Between the vast sea of ​​clouds

Chapter 113

The morning mist fills the air, the grassland is covered by soft white gauze, the night will fade, and there are still a few stars looming in the sky.

The golden tent looks like a cloud-shrouded snow mountain in the hazy mist, and then it is coated with a layer of dazzling golden light. The several-foot-high bollards are tightly wrapped by colorful cloth strips, and the prayer flags rise from the heights in the wind. Then you can hear a series of crisp bells scattered in the faint morning light.

As the fog cleared, the slaves came out of their tents and began to work. They piously weeded, swept the ground, and wet the rag to wipe the white curtains.Fresh goat milk and food were brought into the tent, and with the sound of the first chanting, the wind blew the tent door silently, and finally stopped outside.The voice was so low that it seemed that it just opened its mouth, but thousands of mouths repeated the same sentence, and the beginning and end sounded like a sound from one mouth. The wizards in the golden tent started a new day of practice, and the slaves listened in fear. This prayer, but the eyes reveal yearning.According to the legend of Xirong, a person who is guilty of sin can be washed away as long as she listens to the wizards reading scriptures a thousand times outside the golden tent.

She stood outside the door, as if she was listening carefully to the low voice of chanting, this stiff tone reminded her of something.But she didn't show surprise at all, she just looked at the uprooted ground, there was indeed not a single blade of grass there.

"What are you looking at, Ah Yuelai?" A young woman in a crescent white robe came over, her blue eyes looked like a kind of cold and hard ice in the morning sun. The light blue ice layer can be seen through the heavy snow, and the deep blue is deep inside. After the refraction of light, it reveals a strange and complicated color.

She didn't respond, just made a listening gesture.

After explaining it clearly, he said to her: "This is the Reincarnation Sutra, don't listen to it for too long."

So they went into the tent, and there were many of these small rooms in the huge tent, divided by wooden boards and wool felt.Bi Shu had a hot drink by the stove, and in his spare time he took a wheel and began to meditate.

They didn't speak, as if they had nothing to say, and as if they should be.She withdrew her thoughts before Bi Shu's probing eyes moved over. In Bi Shu's eyes, she seemed to be in a daze, which made her unable to figure out what she was thinking.

"A Yuelai." She called her like this, always like an emotionless symbol, as if anyone could borrow this name, and what Bi Shu recognized was the owner of this name, not herself.

She nodded, not showing her resistance to the name, she vaguely knew that her name was not this.Bi Shu brought her a bowl of hot goat's milk, she lowered her eyes and blew on the hot milk skin floating on the surface, and finished drinking the goat's milk carefully.During this period, she knew that Bi Shu was looking at her all the time, but she was already able to be calm under this gaze.This searching gaze, filled with doubt and hostility, has surrounded her since the day she woke up.

Bi Shu said: "I will go to the main tent to listen to the wizards recite new scriptures. Do you remember the one I taught you the day before yesterday?"

She nodded, but said nothing.Bi Shu took her hand, put his middle finger on the center of her eyebrows, made a strange handprint, and slid from the center of her eyebrows along the bridge of her nose to her mouth.She didn't move at all, just watched her movements quietly.

"Why didn't you talk today?" Bi Shu asked suspiciously.

"......"

She imitated Bi Shu's handprint and squeezed a similar handprint, pressing it from the center of her brow to her mouth, Bi Shu looked at her innocent eyes in confusion, and did not stop her movements. Filled with curiosity, Bi Shu felt his eyelids being poked, closed his eyes, rubbed her head with his hand, and said, "Let's go, Ah Yuelai."

She didn't want to get up, but just looked up at her, which reminded Bi Shu of a lamb he once raised. She stretched out her hand to grab her, but she dodged away.Bi Shu held her hand, and her push was naughty and soft, just like a real lamb.Bi Shu pulled her up and led her to the main tent.

When the people in the main tent saw her coming, they all saluted. Bi Shu dragged his tail reluctantly, nodded, found a futon, and led her there to sit down.

A wizard came to set up the scriptures, and Bi Shu wanted to stop them, but she had already reached out to grab them naturally.Even though she didn't know a single word, she still read it with gusto.Bi Shu looked at her brand-new half-length robe. She had never been recognized by the archmage in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods, and she was still unable to wear a special divine robe like her. He said: "Ah Yue, don't make me wait too long."

After Bi Shu settled her down, he went to the great mage's tent to do morning lessons. She came late these days. The mage sat on the felt, chanted sutras with his eyes closed, and didn't open his eyes when he heard the sound. late."

Bi Shu saluted her and said, "Bring Ah Yue here to listen to the shamans chant sutras."

The master kept spinning the wheel, Bi Shu sat down to meditate, and suddenly heard her say: "...you are so sure that she is A Yuelai, but you must know that in the past 150 years, no one has been able to come here. During the sacrifice ceremony, the eyes of the sky will be opened again."

