Touching my conscience, I feel that the evil lama was definitely not a high-ranking monk when he was alive.

Compared with Luo's predecessors, this monk has a lot less indescribable breath, maybe it's Buddha nature, right? Or could it be goodness?

This thing really can't be explained in words, you can only feel it yourself.

Anyway, in my opinion, the whole unjust temperament of the evil lama is not like a monk, but more like a pyramid scheme.

"You're telling me to think less?" I looked at it, raised my hand, and pointed to my head: "I think a little less, Master Zu will have to think a little more, the rules and dogma are there, if I are"

"You probably didn't see what I meant." The evil lama waved his hand, and his tone was very calm, and it didn't seem like he was fooling me, but it gave me the feeling that the old-timers were teaching the juniors: "What I said was, relax. ”

Seriously, I kind of regret coming to this old grandson.

Damn, I've heard this set of words dozens of times, the blind boss said this to me, Shen Han also told me this, whenever I met those dirty jobs, they would say this to me.

Just relax and do your best.

But what's the use of that?

"You don't think I'm right?" The evil lama asked me.

I frowned, looked at it, and shook my head: "It's not wrong, it's useless for me"

"There must have been a lot of people who have told you that, right?" The evil lama laughed.

I hummed, didn't say anything more, sat down on the floor, lit another cigarette, and smoked silently.

Seeing that I was not very interested, the evil lama didn't care, so he took care of himself and played with the Buddhist beads with his hand and asked me.

"You've heard that, but have you listened to it?"

"Listened." I replied without hesitation, looking a little impatient: "But what's the use?" I know that's true, but I'm just"

The evil lama shook his head and interrupted me.

"You listened to it and understood it, but you couldn't control your thoughts at all, did you?"

"Yes, otherwise how could someone say that I have heard thousands of truths but still can't live this life?" In an extremely literary tone, I talked to the evil lama: "It is one thing to listen to the truth, and it is another thing to be able to do things clearly." ”

"Actually, a situation like yours is easy to solve." The evil lama suddenly laughed.

Hearing this, I glanced at it, but it didn't squeak.

"The kinder the person, the more likely he is to be extreme, and the more extreme the person is because of kindness, the better it is to return to the right path." The evil lama asked me in a low voice, "Shall we speak in a different way?" ”

"A different way?" I was stunned: "Call or chat QQ?" It won't be WeChat, right? ”

The evil lama didn't seem to have the heart to laugh with me, his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at me for a moment, and then stood up.

In the process, I didn't speak, I looked at it intently, and muttered in my heart.

What does this grandson want to do?

Suddenly, the evil lama bent his legs, jumped up on the spot, and then reached out and grabbed the bronze oil lamp and took it down.

In the hands of the evil lama, the flame in the oil lamp became much larger, and the orange-red flames were a foot high.

If the light that came out of the lamp before, it represents warmth.

At this moment, the orange-red light emitted by this lamp made me feel an indescribable tranquility.

It's true.

It was as if the world had fallen into darkness unconsciously, and the only place of light was around the oil lamp in front of me.

I looked at the bronze oil lamp with a dull expression, not only my eyes calmed down, but I lost the impatience just now, and even my heart turned into a pool of stagnant water.

Don't think about anything anymore.

Don't worry about anything anymore.

It was a very quiet state.

"Most of the gentlemen in the world are temperamental, and there are many people like you."

As he spoke, the evil lama slowly placed the bronze oil lamp on the ground, and then sat cross-legged with me in front of the lamp, and muttered to me as if talking to himself.

"People like you have big hearts, but no matter how big they are, they can't be as big as the troubles that this world has caused you."

"You don't think it's troublesome, you don't think that the living are looking for death by yourself, it's just that you're simply disappointed in this world, that's all."

"But have you ever thought that you will hide so many resentments in your heart, in fact, it has something to do with your heart."

"Nature?" I looked at the light of the fire in the oil lamp, and my expression became confused.

"Yes, the mind." The evil lama said, "I have met many gentlemen, and some of them have a much stronger heart than you. ”

I nodded, and didn't say anything.

"There's one person in it that you should know." The evil lama said.

"Who?" I asked in passing.

The evil lama smiled, looked at me deeply, and said.

"Jin Dacai."

As soon as the words fell, the evil lama thought for a while, and nodded as if talking to himself: "If you have a wide heart, you will be fat, and it is no wonder that the future life will be so fat." ”

Fuck me.

It's talking about the fat uncle?!!

Jin Dacai, isn't this the name of Uncle Fat?!!

"Have you ever seen a fat uncle?" I looked at it curiously.

"Fat uncle?" The evil lama laughed, and his voice was very harsh: "That kid is indeed quite fat, according to your generation and age, you call him uncle, this should also be." ”

"I don't think you speak like a monk," I smacked my lips.

"Not like a monk?" The evil lama was stunned and didn't continue to laugh, but nodded thoughtfully: "I think so too." ”

The state of mind that had calmed down just now, at this moment, I felt that this grandson had disturbed me again.

Damn it.

I've never seen a monk like this.

At the beginning, before the two sides communicated much, it gave me a kind of superior style, with few words, and a retro mummy style, which I have to admire.

But after chatting for a while, I found that it had a lot of words, but it didn't give me any feeling of being a monk, but it looked like a pyramid scheme specializing in spreading chicken soup for the soul.

"What I need to do now is to clean up the negative things in your body first." The evil lama stretched out his hand and shook his index finger at the flames of the bronze oil lamp, as if he was not afraid that the flames would burn him.

He dangled his finger over the flame and said to me, "Do you know how I'm going to clean these things?" ”

"What are you going to do?" I asked, confused.

The evil lama smiled, his eyes shining with excitement, and said to me word by word.

"Burn it with fire."

Hearing these four words, I had an epiphany in an instant, fuck, no wonder this grandson is so unreliable, I feel that he was a wheel cultivator before his death!!

"Let's say okay first, I don't belong to the cult, don't drag me whatever you want." I waved my hand and stood up very simply, without hesitation at all: "Self. Burn something, you play by yourself, I'll just take a look, I haven't lived enough, it's too early to go to the West Heaven Bliss now. ”

"What do you mean by that?" The evil lama looked at me in a daze, as if he didn't understand what I was saying.

"Look at your bandage strip, you must have been disobedient when you were alive and burned yourself with fire, right?" I said to the evil lama with a heartache: "The cult of the dog day is harmful!! ”

The evil lama seemed to have eased up a little now, but he was silent for half a minute, and then asked me, "Do you think I am a cult method?" ”

"yes, hey, I didn't say it, old-timer, I asked you something." I cautiously squatted down, leaned into the evil lama's ear, and asked him in a low voice, "Did you practice wheel gong when you were alive?" ”

"Wheel Gong?" The evil lama sneered: "You think I had this thing when I was alive? ”

Before I could finish speaking, the evil lama didn't know if he was stimulated or determined to drag me into the opposition. The party is in the quagmire.

I saw it jerk up the bronze oil lamp and look at me with fierce eyes.

"What are you going to do??" I trembled and took a few steps back, ready to run.

"Burn you."

The evil lama said, and then, without the slightest hesitation, it directly raised its hand and splashed out the liquid things in the bronze oil lamp.

These things are coming straight at me.

It smells, like oil.

"!! Fast!!! Hurry up and get water to put out the fire!! ”