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With the determination to die, I don't care what cliff is not a cliff, I jump,

The wind in my ears continued, and I thought that I had to see what kind of scenery the cliff jumped before I died, otherwise it would be too much of a loss.

Barely looking up, the surrounding cliffs were unfathomable, passing at a very fast speed, no details could be seen clearly, and his mind flowed, but in an instant, he fell more than ten meters,

I know I'm done,

At this moment, I faintly heard a cat meow, meowing, I thought I was hallucinating, and in the next second, I didn't know anything.

I don't know how long it took, but I gradually became conscious, and before I opened my eyes, I smelled a faint fragrance, similar to sandalwood.

I tried to open my eyes and saw myself lying in a small Buddhist hall, the setting sun shining through the window lattice, and the red light was shining.

There is an old lama sitting not far away boiling rice porridge, the stove is blazing, the rice pot on it is gurgling, the rice incense and sandalwood, so that the Buddha hall is overflowing with an indescribable warmth,

I recognized the old lama as the Zimbabokan Guru, and I groaned to sit up, and Zimbabokan heard the voice, put out the fire under the stove, and came to help me up.

I licked my chapped lips: "Thank you, Master,"

Zimbabor said, "You get up, drink some porridge,"

I looked around, "Guru, how long have I been unconscious?"

"Not much, not much," Zimbappoken said with a smile, "but it's just a pot of porridge,"

I suddenly realized, the sunset outside the window lattice gradually dimmed, and the Buddhist hall was dark.

I leaned on the pillar and was distracted, I had the illusion that I didn't wake up in a dream, I was in a trance for a while, I didn't know if I was in reality, or in a dream, or if I was already dead, I was taken away by Wang Ci, and I was now trapped in my own near-death illusion, forever and ever,

The old lama of Zimbabor took a bowl, carefully put out the porridge, and handed it to me.

I hurriedly took it, lifted my nose and smelled it, don't mention the fragrance, and for a while I left tears,

"Master Meow Meow saved you," said Zimbabpoken, "it crossed the barrier, came to your world, and brought you back,"

I rubbed my eyes and didn't speak,

Zimbaba Boken said: "It also brought back a person besides you,"

I jerked my eyes up, "Who,"

"The young man who jumped off the cliff with you," Zimbabaken said,

I gasped, I didn't expect this kid Hong Xi to follow, it's a lot of fun now,

"You drink porridge first, and when you calm down, I'll arrange for you to meet," Zimbabpoken said.

"It doesn't mean much to see him," I forced a smile,

Zimba Boken stood up, walked to the door, pushed open the wooden door of the Buddhist hall, outside was the huge courtyard of the monastery, and many lamas could be seen looking up at the sky in the courtyard, the dark blue night sky was shining with the last sunset, and then the wooden door was closed,

I breathed a long sigh of relief, there is no deceit, no danger to my life, no troubles, this mountain temple is the refuge of my soul,

After drinking the porridge, I fell asleep, and when I woke up again, it was already dawn.

I pushed the door open, and it was not locked, no one restricted my movements,

I walked slowly to the courtyard, where many young lamas had just finished their morning classes, and were laughing and laughing, and outside the temple were rolling snow-capped mountains, which was like paradise.

I walked in the yard with my hands behind my back, smelling the freshest air, and was a little drunk for a while, when I saw a group of little lamas playing basketball not far away.

I walked over and greeted an acquaintance: "Dorje,"

Dorje was resting on the sidelines, and when he saw me coming, he was very happy and asked me to sit down, and we watched the basketball for a while, and Dorje suddenly said, "The guy you brought back is very interesting,"

"Hongxi," I asked,

"I don't know what his name is," Dorje said, "He didn't want to leave this monastery, and he mentioned to the old lama this morning that he wanted to stay in the monastery and practice,"

I gasped, Hong Xi is not a person who has the heart to cultivate,

Dorje said, "The old lama knew that his purpose was not pure, but he agreed,"

"The purpose is not pure," I wondered,

Dorje said, "That man heard from somewhere that he said that if he practiced in the monastery, he could obtain supreme divine skills, and he could change his body, and he could not move from the waist down, and after practicing, he would be able to heal his whole body."

I sneered: "Innocent, is it that magical,"

Dorje looked at me, "Don't laugh, this is the promise of the old Lama Phuntsok, he told the man that as long as he stays in the monastery for three years, he will be able to restore his body to the same state."

I was stunned: "How can the master play this method,"

Dorje looked at me with an infatuated expression, didn't continue to speak, and watched his friends play basketball.

After looking at it for a while, I felt bored, so I said, "Dorje, can you help me find the old lama, I want to leave here with Master Meow?"

