Chapter 5, Night on the Prairie
The old village chief laughed heartily, "With such agility, how could you possibly be someone with a back ailment?"
"What are you thinking?" the female reporter asked softly
During the narration, Qiao Ying and the filming crew were engaged in intense shooting; Qiao Ying occasionally asked questions. When she inquired whether it was true that the moment Losang thought of the Lama Master, the prayer beads would glow, the old village chief affirmed, "Yes, yes! This part often glows."
Cao Yulang was pulled back from his memories to the reality of Lausanne, turning to look at Qiao Ying; in that moment, Cao Yulang, immersed in recollections, exuded an imposing presence like a general; his dark, bright eyes emitted a light that pierced the night sky; Qiao Ying felt a wave of confusion in her heart, as the Lausanne before her radiated an indescribable brilliance, shining like a transcendent jade.
This is the first woman that Luosang has embraced, as if he has embraced the entire world; the warm fragrance envelops her even more intensely than before, as Yulang buries her face deep in Qiao Ying's embroidered hair, absorbing the girl's body scent. Qiao Ying feels a wave of dizziness, her mind halting as if deprived of oxygen. In the vast grasslands, under the beautiful night sky, being with such a handsome Tibetan youth, it is impossible not to have any embarrassing thoughts, but at this moment, Qiao Ying is still immersed in the shock from earlier, feeling as if everything is a dream.
As a trace of inner energy was infused, the prayer beads seemed to be activated, as if they were rising in radiant light. The inner energy connected itself with the prayer beads, and strange images flashed through the mind; focusing on the prayer beads, it appeared that lines of text resembling incantations shimmered in the brilliant glow. Not daring to think further, Yulang hurriedly withdrew the inner energy; at the very moment of withdrawal, an even stranger occurrence took place: the thirty-six prayer beads began to rotate as if they were alive, forming a peculiar and intricate formation, resisting the attempt to retract the inner energy, yet no longer drawing from within. Not daring to think further, Yulang hurriedly withdrew the inner energy; at the very moment of withdrawal, an even stranger occurrence took place: the thirty-six prayer beads began to rotate as if they were alive, forming a peculiar and intricate formation, resisting the attempt to retract the inner energy, yet no longer drawing from within. The two watched as the prayer beads in Luosang's hand spun, their radiance growing ever more intense, gradually illuminating the surroundings; people in the distance felt the brilliance of the prayer beads and began to gather.
The old village chief said again that tonight, everyone who is illuminated by the Buddha's light will receive great benefits. While it is impossible to be free from all ailments, it is certain that any previous illnesses will be gone. The more sincere one's heart, the greater the benefits received.
"What just happened? How could you be glowing from your body and eyes?" Qiao Ying recalled the spectacle from just now; a person who glows, wow! It was so shocking. As a journalist, she had never encountered such people and events.
Qiao Ying asked softly: "Tell me, are you really a herdsman?"
Luo Sang noticed the bewilderment in Qiao Ying's eyes, and was startled to see the radiance surrounding himself reflected in her gaze. He quickly reined in his power; the brilliance on his body vanished, yet Qiao Ying's eyes remained fixed on him. Luo Sang had never been stared at for such a long time by a young woman, his heart raced and his face flushed. In a sudden motion, he pulled Qiao Ying into his embrace
However, the accompanying doctor from the film crew raised an objection, stating that he had previously suffered from a herniated disc (due to prolonged sitting and inactivity), and although he was not in pain now, it certainly would not have healed completely. After the old village chief understood what a herniated disc was, he said, "As long as you bow three times to the prayer beads, it will definitely be cured completely." The doctor immediately knelt down and bowed three times to the prayer beads, then got back up and asked, "Is it really that simple to be cured?"
Although the words are the same, Losang spoke in a declarative sentence, while the village's hetushu.com often spoke in an interrogative sentence, which made a significant difference. Immediately after, Losang said another sentence: "Twenty miles due west." After saying this, he suddenly weakened and collapsed onto the grass, losing consciousness.
However, the shock that Qiao Ying experienced was far less intense than that of Luosang. In order to convince Qiao Ying of his words, he slowly infused a trace of internal energy into the black prayer beads. Previously, when reading at night, Luosang had infused internal energy into metals such as concealed daggers and spurs when the lamp oil had run out, causing them to emit a faint glow, allowing him to finish his reading. But those were metals; he had experimented and found that he could only make metals emit a shimmer, which was too laborious, so he seldom used it. This string of prayer beads had some fine patterns that resembled something embedded with gold threads, and before infusing the internal energy, he had no idea what effect it would produce.
After an unknown period, everything fell silent. Qiao Ying, slightly out of breath, leaned in the embrace of Yu Lang, gazing up at the silhouette of Luosang imprinted against the starry sky; with a straight nose, bright eyes, a broad forehead, and elegant lip lines. The night concealed the flush on his face, and without the contrast of the highland marks, the Cao Yu Lang before her appeared vastly different from a pastoralist from the Tibetan region.
After a moment of silence, Lausanne devised a strategy to respond and slowly took the prayer beads left by the old lama from his chest
Just now, the crew filming the herdsmen kneeling in prayer with prayer beads, along with personnel from the township government and the police station, all dropped what they were doing and began to bow their heads to the prayer beads. This situation put Luo Sang, who was pretending to be unconscious, in a difficult position. Earlier, he had infused a trace of true energy into the doctor’s body to give the old village chief some face, and knowing where the doctor’s ailment lay, he quickly healed his minor condition. However, there were more than ten people here; how could he treat them all by himself? With this thought, he considered giving the old village chief a signal to silence him.
