Verse 41, the curse of forgetfulness

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After Fahua entered, the voice of chanting the scriptures gradually weakened, and soon after, Fahua walked in with four monks. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Fahua said: "Master Zhao, you can give me that thing." โ€

The fat man nodded, handed the plastic bag containing the evidence to Fahua, and said, "How long will it take?" โ€

Fahua said: "It won't take a long time, as long as the causal relationship of this thing is calculated, there is no need to spend magic power to track down the whereabouts like Ye Daoyou." โ€

"Got it, let's start the trouble." The fat man said.

Fahua nodded, and the five of them sat in a circle, and the evidence was placed on a futon in the middle of the five people, and then each monk put his left hand on the corner of the evidence bag.

Starting with Fahua, he shouted loudly: "Before! But it is the last word in the nine-character mantra of Buddhism.

Four successive sounds of the word 'before' came out of the mouths of several other monks, and a breeze rolled up on the ground, and several monks closed their eyes, their eyes dripping and rolling under their eyelids. At this time, I saw several monks headed by Fahua, and the fingers seized on the evidence bag alternately rose and fell in a counterclockwise order, and then, five people and twenty-five fingers formed a circular, alternately undulating, wave-like movement, and the speed became faster and faster.

The words 'front' in the mouths of several monks also became faster and faster, and the eyeballs under their natural eyelids were also moving faster and faster.

Moo......

The five monks let out a loud snort, and at the same time opened their eyes, and the golden light of Buddhist magic was faintly visible in their eyes.

Fahua's eyes were as empty as if he had lost his mind, and he couldn't even see the reflection, the black and white eyes were like the lines on a zebra at this moment, alternating black and white, and the originally mellow voice was empty without a trace of emotion at this moment, and he opened his mouth and said slowly: "Ring Road, red puppet, fingers, love silk, forgetfulness spell." โ€

"What is this? Buddhist Sayings? Or guess what? The fat man muttered after hearing these words.

In an instant, another breeze blew, and several monks returned to normal, while reciting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!" โ€

"Monk, what strange things did you say, what did you see?" The fat man asked.

Fahua shook his head and said, "Buddhism is like light, and what I see is only a one-sided key picture on the road of time. For example, the riddle of the Buddha still has to guess the mystery with the wisdom of man and solve the mystery of time. โ€

The fat man nodded helplessly and said: "It's not bad, it can make people reverse time, and seeing what happened before is unfathomable." It's just that the puzzle is a little too difficult. โ€

Fahua said disapprovingly: "The mysteries of Buddhism are not words that can be described, once they are put into pen and ink, they lose their mystical meaning, as long as you look for them with your heart, it will not be very difficult." After a pause, Fahua still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "I don't know what it is?" โ€

"You just said the ring road, red puppets, fingers, love silk, and forgetfulness spells." The fat man said.

"Forgetfulness?" Fahua asked in a somewhat inappropriate voice.

"That's right, the Forgetfulness Charm. It's strange, what kind of spell is this, I've never heard of it. The fat man wondered, "Monk, do you know what the forgetfulness spell is?" โ€

"Yes, the poor monk knows the origin of the forgetfulness spell." Monk Fahua nodded slowly and said.

"What is it?" The fat man asked.

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But in this world, we must not forget that the greatest strength is not fear, but love. My Buddha is compassionate, the real Buddhism never stops people from loving each other, hindering everyone's morality, and the precepts imposed by later emperors on ordinary Buddhist disciples are just to make Buddhist disciples better practice, but I don't know how to be a Buddha without a sense of life and love entanglements? Before my Buddha came to enlightenment, I also married a wife and had children, and then Bodhi became a Buddha after enlightenment. This is a necessary path in life, and if we give up this path, we can only make the Dharma go further and further, and the cultivation will become more and more difficult. Fahua was a little emotional, he looked at the monks left and right, and instead of continuing, he said, "You can go back to the main hall to preside over the evening class first." โ€

Several monks smiled slightly, got up and exited the side hall. After a short time, the sound of chanting scriptures for evening classes in the main hall gradually increased.

Monk Fahua continued: "More than sixty years ago, after the genius of the Western Regions Tantric Sect was reincarnated for the third time, he went through the three levels of love, true love, and infatuation, but he couldn't let go of the level of despair. I don't know the specific situation, but I heard that the genius of the Western Regions, Na Canacuo, went through two ruthless levels, and both ended in death. This was the last chance. If you can't pass the level of despair, the penance of the three lives will be in vain.

