"Nam-no, Drink Rak-thana, Dorayaya, Nam-no, A-yaya, Bharukati, Shśo Bowla, Bodhisattva Bharaya, Maha Sattva Bharva, Maha, Kalu Nigya, Om, Sā Sara Punishment Drag, Shu Tā Na Tsang, Nam Mu, Sigi Riga, Imamona Āyya, Brahrugidi, Muro-Buddha Rak-la-tava, Nam-Mu, Na-Ra ......Śrā, Śrāṇa, Śrāṇṇa, Namāṇa, Śrāṇṇa, Śārāṇaṇa, Namāṇa, Namāṇa, Śrāṇaṇa, Namāṇa, Śārāṇaṇa, Namāṣṇa, Namāṇaṇa, Namāṹ�ṇa, Namha

In my sleep, I faintly heard someone singing something in the distance, like Sanskrit sounds, like Buddhist scriptures......

Could it be that I've already entered chaos?

I struggled to open my heavy eyelids, even if I could only vaguely see the furnishings around me, I knew that this was not my home, it was not my daily firewood house, so ...... What the hell is this place?

"Hey, it hurts!" I wanted to turn my face a little more so that I could better tell where I was, but as soon as I moved, I felt a huge pain in my neck.

I can still feel pain, that is, I'm still alive?

So how could I be lying here?

What's going on?

I only remember that I was fetching water at the well at home, and Xiaoling, the maid next to the eldest lady, brought me a bowl of bird's nest soup, saying that it was rewarded by the eldest lady, and then I happily took the bird's nest soup, so happy that I forgot to take the bucket.

Carefully holding the bird's nest soup back to the firewood room, but savoring this bowl of bird's nest soup that I have never drunk since I grew up.

Besides, my stomach suddenly hurt for some reason, and I wanted to go out to find someone, but I didn't know anything before I could get out of the firewood room and fell headlong to the ground.

Oh, I see, the eldest lady wants me to die, wants me to leave forever.

I always knew that she saw me as a thorn in the side, a thorn in the flesh, but even so, I never expected her to use such despicable methods against me.

On weekdays, she keeps claiming to be a famous lady, but in fact, her conduct is rotten to the roots.

Come to think of it, my sister has followed such a mother since she was a child, and it is not surprising that she looks so delicate.

"How do you feel when you wake up?" I was feeling sarcasm, only to hear the door "squeak" was pushed open, and a bright and handsome monk walked in from outside, holding a bowl of steaming soup in his hand, walked by the bedside and asked me a little coldly.

"Who are you?" I couldn't help frowning and looked up at him blankly.

"It's just that the people who met in Pingshui, seeing that you were homeless last night and seriously injured, kindly took you in the temple for a while, and I hope you don't misunderstand." The great monk explained to me in a calm tone.

"So what is this...... Where? The uneasiness in my heart prompted me to continue asking.

"This is Jinsu Temple, you climbed up with me last night, don't you remember?" The great monk looked around, felt that there was nothing abnormal, and looked at me again, also confused.

"What about my clothes?" I pointed to my coat, which was neatly hanging on the screen next to me, and asked tentatively.

"Of course you changed it yourself, no one has ever entered your room except yourself before I came in!" The great monk handed the already warm medicine bowl in front of me and said calmly.

I cautiously took the medicine bowl and stumbled, "You...... How can you be so sure? ”

"Because I'm the abbot here." The great monk smiled contemptuously.

"Thank you...... Thank! After I drank all the decoction in the bowl, I thanked the great monk standing by the bed with a bitter face.

"Looks like your life isn't going well, is it?" The great monk just looked me up and down, and then said.

I raised my eyebrows and said, "What do you say?" ”

The great monk turned his face away with scruples, and after smiling secretly behind my back, he said to me euphemistically: "Only people who have never been loved well, when accepting the kindness of others, will be as careful as you and busy thanking you at a loss." ”

His words made my heart tremble like five thunderbolts.

Sure enough, eighteen years have passed, and since my mother died when I was five years old, I have never felt a trace of kindness in that home, and no one has ever brought me a bowl of medicine when I was sick, and no one has even spoken so much to me.

Thinking about it, I unconsciously shed tears and muttered, "You're right, you're right......"