Tomorrow, I will be leaving this place. During dinner, the old village chief poured me a large bowl of milk wine, and Qiao Ying's face still feels a bit feverish. On the gentle grassland, the spring breeze caresses the wispy cooking smoke, and the starlight is dazzling; the robust Tibetan youth is full of vitality, standing tall like a mountain; the simple fragrance of grass envelops the earth, and the sounds of cattle, sheep, and dogs echo from afar, revealing the essence of a simple life, something that cannot be found even in dreams in the city. The two have been silent for a long time, yet there is no sense of dullness; Qiao Ying merely wishes to say something to this mysterious Tibetan youth.
The old village chief said: "Just before Losang fainted, he mentioned that the Lama Master had passed away twenty miles away. I kindly ask that master to assist in bringing the master back."
The night grew even darker, and Lausanne looked at the old village chief. They both simultaneously uttered the words: "The master has departed"
After examining the illnesses of these more than ten individuals, Luosang was truly exhausted to the point of nearly fainting, and as he regulated his internal energy, he fell asleep.
All three drivers were eager to go, and as a result, all three vehicles went
A beautiful girl has lived in the city for twenty-five years, graduated from a prestigious university, and is a female reporter at a television station, often interacting with social elites. Qiao Ying has experienced everything that comes with such a life. However, nothing in her twenty-five years of experience was as shocking as that moment when she recklessly began to respond to Yu Lang's embrace. Yu Lang, lacking experience with women, simply held her tightly; the mature Qiao Ying, recognizing Yu Lang's clumsy movements, understood his unrefined innocence and took the initiative to lift her head. Their two breathless mouths drew close together, finally meeting; Yu Lang's mind erupted with a loud noise, and everything became illusory. Yu Lang, lacking experience with women, simply held her tightly; the mature Qiao Ying, recognizing Yu Lang's clumsy movements, understood his unrefined innocence and took the initiative to lift her head. Their two breathless mouths drew close together, finally meeting; Yu Lang's mind erupted with a loud noise, and everything became illusory
The doctor regained consciousness and was overjoyed, immediately performing several difficult movements; indeed, he executed them seamlessly, his waist and legs as agile as those of a twenty-year-old young man, and he promptly bowed three times.
Gently nodding his head, Luosang kissed the girl's face once more; this kiss was meant to dispel the unease in his heart. He did not want her to know that she was now nestled against a man from over two hundred years ago, just the thought of it made him shudder.
As the translator, the county head of Gabuj was dizzy from the task, yet dared not refuse to translate; after all, they were reporters from the central government, and there was simultaneous video recording. It would be easy to find a few people who could speak Tibetan back home, as simple as drinking water. However, upon arriving, things took a turn for the worse, conducting a census and uncovering such matters. Alas, what bad luck, and what would the superiors think of me
"This is it. A month ago, we rescued a lama, and before we left, he gave me this; sometimes when I think of the old lama, I feel a glow, and sometimes I do not." When Losang said this, his face turned red; fortunately, it was night, otherwise it would have been discovered.
"So magical," Qiao Ying said, stroking the prayer beads, feeling no difference; she asked suspiciously, "You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" Although she had heard various rumors about Tibetan Buddhism before coming here and, as a journalist, knew some strange things, she still found it hard to believe. However, the herders in the Tibetan region are honest, and deception is rare, especially this young man who had just shared a passionate kiss with her; he was so simple and unpretentious, and he probably hadn't even learned how to deceive yet.
Luo Sang did not actually lose consciousness; in that situation, he could only lose consciousness to explain the past. How to explain? Benzene! It is simply not to explain anything. Tomorrow, when he wakes up, he will just say that he cannot remember anything from last night, and then there will be nothing to explain.
Under the throng of the herdsmen, Losang was carried into the village chief's tent. Everyone gathered around him to listen as the old village chief, holding a string of prayer beads, recounted how the old lama practicing silent meditation was discovered by him, how he and Losang treated him, and how, once healed, he left Losang with the prayer beads and departed gracefully.
A ray of light slowly emanated from the Buddhist beads held in Luosang's hands, gradually intensifying. The beads seemed to come alive, leaping in the crystalline glow of the rosy light; Qiao Ying felt her breath quicken and her body go limp, overwhelmed by the spectacle before her. The thirty-six jade Buddhist beads radiated a treasure-like aura, their brilliance dazzling. This indescribable marvel unveiled a mysterious world to her, a realm beyond her comprehension.
Soon, the old village chief arrived, followed by County Chief Gabuj, the film crew, and the entire village gathered around; everyone quietly watched by the luminous circle emitted by the prayer beads. Suddenly, a vague image of a Buddha appeared within the radiance of the beads, resembling the face of an old lama. The old village chief knelt down, and the herdsmen followed suit, joining their hands in prayer and prostrating themselves before the beads. The prayer beads began to spin rapidly, their light flickering as if they were anxiously trying to break free from some restraint. With a soft sigh, Luosang channeled a bit of inner energy into the beads, twisting them into a formation. The beads excitedly pulsed a few times, and thirty-six rays of light spiraled together, merging into a colorful light column that illuminated the Buddha image, lifting it from the beads into the air, where it spun around once before darting westward.
However, the next sentence from the old village chief completely dispelled his thoughts, prompting him to obediently and urgently focus on treating the three drivers.