The picture is reflected, and the strange feeling is experienced in Miao Yin, and the picture continues to move forward, and the man's chest begins to rise and fall.

Compared to ordinary people, the breathing of the people in the picture always makes people feel that they will stop at any time.

Miao Yin saw a familiar movement, and a pair of hands placed a grass into the herb in the man's house.

It's your own hands.

Miao Yin immediately understood.

Later, it turned into a woman talking to herself, and Miao Yin remembered that it was this conversation that made her decide to "save" the family.

The picture suddenly changed, this time in the hospital, a middle-aged woman lying on a hospital bed, looking up with wide eyes, and her breathing had stopped.

Miaoyin also felt her worries about her family and her reluctance to give up on her children......

Holding a syringe in his hand, he punched half a tube of liquid into the hanging bottle......

Over the years, I have almost become a drug expert, or poison expert.

One image after another appeared in front of him, and one after another who described the withered people stopped breathing, and a heart-rending cry came into Miaoyin's ears.

And when Miao Yin looked at all this, she had a smile on her face, and her eyes pierced through the light curtain, as if she saw the life of those people after that, and finally freed herself from the endless drag.

Twenty-third ...... Seventeenth ...... Thirteenth ......

When he saw the thirteenth, his heart trembled.

This is a seven-year-old child, with a head half larger than normal, and the ninja does not cry out in pain......

"Uncle, will the Buddha bless me?"

This is another picture of a temple where the child's family asks for the blessings of the gods and Buddhas.

Children play in the yard, much larger than ordinary people, and their somewhat deformed heads are noticeable.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, but I can't say it, mom will cry ......"

Listening to the voice of the child in the picture, even if he has already experienced it once, he has seen enough of the sorrow of the world, and he burst into tears in the void with a dull heart.

He suddenly felt that those golden lotus flowers that fell from the sky were also the tears of the Buddha.

It is because of the suffering of the world that tears turn into Dharma and pass on to sentient beings.

The picture doesn't stop, it keeps changing.

Eleventh ...... The Ninth ...... Seventh ...... All the way to the first ......

It's been a long time, but he still remembers this man clearly.

He didn't want to live anymore, it was too painful, and the situation at home couldn't afford to drag on.

He even thought about jumping in the hospital, but was stopped by his family.

When listening to his words, Miao Yin had an extremely strong urge in her heart to help him and let him leave this world full of pain with peace of mind.

After that, he hesitated and retreated, but when he came to the monastery again, the impulse in his heart was even stronger, so strong that he could barely control himself.

"Yes, I went down this path to help him. Although my hands were bloody, my heart was golden and bright. Miao Yin shouted at the sky, her face full of tears.

The picture still doesn't stop, it continues to move forward.

The picture of Miao Yin's youth is also beginning to show.

Unlike other people, who always have all kinds of ideas, they always hold a Buddhist scripture in their hands and study it silently.

The old abbot was very optimistic about him, and his fellow disciples admired him.

20 years old, 19 years old, 18 years old...... 5 years old......

When he was 5 years old, it was the first time he saw his mother.

Even he can't remember his mother's appearance, but it is clearly shown in the picture.

"Gazi, stay here well in the future, mom will come to see you later. When the family has money, I'll bring you back. A woman with an ordinary appearance, who didn't look too old, but whose hair was half gray, hugged his small body and cried.

However, that was his last memory of his mother.

The picture continues to move forward, and what is filled with it is the mother's sad face and the crying sound behind her back, the sound of the family whispering, and the figure lying on the hospital bed, coughing all day long.

When the picture stops, the face of a smiling man is shown.

"Yingzi, look at it, this is our son."

Miao Yin's heart throbbed, and the tears that had just stopped flowed down again.

They opened their arms and wanted to hug, but they always stood still.

He knows who the people in the picture are, and the blood and family affection implicate him, but it is so far away, so far away that everything seems to be fake.

In his memory, all he seems to remember is coughing and crying.

Half-loud, Miao Yin put down her hands and kept her eyes on the picture, wanting to imprint everything in the picture deeply in her mind.

Whether you return to the Buddha kingdom or go to hell in the future, it is something that you have and will never forget.

"Anyway, thank you, Master Suwen. It has fulfilled a dream and a regret in my heart......"

Miao Yin muttered to herself.

However, the picture began to move again.

Fang Cai is upside down, from back to front, but this time it is at the very beginning, and the image has been placed backwards, or his own memory.

Everything seen this time is much clearer.

From when I was very young, until one day my father coughed up blood, and then there was coughing and crying full of my own memories, and one by one familiar or strange people came to my father's bedside and left.

Everything familiar in the house was gone, and at last only the empty house and the bed remained.

Then the mother sent herself here, hugged herself, and said that she would come back to see her.

However, the mother has not been seen since.

Maybe it's the shadow of his childhood, he is not as lively as other children, and he likes to play.

Always sit there in a daze, looking at the mountain gate of the temple, waiting for that familiar figure.

Later, I always liked to hold a book in my hand and see the temple gate.

After that, I started to forget why I always liked to sit there.

Perhaps, the sun is the warmest here, right? He thought so for a while.

Life in the temple is very good, the abbot likes himself very much, and his peers also like him and admire him. What happens to disputes, but also always find themselves.

I should be happy.

But I always feel like something is missing.

As the years passed, the old abbot grew old, and he took over the position of abbot in his twenties, and no one objected.

As an abbot, I don't have much to think about. I actually prefer to sit there quietly and read a book.

But there must always be someone in the temple to lead them, and they all look at them with anticipation, so do it yourself.

Until one day, a good believer in the temple said bitterly that he wanted to die, but his family stopped him. But he was in so much pain that he really couldn't hold on.

He didn't want to be in this pain anymore.

At that time, he overlapped with a long-forgotten figure.

Let him have an extremely strong urge in his heart to help him stop suffering.

I hesitated, I retreated, but in the end I did it. The moment he finished doing it, an inexplicable pleasure suddenly rose in his heart.

Yes, pleasure.

At the time, he didn't know what the pleasure was.

But in front of the picture, after watching some things that he had forgotten a long time ago, and feeling the pleasure coming out of the picture, his face suddenly turned pale.

"I see...... I see......" Miaoyin laughed miserably.

"I see...... It turns out that I have been resentful...... I never forgot those things, and I always felt that if my father had died at that time, I wouldn't have been sent here...... So that's what I think in my heart......"