There was a shouting on the river bank. A small boat with a thin leaf on the top of the monks' heads, facing upwards and downwards appeared from the dense team of monks. Soon, the thin boat entered the water on the floating bridge built by the Buddha statue on the shore, and compared with the monk soldiers like ants around them, they seemed a little single.

There is still a long distance between the floating bridge and the big loach boat. How to pass through the vortex area of ​​hidden crisis next to the big loach boat has now become the main problem. A few people on the shore were pushed out of their bodies, with a timid figure. Some timid even knelt on the gravel beach at their feet, with a look of pleading on their faces. The big loach took a stick handed over by another monk behind them, but there was a thumb-sized mud ball on the bamboo stick heads inside the stick, as if they were trying to hide some of the words engraved on the head. This special stick was placed on a flat round stone. Those monks who had originally shrank their heads like quails were held on their necks with knives, and they stretched out their hands and kept pulling out one from it.

The monks who drew the mud sticks couldn't wait to smash the mud heads one by one. The moment the truth fell into their eyes, some jumped up with joy, while others wilted like a withered flower, bursting into tears without restraint.

"I remember those monks were a bit like the guys who took the lead in running away when the Buddha statue was about to fall down. What are these monks doing?" Liang Hongying grabbed one of Wu Yonglin's arms and asked curiously.

"They are drawing a life-and-death lottery and decide on the ferryman of Ye Bianzhou." Wu Yonglin answered quite confidently.

Everyone in the Big Loach Boat rushed from the cabin to the bow of the boat. At this moment, the toxic sun on the river surface was so irritating that people could not open their eyes at all. The air around was steaming and erratic. A heat wave like a stream of fire made everyone standing on the Big Loach Boat hurt. Huang Miaohao, who used the only oil paper umbrella on the boat, and Liang Hongying was not much better. Their little faces were like two completely ripe apples, bright red. The rolling heat wave kept hitting the position where everyone was standing, and the unstoppable sweat came out of the men, and a wet shirt on their bodies was very

It was almost wet and drizzling, as if these people had just been lifted up from the water. Huang Miaohao and Liang Hongying's nose were covered with thin oil beads. Liang Hongying held a banana fan and shook it around. The frequency was getting faster and faster, and the effect seemed not ideal. Finally, she had to wipe the sweat slowly oozing out of her temples with a scented towel. Huang Miaohao was relatively better. She was as cold as a stone sculpture, and the flames could not melt the ice in her heart. The surroundings were getting hotter and hotter, and the air felt like it was about to catch fire, but this still did not stop everyone from watching the ferry monks in the distance.

The wooden boat dragged a very long thick rope at the stern of the boat. The monks on the shore were sent forward with bamboo poles, and rushed down from the upstream not far from the big loach boat against a wave. The ferry monks were a little nervous before. After the hull gradually stabilized, their uneasy emotions gradually dissipated. As their boats got closer and closer to the big loach boat, both the monks on the shore and the boatman on the big loach boat were shouting earth-shakingly.

dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong

The dense drum beats gave these warriors who dared to set out in an expedition a higher praise and praise.

A crow suddenly flew up from the water and headed towards the big loach fish boat.

"If there is no disaster, there will be disaster." Huang Miaohao said expressionlessly.

Huang Xianzhi threw the drumsticks and stared at the crow.

Liang Hongying raised an empty bottle and jumped up and nailed it to the crow. "Kill you, the black monster!" The bottle fell on the stone and broke.

The old boatman picked up another broken bowl and nailed it. "Bastard! Get out of here!" The bowl fell on the stone and broke.

The crows circled around the heads of the crowd.

The old boatman's face turned red and pointed at the crow. "Do you think you can scare people? Ah? Do you think I will die here because of it? Ah? I didn't die in the fallen Mianzhou and didn't starve to death in Chengdu. Do I die on these strange rocks? Bah!" He coughed hard and spitted it at the crow.

"Fuck it!" Huang Xianzhi jumped at the crow. "You can't scare me! You can wait and see! I want to make the whole world turn upside down and give you some color!"

