Splendid peasant girl busy farming

6220 Fear
Master Qiku thought very well at first, but in fact, he hit a big snag.

Grassland people, the lower level is different from the higher level, they don't care about other beliefs except the most primitive grassland worship.

They care more about their own food...

Master Qiku tried to promote Buddha to many prairie people, but all he got was a blank stare.

Finally, tired, he returned to the stable.

But he didn't give up, but waited for the opportunity. He is a person who attaches great importance to commitment.

Having already promised Luo Xingchen to spread the faith on the grassland, then he will not give up halfway, but will do everything possible to fulfill his promise.

Zoya happily ran away from the stable and entered the tent. Not long after, a series of coughing sounds came from inside.

The old lady finally fell ill. These days, she seldom left the tent. Every morning, there would be continuous coughing sounds from inside the tent.

At first, the voice was loud, but then it gradually weakened.

Emma went to a nearby priest to ask for the holy water that is said to be able to wash away sins and diseases, and spent a lot of savings.

At that time, Master Qiku only took one look at it, and he knew that the so-called Shenshui was a fake thing, and some plant ash was burned in it. Not only was it useless to the body, but in fact it also caused great damage.

However, Master Qiku only said one sentence, and Emma chased him away with a whip.

In her opinion, what the sacrificial lord said must be correct. If it is useless, it is not a problem of divine water, but a problem of not being blessed by the gods.

After Zoya entered the camp, not long after, she ran out again.

She entered the stable without saying a word, and sat on a bluestone slab, her eyes were red and she lost her spirit.

Master Qiku put his palms together and recited a Buddhist gatha. He didn't speak, but waited quietly.

"Bald head, my mother said, the old lady won't make it through today..."

"You once said that there are six reincarnations in the underworld. People can be reincarnated, so can old women?"

Zoya finally spoke. She had listened to Master Qiku preach about the Buddha, and she kept many words in her heart. Although the people around her didn't believe it, she believed it.

Because the bald monk is a good person, he taught himself to write, he can sing beautiful prairie songs, and he can tell many interesting stories, he will definitely not lie to himself.

"Yes, everything can enter reincarnation, and the old lady will naturally." Master Qiku nodded.

"Then, will the old lady have enough to eat in her next life? The old lady said that her greatest wish is not to go hungry." Zoya rubbed her eyes and asked.

She already knew what death was. When her father died, she thought that his father had gone to play somewhere else, and he would bring her some candy when he came home.

After a long time, she understood that her father would never appear again, and he left this world.

And now the old lady is leaving, and she only has her mother, Emma, ​​as a relative. For her at a young age, this is a bit cruel.

"The old lady has done many good deeds in this life, and in her next life she will join a wealthy family, and she will never go hungry again." Master Qi Ku uttered the Buddha's name and said solemnly.

Zoya's eyes lit up, and she quickly got up and ran towards the camp.

"Grandma, grandma, tell me with a bald head, you will never go hungry again." Zoya shouted loudly.

However, after she entered the tent, she found that the old woman could no longer hear herself speak, and could not touch her head with her withered hands, and told her stories passed down from generation to generation on the grassland with a smile.

Granny is dead...

On the second day, Master Qiku attended the funeral of the old lady.

The funeral was very simple. There were no luxurious funeral objects, not even a coffin. For the poor grassland people, the result of death was that their bodies were burned to ashes in the flames.

Put firewood in an open place by the river, and after lighting it, the old lady disappeared into this world on top of the fire.

Zoya's big eyes were full of tears, and she would never see Grandma again.

Master Qiku recited a Buddhist gatha, and then he recited scriptures to save the soul of the old lady.

The nearby herdsmen who came here were all the neighbors that the old lady knew before she was alive. There was a woman with wrinkles on her face. She was actually young, but her hard life made her age early.

When the female herdsman heard Master Qiku chanting sutras, she approached and asked, "I heard from Zoya, you can save the souls of the dead? You don't need to charge money?"

Generally speaking, when a prairie person dies, there will be a priest present to save the soul of the dead, but they will charge a lot of money.

For grassland people, funerals are serious, and the step of saving the souls of the dead will never be omitted. They are very afraid of death, not fear of death itself, but fear of falling into hell after death.

In the primitive worship of the grassland, there is also the theory of hell, but the rumor is that the souls of the dead who have not been saved will fall into hell.

As a result, many families couldn't afford to invite a priest to save them, so they could only put the corpse nearby and hold the funeral after saving enough money. Sometimes it took too long, and the corpse rotted and even turned into bones. It was really horrible.

Therefore, being able to save the souls of the dead without charging money is definitely very attractive to the grassland people at the bottom.

"That's right, the poor monk saves the souls of the dead without money." Master Qiku clasped his hands together.

"Then master, can you help our family get over it? My old Bart is dying..." the female herdsman said excitedly.

She couldn't afford to hire a priest, and she couldn't find anyone who could save her family. It was so difficult to find one.

"Okay, when are we going?" Master Qiku said calmly.

"It's over here, let's go." The female herdsman said.

"Yes." Master Qiku nodded, and then he continued to recite the scriptures. He is extremely serious about the Buddhist scriptures, and it is also his true belief.

Whether there are gods or Buddhas, no one can say for sure, but what a Buddha crosses is his own heart, as long as the heart is there, anyone can become a Buddha.

Little Zoya was tired from crying, and Emma carried her back to the tent to rest.

Master Qiku followed the female herdsman to her home.

The female shepherd's house was not far away. Her father, Old Bart, was lying in the camp right now, panting heavily. He was already skinny and out of shape.

In the past, old Bart was a strong prairie man, he could wrestle, and once participated in the prairie coalition army. Later, he returned home with the plundered food.

At that time, old Bart spoke like thunder, and his whole body was full of endless strength.

And now, he couldn't stand up anymore.

It's just that his eyes are full of fear, he is afraid of death, worried about that dark, silent and terrifying world.

(End of this chapter)