C12 Headless buddha statue

The whole village was engulfed in a nightmare. Looking out the window, I saw nothing out of the ordinary, so I fell into a deep sleep.

It was a dark space, as if someone had deliberately poured ink on it. I stood in my original spot and heard voices coming from all around me.

It was hard to know what the other person was talking about, so I focused my attention to make out that someone was calling my name.

It was a familiar female voice, and it felt like it had been there for a long time, until it called out to me, "Husband," and I realized who it was.

I called out to Zhou Ling, but all I could hear was my own echoes rippling back to my eardrums.

The darkness in front of me began to shatter, and from it floated a woman in red whose face I could not have been more familiar with.

She saw me suddenly rush over to hug me and put her head on my shoulder. The softness made me shiver like an electric shock.

I held my hands in the air, not knowing if I should hug him or just hold him like that.

She gently caressed my face and said, "Husband, I feel so bad. I have bore all the injuries you have suffered for you. Why are you still unwilling to accept me?"

I stammered, not knowing what to say. I was about to say something, but she put a long forefinger on my lips and gagged my mouth.

"I know what you want to say." Her voice suddenly changed. "If you can't accept it, then go to hell."

I immediately tried to push her away, but I felt a sharp pain in my chest and a numbness that made me want to faint.

I watched as the woman held my heart in one hand and dripped blood to the ground.

I looked incredulously at the hole in my chest that would fit into an apple, then back at her.

She licked the blood from her arm and crushed my heart with one hand.

The moment my heart exploded, I snapped out of it.

I touched my forehead and my hands were covered with sweat. Even my clothes and quilt were wet.

Outside, the sky was not yet completely white. There was only a faint light, as if the sun had just peeped out to take a look at people.

I opened my shirt and glanced at my chest. It hurt, but there was no wound.

The air outside was very fresh, and when the breeze blew across his face, the sweat evaporated with a special coolness.

There were already some people busy in the village. I stood at the door and watched the villagers passing by to greet each other. The children chased after the dogs, and the dogs chased after the children. It was a pleasant sight.

Such a life made me forget the purpose of my visit. The Taoist didn't tell me the name of his old playmate.

I suddenly slapped myself on the head, regretfully, and when it came to drinking last night at the Hundred People's Feast at the Great Temple, I had completely forgotten about it.

Uncle Li patted my shoulder and asked me how I slept last night and why I woke up so early.

I laughed and said that I had a good night's sleep, probably because I had drunk some wine and had a headache in the morning.

He took me into the house and had his wife make me a pot of hangover soup, which of course he drank more than I did last night.

During dinner, I told Uncle Li and his wife the purpose of my visit to Yuyang Village. Although they really wanted to help, Uncle Li had just come home with me yesterday, and his wife rarely went out, so she didn't know anything about the news.

I thanked them and stopped bringing up the subject. I began to talk about the usual things in twos and threes. Ah Tong was too busy eating. It seemed that he had never eaten bacon before.

So half the morning's pot of bacon went into his mouth.

After the meal, Uncle Li knew that I was still thinking about finding someone, so he gave me an idea. I could look for Master Liu, the one who knows everything in the village.

He lived at the entrance to the village. His house was very special, and in front of the door was a sign that read: "The upper class knows how to read books, the lower class knows how to cheat and capture the blind."

I knocked on the door, and it was immediately opened. The person inside was dressed in casual clothes, and he didn't look that much older than me, but he looked just like a thug.

"If you have anything to say, come find me. Come take a seat." He led me to a table and let me close the door.

I've always had a question in my heart, and that was why I let others call him Master Liu, even though he was clearly in his early twenties.

He spat out the leaf in his mouth, pointed his thumb at himself, and boasted, "My Master Liu is famous in the village for being able to handle all matters. You must be a newcomer. Go out and find out who doesn't know my name."

Later on, I found out that his real name was Liu Siguo. Because he was well-informed and people would beg him for help, everyone called him Master Liu.

I laughed, he said. Anyone who knew about such trifling matters could already be called a ancestor.

He stood up, stepped on the stool, rolled up his sleeves, and said, You don't believe me, you don't believe me.

I told him to sit down again. It was a lie, and he had to prove it to me before I could believe it.

Maybe he hadn't met anyone who doubted him in a long time. He was eager to convince me, so he told me a bunch of nonsense.

What South Village head Huang Family's pigs gave birth to six piglets, which was a species that was compatible with the Zhu Family.

Also, the eastern village head Liang's wife stole from someone. She stole from Old Wang, who was next door to the Liang family. Old Wang was almost sixty years old, but he was so lecherous …

He kept on talking about who knows how many things. If I didn't say that I believed he could do all sorts of things, I would probably know about the entire village's matters in the whole morning.

He wiped the stool and sat down again and asked me what I wanted.

"I want to ask you about a person. He's not from the village, but from outside. Do you know how much he likes to drink?"

Brother, you ask this question as if you've got a child somewhere for me to see, and then ask me who the parents of the child are.

I know that this is difficult, but there is only so much information that the Taoist gives me. His old playmates like to travel all over the place, to the small villages in the big cities, to seek wine and eat, and often change their names, so I don't know what his name is.

I gave him the money I had, and he refused to say that in the village money was worse than pork and vegetables.

However, this matter is easily resolved. When I call him Master Liu, he will help me inquire about it.

There's no other way around it. Besides finding him, I have no other matters to discuss with him. Thus, before there is any news, I will stay in Yuyang Village.

It was drizzling. The villagers on the road were running through the rain in one direction.

Something seemed to have happened in the temple.

I followed him. The entrance to the temple was surrounded by people, and the adults and children were all looking into the temple. As I passed through the crowd, I saw the largest statue of Buddha in the temple, sitting upright on the dais with one hand on his chest, with a string of buddhist beads hanging from it. But his head was gone.

The village chief only arrived after a long while. After seeing the situation, he was furious, because this temple was the faith of the entire village, and the deities worshipped within the temple were even higher.

This time, something like this actually happened. This was a blasphemy to the gods, an insult to the entire village. If they found out who did this, they would definitely receive a heavy punishment.

After the village chief had finished speaking, the summoner brought a large piece of white cloth and covered the Buddha statue.

The headless Buddha statues were really ugly, and if they were seen by the heavens, they might be blamed.

And this rain could be considered a coincidence. Some guessed that it was because the buddha's head had been lost, and the heavens were very disappointed in them, which was why it rained.

The rain got heavier and heavier and everyone dispersed. The thunder and lightning in the sky seemed to have confirmed the man's words.

The sky began to get angry, and the rain continued to fall, sooner or later harming the crops in the fields.

The village chief called on the young people of the village to go with them to the farmland and cover up the ripe crops with a white cloth.

Uncle Li and I will go together, dozens of acres of us will probably take an afternoon.

Uncle Li, who went back to get the rope, came back halfway. He didn't bring any hemp rope.

The rain hit the bamboo hat and made a loud "Pa Da" sound. It was hard to hear what he was saying.

He kept pointing in a direction, and we followed him. With him leading the way, we could see the Zhang family's fish pond from afar on the hill.

The head of the Buddha was stuck in the Zhang's fish pond, and half of his eyes were submerged in the water.