neither clean linen belts nor enough herbs to stop the bleeding. No one cares about the injuries of the serfs. Nahe’s necrotic arm was amputated by Master Yongcuo because of the lack of hemostatic drugs.
Use iron to burn the wound and use plant ash to stop the bleeding.
But Master Yongcuo understood that what seems to be the scariest thing to stop bleeding is actually the simplest, and invisible infection is the most deadly.
Ninety percent of wounded soldiers on the battlefield died of infection.
Nahe did not listen to Master Yongcuo's words this time, and insisted on handing out the dried meat in his arms to warm it: "Master, I know my own body well. I will definitely not survive tomorrow. Even if the disease does not catch me, the serf owner's
The whip will not let me go, and no one here has ever survived more than two days after being injured."
Master Yongcuo wanted to say something, but the words couldn't come out. Of course he was aware of Nahe's physical condition. Year-round malnutrition had already squeezed out the man in front of him, who was only in his early twenties but looked as old as forty years old.
The life potential of the person can still speak as usual, but it is just the last flash of light.
Seeing Master Yongcuo taking the gift of thanks from him and eating all the dried meat, Nahe then obeyed and lay down on the mat again, but the weak mat could not stop the cold glacier from absorbing his body heat little by little.
Master Yongcuo quietly exited the tent, trying not to disturb the people who were already sleeping. His tent was not here, nor among the large tribes with warm stoves, but at the foot of Xuefeng Mountain.
The reason why I live there is that it is convenient to go around the mountains to pray for blessings.
He went to the mountains not for himself, but to pray for the serfs, hoping that more people could walk out of the snow-capped mountains safely and return to their hometown to reunite with his Ajia Aji, his wife and children.
On the way back to his residence, Master Yongcuo met many tantric monks who were still walking around the mountain in the wind and snow. Master Yongcuo did not go over to disturb those people who were devoutly walking around the mountain. Both parties nodded to each other, which was regarded as a fight.
call.
He returned to the tent in silence.
His tent was so crude that it was not even worth mentioning to thieves. Of course, no blind thief in the snowy plateau would steal a monk's belongings.
I don’t know if it was my misunderstanding, but after Master Yongcuo returned to the tent, that uncomfortable feeling was still there.
Ever since he was in the serf tent, he had always felt uncomfortable everywhere, as if there were eyes floating behind his back staring at him, making him feel cold.
He spread snow salt and turned the prayer wheel again, and the uncomfortable feeling finally disappeared.
Still feeling a little worried, he spread a circle of snow salt around the tent. With a clear conscience, he hurriedly tidied up his clothes and went to bed. He had to treat so many people every day, which took a lot of energy from people.
big.
There was no cow dung cake heater in his tent. It was pitch black after dark, and the howling wind and snow blew in through the gaps in the tent, making it too cold to sleep well at night.
The cow dung cakes he brought into the snow-capped mountains at the beginning had already been burned, and he could only rely on thick mats to keep warm at night.
I don’t know if it was because of the strong wind tonight. Master Yongcuo never slept well that night. He fell asleep and woke up several times. When he woke up from his dream again,
Master Yongcuo sat up in shock: "What a strange nightmare. Why did I dream just now that my shoes turned into spirit and ran away by themselves?"
With suspicion, Master Yongcuo turned to look at the shoes next to the mat. He had a habit of taking off his shoes when sleeping, placing one shoe with the toe in and the toe facing out. This method is commonly used among the people to ward off evil spirits and prevent ghosts from going to bed.
Pressing the bed, but this is not the key. He was stunned and saw that the positions of the two shoes were disrupted, and the expression on his face changed uncertainly. He didn't know if it was a coincidence or a coincidence?
"Did it get blown away by the leaky tent?"
Master Yongcuo opened the insoles with a solemn expression and took out the two yellow talismans hidden in the insoles of his left and right feet, which were intact.
"The yellow talisman is intact. There really is no ghost in the bed. Am I just too suspicious?"
Master Yongcuo thought for a while, then stuffed the yellow talisman back under the insole, and placed it again left and right in opposite directions. However, this time Master Yongcuo sat up in shock not long after he lay down.
"Old Taoist...Old Taoist...Old Taoist..."
It was like someone was shouting in his ear, which woke up Master Yongcuo. He looked at the darkness around him with dumbfounded eyes: "Little, little brother!"
As soon as these words came out, tears burst into tears.
Tears filled my eyes.
Master Yongcuo, no, more accurately, he is an old Taoist priest. He took out a long-necked small porcelain bottle from his monk's robe that looked more like a Han product than a Tibetan one, and carefully poured out two drops.
Shenniu shed tears into his eyes, and the next moment, he saw Jin An in an out-of-body state.
Meeting again after a long separation brings countless blessings in this world.
"I didn't expect that you and my grandson would meet again, but the yin and yang are separated, and humans and ghosts are on different paths." The old Taoist priest said the emotional part and burst into tears.
Jin An: "?"
Jin An's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. There was no doubt that this was an old Taoist priest, and he took advantage of him as soon as he came: "Now that my soul is out of body, I, Shayang, Mr. Yiyun, and Qi Bo are all here. We
I heard you entered Kunlun Snow Mountain, so I came here to find you."
