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Three days later, a stone tower was built on a high slope outside the city

The body of the tower is made of patches of uneven white stone slabs, which have a rough sense of edges and corners, and it looks like a tomb made of books up close, and from a distance, it looks like a peeled steamed bun

This is on the west bank of the Blackwater River

The West is the sunset, like the end of life

From a common sense point of view, this river of black water may be a little strange, as the saying goes, the water is always east, but this river flows from east to west

It originates in Daqing Mountain, harvests the water of the five shell beaches, water mills, gun basins and other rivers, and raises a Tatar son and daughter in the northern part of Tuoketuo to join the Yellow River and connect with the descendants of Yan and Huang

This time, it has been unruly and unruly, and it is finally difficult to escape the fact that "life often hates water and always the east."

In the dull sound of horns, twelve Yellow Sect monks wore felt hats on their heads, wore yellow robes, shook the prayer wheel in their right hands, held prayer flags in their left hands, and walked towards the stone pagoda with their hands on the ashes altar

"Root Dharani, Om Na Ronara, Di Li, Du Lu Du Lu, Yi Zhi Bin......ding, Zhi

The great lama recited the scriptures, put the ashes altar into the tower and sealed it, and then led the monks to turn around the tower and change their careers, chanting more than once, wrapping the prayer flags around the tower

What they recited was the eleven-faced mantra of Guanyin

It is said that the Rakshasa ghost has ten heads and faces and is arrogant and abnormal, and Guanyin Bodhisattva conjures up eleven heads and submits them, and the eleven-faced Guanyin head has five layers, three layers below, three faces on each layer, one face on the fourth layer, and the fifth level faces the sky

In fact, the ten heads of the Rakshasa ghost are not real, but a metaphor for all kinds of delusions, sorrows, resentments, jealousy and other demonic emotions of human beings

This mantra is exactly what Guanyin Bodhisattva left behind to get rid of all the worries and illnesses of sentient beings

Later generations tend to misunderstand the Dharma and pin their hopes on the afterlife, but the real Dharma is actually for the benefit of the world, and it can solve the problems of reality and improve the current state of life, rather than making people focus on the pursuit of nothingness, just as some people read the book and forget it, while others read the book and do it, the result will be different

The funeral was solemnly carried out, and after the lama finished chanting, he put Hannaji, Uenqi and others together and walked in front of the pagoda one by one to say his final goodbye to the deceased

Words of comfort have been said to each other so much that they are silent now

A quarter of an hour later, the people left quietly

In front of the stone tower, there were only two people left, standing quietly

Jong Kim takes a step forward

Chang Sihao slowly turned his head sideways, and his gaze stopped at her two bandaged hands

Seeing the apology in his eyes, Zhong Jin put his hands behind his back and said softly, "Go back."

Chang Sihao turned his face back

A gust of wind blew by, and the prayer flags on the tower swept up like a resurrection, and the yellow grass around them was slanted, and the light waves of the world flowed away

The blades of grass rubbed against each other and made a drizzling sound, and in the rain came the laughter of wind chimes on the eaves

The two men looked at each other at the same time, and in the distance, two children were running in the grass, a girl and a boy, both seven or eight years old, and the girl was a Tatar, wearing a white fluffy hat, and her long hair was fluttering, and the boy was of Han nationality, and he wore a glittering silver chain around his neck, and they ran and jumped, playing and chasing, and their faces were smiling brightly, like carefree fawns, and the knee-length grass covered their chests, and to them it was like a jungle

The morning sun was shining brightly, and the sunlight was flooding through the hair and the backs of the two children's clothes, bringing boundless warmth

Looking at this picture, Chang Sihao felt that his body and mind were relaxed, and the depths of his bones seemed to be filled with sunshine

Jong Kim thought that maybe it reminded him of his daughter, so he shouted, "Hey" and beckoned to the two children

The girl and the boy ran close when they heard the sound, and the smile on their faces was still there, but Chang Sihao's expression suddenly froze

And he noticed that the silver chain around the boy's neck had fallen long, and the other end was in the little girl's hand

Zhong Jin was stunned, and suddenly became speechless

The little girl looked at them speechless, and felt a little strange, and gently pulled the chain, and led the boy to the river, and the boy turned his head and asked her, "Hey, Wuxia, what are you doing with the tower?" Girl: "Because someone died" Boy: "Why do you want to build a tower when you die?" Girl: "You can worship" Boy: "What is the purpose of worship" The girl thought for a moment: "In order not to forget" Boy: "What did you forget?" The girl laughed and said, "Then it is really dead "Boy: "If you are dead, you will be gone" "Girl: "If you are dead, you will be gone" Boy: "Isn't it good to be gone?" The girl hooked her finger to her lower lip There was no voice, as if he didn't know how to answer

On the shoulders of two children, a young shepherd riding a pony whips a cloud across the riverbank, humming an old pastoral song

The children's voice is loud, but every time it is loud, there is a sense of breaking, as if it is tuning the heaven and the earth

Chang Sihao listened to this pastoral song in his heart, word by word, and silently translated it into Chinese:

The thousand-year-old copper kettle in the yurt climbed up and climbed the scale under the dripping tears

Is death just a break in life, time is eternal, why you and I are losing

A piece of wind slowly enters the flesh with warmth, and a dream gives me a crystal clear

The sun is on her pillow with clouds, silver hair and tassels, whether I am dead or alive, she doesn't care at all

Who, who, hold hands and teach me how to herd cattle and horses, Who, who, and listen to me knock on the watermelon

Who, who, who, hanging diagonally with a bare ass and belly pocket, who, who doesn't wash his face or tie it

Mommy Mommy Dad Daddy Come with me Come with me

Brother, sister, sister, brother, come with me, come with me

Let's go against the sunset and burn Hana, let's put on the saddle and get on the horse

Let's grind our butts and turn our heads**, let's wave our whips and shout Wula

Ula, Ula, Ula, Ula, Ula, Ula, Ula, Ula

Where is home, where is home, where is home, where is home, where is home

He listened and translated, repeating the phrase "Where is home, where is home?" in his heart, and unconsciously burst into tears

Zhong Jin couldn't bear to look at each other and persuaded softly: "Time is a hurdle, everyone will stumble on it one day, don't be sad anymore, all the people here are your relatives, come home with me."

Chang Sihao shook his head

Turn around and walk towards the sun

Zhong Jin followed up and shouted, "You, where are you going?"

Chang Sihao didn't look back, just raised one arm high

Jong Kim watched as the arm shook in the air like a withered grass swaying in the sun