Of course, I was not a vegetarian. I was an orthodox Yin and Yang Tattoo descendant.
I explained to her and said these Yin and Yang Tattoos were very delicate. Buddhist Yang Tattoos, in fact, could not be tattooed on women.
After all, the Buddhist was masculine, women were feminine. Once tattooed, Yin and Yang wouldn’t adapt to each other. As time passed, a woman with a "Buddhist" Yang Tattoo, would develop a variety of problems in her body.
"Then why do you want to give me an Ananda Buddha ring?" She asked me.
I scratched my head and said, "Everything is not absolute. Although Buddhist Yang Tattoos are not fit for women, the Ananda Buddha Ring is."
She asked me to explain.
I told her that Ananda was actually a very interesting person.
In the Tibetan Buddhist "Tripitaka", there was a story about "Ananda.”
At that time, he traveled to a farm in India.
On that day, the weather was hot and Ananda was thirsty, so he found a well.
Near the well, a Sudra woman was fetching water.
Ananda said to the woman, "I wandered to here and I am very thirsty; please help me pour a bowl of water."
The Sudra woman said to Ananda respectfully, "I am humble and dare not fetch water for you, please fetch water by yourself.”
In India at that time, the hierarchy was very strict, and the position of Sudra was the lowest. She was a slave, and Ananda was a Buddhist monk, and he was very important. Therefore, the Sudra woman was afraid to fetch water for him.
Ananda put his palms together devoutly and said: “Everything is the law, regardless of the high and low. Please help pour water for me.”
The Sudra took the porcelain bowl and scooped a bowl of water for Ananda, and handed it to him.
When Ananda took over the bowl of water, he accidentally touched the hand of the Sudra, and immediately, his heart was filled with joy and love for the Sudra.
He then spent a happy period of time with the Sudra.
During this time, he was miserable and happy.
His happiness was because of love.
The pain was because he felt sorry for the Buddha. He bent his heart to the Buddha, but he committed a breach of discipline.
One day, Ananda said to Buddha Sakyamuni,"Buddha, how can I return to Buddhism?"
"Ananda, I can't help you... You fell into the love of the world. If you want to return to Buddhism, then you must stop your love and detach yourself. From then on the heart is like rock, with no feelings involved, and you can return into Buddhism. All must depend on yourself."
From then on, Ananda meditated every day, gradually left the Sudra, and eventually, Ananda felt he was like a rock, left the Sudra, and went to the western bliss.
Ananda lived in the western bliss for twenty years. One day, his disciple found him, carrying a box: “Master, someone entrusted me to bring you a box.”
He opened the box, and found a letter written by the Sudra whom he adored.
In the letter, the Sudra said to Ananda, "Master... How can you enter the temple of Buddhism? Today, I put the love for you first. Today, I understand. Perhaps if I am not here, you can give your whole heart to Buddhism. After today, I am gone."
The Sudra knew he had never forgotten her, and in order not to delay his Buddhism, she decided to settle it by herself.
Ananda saw the letter, and with tears streaming down his face, he waved his hands, and a man’s shadow emerged from his body.
The shadow of that man is "love string"; it is the love string of Ananda.
"Go. Find the Sudra; that is your destiny. It is best to stay with her." After Ananda spoke to his love string, the love string left.
When the love string left, Ananda's hand had an Ananda Buddha ring.
On it, there was a woman and Buddha's head, symbolizing love and the mighty power of Buddhism.
Because of this, the Ananda Buddha Ring is different from any other similar Buddhist tattoos. It canbe tattooed on women, and doesn’t harm a woman's feminine body.
I told the story of the "Ananda Buddha Ring" to her.
Li Muzi kept nodding and said I still had a little knowledge. She said, "In the afternoon please give me the tattoo. By the way, where will you draw the tattoo on my body?"
I said this kind of tattoo had to be done on the arm, with the "entangled" method.
Buddha Ring, Arm Dragon, Auspicious Carp... These kinds of long and narrow tattoos relied on the "entangled" method.
She was a little hesitant and said she was a university professor. Tattooing on the arm seemed a bit... Not quite right.
