A gust of breeze blew in his face, Wei Fei calmed down, turned his head to look at the middle-aged man beside him, the ordinary man sat leisurely on the grass, with a grass branch in the corner of his mouth, which looked extremely ordinary, but it made people feel extraordinary.

Suddenly, Wei Fei had a "buzz" in his head, "Yes and no, yes and no, admit all the families and cross the hundred gates, and then the flag is opened, and the flag is ...... for the fluttering flag" A few words jumped into his heart, although he didn't know what to understand, but he seemed to have an understanding.

Wei Fei asked, "What kind of place is this?" Why did you get here? ”

The middle-aged man said leisurely, "You are here by yourself, this is your home." ”

"My home?" It's strange to say, Wei Fei heard this, in a trance, in a daze, the misty Quartet, he seemed to be able to do his best to the bottom of his eyes, in front of him is an antique carved fence carved palace, simple and elegant, the mountain peaks in the distance are uneven, the unicorn surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds let out a clear roar, like a fairy music in unison, steel and softness, yin and yang coexist, the petals fluttering in the sky, and the fragrance comes to the nose.

Wei Fei was stunned for a while, unable to distinguish the dream reality, as if he had not woken up from a hangover, and suddenly asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Huh!" The middle-aged man laughed, "You still haven't woken up after all, I thought you would only run away for thousands of years, but now it seems that it is true." In his laughter, Wei Fei was in a trance again, only to feel that the middle-aged man who had just shocked him was hidden in the clouds and mist in an instant, unable to see clearly, was he dreaming? Wei Fei couldn't help but ask himself.

The middle-aged man's words shocked him again, "Actually, I am you, and it is you who have forgotten the memories of thousands of years." ”

"A thousand years is a long time." Wei Fei unconsciously followed. He will basically be half-asleep and half-awake, in Chen Feng's indoctrination, he has already been able to accept the theory of gods and ghosts calmly, but most of the things he encountered before have been related to feng shui cause and effect, such "I am you, you are me" mysterious and mysterious things, he still can't understand, although Chen Feng can completely explain it to him thoroughly, but as Chen Feng himself, on the one hand, he is not very able to accept such a mysterious thing, on the other hand, he has not encountered such an experience.

"Fuck." Wei Fei couldn't help but blurt out scolding, his brain was in chaos. As soon as he raised his eyes, Wei Fei saw that the little living Buddha of Miri Bala was still sitting there with a smile and a smile, maintaining his original posture.

"That's the spiritual imprint he left on you, it's just a phantom."

Wei Fei remembered that in the small restaurant, the little bald Mi Ribala once jumped on the chair with a serious face after he agreed to help, stretched out his hand on his head, and still had words in his mouth.

"Yes, that's called empowerment, and it's a tantric method that is unique to Tantra." The middle-aged man said in a strange tone, as if the empowerment seemed to him to be nothing more than that, "He has injected a brand containing his imprint into you, and at the right time, this spiritual imprint is enough to save your life." Speaking of this, the middle-aged man suddenly showed his face, "It is said that Tantra emphasizes the Dharma and ignores reason, but in fact, this little bald head still understands cause and effect." He was actually the same as Wei Fei, calling the little living Buddha of Miribala a little bald head.

Wei Fei sighed, "So, it was Dolma who attacked me just now, so the spiritual imprint that the little bald head left on me saved me?" ”

"Nope." The middle-aged man stretched out a finger and shook it gently, "I saved you." Initiation in Tantra is the great method of the lama guiding the disciples, and the beginner disciples must have the lama plant a seed in the body through the initiation, and this seed is the spiritual imprint containing the experience and perception accumulated by the lama throughout his life. ”

Wei Fei's mind flashed, "If the human body is a computer, then the Guru's empowerment is a program of compression, and this program contains the experience of the Guru and even more of the previous generation's forbearance practice, and the disciples of later generations can always have the guidance of their predecessors under the guidance of this program, and all he does is to unravel this program step by step?" ”

"Computer?" The middle-aged man paused, and then laughed, "Hehe, this statement is very novel, but the human body is indeed a biological instrument......" After a pause, the middle-aged man seemed to be organizing appropriate language to explain this "human biological instrument", "Just like the computer you said, the human body is a biological instrument, which has both a transmitter and a receiving device, taking the empowerment as an example, the spiritual imprint left by the little bald head on you is similar to an airwave signal, and his imprint itself is nothing, The key is how well your receiver converts and amplifies the signal. ”

Wei Fei's spirits were greatly lifted, it was the first time he had heard someone use modern physics to explain such a mysterious thing, and it was actually reasonable, and he was in such an ethereal place, and the person who said these words was a so-called person who existed outside the time and space for thousands of years.

