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By the time the sun reached the top of the dome, there were no more living Tibetans in the courtyard of the monastery.

When the Commander Major Buman's long leather boots stepped over the ancient threshold of the monastery hall, for a moment he was not accustomed to the dim light of the room.

A minute later, he was stunned by the main hall in front of him: the Naining Temple in Kangma was a temple that was more than a thousand years old.

The ancient frescoes and the exquisite Buddha statues inlaid with various precious stones in the main hall and the metal vessels are made of gold.

Even on the pillars, there are various gemstones!

As early as a young man, Major Buman learned from many travelogues about the enthusiasm and money that Tibetans devote to religion.

In his eyes, the fallen monastery was simply a legendary treasure. At the beginning of the robbery, soldiers came to report that on a small building of the monastery, the elderly living Buddha Naining had been captured.

At the time he was discovered, several lamas who were also old trying to protect their living Buddha had now been captured together. Booman just nodded, and went on directing his ransack.

It wasn't until the soldiers snatched away the long cushions on which the monks sat on the prayers that he remembered them and decided to interrogate them.

The interrogation took place on the balcony in the courtyard.

The courtyard had been simply cleared, the bodies had been removed, and treasures had been found on the ground from all over the temple. The four old lamas sat quietly on the ground, still muttering scriptures.

The burnt yellow face is covered with ravines that show the years. Obviously, these are the people who no longer have the strength to carry the Tibetan sword, because they are not capable of participating in the battle and become survivors.

The Living Buddha moved his fingers, as if trying to move his rosary. Unfortunately, the rosary has also been snatched away by those barbarians.

"I know you have a magical rosary," Buman said, standing on the steps of the main hall, staring at the elderly monk.

Buman walked down the steps, approached the face of the living Buddha and said, "You are the living Buddha? You must know where it is!

The Living Buddha replied expressionlessly: "You have taken all the rosaries, there should be what you want in them, that is all we have." May those dead monks have a good relationship with you. ”

Booman was furious and shouted, "No, that's not there! It's a rosary made of human bones, a rosary that communicates with the dead! Tell me, where?"

"We don't have the kind of rosary you said we had here. ”

Buman suddenly pulled out his pistol, put it on the forehead of the living Buddha, and shouted hysterically: "There must be! I know it! You hand it over to me! That legendary human bone rosary made of monk's bones can lead to ghosts and gods! If you don't hand it over, I will take my soldiers to the bloody village tonight! Merciful Living Buddha, I will tie you to a horse and take you with you, so that you can recite the sutras for your benefactors, so that you can send them to the Buddha!"

As he said this, Buman's forehead burst into veins.

The old living Buddha still said flatly: "We really don't have this rosary here, if you want to, I only have a monk's bone here, which is myself, if you want it, take it." ”

The other three monks next to him also chimed in: "We only have our own bones, nothing else." ”

The Living Buddha then said, "If you want, we will make a string of human bone rosaries for you from our own bones, but please do not kill the people in the village. ”

Booman thought about it, and probably decided that he couldn't get the magical human bone rosary. However, it is not bad to be able to get a rosary made of a string of bones of a living Buddha, at least it is a good souvenir. So he said, "Well, I promise you that after you die, I will never kill those villagers." As for the three of you. His other three old monks, "You can't die, you have to make this string of Buddha bone prayer beads for me!"

The old lamas glanced at their beloved living Buddhas, living Buddhas and compassionate people, and then turned around and walked to the balcony, far away. At this time, the sun was about to sink in the west, and the golden afterglow shone on the village, and also reflected half of the side face of the living Buddha as if it were a Buddha statue cast of pure gold.

The old Buddha threw his robe over his left shoulder, sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, and finally recited a prayer for peace for the village. Then he recited aloud: "Hum Ban Ze Saduo Coax", and then there was no more sound.

After a long time, the three old monks bent down and approached their living Buddha, probed their noses, and then put the palm of their right hand above their foreheads, announcing that the old living Buddha had passed away.

