The old lama holding the big wooden box was very arrogant and didn't look at anyone seriously. He walked forward slowly as if to confirm Solo's speculation. Many patients could not restrain themselves from the torture of the disease and let out painful moans.
He groaned, just hoping that this lama, who was as proud as a rooster at dawn, would stop and take a look, but the other party was completely indifferent. He just walked forward slowly holding a box full of bone beads, holding a pile of bones of dead people and animals.
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Xu Qing sat by the campfire and watched this scene quietly. His eyes shifted to the wooden box in the old lama's hand. It contained many polished bone beads, white, yellowish, waxy, and even some with blood scabs.
There are...there are thousands of people in front of the temple, but there are actually not many patients. Most of them are companions, relatives, friends, and even ex-wives, stepmothers, uncles...all kinds of relationships are intricate, covering basically everything.
Most of the existing social relationships, those who can be by your side at this time are good people.
The poor live in the busy city and no one cares about it, while the rich have distant relatives in the mountains. The words of the ancients are still in my ears. It will take hundreds and thousands of years to realize that the principles of life have not changed. Some people are not far away for a medical treatment quota that they do not know whether it is true or false.
Wanli came to this cold and miserable land for only two words, hope.
Xu Qing scanned the four top corners of the wooden box and found that there was a bone bead stuck in each top corner. The four bone beads were polished to be extremely smooth, and there was a layer of waxy paste attached to them.
I know it is an old object that is often played with. It is made of human eyebrow bones. I am a little cautious when I think about it, but I can conclude that these four bone beads are genuine. High-quality updates.
The old lama strolled leisurely and stopped not far from Xu Qing and others. The corner of his eye swept across Yang Jin's face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his lips twitched twice. He paused and walked straight towards the bonfire.
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"Let's smoke first!" A low shout came from behind and the old lama stopped again. A look of displeasure appeared on his face. Following the shout, he turned around and saw a bearded man in military uniform.
The man frowned and said in a low voice: "I will decide who comes first. If they make more noise, you can take them away."
The strength of the old lama was obviously unexpected. The man in military uniform stood there for a moment, not knowing how to reply. Fortunately, another soldier in military uniform beside him secretly stretched out his hand to give him a hand and whispered a few words.
Saying something, the bearded man clasped his hands and bowed to the old lama, his face full of embarrassment.
The moment the old lama turned his head, Xu Qing waved to Yang Jin and made a whispering gesture.
The smart Yang Jin understood immediately and turned his head to her ear. Xu Qing immediately whispered a few words in her ear. At this moment, the old lama turned around and walked over slowly holding the big wooden box. High quality
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The old lama carried the box and walked to the bonfire. He lowered his head and looked at Yang Jin in front of him, then turned his head and glanced at Solo who was standing by the fire.
Solo was also a smart man. When he saw the old lama arriving, he half-bowed and stood quietly waiting for him. Before the lama could cast his eyes on him, he already clasped his palms together and bowed down with infinite piety, muttering incessantly.
Wang Chao also stood up, clasped his palms together and bowed his head to the old lama. He lowered his head and muttered something vaguely. Xu Qing, who was nearest, could hear clearly that the old lama was actually chanting 'Amitabha' repeatedly.
There are no sects in reciting Buddha's name. As long as there is a Buddha in your heart, whether you are reciting Amitabha, Padmasambhava, or Vajra Buddha, they are all the Buddhas of the ten directions and three times. When expanded, they are all one. No matter whether you are a monk or a lama, you can accept it.
Because there is essentially no difference.
The old lama seemed very satisfied with the piety of the two people. A faint smile appeared on his tense face, and he turned to the lamas behind him and said: "Shangri-La!"
"Shangri-La?" Xu Qing looked stunned. In his mind, he heard this word often, as if it was the name of a place or hotel. The old lama in front of him suddenly said this sentence, which made him confused.
Yang Jin beside him seemed to see the doubts in his eyes, and lowered his voice and said: "Shangri-La is explained in Tibetan as the place where dreams begin. The box in his hand contains the dreams of recovery for everyone here. We are the first one here."
He started to touch the bone beads, so it is called the place where dreams begin."
Xu Qing nodded thoughtfully and said to Yang Jin: "You come first!" The old lama held the wooden box flat with both hands and stretched forward, and his newly opened face became tense again.
Solo hurriedly stepped forward to help his daughter up, and whispered to Wang Chao on the side: "You can also help me over, it will be quick." After saying that, he helped his daughter to the wooden box. The father and daughter had a tacit understanding.
With his head slightly lowered than the box in the old lama's hand, Yang Jin murmured several Buddhist chants and put his hand into the round hole in the wooden box.
Wow! Yang Jin flipped through the box with his little hand a few times, pursed his lips and frowned as if he was trying his best to explore. After about ten seconds, he lifted his little hand from the mouth of the box, holding a waxy yellow bone bead between his thumb and index finger.
A bright light flashed in the old lama's eyes, and he smiled and said: "The little girl has become a big girl, and this year I finally got my wish."
As soon as he finished speaking, a red-robed lama wearing a high hat stepped forward and stood next to Yang Jin. You could see a mark on his chest, number one.
Yang Jin clenched the bone bead with her little hands and held it tightly to her chest. Tears instantly filled her eyes. Over the years, she had been dreaming about touching a bone bead, so that she could stand up again with her own strength.
, I finally waited for today, my shallow eyes could not hold the tears of joy, and they flowed silently down my cheeks.
It was not only Yang Jin who shed tears, but also Solo. His daughter touched a bone bead and he shed tears of joy. Over the years, he had placed all his hopes on the bone bead. Today, he finally touched one.
Twelve years, the Emperor and Heaven have paid off!
The father and daughter hugged each other and cried, cheek to cheek, heart to heart. The tears of the father and daughter who depended on each other melted into one place, and they were inseparable from each other. Twelve years of hard waiting finally had good results. How could we let this happen?
Don't they cry with joy?
Some people were happy, and some sighed. People are selfish. Yang Jin touched a bone bead, which was equivalent to taking away a quota for treatment. The patients and companions who were waiting anxiously were a little disappointed. Fortunately, there were still six
There is still hope for quota.
The old lama seemed to be used to this kind of scene. He held the wooden box and said calmly: "Those who touched the bone beads should step aside and wait for the next one."
Only then did Solo wake up from the huge surprise. He held his daughter and took two steps back. Wang Chao helped Xu Qing and walked to the wooden box. Xu Qing was about to reach out to grab a bone bead, but the box was blocked by the old lama.
Lifting it up a bit, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
The old lama frowned and looked at Wang Chao's old face with a pair of orange eyes. Two scorching lights flashed in his eyes, and he asked coldly: "Where have we met before?"