White Bone Monkey King

Cuo means "Sky Lake" in Tubo.

Yongcuo means the sea of ​​blessings and fortunes, and fortunes are as broad and vast as the Tianhu Lake.

After digging out the snow for a day, the serfs were driven to a place under unified management. There were tents there and pitiful 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, the serfs only deserved to sleep together with the cows and horses. This treatment was already the greatest gift.

But even with such a harsh living environment, Master Yongcuo took the initiative to seek help from 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 serf owners did not want to offend the Tantric monks because of small details, so they had so many hard-won tents.

Although the living environment has been greatly improved, it still cannot change the huge consumption of serfs. Not to mention the serf owners who sometimes use their blood to turn snow, most people freeze to death every day and die suddenly from physical exhaustion.

But those expressionless serfs who have long been numb to their fate and accepted that their parents, wives and children 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 seeing Nima in the left eye and Dawa in the right eye, illuminating the numb heart of every serf.

Nima means the sun in the sky.

Dawa means moon.

Both are gods in the sky who can bring good luck to people.

Tonight, Master Yongcuo treated the serfs' injuries as usual and applied medicine to them. Looking at the serfs' injuries, Master Yongcuo's face always had an indescribable sentimentality.

The old and frail serfs had already been unable to endure the first three days and had died a long time 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 have diseases. Severe frostbite, even though 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-capped mountains this time in order to rely on manpower to dig snow and excavate historical sites. Therefore, the help they can provide to these hard-working serfs is very limited. If they interfere too much and hinder the interests of the major tribes, those people will not I will be polite to him again.

There are too many people he wants to save.

But he couldn't be saved.

We can only try our best to provide these hard-working serfs with more living security. 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 Ajiaji, his wife and children.

But this situation repeats itself every day.

I heard that the progress of snow digging here has made several major tribes very dissatisfied. Several major tribes have dispatched more serfs from their respective territories to dig snow. The new serfs will fill the vacancies left 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.

This man's arm was missing, and the smell of blood could still be smelled from the crudely bandaged broken arm.

"Master, I've been holding this dried meat in my arms for a long time. It's not hard anymore. 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 a world of ice and snow, you can imagine the coldness of a piece of ice stone carefully placed. Moreover, this is only a small amount of rations every day. It can be said that this is the most valuable thing given by this amputated 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 lie down and recuperate quickly. You have lost too much blood and need to eat meat to replenish your strength. Hurry up and 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 the rock at that time, but only Nahe survived, but he also sacrificed an arm for it. cost.

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, he had to use The wound was burned with iron and plant ash was used to stop the bleeding.

But Master Yongcuo understands 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 knew Na He's physical condition. Years of malnutrition and high-intensity labor had already squeezed out the man in front of him who was only in his early twenties but as old as four. The life potential of a ten-year-old man can still speak as usual, but it is just the last flashback.

Seeing Master Yongcuo taking his thank you gift and eating all the dried meat, Nahe then obeyed and lay down on the mat again. However, the weak mat could not stop the cold glacier from sucking away his body temperature bit by bit.

Master Yongcuo quietly exited the tent, trying not to disturb the people who were already sleeping. His tent was not here, nor among the 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 and 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 Ajiaji, 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 would dare to steal the monk's things in the snowy plateau.

I don't know if it was my misunderstanding, but after Master Yongcuo returned to the tent, the uncomfortable feeling was still there.

Ever since he was in the serf tent, he had always felt uncomfortable everywhere, as if there were eyes staring at him from behind, making him feel cold.

He spread snow salt and turned the prayer wheel again, and the uncomfortable feeling finally disappeared.

Still a little worried, he sprinkled 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.

He did not burn cow dung cakes in his tent to keep warm. 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?"

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 toe in and the other out. This method is commonly used among the people to ward off evil spirits and prevent ghosts from going to bed. The ghost presses the bed. But that's not the point! 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 insole with a solemn expression and took out the two yellow talismans hidden under the insole. Seeing that the yellow talismans were intact, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"The yellow talisman is intact. There is indeed 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 as if 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 welled up in 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.

Reunion after a long absence has countless blessings in this world.

"I didn't expect that when you and my grandson and I meet again, we are already separated by yin and yang, and humans and ghosts are on different paths." The old Taoist priest said the emotional part, and he burst into tears.

Jin An: "?"

Jin An's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. There was no doubt that he was an old Taoist priest. He took advantage of him as soon as he came: "Now that my soul has left the 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. In the 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, 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. They 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. Taoist news.”

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 from May to Ten.

When he learned that Jin'an had not found the whereabouts of the sword 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 the sword. It’s a lucky divination, and the sword sharpening will definitely be safe.”

Jin An believed the old Taoist's words without hesitation.

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 he 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 also had 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, and 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 Waniu Lake.

Thanks to the years he spent as a wandering Taoist priest, he traveled to many places and knew some Tubo dialect. 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, It was decided to take the Shugu road out of Xizhou Prefecture and return to Kangding State.

However, when he passed by the small earth city near the Kunlun Mountains later, he saw hundreds of serfs who were not treated as human beings, walking in the snow in thin clothes. From time to time, some people fell down and could not sleep forever; There was also the serf owner’s son and the aristocratic young masters who had no sympathy at all and rode the serfs like dogs; the serf owner’s son was not happy and would cut off the serf’s legs and feet for fun; he even used the serf’s skull as a wine glass to drink... That heart-wrenching scene, He couldn't stand it.

Jin An was silent when he heard this. He had always known that the old Taoist priest was soft-hearted and too kind, and this was the old Taoist priest he was most familiar with who hated evil as much as he hated evil.

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 the current June. At that time, none of the serfs who went into the mountains to dig snow would survive. Now that this matter had come across to him, he couldn't sit back and ignore it, so he wanted to do something within his power.

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. This made him think of a word, numbness.

The old Taoist priest was angry.

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 educate the local people.

He also temporarily gave himself a local name, Cuo, which refers to the Tianhu Lake and the Woniu Lake where he came. Yongcuo also means that he hopes to use this auspicious name with a sea of ​​blessings and fortune to have a smooth journey. .

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 also met several like-minded people. If it weren't for the secret support of those Tantric monks, Support, I can’t 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 the Tianshen tribe as a guest."

"Tomorrow I will take you, little brother, to meet the master from Renzeng Temple."

After listening to the old Taoist priest's experiences along the way, Jin An was startled when he came back to his senses. How could this be like the artistic conception of Lao Tzu riding a bull out of seclusion and turning a tiger into a Buddha?

"Um?"

"Who is hiding his head and showing his tail?"

Jin An's eyes turned cold, and his eyes were like lightning as he looked outside the tent where the wind and snow were screaming.