Chapter 753: Meeting an Old Friend in Hezhou, Xiniu
Chapter 753: Meeting an Old Friend in Hezhou, Xiniu
Just as the girl said, she didn't walk far before she stopped in front of a flat sand dune, squatted down and dug up the sand with all her strength.
After a sandstorm, the landform will change to varying degrees. The moving sand dunes are like a moving maze. Although you have a good view when standing on the top of the dune, it is difficult to tell where you are.
Accurately locating objects buried under sand dunes is even more difficult for mortals to accomplish.
The woman stood by holding the child, watching coldly like an overseer, her eyes full of suspicion and hostility.
Her fate should not have been so lonely and helpless. She blamed her daughter Rinzeng Dolma for her fate.
The Western meaning of Rigdzin Dolma is Tara, which represents the beautiful blessing of bestowing wealth and spiritual treasures on all living beings.
The reason for giving this name was not because the woman had a deep understanding of Western religious scriptures, but because the girl was different from others when she was born. She had fair skin, a round face, a unique fragrance, and was extremely cute.
It's like a treasure that will slowly open up over time.
Her husband Duoren asked the lama of the tribe to give her a name. The lama was very happy and wrote a letter to the master. The master came to see her in person and gave her this name.
At that time, the emperor also gave Duoren's family a lot of barley and ghee, saying that their daughter had a connection with Buddha and would be dedicated to the great Bodhisattva in the future and enjoy supreme merit and achievement.
As Rinzin Dolma grew up, she looked more like a princess of the grassland royal family than a daughter of a tribal family.
If the master had not visited Duoren's home many times and announced publicly at the tribal alliance meeting that the child had been dedicated to the Bodhisattva and that anyone who dared to touch her would suffer endless retribution, Zhuoma would have been snatched away by other tribal leaders long ago.
Originally, the master planned to take Zhuoma to the temple when she was twelve years old and reshape her "dharmakaya" from her previous life, that is, to make her a holy vessel containing endless magical power. However, when the master led a large treasure-welcoming team to the tribe, Zhuoma was missing and could not be found anywhere.
The master believed that Duoren loved his daughter so much that he knew the truth about the making of the "magic instrument" and therefore hid the heaven-given treasure. So he tortured him severely and forced him to tell the whereabouts of the treasure.
Duoren never uttered a word until his death. Just when his master was about to mobilize the surrounding tribes to search the mountain, the demonic calamity came.
The Buddha ordered all believers in Xiniu Hezhou to put aside all their affairs and go to the nearby Buddhist temples to seek protection and wait for the Buddha to appear and save their souls.
The master had no choice but to give up and immediately rushed back to the Buddhist temple.
Just as the woman's tribe was about to set off, Zhuoma, who was thought to have been taken away and eaten by wolves in the mountains, reappeared and followed the woman and her brother on the journey to the Great Snow Mountain Buddhist Temple.
During the disaster, orphans and widows were the first to be abandoned. The tribal chief was whipped by the master because of Zhuoma’s disappearance. As a result, the family was excluded from the travel team, and no ropes were tied to guide them in the sandstorm.
If the master had not said that anyone who touched Zhuoma would be punished by Buddha, never be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and fall into hell, Zhuoma would have been sold to the headman by a woman in exchange for her and her son's life.
The girl dug for a long time, her hands covered in blood, and finally a corner of the burlap bag appeared at the bottom of the sand pit.
The woman's eyes lit up, and she carefully and gently put her sleeping son down. She kicked the girl away and pounced on him, trying frantically to drag the bag of dry food out of the sand pit.
The girl sat aside, holding up her bloodstained hands, looked at them for a while, closed her eyes and meditated again, sighed secretly, sat cross-legged, and silently chanted a blessing spell, as if waiting for something to come.
After much effort, the woman finally dug out the dry food, took out the barley cake and yak jerky from it, hurriedly put them into her mouth, drank a mouthful of water from the water bag, and chewed them hard. After chewing them until they were chewed up, she crawled to the boy, patted his cheek to wake him up, and put the softened food in her mouth into the boy's mouth.
The scene of a loving mother feeding her child seemed to be the last bit of warmth in this cruel world. The girl looked at them silently, neither sad nor happy, and as peaceful as Mount Sumeru.
"Mom, am I not dead? Did you save me?"
"Doji, don't be afraid. We can reach the Great Snow Mountain, where there is a stairway to paradise. The Buddha will lead you to paradise, where there is only peace and joy, no worries..."
The woman coaxed him gently. This child was her last hope for survival. She only had one obsession left in her heart, which was to send him to the snowy mountains.
Just like this, she murmured in the child's ear, describing the picture of heaven's bliss, where the river flowed with mare's milk, the stream flowed with honey, the mountains were covered with highland barley and barley, and when one fruit was plucked from the tree, another would grow immediately, and everyone could take it at any time, and it was inexhaustible...
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble slightly, and the amplitude of the tremor became larger and larger, as if something underground had broken through the soil from a distance and was rushing towards this direction.
The woman finally remembered the Buddha's command conveyed by the messenger, and in horror she hugged the boy tightly in her arms, trying to use her thin body to provide the last barrier for the child.
The sand not far away suddenly sank, as if a big hole had opened under the quicksand layer, and a large amount of quicksand poured into it.
Immediately afterwards, an explosive force exploded from the sinkhole of the quicksand, blowing up sand and rocks all over the sky. A monster that was more than two meters tall, covered with heavy shells and with two front limbs like two large shovels with teeth, broke out of the ground.
The monster rushed out of the ground, and the shaking sound did not stop. Instead, it became louder and more frequent.
More sand pits appeared all around, one, two, three...
Dozens of huge demonic insects emerged from the ground from all directions and surrounded the mother and her two children.
The woman stood up holding the child and wanted to escape, but when she glanced around, she saw three or five demon insects slowly approaching in every direction. She was so anxious that she was running around in circles, like an ant on a hot pan. Although her desire to survive was extremely strong, she could only go around in circles in vain.
The girl seemed not to have noticed the approaching demon worm. She walked leisurely to the dry food bag and picked up the water bag dropped by the woman. She first took a big gulp of water, then took out the barley cake that her mother was reluctant to eat from the dry food bag, took a big bite, and chewed it with big mouthfuls of water, fearing that she would not be able to swallow it in time if she was slow.
"Mom, you should eat a few bites quickly. If you are obsessed with hunger and thirst before you die, you will be reborn as a hungry ghost."
After swallowing a mouthful of wheat cake, the girl kindly reminded her mother.
The burrowing magic mosquito observed carefully for a long time and finally confirmed that the prey had no ability to resist this time. It acted quickly. The leading one swooped forward, jumped in the air, and jumped directly over the heads of the mother and child. It clearly chose the girl as its priority.
The girl stared at all this with her beautiful eyes wide open. She didn't look panicked, but she chewed a little faster, just wanting to swallow the food in her mouth before being pounced on by the devil mosquito.
Just when the devil mosquito was less than a foot away from the girl, a shadow came by unexpectedly. The girl felt her body lighten and someone picked her up by the waist.
The girl in his arms looked up with a wheat cake in her mouth, and saw that the man was tall, with three long beards on his chin. His appearance was very different from the people of the Xiniu Hezhou tribe. There might be differences in national aesthetics, but his appearance was still very pleasing to the eye. He was many times more handsome than the grassland prince who accompanied the master last time.
(End of this chapter)