Lu Chongqing's departure made Chen Xiaoyu confused for a long time.

She spent a long time trying to climb herself out of the whirlpool of lost love, and she knew that the only thing that could save her was herself.

In the blink of an eye, I am already graduating from high school.

July is the hardest and most anxious season for students.

Because of the college entrance examination that tortured the dead.

Thousands of troops had to cross the single-plank bridge, and the single-plank bridge was wobbly and extremely difficult.

has not yet released the list, and the candidates of other families are like ants on a hot pot.

Chen Xiaoyu is leisurely, she knows in her heart that she can't get into the best universities like Tsinghua University and Peking University, but there is no suspense about entering the best local school.

Shao Lanying was extremely dissatisfied with her unenterprising attitude, what "Look at how good your academic performance was in junior high school, why is it not as good as before after high school," again, "When girls get older, they have more thoughts, you are in a trance all day long, what are you thinking about in your head." Chattering, chattering, chattering and complaining many times, Chen Xiaoyu adopted the "three noes" non-violent and non-cooperative policy to deal with it, that is, "do not answer, do not justify, do not act." "It's still a sleepwalking trance.

More than a month before the college entrance examination, she was indeed in a trance, and she was haunted by a strange dream.

The nightmare was what she had dreamed of the day she was reborn, the flames, the flames everywhere, the shadows of the flames dancing on the walls, scorching and burning, like the thirty-second flame of the Buddha as depicted in the Great Collection, scorching and licking......

In my dreams, I could feel the bone-crushing pain in my back.

The dream lasted for almost two weeks, and every day it changed, and the dancing flame would change into different images, sometimes a little scarlet in the dark night, and sometimes a raging flame.

In the end, it always changes into the shape of a lotus flower.

The bright red lotus flower seems to indicate something, both illusory and real.

Chen Xiaoyu woke up in the middle of the night, covered in a cold sweat, lying on the bed in a daze, looking at the moon in the clear sky outside the window and was stunned.

One early morning in summer, Chen Xiaoyu went to Baolian Temple alone.

That day is the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the Midyear Festival, which is said to be the day when the yin qi is the heaviest in the year.

It is also said by Buddhists, "Obon", according to the custom, there should be a puja "to worship the Buddha and monks, to overcome the six sufferings, and to repay the kindness of parents for their elder care." According to the record of the "Buddha Says the Bon Sutra", "Yulan" means "hanging upside down"; "Basin" means "savior", so "Obon" means to save the suffering objects that are hung upside down, and derives from the meaning: fill a basin with all kinds of fruits and make offerings to the Buddha and monks to save suffering beings who have gone to hell.

Baolian Temple is located in the suburbs, Chen Xiaoyu transferred two buses, and then took an hour to take a suburban bus, near a sparsely populated small village, asked the villagers to know the specific location of the temple.

It was close to noon, the sun was shining, the eyes were shining, the village was cooking, and the chimneys of the mud houses were curling with pale blue smoke.

The small temple is halfway up the mountainside, leading to the mountain are dirt and stone roads, the summer sun is hot, but the road is shaded by green trees, with refreshing people's hearts, inexplicable fragrance, Chen Xiaoyu climbed the mountain and climbed lightly, sweating with relish, blown by the wind between the trees, a little chilly.

You can see the bright yellow gable from afar, the book "Om, Ma, it, horn, Mi, 吽" several big characters, the handwriting has been blurred, the mountain gate is silent, there is a big tree at the door, it has been a long time, Chen Xiaoyu does not know what kind of tree it is, only feels that the green shade is like a cover, layer upon layer, the trunk is like a coiled dragon and tendons, there is a small pond under the big tree, the water is clear, the blue sky and white clouds are floating in the waves.

The doorway was extremely quiet, and there was a small ticket office in the corner, in which a little lama was dozing off on a shabby table.

Chen Xiaoyu hesitated, reached out and knocked on the window, the little lama opened his eyes in a daze, just squinted at her, black hands and paws, accepted the change she handed over, tore a ticket similar to a bus ticket and threw it to her, closed his eyes with his sleeves folded, and continued to fall asleep.

Chen Xiaoyu stood in front of the moon-shaped door, listening to the wind through the leaves, rustling, moving, and not moving.

But it was a mixed bag, and the sound of blood flowing in the veins could be heard in the silence.

She loved to travel all her life in her previous life, and she had been to many temples, such as Putuo, Jiuhua, Emei, and Wutai and the Four Great Avenues, but she didn't go as far as she is now, and her heart was trembling.

It's a familiar taste, a dreamlike familiarity.

Under the sun, the small temple hidden in the shadows of the trees between the clouds and smoke was silent and uninhabited, and the sound of cicadas chirping.

Chen Xiaoyu stood at the door and was stunned, and suddenly felt that her back was hit by something, and she only snorted softly with "oops" in her mouth, and the soles of her feet slipped and fell, and the person fell on the stone threshold, the rough stone grinded to her cheeks, and her scalp hit the sharp stone, dull pain, and after a while, a hot viscous liquid seeped down from the crack in her hair.

She touched it, and her palm was bloody.

She cursed in her heart, who was so immoral and bumped into herself, who knew that on the ground in front of her, a pair of feet wearing cloth shoes slowly appeared.

Then a deep voice asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

Chen Xiaoyu didn't expect that before she entered the mountain gate of the temple, she was hit by a big fall, and the young lama in front of her in a red robe was looking down at her condescendingly, completely ignoring the bloodstains on her face.

With a high nose and deep eyes, a sharp silhouette, and a cold and deep gaze, he does not look like an ordinary Tibetan at all.

Chen Xiaoyu staggered up straight, struggled to straighten his back, and stretched out his bloodstained palm to the lama, "Master, you say, can you tell who I am like this?" ”

The other party looked at her calmly, unmoved, and said again in a low voice, "Who are you?" ”

"Who am I? How do I know who I am? Chen Xiaoyu said angrily.

Yes, where do I know who I am, where do I know how I was summoned here, and I fell inexplicably, forget it, just kowtow.

One step at a time, the head breaks the bloodstream, and the heart is pious.

The lama frowned at her, as if thinking about something.

"You're still letting me in? I bought a ticket. Chen Xiaoyu raised a small piece of paper in her hand, and she said impatiently.

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There are some things at home, there are more things in this month, updates can not be regular, I will write when I have time, I will be more, thank you for your support.