My Weird Life

  Chapter 797 Yuan! (twenty two)

   Inside the dilapidated stone house.

The farmer raised his head to watch the Buddha walk out of his fenced garden. He got up from the ground and sat around the stained low table with his wife, son, and daughter-in-law. His wife held the oil lamp on the table with her fingers. The wick in it, snuffed out the wick.

  The stone house suddenly fell into darkness.

   "Lights should be used sparingly." In the darkness, the mother's slightly tired voice sounded.

  She fumbled on the square table, picked up the pot of tea, and poured it into the tsampa bowl.

  Father picked up the tsampa bowl and began to mix the tsampa in the bowl with the tea and knead it into balls.

  The peasant woman picked up the highland barley cake that the Buddha had tasted, and handed it to her daughter-in-law beside her: "Dolma, eat it. This is the meal that the Buddha has eaten, and it can bring blessings to our family.

  You will definitely give birth to a fat child for my family. "

Dolma thanked the peasant woman softly, picked up the barley cake on the wooden tray, and ate a few small mouthfuls. She turned to look at her husband next to him who was moving slightly, and then divided the barley cake into two halves, and handed the larger piece to the own husband.

   "You eat, you eat."

  The husband resolutely refused to accept it.

  The farmer divided the tsampa into four portions, and the largest portion was still reserved for Dolma.

  The slightly larger one was handed to the son.

  The young man took the tsampa from his father, gestured to his wife, and said with a smile, "I eat tsampa, I eat tsampa."

  The family gathered around the table, eating their breakfast in small, delicate and greedy bites in the dark.

   "Thanks to Buddha—

  We only have one meal at noon every day.

  Today, I can eat morning and evening meals. A smile appeared on the peasant woman's face, and she suddenly felt a little itchy in her throat, so she coughed lightly twice, and then said, "The Lord Buddha blessed our house.

   It won't be long before we can live a good life...

   Cough cough cough!

  Dolma brought a strong grandson to our family—ahem!

  In the future, our family—cough cough cough—yes, we can plow a few more fields, and we can occasionally eat twice a day—cough cough cough..."

   "Aniang, what's wrong with you?

  Drink your saliva..." The young man quickly poured a bowl of bitter tea to his mother.

   Before he handed the tea to his mother, his pregnant wife coughed again.

  Father also coughed.

  Finally, his throat tightened and he coughed violently.

  In the stone house, the coughing became more and more intense.

  The family did not say anything at this time.

  Everyone's heart is filled with deep fear.

  —In this era, an accidental wind and cold is enough to kill a person!

They originally came to the humble house because of the Buddha, and their hearts were full of infinite longing for the future. They are in a remote area of ​​secret storage, and they have become "owner farmers" who occupy only a very small number of them here. The food is still able to maintain food and clothing, the family built the current simple stone house, and the son married the most beautiful woman in the surrounding area. Their future should be infinitely brighter, especially today, the Buddha stayed at his own house for breakfast——The Buddha It will surely bring blessings to your family!

  However, the four members of their family all caught the cold at the moment!

  Is this also the blessing brought by the Buddha?

  Was that Buddha brought blessings or disasters?

  The same question lingered in the minds of the family, and their coughing never stopped.

Amid such violent coughing, all four of them felt dull pain in their chests. The mother covered her mouth, her shoulders trembled violently a few times, and some warm liquid burst out of her mouth and splashed on the in her palm.

  She spread her palms, and slightly approached the light coming in from outside the house.

  Under low light,

   It reflected the black and red blood on her palm!

"Blood!"

  The peasant woman was stunned, and before she could react, her son had already seen the blood on her palm, and suddenly screamed out.

  Following the son's yelling, there was still a series of violent coughing.

  The farmer straightened his neck, grabbed his throat with both hands desperately, and coughing sounds like pulling a broken bellows came out of his mouth one after another.

   "Ha—ch—"

   "Ha-ah-cough cough cough!"

   "Cough!"

   "Ha - I can't - I can't -"

  The farmer's face was flushed red, and he fell on his back to the ground, his hands were still scratching his neck, the skin on his neck had been scratched by his nails, and it was dripping with blood!

  His brain gradually went blank, and his legs kicked feebly on the ground.

  The peasant woman coughed and shed tears.

  She no longer has the strength to lift her husband up and give him a smooth ride.

  Sadness, powerlessness, and fear lingered in this simple stone house. Everyone coughed and breathed as hard as they could, until smooth breathing became their extravagant hope—

  The morning light is faint.

  The brilliant, flowing liquid gold light pierced through the gloomy black clouds.

  The black clouds that pressed the sky very low and were about to stick to the earth dispersed in pieces.

  A white horse gallops from a muddy path in the distance.

  The shining white steed was patted on the neck by a tall man wearing a muddy armor on the horse. The steed slowed down and stopped outside the fenced yard surrounding the dilapidated stone house.

