Holy Bone

Chapter 596 In ancient times, Laozi rode an ox out of the customs and turned Hu into a Buddha. Today, there are old Taoist priests who have come out of the customs and become Buddhas and Bodhisattvas
Cuo means "heavenly lake" in Tubo.

Yongcuo means the sea of ​​blessings, and blessings are as wide and vast as a sky lake.

After digging the snow for a day, the serfs were driven to a place for unified management. There were tents and pitifully small rations there.

Building tents for the serfs, of course, is not because the serf owners have developed a heart of compassion and showed great kindness. In their eyes, serfs are only worthy of sleeping with cows and horses, and this treatment is already considered the greatest gift.

But it is such a poor living environment that Master Yongcuo took the initiative to seek out those serf owners.

The 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.

Although the living environment has been greatly improved, it still cannot change the huge consumption of serfs. Not to mention that the serf owners used their blood to melt snow from time to time.

But those serfs who have long been numb to fate and accept that their parents, wives and children have been serfs for generations, only when they see Master Yongcuo, there will be a trace of life in their eyes.

Looking at Master Yongcuo's gaze, it was bright and clear, as if he saw Nima with his left eye and Dawa with his right eye, illuminating the numb heart of every serf.

Nima means the sun in the sky.

Dawa means the moon.

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

Tonight, Master Yongcuo applied medicine to the serfs' wounds as usual. Looking at the wounds of the serfs, Master Yongcuo always had an indelible sentimentality on his face.

The old and frail serfs could no longer bear the burden for the first three days, and died long ago. Now the rest are young and strong serfs and strong and underage serfs, so these serfs have no other serious illnesses, almost all of them are Severe frostbite, even though Master Yongcuo had the precious herbs on the plateau funded by the Jin family, the number of people he could save was still limited.

And these frostbite are almost fatal in the plateau snow area.

Although he wanted to save these miserable 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 to rely on manpower to dig snow and excavate historical sites, so the help he can provide to these hard-working serfs is very limited. If too much interference interferes with the interests of several major tribes, those people will not I will be more polite to him.

He has too many people to save.

But he couldn't save him.

We can only strive for more living security for these hard-working serfs within our ability, and in the end, if one more person survives, one more person will survive.

After checking everyone's situation, Master Yongcuo's heart sank, and his face became more sad, and 23 people disappeared today.

It means that 23 people are permanently buried in the glaciers and snow, unable to return to their hometown to reunite with Aga Aji, his wife and children.

But this situation is repeated every day.

I heard that the snow-digging progress here made the major tribes very dissatisfied, and the major tribes dispatched more serfs from their respective territories to dig snow. The new serfs will fill the vacancies left by other serfs after their death.

Master Yongcuo was about to leave with a lot of worries, when a serf stopped Master Yongcuo and took out a piece of dried meat which was very precious from his bosom.

The man's arm was missing, and the bloody smell could still be smelled from the crudely bandaged broken arm.

"Master, I've held this jerky in my arms for a long time, and it's not hard now. Here, eat." The man's smile was very simple. Although his hair was unkempt, he had a clean and simple smile.

Those serf owners who can set up tents for the serfs are already very conscientious. Naturally, they will not waste stoves and cow dung cakes on the serfs. Therefore, the rations distributed to the serfs every day are not only limited but also as cold as stone, and they can’t even bite their teeth. To move, it must be held in the bosom and slowly warmed by the weak body temperature before it can bite.

In a world of ice and snow, placing an ice stone thoughtfully, one can imagine the coldness in it, and this is not much ration every day, it can be said that this is the most valuable thing given by this serf with a broken arm.

For a piece of warm, fragrant and soft jerky, the serf owner would not even look at it when it fell on the ground.

But for these serfs, everything was exhausted.

Master Yongcuo did not go to pick up the dried meat, but nervously helped the man to lie down and recuperate: "Hey, your arm has just been bandaged, so you should lie down and recuperate quickly. You have lost a lot of blood and you need to eat meat to replenish your strength. Put this piece of jerky away quickly, I accept your wish."

Nahe, it means trees in the local area.

Serfs are not worthy of having a surname, nor are they worthy of cultural education, so parents mostly name their children after things that are common around them.

This man is called Nahe. His arm was injured by a loose rock when he was digging snow to clear the canyon today. At that time, three people were hit by the rock, but only Nahe survived, but he also sacrificed his arm for it. cost.

The medical conditions in this plateau snow area are limited, there is neither clean linen belt nor enough herbs to stop bleeding, no one cares about serf injuries, Nahe’s necrotic arm was amputated by Master Yongcuo, because of the lack of hemostatic medicine, he could only use Iron was used to cauterize the wound and ash was used to stop the bleeding.

But Master Yongcuo understood that hemostasis, which appears to be the scariest on the surface, is actually the simplest, and the invisible infection is the deadliest.

Ninety percent of wounded soldiers on the battlefield died of infection.

