my weird life.

Chapter 813 Ghee (22)

"My lord, that's what the prophecy should be.

If you think my interpretation is wrong, you can talk to Rinchen Tsampa in person.

Tell her that you will take her to the Dunwang Mountain ahead, and beg her to let the carriage continue.

If the carriage can 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, and Naikang had already turned back to the cart carrying his mother's body. He suppressed the ecstasy on his face, straightened his expression, bowed to his mother in the car, and pressed the The way Miwang said, he said to Rinchen Tsangpa: "Mother, is that so?

Is this your foreshadowing?

Do you want to go to Dunwang Mountain?

If you want to go to Dunwang Mountain, please let the carriage continue to move forward.

My son will definitely take you to Mt. Dunwang! "

The voice fell.

Rinchen Tsangpa in the black tent did not express anything.

With a swastika on her hands, she looked at Naikang who was kneeling on the ground with a gentle face and a smile on her lips. Naikang put down the black cloth tent so that others could not see his mother's face in the tent.

Immediately, the slaves and attendants were recruited to drive the carriage again, pushing and pulling the carriage wheels that were sunk in the mud——

This time, the strong horses pulled by the front easily stepped out of the mud pit without any effort from the slaves, pulled the carriage out of the deep rut, and moved forward slowly!
it is as expected!
Naikang lifted his spirits, and looked at the same spirited 'Miwang'.

He hurried back to his car, but he forgot to greet his favorite eldest son 'Dun Hong'.

Mi Wang just followed closely behind him, and also got into the carriage.

Under the order of Naikangze, the whole convoy set off again and rushed to the "Dunwang Mountain" ahead.

Standing in the motorcade, Dunhong looked at his father's carriage in front of him, and then at the black cloth tent covering the body of Rinchen Tsampa. Two slaves walked over, bowed their bodies, and folded their hands to form a seat. The shape of Atsushi-Tsuhiro naturally sat on the seat formed by the overlapping arms of the two slaves.

He supported the necks of the two slaves, and the slaves carried him to the front carriage.

After taking two or three steps, Dun Hong suddenly stopped.

The two slaves stopped as promised.

In Dun Hong's mind, that flowery, soul-stirring face has been lingering all the time. His Adam's apple rolled, swallowed, pointed to the slave on the left at the black cloth tent behind him, and said in a low voice, "Go, lift it up." Open the tent!"

"……I can not!"

The slave on the left bows his head.

"go!

If you don't go, you die! "Dun Hong lowered his voice even more. He looked sternly, staring at the slave on the left, then softened his expression, as if he was actively explaining to the slave, or as if he was trying to hide some of his hidden thoughts, "I will take another look. My grandmother, see if she has any other instructions..."

Under Dun Hong's threat, the slave hesitantly walked up to the cart——

He summoned up his courage and lifted the black cloth tent.

In the tent, the corpse of Grandma Rinchen Tsangpa was still lifelike, as beautiful as a flower, and it was so beautiful that Dunhong was deeply fascinated—the black cloth tent was put down again in an instant.

The flames from all around fell on the tent,
The body in the tent was vaguely reflected.

Her head was bound by a rope, bent downward, ghee was smeared on the top of her head, and she looked haggard. It was clearly Rinchen Tsangpa who died in his old age. How could she look half as beautiful as a flower?
Dunhong sat on a "human-animal cart" and was carried to the side of Naikangze's carriage.

He stepped into the carriage, especially looking devastated.

Naikang stared at Dunhong dissatisfiedly for a while. Although he didn't see what the eldest son did just now, Miwang beside him had reported the truth to him!

The eldest son is still full of obsession now, sitting there, distracted, seeing Naikang getting more and more annoyed, he stretched out his hand and slapped him, and shouted: "I will not pursue the scandal between you and Dawa Dunzhu." But don't you think I don't know!

This is your grandmother, my mother - what are you thinking about? ! "

Dun Hong was woken up by the slap, and immediately knelt down, while Xiang Naikang lowered his head in shame, and said in a low voice, "Father, I was wrong, I was wrong."

"Among my six children, you are the most like me, and your mother is the daughter of Lord Sangmuza, so I dote on you the most.

But don't push yourself too hard, you don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!
What were you doing the day your grandmother died? !

Are you messing with my concubine? ! "Naikang, before venting his anger completely, and regardless of the presence of an outsider 'Miwang' at the moment, scolded Dunhong again and again, and finally said in a serious tone, "Dawa Dunzhu, that bitch, has been given to me by me." A beast dragon Benedict from Mount Bajikaqiu said that her skin is very beautiful and suitable for making a drum...

This time I will only punish her one.

If there is a next time - think for yourself! "

Dun Hong trembled all over, and there was no more charming thought in his mind!
Naikang was still angry, so he let Dunhong kneel at his feet, opened the curtains of the car, and looked at the dark mountains outside the window.

