Episode 283
The little lama nodded with fear in his eyes.
Since that day, the little girl’s painful cry has been heard almost every day.
At the very beginning, the little lama looked at the Zhaba brothers with a little fear in his eyes, but when he saw too many, it became dull.
Sometimes, when the Zhaba seniors asked him to learn how to practice, he looked at him with a dull expression, without the slightest fluctuation in his expression.
With the cry of the little girl, the scene changed again.
This time it was not on the prairie, but in a very exotic house.
The little girl looked a lot older than before, about fourteen or five years old.
She did what she was doing with her expressionless face, no matter what the people behind her said, she didn't react at all.
When the other party said, "I can take you out of here", the girl's eyes finally lighted up.
The light is not very bright, but it is serious in this pair of invisible light, the only bright.
The person who just spoke was the little lama before.
He has also grown a lot, and now he looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old.
The young Lama stepped forward, grabbed the girl's hand, and said eagerly, "I can take you out of here. After you leave here, I won't come back again."
The girl paused first, but she slowly pulled her hand back, and said in a very stiff voice, "What does the master want to do again?"
The young Lama looked solemn and said, "Do you know how the tambourine and Gang Ling in Master Dalai's hand are made."
The girl didn't seem to be interested in these words.
But the next moment, what he said from his mouth made her terrified.
He said, “The tambourine and the gun are made from the skin of the last saint and the bones of the legs.”
The girl was frightened, but she still tried her best to hold her breath and looked up at him, "What's the matter then."
She is deep in hell, not as good as others who have died.
Seeing that she still didn’t understand what she meant, the young lama hurriedly said, “Brother Zaba told me yesterday that Master Dalai is going to change to a new saint. ."
"That's good, I can also be liberated." The girl felt strange when she heard that she was about to change.
The young Lama shook his head, "No, Master Dalai will make the last saint into various sacred objects. Because after years of practice, the body of the saint is the best thing used to make sacred objects."
When the girl heard this, she was really panicked.
Seeing that she believed in herself, the young lama said quickly, "So you should leave here as soon as possible."
The girl just wanted to nod, but her expression suddenly became sluggish, and she muttered, "Where else can I go?"
She originally had a family, but when she was six years old, she didn't have one.
She thought that there was hope in the future, but it was ruined that night.
Now that the road ahead is at a loss, where else can she go
The young Lama urged, "Don't think so much, leave here and plan slowly." As he said, he stuffed the things he had prepared into her hands.
The girl was holding something and was just about to step out.
"Why...Why are you so good to me?" The girl stopped at the door and asked hesitantly.
The expression on the young lama's face was stagnant, and after a while, he whispered, "My sister is the last saint. I don't want you to be like her."
The girl thanked her, and then left.
Seeing this, Meng Xiaotao knew the end.
The girl must have not managed to escape.
Because she is dead.
The picture changed again.
In a dimly lit room, the candle lights on the edge were only slightly bright, and various knives and tools were placed on the table.
In the middle, a pile of firewood was burning vigorously.
Above the firewood, something seemed to be heating, and there was the sound of gurgling water stirring from the hair in the lid.
In the corner of the room, the girl who had left was tied up at this time.
The young lama saw that the thing was almost burnt, and said to the old lama, "Master Dalai, the thing is ready."
The old lama grumbled and gave a hmm.
Then he reached out from among the knives on the table, and chose a small knife with a large palm, which looked extremely sharp and had a slight curvature on the top.
"Put her on top for me." The old lama ordered.
The young lamas hurriedly dragged her onto the shelf.
The girl's hands, feet, and body were all trapped and strong, unable to move at all.
Her mouth was blocked and she couldn't make a sound at all. She could only look at the old lama approaching with horrified eyes.
The old lama did what he was holding blankly, and then put the blood-transfected knife to the side, "Bring things here."
The young lama immediately handed over the hot thing.
The old lama took the thing, and under the light of the fire, he slowly raised the thing, and then slowly fell.
Seeing this, the young lama next to him hurried forward to help.
The shadow under the firelight reflects all the sins.
They put the completely removed skins neatly on the table, then turned around and continued with the unfinished business.
Little by little.
One person was taken apart.
In the end, on the shelf, only a blood stain was left on it, and there was nothing else left besides this.
The old lama asked the young lama to collect everything and wait for him to arrange.
After the explanation, he took the belt he took away.
Finally, under the dim candlelight, something was carved on it bit by bit.
Every time he moved, the girl's cries rang together.
The old lama seemed to have heard nothing, focusing on what was in his hands.
Until dawn, after he finished the last stroke, the cry stopped abruptly.
A brand new Buddha statue appeared above.
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Meng Xiaotao's expression was complicated. Although she knew the ending, she was still a little uncomfortable seeing this scene.
The next scene transition speed is very fast.
The old lama gave the carved Buddha statue and the thangka made from artillery to the people who had donated a lot of things.
After that person got it, he passed it on from generation to generation.
In the process.
Meng Xiaotao kept hearing the girl sobbing and crying.
But apart from her, no one heard it anymore.
In the end, Meng Xiaotao woke up with the gradually weakening cry.
The moment she opened her eyes, she immediately turned to look at the box she had placed not far away before going to bed.
Unexpectedly, the box disappeared.
Meng Xiaotao was surprised.
"Don't worry, it's with me." Gu Huaiyu casually sipped his tea and said lightly.
Meng Xiaotao looked at it, and she saw the wooden box originally placed next to her pillow, lying quietly on the table at this moment.
Gu Huaiyu put down the tea cup and asked faintly, "Why are you crying?"
Meng Xiaotao: "???" What