Mo Hai came to the old man. The old man took out a straw mat and placed it next to him, motioning for Mo Hai to sit down.
This group of Tibetans were enthusiastic and honest, and the eyes they cast towards Mo Hai were full of friendliness. Mo Hai smiled slightly, said hello to everyone, and then sat down cross-legged. Started by
Next to the old man, there was a little boy about six or seven years old sitting. The little boy huddled next to the old man. The red light of the bonfire reflected on his little face, which was flushed. However, the little boy looked at Mo Hai with shy eyes.
Even more so with weakness.
Mo Hai's eyesight was so great that he could tell at a glance that the little boy was sick, and it was not just an ordinary illness.
"Young man, why are you so thinly dressed? Put on this blanket." The old man took out a woolen blanket that looked a little dirty.
"I'm not afraid of the cold by nature, otherwise I wouldn't wear clothes like this." Mo Hai said with a smile, not because he disliked the wool blanket being dirty, but because he really didn't need it.
"Well, let's warm ourselves up by the fire. By the way, have you eaten? I still have some naan cakes here." The old man took out another cloth bag containing naan cakes.
"I just ate, I'm not hungry. By the way, sir, aren't you residents here? Why do you live outside?" Mo Hai changed the subject without leaving a trace.
"We are all here to worship the sacred mountain. Let's rest here tonight," the old man said.
"Uncle, can you tell me about this sacred mountain?" Mo Hai continued to ask.
"You are here for tourism, but since you happen to be here, come with us to worship the sacred mountain tomorrow. The sacred mountain is very efficacious and can ward off misfortunes and pray for blessings. I had a serious illness when I was a child, and the doctors at that time said that I could not do it.
But my mother carried me on her back and came to the sacred mountain to worship. After drinking the snow water flowing from the sacred mountain and some herbs given by the lamas near the sacred mountain, my illness miraculously healed," the old man said.
"That's really magical." Mo Hai smiled.
"My grandson was checked in the hospital a few days ago and was told that he had leukemia. The doctor said that treatment would cost at least one million, and it might even be impossible to cure. How can we have so much money? I will take him with me this time.
I come to worship the sacred mountain, hoping that the sacred mountain will appear and save my poor grandson." The old man's tone was a little sad, but there was a spark of hope in his eyes.
The sacred mountain is a kind of sustenance in his heart.
When Mo Hai heard this, he opened his Dharma Eyes and took another look at the little boy. The little boy's vitality was indeed very weak.
Although leukemia is incapable of modern medicine, it is not a serious illness for Mo Hai.
Most of the Tibetans around here came to pray to the sacred mountain to eliminate disasters and cure diseases. Under the observation of Mo Hai, many Tibetans here had the fire of life swaying like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that it might be possible at any time.
extinguished.
Mo Hai sighed in his heart, life, old age, illness, death, reincarnation, this kind of thing, to be honest, Mo Hai shouldn't have to interfere at will.
But now that Mo Hai has seen these people today, they are simple and kind-hearted, and Mo Hai can't bear to die without saving them.
The way of heaven wants people to die, but Mo Hai wants to go against heaven. Of course, Mo Hai will not use his own name. He will wait until he sees the sacred mountain tomorrow to make the calculation. If it is a sacred mountain, it would be best if it really has something strange.
It was just a natural phenomenon, so Mo Hai regarded it as a trip to see the scenery, which was fine.
"The sacred mountain will definitely appear. Your grandson is so cute and will be healthy for a lifetime." Mo Hai said with a smile.
When the old man heard Mo Hai's words, the wrinkles on his dark and old face softened slightly. Sometimes, words of comfort can indeed give people hope and motivation.
Of course, Mo Hai's words were not words of comfort.
Perhaps it was Mo Hai's comforting words that made the old man feel much better. The old man suddenly waved his hand to Mo Hai and motioned for Mo Hai to come over.
Mo Hai came over, and the old man whispered in Mo Hai's ear: "Young man, let me tell you a secret. There are gods living on the sacred mountain, and they are also fairies. I have seen them."
Mo Hai was slightly surprised and looked at the old man. The old man didn't look like he was joking, but to be honest, the words of such an old man were really not believable. After all, the old man was superstitious, and they could tell even if there was nothing.
It's clear and logical, as if it's true.
"You don't believe it?" the old man asked.
"If there really is an immortal on this sacred mountain, then everyone nearby must have seen it." Mo Hai said with a smile.
"Do you think anyone can see the gods? I escaped death that year, and I will come to worship the sacred mountain every year. Of course, not in December, but at other times, because except for December, there is no gold in the sacred mountain.
The top is just like an ordinary snow-capped mountain, so there is almost no one there at ordinary times. I remember that it was a summer more than thirty years ago. The weather was very good that day. I came to the sacred mountain to worship. There was no one there at the time. I was as usual
, took out the tribute, but for some reason, the sky suddenly changed, and the clouds were thick, so I had to hide behind a big rock. Later, it became so dark that I couldn’t see my fingers. I was really scared, and I knelt down to pray to the sacred mountain for protection.
, suddenly, a lightning struck down towards the sacred mountain. At that moment, I saw a fairy-like person floating in the air on the top of the sacred mountain, and then was struck by lightning. Later, I was so frightened that I fainted.
When I woke up, the weather was clear again, as if nothing had happened, but I was sure that it was not a dream, but a reality. But no one wanted to believe me when I talked about it. Later, I came to visit the sacred mountain for inspection.
Even scientists who heard me talk about this didn’t believe it. Young man, do you believe it?” The mobile phone will remember to provide you with exciting novel reading.
"If you really saw it with your own eyes, it is indeed believable." Mo Hai now felt that this sacred mountain might really hide some mysterious secrets.