Chapter 225: Quietly (7)

(7) Don't listen to Dabo's chanting

Alamusa said that he was very surprised and moved to see that there were five Dabo in the village called "Lijiazui". Because there is no Dabo in the north! A person like Dabo, who specializes in chanting sutras and transcending the dead, not only needs a strong memory, but also has the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods.

I met the only Dabo in their village in Miyan Village, and I didn't rashly ask him to give me a paragraph, for I was afraid that it would be unlucky. The whole village was gathered around the campfire, and I sounded like I was worried that old Dabo would die and their souls would not be able to return home.

They asked me to talk about the steppes of the north and sing songs from there. At that time, I really regretted that I didn't learn to sing and memorize some Tengger songs, so I had to sing the famous songs "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow/Katyusha/Path" that I learned Russian for two years, and they said that they couldn't understand it.

Suddenly, I remembered that a Taiwanese person wore a Mongolian costume made by himself on the Spring Festival Gala and sang a song with red and green on one side: the vast grassland, the beautiful hills, the herds of cattle and sheep, the white clouds and the rainbow hanging in the blue sky. A young man stood on the grassland with a leather whip in his hand, humming a grassland pastoral song and tending to the cows and sheep. Young man, I would like to ask, can you let me tell you my heart, young man, I wish I could be with you and with you to herd cattle and sheep.

I was asked to sing over and over again, and I never sang in front of so many people, and I remember that as soon as I opened my mouth in the dormitory, Min said, "Wait, wait, wait for me to put on my right earbud!" I always thought that I would sing out of tune, but I didn't expect that after I sang a few times, someone would blow this tune with a flute, and everyone would dance the pot dance after him. The dance of stepping on the beat of the music in a circle and clapping and touching the feet of the people in front of and behind was particularly relatable, and everyone soon burst into laughter.

That night I stayed in a house of 26 people, and I was not allowed to eat until 10 o'clock the next day, and I was so hungry that I wanted to cry. Only then did they begin to make cakes: put a flat stone slab on the iron tripod, shovel the wood ash from the fire pit with sparks on the stone slab and brush it down, and after repeating this three times, they poured the buckwheat flour mixed into a thick paste on the stone slab and baked it into cakes.

There were five fish in an antimony iron basin, respectively from Litang River, Chongtian River, Xiaojin River, Ding Dong Haizi, and Mengzong Haizi. At half past ten, Nagahaiko's fish was delivered.

By the time I drank the fish soup and ate the cakes, I was completely dizzy and dizzy. I was still dizzy on horseback as the midday sun scorched over my head. With a shake of the hat on his head, he fell from the horse's eyes, and the horse galloped......

When I opened my eyes, it was in the thorn bushes on the side of the road, and I spread my hands and saw that my palms were bleeding, and my eyes were dark. At the sound of chanting, I saw the old village chief who was in charge of sending me back to the township government put his palm on my palm and recited the sutra, and the blood that flowed froze and froze. It turned out that the old village chief was Dabo. Thankfully, he said, you know how to jump.

Beneath the sills is a cliff, bottomless.