In this world, everyone wants to break free from the shackles of fate. Neither the emperor nor the beggar can get rid of the four reincarnations of birth, old age, sickness and death. The title page of one of the scriptures reads, "The most painful thing in life is reincarnation."

People are full of fear of death, and they are like a mystery in life, and they are like a mystery after death. Human beings are slaves derived from birth, old age, sickness and death, and it is they who have single-handedly shaped human nature. And the mountain slave is one of the most ordinary slaves among them.

There are many unsolved mysteries in life, some that don't need answers, and some that can't be solved. In the autumn when Shannu was twenty years old, he unfortunately fell seriously ill, and when he was still a little conscious, he felt the threat of death, and his heart struggled in fear, praying: "Amitabha, O God, help me", he meditated in his heart. As if trying to grasp the last straw. If this was left on hold, he would definitely not think that this kind of ethereal prayer would work, but at this moment, he could only hold on to his feet temporarily.

I don't know how long it took, and he fell into a dream, in which he was guided by a faint golden light into a very spacious stone cave. On the ground against the stone wall sat four people in a row on the south, and in front of them was a row of candles. The candles emit a golden light that illuminates the entire cave. When the mountain slave approached, he couldn't see the faces of the four men clearly, or even what kind of clothes they were wearing. At this time, the whole cave reverberated with bursts of chanting, and this chanting came from that direction, and after a while, the whole cave was filled with this sound without interruption. Each Zen chant went straight to the depths of the mountain slave's heart, gradually calming down the originally fearful and restless heart, and slowly experiencing a kind of peace that had never been before. And the candlelight was as warm as the sun, dyeing the ground and the stone walls golden.

When the mountain slave woke up, it was already the middle of the night. The sound of Zen chanting in the dream echoed in my mind, and this voice extended from the dream to the real time and space. Finally, the whole bedroom is filled with this peaceful sound. So that the mountain slave can't tell whether he is still dreaming, or has he woken up? Like a dream, "Alas! Life is not a dream! Shannu sighed. The sound of insects chirping outside the window pulled the mountain slave's mind to the real world. At this time, the mountain slave realized that something was wrong, and it turned out that the pain in his body was obviously much lighter.

"There are really some strange things in this world that can't be explained, whether it's happening to you. Or some hearsay, some are even more coincidental evil doors" Shannu thought in his heart, I don't know if it was because of the fear brought to his heart by the middle of the night, or a trace of confusion brought by the dream just now, Shannu subconsciously glanced at the window opposite, just when he was stunned by the window, he vaguely saw a big bizarre black hand being separated from the window! While! When knocked three times on the glass. The mountain slave was already holding his breath in fright at this time, and cold sweat broke out on his back and face.

"......Oooo At this time, the mountain slave lying on the bed had straight legs and closed his eyes tightly, like an ostrich that stuck its head in the sand when it encountered danger, and had the luck that it could avoid the crisis without seeing it.

It was too late, it was fast, and I only heard the sound of the rooster crowing three times in succession, and the footsteps of the mountain slave who were about to approach the mountain slave stopped, and the house was as quiet as death.