Chapter 25: The fishing village is heartbroken and humiliated (Part 1)
Linhai County, Zhang'an County, Huipu Village.
"Donor Yan, it's time for you to eat something."
Holding the chipped pottery bowl, Huiyuan walked to the bed and gently blew on the steam from the fish soup.
The early morning sea breeze swayed the hanging oars, "whooshing" squeezed in through the cracks of the dirty and blackened wooden windows, and blew the iron water hammer on the stove to "clang, clink, clink".
Outside the window is a gray-blue sky, and the waves hit the shore, rolling up white foam. On the mud beach, small fishing boats are docked at random. A few lonely dwarf trees are swaying lightly in the sea breeze, with hemp ropes tied between the trunks.
There are several fishing nets hanging on the rope.
Yan Chinglang was lying on his back on a thin wooden bed, with a thin damp blanket covering his chest. His cheeks were sunken, his skin stuck tightly to his cheekbones, his beard and hair were disheveled, and he stared at the ceiling dully, his eyeballs motionless.
If it weren't for his subtle and long breathing, he would be no different from a dead person.
Huiyuan held Yan Qinglang's back with one hand and helped him stand up, and put the fish soup bowl in front of him with the other hand.
Yan Chinglang's face was expressionless and he didn't move his mouth. Huiyuan sighed, stretched out his fingers and tapped Yan Chinglang's throat, and with a little force, he forced him to open his mouth. Huiyuan fed the fish soup little by little, with his palms one by one.
Pressed the acupuncture points on Yan Jinglang's neck, chest, and back so that he could swallow smoothly.
Yan Qilang did not resist, and remained silent, like a resigned corpse.
Huiyuan helped Yan Chinglang lie down and persuaded: "Donor Yan, Miss Ning is dead. She risked her own life to save you. If you don't want to live, wouldn't you have let Miss Ning down and let her sacrifice in vain?"
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Yan Qinglang was still dumbfounded and silent. Huiyuan gave a few more words of advice, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and began to chant sutras in a low voice: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are empty, and he can overcome all suffering.
E. Relics, color is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."
His chanting voice was very clean, with an unquestionable firmness in his gentleness. Yan Chinglang allowed Huiyuan to chant without even moving a finger.
Hui Yueying read the sutra for an hour, until the sun was three o'clock in the sky, then he stopped and said: "Donor Yan, I have to go to work, you have a good rest. Donor Yan, you should not only think about Miss Ning, but also think about other people."
Think about it. Do you have brothers and sisters? Are your parents still alive? Where are your friends? It would be easy for you to die, but have you ever thought about their grief, just like you today?"
Yan Chinglang's eyes rolled slightly, and his expression returned to a dull expression. Huiyuan stood up, clasped his hands together, bowed to Yan Chinglang, and walked out of the room.
This is a fishing village, home to about a hundred families, who make a living by fishing on weekdays. Several dark-skinned old boatmen are sitting on the beach, scraping off the barnacles and shells stuck to the bottom of the fishing boat while holding hammers and planks.
, knocking and repairing fishing boats.
A dozen fisherwomen were darning fishing nets with needles and ropes. When they saw Huiyuan coming, they all greeted him enthusiastically: "Xiao Jia is here." "How is your father? Is he feeling better?"
"Come here quickly and help auntie!"
After menstruation, Huiyuan's scalp had already grown green stubble, and he no longer looked like a bald monk. The Taoist sect was chasing Yan Qilang all over the world, so Huiyuan did not dare to reveal his identity, so he adopted his lay name.
, claiming to the outside world that Yan Chulang was his father, who fell ill and lived here.
Huiyuan was penniless, so he helped these fisherwomen by mending their fishing nets. He didn't want any money, but just asked for some overnight porridge and soup. He was diligent and honest, and people in the village liked him very much. "Hello Aunt Weng, Sister Zhang, Sister-in-law Wang..." Huiyuan blushed and responded one by one, avoiding a few pairs of burning eyes. He was thin-skinned, fair-looking, and spoke with a gentle voice. He was the boldest person in the village.