Dorje said, "Okay, don't worry, I'll help you find it,"

I stayed on the basketball court and didn't go anywhere, and when it was almost noon, Dorje came to me, and I followed him around and around into a Buddhist hall, and it was very strange here, there were two old lamas sitting facing each other, and neither of them spoke, just staring at each other with big eyes.

One of them I know, it is Zimbaba Bokon, the old lama on the other side is very strange, it is simply too old, it is estimated that he can be a hundred years old, naked, just a crotch cloth around the crotch, the bare skin seems to be petrified, the hair is extremely long, and it is explosive, almost blocking the whole face,

When Zimbabbowen saw me coming, he hurriedly beckoned in, and Dorje quietly retreated.

I sat next to him, and Zimbabor whispered, "Do you know who this lama is?"

I shook my head, I know where to go,

Zimba Boken said: "This old lama, we all call him the old man of time, his secret method of practice is related to time, no one knows what is going on, and now he is the only practitioner about time in the world,"

I looked at this lama without blinking, this is the old man of time, this old lama is almost not sure if he is still alive, sitting there motionless, his whole face in his long hair, he can't see his eyes, and the feeling of a person, this is not a person, but a piece of wood in the shape of a human,

I cleared my throat and whispered, "Guru, I want to go back,"

Zimbaboken looked at me, then beckoned to the corner, a soft cat meow, Master Meow came out of the darkness and ran into Zimbabbowen's arms, the master handed the cat to me, I took it, and said guiltily: "Master Meow, thank you for saving your life,"

Master Meow stretched his waist: "Yes, I want to observe your teaching, your task has not been completed, how can I let you die,"

I was ashamed to say, "It doesn't matter if the teaching can't stand, my ability is insufficient, and the human heart is not ancient, so it is easy to be taken advantage of,"

Master Meow Meow rolled his cat's eyes: "Then let's see what will become of the White Lotus Club after being used,"

"What do you mean," I wondered,

Master Meow Meow pointed to the old man of time: "Why did you come here, it is to ask for the magic power of the old man of time, so that when we go back, it will span several years, and at that time, the White Lotus Club may have spread all over the north and south of the river,"

I didn't speak, I felt that my experience was simply an indescribable dream, and I am still in a trance.

Zimba Boken said: "Wang Ci, if you are not in a hurry to leave, you can stay in this temple for a few days, whether you leave now or in the future, you will be in the same time after you go back,"

I was really tired, nodded and promised him to stay in the temple for a few days,

I haven't seen Hongxi for the past few days, once I told Zimbaboken that I wanted to meet him, and Zimbabbowen told me that Hongxi is now in retreat and reading the scriptures, and I don't see outsiders, so I just gave up.

But once Dorje told me that Hongxi didn't see anyone, but only one person, and I asked who this person was, and he told me that it was the painter named Luo Dao.

That day Hongxi passed by the corridor, and accidentally saw Luo Tao painting murals, he stayed there and watched for a long time, and talked to Luo Dao, no one knows what the two people talked about, after that time, Hongxi decided to stay in the temple to practice, and then the only person Hongxi saw was Luo Dao, and the two had talked secretly many times,

I'm a little stunned, this Luo Dao hasn't said anything to me yet, how can I see that Hongxi has so many chatters, it's really fish looking for fish and shrimp looking for shrimp, Wang Ba is looking for a turtle in-laws, the two of them are all the way,

On this day, Master Meow Meow and I came to the Buddha hall where the old man of time practiced again, and the old man still maintained the same appearance as he did a few days ago, sitting on the ground, with long hair, and it seemed that he had not moved.

Zimbappoken told me that the old man of time is not static, he is actually moving, not only moving but also moving very fast, but his concept of time is completely different from ours, his movement is difficult for ordinary people to perceive, space movement is relative, the same time movement is also relative, more complex is the movement of time and space dislocation,

Master Meow and I knelt down in front of the old man of time, and were about to call the mirage back, when suddenly Dorje hurriedly ran in: "Don't go yet, Wang Ci, Hong Xi came just now,"

I looked up at him, and Dorje was holding an old cowhide envelope in his hand: "This is what Hongsi handed you and said you will open it when you go back,"

I took it and didn't say much, knelt down and bowed to the old man of time, my mind moved, called the mirage, and I went back,

I slowly opened my eyes, and found that I had actually returned to the village, I was very excited, and I was about to go home, and I had just walked two steps, and suddenly I saw something, and I stopped.

On the long village wall, a big white lotus is painted with white paint, and a line of big characters is written next to it: White Lotus Club Rescues Suffering,