After jogging for a while, Zhao Youliang saw that it was almost time and Uncle Liu should be up, so he headed towards the breakfast stall.
As usual, I took a steamed bun and headed straight for the coffin shop.
He was genuinely worried about Old Liu, wondering why he had suddenly gotten injured yesterday.
When he arrived at the coffin shop, he found the door open and Old Liu sitting inside smiling at him, which put his mind at ease.
"Uncle, I'm so glad you're alright!"
"It's nothing, what could possibly happen to Uncle?" Old Liu said as he returned the prayer wheel to Zhao Youliang.
"Quantum, you're a really good kid, no wonder you're..."
At this point, Old Liu suddenly stopped, because he realized that he had almost said something he shouldn't have, committing a major taboo.
So he quickly changed his tune: "Quantum, do you know the intricacies of prayer wheels?"
How could Zhao Youliang know anything about Tantric ritual implements? Let alone Tantric Buddhism, he couldn't even understand the treasures he possessed.
Therefore, he immediately shook his head: "Uncle, no one else has taught me anything except you."
"Only the young man from the Huang family taught me a little bit of the incantation to summon a spirit."
"Oh, and by the way, I always have the same dream..."
Old Liu didn't seem surprised after hearing Zhao Youliang's story.
Even when he heard that the cute little monk had turned into a masked adult and was teaching him swordsmanship, he wasn't surprised.
After listening, he took out a wooden sword from his bag and gave it to Zhao Youliang, telling him to cultivate diligently.
Especially the "little monk becomes an adult" story, which teaches him the "selflessness" technique.
Zhao Youliang nodded to indicate that he had remembered, and then asked a question.
"Uncle, you haven't mentioned the prayer wheel yet. It's such a wonderful treasure!"
Prayer wheels, also known as prayer cylinders, are believed in Tibetan Buddhism to be a means of expressing devotion to the Buddha and thus escaping the cycle of reincarnation.
Therefore, in addition to reciting the mantra, people also made prayer wheels, put the scroll of the "Six-Syllable Mantra" inside the prayer wheel, and turned it by hand.
Each rotation is equivalent to reciting the scripture once, representing the repeated recitation of the "Six-Syllable Mantra" hundreds or thousands of times.
In addition, some people used water power and lamp heat to make water-powered mani cylinders and lamp-powered mani cylinders to recite the "Six-Syllable Mantra" on behalf of others.
Therefore, it can be seen that the more times a prayer wheel is turned and the higher the spiritual attainment of the holder, the greater the power of the blessing bestowed upon this ritual object.
According to Old Liu's observation, the prayer wheel in Zhao Youliang's hand must be at least nearly a thousand years old.
Furthermore, each of its holders was a high-ranking monk of the Tantric school.
With such a long period of blessing, even an ordinary object would become a treasure, let alone this prayer wheel, which is not an ordinary object.
After listening to Old Liu's explanation, Zhao Youliang finally understood the value of this treasure.
At the same time, I understood why the fat monk and the "devil muscle man" were so determined to take it back.
"Uncle, why did that master give me such a wonderful treasure back then?"
“I didn’t know him at all before, let alone had any relationship with him.”
Old Liu obviously had no answer to Zhao Youliang's question.
He's not a god, how could he possibly calculate all the causes and effects in the human world?
He simply instructed Zhao Youliang to cherish the prayer wheel and the human skin flower drum, and advised him that the treasures themselves were neither good nor evil; the key was the person who used them.
Zhao Youliang said he would definitely remember it, but did not reveal that he was going to "duel" with the lama.
When Uncle Liu came, he said that he would not get involved in outside affairs, so it would be pointless for him to say anything.
Zhao Youliang couldn't very well call the Grand Lama into the coffin shop for a duel, could he?
In addition, Zhao Youliang had a vague feeling that the reason why Uncle Liu was suddenly injured that day was related to his help in driving away those three evil spirits.
This is what is known as breaking the law of cause and effect.
Given this, Zhao Youliang would be even less likely to cause trouble for Uncle Liu because of his own affairs.
After chatting for a while, Old Liu began to "lecture" Zhao Youliang.
An old man and a young boy, one teaching in detail and the other learning diligently, made time fly by.
Looking up at the clock on the wall, and seeing that two hours had passed, Old Liu sent Zhao Youliang back.
As the saying goes: Cultivation is about getting things done, so naturally, "cultivation" and "practice" must be integrated.
Blindly "reinventing the wheel" will not help you improve your skills.
Back at his paper-making shop, Zhao Youliang decided to skip a meal since he wasn't hungry.
So they brought out the rattan chair and lay down in a row with the big yellow dog to sun-dry the eggs.
Unfortunately, I hadn't been lying down for long when I was woken up by a loud wailing.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a middle-aged couple carrying a baby running towards me.
Bringing a child to the paper-making shop, what are they planning to do?
You can't just buy a paper doll for your child to play with, can you...?
While lost in thought, Zhao Youliang got up to greet the person, because he recognized him—a resident of the small town on the street ahead.
However, the couple were reclusive and rarely interacted with others, not even visiting their neighbors for weddings or funerals.
I really don't know why she came to see me with her child today.
Just as Zhao Youliang was wondering, the middle-aged woman, known as Sister Li, began to speak through tears.
"Quantum, please save my child!"
"He...he seems to be dying!"
Hearing what Li Sao said, Zhao Youliang was even more puzzled: What's wrong? Is the child sick?
You should go to the hospital when you're sick, why are you trying to save yourself?!
Despite his doubts, Zhao Youliang instinctively looked at the child and was immediately shocked by what he saw!
The baby, who should have had a rosy complexion, now had a dark bluish-green face.
Even his breathing was barely perceptible, as if it might stop at any moment.
Is he possessed by an evil spirit?
While pondering to himself, Zhao Youliang silently prayed for divine possession.
The reason there's no need to chant incantations is because the signal is incredibly strong right near our own shrine.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Youliang felt a cool sensation all over his body, naturally due to the prisoner's possession as the "Master of Qingfeng".
"Quantum, this child has lost his soul."
"If we hadn't found it soon, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to hold on for more than a few days."
Upon hearing that the prisoner's judgment was the same as his own, Zhao Youliang told the middle-aged couple the "answer".
After hearing this, the two immediately knelt down before Zhao Youliang, begging him to save their child.
While pleading, he recounted what had happened and why he had come to find Zhao Youliang.
It turns out the child had been like this for more than three days, during which time he had been receiving treatment at the hospital.
When they found that their condition was not improving, the elders in the family suggested that the middle-aged couple find a skilled shamanic practitioner to take a look.
They visited several shrines, and the shrines there could all tell that the child's soul was missing, but unfortunately, they couldn't bring the soul back.
In desperation, the couple suddenly remembered the lama who had performed a ritual for the town a few days earlier...
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