The monk who was guarding the watch was completely shocked by Jialuorong's actions. He couldn't help but look at the mustache lying behind again. He didn't know what the relationship was between the two people, so that a weak Tibetan girl could forget everything.
. He stepped forward and grabbed Jia Luorong's arm tightly. Jia Luorong's behavior made people feel that if this man did not receive treatment, she would keep kneeling.
"Don't be like this." The monk who was watching the watch was completely impressed by Jialuorong's persistence and dedication.
Jialuorong's snow-white face was covered with blood, and only her tearful eyes were exposed. She was held tightly by her arms by the watchman monk, so that her upper body could no longer be knocked down. She raised her head and looked at it while crying.
The monk's extremely sad eyes can almost penetrate people's souls.
Faced with such a look, the monk who was guarding the watch couldn't bear to look at it. He lowered his head and wanted to pull Jialuorong up first. In a short period of time, the monk suddenly remembered a lot. Although he was a monk living in a temple
, but he still has relatives and childhood friends in the world.
If these people encounter the current predicament, what should he do? Will he still be hard-hearted and shut out the other party?
The monk couldn't bear it any longer. He frowned, hesitated, raised his head and said to Jialuorong, "I can inform Master Mencuo for you."
When Jialuorong, who was about to faint, heard these words, she seemed to see the last glimmer of light in the darkness. She could not express her gratitude in words, but all her gratitude was revealed in her eyes.
"I can report it for you, but I can't guarantee whether Master Mencuo is willing to see you. Just wait." The monk on duty slowly let go of Jialuorong, turned around quickly and walked inside. When he crossed the gate
, he paused, turned to Jialuorong and said, "Don't hurt yourself."
Jialuorong nodded vigorously. She struggled to crawl to Mustache, stretched out her bloody hand, and touched his face and chest very lightly. Although she knew that Mustache was unconscious, she still gestured.
Tell him that someone has reported it on their behalf and that his eyes can hopefully be cured.
After that, Jialuorong sat on the ground, held his mustache in his arms, wiped off the dust on his face bit by bit, and looked into the door from time to time. After waiting for about ten minutes, the monk who was keeping watch
Jialuorong quickly walked out of it with the other two people, and quickly put down his mustache and went forward.
She looked anxiously at the three people who came out. The monk on guard let out a long breath and said, "Master Mencuo promised to see you, so follow them."
Jialuorong looked at the monk who was guarding the watch and bowed solemnly to express her gratitude. The two people behind put their mustaches on their backs and walked quickly inside. Jialuorong could no longer walk, but she gritted her teeth and kept walking.
He persisted, grabbing one of the mustache's hands and following behind.
The temple was silent in the middle of the night. Master Mencuo had returned to his meditation room from the monastery. Two people with mustaches on their backs stopped outside the door. The master's voice came from inside, indicating that they should be sent in.
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The room is very simple, with a faint smell of Tibetan incense. The master Mencuo in the temple is an old lama who is nearly seventy years old. He has just recovered from his practice, and his expression is very peaceful and serene. The two of them put on their mustaches
He and Jia Luorong were brought into the room and then left. Master Mencuo first looked at his mustache and then at Jia Luorong with blood on his face. He was a compassionate old man. After listening to the monk's report, he quickly
I am so moved by Jialuorong.
Jialuorong was kneeling upright in front of Master Mencuo. Master Mencuo handed her a wet cloth and asked her to wipe off the blood on her face. But Jialuorong refused, and she gestured to tell her master about the mustache.
But she didn't know what exactly mustache had hurt her eyes.
Master Mencuo leaned over to look at Mustache's eyes. He looked very carefully, but after looking for a while, he knew that this was not a disease, but his eyes were poisoned by something poisonous. This poison, Mencuo's eyes were poisoned.
Master Tso has never seen it before.
The outside of the bearded eyeballs seemed to be covered with a faint layer of black mist, and the eyelids had begun to erode. Master Mencuo pondered for a moment and told Jialuorong that he would try his best to treat everyone who came to the temple, but
Mustache's condition was unprecedented. He was not sure he could cure this poison, so he could only try his best.
Jialuorong felt a little relieved for the time being. Although Master Mencuo was not absolutely sure, she was somewhat hopeful. Her tense nerves and overloaded body could no longer support her, and she suddenly fainted in the room.
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When people are preoccupied with things, they always have trouble sleeping. Although Jia Luorong was extremely sleepy, she only slept for a few hours before she woke up. Her body seemed to be filled with lead, and it was so heavy that she could not lift a bar.
However, after she woke up, she immediately asked someone to ask. Mustache stayed in Master Mencuo's room to receive treatment. Jialuorong ran outside the room and stood at the door, waiting quietly.
"Master will definitely do his best. Don't worry too much. Go back and have a good rest." Someone advised Jialuorong.