The widow liked to make fun of him, saying some dirty words, watching his face turn the color of pig liver, and then the whole room burst into laughter.
Huiyuan picked up a broken fishing net, took the fishbone needle handed to him by the fisherwoman, and began to mend it with familiar hands and feet. His fingers were extremely dexterous, and his movements were quick and light, eliciting a chorus of admiration.
"Xiao Jia, your father's illness has been dragging on for a long time. Later I will take you to the Poseidon Temple in the north to pay homage and ask the Poseidon to bless him and get rid of his illness..."
"Hehe, I think it would be best to give Xiao Jia a wife to celebrate his father's birthday. Xiao Jia, what do you think of me?"
"Go away, you slut can become a little bitch's mother."
"What do you know? Old women know how to love others best, don't you think so, Xiao Jia?
Huiyuan blushed and did not dare to talk. After mending the fishing net, he took the initiative to help the old fisherman knock on the boards and mend the boat. His hands never stopped.
In the distance, a man lying down and basking in the sun looked at Huiyuan for a while, walked away without anyone noticing, and sneaked to Huiyuan's residence.
This was originally a utility room where villagers piled broken fishing gear. It was built with sea mud, sand and snail shells mixed together. After Huiyuan arrived, he started to repair it. The roof was covered with thatch, pressed against the rocks, and a door was built with large bundles of branches.
Simple Chaimen.
The idle man looked around, pushed open the firewood door, and tiptoed to Yan Chinglang's bedside. He accidentally knocked over the iron water hammer, and it fell to the ground with a clang, which startled him. p>
Yan Qinglang lay straight on the bed, looking at the roof dully, as if he didn't see any outsiders intruding.
The idle man couldn't help but feel in his heart. Isn't this guy a dead man? "Hey! Brother?" The idle man coughed and yelled with a trembling voice. His name was Eryuzi. He was famous in the village for being idle all day long and stealing chickens and dogs.
A lazy man.
Yan hitting the waves is unheard of, just like clay sculptures and wood carvings.
"Hey, I'm calling you, wake up!" Eryuzi kicked the foot of the bed, and the wooden bed made a harsh "creak" sound and shook, and Yan Jinglang on the bed also swayed.
He's not really dead, is he? Eryuzi was stunned, and put his palms in front of the other person's nostrils. After a while, he felt a faint breath. He looked around and saw that there was no one around, and quickly reached out and put his hand into Yan Chinglang's breast.
Take out your clothes and look around to see if there is anything valuable.
Yan Chinglang lay on the bed, unresponsive.
"He's a poor guy!" Eryuzi cursed a few times and took out his hand angrily, "What a damn bad luck. If you touch a poor guy, the more you touch him, the poorer he becomes! This old guy is actually poorer than me, uncle.
Is there no justice anymore?"
Yan Qinglang remained motionless.
Er Yuzi hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Yan Qinglang's collar: "Where is the money? Hand it over honestly! Hey, the uncle is talking to you! Damn it, talk, you are so poor that you are poor as hell
Can't let one go? Are you looking down on you, Mr. Eryuzi?" He raised his left hand high, as if he was going to hit the swallows and waves.
Yan Qilang rolled his eyes, Eryuzi felt guilty and stepped back involuntarily.
After a few breaths, Yan Chinglang lay motionless on the bed.
"Damn it, you dare to scare your uncle?" Er Yuzi became angry, rushed forward, grabbed Yan Qinglang's lapel, and slapped him hard in the face.
With a "pop", Yan Qinglang's face was not yet red, but Er Yuzi's hand swelled up quickly, like a bright red pig's urine bubble, which made him scream in pain.
What an evil person! This poor guy's face is harder than a stone? Did I hit an evil person, or is the Poseidon Queen trying to punish me? Although Eryuzi is disgusted by the villagers, he has never done such evil things to bully the elderly and the weak.
He was inevitably a little scared. He moved his feet, turned around and ran out.
The light suddenly dimmed, and a figure as straight as a cliff stood in front of Chaimen, making it difficult to see his face. This person seemed to be shrouded in mist, and his eyes were as powerful as thunder and lightning, making people tremble with fear.