Chapter 13 Section 12 Death

The old man Joplin had already been carried home, and because Chu Feng and Xilin had helped a lot during this process, they were kept as honored guests by the owners of the yurt. The old man was lying on the kang of his yurt, except for the slight rise and fall of his chest, which proved that he was still alive, there was no sign of life that could indicate it.Chu Feng had seen many sudden deaths in battle before, and later saw the painful and long process of death in front of his father's hospital bed, but it was all because he was young at that time and did not cause any harm to him. Too much shock.

But this time is different, although the old man who is about to die has nothing to do with him, but when he himself is also facing the shadow of death, it feels terrible to witness a fresh life coming to an end. up! Xilin was not with him. The kid felt a little irritable since he knew that the old man went up the mountain to find a pony. He asked Chu Feng to stay and wait for him, and went up the mountain with the big golden eagle.Perhaps, he wanted to do something for the old man. The old man's son Battelle went to the Bayinbulak Grassland dozens of kilometers away.Chu Feng once suggested that he send the old man to a hospital outside the mountain for emergency treatment, but the Mongols have their own way, and Abba said to go to the little living Buddha, so he had to go to the little living Buddha.Battelle never compromised in carrying out Abba's words.

Battelle had been away for a long time and hadn't come back. When the old man Joplin was just brought back, the family tried to pour some herbal medicine into him, but even though he pried open his teeth and poured the medicine down, it still flowed out after a while.At this time, everyone knew that he was dying. The shadow of death began to envelope the white yurt.Battelle's brother-in-law had already returned, and he didn't go far. Of course, he returned empty-handed. Chu Feng couldn't bear the smell of impending death, so he avoided the yurt and saw the little girl. Sarina had just been to Grandpa's yurt, and she even sat next to him for a while.He can't talk anymore.Thinking of the face that had said so much to herself last night, and now it became so haggard and withered, Sarina felt very surprised, and she couldn't figure out what was going on.She just understood one sentence from Eji's words: Grandpa is about to leave us, and we will never see him again.

This made her feel very sad, and the little girl even knew for the first time what it was like to be alone. Chu Feng just saw such a sad and lonely little girl, sitting far away beside her sheepfold, with her head bowed and her knees hugged, wondering what was on her mind. "Do you love your grandpa?" Chu Feng felt obliged to say something to the little girl. "Yesterday evening when he came back from herding the sheep, he scolded me! But he is going to die today!" Sarina answered irrelevantly. "Erji said that if grandpa is dead, we will never see him again. I don't want him to die, I I won't play anymore, and I will never lose the sheep again, so he won't die?" The little girl raised her head and looked at Chu Feng with tears in her eyes.

Chu Feng swallowed back the words that came to his lips. He really didn't know how to answer this question. The old man Joplin began to feel very painful, and Chu Feng even felt that he could hear him struggling to breathe from a long distance away.Although the old man is not awake yet, people can feel his emotions—anxiety and restlessness!His expression became more and more painful.Seeing him tortured by death, Chu Feng seemed to be able to see his body decomposing. All this changed quickly after Battelle invited the two people back in the evening of the second day.Both of them were wearing scarlet monk robes, one was about forty years old, the other was only thirteen or fourteen years old.The two of them entered the old man's yurt and began to chant scriptures in Mongolian.Standing beside him, Chu Feng could clearly see that the old man's face gradually calmed down, and the surface of his skin began to glow, and then his eyes opened.

When the two lamas saw this, the older one stepped back half a step, leaving the place for the younger one. "Little Living Buddha, is it you, my guru?" The old man's voice was full of strange joy. "Yes, old Joplin, it's me! Wanderer, don't be afraid, you're going home! Come, let me guide you!" The little lama had a square, round face and a broad forehead. And thick but not too high nose shows that he should be a Mongolian.When he was chanting sutras, a solemn radiance appeared on his face, and his complexion was like wheat under the sun, crystal clear and gleaming.There was a maturity and wisdom in his voice that belied his age.

Hearing his words, Old Joplin's face was completely relaxed. He grinned confidently and looked at the little lama, which seemed to mean: Come on, I'm ready! What happened next seemed to be beyond the reach of Chu Feng, an outsider.He was invited out of the yurt, and as soon as he walked out of the yurt, Chu Feng seemed to hear old Joplin chant something to the young lama, and then everything fell silent. After the crying of the old man's relatives, Chu Feng knew that the old man left at that moment... He walked very peacefully and calmly, with a smile on his face. Pressing his chest, Chu Feng couldn't understand where his inexplicable soreness came from. He thought of his father—the one who had always been as hard as a rock in front of him, but was later killed. The painful process torments someone like a child.Compared with the old man just now, the process of his father's death was so painful and long, but why was he not as sad as he is today?

Is it because the young mind at that time did not have a deep understanding of death?Or have years of grievances blinded my heart? It turns out that one can still die peacefully and peacefully!Chu Feng looked up at the sky, and the hot tears in his eyes dripped down his cheeks onto the grass. Why are you crying? have no idea! You don't know this dead old man at all, let alone have feelings for him, and his departure is far more peaceful than that of his father back then, why is your heart so sad? There seemed to be a voice in Chu Feng's heart that kept questioning himself, and he tried to answer, but unfortunately, the speed of answering was far behind the frequency of questioning——

What are you grieving for? this old man? your father? or yourself? ... He can't answer! After finally suppressing the remaining tears, Chu Feng calmed down his upturned face, just in time to bump into Xilin who was leading a pony that was covered in injuries. Seeing the sadness in his eyes, the young man paused, his eyes a bit dazed! Chu Feng didn't want to disturb the family any longer under such circumstances. He discussed with Xilin and tied the colt to the horse stake at the door of the yurt, and tied a roll of money in the horse's mane. leave. "Please stay!" There was an inexplicable majesty in the immature voice.