The originally stable boat was whirling as soon as it rushed to the whirlpool outside the big loach boat. No matter the monks used all their strength to row the boat, the boat not only turned around but became faster and faster, like a small gyro that was buzzing and buzzing, with an invisible whip whipping it. The monks on the boat shouted, vomited, cried, and finally panicked. Everything around them solidified, and everyone didn't dare to let out a moment, their eyes wide open. Liang Hongying seemed to have some ominous premonition in his heart, and directly covered his sight with a banana fan. Wu Yonglin hugged her with one hand and covered her eyes with another free hand.

There was white foam rising around the vortex. The white foam splashed and flipped up, and a white wall was rolled up to separate the big loach boat from the spinning boat.

The white wall collapsed. The boat cracked like a watermelon falling on a stone, shaking all the people on the boat into the water. Before that, the thick rope originally dragged from the tail of the boat was thrown towards the big loach boat. From that moment on, the big loach boat on the isolated island finally had contact with the monks on the shore.

Another big wave was pouring.

The waves passed, the people in the water disappeared, the boat fell and disappeared.

There was no sound around.

The water swayed away, and the sun swayed away.

A rope exchanged for several lives was tightened and pulled into a straight line. The whistling wind and the scorching heat waves on the river have not changed its character and integrity.

The boatman on the big loach boat and the monks on the shore were sitting in a unified movement. They set up a table on each other on the other side, with incense and candles on it. The monks on the shore were from somewhere to pull a fat pig with their butts. After a lot of noise, several monks instantly put it down and worked together to lift the fat pig from the ground. With a shout, they placed it on a stone table with a large hole. The table was three or four feet high from the ground, and the table top was in a shallow V-shaped shape. The fat pig was placed on one side, and its neck was just nestled at the incision, and its four feet were tied up. It was difficult for the fat pig to turn over, and of course it would not be possible to run around.

However, the fat pigs that had obviously predicted what would be born, not only shouted loudly, but also caused the fat pigs that were surrounded by a place not far away in the crowd to roar together. As the pig numbers continued, a monk suddenly raised his voice and walked slowly in. He held a sharp knife in his hand, and the short butcher shouted: "Did the woman under your belly call like that yesterday?"

The short butcher raised the sharp knife in his hand to make a gesture of stabbing people. The group immediately smiled and some people held their stomachs and shouted at her mother.

With such negligence, the fat pig who kept making tragic calls and struggled hard almost turned over and rolled off the stage. The monks hurriedly pressed the fat pig. Fortunately, the slope of the V-shaped incision was more intense than that of the platform, and it was ready for a while.

The short butcher then walked forward, held the pig's mouth with his left hand, lifted the entire pig's head upward, revealing its throat, and did not see how he raised his right hand. A narrow and sharp knife more than one foot long had been cut into the throat. As the fat pig pulled the tragic sound of gaining and losing height, the knife edge was dragged downward and cut more than two inches long.

This is the glorious moment for the short butcher. It was his energy that had been brewing for a long time. When the blade penetrated into the flesh and blood vessels, and the moment the blade was about to be pulled away, the blood had not yet gushed out, and a warm and scented breath would first pounce on the hand holding the knife. When this warm breath came gently, there was no need to see blood. The short butcher already knew that he seemed to have succeeded again.

But today, as the monk teased at the beginning, a woman who kept screaming in bed last night made him truly realize the indulgence and happiness that he had never experienced during the night. A continuous thrilling harassed the belly. In addition, he never slept for much time at night, the short butcher always felt his veins weak and his hand raised his knife showed hesitation. The short butcher knew very well that his sword would not only determine the death fate of the piglet, but also the position of the sword, the depth, and all of this was related to the physical value of the piglet's body - the piglet with blood on the head, the flesh was pink and red, and it was very easy to be considered as a piglet who was slaughtered after death, which was a taboo in buying and selling pork.

The sun gradually sets westward, reflecting a bright red color in the distance. The heat is very dry and hot, and the sky is clear during the day. At this time, there is no way to gather clouds from where to gather at the junction of the sea and sky. It is gray and gray. As soon as the red sun sinks, the whole piece suddenly turns into golden red and turns into colorful colors. Suddenly, there is a lion beast with only hair, and a red lotus with many petals falling. No matter what shape it turns into, everything is brilliant and brilliant.

As soon as the short butcher left his hand holding the knife, he looked to the side with the piglet's head lying flat, and he turned to the side, so there was a blood column as thick as a small bowl. It was not high, only seven or eight inches high, but the amount of blood was extremely large, and bubbles were pouring out. Until a large amount of blood flowed out, after a minute or two, the struggle and shouting had become very weak. The monk who was helping the worker pulled the piglet from the platform and pushed it to the ground. The piglet was lying on the ground, twitching, and blood also overflowed from the gap in his throat, dyeing scarlet around.

