After a walk around the outside of the temple, the Buddha statue was carried back to the temple again.

The three men placed the Buddha statue in front of the wooden pagoda, and the bronze Buddha fell to the ground with a bang.

Master Paro, who was sitting in front of the wooden pagoda, did not lift his eyelids, but kept reciting the scriptures.

After drinking the sugarcane water brought by the villagers, the three men sat silently in front of the wooden pagoda and listened to the scriptures.

Before the sun set, a bonfire was lit in the courtyard, and people lit candles in their hands and held a solemn candle patrol ceremony.

The children laughed and laughed, but they were firmly restrained by their parents from near the wooden tower.

As night fell, under the arrangement of the monks in the temple, everyone enjoyed the fasting meal.

In addition to the rice, dishes, and confectionery prepared at the temple, there is also meat, sugar, and sugar cane sake brought by the villagers.

Everyone laughed, ate and drank, and the three men kneeling in front of the wooden tower seemed to be deaf and motionless.

It wasn't until Master Paro on the wooden tower raised his hand imperceptibly that the three of them got up and walked to the table.

"Come!"

Several young men waved at the long-haired man and called him over.

The man strode to their table, sat down, took a banana leaf, spooned some rice, and took a piece of boiled beef, and nibbled on it.

A boy about five or six years old turned his head sideways and asked him, "Uncle Songpa, hasn't Uncle Songchai come back yet?" He said he would bring me a game console......

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head by his brother next to him.

Songpa's movements stopped, and his mouth stopped chewing.

The boy covered his head, and just wanted to cry, but was frightened back by his brother's glare.

Songpa swallowed the beef in his mouth, reached out and rubbed his head, and said in a mellow voice: "You'll have a game console." ”

With that, he stood up, slapped the man on the shoulder who was gobbling it up, and said in a deep voice, "Bakun!

Ba Kun was the man who had not stood firm when he carried the Buddha before, and when he heard it, he hurriedly wiped his mouth, stood up with some chagrin, and followed.

Seeing the two of them get up and walk towards the open space in the center, everyone cheered.

Sompha is recognized as the first Muay Thai boxer in more than a dozen surrounding villages, and even in the hearts of the young people in the village, there is no stronger fighter in the whole of Thailand.

On weekdays, he doesn't make a move, and only on important festivals like today, he occasionally plays an exhibition match with his brothers, which is also the highlight of the festival.

Someone took out the "Wanggong" that had been prepared long ago and put it on the heads of Songpa and Bakun, and the temple music group played ceremonial music, flutes, drums, and jingles sounded in unison.

Heavy dark clouds obscured the sky, a breeze blew in the sky, and the light of the fire reflected on Songpa's kneeling body, and with his dance, the surging muscles converged into layers of waves, tumbling, containing terrifying power.

Songpa's expression was serious and serious, as if he was doing the most sacred thing in the world.

Bakun had already wrapped a layer of arm guards and leg guards around his arms and calves with hemp rope, but Songpa had made no preparation.

The crowd formed a circle in the center with their bodies, and the two fighters stood opposite each other, with their hands folded and placed in the center of their foreheads.

At the end of the ceremony, Songpa raised his hands and placed them on the sides of his forehead, slightly hunched shoulders, his eyes fixed on Bakun, and his toes touched the ground, closing in on him.

Ba Kun put his fists on the sides of his cheeks and moved his feet, but he was retreating little by little.

Songpa suddenly stepped forward and kicked Bakun on the outside of his thigh.

Ba Kun's feet were crooked, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain, but he knew that Songpa had already left his hand, otherwise he would have been unable to stand for a long time.

It's really unlucky, but I can't blame anyone else, who didn't let myself stand firm?

Songpa kicked him with another whip kick, and this time Bakun anticipated his attack and raised his knee to block it.

Songpa didn't make any more moves, but he was still closing in little by little, which was to let him take the initiative to attack.

Ba Kun gritted his teeth and no longer dodged, but took a step forward and began to attack.

The fists and feet tied with hemp rope were as hard as wooden sticks, but Songpa did not dodge or dodge, allowing Bakun's heavy blow to fall on his body.

His instinctive defensive moves from his long training helped him unload most of Bakun's attack, his thick muscles and hard bones resisted the rest of the impact, and he was not injured, but the pain was real.

It was as if he was punishing himself with this pain.

Bakun's attack slowed down, and Songpa ended the show with a ghostly high whip kick that took him down.

The clouds in the sky were getting thicker, the slightest breeze was gone, and the air was filled with sultry moisture.

The villagers said goodbye and left, and peace returned to the temple.

A shed was erected in front of the bronze Buddha, and except for the small novices who cleaned up, all the monks knelt under the tent and closed their eyes and recited the scriptures silently.

Songpa knelt down in front of the wooden pagoda again, facing Gen Paro without saying a word.

The first drop of rain fell in the sky, and then thousands of drops followed.

In an instant, thunder rolled, and a downpour of rain fell.

None of the monks in the monastery moved, and all of them knelt and sat in place, reciting the scriptures silently.

Songpa knelt in front of the wooden tower, and the heavy rain fell on his shoulders, and then condensed into droplets of water and slid down, taking away a trace of the temperature in his body by the way.

Thousands of raindrops fell, and soon Songpa shivered.

But he still sat on his knees silently, not saying a word.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain gradually stopped, and Songpa was drenched, and strands of hair were wet and sticking together, dripping down.

"Alas......"

On the top of the wooden tower, Master Paro suddenly spoke, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You have decided?"

"Yes!"

Songpa nodded vigorously.

"The Buddha said: All the Dharmas are all due to the harmony of causes and conditions, and when they arise, they are all gone, and nothing else. ”

Master Paro spoke bitterly.

Songpa buried his head deeper, but his tone was very firm: "I only have one brother!"

Master Paro was silent.

After a long time, he sighed: "Alas, ......"

Songpa didn't say a word.

"You come up. ”

Master Paro spoke again.

Song Pa Yiyan stepped forward.

Master Paro took off a string of Buddhist beads from his neck, on which fell a small sign of unknown material, which looked light and fluttering, but jingled when shaking, and the sound was crisp.

Hanging it around Songpa's neck, Master Paro gently stroked the top of his head.

Songpa looked down at the Buddha plaque, which was engraved with a Sanskrit word meaning "multiplication".

With a look of emotion on his face, Songpa leaned over and kowtowed, clasped his hands together, and slowly got up.

Stepping down from the wooden tower, he looked around, as if to imprint everyone in his heart.

Then he strode towards the temple gate.

The chanting was melodious, and Master Palau looked up at the sky and muttered, "All appearances, that is, right and wrong, all sentient beings." i.e. non-sentient beings. What should come will come after all......"

He opened his eyes, and there were a pair of pitch-black eyes, without the slightest white.