"What, Senior Brother is here too... Bah, no, the goat raised by the Five Zang Taoist Temple is also here? It's not in vain. I used to comb him and feed him carrots every day, even though I was cutting swords to feed him.
I don't feed enough..." The old Taoist priest changed his words repeatedly, and in his surprise, he subconsciously called out the words "elder brother."
"Hey, if you want to put it that way, did you, my little brother, mess up my shoes just now?"
Jin An's face turned dark: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
The old Taoist priest was ecstatic to be reunited with Jin An, but he did not get too entangled in these details. He said happily: "Little brother, how did you find this place? Old Taoist, I still want to leave Xizhou Mansion from Shugu, and then
I'm going back to Wuzhou Mansion to find you."
"Master Yiyun? Uncle Qi? But the one who left without saying goodbye in Chang County? Little brothers, have you met again? By the way, little brother, why didn't I hear you mention the sword? What happened to the Cave Heaven Paradise after that? Has the sword been found?
Really? I've been asking people for information about Wuzhou Prefecture. People say they don't know much about Wuzhou Prefecture. I only know that there was a flood in the Yinyi River and it subsided quickly. Everything in Wuzhou Prefecture was peaceful. I haven't been able to find out anything about Wuzhou Prefecture.
News from the Taoist Temple.”
Reunited after a long absence, both of them had a lot to talk about.
So Jin An recounted what happened after the old Taoist priest was sent away, from the calming down of the turmoil in Dongtian Paradise, to searching for the whereabouts of the sharp sword in the Western Regions, to learning that the old Taoist priest had appeared near the Kunlun Mountains, and the group of people climbed over the snow-capped mountains and entered Tubo.
I told the old Taoist priest everything on May 10th.
When he learned that Jin'an had not found the whereabouts of Chi Jian in the Western Regions, the old Taoist priest's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he said firmly: "Don't worry, little brother, I have already used the Luo Geng jade plate to calculate the fortune of Chi Jian.
It’s a lucky divination, and you’ll definitely be fine while sharpening the sword.”
Jin An did not believe what the old Taoist said.
Because every once in a while, someone will scold him, and then he will be killed by Chi Jian. I just don’t know what Chi Jian went through, and why there are always people scolding him as a master...
Next, Jin An, who was floating in the air, asked about the old Taoist priest's journey, and how the old Taoist priest became Master Yongcuo? And why did the old Taoist priest learn to speak Tibetan so quickly? In Jin An's view, the old Taoist priest
Taoist priests also have a lot of experiences.
The old Taoist priest looked at the monk's robe and sighed and said: "Old Taoist, I want to save more people, but I find that no matter how powerful a person is, in the face of the general trend of the world, he is like a worm shaking a tree. He does not overestimate his own capabilities."
It turned out that when the old Taoist priest came out of Woniu Lake, he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him that was not Wuzhou Prefecture. It took him a lot of time to accept that he had appeared in the Kunlun Mountains after coming out of Dongtian Paradise.
Nearby Woniu Lake.
Thanks to his years as a wandering Taoist priest, he traveled to many places and knew some Tubo language. While working as a midwifery veterinarian for herdsmen, he saved up some money and learned the local language while trying to get a map. Finally,
I decided to take the Shugu road out of Xizhou Prefecture and return to Kangding Kingdom.
But later when he passed by the small earth city near the Kunlun Mountains, he saw hundreds of serfs who were not treated as human beings and were walking in the snow in thin clothes. There were also sons of serf owners and young nobles who treated serfs as slaves.
Riding like a dog, the serf owner's son was not happy at all, so he cut off the serf's legs and feet for fun, and even used the serf's skull as a wine glass to drink... He couldn't bear to watch that heart-wrenching scene.
Jin An was silent when he heard this. The old Taoist priest was soft-hearted and kind. He had always known that this was the upright and kind old Taoist priest in his heart.
He did not interrupt and continued to listen to the old Taoist priest.
The weather at that time was still in the snowy season, and it was not as warm as June now. At that time, none of the serfs who went into the mountains to dig snow would survive. Now that this matter had happened to him, he could not just sit back and watch.
I just want to do what I can.
The old Taoist priest also came forward to dissuade him, but he was met with abuse, ridicule and indifference from the people around him. It seemed that everyone around him took the existence of serfs for granted. He thought of one word, numbness.
Later, he saw that the local people were convinced by the words of the Tantric monks. In order to save people, he would save every one he could, so he took off his Taoist robe and put on a monk's robe, and put on a cockscomb hat, hoping to enlighten the local people.
When he said this, the old Taoist priest's old face, which had aged much on the plateau and had plateau red, showed a smile: "Here, old Taoist, I have met several like-minded people, and everyone sympathizes with those serfs. If it weren't for that
Even with the secret support of several Tantric monks, even I, an experienced Taoist, would not be able to gain the trust of several major tribes so smoothly."
"Little brother, you said you saw me in the Tianshen tribe last night. At that time, I was invited by Renzeng Temple. Even though my cultivation was not as good as those of the masters, I was also invited to be a guest in the Tianshen tribe."
"Tomorrow I will take you, little brother, to meet the master from Renzeng Temple."