"Balance is the hardest thing to master, like this wall, how high and how long and how wide does it have to be built to stop the forces of darkness from breaking through the ground? Can the power of justice suppress evil and become the mainstream of the future society? No one knows, because there is no standard to measure. Fiction () Therefore, it can only be made infinitely high, infinitely long, infinitely wide, and even infinitely existent, in order to permanently separate good from evil. The man said.

"I'd love to hear more about the Hidden Master." Lin Xuan didn't let the topic divert and asked again.

"Hidden Master?" The man smiled bitterly, "If I say that everyone in the world is a hidden treasurer, do you agree or not?" ”

Lin Xuan didn't hesitate and immediately nodded: "Agreed." ”

The reason why he answered this way was because there are many stories in ancient Chinese mythology related to the memories of past lives. If a person is born with memories of a past life, then he is a hidden master - a hidden master who is only related to himself, and the content of "hidden treasure" is his life in his previous life.

"Very well, you are very good indeed, I have not met a young man of great wisdom like you in a long time." The man said.

"So, who are you?" Lin Xuan asked.

This question is very important to him, since the other person can resemble his father, is there some kind of connection with his father?

"I'm ...... I want to explain it to you, but I'm afraid you won't understand. The man replied.

"I can, please." Lin Xuan didn't give up and continued to ask.

"I am a mind, existing in the unknown realm of earthling. If you want to write a novel, I will appear, talk to you in the image you want, and impart a lot of knowledge to you. I can also be regarded as your excavator, salvaging some of the memories that existed in your mind so that you can see them clearly. The man said.

Lin Xuan exhaled, and it took a long time to answer the word "good".

He misses his father, but he doesn't want to "recognize" him rashly, because his sixth sense simply doesn't allow him to do it so impulsively.

In this kind of confrontation in the spiritual realm, whoever has stronger mental control will have the other person's mind.

Lin Xuan was also in this situation at the moment, capturing the other party's thoughts with an overwhelming advantage in an instant, and rushed straight down the other party's thinking veins.

He felt that the other party's mind was like a long snake that was winding and swimming, running at high speed in the wilderness of memory.

The wilderness of memory is vast, and there is no end in sight, but there are no people to build houses, only the boundless wasteland.

When he saw the serpent, he immediately chased after it.

At that time, he found himself incarnated as a dragon, fierce and arrogant, cold and righteous, with a little strength, he could destroy the long snake and clear the wasteland.

Soon, he landed abruptly as he flew through the air, and the dragon's claws flew and grabbed the seven inches of the long snake.

In the genus of the Chinese, the snake is called the "little dragon", and when the little dragon sees the real dragon sky, he will definitely bow down and be captured, which is the unique law of death in the animal world.

The serpent was captured, let out a cry of despair, and recoiled the dragon's claws.

The wyvern was even angrier, and his claws flew, and he was about to kill the serpent. At that moment, he suddenly heard a mournful drum beat. When that voice came, Lin Xuan's back suddenly stood on end, because his sixth sense knew that it was the sound of drums.

People who have been in Tibet for a long time know such a legend of "Sister Drum": a lonely little girl lost her mute sister who was dependent on her, but she didn't understand why Sister Ah left home, and kept thinking of Sister Ah so big, and suddenly understood that maybe the happiness of dreams took away Sister A, and maybe it would also take away her who had grown up.

The word "Sister Drum" is not poetic, and even a little bloody and cruel. It turns out that the "Sister Drum" is a human skin drum, and in Tibet, only the holy woman's skin is equipped with the drum. The six characters of "Hum Mani Horn Moo" are the six-character mantra in Tibetan Buddhism, which encompasses all things in the world. In the minds of Tibetans, death is not terrible, it is like the birth of new life, it is a return to nature. As a part of reincarnation, life and death are equal, and only happiness and auspiciousness are the most important.

"Who's beating the drums? Where does the drum sound come from above the wasteland? Lin Xuan was stunned.

After a moment's hesitation, the snake fled, and he had to face the indifferent wasteland.

It is said that the most painful thing for a Tibetan girl is to beat the sister's drum made of her sister's skin with a drumstick.

In the era when the Tusi Touren were rampant, all Tibetan surnames were required to follow the power of the Buddha and take the Buddha as the foundation of life. Now it's a little more relaxed.

"Senior, where did the drums come from?" Lin Xuan asked.

Instead of answering directly, the man said, "You know what? "Dafang Guangyuan Jue Xiu Duo Luo Yi Sutra to Explain": Those in the world of Buddhas. Hundreds of billions of monks are just waiting for a river of numbers. There is a sand and a world in the river, showing that there are many worlds. Buddhism believes that a grain of sand can see a thousand worlds, and now it is called cosmic holography; Buddhism believes that people can cultivate tens of millions of incarnations, and science and technology can now have a rudimentary so-called 'cloning of man'; the most interesting thing is the understanding of the most basic constituent matter of things, which used to be the primordial, later thought that it was the grain, and then thought that it was the quality, and so on, in fact, it is equivalent to saying that the current understanding of the most advanced is also incomplete, and Buddhism believed as early as more than 2,000 years ago, and even earlier immeasurable light years ago, that 'all things have no self and no essence'. The emptiness of everything is the root of everything. Buddhism and Koshu go in the same direction, revealing things as they are. Since all things are empty, the truth of the creation of all things is very clear. Therefore, one sand has one world, and one sand can also see thousands of worlds. A leaf and a grass are the same, and you can also see the dust of the Pure Land world and so on. This is the truth that explains the universe of the world, and it is the truth. Understanding this truth is enlightenment, not a state of mind. Mood is the feeling of the mind, it is a feeling, and the feeling is incomplete and imperfect, limited by each person's own habits and knowledge, so everyone is different. Enlightenment is that as long as we understand, everyone will recognize the same, there is no difference, there is no difference. ”

Lin Xuan was silent, because he had understood these philosophical knowledge before, but it was really troublesome to explain it in such complicated terms, which was tantamount to over-packaging, and he didn't want outsiders to know at all.

The sound of the drum came and went, sometimes outside the wall, sometimes it seemed to be inside the wall, just behind a few Buddha statues.

"That drum sound is weird." Lin Xuan muttered to himself.

"There are many things in the world, seeing is believing, and hearing is false, so I don't know whether the existence of the drum is true or not; Only you can tell. The man said.