I turned my back on Shakyamuni Buddha.

When I opened my eyes, I looked at the vague and unfamiliar top, and I felt a sense of fear. When I sat up and found that I was not in my meditation room, I realized that it was not my own dream, I really left the Gulai Temple, and I also left the Buddha.

There is no familiar sandalwood around, and there is no Sanskrit sound that can purify one's heart, and somewhere anxiety is like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger. So much so that when a figure appeared in sight, I pounced on it like a beast that had been forced to hurry.

The haphazard blow was quickly stopped, the hand was twisted behind his back, and the person was locked in the opponent's arms.

My eyes widened, and my mouth uttered a single tone of anger, an expression of displeasure. Remember him, one after another! He was the one who brought me out of the ancient temple, so that I could no longer be cleansed by Sanskrit sounds. I read in Sanskrit that all human beings are sinful, which is why they are poor and sick, just like I am deaf and blind, and it is precisely because of my sins that I can only recover day by day by being cleansed by the Sunnah of the Buddha. Guru Kashan said, "In another year at most, I will be able to see." It may take time for you to be deaf, but as long as you are sincere, one day you will be able to hear the sound of Sanskrit sounds, just like the sound of bells.

But the plan has been ruined by the person in front of me, and all the karma accumulated by daily practice has been in vain, so how can I not be angry?

After a while, I realized that my anger could not burn on him, and took me to the table and sat down on his lap without taking it seriously......

At this time, I saw that there seemed to be a table of dishes on the table, and when I smelled those smells, I frowned and thought: It's so hateful, this person wants to force me to break the meat ring! In the temple, they are vegetarian all day long, and they have never smelled the smell of meat. This person, called Succession, snatched me away from the temple and turned my back on the Buddha, and now he wants me to break my vows and swear that I will not give in to death.

The bowls in front of me were piled up into a small mountain, and I didn't move a single chopstick. His face came to my ear again, and he shook slightly, and I thought about it, dipped my finger in the water, and wrote on the table: Fool? I'm deaf and can't hear what you're saying, so don't bother with it.

When I finished writing, I was stunned, I didn't write Sanskrit, it seemed to be another font, but I had never used this way to communicate with people before. Sensing that the hand around his waist tightened, he stretched out a hand and learned me to dip it in water and write on the table. He writes very slowly, even if I can't read the handwriting clearly, I can see the posture of his hand movement, so when he finishes writing, the meaning is roughly translated in his mind: Xiao Jiu, you are not deaf, I will find a doctor to take care of you.

I thought with great irony: Even the Buddha can't be cured, just you? Save it.

When the people in white clothes repeatedly shone things at my ears and eyes, and finally they all shook their heads and sighed, I realized that they were really putting their words into practice. I started to feel irritable, I felt flustered, I felt like it was getting colder somewhere.

Also, I was afraid of the crowd, and even if I couldn't see the faces of others, I seemed to feel that they were pointing at me and treating me like a monster. It doesn't feel good at all, in the Gulai Temple, there are Guru Kashan and Dhaba to take care of me, no one will think that I am deaf and blind, and there is nothing wrong with not being able to speak, by the way, there is also a man who is pampered. He was the least disgusted person in the world for my flaws.

But this succession not only took me away from the ancient temple, but also pushed me into the crowd. I wanted to hate him, but circumstances forced me to rely on him, because he was the only one I could see in the crowd.

That's right, I thought it was the imagination of his appearance that overlapped with reality, but after a long time, I found that I could really see him clearly. I really can't think of the reason, he couldn't be on the same side as Shakyamuni Buddha at all, because there was no one more ungodly than him.

I became more and more afraid of going out, and every time I wanted to ask him not to see the doctor in white again, not to be studied like a monster. But I couldn't speak, I could only suppress my fear, and when I saw the white color later, I reflexively trembled.

In addition, I found that I could feel more and more emotions, and when I was trembling, his whole body would exude a deep sadness, which made me feel very uncomfortable. Inexplicably, I just want to follow him, just look at it, anyway, at most, it will be checked by a man in white again.

I don't like to "talk" anymore, and this "talking" is not in the ordinary sense, but a mental activity. His thoughts paused, and every day he went from opening his eyes to closing his eyes, and he was confused. It was like a big hole had been opened in his heart, so empty that he couldn't fill it, and he would feel sad when he saw the frowning eyebrows one after another, and felt his sad emotions. But I couldn't stop the hole in my heart from expanding, and even the air around me began to suffocate me.

On this day, I was lying in a daze, and suddenly a familiar sound came into my ears, which was Sanskrit? Yes! Are you sending me back to Gulai Temple one after another? One sat up, looked around, blurred vision of the unfamiliar environment, and sat aside one after another.

