I don't know where he is going to take himself, but just follow him quietly. There is no fear, no doubts, and no thinking during this period, as if he is my soul lamp, guiding me.
He is as big as the world is.
I don’t know how long it took. We came to a villa area. He grabbed my arm and jumped from outside the wall courtyard into the wall courtyard. In front of him were a few willow trees and an artificial lake.
At this time the moon came out of the clouds, sparkling on the water.
We walked along the shore one after another, and when we were about to embark on a spacious path, a figure flashed out from behind a big tree, blocking us in front.
The other party was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and traveling shoes, with a big bald head. Under the reflection of the moonlight, he could still see three ring scars on his bare head.
It turned out to be a monk!
Many people’s first impression of a monk is monk clothes, bald heads, and scars. But most people don't know that burning ring scars is only a phenomenon unique to Chinese Buddhism, and the ring scars of monks are a status symbol. Simply put, the more ring scars, the higher the monk's status in the monastery or temple.
The number of scars is generally one, two, three, six, nine, or twelve. The twelve o'clock indicates the highest "Bodhisattva vow" in the precepts. Generally speaking, most of the older monks in the temple can have five or six ring scars, while the abbots of important temples such as Shaolin Temple have eight or nine ring scars, which belong to "high-ranking monks" and "special monks". The tenth ring scar is not something that ordinary bhikkhus can have. It is said that there are no more than five "chief monks" who have ten ring scars in China, except for Master Bodhidharma and Sixth Master Zen.
However, the monk's hot ring scar has been abolished by national law in 1983. The government believes that the practice of ironing monks' ring scars is not the original Buddhist ritual system. Because it is harmful to health, it must be abolished.
As everyone knows, the abbot of Shaolin Temple in Henan now has no scars on his head.
Of course, the government only abolished, not prohibited. This means that it is okay to burn, but monasteries and temples cannot force monks to burn the scar.
The monk in front of him has three scars and is wearing fashionable casual clothes, indicating that the other party may not be a true Buddhist cultivator now.
The monk stopped in front of us, and the two sides were deadlocked.
After a while, he suddenly laughed and said, "Yes, yes, there really is an exquisite heart!"
It's another person who came for the exquisite heart of Qiqiao!
"I" took two steps forward and said, "Get out of the way!"
The "I" tone was full of anger, and his voice was not exactly the same as mine.
The monk smiled and said, "It's okay to get out, unless you can knock me down."
Then, the monk waved his hands and turned into the posture of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin. He stretched out seven or eight palms out of thin air, and patted the person in front of him.
"I" directly raised his hand to receive the palm of the other person, and after a few "bangs", "I" couldn't help but backed up a few steps and stood firm.
The monk didn’t attack, but smiled and said, “You damned devil, you have two things.” He glanced at me and said, “But since you are taking someone else’s body, what are you doing with him? What's the magical effect? Fang Shuo said, as long as you catch you, you will give me half a million. He doesn't know what he said about you, the package does not include your body."
"roll!"
"I" shouted angrily and rushed over again. This time the two sides played with all their strength. I saw the two figures moving from left to right, up and down, and I couldn't tell which one of them had the upper hand. .
About five or six minutes later, the monk shouted: "Damn, you still have a hand! But don't be proud, I can take you down immediately, if you know you, stop your hands and leave this leather bag to me. , And then I’m looking for a new host, I promise you won’t be embarrassed, but if you don’t realize it, I will shoot you out of your soul with one palm!"
boom!
There was a muffled air, the two figures separated, and the monk staggered back a few steps, while "I" fell directly on the ground and began to vomit blood.
The monk gasped and laughed, and said: "How about, know that I'm great monk Liu, right? What's the matter? Can you still fight?"
"I" lay on the ground, wiped the blood from my mouth with my sleeve, and ignored the other person.
Monk Liu continued: "Since you don't fight anymore, then follow me!"
While speaking, he drew a rope from his waist and strode over. "I" wanted to fight hard, but was restrained by Monk Liu Da. Then he tied the backhand with swift hands and feet, and carried it on his shoulders like a sack. on.
He looked up at me and asked: "
Brother, are you going to walk with us honestly, or let me tie you up? "
I couldn't speak, I just nodded.
Monk Liu laughed immediately and said, "If you still know the current affairs, then go."
Monk Liu was carrying my body, over the wall and out of the villa area, I continued to follow. Monk Liu was walking, and looking back at me, as if he was afraid that I would run away.
People will die, and ghosts will die. The place where Monk Liu Da was going to take us must be very dangerous. Naturally, it was too bad for me to follow, but I really couldn't bear to leave my body.
Because there is an obsession in my heart, I don't want to die, I want to return to my physical body, and I want to continue to live.
Following Monk Liu, we hurried along all the way, and soon we returned to the river. My physical body, I don't know what method Liu Da used, or fainted due to injury, and motionless, like a corpse.
After walking for a while, we boarded a broken sand-scouring boat that was parked by the river. Liu Brainstorm threw my body into the dark cabin. After I walked in, he immediately posted it on the door. A yellow paper sign.
That paper talisman made me feel awe and fear from the bottom of my heart, and I didn't even dare to look directly at it with my eyes.
About five or six minutes later, the sand-scooting boat "dududu" started.
I squatted next to my body, touched my body’s face, and touched my arms and legs. I started to figure out how to get back into my body, but after trying for a long time, I couldn’t find any way.
Just when I was so anxious to scratch my heart and liver, my body moved, and then slowly opened my eyes. His eyes were bright and bright in the dark cabin, like shining stars in the night. .
He opened his eyes and sat up and looked at me blankly. I also looked at him silently. After a stalemate for about ten seconds, he said, "I won't let you die. Don't worry."
I wanted to speak, but I opened my mouth for a long time, only to find that I lost the ability to speak.
Seeing my expression, he frowned first, then quickly stretched out, and breathed out at me. The breath was so cold that it was blowing out of the corpse cabinet.
I was clever, and then an unprecedented sense of relief instantly spread all over my body.
He said: "Now. You can talk."
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