Nahe didn't listen to Master Yongcuo's words this time, and insisted on handing out the hot jerky in his arms: "Master, I know my own body, I will definitely not survive tomorrow, even if the disease does not entangle me, the serf owner's The whip won't let me go, no one here has ever lived more than two days after being injured."

Master Yongcuo wanted to say something, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth. Of course, he knew Nahe's physical condition, malnutrition and high-intensity labor all year round, and he was only in his early twenties but he was as old as 40. The life potential of a [-]-year-old man, who can still speak as usual now, is just the last reflection.

Seeing Master Yongcuo accepting his thank-you gift and eating all the jerky, Nahe obediently lay down on the mat again, but the weak mat could not stop the cold glacier from sucking away his body temperature little by little.

Master Yongcuo exited the tent softly, trying not to disturb the people who had already fallen asleep. His tent is not here, nor is it in the big tribes with warm stoves, but at the foot of Xuefeng Mountain.

The reason why I live there is for the convenience of going around the mountain to pray for blessings.

He turned around the mountain not for himself, but to pray for those serfs, hoping that more people would walk out of the snow-capped mountains safely and return to their hometown to reunite with his Aga, Aji, his wife and children.

On the way back to his residence, Master Yongcuo would meet many Tantric monks who were still walking around the mountain in the snow. Master Yongcuo didn’t bother those pious people walking around the mountain. call.

He walked back to the tent in silence.

His tent was very simple, and it was not even worth thinking about by thieves. Of course, no blind thief would dare to steal things from monks in the snowy plateau.

I don't know if it was my own illusion. After Master Yongcuo returned to the tent, the uncomfortable feeling was still there.

Ever since he was in the serf's tent, he always felt uncomfortable everywhere, as if he was staring at him with eyes floating behind his back, feeling chilly.

He sprinkled 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 again. With a clear conscience, he packed up in a hurry, put on his clothes, and fell asleep. He has to treat so many people every day, which consumes a lot of energy big.

He didn't burn cow dung cakes to keep warm in his tent. After dark, it was pitch black, with whistling wind and snow blowing in from the gaps in the tent, making it so cold that people couldn't sleep well at night.

The cow dung cakes he brought into the snow mountain at the beginning have long since been burned, so he can only rely on thick mats to keep warm at night.

I don’t know if it’s because of the strong wind tonight. Master Yongcuo couldn’t sleep well this night. He fell asleep a few times and woke up a few times. When he woke up from the dream again, Master Yongcuo sat up startled: "What a strange nightmare, just now I dreamed that my shoe turned into a spirit and ran away by itself?"

Suspicious, Master Yongcuo turned his head to look at the shoes next to the mat. When he took off his shoes while sleeping, he had a habit of placing one toe inward and the other outward. This method is often used by folks to ward off evil spirits and prevent ghosts from going to bed. Ghost press.But that's not the point!He was dazed to see that the position of the two shoes had been disrupted, and the expression on his face was changing. He didn't know if it was a coincidence or a coincidence?

"Did it get blown away by this leaky tent?"

Master Yongcuo lifted the insole with a dignified expression, and took out the two yellow talismans hidden under the insole. Seeing that the talisman was intact, he couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief.

"The yellow talisman is intact, so it is true that there is no ghost going to bed. Could it be that I am too suspicious and paranoid?"

Master Yongcuo thought for a while, then put the yellow talisman back under the insole, and placed it in the opposite direction, one left and one right again, but this time Master Yongcuo sat up in shock not long after he lay down.

"Old way... old way... old way..."

It was as if someone was lying next to his ear crying out for his soul, which woke up Master Yongcuo. He stared dumbfounded at the darkness around him: "Little, little brother!"

As soon as these words came out, tears burst into tears.

Tears welled up.

Master Yongcuo, no, more precisely, an old Taoist priest. He took out a small long-necked porcelain bottle from the monk's robe that looked like something from the Han people, and carefully poured out two drops of it. Tears entered Shenniu's eyes, and the next moment, he saw Jin'an in a state of out-of-body state.

Reunited after a long absence, there are countless victories in the world.

"Unexpectedly, you and my grandpa and grandson will meet again. Yin and Yang are separated, and people and ghosts have different paths." The old Taoist burst into tears when he mentioned the emotional part.

Jin An: "?"

Jin An's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. This is undoubtedly the old Taoist priest, and he took advantage of him as soon as he came: "I am out of my body now, and I, silly sheep, Mr. Yiyun, and Qibo are all here. We I heard you entered Kunlun Snow Mountain, so I came here too."

"What, the elder brother is here too... Bah, no, the goat raised by the Wu Zang Dao Temple also came along? It's not in vain. I used to groom him and feed him carrots every day, although he was very experienced in cutting swords. I feed less..." The old Taoist changed his words even more, and subconsciously shouted out the three words "big brother" under the surprise.