A smog column rose around, and a giant pot was then placed above the lit dry firewood stove. The water injected into the giant pot was quickly boiled by the fire and the sun in the sky, simmering, but the water vapor was invisible.

The monks who helped the workers rushed forward and dragged the fat pig that had been bleeding to a huge wooden basin that had been prepared. The cold water that had just been pumped from a clear puddle washed the whole body of the fat pig from top to bottom. Then the monks who helped the workers worked together to lift it into the boiling water of the wooden basin to remove the hair. The firewood of the stone stove continued to fire, and the hot water in the giant pot was continuously drawn out, and cold water was added. After the hair of the fat pig was shaved, the hind legs were locked in an iron ring on the wooden stake next to the floating bridge, and they were hung upside down to wait for him to open the cauldron.

In order to verify whether the knife was successful, the short butcher walked forward and raised the knife in his hand and slammed into the piglet's chest. He cut it down with a knife. Suddenly, the fat pig's belly opened and there was no blood, but the gray-white belly and intestines were rushing out. The monks who were originally helping came up and quickly took out a whole set of internal organs and intestines, and then took off the upside-down piglet. At this time, thick red blood oozed out of the piglet's mouth and throat.

The next job was very easy. The monk who helped the work cut off a pig's head with a sharp big pig's knife along the neck bone with a few cuts.

According to local customs, worship is usually in the afternoon, and it is best to cook three animals. When all this is ready, the pig head on the table accounts for half of the table, and various vegetables and fruits are placed next to it. The big bear man took the lead and lit the incense piously, stood in front of the table, facing the river, and bowed carefully three times, murmured to the whispers of asking the lonely ghost to have a good meal, then inserted three incense sticks on the three animals, and then started to burn yellow paper with the candlelight of the big red candle that was swaying on the table. For a moment, the burning dark paper was blown by the river wind, and the thin paper ash flashed in an instant when it flew up, and after falling, it turned into black paper ash.

A group of neatly dressed monks sat cross-legged on a slightly flat, wide field on the river surface, knocked on the wooden fish in their hands, and plucked the rosary in their hands, chanting scriptures for the monks who had just died in the river. They looked extremely solemn and meticulous.

A similar ceremony was also held on the boat of the big loach fish, but the three pigs were replaced by a live chicken whose throat had just been caught from the bamboo cage and cut by a sharp knife. At this time, the chickens thrown on the table had stopped struggling, but there was still a trace of blood in the throat, sliding down one side of the table, and finally dripping on the deck. When the fire was shining, they quickly turned black and brown. The boatmen on the side threw the prepared paper money into the vortex on the river, hoping that the deceased would soon be blissful.

The actions of Wu Yonglin and his group on the Big Loach Boat quickly gained the unanimous favor of the monks on the shore. The eyes of the big man Xiong Fu, who was standing by the river, also softened. He ordered the monks to prepare for the next rescue from the Big Loach Boat to the shore.

After the thick rope was repeatedly tied on the mast, the iron ring, which was the same number as the number of people on the boat, slid down from the top of the slashed line, and a hemp rope as thick as a thumb was pulled below the iron ring. Then the fixing point of the thick rope on the mast moved from low to high, and the shore at the other end of the thick rope fell from high to low. The boatmen hung their bodies under the iron ring and stood on tiptoe and tried repeatedly. After confirming that the thick rope could bear their weight, this special sliding flight began.

The boatmen went to the other side safely through thick ropes. Whether it was monks or newborn boatmen, their faces showed an unconcealed joy.

"Teacher, this boat?"

"Just buy a lesson. People are better than anything else. Only when people live can they have hope. Only when people live can they make a comeback. The people on the boat are our lives. After that, it will be just a tool. Let's leave here together."

Wu Yonglin took the lead, Liang Hongying, Huang Miaohao, and Huang Xianzhi followed closely, flying towards the shore like a flying bird. As the big loach boat became smaller and smaller, a bubble of tears filled with Huang Xianzhi's eyes sprinkled onto the river along his cheeks and the wind. He had no answer in his first helmsman's journey, whether it was successful or failed. ()
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