$812, Ghee (2/2)
"Master, this is what the prediction should be.
If you feel that my interpretation is wrong, you can talk to Rinchen Zangpa personally.
Tell her that you will take her to Dunwang Mountain in front of you, and beg her to allow the carriage to continue walking.
If the carriage can really continue to move forward after this, it means that my interpretation is correct.
Otherwise, it naturally means that my interpretation is wrong. "
Miwang was still explaining in Naikangze's ear, but Naikangze had already turned back to the cart carrying his mother's body. He suppressed the ecstasy on his face, straightened his expression, knelt down and saluted his mother in the cart, and pressed the The way Miwang said it, he said to 'Rinchen Zangpa': "Mother, is this so?
Is this a foreshadowing from you?
Do you want to go up to Dunwang Mountain?
If you want to go to Dunwang Mountain, please allow the carriage to continue walking.
My son will definitely take you to Dunwang Mountain! "
The words fell to the ground.
Rinchen Zangpa in the dark tent said nothing.
She made the swastika seal with her hands, looked at Naikangze who was kneeling on the ground with a gentle face and a smile on her lips. Naikangze put down the black cloth tent so that others could not see her mother's face in the tent.
Then he called in slaves and attendants to drive the carriage again, pushing and pulling the carriage wheels that were deeply sunk in the mud——
Now, without any effort from the slaves, the strong horses pulling in front easily stepped out of the mud pit, pulled the carriage out of the deep ruts, and moved forward slowly!
it is as expected!
Naikang became energetic and looked at Miwang who was also energetic.
He hurriedly returned to his car, but he forgot to greet his eldest son, Atsuhiro, whom he always loved most.
Miwang followed closely behind him and also got into the carriage.
At Naikangze's order, the entire convoy set off again and rushed to the "Dunwang Mountain" ahead.
Atsushi stood in the motorcade and looked at his father's carriage in front of him, and then at the black cloth tent covering the body of 'Rinchen Zamba'. Two slaves came over, hunched over, and folded their hands to form a seat. - Atsuhiro naturally sat on the seat formed by the arms of the two slaves.
He held the necks of the two slaves, and the slaves supported him and ran towards the carriage in front.
After taking only two or three steps, Atsuhiro suddenly stopped.
The two slaves stopped as told.
In Atsushi's mind, the charming and charming face lingered in his mind. His Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed, pointed to the slave on the left at the black cloth tent behind him, and whispered in a low voice: "Go and lift it." Open the tent!"
"……I can not!"
The slave on the left lowers his head.
"go!
If you don't go, you'll die! " Atsuhiro lowered his voice even lower. He stared at the slave on the left with a stern expression. Then he softened his expression, as if he was actively explaining to the slave, or as if he was trying to conceal some of his own hidden thoughts. "I'll take another look. My grandmother, see if she has any other instructions..."
Under Atsuhiro's threat, the slave hesitantly approached the cart——
He mustered up the courage and opened the black cloth tent.
In the tent, the corpse of Rinchen Zangpa’s grandmother was still lifelike, like a flower and a jade, so beautiful that it fascinated Atsushi. The black cloth tent was lowered in an instant.
The firelight from all around fell on the tent,
The body in the tent was vaguely reflected.
Her head was tied with a rope and bent downwards. The top of her head was smeared with butter and looked haggard. She was clearly Rinchen Zampa who died in his old age. How could he look like a flower?
Atsuhiro sat on a "human and animal-drawn cart" and was carried to Noyasu's carriage.
He stepped into the carriage, looking particularly lost.
Naiyasu stared at Atsuhiro with dissatisfaction for a while. Although he did not see what the eldest son did just now, Miwang next to him reported it to him truthfully!
The eldest son still had a look of obsession on his face, sitting there with a distracted look. Seeing that Naikangze became more and more angry, he reached out and slapped the other man, and shouted: "I will not pursue the scandal between you and Dawa Dundup. ! But don’t think I don’t know!
This is your grandmother, my mother - what are you imagining? ! "
Atsuhiro was awakened by the slap and immediately knelt down. Naikosu lowered his head in shame and whispered: "Father, I was wrong, I was wrong."
"Of my six children, you are the most like me, and your mother is the daughter of Lord Sangmuza, so I love you the most.
But don’t push yourself too far, because you don’t know how high the sky is!
What were you doing the day your grandmother died? !
Are you messing around with my beloved concubine? ! Naikang's anger had not yet been fully vented, and regardless of the fact that there was an outsider, Mi Wang, present at the moment, he scolded Atsushi repeatedly, and finally said in a solemn tone, "That bitch Dawa Dundup has been given to me by me." There is a dragon Benedict from Mount Bashikachu. The dragon Benedict said that her skin is very beautiful and is very suitable for making a drum...
This time I only punished her one.
If there is a next time - think about it yourself! "
Atsuhiro was trembling all over, and there was no more charming thoughts in his mind!
Naikang was still angry, so he let Atsuhiro kneel at his feet. He opened the car curtains and looked at the dark mountains outside the window.