"Hey, if you want to put it this way, did you mess up my shoes just now, little brother?"

Jin An's face darkened: "I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

Being able to reunite with Jin An, the old Taoist was ecstatic, but he didn't get too entangled in these details, and said happily: "Little brother, how did you find this place? Old Taoist, I still want to go out of Xizhou Mansion from Shugu, and then Go back to Wuzhou Mansion to find you."

"Master Yiyun? Qi Bo? But the one who left without saying goodbye in Chang County? Little brother, you met again? By the way, why didn't you hear little brother you mentioned Sword? Is it an old man? I have been looking for people to inquire about Wuzhou Prefecture. People say they don’t know much about Wuzhou Prefecture. They only know that there was a flood on the Yinyi River and it subsided quickly. Everything in Wuzhou Prefecture was peaceful. Daoist news."

Reunited after a long absence, both of them have too much to talk about.

So Jin'an explained what happened after sending the old Taoist priest away, from the turmoil in the blessed land of the cave to subside, to the Western Regions to find the whereabouts of the sword, and then to learning that the old Taoist priest had appeared near the Kunlun Mountains, and a group of people crossed the Snowy Mountains and entered Tubo. Fifty and ten told the old Taoist priest.

When he learned that Jin'an hadn't found the whereabouts of Jian Jian in the Western Regions, the old Taoist's eyes dimmed first, and then he said firmly: "Little brother, don't worry, the old Taoist, I have already used the Luo Geng jade plate to calculate the hexagram for Jian Jian. It's an auspicious hexagram, and the sword will definitely be safe."

Jin An believed the old Taoist's words noncommittally.

Because every once in a while someone would scold him, and then he would be killed by Chi Jian, but he didn't know what happened to Chi Jian, and why someone always scolded him as a master...

Next, Jin An, who was floating in the air, asked about the old Taoist priest's journey, and how did the old Taoist priest become a master of Yongcuo?And why did the old Taoist know Tubo dialect so quickly?In Jin An's view, the old Taoist priest also had a lot of experience.

The old Taoist looked at the monk's robe on his body, 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 mayfly shaking a tree, and he is overwhelmed."

It turned out that when the old Taoist came out of Woniu Lake, he looked at the surrounding environment that was not the capital city of Wuzhou, and he was at a loss. It took him a lot of time to accept that he appeared in the Kunlun Mountains after coming out of the blessed land of cave heaven Nearby Woniu Lake.

It is also thanks to the fact that he has traveled to many places in the past few years as a wandering Taoist priest, and he knows a little bit of Tubo dialect. While working as a midwife and veterinary doctor for herdsmen, he tried his best to get a map while saving money and learning the local language. Decided to go back to Kangding by taking the tree ancient way out of Xizhou Prefecture.

It was just that when he passed by the small earthen city near the Kunlun Mountains, he saw hundreds of serfs, who were not seen as human beings, and walked in the snow with thin clothes. From time to time, some people fell down forever; There is also the son of the serf owner and the young nobles who have no sympathy and ride the serf like a dog; the son of the serf owner cuts off the serf's legs and feet for fun; he even drinks the serf's skull as a wine glass... That heart-wrenching scene He couldn't stand it.

Jin An was also silent when he heard this. The old Taoist priest was soft-hearted and kind, he had always been aware of it, and this was the old Taoist priest he was most familiar with.

He didn't interrupt, and continued to listen to the old Taoist.

The weather at that time was still in the snowy season, and it was not as warm as June now. At that time, when they went to the mountains to dig snow, none of the serfs would survive.Since this matter was encountered by him, he couldn't just sit back and do nothing, so he wanted to do what he could.

The old Taoist also stepped forward to dissuade him, but he was met with abuse and ridicule and the indifference of the people around him, as if the people around him took the existence of serfs for granted, which made him think of a word, numbness.

The old Taoist was angry.

Later, he saw that the local people were convinced by the words of the Tantric monks. In order to save people, he could save one person, so he took off his Taoist robe and replaced it with a monk's robe, and put on a cockscomb hat Zhuolu, hoping to enlighten the local people.

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

When it comes to this, the old Taoist's old face that has aged a lot in the plateau, showing the redness of the plateau, smiled: "Here, the old Taoist, I also met several like-minded people. Support, old Daoist, I can't win the trust of several major tribes so smoothly."

"Little brother, you said that you saw me appearing in the Tianshen clan last night. At that time, I was invited by the Renzeng Temple. Even though my cultivation was not as good as those masters, I was invited to be a guest in the Tianshen clan."

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

Listening to the experience of the old Taoist, Jin An, who came back to his senses, was stunned. How could this have the mood of Lao Tzu riding a bull out of customs and turning Hu into a Buddha?

"Ok?"

"Who is hiding their heads and showing their tails?"

Jin An's eyes turned cold, and he looked out of the tent where the wind and snow were howling.

(End of this chapter)