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I was stunned on the spot, I couldn't believe my eyes, how could there be an extra cat,

This cat is actually white, meowing, blocking in front of me, looking at the cat that is about to attack,

Both cats were white, without a single stray hair on their bodies, pure white like a snowball, the white cat that protected me bared its teeth, suddenly increased its speed, and ran towards the opposite side,

Not to be outdone, the cat that attacked me came wildly, and the two cats met in the middle of the rooftop, and at the same time rose into the air, claws and paws wrestled with each other, and kept meowing.

"Donor, are you alright," I was looking at it intently, when an old dragon bell voice came from behind me,

I looked back, I don't know when three old lamas came to the rooftop, they were wearing red monk's robes, each of them had deep wrinkles on their faces, their eyes were dark and deep, and there was a sense of fluttering dust on their bodies.

"Hello three monks," I hurriedly clasped my hands together,

The three old lamas stood next to me, watching the two white cats fight in the clearing, and one of the old lamas laughed: "Brother Phuntsok, can you recognize which one is Meow Meow?"

Another old lama looked at it intently and said, "Just from the appearance, I can't tell the difference, but from the breath, during the time of Meow Meow's practice, the anger has been washed and the spirit is calm, while the other cat is too heavy and claws and claws are killed,"

The old lama in front said: "It seems that the proverb has come true, the white cat that appears at this moment is the Shura phase before the meow meow is not practiced, and the two cats are fighting, which is actually a metaphor for the two sides of a person, for the dispute between the Dharma and the Shura,"

I couldn't understand most of what the two lamas said, and the oldest lama among the three stood silently from beginning to end, standing at the back and watching silently.

In a moment the two cats had already made up their minds, one of them covered in blood and almost dying, while the other was circling in a circle, like a triumphant general.

The oldest lama walked over, the victorious white cat curled up at his feet, and the old lama leaned down and picked up the dying cat from the ground, not caring about the blood stained on the monk's robe,

He walked over and nodded to the two lamas, and the lama named Phuntsok made a gesture to me: "Donor, whoever comes is fate, please come to the monastery for a while,"

At this time, the illusion is extremely strange, it doesn't seem to be the underworld hell, and the three lamas in front of him don't look like demons and monsters, and the kind of dusty and profound aura on the body can't be pretended.

If you come, you will be safe, I said generously: "Senior monk, please,"

The four of us entered the temple, which is strange to say, the temple was still empty just now, but now when we entered, we saw a lot of lamas and monks, young and old, and some young monks playing basketball.

Entering the temple is a large courtyard, one of which has two simple basketball hoops, a group of young lamas wearing tight pants, or lama robes, tied around the waist, but also neat, this fun,

When he saw us come in, a little lama ran on the basketball court, just in his teens, with a shaved head.

As soon as this person came out, he shocked me greatly, he actually had the temperament of a superior person, don't look at his young age but look peaceful, giving people the biggest feeling that as long as he is there, no matter how big the difficulty is, everything will be fine.

"What are you doing, old lama," the boy asked, his bald head standing out in the sunlight.

Phuntsok said: "Today, there are guests from far away, and it happens that the evening discussion has a theme, and the dispute between the law of people should also come and listen."

The little lama looked at me and stretched out his hand generously: "Hello guests, my name is Dorje, I am a Tibetan, and I came to the Kabunoram monastery three years ago to practice."

I was taken aback and reluctantly shook his hand: "What kind of temple do you say this is?"

"Kabnoran temple, in Nepal," Dorje said,

I looked at the mountains around me, my mind was blank, I was almost out of breath, this was actually Nepal,,

Lama Phuntsok asked, "Guest, where are you from?"

"I, I'm from the mountains of Guangxi, China," I said, "No, no, this is a fantasy, it must be a mistake,"

Lama Phuntsok smiled slightly: "Is there any difference between looking at the moon in the water and looking at the moon in the water?"

I took a few steps back, it was just too unbelievable, I hurriedly called the mirage of the underworld, put away the illusion, the scene in front of me gradually blurred, slowly changing, and when the scene was clear again, I saw myself back in the masked man's room, standing in an empty hut, the walls were full of circles drawn by brushes, and the masked man's body was still languishing on the ground,

I walked out of the house, and there were woods outside, and the leaves fluttered in the sun, and there was silence all around,

I stood on the steps, looking at the green in my eyes, top-heavy, and sat down, my brain was like a lack of oxygen,

In the end, which is the real life and which is the illusion,

I'm really a little confused, I touched the steps, and grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, and the dirt in my hand is a real feeling, here is real,

I sat on the steps and thought for a long time, from morning to noon, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, I was a little dizzy, and I couldn't think about it anymore.

