2006: School beauty loves me again

Chapter 457 The old sister-in-law gave birth

Several shallow wounds on Fangyuan's body began to scab and were extremely itchy, but Lin Lingshan refused to let him scratch them and kicked him every time she saw them.

"You lie down and catch lice every day. Your limbs are almost degenerating. Can't you use crutches to move around? You're lazy!"

But Fangyuan didn't take it seriously, "Friendship in lightness will last long, and life in silence will be extended."

This happened to be heard by the great monk Su Yuan who came in and praised Fangyuan for his good understanding.

The old man and the young man were so angry that Lin Xiaohu was speechless and could only stomp out angrily and continue working.

Busy helping people, busy rescuing people, busy doing all kinds of things.

The great monk sat cross-legged in the hall and continued to chant sutras, then came to Fangyuan's side to praise Lin Lingshan.

He asked Fangyuan about her relationship, and Fangyuan said that the little fox was his wife.

"one?"

Seeing this old monk smiling obscenely, he became even more generous.

He continued to admit generously: "I am so awesome, of course I am one."

The old monk clasped his hands together and took away his eight fingers, leaving him with two thumbs.

"Today's coma is chasing each other, and there is no day without getting drunk. Those who seek fame are drunk in the court, those who seek profit are drunk in the wilderness, and those who are rich are drunk in the sounds, colors, carriages and horses."

Fangyuan stopped quickly and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with sensuality and carriage?"

The old monk smiled and said, "And you are awake alone."

Fangyuan pursed her lips and nodded deeply, "Monk, you have a discerning eye."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

The temple had been offering stewed meat for three days, and the aroma filled the temple. Fangyuan had the illusion that the old monk was becoming more bold and bold day by day, as if the pot had been broken.

At this time, a little novice monk ran in, his eyes bloodshot.

"Master..."

Fang Yuan pricked up his ears and listened to his chin, and heard the little novice monk telling the old monk that three more people outside could not hold on and passed away.

The old monk clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name, then shrugged his shoulders, waved to the young novice, and asked him to make arrangements for himself.

After the novice monk left, the old monk curled his lips towards Fang Yuan, sat cross-legged on the futon again, and recited "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra".

Normally, the pregnant women across the hall chatted all the time, but there was silence only when the old monk chanted sutras.

There are remote areas around here, and many women are not well educated. This is a sign of respect for Buddha and life.

Yesterday, an old sister-in-law, who was nine months pregnant, asked the monk for scriptures, saying that she also wanted to learn and memorize them.

Scripture? No.

Everything that can be burned is used as firewood, and the scriptures are used as fire starters.

But in the middle of the night, the old monk actually sent her a hand-copied version, and even asked her if she knew the words.

In fact, I didn’t quite recognize it, so the old monk taught me word by word.

The old sister-in-law fell asleep, but the old monk still read in front of her.

Fangyuan saw everything that happened last night. He asked the old monk if this was not disturbing people's dreams. Pregnant women need to rest.

However, the old monk said that she could hear sounds from the outside world while dreaming. As long as she recited it more often, she could memorize it.

Seeing that Fangyuan was dismissive, he added, "This woman is about to give birth, so it is beneficial to recite sutras."

Fangyuan became even more dismissive.

The old monk said unhappily: "A natural disaster is coming. Hundreds of ghosts are walking around at night. Countless ghosts are floating around the temple. The dead are entering reincarnation. What about those who I can't save in time? If they take advantage of the mother to give birth..."

Fangyuan made several noises and waved her hands to signal the monk not to make any noise.

"You can really talk about ghost stories told in the Mahavira Palace?"

The two young pregnant women were so frightened that the old monk stopped talking and silently went out to save them.

That afternoon, the mother's amniotic fluid broke, and it broke next to the pillar at the foot of the Buddha statue.

He screamed for a while.

Fangyuan was stunned, and Lin Lingshan was also anxious. She wanted to help, but she really didn't know what to do.

Fangyuan murmured: "That old monk must be secretly kissing Buddha statues at every turn, he's such a mouthful!"

There are many peasant women in the village who give birth at home, but there are really not many who do not want midwives.

The mother's screams echoed in the hall.

There were more than 200 injured people outside, and none of them knew how to deliver babies.

But there are old people.

Old people eat a lot and see it a lot. I have never practiced it but I have seen it.

Boiling water, disinfection, gauze, and the medical kits all came in handy.

The old man's hands were unsteady, and it was inconvenient to differentiate between men and women. Lin Lingshan and He Yan were assigned to fight!

He Yan has killed and saved people, but he has never given birth. He took the scissors and cut them on the mother's belly...

Everyone was so frightened that they screamed, and the mother was so frightened that she almost lost her breath.

Suyuan comes on the field, ready to carry!

Lin Lingshan and He Yan delivered the baby, while the old monk knelt beside him holding scissors and chanting sutras while steadying the rhythm.

Fangyuan really couldn't bear this scene anymore and asked Zhou Xing to help him sit on the steps outside the palace.

Half of the Jialan Bodhisattva Hall on the left collapsed, and there were seriously injured people with broken limbs inside. The Guanyin Bodhisattva Hall on the right did not collapse, and there were slightly injured people inside.

Fangyuan didn't understand why it was arranged like this at first. Zhou Xing said: "It was the other way around at the beginning, but there are so many people seriously injured every day... Then Master Suyuan passed away, so Master Suyuan said... It's better to give them better conditions." Someone with a good chance.”

what chance? Chance of survival.

