There is a memory that is deeply rooted and will not disappear with the passage of time. Its name is hatred. The old lama will not forget this face, but it is difficult for him to associate the old man in front of him with the fierce monsters many years ago. The thoughts that flashed through his mind made him react the most instinctively.

Wang Chao quickly bowed and replied stutteringly: "I haven't seen it before. I came from the south...Amitabha." Old Hanba became more and more human now. He spoke with a strong accent. When he said the last sentence "白未分" was still shaking slightly. His acting skills were enough to win an Oscar Little Golden Man.

The old lama frowned slightly, and suddenly held the bottom of the box with one hand, and his other palm suddenly poked out, and his five fingers were like hooks, buckled Wang Chao's shoulder with a click.

"Oh, my Amitabha!" Wang Chao suddenly opened his mouth and let out a cry of pain, hugging Xu Qing and rolled on the ground. The old lama also squatted down, his palm pressing against Lao Hanba's shoulders, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He began to doubt his judgment just now. If the old man in front of him was a monster of the past, he would never have made such a pitiful posture. Could it be that he looked similar?

Wang Chao hugged Xu Qing tightly and sat up with difficulty. He was sweating profusely on his forehead, and his lips trembled and murmured: "Amitabha...Amitabha..." He would recite this sentence again and again.

The old lama grabbed Wang Chao's shoulder and his five fingers suddenly relaxed and retracted. He put the wooden box forward with his palm. The mouth of the box faced Xu Qing and said lightly: "It's okay, touch the bone beads, and there are still people waiting."

Xu Qing hesitated for a moment, reached into the box, quickly took out a bone bead and spread it in his palm, raised his head and looked at the old lama timidly. He could clearly see a flash of surprise in the old lama's eyes, but soon returned to normal, and said lightly: "Good luck." After that, he stood up and gestured to the lama behind him. Immediately, a red-robed lama came over and stood behind Xu Qing. The crowd around him sighed again, and everyone knew that there was one less place.

Wang Chao sat on the ground and looked at the old lama holding the wooden box with his hand and turned toward the crowd, secretly letting go. The old lama holding the box was one of the lamas who had besieged him. I don’t know how to live until today. If he hadn’t reacted quickly, he would have been exposed. It all comes from his experience of being a human being during this period. He learned to adapt to the situation.

Xu Qing held the bone bead in his palm, but there was no joy on his face. He turned his head and looked at Lao Hanba and whispered: "Are you okay?"

Wang Chao pretended to be helpless and shook his head and said, "It's nothing big. The lama holding the box seems to be older than me. His hands are really strong, and he almost crushed my shoulders."

Xu Qing said, "It's fine. Let's sit next to the bonfire, it's warm." With Wang Chao's body, the old lama was not enough to tickle this guy, but now he has no internal strength and is cold all over when the wind blows. He is still comfortable next to the fire.

Wang Chao immediately hugged Xu Qing and walked towards the bonfire. Solo and his daughter were still hugging each other and cried. The red-robed lama standing behind them turned a deaf ear to these things. He was just a clay sculpture and wood sculpture. Standing here was equivalent to telling others that a quota had been generated.

Wang Chao held Xu Qing and sat down next to the fire. He watched the old lama carry a large wooden box to shuttle between the many patients. I don’t know when it will take all the patients to finish touching the bone beads?

Xu Qing and Yang Jin both picked bone beads from the corner of the box's inner lid. Doing so would directly lead to two patients who had gone through the "water route" and could not get a treatment quota. I wonder what the old lama would do.

Soon two more patients received the quota, but Xu Qing noticed that there was no expression of joy on the two of them, as if everything was right. One of them received the quota was the fat Lieutenant Colonel who was scratching his crotch.

The old lama held the wooden box with his hand and came to a pale middle-aged man, letting him reach into the box for a while, but strangely, he reached into the box and tinkered with it for nearly two minutes but didn't pull it back.

"Hurry, there are still people waiting." The old lama's urging did not innovate much. The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and pulled back his empty palm. He did not take out a bone bead. Anger appeared on his face. He lowered his voice and asked, "There are no bone beads on the top of the box. I spent a total of 200 million US dollars for this quota. If the Dharma King Zhuopu cannot cure the disease, I have nothing to say, but now there is no quota for treatment. I am too unreasonable, right?"

A look of disgust flashed in the old lama's eyes and said lightly: "Whoever collects your money and asks for bone beads, I am only responsible for the things in the box." After saying that, he held the wooden box by hand and walked straight towards another patient, ignoring the guy who used money to buy the quota.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and didn't say much. He just waited for the old lama to come over and immediately brought a satellite phone that looked like a brick from the people around him. Xu Qing had used this phone before. Don't be so ugly that it was quite easy to use, and it could also avoid various eavesdropping. This middle-aged man is a well-educated and successful person.

The old lama continued to move forward, and soon two seriously ill men touched the bone beads. The number was just halfway through, and all seven places were finalized. There was no absolute fairness in this world. People who did not touch the bone beads could only beg and sigh. There was even a gorgeously dressed woman who cried and fainted on the spot. It seemed that she was also a master who spent money but did not get the quota.

The old lama handed the wooden box in his hand to the red-robed lama behind him, whispered a few instructions, and swayed the corner of his robe and walked into the temple gate quickly.

The red-robed lama standing behind Xu Qing and Yangjin looked at each other, walked to the two of them, bent down and reached out to pick them up, and quickly walked towards the temple gate.

It turns out that irrelevant people cannot enter Datu Temple with the patients. The patients who touched the bone beads can only be carried into the temple by the assigned lamas. The seven lamas are all strong and strong men, and they are walking as fast as they hold people in their hands. When they walk into the temple gate with the patient in their arms, the red lacquer gate will be closed immediately, and no matter how the people outside the door cry and begg you, they will not open again.

After entering the temple gate, the seven lamas immediately took out a black cloth bag and covered the patients' heads. Except for Xu Qing, the other patients were not in the state of being outside. They could only recite the Buddha's name silently and let the lama carry his body forward.

Xu Qing could clearly see that the lama hugged him and turned left and right in the temple to a spacious and dark Buddhist temple. There was no lamp in the huge Buddhist temple. The most conspicuous ones were the three large Buddha statues placed side by side, namely Mahavirazhana Buddha, Lushana Buddha and Sakyamuni Buddha, respectively, representing the three bodies of Buddha, namely Dharma body, reward body and incarnation.

The lamas of the red robe put the patients in their hands in front of the Buddha statue and took off their heads. One of the lamas said loudly: "The Three Body Hall has arrived. Please be calm and chant the Buddha's name in your heart. The Dharma King will come to treat everyone soon."
Chapter completed!