Jialuorong shook her head. She didn't know how to cure Mustache's eyes. She felt that all she could do was stay close to him. She believed that there was a power in the dark. The closer they were, the more they would understand each other.
The more at ease you feel.
She couldn't see the scene in the room and didn't know how far the treatment was. After standing quietly outside the door for a moment, the call of Master Mencuo came from the room. The monk guarding outside gently opened the door and left.
Went in, listened to the guru say a few words, then turned around and left in a hurry.
"Don't close the door." Master Mencuo looked back at Jia Luorong who was standing outside the door. He seemed to be able to guess Jia Luorong's heart and knew that the other person was always thinking about his mustache, so he deliberately opened the door to let Jia Luorong.
Luo Rong could see the scene in the room.
Soon, three monks left the temple in a hurry. According to the instructions of Master Mencuo, they had to go to distant places to buy some medicine.
After a while, Master Mencuo wiped his hands with a piece of cloth, walked slowly to the door, and said to Jia Luorong that he had a little confidence. If the medicinal materials could be found, then the confidence would be greater.
The detoxification formula of the Grimace Mushroom has been lost for a long time. To be able to get such a result makes Jialuorong feel that the stone in his heart can finally be let go.
But then, Master Mencuo went on to tell Jialuorong that even if all the medicinal materials were found, it would be impossible to restore Mustache's vision to the state before blindness. The toxin was really too powerful and seriously eroded Mustache's eyes.
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What followed was a long wait. During this period, Jialuorong was allowed to stay by Xiaohu's side. Master Mencuo's treatment had a certain effect. Xiaohu could regain a little consciousness, but when his consciousness recovered, he would
He suffered tremendous pain in his eyes, so the master used medicine to keep Mustache asleep.
For several days, Jia Luorong kept repeating one thing, which was to hold Mustache's hand and gently write in his palm.
It will be okay, it will be okay, it will be okay...
After a long time, the three monks who had gone out returned one after another. They brought back the medicine that Master Mencuo needed. The treatment reached the most critical step, and Master Mencuo screened everyone away.
This process lasted for almost ten hours. When Master Mencuo walked out of the room, he showed a smile to Jialuorong who was guarding the door. This smile made Jialuorong see hope. She knew that it was possible
Everything went well.
Another hour later, Mustache woke up. When he opened his eyes, Jialuorong couldn't help but cry again. At this moment, she felt that everything she had done was worth it, the blood she shed and the food she ate.
She was very satisfied that she could save this man's life and cure his eyes.
Master Mencuo's words were correct. Even if he tried his best, it was impossible for Mustache to return to the state before blindness. When Mustache opened his eyes, his sight seemed to be covered with a layer of translucent plastic.
Luo Rong was right in front of him, but Mustache could only see a vague shadow. With later treatment, the condition may get better, but it will not fully recover.
Master Mentso is an open-minded person. He does not ask about the origin of Mustache or why he was injured. He is truly like a Buddha who saves all sentient beings. Saving people is his original intention and nothing else.
But there is no doubt that people like Mustache will always arouse some interest in others. In the subsequent treatment, Master Mencuo will have a conversation with Mustache, and the topic will be very casual, even though Mustache’s eyesight is not enough to fully see Mencuo.
The expression on his master's face was low, but he could feel that there was something else in his words.
Mustache asked directly. He only planned to ask once, because if a person like Master Mencuo can say something, he will answer it once. If he can't say it, no matter how many times he asks, it is useless.
Master Mencuo pondered for a moment and said that he could tell that Jialuorong was an unusual Tibetan girl because she had two different spiritual consciousnesses in her body. In other words, she had two different spiritual consciousnesses in her body.
soul.
"I don't know whose method this is, but..." Master Mencuo looked at his mustache and said, "She can't live too long, and no one can save her."
Mustache's heart felt as if he had been stabbed by an awl, and he felt a sudden pain. For the first time in his life, he felt like a bastard. He had no reason to ignore Jialuorong or resist Jialuorong.
"She only has a few years to live, why should I do this to her?" Xiaohu closed his eyes. Although he did not see it with his own eyes, he could imagine how Jialuorong dragged himself step by step outside the temple gate.
"The spiritual consciousness in her body is very complicated." Master Mencuo continued: "She has a very important thing that is closely related to this spiritual consciousness. If this thing is lost accidentally, it will put her in great danger.
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Mustache immediately thought of prayer wheels. Jialuorong can be seen as the continuation of Kelsang Meiduo's consciousness, but their own personalities are completely different. For various reasons, Kelsang Meiduo has a strong interest in material and money.
This strong desire unconsciously extended to the prayer wheels, but Jialuorong was very indifferent. She only felt that the prayer wheels were important, but she was not as eager as Kelsang Meiduo.
"I feel." Master Mencuo said solemnly: "There is a secret in this thing."