The strange hands that bound me seemed to have a mortal fear of this Sanskrit sound, and when they heard the sound of this chanting, they panicked and quickly let go of me and fled in all directions. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A piece of golden light shot down from the entrance of the ancient well, illuminating the bottomless ancient well, and the strange hands and mist that were touched directly turned into smoke.

This golden light shone all around me from top to bottom, and I only felt a stream of heat rushing into my whole body, converging directly along the meridians to my dantian.

I felt a shock to my spirit, and I seemed to be filled with endless strength and courage to face the fear in front of me.

I stepped on the water with both feet, followed the golden light and gradually rose, and returned to the ground, to find that the original Mawang Village had disappeared, replaced by a red sky and flying cranes and rare birds.

And in the depths of Caixia, the golden light flickered, and it seemed to call to me.

I spread my arms, let the golden light shine and guide, and finally rose higher and higher, and finally left the strange world just now.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had returned to reality, and I was lying in a meditation room.

Incense is burning in the meditation room, and a statue of Shakyamuni is enshrined on the table in the center.

Under the Buddha table was a monk in a robe, who looked to be about forty or fifty years old, with kind eyebrows and a serene expression, who was sitting upright on a futon, his eyes lowered, his lips moving slightly, and his hand twisting a rosary and chanting a prayer in a low voice.

The sound of this chanting is very familiar, and when I think about it, it is exactly the same as what I heard in the ancient well.

It turned out that just now when I was in danger, it was the monk in front of me who saved me!

I listened quietly to his chanting for more than half an hour, and at first I was able to sit still, but after all, I was a teenager with a frivolous nature, and then I was already impatient, and sat there scratching my ears and cheeks, looking around.

Looking at the monk sitting in front of me, I didn't know what to do for a while, and now it was obviously very inappropriate to disturb him who was chanting, but I didn't know when I was sitting dry.

At that moment, my eyes suddenly lit up.

I saw that in front of this monk, there was a bowl for turning fate, this thing I have only seen on TV on weekdays, but it is the first time I have seen it in real life.

Driven by curiosity, I quietly got up and stepped forward, leaning down to take a closer look at the bowl in front of me.

In my impression, I always thought that this thing should be made of pottery, because it was cheaper and simpler, and even if it was broken, it could be re-fired immediately, and it didn't feel distressed.

But the bowl in front of me was obviously not what I imagined.

I saw that the bowl was dark purple and looked like it was made of metal, with a large Sanskrit inscription on it, so I couldn't read what it meant.

What is unusual is that inside this bowl, there is actually a burst of golden light circulating secretly, spinning endlessly, like a coiled dragon living in it.

Of course, only my eyes can see the strange sight it emits, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it is nothing more than a broken bowl begging for food.

"The monk saved my life, how can I thank him?" Looking at the bowl in front of me, I had a way in my heart.

No matter how good the bowl is, it is also used for the transformation of fate, so...

Thinking of this, I put my hand into my pocket, took out all the money, counted a total of six yuan and five cents, which was my pocket money for a week, looked at the money in my hand, and then looked at this monk who was already in a state of concentration, and I finally made up my mind and gently put the money in my hand into the bowl.

"Ding ........."

When I put one of the one-dollar coins into the bowl, the bowl made a crisp but distant sound, which rang for more than ten seconds before it gradually stopped.

It's strange to say, obviously I put it down gently, why does this bowl have such a big reaction?

"The poor monk thanked the little benefactor......

Just when I was stunned, the monk who had entered the meditation seemed to be woken up by the sound of the bowl, and after opening his eyes and glancing at the bowl, he said to me slowly with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I ......" I didn't know how to answer for a while, it seemed that I really shouldn't have put the money in that bowl, so I had to go there for a long time without saying anything.

By the way, if they saved us, we have to thank them, I hurriedly saluted the monk and said, "Thank you Master for saving me... ”

When the monk heard this, he smiled and bowed to me, and he looked at me with interest for a long time, which made me even more embarrassed.

"Little donor, the poor monk has also entered your karmic illusion because he needs to save you, and he is a little confused in his heart, and I hope that the little donor can give you advice!"

Well, what the hell is a karmic illusion? Could it be the space I entered after being haunted by the ghost just now?

But this monk is really not shocking and endless, he actually asked me to teach, what kind of thing am I, I can educate him.

But people have to be polite, people have asked so, we can't not say no?

"Master, don't say that, I'm just a child, if you have anything to ask, I must know everything I know, and I will say everything!"

After listening to my answer, the senior monk nodded with satisfaction, and then asked me, "In the eyes of the little benefactor, what is the past life and what is the present life?" ”

Me: "........."

This is a question that has puzzled countless sages and philosophers for thousands of years, and no one has been able to come up with an answer that convinces everyone.

Grandpa Zhang also asked himself in his notes, but there was a blank under the question, obviously, even a person with rich experience and superb skills like him could not get the final answer, so how could such a profound question be understood by a little kid of mine?

However, I have thought about this question for a long time after meeting Xiaorou, maybe this is not the best answer, but it really reflects my heart.

"The previous life is the previous life, and this life is the present, and there may really be reincarnation and cause and effect in this world."

Therefore, when many people encounter something they can't do or regret their life, they like to say, "If there is a next life, what will I do?" ”

"Actually, this is all nonsense, instead of leaving regrets for the next life, it is better to do it now, if there is no time to say it, say it now."

"Instead of pursuing the past life and the next life, it is better to live in the present and grasp this life!"

Just as I was talking to the monk, I didn't notice that Xiaorou was also standing in the corner of the meditation room at the moment, listening intently to my answer.

As she listened, two lines of tears gently slid down her cheeks.

Is this a regret or a relief? Or is it chagrin and remorse? I do not know.

Maybe I lost her in my previous life after all.

After listening to my opinion, the monk did not immediately say anything, but looked at me more carefully for a moment, and then pronounced the Buddha's name, folded his hands, closed his eyes, and entered the state of meditation again.

When I saw the senior monk react like this, I stood on the spot with a confused face.

Uh, what does that mean, am I saying the wrong thing?

Now I definitely can't disturb other people's eminent monks to enter meditation, even if I call him, it is probably useless, because I heard that even if a monk who has cultivated to a high level of cultivation burns him with fire when he enters meditation, he will not be conscious.

But I also want to ask the monk what he just said about "karmic illusions"...