I saw the old mayor of the town and representatives of several major surnames walking over, surrounded by a "monk" wearing a red monk's robe.
"Monk" has high cheekbones and deep-set eye sockets, which are obviously different from the locals' appearance.
While walking, he held a prayer wheel in one hand, a dark gold box in the other, and a dark red "flower drum" hanging on his waist.
The group of people did not stop when they passed Zhao Youliang's paper-making shop. Only the "monk" gave him a meaningful look.
He paused for a moment and then said softly: "Ong (ōng) má (ní) bei (bei) mī (hōng)."
Before anyone could react, the paper figures in the shop all laughed horribly, and even tended to move towards the door.
It seemed to be a response to this strange "monk", more like contempt and expulsion.
Zhao Youliang was shocked when he saw this. In order not to cause trouble for himself, he quickly closed the door of the paper shop tightly.
After the mayor and his entourage gathered around the "monk" and left, and even the "customers" of the paper buyer had left, Zhao Youliang asked.
"Mother-in-law, was that a foreign monk just now? Why is it so strange?"
Asking that Granny Mi was well-informed, she looked in the direction where the "monk" was leaving and answered softly.
"Silly boy, the master just now is not a monk, he should be called a lama."
"The Lama of Tibetan Tantra."
"It seems that they were invited by the mayor and others to deal with the three evil ghosts last night."
The book hints: There are still many differences between Tibetan Buddhism and our mainland monks.
For example, this person just now: They usually wear bright red monk robes, which looks like a piece of red cloth draped around their bodies to outsiders.
Instead of wearing gilded cassocks only on important days like in Chinese Buddhism, for specific examples, please refer to Tang Monk in "Journey to the West".
Because according to Tantric legends, red is the color emanating from the muscles of Sakyamuni, and it has the power to bless those who practice Buddhism.
Therefore, the red monk's robe represents the Buddha's compassion for all living beings, symbolizes life, bravery, creativity, as well as the meaning of commemoration and sacrifice.
In addition to the color of the monk's robes, the way tantric lamas "greet" is also different from the monks in our impression, such as the one just now.
The "Om Mani Pai Me Hum" he said is a six-character mantra, also known as the "Six-Character Great Ming Mantra".
Dear readers, you can understand it as "Namo Amitabha" that ordinary monks often say.
Reciting the six-character Great Ming Mantra can eliminate the fear of illness, punishment, and untimely death, increase your life span, and increase your wealth.
Therefore, in Tibetan areas, you can often see people turning prayer wheels and reciting the "Six-Character Mantra".
In addition, depending on different beliefs, the "mantra" used by Tantra monks to "greet" is also different.
In addition to the above-mentioned six-character mantra, there are also those who recite "Amitabha" and some who bless other Buddhas.
In addition, the small box held by the lama is called Gawu box, which is one of the blessing instruments of Tibetan Buddhism.
It can be used to ward off evil spirits, protect one's body, control one's home, and increase one's fortune.
There are small clay or metal Buddha statues or scrolls inside, which are worn everywhere and used to pray for peace and good fortune.
In addition to prayer wheels and Gawu boxes, commonly used instruments in Tibetan Tantric Buddhism include Dharma bells, Vajra pestles, Dharma drums, Dharma conchs, prayer beads, butter lamps, etc.
Through Granny Mi's patient explanation, Zhao Youliang, a "jobplace novice", finally understood the general outline.
"Mother-in-law, that master lama just now should be very powerful."
"Because he can actually arouse the paper man's reaction, and the gangster dog doesn't dare to show his teeth in front of him... Ouch, it hurts, Brother Dog, please let go!"
But before Zhao Youliang could finish speaking, he was bitten on the leg by a big yellow dog.
That's good, the big yellow dog didn't grin, but he himself grinned in pain...
Zhao Youliang, who was watching the fight and being beaten by the big yellow dog, asked Granny Mi and smiled helplessly.
"I hope this master is really capable and can subdue those three dirty things."
"As long as they don't let them continue to harm people..."
Although the mayor invited eminent monks, Granny Mi, Shopkeeper Sun and the old man who drove away the corpses were still worried.
After staying with Zhao Youliang for a while, they went back to rest and prepare to defend against evil spirits tonight.
After all, one more person means more power.
Before leaving, shopkeeper Sun specially told Zhao Youliang: He doesn't have to come out at night, he just needs to take care of his shop.
Because if the things in the shop were messed with, they would be much more evil than those three evil ghosts.
In other words, they are completely different and cannot be compared.
Zhao Youliang nodded in agreement while smiling bitterly in his heart.
I wanted to help, but it was useless.
At best, it's equivalent to giving those three evil ghosts a free takeaway...
While laughing at himself, Zhao Youliang reopened the door of the paper shop and continued business. He also wanted to make more money before he was killed by the shop.
Leave more for your adoptive father and sister.
Just when Zhao Youliang was sitting lazily at the door, bored, he suddenly felt something crawling up his thigh.
"I'll go, what the hell...haha, little dumplings!"
"Oh, I'm so glad you're okay, little dumpling!"
"Do you know how worried I have been these past few days? I still can't find your home!"
"Where was the zombie that chased you last time? Did you kill it?!"
Climbing into Zhao Youliang's hand, it was the little mouse that met his eyes.
The little mouse that lured away the corpse on a stormy night saved Zhao Youliang's life.
The little guy is obviously very smart and can understand Zhao Youliang's words.
So she rubbed it affectionately in his hand and kept squeaking to express her longing for separation.
One person and one mouse, you talk about yours and I talk about mine. After chatting for a while, Zhao Youliang stood up.
"Just wait, little dumpling. I've been leaving dumplings for you every day these days. I'll heat them up for you."
Although the little mouse was made to wait, the little guy was very smart.
He knew that with his appearance, a "human" standing alone on the street would definitely be beaten by humans.
There is a saying that goes like this: Everyone shouts and beats a rat crossing the street.
So he squeaked and followed Zhao Youshen into the shop obediently.
When he saw the three tablets enshrined by Zhao Youliang, the little guy looked thoughtful.
Zhao Youliang was a little embarrassed and quickly explained.
"You, Brother Huang, and Master Hui Liu have all saved my life, and I don't know how to repay you."
"I can only provide a memorial tablet. I hope you are all safe."
After listening to Zhao Youliang's words, the little mouse seemed to get closer to him.
He simply climbed up his thigh to Zhao Youliang's shoulder and rubbed his cheek affectionately.
A tickling feeling came, making Zhao Youliang burst into laughter.
Amid the laughter, the coldness in the store seemed to be dissipated a lot...
