The dust settles

Chapter 8

The answer is that the living Buddha is wise, dogs want to climb trees like cats, and many things that are born underground without eyes come to the ground.

Surrounded by people, the Living Buddha came to the gate of the temple. He wanted to see with his own eyes whether such a thing really happened in the world.

The temple is built on a mountain spit like a dragon's head.

As soon as the living Buddha stood at the door, he took everything into his Dharma eyes.Not only did he see what the disciples said, but he also saw that the chieftain's official village was covered by an inexplicable color of air.A group of children chased and beat the roaming snakes.Led by the little house slave Solang Zelang, they carried sticks wrapped with dead snakes of various colors and patterns in their hands, singing and walking in the fields and under the clear autumn sky.They sang thus:
The meat of the yak has been offered to the gods, the skin of the yak has been cut into ropes, and the tassel-like tail of the yak has been hung on the mane of Kurong Manda. Friendship will be rewarded, and bad intentions will be punished.

The demon climbed up from the ground, King Bender died, the jade was shattered, the jade was completely shattered.

The Living Buddha was taken aback. This ballad was an episode of an old story.This story is called "The Story of the Horse and the Consumed Ox".This story was widely circulated before there was Maiqi Tusi.After having the chieftain, people sang more orally, but forgot about the songs about history.Only learned lamas can still find them from some ancient documents.Living Buddha Jiga once devoted himself to the study of local history and knew that there were such ballads.Now, with no one to teach them, these long-lost songs are suddenly resurrected in the mouths of a group of young slaves who are ignorant of the world.Sweat dripped from the living Buddha's bald head.He ordered a ladder to be erected in front of the scripture library, and found the scroll in which this story was recorded.The little monk puffed up his cheeks and blew away the dust, revealing the yellow color of the silk wrapping the scroll.

The Living Buddha changed into a cassock, carried a yellow leather bag and set off on the road.He wants to tell the story to the chieftain.Let the chieftain believe that such a ballad will not be revived in the mouths of children for no reason.

But he was in vain, the chieftain was not in the official village.When asked when he will come back, the people in the official village said that we don't know when he will come back.Looking at the worried looks of those people, it doesn't seem like they are lying.The Living Buddha said, then he will meet Lama Monba who is in charge of the scripture hall.

Lama Menba said to the informant: "If he wants to see you, let him come and see you."

At this time, the living Buddha was sitting in the butler's office on the second floor.The scripture hall is on the fifth floor.

The lama was so arrogant that even the steward secretly took a look at the living Buddha's face.The Living Buddha said very calmly: "The housekeeper saw how he treated me, but I don't care about him when disaster is approaching." He went upstairs with a look of bearing the humiliation.

Where did Mai Qi Toast go?
Shhh!
It's a secret.I put my finger up at you, but I can't help but tell you that Toast Maiqi took his new love in the fields to find a place to have a wild relationship.

The binoculars left by Commissioner Huang are useful.My binoculars easily caught my father and his new love scurrying around the fields.Now, let me tell you why they went into the fields.Maiqi Toast's third wife was terrified on the bed dedicated to the toast.Every time the chieftain wanted to do things with her on that bed, she felt terrified.If the chieftain wants to force her, she will fight desperately without any scruples.At this time, the third wife's long nails sank deep into the man's flesh, but she kept begging: "Day, day. I beg you, let's go outside and have sex during the day."

The chieftain asked, "Did you see something?"

Yang Zong was already in tears: "I didn't see anything, but I was afraid."

The chieftain seemed to be amazed at why he burst out with such a strong lust, and he was very surprised at how he had such patience and tenderness towards women.He held the woman in his arms and said, "Okay, okay, wait until daytime."

And the daytime situation is not good.I saw them hurrying to find a place to lie down in the field.You know, this desperate man is the owner of this seemingly endless land, but he can't find a place where he can sleep with the woman he loves.The place was taken by many animals of unknown origin.

There is a huge flat boulder by the stream, but there are several toads sitting on it when you get close.The chieftain wanted to drive them away, but instead of dodging, they yelled loudly at people.

Yang Zong just lay down on a piece of grass, and screamed and jumped up from the ground.Several voles fell from her dress.

The chieftain had no choice but to let the woman stand with her back against a tall spruce.Just as the woman's skirt was lifted up and the man's trousers were taken off, their naked lower bodies were attacked by ants and a few cuckoos angrily.In the end, they had to give up Yehe's efforts.I can see all their futile efforts.It seemed that there was little hope, unless they could sleep in the air.But they certainly do not understand such spells.Legend has it that there is a spell that can make people fly in the air, but it doesn't say that it can drive a woman in the sky.When I put away the precious mirror, my father and the woman came back from the field, distraught.

The children of the house slaves wrapped colorful snakes on their sticks and sang in the square:
King Bender is dead, the jade is broken, the jade is completely broken.

