A strange smell in the mouth.

I can't help but think about the smell of the draft shed.

"Vomit...... ...... vomit"

Retching twice, the stomach is turbulent.

At this time, I saw the bhikshuni who gave her a "disdainful" look in front of her, strode forward, and he grabbed her shoulder: "Female donor, please forgive me for offending a lot." ”

A little dizzy in the head?

Dangling and bowing his head.

A needle stabbed her thigh.

He grabbed the bhikshuni's arm with his backhand.

Close your eyes.

In front of him was the pale and shriveled face of the corpse.

A face.

Two faces.

Three faces.

I don't know how many faces I saw, I just felt that someone was pushing her.

"Female benefactor...... You...... You let go, okay? ”

The bhikshunis were already the color of pig's liver.

"Oh." Take a long breath.

It has been stitched up.

"Master, what kind of thread do you use?"

"Fish intestines."

Master Yuan Kong said that the fish intestines had been boiled and dried in the scorching sun for 9981 days.

"Thank you, master."

"Rest."

"I ......" was too embarrassed to stay.

After all, this wasn't where she was supposed to be.

But after a few minutes, I didn't have the heart to care about it.

Because the pain began.

The bowl of "anesthetic soup" that Master Yuankong gave her had some effect, but it did not last, and after the stitching, she immediately began to feel pain.

Bursts of pain, like electricity, rushed from the thigh to the door of the head.

When Master Yuankong came back again, he brought another bowl.

She quickly took a bite and dried it.

Not hot.

Warm.

"Why did Lord Liu go to the tent?"

pointed to a bag left by Zhang Wuhei at the door: "Please master...... Give me a whole change. ”

Master Yuankong bowed: "Okay." ”

Because the pain is still there.

It felt like a long time.

After a long time, Master Yuankong knocked on the door and came in, handing over a small cloth bag.

She took it and put it down.

"I'm very sorry to disturb the master today."

"Lord Liu Shi should rest early."

Master Hara Kong left.

Outside the door, the voice of the bhikshuni sounded.

"Master, she, she sleeps here?"

"All beings are equal, and no one else is divided."

I was tired of tossing and turning.

I fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, the bhikshunis brought a face towel and a basin of water, as well as porridge and side dishes, and a boiled egg.

"Eggs?"

The bhikshuni only said, "May the benefactor recover soon." ”

The leg is not an arm or something else, and if you need to walk, you have to tear the wound, and the "dove occupies the magpie's nest" and rests for three days, and on the fourth day she returns to the women's accommodation.

Lay down carefully for two more days.

On the sixth day, I went to Master Yuankong.

Master Yuankong gave her a small bottle: "Twice a day, wipe it a few times, I'm afraid your wound will leave a scar." ”

"The scar is small, and the loss of life is big."

I don't wear shorts or anything.

I'm not afraid of any scars at all.

The most feared thing is to get tetanus.

So far, the wound on the leg has recovered well, except for the first two days, the wound is a little red and swollen, and after taking herbs for five days in a row, there is basically no problem.

"Seeing that the master likes to eat tea, why don't you try this."

When I came out, I brought only one bottle of peach tea.

Master Yuankong was quite satisfied with the peach tea, and a little joy could be seen between her eyebrows, and she asked the master to take out a pen and paper.

Master Yuankong was stunned, and then asked, "But you want to write verses?" ”

"It's not." Blame scratched his head embarrassedly: "Yaowang soap is still easy to use?" ”

Master Yuankong changed her medicine twice.

Each time, I washed my hands with stove soap, and then used a clean cloth towel dipped in clean soapy water to clean the edge of the wound.

Master Yuankong put down his pen: "It does have a certain effect, but it's a pity...... I don't know where ......"

"Give it a fish, it's better to give it a fish." Motioned to Master Yuankong to pick up the pen: "I'll tell you the method of making royal soap, which can be regarded as thanking the master for taking care of him in recent days." ”

"This ...... I heard that Lord Liu Shi was originally a businessman, if you tell me the way......"

"Tiankui Temple can be passed on without passing it on. In the past three years, the method is that the medicine king soap made by the master can be disposed of as the master wishes. It's just that I can't write well, so it's best for the master to write it down himself, and I'll explain it in detail, and later, I can show the master how to do it. ”

Teach Sora Hara to make soap.

It's not difficult in the first place, and with the various proportions already matched, it won't take much time at all.

Wait until the soap is cool.

Master Hara Kong invites her to play a game of chess.

Let's play, but only at the level of "will", and after playing a game, she taught Master Yuan Kong to play backgammon.

But a master is a master.

She had to surrender and give up: "Don't play, it's boring, you've won me twenty times in a row!" ”

Master Haraku smiled.

The bhikshuni invited Master Yuankong to the ancestral hall.

The benefactor who came to the hospital to see a doctor but unfortunately passed away, his family came, and Master Yuan Kong took them to the tent behind the ancestral hall.

It is said that the temple also has a "funeral" service.

Those who died during the journey or in the hospital paid a certain boarding fee, and the seven corpses could be parked in the ancestral hall for a period of time until their families brought the bodies back.

Some of the bodies were stored in coffins, while others were between tents.

In addition, not far behind the temple of Tenkui, there is also a cemetery.

The temple is also not a charity.

There are so many people who also have to eat, drink, and sleep, and the sick house, the patients who come to the sick room for treatment, and some villagers who seek medical treatment nearby, as long as they live in the sick house, the cost of food and treatment (herbs, etc.) are all borne by the temple.

Master Hara Kong is not easy.

was busy with the excesses of the benefactor and the like, so she said goodbye.

Sun Da and others persuaded her to rest for a few more days.

It's not bad for a few days.

But after she heard about Master Yuankong's experiences, she felt that she couldn't wait for a moment.

Those days to pass the time.

Master Yuankong told her about some of her own affairs, her travels with Baiqing Zen Master since she was a child, their land journey, and their sea experience.

They have been to jungles and swamps, snow-capped deserts, winds and sandstorms, robbed by robbers, and attacked by wolves.

He mentioned the cliff mountains, grottoes, and murals of Dunhuang City......

He elaborated on the songs of the desert and the beautiful scenery......

Even, he followed his master on a thrilling journey to the island country, the ship was capsized by the wind and waves, and only three people survived in the end, one was the old captain, and the other two were their masters and apprentices.

Master Hara felt a pity.

At that time, they gave up and continued to move forward, and if they rode the wind and waves, they would be able to set foot on the land of the island nation.

"Before the Zen master passed away, he also mentioned ......"

Baiqing Zen Master's regret has also become his regret.

There are many more stories of Master Haraku.

He only talked about a few of them.

At that time, she was simply addicted to it and yearned, but she quickly sobered up.

She needs her own story.

Embark on an unknown journey, even if there is a sea of swords and fires ahead.

"Blade Mountain?"

"Sea of Flames?"

It's a spectacle, isn't it?

One day, she will be able to say to others: "Do you know if I don't? I used to be a person who went up to the Sword Mountain and went down to the Sea of Fire! ”