Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 133 What should come will come eventually

After walking around the outside of the temple, the Buddha statue was carried back to the temple again.

Three men placed the Buddha statue in front of the wooden pagoda, and the bronze Buddha fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Master Paro, who was sitting in front of the wooden pagoda, did not lift his eyelids, but kept reciting scriptures.

After the three men drank the sugarcane water brought by the villagers, they knelt silently in front of the wooden pagoda and listened to scriptures.

Before the sun set, a bonfire was lit in the courtyard, people lit the candles in their hands, and held a grand candle patrol ceremony.

The children were laughing and laughing, but they were firmly restrained by the parents, and they were not allowed to get close to the wooden tower.

As night fell, under the arrangement of the monks in the temple, everyone enjoyed a fast meal.

In addition to the rice, dishes, and pastries prepared in the temple, the vegetarian meal also includes meat, sugar and sugar cane wine brought by the villagers.

Everyone laughed and ate and drank, but the three men kneeling in front of the wooden pagoda seemed to be deaf and motionless.

It wasn't until Master Paro on the wooden tower raised his hand imperceptibly that the three got up and walked to the table.

"Sompa! Come!"

Several young boys waved at the long-haired man and called him over.

The man strode to their table, sat down, took a banana leaf, filled some rice with a spoon, took a piece of boiled beef, and ate it.

A boy about five or six years old turned his head sideways and asked him, "Uncle Sompa, hasn't Uncle Somchai come back yet? He said he would bring me a game console..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head by his elder brother beside him.

Sompa stopped moving, and stopped chewing in his mouth.

The boy covered his head, and just about to cry when he curled his mouth, he was frightened by his brother's stare and held back.

Songpa swallowed the beef in his mouth, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, and said in a mellow voice, "You will have a game console."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, patted the shoulder of the man who was devouring food, and said in a deep voice, "Bakun! Let's fight!"

Bakun was the man who did not stand firmly when he was lifting the Buddha. After hearing this, he wiped his mouth in a hurry, stood up a little annoyed, and followed.

Seeing the two get up and walk to the open space in the center, everyone cheered.

Sompa is recognized as No. 1 in Muay Thai in more than a dozen surrounding villages. Even in the hearts of young people in the village, there is no stronger boxer in Thailand than him.

On weekdays, he would not make a move, only on important festival occasions like today, he would occasionally play an exhibition match with his brothers, which is also the highlight of the festival celebration.

Someone took out the "Wanggong" that had been prepared and put it on the heads of Sompa and Bakun. The music troupe in the temple played ritual music, flute, drum, and jingle.

Thick dark clouds covered the sky, and a breeze blew up in the sky. The flames reflected Sompa's kneeling body on the ground. Along with his dancing, the surging muscles gathered into layers of waves, tumbling, and filled with horror. human power.

Songpa's expression was serious and serious, as if he was doing the most sacred thing in the world.

Bakun had already wrapped a layer of armguards and leggings around his arms and calves with hemp rope, but Sompa did not make any preparations.

Everyone used their bodies to form a circle in the center, and the two boxers stood facing each other, with their hands clasped together and placed on their foreheads.

At the end of the ceremony, Sompa raised his hands and put them on both sides of his forehead, slightly arched his shoulders, fixed his eyes on Bakun, and approached him with his toes on the ground.

Ba Kun put his fists on both sides of his cheeks, moved his feet, but retreated a little bit.

Sompa suddenly took a step forward, and kicked Bakun on the outside of Bakun's thigh with a whip kick.

Bakun's feet tilted, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain, but he knew that Sompa had kept his hands, otherwise he would have been unable to stand.

It's really unlucky, but I can't blame others, who made me not stand firm?

Sompa kicked again with a whip kick. This time Ba Kun predicted his attack and raised his knee to block it.

Songpa didn't make any more moves, but he was still approaching a little bit, which made him take the initiative to attack.

Bakun gritted his teeth, stopped dodging, but took a step forward, and started to attack.

The fists and feet tied with hemp rope were as hard as a wooden stick, but Songpa did not dodge or dodge, despite Bakun's heavy blows on his body.

His long-term training and instinctive defensive movements helped him take off most of Bakun's offensive strength, and his broad muscles and hard bones resisted the remaining impact. He was not injured, but the pain was real.

He seemed to be punishing himself with the pain.

Bak Kun's attack slowed down, and Sompa kicked him straight down with a ghostly high whip kick, ending the performance.

The clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and the only breeze disappeared, and the air was filled with sultry humidity.

The villagers bid farewell and left, and peace returned to the temple.

A shed was set up in front of the bronze Buddha, and all the monks knelt and sat under the shed, chanting scriptures silently, except for the little novice who cleaned up.

Sompa knelt down in front of the wooden pagoda again, facing Master Paro, without saying a word.

The first raindrop fell in the sky, and then thousands of raindrops fell.

In an instant, the thunder rolled, and then the downpour fell.

None of the monks in the courtyard moved, they all knelt and sat in place, chanting scriptures silently.

Songpa knelt in front of the wooden pagoda, the heavy rain fell on his shoulders and body, and then condensed into water droplets and slid down, taking away a trace of the temperature in his body.

Thousands of raindrops fell, and soon Sompa began to tremble.

But he still knelt silently, without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the heavy rain gradually stopped, and Songpa was completely wet, with strands of hair sticking together, dripping rainwater.

"Ugh……"

On the wooden pagoda, Master Paro spoke quietly and asked in a hoarse voice: "Have you decided?"

"Yes!"

Sompa nodded vigorously.

"The Buddha said: All conditioned dharmas are all due to the combination of causes and conditions. The conditions arise from time to time, and the conditions are exhausted. It is nothing more than this."

Master Paro earnestly said his words.

Songpa buried his head deeper, but his tone was very firm: "I only have one younger brother!"

Master Paro fell silent.

After a long time, he sighed: "Oh..."

Sompa said nothing.

"you come up."

Master Paro spoke again.

Sompay stepped forward.

Master Paro took off a string of Buddhist beads from his neck, and a small sign of invisible material was dropped on it. It looked light and fluffy, but it jingled when it was shaken, and the sound was clear and crisp.

Hanging it around Sompa's neck, Master Paro gently stroked the top of his head.

Sompa looked down at the amulet, which had a Sanskrit word engraved on it, which meant "vehicle".

With a look of emotion on his face, Songpa bent over and kowtowed, clasped his hands together, and slowly got up.

Walking down the wooden tower, he looked around, as if he wanted to imprint everyone in his heart.

Then, he strode away towards the temple gate.

With the melodious sound of chanting, Master Palau looked up to the sky and muttered to himself: "All appearances, right and wrong, all sentient beings. That is, non-sentient beings. Those who should come will eventually come..."

He opened his eyes, and there were a pair of dark eyes without any white.

(End of this chapter)