"Why? Just because I am the god in your mouth? You should have investigated me and know myself better than me. You know, in fact, I am just a waste." I smiled bitterly.

"Because I feel that being believed by you is a very happy thing. Do you know that the little guy, the more he knows you, the more he feels sorry for you. A person who trusts whatever he says becomes a person who doesn't trust anyone, how much deception will be experienced in the middle!" Liu Qingci gently touched my face and said.

At this moment, I was suddenly moved by Liu Qingci.

"I can lie to anyone, but I won't lie to you again." She pecked my face.

I smiled and didn't say anything. After a while, Liu Qingci asked me, "Don't you really deal with that matter?"

"No. Actually, the things I have done are not as bad as you think. I do have the use of my business, but I also take good care of me very much. The relationship between people cannot be so pure." I said.

Liu Qingci nodded and said, "Okay."

——In the evening, the Tibetans of the tribe held a grand welcome dinner for us. We drank large pieces of beef and mutton in big mouthfuls. We have been very depressed recently, so we took this opportunity to relax. After the wine dissipated, Mrs. Zhuoma had already walked out of the sad atmosphere. Liu Qingci called me and asked me to lie down in the tent of Mrs. Zhuoma. In fact, I was still a little worried about contacting Liu Qingci at night. But it was Mrs. Zhuoma's call me, and I really had to go.

This time I entered the tent of Mrs. Zhuoma, and I was now full of lamas. The lamas sat in two rows. Mrs. Zhuoma sat at one end. When she saw me in, Mrs. Zhuoma said something. Then Liu Qingci said to me: "Grandma asked you to sit in the position where God should sit."

I walked over with a lot of alcohol. Although I was not drunk, my steps were a little frivolous. Finally, I walked to the side of Mrs. Zhuoma and sat down. After I sat down, Mrs. Zhuoma stood up and pressed Liu Qingci in the seat where she sat. With this change, it felt completely different. It was like me and Liu Qingci really became a couple.

"Don't move, grandma wants to find the way to the true god for us." Liu Qingci said.

"Hmm?" I asked for a moment of fright.

"Shh!" Liu Qingci cleaned me up.

I stopped talking, and I saw Mrs. Zhuoma walking to the middle of the tent and kneeling down at us. She buried her head deeply on the ground. At this moment, the lamas sitting on both sides also began to recite scriptures. I had just experienced the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere of the dinner party, so I was really a little uncomfortable with it when I suddenly became so serious. It was at this time that Liu Qingci gently grabbed my hand, and I didn't break free.

Old Mrs. Zhuoma raised her head and said that she was very old, but her eyes were very bright, not like people of her age should have. Then, in the lama's chanting, Old Mrs. Zhuoma looked at me and Liu Qingci with the doting look like she was looking at a child. Then, she suddenly stretched out her hand, and her hands had long nails left on both hands. In my stunnedness, Old Mrs. Zhuoma suddenly inserted her finger into her eyes.

I was shocked and wanted to stand up, but was pulled by Liu Qingci. I looked at her and then she realized that tears were everywhere in Liu Qingci's eyes, but she shook her head desperately with her mouth in her arms.

"What is this for?" I asked.

Liu Qingci still shook her head and told me not to move.

Then, I saw the old lady closing her eyes, a trace of blood flowing out of her eye sockets, looking very ferocious and terrifying, but the old lady had no painful expression. She pulled out a piece of pure white sheepskin from her clothes and spread it on the ground. She could only dip her fingers into her own blood. She looked like she was thinking, as if she was listening to the voice of God.

She just knelt down like this, and as the lama chanted scriptures, her blood-dipped fingers kept sliding on the pure white sheepskin. On the sheepskin, Old Lady Zhuoma seemed to be using her own blood to draw a map.

"This can be kept moving, but you have to tell me what she is doing." I said to Liu Qingci at this time.

"Only when your eyes cannot see God, you can hear God's voice. God is guiding us and guiding us to find His way." Liu Qingci said.

"Breaking nonsense! It's simply nonsense!" I said.

Of course I hope that Liu Qingci and they are all pious to God, which also represents pious to me, but I feel so sad about their ignorant piety. In fact, I have always believed that even if I am different from ordinary people, it can only be a kind of other race. So I feel incredible about the old lady's move. Can you really hear God's guidance? Isn't it an illusion of your own?

The problem is that I now clearly know that the old lady must treat the wound immediately, but I can't do it. It's not entirely because Liu Qingci was pulling me, but because my body was not under my own control. On the one hand, I don't believe in them, and on the other hand, there is another voice in my heart telling me that what they are doing is a religious ritual.

The lamas continued to recite scriptures, but the old lady drew very slowly. She almost listened for a while, and then drew a short paragraph. I looked at the pure white sheepskin. The map line drawn with the old lady's blood seemed very complicated, but it seemed quite like that.

About ten minutes later, Old Mrs. Zhuoma suddenly covered her face and screamed. The lamas' chanting scriptures became even more rapid with Old Mrs. Zhuoma's screams. The old woman struggled and spasmed on the ground for a while. She wanted to struggle to get up to draw the unfinished map, but after she knelt up, the expression on her face suddenly became no longer painful, but became comfort and relief.

Looking at her, I felt a little creepy because she seemed to have seen something, and it was even possible that the majestic god she liked was now in front of her.

She said something, and then she knelt on the ground and stopped moving. I pulled Liu Qingci's hand and asked, "What did Old Mrs. Zhuoma say?"

"She saw the True God, and she said the True God opened her arms to her, just like when she was eighteen years old." Liu Qingci said.

I opened my mouth and wanted to say that this was an old lady's illusion, but I felt that what I said was a bit too cruel. From another perspective, Old Lady Zhuoma is actually a persistent and infatuated person. Her love for the True God is no longer an ordinary saint's offering to God. Because of a dream, because of the True God's favor, perhaps in the old lady's heart, the True God is already her man.

At this time, the lamas suddenly stopped chanting scriptures and shook their heads for the lama. Liu Qingci stood up and rushed towards Old Lady Zhuoma. I also stood up quickly. Old Lady Zhuoma closed her eyes tightly and looked peaceful.

She grabbed the map from the ground and stuffed it into my hand. She said something in her mouth. Liu Qingci translated to me: "Grandma said, God told her that the road ahead does not need a map. When you pass, the place where the white dragon is is to guide you."

"Tell grandma, say thank you, we will bring her there, and I will convey her longing and love for God," said my eyes moist.

Liu Qingci translated my words to the old lady. The smile on the old lady's face became more peaceful. The old lady touched my hand, put my hand on Liu Qingci's hand, and then said something.

Liu Qingci had tears on her face, but she suddenly blushed a little at this moment.

"Grandma said that she saw our future, and we, and a child, were sitting in the sun." Liu Qingci said.

After saying this, I felt that the strength of Mrs. Zhuoma holding my hand disappeared, and the peaceful smile was frozen on Mrs. Zhuoma's face. The lamas came over and wanted to pull the old lady from Liu Qingci's hand, but Liu Qingci kept holding the old lady's body very tightly.
Chapter completed!