Chu Feng stopped and turned to look at the little lama: "Did you call me?" "Yes! Guest from far away, I smell something on you!" The little lama said and looked back at the yurt. Chu Feng was really surprised, this lama really has something magical.He said that he smelled a certain smell from himself, and then looked back at the yurt suggestively, it was clear that he was saying that he smelled of death. Facing such a young man who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, but possessed the wisdom of an old man, Chu Feng felt a little weird.He still doesn't have the courage to tell the truth in front of a teenager: "Yes, I think there is nothing wrong with your nose."

"It's a stench!" The little lama was not afraid of irritating him, and immediately added, "A stench of death that I will never forget. In my memory, no one has the same smell of death as you. Intense!" The little lama raised his wise eyes and looked directly into Chu Feng's eyes. Chu Feng didn't answer him, but just lowered his head and frowned for a while, then he greeted Xilin and walked away. "Please wait a moment!" The little lama called to him again, took off a string of bodhi beads that he had been practicing all the time, and handed them to Chu Feng seriously, "This is my master's request from the holy place where the Buddha was born." The one who came back, after many years of practice by the master and I, possesses supreme magic power, I hope it can play a role in you!" Chu Feng never believed in these strange things, but seeing the serious face of the little lama, for some reason, he couldn't say the words of rejection. The little lama waited for Chu Feng to pick up the things he handed over, without saying a word, gave a salute, turned around and went into the yurt again.Chu Feng, on the other hand, was in a daze. He didn't come back to his senses until Xilin pulled his clothes. "Let's go!" The two left the yurt full of sorrow in some embarrassment, as far as the hasty steps were concerned, it seemed to have the meaning of escaping. Even though it was almost dusk, Chu Feng and Xi Lin were no longer in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery, and kept their heads on their way. "What's the matter with that pony?" Chu Feng had already seen that the young man's expression was wrong, but he was also in a complicated mood, so he didn't care about him, since the young man had already found and returned the pony That family, he felt that he had to enlighten this little guy who suddenly became frowning.After all, he is still a child. "I saw that little pony yesterday morning when I went to steal eggs." Xilin's tone was filled with deep annoyance.In order to attract the attention of the adult birds, he deliberately used the foal as a shield and lured it into the birds' territory.But he didn't have too much malice at that time, he just wanted to use the little pony to cover up his behavior of stealing eggs, but he didn't expect that the little pony would get stuck in the mud, and what's more, he didn't expect that the old man of the family would go out because of going out. Lost a life in search of a lost foal... Although the young man has learned archery and hunting since he was a child, and his heart is tougher than most of his peers, as a child, he can't bear the fact that an old man passed away due to a certain mistake of his own. Speaking of those bird eggs, Chu Feng was also one of the sharers. He was a little speechless: "This is none of your business. Even if you didn't plan, the little pony would have been lost, and what happened to the old man would have happened." .Actually, the causal relationship you have in mind can only be established if you go to their house and steal the pony. Did you steal it? You didn’t! So, don’t think about it anymore!” He said, and took a picture Pat the boy on the shoulder. Yes, the things in this world are really wonderful, a seemingly insignificant or even irrelevant negligence may lead to an unbearable tragic consequence. Chu Feng remembered what the family said, the old man who passed away actually accepted the khata presented by his children with a smile this morning, and gave his children good blessings. Unexpectedly, in the evening... Is this the impermanence that Buddhism talks about? Xilin was comforted by him, and felt a little better, but she still couldn't lift her spirits, even the big golden eagle in the sky was a little listless, not to mention flying low, and its wings stretched lazily. No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are dozing off! Chu Feng touched the bodhi seed Buddhist beads that the little lama handed him, and was in no mood to say anything for a while, so the two of them walked eastward in a dull atmosphere. The big mountain that can be seen to the east, and the cliff on the other side after turning over, is the home of the big golden eagle, and it is also the place where Xilin found many unknown characters. A hundred kilometers away, in the depths of the Bayinbulak prairie, at the gate of a small but well-formed Lama Temple, a horse carrying a knight quickly came to the front. He jumped up from the horse, just jumped off, threw the rein in his hand casually, and rushed into the temple. "Quick, quick! I want to invite the little Living Buddha!" "The master is not here. He was invited by Battelle of Joplin's family, saying that old Joplin is dying!" A voice from the temple answered him. "Alas—" the man's sigh revealed deep disappointment and anxiety! "Don't worry, wait for another two days. When the master left, he said that they will be back in two days!" The voice was very gentle, with a certain calming effect. "No, in two days, it will be too late!" The man stomped his feet anxiously. "But old Joplin's house is far away! Even if you drive there quickly, you won't be able to make it today!" The voice seemed to dissuade this man from some unreliable idea. "No, wait here, I must die! Then where is Joplin's house, can you tell me?" The man's temper was obviously very impatient. "Oh—don't go, old Joplin's house is hard to find, and it's dangerous for those who don't know the way to go. You'd better wait here!" The voice in the temple was very helpless. "It doesn't matter, I am very familiar with this mountain and forest! I really need to find the little living Buddha in a hurry, please help me!" The other party insisted, and the voice in the temple had to give the most accurate direction he knew. The man put his palms together in a hurry to bow to the people in the temple, then quickly stepped back, jumped on the horse, and walked away.