Miwang looked at Atsuhiro who was kneeling on the ground, and then at Noyasunori who turned his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a while, then slowly said to Noyasunori: "Noyasunori Master... Mr. Atsushi, the noble man, made a mistake in his trip for a while. He must have realized his mistake now. You..."
Before he finished speaking, Naikang slowly turned back.
He glanced at Miwang expressionlessly.
That look made Miwang's heart suddenly tremble, and he said nothing more.
Naikang, on the other hand, looked down at the kneeling eldest son and said in a low voice: "Master Miwangdu thinks you made a temporary mistake and made a small mistake. What do you think?"
"I made a big mistake!
Abba, no matter how you punish me, I am willing to accept it! " Atsuhiro shed tears and immediately kowtowed as if pounding garlic.
A smile appeared on Naikang's face, and he patted his eldest son on the shoulder: "Get up."
In this way, Atsuhiro thanked Noyasu profusely, got up, and sat on the side of the carriage in an orderly manner. He didn't even look at Miwang who had previously begged for him.
This situation made Miwang's heart even more chilling.
The motorcade went not far and arrived at the foot of Dunwang Mountain.
The leader of the guards came to report the situation to Naikangze: "Lord, the mountain is too steep and the carriage cannot go up! I asked the slaves to come over and carry you, the young nobleman Atsun Hong, and Master Miwang Du on their backs..."
"Need not."
Naikang interrupted the leader of the guards and continued: "All of you are guarding below the mountain.
Other Buddhist masters can just go up the mountain with us. "
"yes!"
The three people got off the carriage. The slaves who were responsible for pushing the cart, carrying supplies, and occasionally acting as 'mounts' were shackled to crossbars and stood in several rows at the foot of the mountain.
Guards monitored the slaves.
Four or five Buddhist masters surrounded Nai Yasunori, Atsuhiro, and Miwang, and approached the cart behind them.
The Buddhist masters opened the black cloth tent, and the body of the flower-like girl "Rinchen Zamba" was sitting in the wooden frame. Her whole body exuded the aroma of butter, and there was no trace of the haggard old dead woman. appearance?
Naikang pushed Atsuhiro aside, called two masters, and removed the wooden frame of the cart.
He lifted up the black cloth bag on his mother's body and tied the rope tightly. Then he asked the others to get cable ties, wrap them around his chest and waist, and then carry his mother's body behind his back.
The sweet, fat aroma wafted out from the black cloth pocket behind him and entered Naikangze's mouth uncontrollably.
I don’t know why, but Naikang suddenly felt hungry.
There was no shortage of food on the carriage. Along the way, he sat on the carriage. When he was bored, he would eat some preserved fruits, dried meat, and snacks. His stomach was always full. Now he was carrying his mother's body and smelling Smelling the aroma of butter, his mouth began to salivate - why did the butter that those diligent masters smeared on his mother's body smell so fragrant?
It seems that I have never tasted such fragrant ghee before.
Naikang suppressed the thoughts that were running in his mind, spoke a few words to all the Du masters, then carried his mother's body on his back, took his eldest son and many Du masters and set off to the lush Dunwang Mountain.
Several Atsushi masters opened the way in front, using their swords and sticks to continuously clean away the tangled vines and vegetation on the road ahead, making it easier for Noyasunori, Atsuhiro, Miwang and others who followed.
But as we walked, the few monks who were leading the way suddenly disappeared.
The remaining people stopped.
Naikang, carrying his mother's body on his back, turned around and looked around. The shadows of the trees overlapped all around, and the firelight illuminated the surroundings, but could not reflect the darkness under the overlapping shadows of the trees further away.
"Leave them alone!" Naikang held his mother's body behind him with one hand. His mother's body was not as cold and hard as ordinary dead people, but very soft. Naikang held his mother's body and felt like a ball. The fatty, boneless pork and the strange aroma of butter penetrated his nostrils, making him feel more and more empty in his belly.
He glanced at the several Duben masters around him, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his other hand, and continued: "They are all Duben masters with sacrificial roots to protect themselves. Even if they get lost in the mountains, nothing will happen.
Let's keep going! "
After hearing this, a duke master asked Naikangze: "Master Naikangze, where are we going to go to Dunwang Mountain?
This mountain is very big. Do we have to go around the entire mountain? "
Naikang raised his eyes and looked at the dark front, and said in a low voice: "The kings of Tianchi were buried on the top of the mountains, so they were able to grab the sky rope, climb the ladder to heaven, and set foot in the heaven.
Naturally, my mother will be buried on the top of Dunwang Mountain! "
As he spoke, he turned to look at Miwang and said, "Master Du, come and help me carry my mother for a while.
I'm so tired, I need to take a rest. "
Miwang nodded and carried the body of 'Rinchen Zampa' behind his back as he was told.
Naikang unloaded his mother's body and felt much relieved.
Even the hunger in my stomach seems to have decreased.
He moved his muscles.
On the back of his dark red silk robe, there were faint marks of stained butter.
The shallow mark formed the shape of a human figure sitting cross-legged, with a bent neck, as if it had no head. A few drops of butter slowly seeped out of the dirty yellow human-shaped grease mark.