Strange, where did Sanskrit sound come from? He took me in front of him, his head buried in his half-length hair, and he was cold, had he just come back from outside? Soon I found out that the Sanskrit sound came from his hand, from his mobile phone. Suddenly the surprise was annihilated, although I could hear it, but such a Sanskrit sound could not reach the bottom of my heart, nor could it wash my increasingly dark soul.

Holding my knees and burying my face, the continuous Sanskrit sound disturbed my mind more and more, and I felt a sense of anxiety. An evil fire rose in my abdomen, and I snatched the phone from his hand and slammed it on the ground, so that the world was quiet, and the roots of my ears were quiet. I broke free from his embrace, crawled into the bed, curled up on my side and closed my eyes, this sleeping position made me safe.

After only a few seconds, I felt his body behind him cling to him, and his arms were wrapped around his waist, but they were no longer as tight as before, and they were gently placed there. After a while, I felt that my scalp was slightly wet, and I opened my eyes in surprise, wondering, will it rain in bed? Turning his head slightly, he was stunned, and he saw tears crawling on his face, he was crying?

For no reason, my heart twitched and hurt. I subconsciously raised my hand to wipe his tears, but when I wiped, my hand was not caught by him, and instead I covered my hand over his eyes, and I felt a burst of wetness rushing in, and I suddenly felt that the palm of my hand was like a fire, and my heart was very, very sad. I wanted to open my mouth and tell him not to cry, but I couldn't get out of my choked voice.

After a while, I pulled my hands down one after another, and wrote with my fingers on the palm: Xiao Jiu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......

In succession, my name is Xiao Jiu, not Mei Duo. But I prefer the name Plum Duo, which Guru Kashan said represents the flower, which is the most beautiful thing in nature. In addition, the word "Xiao Jiu" always makes me feel astringent and full of bitterness. He cried like this and wrote sorry over and over again in the palm of my hand, which made me feel sore, and tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.

Since then, he has never taken me to see the doctor in white, nor has he recorded Sanskrit music for me on his mobile phone. I could stop shivering, but it couldn't stop my soul from decaying a little bit, and I began to be reluctant to open my eyes, and I slept longer and longer.

Once, in my sleep, I felt my body being moved, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that they were hugging me one after another, so I closed my eyes peacefully and continued to sleep. When I woke up, I was used to an unfamiliar environment, but after a few minutes of silence, I noticed something strange in the air.

Sitting up, I deflected my eyes and saw a figure standing in front of the window, naturally not one after another, but why can I see it clearly? The fact that I was still blurry when I looked around me proved that my eyesight had suddenly improved. I stared with a frown, my dull brain no longer making any judgments.

I only saw that the man slowly turned around, with a clear figure, clear facial features, and a clear ...... My eyes, even one after another, could not see his eyes clearly, but this man could see all of them from head to toe.

Plus, a strong sense of familiarity came over me and I knew this person! For the first time, there was such a strong conviction. He moved, walked slowly towards me, walked straight to me, looked down at me condescendingly, his dark eyes with different shades of color, "It's very uncompromising, you actually toss yourself like this, huh?" Little Nine? ”

Little Nine? He also called me Xiao Jiu? No, he's talking to me? Why can I hear him?

I'm panicking, one after another? Where is he? I'm looking for him. Looking around, there was no one in the whole room, why did he throw me to this person? A tumbling, the person rolls into the innermost part of the bed, and then pulls the quilt to cover his head, so that it is the safest, no one can enter my world. But in the next moment, the quilt was torn apart by gravity by an external force, and I heard the deep voice again: "Even I'm afraid? Really," he paused, "the woman is not in the middle. ”

After saying this, he turned and left, and when he reached the door, his voice came again: "Take her with me to a place." ”

The next moment his figure disappeared, one after another, and when he came over, I did not hesitate to rush up and hug him, with my face pressed against his chest. Smelling the breath that belonged to him, the intense uneasiness was finally relieved.

Later, they followed one after another...... The car, which I initially thought of as a "small house", found that the man who could see and hear was also sitting in the car, and I immediately shrank into my arms. The car drove for a long time, and in the process, I couldn't help but look at the man, even though he never raised his eyebrows, and even a stingy look floated over.

I was afraid of him because everything came suddenly, and I couldn't accept that there was such a special person, whose voice could enter my ears and appearance, as if my own territory, which I had never completely visited, was invaded by this person. But with a strong backing, he will have the courage, and he will wonder who he is? Why did I enter my world faster than Shakyamuni Buddha?

You know, it took me a long time to hear Sanskrit sounds and see the Buddha clearly. Seeing the appearance of succession clearly is also because of his appearance floating in his mind, and the result of the overlap of the two, and he can't see his eyes clearly.

The brain, which had been dulled for a long time, suddenly became high, and it gradually began to hurt. Soon noticing that something was wrong with me, my fingers pressed on my temples and rubbed them gently, it was very comfortable, I closed my eyes and sank into a dream.