Lin Xiao asked him, "Then do you know where these monks have gone?" Rahal said without thinking, "They all went to the Kovalam Retreat Center?" "The retreat center, what kind of place is this?" Lima had never known of such a place, and was very curious. Lahal explained to him: "Legend has it that the small village deep in the coconut groves on the southernmost coastline of Kerala is a sacred place where many people come every year to retreat and seek liberation from life and to find a way to communicate with the universe. Today, it is a famous spiritual center. ”

Lin Xiao's mind flashed: "There must be many high-ranking people in this place?" Rahal shook his head: "I don't know, there are also some people who have taken my car there, and I have also pulled some guests from there, but I really don't see what they are clever." It's just that I don't like to talk, and if this can be considered high, then I won't be able to cultivate it in my life. The three of them were amused by him, and Haman asked him, "Then do you think the three of us can cultivate?"

Rahar glanced at him, but did not dare to speak, and Lima said to Haman, "You don't need to ask, you can't do it." Haman replied, "Don't talk about me, it's even more difficult for you to cultivate." Rahal glanced back at Lin Xiao and said, "I think he's a bit like him, and he doesn't like to talk." Haman turned to Lin Xiao and said, "If I knew you had this ability, we wouldn't have had to run so far." Lin Xiao said, "Don't be kidding, according to that, the dumb person is even more powerful, and there is no need to repair it." ”

After gossiping, Haman discussed with Lin Xiao and Lima, "Since there are no more monks in the temple, let's go to the Kovalam Retreat Center." The car turned south and drove all the way to the sea.

Nestled deep in the coconut groves of Kerala's southernmost coastline, Kovalam Retreat is home to ancient thatched huts nestled in the shade of coconut groves on the cliffside of the sea, facing the blue waters of the Indian Ocean. It is a quiet and leisurely place, where everyone who comes can enjoy the purest form of nature, let go of all distractions, open their hearts, and merge with the sea, the sky, the stars, and the sun.

When I came here, it was almost dusk, and the setting sun was dragging a long reflection on the sea, slowly sinking in the west. The sea rises and falls, making a "whooshing" sound, as if bidding farewell to the sunset, and making people's hearts feel calm.

After parking the car, the four of them walked over and into the village, where the humming sound of chanting could be heard in every house, echoing the sound of the tide. They knocked on a room, and inside there was an old woman with pale hair meditating and chanting, her eyes closed, holding a rosary in her hand, and her heart was not distracted. They did not dare to disturb and stood outside the door waiting, and the old lady seemed to sense that there was someone outside the door, stopped chanting, turned her head, and when she saw them, she stood up, came over and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Rahal replied, "They are looking for the high monks of the temple." The old lady looked kindly and said softly, "Are you looking for Venerable Vimo?" "Who is Venerable Vimo?" Haman asked, and Rahar said repeatedly, "Yes, he is looking for Venerable Vimo." He turned back and whispered to Haman, "Vimo is the presiding officer of the temple." The old lady gave Harman a strange look and said, "Then I'll take you there." She turned around and closed the door and walked outside, four men following her.

The old lady walked along the road in front of the door, and the houses on both sides were not very neat, but they were scattered, and a little light came through the windows, and the sound of chanting came from each room, high or low. They walked all the way to the depths of the village, where on the edge of a small square was a circular house, much larger than the others, and the sound of chanting could be heard far away.

When she came to the door, the old lady stopped and said, "Master Vimo is inside, and it depends on your fate whether you can see it or not." With that, he turned and left, still walking briskly. "What do you mean by that?" Lima felt that the old lady was full of questions. Lin Xiao stretched out his hand to push the door and said, "No matter what she says, let's go in and have a look." The four of them went in, and it was a hall full of people, all kinds of people, old people, children, men, women, ordinary clothes, jewels, all sitting there, meditating and chanting, not squinting, concentrating on one thought.

There was a person sitting in front of him, with silver hair, a ruddy complexion, and a peaceful expression, probably Master Vimo. The four of them quietly sat down in the back, and Lin Xiao listened intently to the sound of chanting in a subdued voice, feeling peaceful, without a trace of delusion, drowning in the buzzing waves.

It was already dark outside, and the mage in front stopped first, and gradually, the people below also stopped, and the venue was silent, and only a slight breathing sound could be heard. Some people stood up and left, and the crowd gradually dispersed. The four Haman men walked over to the mage and bowed to him.

The mage opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and said to them, "You are here?" As if he knew them and waited here, Haman felt that the monk should be like this, and he said respectfully, "Dare to ask the master if he is Venerable Vima?" The old man shook his head and said, "I'm not, Master Vimo is not here today. Haman was disappointed, and the old man seemed to know what he was thinking, and smiled and said, "But he knows that you are coming today, and he wants me to wait here." Haman's eyes lit up, "Really, what else did he say?"

The old man stared at him and said, "He said you were here to make trouble for him, but he was willing to solve the problem. "And where shall we see him?" Haman heard this, and his heart was reassured. The old man shook his head: "This, I can't say for sure, you just wait here." ”

Haman was helpless, and discussed with Lin Xiao and Lima, there was no better way, this Vimo mage was really a divine dragon, and he could predict that they would come to him, but he hid and disappeared, I don't know what the reason is, but since he is a master, he always has a reason to do things. If you want someone to help, you naturally have to wait until it's convenient for others, so let's stay first.

The old man is a disciple of Venerable Vima, not a monk, but a layman who practices at home, named Garava, who has been chanting and meditating at home for many years, and when his wife passed away a few years ago, he followed Vimo and concentrated on cultivation. The old man of Galava arranged a lodging for the four Hamans, and ordered them to be cooked something to eat, and went out, telling them not to move around as he pleased.

The four of them lived in two rooms, and Rahal was afraid of Haman's evil spirit, so he didn't dare to live with him, he liked Lin Xiao, and he had to share a room with him, so Lima lived with Haman. The two rooms were not far from each other, and when they were about to break up, Lima squeezed his eyes at Lin Xiao and whispered, "Be careful, he has taken a fancy to you." Lin Xiao kicked him in the ass: "Fart." Lima laughed.