  The man wears a leather helmet, and only a pair of black and white eyes are exposed from the mask.

He kicked the gate of the fence that was tightly closed by the Jinglian monk, and rushed into the stone house, and saw four people lying on the ground, coughing blood, already exhaling a lot and not inhaling. .

   "Dragon cough."

  Looking at the subtle charms lingering on the four people, the man's eyes were still.

  A pair of pitch-black arms grew out from behind its shoulders, and those arms with ten fingers protruded into the shadows, and lifted out a huge pitch-black club bone from the shadows.

  The man held the eight-foot-long stick bone, and all the faint charms floating around gathered towards the black stick bone in his hand.

  The breathing of the four people who fell on the ground gradually became smoother.

   The cough gradually subsided.

  They were so weak that they fell to the ground and were temporarily unable to get up.

  The muddy man turned around and walked out of the stone house. Footsteps outside the stone house sounded from time to time, but they never disappeared.

  The peasant woman who regained some strength got up from the ground, and the young man helped up his father and his wife. The four listened to the movement outside the door, supported each other, and walked slowly to the door.

  I saw the side of the stone house, in a low shed.

  The man in the muddy armor was sitting by the stove of his own house. On the stove, there was a large iron pot that he never had at home. The iron pot was huge. There were meat and bones stewed in it, but the broth was black and red.

   The broth is boiling.

  The smell of medicine mixed with the smell of meat penetrated into the nostrils of the family. Just that burst of fragrance made their chests that were still very painful gradually become more comfortable.

  The man in armor noticed that the family in the stone house was looking at him.

  He stood up.

  The nail leaves on his body collided, making a rattling sound.

  The sound frightened the family immediately retracted their heads, and shrank in the stone house, not daring to make any movement.

  Outside the house,

  The voice of the soldier came: "Drink the soup first, then eat the meat."

   "Someone will come smelling the smell of meat."

   "If someone asks you for meat or soup, you must give them."

   "After drinking the soup, the dragon's cough and disease attached to the lungs will be washed away. After eating the meat, the lost qi and blood can be restored."

"gone."

  The sound rang for a while, and then suddenly disappeared.

  The sound of footsteps outside the house gradually faded away.

Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away, the farmer suddenly had an impulse in his heart—he looked out of the door, and the muddy 'soldier' ​​had turned over and rode on the shiny white horse outside the fence. The horse, the horse raised its hooves and galloped towards the rising sun!

   "What shall we call you?

   How can we thank you? ! "

  The farmer's son suddenly ran out of the house and out of the fenced yard, waved vigorously to the knight on horseback, and shouted loudly.

   "How to call you?"

   "How can I thank you?!"

  The farmer's family ran out of the house and shouted at the knight who was drifting away.

   But the soldiers on the horse never looked back.

   Still no response.

  The farmer’s family knelt outside the fenced yard, kowtowing towards the rising sun—they saw the muddy soldier riding a white horse towards the east, as if he had rushed into the sun.

  The light of the great sun tore apart the dark clouds, forming a circle of platinum-gold coronal discs around it.

"round!"

  The farmer's son pointed to the round wheel outside the big sun, and suddenly shouted.

"Yuan!"

  The rest shouted together.

  They returned to their courtyard, and according to the will of the **** they called 'Yuan', they first drank a bowl of broth in a large pot, and then each ate a piece of meat.

  The strength of the family seemed to have been greatly increased by this bowl of meat and soup. They moved the big pot out of the fenced yard, and the farmers from the surrounding area gathered here.

  …

  Jinglian traveled all the way and went straight to 'Liaoxie'. Wherever she passed, the plague of dragon cough was prevalent.

  People in many areas are afraid of the power of this Indian monk, so they make his idol and enshrine it in temples and homes, praying that he will be free from the plague of dragon cough because of his piety.

   There are also people in some areas who have recovered from the dragon cough and plague silently.

   They turned to word of mouth and passed on a **** named 'Yuan'.

  Essence, the beginning of everything, the origin of everything in the world.

The **** honored as "Yuan"—Su Wu, whose armor was covered with mud, drove his horse galloping all the way, and the path that Jinglian traveled overlapped several times. He must be able to see the path that Jinglian had traveled. To those patients suffering from dragon cough.

  Jinglian devoured the four beast dragons, and all the "sacrifice books" of the four wizards belonged to him.

  He spread the dragon cough plague all over the place, also in order to enhance the power of Sacrifice.

  At the same time, this method is used to quickly make the people in secret Tibet fear him. When a certain time comes, as long as he changes his face and reappears in the image of saving suffering and exorcising crimes, all the mistakes he made in the past can be wiped out in the eyes of the people.

  As a result, he himself will become a saint and Buddha in the eyes of all living beings!

  (end of this chapter)