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Chapter 3388 Liu Dajin 7

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    The living people in the village cooked a big pot of rice, and people cried while eating.

    It wasn¡¯t until everyone had finished eating that anyone remembered, where was Gu Ba?

    It was only then that everyone realized that after the rain stopped, the fool disappeared.

    So the village cadres asked everyone to find someone, but after just experiencing such an ordeal, many people were too lazy to move, let alone find an insignificant fool.

    So, after everyone searched the camp twice and found no sign of Gu Ba, they dispersed.

    With such a huge geological disaster, many people died in eight villages within ten miles. Who cares about Guba? He probably died in the flood outside just for fun.

    In fact, people have not noticed that not only is a Guba missing in the camp, but a yak is also missing.

    Where did Gu Ba go?

    It turned out that while everyone was howling, he had already driven his yak upstream along the rapid river. After walking for more than ten miles, he found a shoal. After several attempts, he risked his life with him.  The yak crossed the river.

    It was already dark at this time, and he found the location of the village completely relying on his own feelings and the old yak's self-expression.

    The village is in a state of ruin, and all the houses have collapsed.

    But he didn¡¯t care about this. He took the cow and walked through the messy alley and headed straight to the back mountain.

    At this time, the floods were still pouring down the mountain, and there was the sound of rolling stones everywhere.  In large areas of sloping land, the grass and trees have moved dozens of meters.  Many mudslides and collapses are even continuing.

    But he had already taken out the shovel he brought and started digging.

    The reason why no one came to the houses where people died in the village was because the mountain was so big that no one knew where their relatives died.  For people in Tibet, this kind of burial is also a way. Although it is not as good as sky burial and water burial, the living people have no reason to take risks for the dead.  After all, bigger mudslides may be yet to come.

    But Guba is different. They are Han immigrants who immigrated here. They do not believe in Buddhism. In their eyes, they only want their souls to return to their hometown and recognize their ancestors.

    He dug unhurriedly but without hesitation.  Wherever there was silt and mud, he would go.

    From night till dawn, I dug a few handfuls of leaves and ate them myself and the yak.

    After eating, we continued digging from noon to dark.  Then he took out two tsampas from his clothes, one for him and one for the cow.  Keep digging.

    Digging and digging, digging and digging, until dawn again, he had dug out eight corpses, all from the village, but none of them were his parents.

    Gu Ba's eyes were scarlet. He was not disappointed or even emotional. He continued to dig as if he was tireless. When it was close to noon, it had been two days and two nights. He finally found two corpses under the soil more than one meter deep.  , no, dozens of bodies, his parents and dozens of sheep at home, lying here forever.

    He patiently used the shovel that had dug out the bald bones to dig out his parents intact.  Then he washed their faces, put them on the back of the cow, one on each side, and drove the cow back to the camp while the sun was setting.

    Two days later, the people in the village were still crying in the camp, waiting for the arrival of the rescue team. When everyone saw Gu Ba's chapped lips and the old cow staggering back, and brought back the bodies of his parents, they all  shocked.

    The men lowered their heads in shame, and the women closed their mouths.  The children swallowed back the word "Guba" every time they came to their mouths.

    No one knows what he went through or what kind of experience it took to accomplish this feat.

    Originally, he thought about letting the yaks carry the bodies of his parents back to Sichuan.  But he was still young and didn't know where his hometown in Kawachi was.  The village officials also stopped him, telling him that the weather was hot and humid now, and the bodies would rot if he couldn't reach Kawachi.

    At this time, the monks from Niden Temple, more than ten miles away from here, heard about the disaster here and came to donate alms.  The Living Buddha and Khenpo of the temple heard about Gu Ba and felt that this young child had such great courage, so they took the initiative to come and see him.  But when Khenpo saw the child's dark and thin appearance, he became a little doubtful. Can such a small body dig up corpses in mudslides for two days?  Moreover, looking at his empty eyes and wandering eyes, he looked like a mentally retarded person.

    The living Buddha looked at the corpse that had begun to show spots and said to Gu Ba: "Our temple has a lower courtyard, where is the sky burial platform. Your parents have passed away, or let our monks take them to the sky burial platform.  .After the sky burial, the eagle can take their souls and fly to the place blessed by the Buddhas."

    Gu Ba shook his head vigorously.

    ? ?The village cadre next to him stepped forward and explained: "This child was born in Tibet, but he is a Han. He wants his parents to return to their hometown and rest in peace."

    When he heard whether he was a Tibetan, Khenpo immediately shook his head.

    Originally, he and the living Buddha wanted to take the orphans here to the temple so that they could have someone to rely on.  But if it is a Han child, it will be inconvenient

    But the living Buddha murmured: "The most important thing is to respect your relatives, the second is not to be humiliated, and the second is to be able to raise. This child has a natural nature."

    After saying that, he took off his Man Yue He and handed it to Khenpo. Wearing only a single piece of clothing, he took the initiative to find a shovel, chose a piece of auspicious soil and started digging a hole.  He wanted to help this little boy fulfill his wish.

    "My child, Sichuan is thousands of miles away and I can't reach it physically, but with your filial piety, the souls of your parents will definitely be able to return to their homeland. Look, the birds and flowers are singing in this place. How about letting them rest in peace?"

    At this moment, Gu Ba¡¯s eyes fell on the colored rust on the chest of the living Buddha¡¯s Pupou Buddha robe.

    After watching for a while, he said faintly: "Dorje, thank you for a long time, Dorje for a long time, Yamantaka!"

    Dorje Jiuxie is a Tibetan language, which means the mighty virtue Vajra.  Everyone in Tibet knew this, but when it came from the mouth of a mute, everyone present was shocked.

    "He can talk!" Finally, some children shouted.

    Gu Ba can actually talk.

    After living in the village for seven years, no one thought that this child, who was called a fool, could actually talk.

    The living Buddha looked at the Yamantaka embroidery exposed by removing his outer robe, smiled, and asked hurriedly: "Do you recognize this Yamantaka?"

    Gu Ba nodded, pointed at a Buddha statue around Khenpo¡¯s neck and said, ¡°King Bu Tshu Ming¡­¡±

    Khenpo said: "Have you ever been to a monastery before? You actually recognize King Bushi Ming, the incarnation of Samantabhadra's wrath that few people know about."

    Gu Ba shook his head.

    The living Buddha looked at the child again and said seriously: "All dharma arises due to causes and conditions, and all dharmas cease due to causes and conditions. The Buddha said that all dharma arises and dies due to causes and conditions. This child may not believe in Buddhism, but he is definitely not destined for Buddhism. My child, you know yourselves.  Name?"

    "They call me Guba!"

    "No, you are not Gu Ba. Tell me your real name."

    When the child saw someone solemnly asking him his name for the first time, he also solemnly replied: "My Chinese surname is Liu, my Han name is Dajin, and my Tibetan name is Duoji. My mother said that Duoji can protect me."

    "Dorji is a good name!" the living Buddha said: "You are destined to have a Vajra, and the Vajra will definitely bless you. Liu Dajin, are you willing to go to my temple to study the Dharma in the future? You can do it without tonsure, initiation, or transformation.  Become a practitioner!¡± (Remember this website¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com
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