Under the choice of desperation and the success of the exercises, Na Canatso entered a state of madness, first killing his beloved wife and children, because of the superposition of the three lifetimes, the mana Xuantong and then killed his master, a reincarnated living Buddha of Tantra. When he was desperate, he scolded the ruthlessness of the Heavenly Dao, and the Dharma Dao unintentionally created a forgetfulness spell and applied it to himself, making him forget his past life in this life, and sat by the heavenly pond for thirty-three days and died of hunger strike. At the time of dying, he left a mantra of forgetfulness and a three-life insight. โ€

Fahua sighed and said: "Although the three words of the Forgetfulness Spell have the meaning of beauty and sorrow, in fact, they will forget their feelings and forget themselves, and the person who is spelled will completely obey the words of the spellcaster, and forget their own heart like a puppet, but outsiders will never see any difference, and the most cruel Yin is not a spell." It was the master of Tantric Buddhism who discovered that the mantra of forgetfulness had such drawbacks, but did not spread it. Moreover, this mantra was founded relatively recently, and it has not been passed down to outsiders, so few people outside of my Buddhism will know the name of the mantra. But I don't know why it is mentioned in the Buddha's verses. Could it be that there are tantric masters behind this? โ€

The fat man tapped his fingers and said, "The forgetfulness spell must be related to people, if you can forget your feelings, you must also forget what you want to forget." Or if the caster asks to forget, is there any way to crack it? โ€

"No, the appearance of the Forgetfulness Charm is a coincidence. Because it has not been circulated, there is naturally no need to crack it. Fahua said.

"Do you think it could be Ruan Bingrui himself?" The fat man asked lightly, but could hear some concern.

"It's hard to say." Fahua does not speculate on a person for no reason.

"I really can't think of anything else? It's okay to give some other hints! The fat man asked.

Fahua shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Our senior brothers work together to crack the cause and effect contained in that evidence bag, it is already a rare thing to be able to have so many verses, I advise you to ask Ye Yi and Yang Guang to help you consider, both of them are locals, and they can have some reference." โ€

"Makes sense. I'm going to go to them. The fat man stood up.

"Wait," Fahua said.

The fat man, who had already reached the door, stopped and turned his head to ask.

"Checkout, thirty thousand. No credit. Fahua said with a serious face.

"......" Monk who is a fan of wealth, you have lost your money!

The monks have a lot of belongings, and the POS machines used to swipe the cards are all wireless. The fat man brushed off 30,000 yuan very painfully, and after thinking about it, he still didn't take Monk Fahua away again, for fear that he would find some chance to make black money.

Because it was already very late, the fat man made a call to Yang Guang after leaving the King Kong Temple, and when he heard that Ye Yi was also at his house, he only said that he had something to look for them, so he drove straight to Yang Guang's house.

When I arrived at Yang Guang's house, I saw Yang Guang, Ye Yi, Gao Nier, and Wen Yi playing mahjong, the two children were holding the computer, Ye Nianyi was actually playing dota, Yang Guang was playing mahjong, and he also gave Ye Nian a trick, the super cute Xiao Yuyin hugged a cow nวŽi, and the red little lips were full of white sรจ nวŽi stains, and when he saw the fat man, he called sweetly: "Uncle Fat." โ€

"Oh, Xiaoyuyin, come and let Uncle hug you and see if you have grown up?" The fat man ran over with a smile and reached out to hug Yang Yuyin.

"You are not allowed to hold Yuyin!" Ye Nian swooped in front of Yang Yuyin, and opened his arms to block the fat man's hands.

The fat man laughed, didn't stop with both hands, directly picked up Ye Nianyi, and said with a smile: "Good boy, this is starting to protect your daughter-in-law?" โ€

Yang Yuyin grinned, and when Ye Nianyi was picked up by the fat man, he leaned in front of the computer, grabbed the mouse and shouted: "Hit, kill one by one." โ€

Ye Nianyi hurriedly broke free of the fat man's arm and shouted, "Don't move, you'll die." โ€

The fat man watched the two children compete for the mouse, and smiled at Ye Yi and the others: "It's really lively to have children at home." โ€

Wen Yi said with a smile: "These two children have a good relationship, and it is good for them to grow up together." On the bar! Don't grab it. Wen Yi picked up a card thrown by Yang Guang, lifted one from behind, and threw it out casually.

Yang Guang said with a smile: "Ye Yi, your son will be my son-in-law sooner or later." โ€

Ye Yi said lightly: "You suffer." โ€

"Why?"

"The water spilled by the married daughter will be raised by my family for nothing." Leaf along.

"Damn." Yang Guang smiled helplessly and asked the fat man, "Fat brother, do you have a riddle?" What is it? โ€

At this time, Gao Nier shouted: "I'm nonsense! Draw yourself, Sister Wen Yi, calculate for me how much money I won. I'm the dealer. Fat brother, have you come across any interesting things lately? โ€

Ye Yi pushed off the cards and said, "Don't play, let's get down to business first." โ€

Gao Nier grinned and said, "Take the money and take the money, Brother Ye Yi, you will lose alone today." โ€

Wen Yi went to clean up the card game, the fat man and Yang Guang, Ye Yi, and Gao Nier were all sitting around the sofa, and after the fat man told him about the things in the King Kong Temple, he asked, "What do you think?" โ€