At this time, the sky is full of golden glow, constantly changing. Buman's cold-eyed old monk sat around chanting, and suddenly felt impatient, so he interrupted them: "Enough, take him and feed him to the eagle, and don't forget to pick up the bones and make rosaries." ”

The next day, the soldiers were busy counting all kinds of treasures in the monastery, the three old lamas were busy polishing the human bone rosary, and Buman, who kept his promise, did not harass the village. Later, Booman got the rosary he wanted. After taking the rosary, Booman took off the silver cross around his neck and hung it on the rosary. Then it slips into a close-fitting shirt pocket. In the end, he ordered the shooting of three old monks and the burning of the monastery.

A week later, during the battle in Gyantse, Major Buman was struck in the head by a pebble thrown by Tibetans and died. The whereabouts of the human bone rosary, adorned with a small silver cross, are unknown. Li Zecheng sighed again: "I didn't expect that here today, I saw a real human bone rosary." ”

After talking about this, Li Zecheng was already in tears and choked up.

When everyone went to the beads again, they felt the preciousness of the rosary.

Suddenly, a person smiled and said, "No, no, Ali old man, how can you be a Muslim with Buddhist holy relics, do you want to blaspheme Allah?"

The old man raised his head and met the fierce gaze of the Dongxiang man. My heart lifted up.

"Everyone, you all. Although the old man was panicked, his face did not change, he said haha, took back the rosary in Li Zecheng's hand, and said: "You said that there is a silver cross on the human bone rosary, but there is nothing on this string." ”

Then he said: "Allah is great, how can I do what blasphemes Allah." ”

Li Zecheng shook his head and said, "Although there is no silver cross, you can't prove that he is not a human bone rosary?"

Another dimensioner asked, "Even if it is not the human bone rosary that Li Zecheng said, how can you make me believe that you are not blaspheming Allah." ”

The old man of Aishan was another haha, took back the rosary casually, took a red box in the corner, and said, "What do you ask?" ”

In the red box was a string of stones of different colors and beads, along with a copy of the Qur'an with yellowed paper.

Everyone was puzzled, but the Nawei people were already brightened, and they called out respectfully: "You are 'Pilhon'?"

The old man of Aishan stroked his beard and smiled.

The Nawei people hugged Aishan's legs violently and pleaded: "You must pray for me, I did not let Dahan chant a mantra to pray for blessing this time, please pray for me."

The three Mao Ziben were already holding guns in their hands, and when they heard what the Dongxiang people said, their doubts were still undiminished, and one of them shouted to Aishan: "I have heard that Pilhun can not only pray for blessings, but also consult his own protector. If he asks you, you should help him, so that we can believe what you have just said. Otherwise......"

Ai Shan was surprised, he thought that he had already completed this matter very well, but he didn't expect that these old hairy people didn't believe it at all. Thinking in his heart, he lifted up the Nawei people and said, "Good." ”

The old man of Aishan cleaned his hands, took out the string of human bone prayer beads, and immediately recited some words in his mouth, recited some mantras, and asked Allah to bless him, then closed his eyes, kept rotating the prayer beads, and then raised his hands high, touched each bead on the chain, and shouted loudly, "Come."

After this shout, suddenly there was a thunderclap outside the tent, which illuminated the whole hall, and then another scorching thunder, which shook everyone's ears and buzzed, and this thunderbolt seemed to hit this hall.

It was as if there was a gap in the sky, and the rain that had been getting smaller began to pour down in large areas, and everyone in the yurt was startled, looking at each other, and their hearts were all at the same time.

Aishan said three times in a row: "Come on!"

And then he said, "And what? And what? And what? Is there no more?"

Then he opened his eyes, sighed, and stopped spinning the rosary. He stopped to open the Qur'an, fumbled for a line, and the Uighur people were surprised and said, "You may have to break the bank recently." ”

I don't believe much of this, and it's time for me to leave.