"Senpai." Lin Xuan shouted, and looked down, the green tendon Dao on the back of Wanlong Baoshi's hand was bulging, like a red-hot iron bar, turning red. Beneath the skin, red liquid was tumbling and surging, looking extremely terrifying.

"Don't move, try it, can you understand what happened to me?" Bandung Baoshi said.

Lin Xuan remained calm, adjusted his breathing, and let the heat flow transmitted by the other party invade.

There are about 10,000 large and small monasteries, such as Ta'er Monastery in Qinghai, Labrang Monastery in Gansu, Tashilhunpo Monastery in Shigatse, Jokhang Monastery in Lhasa, ******, Drepung Monastery and Sera Monastery...... There are also Samye Temple, Minzhuling Temple, and Changzhu Temple in the Shannan area...... I've been there all the time, and the great monks in the temple have exhausted their wisdom and comprehended what I said, but in the end they didn't get anything......

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and responded slowly and clearly: "You say, what you have experienced, I'll listen and see." ”

He knew that the Bandung Treasure Master must have had some unbelievable experience, running for a long time to find answers but not being able to do so, and had been trapped in the fog.

Ordinary people are trapped by puzzles, and over time they forget about it, and they will not deliberately trace back to their origins and disrupt their lives.

Buddhism is just the opposite, they live to solve the riddle, whether it is in the scriptures or in life, once encountered, they will see the hunting heart, forget to sleep and forget to study, do everything possible to verify, is the saying "drill the tip of the horns" realm. If a mystery is not solved, the life of these wise men will be like a fish in their throats, not vomiting or unhappy, until they go mad.

"Okay, I'll say, listen." Bandung Baoshi said.

"So, let's let go of our hands first, sit down and say, okay?" Lin Xuan asked.

Wan Long Baoshi shook his head: "No, you have to feel the changes in my body to understand the fluctuations in my thoughts." ”

Lin Xuan had no choice but to nod: "Okay, please say." ”

The following passage is what happened to the Bandung Treasure Master, and the first half of this experience should not be called "encounter", but "fortunate encounter", because he suddenly recovered from a terminally ill person to a completely healthy, energetic, energetic, and intelligent new person.

When Lin Xuan mentioned Castle Peak Monastery in Tuen Mun, Hong Kong, some of the memories of Master Wan Lung suddenly came to life, and his story began with Castle Peak Monastery.

At that time, he was suffering from at least two terminal illnesses in his body. First of all, liver cancer, after the cancer cells spread, the organs in his abdomen, including the kidneys, spleen, lungs, and pancreas, were all infected, and he did not even have the opportunity for surgery, radiotherapy, and chemotherapy. Secondly, there is a peculiar phagocytic germ in his blood, which occasionally phagocytoses a large number of red blood cells, white blood cells or platelets, causing his blood to become "waste blood", and must rely on deep hemodialysis twice a week to restrain the germ.

No hospital dared to admit him because he was a man who could die at any moment.

Fortunately, he could still choose where to die, so he boarded the plane west and entered Nepal. Since he was a child, he has had a wish that after death, he will bury his body deep in the ice and snow of Mount Everest, and become one with the snow-white earth.

He employed more than fifty workers in Kathmandu and carried him to the summit of Mount Everest with great effort. Then, he dismissed the workers and lay alone on the moor, looking up at the sky alone. He longed for a heavy snow to bury himself and say goodbye to the world, but that day was a clear sky and clouds.

Of course, he knew that "Everest Qiyun" was one of the top ten unsolved puzzles, but these were no longer his concerns, he just gasped with difficulty, waiting for the moment of farewell to this world.

He didn't count the time, and the watch he was wearing was given to Nepalese workers. According to a rough estimate, he remained motionless for about a day and night, death and heavy snow did not fall, but the flag clouds in the sky were ten times more, like thousands of white flags waving in the wind, covering the sky and the sun, and it was magnificent.

"If only these flag clouds were all snow, covering me like a quilt, it must be the most strange way of dying in the world. I didn't expect that before I died, I would be able to create the best in the world, haha, haha......" He thought of the smugness and couldn't help laughing.

He hadn't laughed for a long time since he fell ill because, according to doctors, his organs had been corroded by cancer cells, and even a little hard gasping could trigger an implosion of his organs.

"Death is death, laughing death is also a fun way to die!" He kept laughing, even for more than half an hour.

When he was tired of laughing, he found that ten paces away stood a large eagle with burning eyes and a handsome appearance, which was gathering its wings and staring straight at him.

The alpine vultures could smell the corpse aura emanating from the dying in advance, and this time he felt that he was about to die, and his heart was calm.

"Are you here to eat me?" He asked the eagle freely.

The Great Eagle just stared at him, his eyes blinking occasionally.

"True heroes are those who look at death as if they were at home. Some people fear death, but heroes see death as simple as returning home at night. He said again.

Suddenly, he heard a strange and tactful low cry from the great eagle, three syllables, the last of which was raised at the end as if a human had asked a question.

He laughed again: "What? Can you even speak? Repeat this again and see if I can guess what you said? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the eagle repeated the cry he had just made.

Before human beings are about to die, they will enter a stage of high spirit, clear consciousness, sharp thinking, and clear hearing and hearing, which is often called "returning to the light".

It was during the "Returning to the Light" that he met the Great Eagle, so it was very easy to tell that the cry represented the words "really".

When ordinary people encounter such a strange thing as the big eagle talking, they will be frightened and retreat, and they will be frightened. However, one of his bodies could not move, and the other was already thinking that he would die, and he was no longer afraid of death, but could communicate with the eagle calmly.

"Of course it's true, I'm a half-dead man, and death is a relief for me. If you don't believe me, will you have a trace of fear when you look at me from now until you breathe? He said.

The eagle walked lightly, approached him, leaned forward, and gazed into his face.

This time, he was sure that the great eagle could understand human speech. Before he died, he could encounter such an interesting thing, and for him, he should be grateful for this little happiness from God's gift.

The eagle called a few more times, and walked around him a few times, flapping its wings continuously.

He calmed down, trying to understand what the eagle meant, and intermittently understood the call.

The big eagle was saying, "You're so funny, people like you don't deserve to die, if you want not to die, I have a way." ”

He laughed because he himself was so sick that even the doctors of the world's famous hospitals avoided him, for fear that he would die at his own hands and ruin his reputation.

"What do you have to keep me from dying?" He asked curiously.

The Great Eagle stopped, its head close to his face, a pair of russet eagle eyes staring straight into his eyes. Steeply, the eagle flapped its wings and leaped upward, its talons grabbing the placket and belt of his mountaineering suit and carrying him into the air.