After lunch, my dad forced me to do ten more push-ups in a clearing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 According to him, no matter where you are, remember to exercise! Then the family of three cycled to a thrift market in the city, where there were many stalls, most of which sold old books and magazines, but occasionally sold old money and handicrafts. We walked around and finally settled on a statue of Guanyin. This statue of Guanyin is crystal white, according to the stall owner, it is made of white marble, and the visual height is about the same as the optimus prime that Dr. Yang gave me.

Maybe it's because of the experience when I was four years old, I have a sense of fear of this kind of stone statue, you must know that the two stone lions at the door of my father's unit lived in two yin cha from the underworld, forming an evil array against the sky, and was stunned to connect the road opposite the factory gate and the Huangquan Road in the underworld! Therefore, whether it is a bodhisattva of great compassion or a Buddha with the light of the Buddha, when I see the crystal white of the whole body, I think of the miserable whiteness of the stone lion statue in the dark night, and the red blood oozing from the mouth.

Luckily, this thing is expensive enough, a thousand dollars! This price immediately dispelled the idea of inviting it home, knowing that it cost a small 1,000 just to buy gifts this morning!

Immediately afterward, my dad took aim at a wall chart with three Buddha statues.

This is a Buddhist painting, the inscription in the lower left corner reads: "The Three Sages of the West", in the center of the painting is a standing Buddha, there is a Buddha light behind his head, one hand is sealed, the other hand is naturally drooping, the eyes are slightly closed, the eyebrows are white, the face is delicate, and the expression is serene. It looks like it gives people a very comfortable feeling, at least I have a very good impression of this thing at first sight, which is what the young woman is commonly known for when they meet on a blind date: "have a feeling".

On the left and right sides of the Buddha stood a bodhisattva, equally at ease. There are a total of three characters in this painting, according to the stall owner, the one in the middle is the Amida Buddha of the Western Elysium, that is, the Amida Buddha that many Buddhists often recite in their mouths, the bodhisattva on the left is Guanyin, which is very familiar to Chinese, and the one on the right, if not a person who specializes in Buddhism, may not be very familiar, called: "The Great Trend to the Bodhisattva". The stall owner said that once the Bodhisattva of the Great Trend is on the road, the vibration of his footsteps is enough to permeate the entire universe, and it has an incredible mighty momentum, so it is called the Great Trend to the Bodhisattva.

I listened attentively to the introduction, and these contents naturally entered my mind, and I easily remembered them, unlike the eye-opening method that Dr. Yin once introduced to me, what is dewy, what is seventy-seven forty-nine, so tedious and difficult to remember.

Why is it that my not very bright brain can easily write down these things? I didn't even know it, but I felt as if I knew it well, even if I didn't listen to him. I couldn't help but start thinking crankily again, Dr. Yin said that I have a background, isn't it that I was covered by the Buddha in the Great Leiyin Temple in my last life? But I always feel that something is wrong, according to the Journey to the West, Master Tang finally came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to prepare to take over the scriptures to the east, so the Buddha's left and right protectors Ananda and Jiaye didn't care about Tang Seng's personnel? How could such an honest and well-behaved child of mine be in the same league with those obscene bald heads in his last life?

No, definitely not.

Just as I was wandering, my dad cheered and pulled me back to reality.

"Okay, this is good, let's just want this!" My dad slapped the board, and asked the price, three hundred!

When my dad heard the price, he hesitated and immediately reasoned with the stall owner. According to his logic, a stone statue that is so heavy sells for 1,000, and a paper painting costs 300, which feels a little unreasonable in terms of cost performance. In his opinion, this painting should be much cheaper than the stone statue.

The stall owner was also patient and explained to my dad that the painting had been consecrated by the monks and possessed by a true spirit, which could not be measured by price. However, the stall owner immediately argued from the opposite side, since a stone statue sells for 1,000 and a painting costs 300, it is better to add 700 to buy a stone statue.

I said to my dad that I was very pleasing to the eye and comfortable to look at, so I might as well buy it.

After much consideration, coupled with my affection for this Buddhist painting, my dad finally decided to buy that Buddhist painting, and his reasons are as follows: the stone statue is Guanyin, only the mana of Guanyin, and that painting is painted with a Buddha and two Bodhisattvas, in terms of mana, it must be bigger than a Guanyin, and it is cheaper, so it is more cost-effective to buy the painting!

He said that he was inviting a bodhisattva, but in fact, he had been thinking about it from the beginning to the end!

On the way home, my dad told me that he would rely on the Buddha to cover me in the future, and promised not to encounter any more messy things and messy things.

In fact, my dad's behavior is a typical evasion. The psychology is like this: if you can't go on one road, you don't think about how to conquer the difficulties on the road, but you want to change the road, and you always feel that another road will always be easier than this one. When he knew that I was gifted and easy to attract ghosts, he didn't think about how to channel this ability, but wanted to deliberately close it, and this was the first time he escaped. When faced with the evil consequences of closing my talent, I didn't want to correct the previous mistakes, but instead thought about completely drawing a line with the only person who could help me, and then took a different path to find the so-called Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

In fact, many young people now have this mentality, and they feel uncomfortable working in a work unit, and they will change jobs at every turn, and they always feel that another unit will be more positive than now

It is better to be in the place of work, but I don't know that if I don't change myself, no matter where I go, I will encounter the same problem. You feel that your current colleagues in your workplace are all dogs, and if you jump to other workplaces, maybe all your colleagues there are wolves.

People are all the same, they all have the same seven emotions and six desires, they have the same selfishness, and there will not be any place like heaven, where all the people around you revolve around you unconditionally, consider you, and don't let you be wronged. In fact, when we encounter things, the only thing we can grasp is the present. But at the time, my dad didn't understand this, and I didn't have any idea at all.

Anyway, I finally invited the gods back.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, we returned home. My dad chose a spot on the wall of my room, ordered nails, and hung the picture on it.

However, please come back, please come back, how to provide the law, everyone has no idea. Our family, horizontally speaking, my grandfather was an old revolutionary, who participated in the Liberation War back then, and didn't believe in any gods, ghosts, and monsters. My grandmother's sect is a little less cultural, although she knows a little bit about rural witches, but she doesn't know anything about the religious teachings of the Eight Classics. Three more generations up, and there is no one who believes in Buddhism.

What to do?