I walked out of the classroom and out of the school gate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info followed the sound of chanting, followed the guidance of the darkness, and the destination was getting closer and closer. Just because you don't see a ghost doesn't mean you don't encounter a monster. And now, I'm surrounded by monsters.

On the roof, in the corners of the room, in the buckets, and even inside the walls, there have always been many strange things in this world. Could it be that the one who is chanting is a monster? Could it be that he is disturbing my mind and confusing my mind, and that it is all illusion?

But it doesn't matter anymore, it's a world full of monsters, and only the sound of scriptures calms me down. If even this is a youkai, then I accept my fate and die in great joy is undoubtedly a relief.

Looking back, the monster's form was revealed. Where are those seniors, and what are the brothers and sisters who have transferred to the school doing?

A small corner, two dirty monks. The old monk's face seemed to have been plowed, and the wrinkles were like deep ditches. The skin is bronzed, including the face and the crown of the head. This reminds me of the golden people who often appear in film and television works. The little monk is still a child, with red lips and white teeth, although his body is not very clean, but he still makes people feel cute.

As I approached, the little monk stopped chanting and looked at me with his head bowed slightly. And the old monk was still chanting. The scriptures were very short, and he read them quickly, so I listened to them for a long time and could only hear the repetitions.

"Namor Sammanta, Mudanan, Apollati, Hodosha......"

This scripture doesn't seem to be unfamiliar, and I seem to do too. But I can't remember when I came into contact with it.

The old monk finally stopped repeating, whispered four lines similar to a poem, and stopped. I only heard the phrase "this merit" clearly, and there is merit in reciting sutras, is it too simple to practice?

"The little monk recites the scriptures, with a mouth but no heart. To be beaten. I laughed.

The old monk smiled slightly, and the wrinkles were huddled together like a lotus flower about to give birth to a lotus flower. "The little monk was hindered in reciting the scriptures, thinking about the meaning of the scriptures, counting the number of times he recited the scriptures, and his mind was too heavy. Even the old monk does not have the realm of 'mouth and heart'. ”

I leaned my back against the wall and said, "So you have a heart, you lured me over." ”

"The big fat man is really unreasonable! Master and I have been entrusted by others to recite the mantra for you to eliminate disasters and return this attitude. The little monk pouted.

"I really have to thank you, but the way is different. After receiving your favor, it will be difficult to fight in the future. I laughed.

"My heart seekers the door, and I am separated from you by the wall. And look at your attire, I'm afraid that there will still be a grudge. "Both of them are monks, but they are very different from what I usually use. Although it is dirty and you can't see the primary color, you can still find a lot of things, such as the shape, the monk's robe is complete and not draped diagonally, which is obviously not a serious number.

The old monk folded his hands and smiled without saying a word. The little monk was still childish and seemed to be sulking.

After a long time, the old monk said, "You can't know the law, you can't know the monk, you can't know the clothes." As he spoke, the monk's robe bulged up, as if the wind was blowing, although the stain did not disappear, but at this moment it was a little dazzling, and even in a trance, you could see the true color of blue or purple.

I blinked a few times, unsure if I had seen it. "Are you your own?"

The monk sighed slightly. "It's hard to continue the Dharma lineage!" Then he pointed his hand and said to me, "This body is a Buddha!"

I was taken aback. "Don't talk nonsense, it kills. ”

"Strange, these things you should know. The old monk frowned slightly.

"What do I know?"

"Dong Mi, or Tang Mi!"

God, I really know. That old god stick once used Dongmi's "sound secret" supernatural power. He knew very well about it, but he just wouldn't say it. I had mentioned it to me, but I didn't understand anything at the time. This back and forth will be directly delayed. It is not the cultivation that is delayed, but a kind of literacy.

Many people think they are patriotic, and they look like they are sacrificing their lives for the country at any time on the Internet. In fact, there are few such people who are truly patriotic, and most of them are spies, traitors, and poor worms who have been fooled. A talented man who thinks he is a patriot is actually tantamount to a short-sighted traitor.

As for those believers, they are even more pitiful. I sympathize with believers, and even more sympathize with their God. It's a pity that both gods and humans can't help themselves.

I'm more or less rational than the average person, but I'm also a little bit rational at the same time. Although it is not yet to the point of being presumptuous, the harm has already been revealed. I thought I could stand on a standpoint, maintain and improve it. In fact, it's just self-deception. The so-called position is no different from the assumption, because I don't know much about it, and even the views I oppose are not very well understood. Agree because I want to agree, and oppose because I want to oppose. In this sense, then, I am no different from those whom I sympathize with and despise.

"I heard that it is basically spread in that island country now, and after the Tang Dynasty, the inheritance was cut off in our place. It's normal for me to admit that I'm wrong. "Scratching my head, I'm embarrassed. "Did you go there and come back?"

The old monk closed his eyes slightly and recited the Buddha's name. "If it is not prevalent, it is not born, the Dharma lineage is not endless, and the secret law inheritance should be immortal. ”

It seems to make a lot of sense, but I have the impression that there are people who have said something similar, the starting point is the same, and the end point is very different. The old monk's preaching is the truth of cultivation, but the people in the world only recognize the common truth. And I happen to be a layman.

"I've already learned a lot of Fa, did someone ask you to teach me something? I advise you not to bother with it, there are some things that there is no way to do. I just want to get out of these things and save myself. As for becoming an immortal and becoming a Buddha, it is completely unimaginable. ”

The old monk stood up and said, "You come with me." What I'm going to tell you is not a secret method, but a simple truth. ”

I followed him.

The alleys of the final wind are so strange that even locals can get lost. I'm half a local, and I've always kept in mind that you can't walk the road.

I thought this small corner was a dead end, but I didn't expect it to be inside. With just one turn, you walked out of a path.

It was dark, cramped, and damp, and I really didn't understand why the old monk would take me to such a place. But now that he's not a bad guy, there's no need to think too much. Anyway, until now, my life has always been in the hands of someone else—someone else assassinates, someone else saves, and in short, I can't be free at all.

The stagnant water in the alley is very dirty, although the water is not deep, but there is a lot of filth, and even the residue of defecation can be found from time to time. Although the weather is cold, mosquitoes and flies still breed, and even strange insects are found in the water. As for the walls and other places, that's not to mention.