"So channeling is how to adjust one's wavelength to correspond to information of the same frequency, like searching for a TV show?"

"That's pretty much it." The middle-aged man nodded, "It's just because you know that the little bald head has left the mark of his Miri Bala Living Buddha on you, so when Zhuoma absorbs your essence and blood with his mental power, the spirit of the little bald head."

The brand only keeps you alive with the last bit of clarity. ”

In this way, the little bald head was originally coming for Zhuoma. The mark he left on me was also a guard against her. But I didn't get the most out of the power he had poured into him. Wei Fei was a little puzzled, "But I'm also through the Spirit!" ”

The middle-aged man said: "The magic spell is actually the closest to the true self with mental power, and the so-called spells, such as calling the wind and rain, traveling through the clouds and fog, are only the realm of the law after all, but it is the illusion of the immortal Buddha to extradite the destined person." ”

"The devil is born from the heart, and the environment is created by the heart." Wei Fei couldn't help flashing these eight words in his mind.

The middle-aged man smiled, his words were almost like gold, like the sunshine sweeping away the dark clouds, breaking through the obstacles on the path of cultivation everywhere, but no matter how his person looked, he was still ordinary and abnormal, and it seemed that the moment Wei Fei closed his eyes and opened his eyes, he couldn't remember what he looked like.

But at this time, Wei Fei had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly remembered the ordinary man he had seen when the blood wish first appeared, after he forcibly took a piece of Qimen Xinyu from Chen Feng and broke it, "It's you?" ”

The middle-aged man was noncommittal, and continued, "To extradite mortals, you must first show miracles, and awaken the Si people intentionally or unintentionally. ”

He said that the change of the landscape in the past 30 years is a famous Buddhist case, there is a monk who said that his own way of participating in Zen, with the mountain as a thing, at the beginning of the mountain is a mountain, see the water is water, and then see the mountain is not a mountain, see the water is not water, and finally realize that the mountain is still a mountain, and the water is still water.

The middle-aged man said: "People's hearts have never been ancient, they are like still water, a little ripple can be shaken, circled, and the heart has moved, in fact, it is the Tao, a little bit of ink, can pollute the whole water, what do you mean?" ”

Wei Feileng was stunned for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Do you say that there are really ghosts in this world?" ”

The middle-aged man's reasoning, if you change it to Xingyou or Chen Feng, you will know the shock brought by this, and it will affect and subvert some so-called truths. And Wei Fei's sudden question instantly made people feel like they couldn't cry or laugh.

The middle-aged man actually replied seriously: "It's dispensable, you let it have it, you let it have it, you let it have it, heaven and earth, I am the only one!" ”

The sun rises and the moon sets, the stars move, Wei Fei only feels that the sky is spinning, and countless pictures that are difficult to clean up are constantly stuffed into his mind, "What's the matter?" Wei Fei forcibly resisted this uncomfortable feeling.

The middle-aged man shook his head secretly and withdrew his hand that was slowly pressed down. Immediately, Wei Fei felt like a reversed shot in a movie, and the information that had been forcibly added just now flew upside down one after another, and he let out a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged man sighed lightly and changed the subject, "Miribala has added an empowerment to you in the name of the Living Buddha, but you are not a disciple of Tantra, and you don't know the imprint he bestowed, but after all, he is an authentic Tibetan Buddha Esoteric, and fortunately, you have the ability to psychic and automatically digest the power he planted, otherwise I wouldn't be able to save you." ”

Wei Fei shook his head, throwing away the incomprehensible thoughts, listening to the middle-aged man say this, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the little bald head, "Did he already know that I would have such an encounter?" ”

The middle-aged man looked at Wei Fei's hand sweeping over the phantom of the little bald head, "He naturally knows, otherwise why would he take on the name of the Living Buddha, this Zhuoma is stupid by nature, but because of this, her mental power is so strong that it is rare, you must know that the root of her mental power is the wish of no return." At this point, he patted himself on the head, "Yes, you have cause and effect between you......

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the phantom of Mi Ribala, who had been sitting there with a smile, turned into a white light and retracted into Wei Fei's body, "It turns out that this mark has not yet reached the time when it takes effect, and it will not be long before it can really save your life, at that time, you have to make good use of it." ”

Wei Fei watched the image of the little bald head shrink into his supernatural powers, and listened to the middle-aged man say inexplicably, and suddenly remembered Chen Fenglai, such a thought, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, as if he was suddenly in this ethereal illusion before, without half a warning, Wei Fei found that Chen Feng traveled to Baidu and others were not far away.