It was clearly a figurine of a lotus flower made of wooden fetus and clay, how could there be breath coming from it. But after another thought, I have come to this point. I have encountered such a group of lamas who are neither human nor ghost. What else is impossible
There was a hoarse sigh, and the owner of this voice seemed to have made this sigh after breaking through the dust of history after a thousand years.
The strong wind came, and I stood up against the wind, because I knew that I could no longer sit and wait for death.
There was a clicking sound from the top of the head, like a popping sound from bone activity, and a burst of dust aroused. I saw a huge black finger reaching towards me.
Is this a finger? This is not a finger, it is just a rough finger made of paper, paint, and a poorly skilled craftsman. But he moved, with the pungent smell of inferior paint, lifted up, dust blasted from his knuckles, and cracks continued to expand due to the changes in finger movements.
Padmasambhava stretched out a finger, and a black nail was glued on this finger with a paper shell. This nail was bigger than my whole person.
It was as if I had been subjected to a hold technique, and I stood there blankly, unable to move.
Fingers stretched out, the huge nail was against my chin, and my entire head was nothing in front of this finger. My fingers moved up slightly, and my head was forced to lift up.
I was stunned.
I was molested
If you use a panoramic view to view this picture at this time, in the canyon, under the full moon, the mist is rising, and the prayer flags are floating. Hundreds of lamas enshrine a huge Buddha statue, and the Buddha statue stretches out the finger to lift the person standing opposite to it. head.
I looked at him, Lianhuashan was still the wooden fetal clay sculpture. I couldn't see any life-related elements in his lifeless eyes, but his breath was so long.
"You—" a distant voice sounded. The place where the sound was made was obviously very close to me, but it gave people the feeling that the voice came from a far corner.
"You came-"
The deep voice resounded through the gorge, and the fog was agitated.
I was stunned for a moment, the first thought that flashed through my mind turned out to be, how does he say in Mandarin? No, you shouldn't speak Mandarin even if you speak Cantonese.
But I can't spit out this slot, "I'm here."
On the huge face of Padmasambhava, the corners of his mouth raised, it was a hideous and stiff smile. From this, piece by piece of painted painting cracked off his face, revealing the gray-black paper shell below, and the Buddha face shattered.
"Are you here to pray for Buddha?"
Obviously the sound is very loud, but when I am very close, I don't feel noisy. I just feel that the sound seems to be coming from the ground. It shook my feet and it was quite magnetic. I thought about it, and it became more absurd. Is this a dream? Is this an illusion? It seems neither.
I answered his question: "No."
"Oh?" Padmasambhava narrowed the smile on his face, and the cracked paint coating refitted to his face. At the same time he retracted the dark finger and no longer forced me to look up. "Then you are here—to see through the secret?"
"What is the secret?" I blurted out.
"The secret of heaven—" The Lotus Mountain sighed for a long time, "the secret of heaven is right in front of your eyes."
Before my eyes? Tianji is a paper shell? The words of the great emotional leader are correct. Not only is imperialism a paper tiger, but feudal superstition is also a paper shell.
"I'm not here, to see the secret." I said.
Padmasambhava’s Dharma image has completely restored the front-end sitting posture, but due to his previous actions, he has caused irreversible damage to this Dharma image. There is already a huge paper shell crumbling under the armpits, revealing the pitch black inside. Hollow.
"So -" Lianhuashan lowered his head, those hollow eyes looked at me, his voice lowered, but suddenly rose again, "You are going to guard against the sky!!??"
When these four words were uttered, I felt the anger and questioning emotions contained in them.
The tone is so big.
I couldn't resist the hurricane that followed these four words in his mouth. I stepped back a few steps and looked back. Everyone else was dumbfounded, and they were quite calm.
"Continue to deal with him." Hu Qinan continued.
"I have to fucking say something, I don't know which sentence will irritate him."
"Ask him if he brushed his teeth this morning." Li Yuanyi whispered.
I wish I could give Li Yuan a knife right now.