I reluctantly sorted out a principle, don't investigate whether it's true or not, don't drill the horns, as long as it's experienced, seen, heard, touched, then it's all true,

I just went to Nepal in a fantasy, don't care if there is such a temple, just think it exists, get there through the mirage, it's no different from taking a plane, the mirage is just a mode of transportation,

Get through this knot, think of the temple on the top of the snow-capped mountain just now, my heart is itching uncomfortably, that place is really beautiful, I can meet the real monks and lamas, what a good opportunity, maybe I can solve some of my doubts,

I don't know if I can go back,

I pondered and pondered, the illusion was born from the masked man, and if I wanted to go back, I had to rely on him, I quickly returned to the room, and came to the masked man, his soul was now lost, and he was a corpse,

I squatted next to him, carefully took off the mask on his face, this removal, startled, no wonder this masked man has to wear a mask wherever he goes, it turns out that this person is really born with a strange phenomenon,

He has a weird cat face, all his facial features are crowded together, his mouth is three-petaled, his nose is particularly large, and there are some fine fluff on his face, I was so frightened that I sat on the ground, and I couldn't help but think of a very old urban legend, the old lady with a cat face,

This masked man has a cat face, and his soul is in the form of a cat, whether he is a human or a demon,

I endured the discomfort, searched his body, took out two fragments from my pocket, and opened them to see that the pages were full of circles.

My whole body was terrified, my hairs stood on end, and the circles on the broken pages were exactly the same as the book of heaven that Mu Chun got.

I looked at the circles painted in the room, and wondered in my heart, could it be that the spells learned by this cat-faced strange man and Mu Chun are of the same origin,

I was cast a thick shadow, because I thought of an extremely terrible possibility, I don't know if this strange person was born with a cat face, or if he became like this after practicing the Book of Heaven,

I didn't dare to think any further, and turned the body over, with my back up, not wanting to see this face,

I sat on the ground, and called the mirage again, and the scene was blurred, and when it was clear again, I returned to the magnificent mountain temple, and I saw myself still standing in the courtyard of the temple, and the four lamas were still beside me.

Phuntsok was smiling and speaking: "Is there any difference between looking at the moon in the water and looking at the moon in the water?" The last word "?" has just ended,

I went back for so long just now, and when I came back, it was seamlessly connected to what happened before, and I seemed to have only been away from this world for less than a second.

Another old lama said, "Guest, you're back,"

Dorje was a little puzzled: "Where did he go, hasn't he always been here, Guru Zibaboken, why did you say he came back?"

The old lama, known as Zibaboken, looked at me with a smile: "You went back just now,"

I nodded and said eagerly, "I went back to my world and went for a long time, but why did it seem like it didn't take less than a second to come back,"

The old Zimbabken lama looked at the blue sky and pointed casually: "Donor, there's an eagle there,"

I looked up, and sure enough, in the sky, there was a faint black spot, I subconsciously tried my best to see, in a trance for a period of dizziness, rubbing my eyes and looking again, I returned to the forest hut again,

Next to it is the corpse of a cat-faced man, the wall is painted with circles, the wind is light and the forest is dense,

I was sweating profusely and soaking wet, and now it was not my own will to come back, but the old lama's finger out of thin air, and he pointed at me and I came back.

I was thinking in a daze, when my eyes blurred again, and I rubbed my eyes vigorously, it was still a blue sky, and the eagle was hovering at a very high place, like a black dot,

"Well, I've gone and come back," Zimbabacken's voice came,

I went to look at him, and his finger was still pointing to the sky, and he didn't even put it down.

"I ...... I went back just now......" I stumbled and said, "I went back for so long, why haven't you put your hand down,"

The old lama of Zimbabaki laughed: "I heard that there is a very old story in China, called Huangliang a dream, the big dream is only one night, but the dream has spent decades, and there is also a saying in the Buddhist classics that it is instantaneous, and it is said that people are just the phenomenon of being born and dying, like a pool of ripples,"

He actually said the word "ripple", I suddenly realized, but I couldn't understand what I thought, and I vaguely blurred a big concept.

The little monk next to him, Dorje, asked, "Guru, since people are ripples that are born and die, what is the point of living?"