Fangyuan asked: "Did the old monk take the lead in arranging it?"

Zhou Xing nodded, "Everyone from ten miles to eight villages believes in him."

Fangyuan murmured: "Good guy, he is so brave."

There is a pot on the big copper stove for burning incense, with boiling broth inside.

Zhou Xing asked Fangyuan if he wanted to eat, "I'm going to steal two pieces now?"

He swallowed as he spoke. Fangyuan was angry and funny when he saw this, and scolded him for being useless.

"If you don't eat it, don't eat it secretly. Wild animals have not passed quarantine, so don't get sick from eating them."

"Who cares..."

Zhou Xing's words were glared back by Fangyuan.

The sun is at two o'clock above the head, and there is temperature but not warmth.

Fangyuan didn't want to stay in the front yard anymore, so she asked Zhou Xing to help her to the backyard.

The backyard was in a mess, two rows of two-story wing rooms collapsed, and a lot of sand slid down from the adjacent mountain on the west side into the courtyard.

Several brown triangular tents were pitched between two strong almond trees, with bedding in a mess inside.

Seeing Fangyuan approaching, the two security guards who were sleeping in shifts immediately came out of the tent.

Fangyuan shook his head and motioned for them to continue resting.

"You guys live here?"

He asked Zhou Xing, who said, "I haven't slept. They have to guard you and Miss Lin and give them a few shifts."

Fangyuan nodded and asked, "Where is He Yan sleeping?"

Seeing that Zhou Xing was hesitating and silent for a long time, Fangyuan clicked his tongue twice and asked: "Main hall or small hall?"

"Xiaodian..." Zhou Xing scratched the big lock of hair and said helplessly: "I also tried to persuade her, but she didn't listen. She seemed to love the pile of dead people..."

Fangyuan shook his head slightly and said nothing.

Those who climbed out of the pile of dead people naturally like the pile of dead people.

Good deeds will bring good fortune, bad deeds will bring disaster, and heaven and hell have already been distinguished between the world.

"Being with the dead feels safer than being with the living..."

He whispered to himself, but Zhou Xing neither heard nor understood him clearly.

Sitting on a stone pier, with roof tiles from an unknown place under his feet, Fang Yuan stared at the two apricot trees in trance.

The apricot blossoms were bald, leaving branches full of green.

It was an apricot leaf that had sprouted.

After the spring comes the prosperous summer, and the dead leaves reincarnate several times. This dilapidated temple with piles of rubble and corpses can no longer show the traces of suffering, right?

The wind blew by, carrying the smell of meat and dust, and Fang Yuan suddenly thought of Shen Ningfei.

He sat there for two hours. When the sun reached four o'clock, a cry came from the Main Hall, followed by people's shouts of joy and sparse applause.

Fangyuan knew that the mother had given birth.

A new life was born on the pile of corpses, at the feet of Buddha, in the ruins, in this ravine.

As Fangyuan moved back to the front yard step by step, he met Zou An, who was carrying a hiking bag and had a gray face.

"Fuck, did my sister-in-law give birth to you?"

"???"

A little to the west of Taihang Mountain, there is Niangzi Pass.

In this area, the sky is gray and it is difficult for sunlight to penetrate.

There are many loess hills in Niangziguan, many cliffs seem to be barren of grass, and there are many adobe houses and cave dwellings.

Black smoke billows from coal plants and thermal power plants, and the air is filled with the smell of cinders. There are trucks transporting goods along the way.

Those transporting coal and flammable and explosive chemicals rushed past like prehistoric beasts...

There is a hillside in the north of Huayang Village, with village houses everywhere on it.

The bungalow No. 32 is located in the middle of the hillside, with a jujube forest on the right. The old house No. 31 on the left has just been bulldozed, and a group of strong men dressed in rustic clothes are building a new building.

At lunch time, the hired village woman and her husband came together on bamboo baskets to deliver meals to the workers.

Steamed buns, steamed buns, and a bowl of stewed cabbage with pork belly floating on it.

The workers squatted in a shady corner and ate delicious food.

The male owner of Courtyard No. 32 opened the door, stretched his waist and walked out.

He knew that the original owner of No. 31 next door had moved to the city for many years. The day before yesterday, he asked the construction person and learned that this place was bought by a small boss as a health resort.

It's funny, whose boss comes to this dusty old village to recuperate?

But writers are used to making associations, and after thinking about it, they found a reasonable explanation for themselves.

Well, this area is probably the ancestral home of the little boss. It is normal for fallen leaves to return to their roots.

After working hard all morning, he wrote a lot of manuscripts. Taking advantage of the warm weather at noon, he went out for a walk and met living people.

After walking a few steps on the dirt road, he started chatting with a black man squatting under the wall.

"The foundation is almost ready?"

"Well."

"The progress is fast enough. You can almost build a house in another month?"

"How can I do that?"

Heipi shook his head violently and said honestly: "Half a month, the boss will give you half a month."

Pushing up his glasses, the writer surnamed Liu asked in astonishment: "So fast?"

Heipi said: "It will take half a month to move in."

"..." The writer surnamed Liu couldn't think of any good reason.

"Then...should I give you more money?"

Speaking of this, Heipi grinned and stretched out two fingers.

"Eighty thousand? Well, that's a lot." The writer surnamed Liu nodded.