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A few days ago, a friend talked about the experience of inviting a disc fairy in the girl's dormitory when he first went to college, and he suddenly dissuaded me with a serious face that I must not play this kind of game of dealing with ghosts and gods. This friend was a teenager, but he often said that his life was short, and his friends laughed at him for being unfounded, until he told me about one of his own experiences, and I felt strange. Here's what I tell my friend in the first person: Two years ago in August, my girlfriend and I went on a tour to Tibet. The tour departs from Lhasa, and on the second day, the car leaves Lhasa and travels all the way up until it stops in front of a temple, about 8 hours from Lhasa. At that time, the tour guide introduced that the temple has been closed to the public for a long time, and recently coincided with the grand event of Tibetan Buddhism, so it was for visitors and believers to visit. During the free time, the group members scattered to take photos and shop, and my girlfriend and I went to the little lama in front of the temple to sell souvenirs, intending to buy Hada. At that time, there was an old lama sitting motionless behind several young lamas, chanting sutras with his eyes closed. Just as I was paying, I was caught by someone on the wrist and grabbed it very tightly, and when I saw it again, it was the old lama who grabbed me. I was puzzled and my wrist was scratched so badly that I asked him loudly, "What are you doing, let it go!" The old lama did not let go, and while holding me tightly, he said, "This benefactor, please go and burn the three pillars of high incense first, and then follow me to meet someone." The high incense burned in the local area is extremely thick and long, 3,000 yuan per column, and my first reaction at that time was that I encountered a fraud of money, so I replied angrily: "I don't have money to burn incense, you let me go." The old lama hurriedly said, "No, I will never take your money, I promise, you can come with me." ”

I couldn't break free, and I was very unhappy in my heart, and I quarreled with him sharply. The people of the tour group all came forward, gossiping that the old lama was a person who cheated money, and when he saw that he would not let go of my hand, someone came forward to pull him, but he grabbed him very tightly, and several people pulled him away. I turned around and left, but the old lama kept following me, saying that it was okay not to burn incense, but that I must go with him to meet someone, and the more he talked, the more anxious he became, almost with a crying tone. I couldn't get annoyed, the tour group was about to leave, so I went back to the car, but I didn't expect the old lama to hold on to the car door and not let the car leave. Many people around persuaded each other, and some young lamas came to try to pull the old lama away, but the old lama said something to them in Tibetan, so they also let the old lama hold the car door. After a long stalemate, I sat in the last row of the carriage, not feeling anything special, just annoyed and numb. The old lama was finally pulled away by the people around him, and the car started. I looked back and suddenly saw the old lama chasing after me. His thin figure brought me an inexplicable shock, and I saw him keep chasing and screaming, until the car drove faster and faster, and he chased more than a hundred meters before stopping in disappointment. I didn't take this matter seriously for the rest of my trip

Above. On the day I returned to Chengdu from Tibet, I had a high fever as soon as I got home. No matter how to take medicine to see a doctor, it is ineffective, and after a week, I am helpless. My mother, who is a devout Buddhist, was surprised and asked me if anything strange had happened in Tibet. At that time, his mother's friend was going to Tibet, so his mother asked him to go to the temple to find out. A friend called from Tibet to tell his mother that there was indeed such a temple, but for decades it was only opened during a major Tibetan Buddhist event some time ago, and now it is no longer open to the public, and the old lama has no way to find it. My mother went to the temple on Mount Emei to find a famous mage, and the master said that he didn't know anything about tantra, but I must have offended the gods. When my mother came back, she removed all the amulets from me as she said, and sure enough, she immediately retreated. The Master said that not only should I not wear any more amulets, but I should not even enter the temple, otherwise it would be even more calamity. At this time, I saw a printout of a photograph taken in Tibet. Strange things, whenever there is a picture of me in the picture, my image is blurred. And when I saw the group photo of the tour group, I felt even more creepy.

It turned out that in the group photo, everyone else took it quite clearly, but I was blurred, and the most terrible thing was that there was a white shadow on my head clearly from the photo, which looked like a baby's head! After that, my mother often went to Emeishan Temple to pray for me. More than half a year later, on the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, when my friends and I were out all night, we decided to go to the temple to burn incense later. As soon as we decided to go to the temple, we were caught in a fight, and I was stabbed in the abdomen and almost died. My mother remembered that the Venerable Master had said that I could not enter the temple, and that the serious injuries I had had to do with the fact that I had offended the gods. It has been two years since this happened, and within two years, my mother has been to Tibet for me to look for the lama and pray for me at the major monasteries. In Tibet, a high monk told my mother that even if I found that lama, it would not be useful to me, that fate was a matter of moments, and after that certain day, fate would disappear. When I told others about this, most of them laughed and thought I was worrying about myself and scared myself. But sometimes when I think about it, I break out in a cold sweat. I didn't know if it could be resolved, the only thing I knew was that my life wouldn't

Long. My friend's narration was very flat, and I was in a bustling and lively environment at the time, but for some reason, I felt an inexplicable strong tremble. His experience is only related to the Tibetan Buddhist event at that time, but I don't know what it is. I have written about his experience here, hoping to hear your thoughts and ideas, and I do not believe that there is no way to resolve the offense against the gods. 2. At that time, I was in my first year of high school, and I went to her aunt's house with my best friend JL every day (at that time, it was fashionable to eat at the family's place). After the class meeting that afternoon, I got out of school early, and JL and I went back to my aunt's house to get the book, and I still clearly remember that we went to get Jin Yong's "Heaven and Dragon Slayer". We walked every day, and it took us more than 5 hours to walk on the road that took 15 minutes by bicycle. Because I couldn't find my aunt's house, which I could walk to with my eyes closed. We rode our bicycles back and forth many times, but we couldn't find my aunt's house anyway, and the straight road became the same (Chengdu Shuinianhe Street

It's already dark. Later, I asked a lot of people, and some people had the same experience as us. They say it's called a roadblocker, or a lost ghost. Anyway, after encountering the roadblock, my sense of direction became very poor and very poor. Maybe there is a shadow in my heart. But JL she still hasn't changed much, and she still has a good sense of direction. It wasn't until my mom once she couldn't find her unit on her way to work that I started reading a lot of weird books hoping to find an explanation. 3. This kind of thing has also happened to one of my close friends! He said that when he was in the sixth grade of primary school, he went to the teacher's house to tutor in the evening. Every night after tutoring, I walked home by myself. One night, after finishing tutoring, he walked home the way he had walked for n years, only to find that he had walked for two hours after ten minutes! He said there was a turn in his house, but he couldn't find it! He walked for two hours on the road he had been walking for n years, and his mother found her son while collecting clothes on the balcony upstairs of his house. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.