Chapter 33: The Buddha Survives Suffering
The three of them chatted a few words, and after lunch, Lao Liu sent Yang Jinghui away.
The dormitory environment is not as good as the dormitory management room, and Lao Liu left Jiang Yao to recuperate in his bed.
Lao Liu still treats Jiang Yao with delicious food and drink. After being full of wine and food, Jiang Yao fell asleep on the bed.
It's just that in his sleep, Jiang Yao had nightmares again and again. As before, it was the same as before, and it was still involuntarily floating to the playground.
The sky, which had been clear for several days, was now full of haze again, and the black and oppressive ink color enveloped everything around it.
And the female ghost who disappeared out of thin air in the last dream flashed illusory again not far in front of Jiang Yao. The female ghost still wants to speak and stops, and she can't move forward. But the body is clearly guiding itself to follow.
As last time, Jiang Yao followed the female ghost step by step, until he walked far away and came to the mountain.
The road did not stop, and when the solemn and dilapidated temple appeared again at the top of the mountain, the female ghost disappeared without saying a word.
The plot has not changed, Jiang Yao looked at the inside of the temple and bowed three times. But as soon as he got up, the whole mountain began to shake with it.
At the same time, a golden light stretched out from the center of the Buddha's eyebrows, and the light shone directly on Jiang Yao's whole body, closely connected to it, and the light spread more and more, and the entire temple was illuminated by it.
And at this moment, the eyebrows of the Big Buddha seemed to be open, more precisely, the eyes were opened, and the golden eyes as big as a human head began to move towards Jiang Yao directly below, looking for the strongest beam of light connecting the heart of Jiang Yao's eyebrows, flashing with golden light, flying unhurriedly.
In this way, the golden light that was even more than the golden light emitted from the eyebrows of the Buddha flew into Jiang Yao's head, and suddenly, Jiang Yao's head seemed to be opened with a knife, and it seemed to be burned by fire, and it hurt hotly.
Jiang Yao couldn't help but shout rudely, but saw that the whole body of the Buddha statue emitted a burst of intense scorching light as if it was returning to the light, and under closer inspection, only the center of the eyebrows dimmed.
The warm and warm light began to invade, surround, and envelop Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao's head gradually became clearer.
It's just that when all this was getting better, Jiang Yao felt a strange appearance at the center of his eyebrows, and when he touched it with his hand, he felt that something like a vertical eye appeared.
Yes, it is the third eye given by this great Buddha - the eye of heaven.
Jiang Yao must be a change in Tianyan, but I don't know whether it is joy or sadness. But just when he was entangled, the big Buddha in front of him collapsed with the trembling mountain, and it became a pile of yellow gravel in an instant.
Of course, the light of the Buddha also dissipated, but before it dissipated, a few big words were highlighted again: The Buddha has died, and the northwest is hopeful.
The words appeared for a few seconds, and then the golden light gathered and closed in the ground. Jiang Yao looked for the light source, but saw a meat ball the size of a human head, and remembered the Tai Sui in the mouth of the crowd, and reached out to get it.
As soon as he came into contact with the meat ball, between the meat ball and Jiang Yao, he suddenly conjured up the female ghost who had led the way before, and the female ghost looked terrifying, but with the arrogance of the ghost, Jiang Yao was scared back a few meters.
It is all vain at your fingertips, but it is close but on the edge of the sky. Jiang Yao looked at the female ghost who picked up the meat ball and disappeared together, and before he had time to breathe, he saw the beams and pillars of the house, and the bricks of the house, constantly collapsing and collapsing.
With the collapse of the last pillar and the inevitable fall towards Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao got up suddenly, and realized that it was a dream.
"Nightmares again?" Lao Liu was still smoking, looking at Jiang Yao, who was sweating profusely, and asked.
It turned out that the nightmare that had been haunting me had not gone away, but the occasional steady sleep made me think that everything had returned to normal.
Jiang Yao reached out to touch his forehead, but he didn't notice anything unusual.
"What's wrong?" Lao Liu still asked.
"I met a big Buddha in a temple, and after the big Buddha disappeared, there was a ball of meat accompanied by a female ghost." Jiang Yao was shocked and reminisced about the female ghost who scared him to Ai Ai.
"Meat balls? It's Tai Sui. Lao Liu pondered carefully, corresponding to the words of the previous students.
"It should be, it's not much different from what you see on TV."
"The matter of Tai Sui, I have also studied it with Jing Hui before, at least the two of us agree that Tai Sui is a spirit body that survived in the world after the death of the ancient gods. This is also the result of a lot of speculative research, and the rest is even more unclear. Lao Liu said.
"Ge Hong, a Taoist of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, recorded in "Hug Puzi", 'Zhuzhi pounds the powder, or turns into water clothes, which makes people light and long." It is the elixir of immortality believed by the ancients, that is, it may be of great benefit to the human body if it is consumed Tai Sui. But this is contrary to our current concept of Taoism, and no one has tried it once for the current Taoist people. While the two were talking, Yang Jinghui pushed the door and entered, quoting scriptures.
Jiang Yao looked at this middle-aged man who spoke extraordinarily but suddenly, and pondered his words very much.
"Xiao Yang, why are you back again?" Lao Liu looked at Yang Jinghui, who had already left.
"I remembered that Jiang Yao's body might not have recovered very well, and I thought about leaving him some more pills to replenish." As he spoke, he took out a small bottle of pills from his cuff.
Jiang Yao got up and thanked him, but Yang Jinghui didn't stay any longer, and turned around to leave again.
"Uncle, what is the origin of your fellow Daoist? He was willing to save my life for ten years. "Although there are many thanksgiving, it is difficult to accept the favor for no reason.
"Oh, although he is also a Daomen, but unlike me, what I am good at is relying on Taoism to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and set up arrays to drive away evil. He is more proficient in numerology deduction, Qimen Dunjia, and peeking into the sky. In this Northeast posterity, it can be regarded as a generation of talents. Lao Liu said Yang Jinghui with praise.
"The people are nice, from feeling a little weird." Jiang Yao muttered to himself.
"Strange, who is not a weirdo, there is no one in our industry who is not weird." Lao Liu laughed at himself.
It is also in this vast world, in front of thousands of people, that experience determines the meeting of all kinds of people. There are far more peculiar people in the world than Yang Jinghui.