"You go buy some rolls, the most expensive one, more than ten packs. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu said a word to Chu Miaozhen, who was stunned next to him, and then came to the room, fumbled in the drawer for a while, and took out a few packs of sanitary napkins.

Lin Cen Yue used the rest.

Then he ran to the small warehouse in the corner of the yard, piled up a toolbox in the yard, then found a large basin, poured water on it, threw all the tools he could use into it, and washed it again and again.

After buying the rolling paper, Zheng Shaoqiu tore open the packaging, then walked into the room with permission and lit two candles.

After the doors and windows were closed, he directly turned on the roaster, and then instructed the permit: "Bear with me, don't move yet." ”

There was an inaudible sound, the roaster flashed with dazzling light, and at the same time, the temperature in the room skyrocketed, and after a while, the three of them felt unbearable heat.

After waiting quietly for a while, Zheng Shaoqiu cautiously stretched out his hand, carefully and cautiously pulling the two ends of the black paper bag, little by little, extending in both directions.

His movements were slow, and then he switched directions and repeated the previous movements.

Ten minutes later, like peeling an onion, a wrinkled piece of paper appeared in everyone's eyes.

Subsequently, a booklet revealed the tip of the iceberg.

Zheng Shaoqiu and Xu Xu were closest to the firearm, and at this time, fine beads of sweat had appeared on their foreheads, and their backs were even wetter, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

However, neither of them dared to make the slightest movement, allowing beads of sweat to drip from their cheeks to the ground.

Seeing his cautious and cautious expression, he knew that he had caused a lot of trouble this time.

He didn't think much about it when he saw the black paper bag, thinking that it was full of garbage, so he wanted to burn it.

Zheng Shaoqiu pursed his lips, leaned down slightly, and looked at it, and saw that part of the back of the booklet had been glued to the burnt black paper packet.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

With a sigh, he continued to repeat the previous action, spreading the entire black paper wrap completely, and then pressed the four corners with clean rivets.

Looking at the layers of folds on it, Zheng Shaoqiu frowned slightly.

"I ...... I really didn't mean to. ”

There was already a trail of water under his feet, and his tone was full of guilt and self-blame.

Hearing this, Zheng Shaoqiu lit a cigarette, put it to his mouth, and then handed him another one, and said softly: "It's okay, the loss is not too big, our remedial measures are quite timely." ”

"It looks like this codex should be fine, it's just a little burnt, the corners are a little broken, and it's okay to fix it. ”

"As for this fateh...... We'll see how it goes. ”

After smoking, he took out the sanitary napkin and laid it flat on the square table.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the corners of Chu Miaozhen's mouth twitched twice, and he couldn't guess what he was going to do at all.

After Zheng Shaoqiu turned off the firer, he walked out of the room, came to the courtyard to boil a pot of boiling water, and then prepared a tin basin, washed it, and dried it with a towel.

"You have this jug of water. ”

He instructed the permit, "I'll pour it when I'll let you pour it." ”

Hearing this, Xu Xu nodded busily: "Okay, okay." ”

Zheng Shaoqiu took a deep breath, carefully picked up the black paper, and put it in the basin.

"Pour!"

When the words fell, Xu Xu was shocked, and subconsciously poured the boiling water,

At this moment, the wrinkled black paper and the pamphlet were floating in the water.

Chu Miaozhen's eyes widened, and there was a surprise on his face that could not be concealed, and he didn't understand what Zheng Shaoqiu was doing at all.

Can I still read this booklet after it has been flooded?

Isn't it all ruined?

What's going on here?

Zheng Shaoqiu's eyes stared at the situation in the tin basin, and suddenly burst out: "Stop!"

With that, he grabbed the hand of permission.

The water no longer tilts, and the white air rises.

Zheng Shaoqiu squinted his eyes slightly, his expression focused.

Time passed minute by minute, and slowly, some unexpected changes occurred in the tin basin.

The black paper and the booklet were originally glued together, but at this time, they were separated little by little.

Zheng Shaoqiu's tense face eased a little, and he took out the booklet with the tweezers prepared in advance and spread it on the sanitary napkin on the table.

At first glance, the booklet looks small, but when it is opened, it is about 90 centimeters long, and it has an ancient atmosphere, mottled and worn.

There are walnut-sized words on it, and they are a little scattered.

At the edges, there is some burnt yellow, which is obviously the mark left by the fire just now.

I have to say that the effect of sanitary napkins is beyond expectations, and the moisture on the booklet is constantly absorbed.

Zheng Shaoqiu retracted his gaze, quickly clipped the black paper, and spread it on the sanitary napkin.

Then he turned on the roaster, tore off a piece of paper, and gently covered the black paper and the booklet.

Taking advantage of this, Zheng Shaoqiu lit another cigarette, put it in his mouth, took a deep breath and slowly spit it out.

He silently estimated the time, and waited until the red dot had burned to the position of the cigarette butt, and then he removed the soaked surface of the roll and covered it with a new layer.

After repeating this cycle a dozen times, several rolls of paper were used, and the pamphlet became dry at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't until there was not the slightest water stain on the newly laid rolling paper that Zheng Shaoqiu breathed a long sigh of relief, turned the roaster to the lowest setting, and continued to bake it on the table.

After a while, Zheng Shaoqiu tentatively touched the edge of the booklet with his hand, then nodded, and then pointed the fireware at the black paper.

He lowered his head and looked at the pamphlet quietly, the corners of his mouth curled up in a vague arc.

The font on it gives a refreshing shock, it has both the style of line script and regular script, but it is different.

"Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra ......"

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. ”

"The color of the relics is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true for thinking and acting knowledge. ”

"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased......"

"Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no minds, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no ignorance, no ......"

The Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, referred to as the Heart Sutra, is one of the shortest texts and the most profound and subtle texts in Buddhism.

The full text is only 260 words, and it penetrates the paper, absorbing the essence of the 22 years of Buddha's Prajna Talk, and contains endless wisdom.

Although the font looks strong and powerful, if you look closely, there is a simple Zen, like Bodhi on the mirror.