Bi Shu opened his eyes, looked sideways at the bright and dazzling light in the gap of the tent door, and said, "The golden tent needs a real Ah Yue to make the elders of all ethnic groups shut their mouths during the sacrifice ceremony, and let the northern The royal court came to pay homage with offerings. The Xirong tribes have been allied for only a hundred years, but the golden tent has been established on the grassland for thousands of years. When the first generation of wizards inserted bollards|into the land to divide the territory, where was the royal court? Where was the royal court when Master Bishu of the previous generation spread teachings from the snow-capped mountains in the extreme north? Where was the royal court when the army of the Dai Dynasty invaded the rear 300 years ago?"

She said: "It's not that I need Ah Yuelai, it's that the Golden Tent needs Ah Yuelai. Without her, the royal court would not submit to the Golden Tent, nor would it kneel down under the altar."

The mage said: "I see that you like her very much. You exchanged her life pill. If she can't open the eyes of the sky again during the sacrifice ceremony and die for nothing, it's better to let her stay here to accompany you more."

But Bi Shu said decisively: "No need, if she wasn't Ah Yuelai, there would be no need for her to exist."

The sorcerer couldn't deny it, and turned the wheel in his hand again.

Bi Shu was a little dazed.

She also remembered that when she first came to the Golden Tent, there were old wizards everywhere, they looked at her in awe, their tall bodies prostrated on the ground, their foreheads were pressed against the ground, and when they got up, they were covered with yellow dust.

She walked past them, adults were much taller than her even kneeling down, their curved backs were covered by dark red robes, making them look like small hills.Bi Shu walked past them calmly, looking for her lamb.

It was a snow-white lamb with black hooves. The shepherd thought it was unlucky, so he threw it in the grass, but she picked it up.

Sheep grows fast, and it is her closest playmate, and it can bring a little joy that belongs to children to her who is seeking to visit in boring scriptures.

But what happened to the sheep?

Bi Shu slowly closed his eyes, vaguely remembering that it seemed to be bitten by some ferocious beast, and could only walk with a limp.The witch doctor said that the sheep was lame and would not be able to run in the future.She stood outside the sheepfold and looked at it. The sheep bleated and looked at her expectantly, but she suddenly felt extremely strange.

So she asked the mage, how to deal with the lame sheep?

The mage replied: "The herdsmen don't need a lame sheep that can't run, they will probably kill it."

So the sheep was killed, and on a certain day when she finished chanting, she died by which knife she didn't know.

During these years of offering sacrifices to the gods, the girls or boys she saw walked past the altar under the autumn sun, and were ruthlessly dragged out again.She sat on the seat and watched this scene expressionlessly. Soon a piece of fresh skin would be peeled off and hung by the altar. Finally, the wizards would take it down and write spells on it with gold pens.For some reason, every time she saw this scene, what she thought of was her own sheep that died somehow.

Is it like these people, skinned and hung in the wind?

She opened her eyes suddenly, and said softly: "Teacher, if she dies, can I keep her skin?"

However, no one answered her.

She knew that this was the acquiescence of the mage Xu, so she continued to enter the meditation.

Autumn is the time of harvest, the moon gradually fills up from a curved hook, even the moonlight seems to be full, like refined suet, flowing on the grassland at night.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods is a big festival once a year, and the elders of the Xirong tribes will bring their chosen children to participate in this grand ceremony.The child who can open the eyes of the sky can be recognized by the Golden Tent, and become a god servant, in charge of half of the Golden Tent.

The Golden Tent not only refers to the tent itself, but also represents all the land south of Xirong, as well as tens of thousands of believers, as well as huge temples and fertile river valleys, all of which belong to the Golden Tent.

Mingsha Lake is beside the Endless Cave, surrounded by groups of sand. The autumn sun shines on the sand dunes, and the lake water reflects the blue sky. It is deeply embedded in the depths of the sand dunes, like bright pearls inlaid on gold.

There are already many tents set up along the lakeshore, with family totems painted on the tents to distinguish them from each other.

Bi Shu pulled her off the horse and brought her into a tent.She had a shoulder injury, and after riding a horse for a few days, she was exhausted and sat on the blanket as if she was about to fall asleep.

Bi Shu pushed her and asked, "We've arrived at Mingsha Lake."

She probably didn't understand the meaning of it, and Bi Shu never explained it to her.There were loud noises from outside the tent, someone came to ask her to go to the main tent, before she had time to say anything, she just told the guards: "Keep an eye on her, don't let her wander around."

Where she couldn't see, the person sitting on the ground moved his wrist and hid a silver knife in his sleeve.

The author has something to say: Because I fell asleep in front of the computer while writing at night, er, er, I woke up in the middle of the night and continued to write. . .

I'm going to bed. . .