Episode 281
This thing doesn't know what's going on, it seems as long as Meng Xiaotao is alone, it will appear.
So in order to be able to figure out what is going on with this thangka, Meng Xiaotao must be left alone.
However, because he was not at ease, Gu Huaiyu was watching the situation outside the door.
Although Meng Xiaotao was a little taboo about this thing, her heart calmed down a bit when she thought of Boss Gu being outside.
She stared at the wooden box vigilantly for a while, but there was no movement.
At this moment, she suddenly wondered if this thing would only appear when she was asleep.
Thinking of this, there is such a doubt in my heart.
"Don't scare me, I'm fierce!" Meng Xiaotao barked her teeth at the silent wooden box.
But the wooden box remained silent.
Meng Xiaotao curled her lips when she saw this.
Lie back slowly, pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.
I want to see what this thing is doing.
As a result, who thought.
I thought I was just closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep, but somehow, I actually fell asleep like that.
Not long after she fell asleep, the wooden box was slowly pushed away by the contents.
A hand full of blood and scars stretched towards her eyes.
At the same time, the low crying sound also rang.
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I don't know when I heard the sound of crying.
who is she
why cry
Meng Xiaotao looked at the scene in front of him, very confused, not knowing where he was.
Following the source of the cry, she slowly walked over.
In front of her is a tent.
Those tents are very large, and occasionally traces of sheepskin stitching can be used on the top.
The cry came from the middle of all the tents.
Meng Xiaotao hesitated a little, but still walked over.
"Oh father, mother, I don't want to go, I don't want to go!" A six or seven-year-old girl hugged the middle-aged woman's arm tightly and knelt on the ground begging bitterly.
The middle-aged woman was very impatient when she saw it, but she still patiently persuaded, "Following the master, we can still cultivate an afterlife, stay at home, and can only accompany us to endure hardship."
The little girl cried and shook her head, "Ah mother, I don't want to go with the master, I have a family, I have a family."
The middle-aged woman persuaded a few more words.
As a result, the little girl still shook her head, she was almost crying, and she still refused to let go.
The man beside him probably had a bad temper. Seeing a few words from the woman, he still failed to persuade her.
So he walked forward, stretched out his hand and pulled away the little girl who was holding the woman tightly, and lifted the Dalai Lama's hand.
With a flattering smile on his face, "Master, this is my daughter, and I will bother you in the future."
The old lama faintly glanced at the unwilling little girl who was still trying to escape, and said, "The child is still young, and she will understand it later."
After the words were over, a few young lamas who had been waiting for a long time approached directly and grabbed the little girl.
Middle-aged men let go.
The little lama standing next to the old lama stepped forward and gave a lot of things to the middle-aged man.
When the middle-aged man saw those things, his eyes were almost sticking to his head and couldn't tear it off, and he didn't stop the pleasant words in his mouth.
The old lama nodded to the other young lamas, then turned and left.
Seeing this, the young lama hurriedly left with the struggling little girl.
Seeing this, Meng Xiaotao hurriedly followed.
As a result, she had just taken a step, and the surrounding environment had changed.
Seeing this scene, Meng Xiaotao immediately realized something.
Is she being empathized? !
Generally divided into active empathy and passive empathy.
The two are actually similar, but there is only one difference.
If you take the initiative to empathize, you can see everything that the other person has experienced through the eyes of the other person.
But with passive empathy, you can only see what the other person wants to see for yourself.
Meng Xiaotao is also the first contact, and it can be said to be a little excited at the moment.
After the surrounding scenes were changed, there didn't seem to be much change.
It's still a prairie, the kind that can't be seen on the edge.
But at this moment the sunset began to fall, falling on the horizon, very beautiful.
The intermittent crying in my ears stopped at this moment.
It was replaced by a very strange tone.
Meng Xiaotao paused carefully, and it sounded like a tambourine beating.
She walked in the direction of the rhythm sound.
I saw not far away, the old lama was holding a tambourine that was only a circle larger than his hand, and was beating there rhythmically with the hammer.
He was still singing something low in his mouth.
And the old lama was surrounded by the previous young lamas.
Among them, the little lama I had seen before seemed to have grown up a lot at this time. He also surrounded the old lama and listened to his singing quietly, very seriously.
Except for the little girl who was excluded by them.
The little girl had grown up a lot at this time. She was alone, and she sat in a zone some distance away from them, burying her head in her knees, not knowing whether she was listening to the drums of the old lama or was thinking about something.
Suddenly, the old lama's hand stopped and looked at the little girl with sullen eyes.
When the other young lamas saw this, they turned their heads to look at the little girl.
"Bring her here." The old lama said in a dumb voice.
Without saying anything, the young lama stepped forward and brought people over.
The little girl who didn't understand what happened looked at them with horror.
"What...what's wrong?!" the little girl tremblingly asked.
The old lama looked at the little girl and said in a deep voice, "You should start practicing."
When the young lamas heard this, they all showed envy and looked at the old lamas.
But they dare not speak out.
There are even some expectations.
The little lama at the side didn't seem to know what they wanted to do.
A group of lamas with blatant eyes, shivering little girls, and little lamas without knowing it.
This picture looks a little strange.
Meng Xiaotao seemed to realize what they wanted to do, but she did nothing.
Still calmly watching everything that is about to happen.
Because she had seen too many such things, whether it was here, in reality, or after their death.
That night, painful cries rang all night.
Its daybreak.
After a whole night of cultivation, the old lama's complexion was much more rosy than usual, at least not as gloomy as before.
"From tomorrow, you can practice with her." The old lama said lightly to the young lama following him.
When the young lamas heard the old lama say this, they were immediately happy and didn't know what to say.
Only the little lama looked at them with horror.
Everything of last night fell into his eyes.
He didn't understand why the master did that and why the Zaba brothers were happy.
After the old lama glanced at the excited young lama, he looked at the little lama.
Said to him, "You still need to continue to practice alone, and wait until the right opportunity, before you can practice with the saint."