I stood up and took two steps forward. When did I become a tank
"What are you?" I asked.
There is really nothing to say.
"I am a secret." The huge Buddha statue said.
"What is the secret?"
"The secret is me."
"Are you a secret?" I asked.
"I must be a secret."
"The secret must be you?"
Ning Peichun kidnapped me behind, "Are you playing tongue twisters with him?"
"You care about me, you will say you do." I lowered my voice.
Padmasambhava exhaled a huge breath, "The secret of heaven—it's not me."
His secret here is not me, which means that the secret is not necessarily his.
The so-called Tianji Tianyi is one thing, and Gu Tang and I are not unfamiliar with this concept, so we know that this word is the key point and can accurately catch his appearance. People like Ning Peiping may be a little confused, and they don't know what dumb riddles they are playing.
"Is Padmasambhava you?" I asked.
"Lotus is me."
"Are you Padmasambhava?"
"I am not Padmasambhava."
The painted mottled statue of Padmasambhava still stares down at me, answering every question as soon as I exit it, and even gives me the illusion that my question is not finished yet, Padmasambhava’s voice is already answered. Sounded. There were intensive questions and answers, but I still learned something from it.
For example, although the Buddha statue in front of you is a statue of Padmasambhava, the thing that speaks is not Padmasambhava. It is the secret of heaven, that is, the will of heaven.
Although God's Will came before my eyes, it was not a complete Heaven's Will, so he was God's Will, but God's Will was not necessarily him.
The feelings of God's will is like a grieving ghost, and it can be on the human body.
"Then why are you here?" Lianhuashan asked me.
I asked Hu Qinan behind in a low voice, "I ask you, why are you here."
Hu Qinan stepped forward. Just when he wanted to speak, Lianhuashan raised a finger and pressed it on Hu Qinan's head, pressing him on the ground again, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
There was a dark feeling in my heart, Hu Qinan, you also have today.
After the little man was determined, I pretended to lift Hu Qinan up after Lotus Sheng retracted his finger. Hu Qinan looked calm and whispered in my ear: "We have come in obedience to God's will."
"I ask—" Padmasambhava interrupted as if he had heard it, "Why did you come here."
Hu Qinan and I looked at each other, this old boy couldn't handle it.
I thought for a while, if I followed what Hu Qinan told me, would I be able to get through it? Padmasambhava called himself the secret of heaven, that is, the will of heaven. The Apocalypse of the Ning family was inspired by it and wanted to make the real world represented by the heavenly secret coincide with the world in which we live.
Ning Hanqing and I, the twenty-five sons, are non-providers, that is, people who want to step into the sculpture of three swords in front of us, and I can't imagine the consequences of the so-called overlap of the real world and the world in which we live.
He asked me why I came here
I can't say that I came to burst your chrysanthemum.
People want to be honest, so I decided to follow him, but I can't say the words Hu Qinan told me. That would seem too insincere.
"I'm here to learn the Chinese characteristics of the new era represented by the ideology of heaven..."
"Enough!" Lianhuashan whispered angrily: "I am not Marxist."
"Huh?!" I was stunned, this thing not only understands the stalks, but also plays the stalks? Isn't it a variety show writing the script behind it
Padmasambhava took a deep breath and said for a long time: "Kneel down—"
Kneeling or not? There is gold under the man's knees, but when it is not dead, of course it is important to save my life. When my knees softened and I was about to kneel, there was a neat sound of kneeling in front of me.
The hundreds of lamas carrying the lotus statues knelt down.
As a result, the Buddha statue of Padmasambhava dropped a little bit. He bent down, and the harsh cracking and disintegration sounded from his back. Pieces of parts fell off. His left chest collapsed due to external force, and his left arm fell off in the afternoon and fell on the lotus seat.
The entire Buddha statue was almost destroyed, and the huge face of Padmasambhava was brought down. I raised my head and looked at his hollow eyes. He raised his surviving right hand and stretched out a finger, his voice hoarse: "This is— The first night." (End of this chapter)