Miwang looked at Dun Hong who was kneeling on the ground, and then at Naikangze who turned his head away. He couldn't see his expression clearly. He lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a while, then slowly said to Naikangze: "Naikangze Master... The little nobleman Dunhong made a mistake for a while, and he must have realized his mistake by now, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Naikang slowly turned around.

He glanced at Miwang expressionlessly.

That look made Mi Wang's heart skip a beat, and he didn't say anything more.

But Naikang looked down at the eldest son who was kneeling, and said in a low voice: "Master Miwang Du thinks that you made a mistake and made a small mistake. What do you think?"

"I made a big mistake!

Abba, no matter how you punish me, I will accept it willingly! "Dun Hong wept, and immediately kowtowed like garlic.

Naikang showed a smile on his face, and he patted his eldest son on the shoulder: "Get up."

In this way, Dun Hong thanked Naikang for his gratitude, got up, and sat on the side of the carriage in an orderly manner, without even looking at Mi Wang who had pleaded for him earlier.

Such a situation made Mi Wang feel even more chilled.

The convoy did not go far, and arrived at the foot of the 'Dunwang Mountain'.

The leader of the guards came to report the situation to Naikang: "My lord, the mountain is too steep, and the carriage cannot go up! I will let the slaves come over, and carry you, Mr. Dunhong, and Master Miwang Dushi..."

"Need not."

Naikang interrupted the leader of the guards, and continued: "All of you are guarding under the mountain.

It is good that the other masters go up the mountain with us. "

"Yes!"

The three got out of the carriage, and the slaves who were in charge of pushing the cart, carrying supplies, and occasionally acting as 'mounts' were shackled by crossbars and stood in several rows at the foot of the mountain in an orderly manner.

Guards watch over the slaves.

Four or five masters surrounded Naikangze, Dunhong, and Miwang and approached the cart behind.

The masters opened the black cloth tent, and the body of the flowery girl Rinchen Tsampa was sitting in the wooden frame. She exuded the fragrance of ghee all over her body. appearance?
Naikang pushed aside Dun Hong who was beside him, called two Dushi masters, and removed the wooden frame from the cart.

He lifted up the black cloth bag on his mother's body, tied the rope tightly, and then ordered the others to fetch tie ties, wrapped them around his chest, waist and back, and carried his mother's body behind his back.

The sweet, fatty aroma wafted out of the black cloth pocket behind him, and could not stop getting into Naikangze's mouth.

For some reason, Naikang was suddenly a little hungry.

There is no shortage of food in the carriage. During the journey, he would sit in the carriage and eat some preserved fruit, dried meat, and snacks when he was bored. Hearing the aroma of butter, his mouth began to salivate—how come the butter that those masters smeared on his mother was so fragrant?
It seems that I have never tasted such fragrant ghee before.

Naikang stopped the whirling thoughts in his mind, spoke a few words with all his masters, and then, carrying his mother's body on his back, he set off with his eldest son and many masters to the verdant Dunwang Mountain.

A few masters opened the way ahead, using their knives and sticks to clean up the tangled vines and vegetation on the road ahead, making it easier for Naikangze, Dunhong, Miwang and others who followed behind.

But as he walked, the few Dushi who were leading the way suddenly disappeared.

The rest stopped.

Naikang turned his head and looked around with his mother's corpse on his back. The shadows of trees overlapped all around, and the firelight illuminated the surroundings, but it couldn't reflect the dark places under the overlapping shadows of 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 an ordinary dead person, but very soft. Naikang held his mother's body and felt like a ball The fat, boneless pork, and the strange smell of butter penetrated into his nostrils, making him feel more empty in his stomach.

He glanced at the several Benedicts around him, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the other hand, and continued: "They are all Benedicts with sacrificial bodies to protect them, even if they get lost in the mountains, nothing will happen.

Let's move on! "

A Dushi teacher heard the words and asked Naikangze: "Master Naikangze, where are we going to Dunwang Mountain?
This mountain is very big, do you want to go around the whole mountain? "

Naikang raised his eyes to 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 grasp the sky rope, climb the ladder, and set foot in the heaven.

My mother will naturally be buried on the top of Dunwang Mountain! "

While speaking, he turned to look at Miwang, and said, "Master Du, help me carry my mother for a while.

I'm so tired, I need a rest. "

Miwang nodded, and carried the body of 'Rinchen Zamba' behind his back as promised.

Naikang unloaded his mother's body and immediately felt a lot more relaxed.

Even the hunger in my stomach seems to have decreased a little.

He flexes his muscles.

On the back of his dark red silk robe, there were faint marks of dirty yellow grease.

The shallow mark is forming a human figure sitting cross-legged, with a bent neck, as if without a head—a few drops of ghee slowly seep out of the dirty yellow human-shaped grease mark.

(End of this chapter)