The arm is an obvious position. Anyone could subconsciously roll up their sleeve, especially in hot weather. A tattoo on the forearm was the most difficult to hide.
I thought about it and said to her, "Professor Li, I'd like to ask you, if you are easily angered?"
"Angry? It's not easy to get me angry." She said: “I should have a good temper.”
I had an idea.
She asked me what the idea was, and why was the tattoo related to a bad temper?
I told her that, in fact, there was a tattoo called a "Pigeon Blood" tattoo.
This kind of tattoo cannot be seen normally. Only when angry, it will appear as a red tattoo.
"Is there such a strange tattoo?"
"Yes, it existed for hundreds of years. Professor Li can try this. You have nightmares because of an imp with you. If I give you a Buddha ring tattoo, it must be useful." I said to her.
She thought for a long time and said: “How much it is?”
"Not expensive, forty thousand Yuan." I bit my teeth and held out four fingers.
She heard the price and frowned.
Although she was a professor at Minnan University and had a salary of more than two hundred thousand Yuan a year, taking out forty thousand Yuan for a Yin and Yang tattoo was quite distressful.
I secretly said: “Professor Li, this work, only I can do. Rare things are expensive. You are a knowledgeable person. Different people have different views of value.”
"OK. Forty thousand Yuan. Do it." she said.
A big rock in my heart just went down.
More money for my mother's kidney transplant.
Plus the forty thousand Yuan from Mrs. Lu, it added up to eighty thousand Yuan. I already had one-tenth of the cost for the surgery.
"OK. Let's start the tattoo now." I took out the needle, the pigeon blood pigment, and so on.
She asked me: “Are you always prepared with pigeon blood?”
"Of course. There are many people who want a tattoo, but are afraid of others knowing about it.” I said.
She nodded, and let me start the tattoo.
In fact, the Buddha ring was a very small tattoo, and it wasn't long to finish.
About an hour later, I finished the job and she transferred the money to my card.
I thanked her and ready to leave, but she asked me to sit down. She would buy me a cup of coffee.
I could only continue to sit in her office.
When she went out, I had a strong curiosity about her office.
Because she was specializing in medical science, there were many display cabinets in the office.
Inside the display cabinets there were lots of disgusting things.
Such as baby specimens, muscle tissue slices, and so on
One of the most penetrating was a human scalp.
On the scalp, there was a wrinkle. It could contract by itself, and then slowly open.
The scalp was soaked in transparent liquid, and I didn't know what the liquid was.
It was kind of weird and magical.
After a while I sat on the sofa chair in the office, waiting for her.
About fifteen minutes later, she came in with two cups of iced coffee.
"The weather is so hot, I am sorry to bother you. Have a cup of coffee." Li Muzi handed me a cup of coffee. I took the coffee, but did not drink on the spot. After a few words, I took the coffee out with me.
She did not insist on leaving with me and said that next time she would have a cup of coffee with me.
I took the coffee out of the door.
Just as I walked past her window, I suddenly wanted to pee, so I could only put the coffee cup on the windowsill and go find the toilet.
After I had found the toilet and peed, I returned to the windowsill to take the iced coffee, and at this time the window was closed and the shutters were pulled.
I thought this woman was very weird.
I was ready to go when I suddenly noticed there were cracks in the shutters. She hadn’t closed them all the way.
I was so curious that I looked inside through a crack.
What did I see?
I saw Li Muzi, holding that bizarre scalp with both hands, slowly kissing it with a smile.
A female professor who actually pulled down the curtains to kiss a scalp? I was a little sick.
However, this was not the most disgusting thing to me. She kissed the scalp more than ten times, and then suddenly opened her mouth to bite the scalp.
Damn it.
I was frightened and the coffee cup fell to the ground with a loud sound, splashing brown liquid.
I immediately squatted down to pick up the coffee cup, but just as I squatted on the ground, a face appeared to my front: “You haven't left yet?”
I looked up in a hurry, found her face was hideous, and almost fell down on my butt. This woman was just eating the scalp.