The chieftain's lust turned into anger, and it was heard that the executioner had whipped the little servants so that they screamed and screamed.The chieftain's face was contorted in anger, but Yangzong tilted his head, watching him and laughing happily.Before that, I thought a woman was a woman. She was snatched by the chieftain by force, just like my mother bought with money.Now, that smile proves she's a goblin.Later, Living Buddha Jiga told us that when goblins come out to do harm, one is known to oneself, and the other is not known to oneself. The third wife is clearly in the latter situation, so after your father dies, you should not harm her.This is something.

At some point, my elder brother Danzhen Gonpo stood by my side.He said: "I like beautiful women, but this woman scares me."

On the square outside Guanzhai, Yang Zong said to the chieftain: "Master, they like to make up songs, let them sing about me."

My brother and I walked up to them.

The elder brother said: "The living Buddha said that this song existed before. My wife, don't ask these low-class people to make up something to sing your song. The low-class people don't know how beautiful the peacock is except for the pattern of poisonous snakes."

The third wife was not angry and smiled at her brother.

Brother had no choice but to wave his hand to tell people to disperse.

The chieftain and the third wife went upstairs through the tall doorway.At this time, those house slaves who were grinding tsampa by hand, washing wheat with water, milking cows twice, and cleaning silverware in the yard suddenly sang. Father rushed from his room. He came out with the look of an angry lion, but the song of the slaves was not the kind sung by the children, so there was nothing to criticize. He could only shake his head resentfully and go back to the room.

The chieftain asked the housekeeper to pay some money, and wanted to buy a new set of silver ornaments for the third wife.So the silversmith who had offered me water and wine before the horse was called in.This guy hides a pair of skillful hands under a leather apron when he has nothing to do.I feel that whenever this hive-like stockade is quiet, the sound of silversmiths hammering silver can be heard all over the world.Everyone is listening.That voice echoed throughout the world.

Ding bang!

Ding bang!

Ding-boom-!
Now, he smiled at the singing women.He was sitting in the shade of the huge wooden pillars supporting the tall stockade, and he always had rich expressions on his face.

The thin silver shone like a clear pond in front of him.The man told me his name, but I can't remember it.I think Dolma must remember.I can't say why, but I think she must remember.Dolma pinched me and said, "You idiot!"

"Say it quickly."

"He has served you before, so you don't even remember your name so soon?
You won't do the same to me, will you? "

I said no.Then she told me the name of the silversmith.That guy's name is Quza.Dolma only met him once—at least I thought they only met once—and remembered the name of the silversmith so clearly that it made my sensitive heart ache.So, I looked elsewhere and ignored her.Dolma came over and touched my head with her full breasts, and my stiff neck began to go limp.She knew that I was about to lose it, so she softened her voice and said, "My God, a suckling doll still knows how to be jealous, which makes me feel bad!"

"I'm going to kill that guy."

Dolma turned around and hugged me, and pressed my head into the deep groove of her chest, so stuffy that I couldn't breathe.She said: "Young master is angry, young master is angry. Isn't young master serious?"

I don't like her talking to me in a presumptuous tone just because she gave me her body.I finally broke free from her breasts, which were as soft as freshly brewed cheese.His face was flushed, and he gasped and said, "I'm going to scald his hands making silver in the oil pan."

Dolma covered her face and turned away.

My foolish mind thought, although I will not become a chieftain, I am also the son of the current chieftain and the brother of the future chieftain.A woman is nothing more than a low-hanging fruit.I left her and walked around.All have their own business.The chieftain guarded the third wife who got her hand but couldn't find a chance to speak.The second wife is practicing meditation in the center of a rich flower on a Persian rug.I called her, but in her opened eyes, there was only a piece of white, as empty as the essence of things mentioned in Buddhist scriptures.Living Buddha Jiga opened a yellow leather bundle in front of Lama Menba.The children of house slaves wandered in the fields, carrying snakes on sticks, and singing songs that had been lost for a long time but were suddenly revived.Since the thrush incident, they have kept me, a noble and lonely person, a little at arm's length.I'm very lonely.The chieftain, the young master, and the chieftain's wife, as long as they don't fight wars, have no festivals, and don't have the opportunity to punish their servants, they are all very lonely.I suddenly understood why my father kept causing trouble.For a small rebellious village, he went to the provincial government in the interior to petition, introduced opium, taught his soldiers to undergo new-style drills, killed a leader who was loyal to him for a woman, and made monks vie for favor with each other like women.Understanding this truth does not eliminate my loneliness.Those who work are not lonely.My brother is not in the village, no one knows where he went.Those people had work to do: grind mills, milk cows, tan leather, spin thread, and chat while they worked.The silversmith is beating the silver, jingle!
(End of this chapter)