There are many things and phenomena in this world that are difficult to explain, such as a kind of death phenomenon that occurs during the Great Perfection of Tibetan Tantric practice - "rainbow transformation", when the monk passes away, his physical body turns into a rainbow and enters the immeasurable palace of the empty pure land called by Buddhism. Another example is the body hanging in the air.

The suspension here does not refer to the tricks of magic that use Wia and steel wires to deceive people's vision, but purely use people's mental power to support the physical body. There is a saying in Western Europe that "render to God what is God's, and to Caesar's to Caesar's", in which God's rule refers to the spiritual realm.

The reason why the world has so much respect for the Path is because it is the realm of God.

People are not spirits, the physical body is suspended in the air, this requires the ability that ordinary people can not understand, people in ancient times described Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, as having "the power of the top", that is to say, I have not seen a person who can do it. It's not that it's difficult, it's that the method doesn't work, and the direction is different, for example, if you ask a person who is studying computer science to build a house, it's really a bit difficult for others. However, although the direction is different, there are not many people who can make their mental power support themselves in the air, just as it is true that fellow practitioners who are able to collect secrets are rarely able to rainbow.

Each of these is a legend.

However, these were not things that surprised me, what really surprised me was that I had actually seen this monk in a red robe, and just a few days ago in the afternoon, this old monk with a delicate-eyed disciple walked slowly out of the village of Cuomuk, and he looked at me meaningfully, and then left without looking back, letting the setting sun stretch his shadow obliquely, and then disappear into the verdant forest, without looking back. At the time, we thought they were two ordinary monks, and we were even worried about the danger they would encounter in the jungle.

The world is so big, and it's so small.

It is round.

The two of us watched in amazement as the monk floated for several minutes, above the woods not far away. By the time we reacted and were ready to make contact, the old monk had disappeared. It took us ten minutes to come to the forest where we had just seen him, and there was no one to be seen, but there were a pair of footprints half a foot deep into the ground in the decay of leaves in the forest, as well as some messy traces.

I don't know if the old monk was an enemy or a friend, but when I saw such a brilliant person and couldn't make friends, I felt a little lost in my heart, and I regretted my dementia and dullness just now—this was the second time I saw Guru Panzhi, a monk from Wat Chi Di Lung, Chiang Mai, Thailand, and I didn't think of his identity at the time, and I didn't anticipate what role he would play in my whole life.

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In the dark jungle, we did not find the old monk again, except for the unknown kind of birdsong and insect chirping in the jungle.

We didn't continue to search, firstly, because we did not know whether we were friends or enemies, for fear of accidents, and secondly, there was no trace of them, and everything was like a dream, as if it were our own hallucination. I am a person with strong self-control, I can suppress my curiosity, what is urgent, what is urgent, I can still carry it clearly, so I continue to walk with Yao Yuan.

Walking in the dark rainforest, I often do it these days, but Yao Yuan is not used to this matter, stumbling along the way, sighing, almost wanting to rely on it and refuse to go. However, since he saw the monk who was floating in the air, he also came to the spirit, and while walking in front, he turned back to me and said that this is a kind of supernatural power in Theravada Buddhism, which has been cultivated to a very high level, and he has often heard people talk about it, but after living for 57 years, he has never really seen it. The ancients said that "if you hear the Tao, you can die at night", and now it seems that even if he dies in this rainforest today, this life will not be in vain.

He sighed very much, just like the believers in religion who see miracles, seem to see through life and death in an instant.

Yao Yuan seemed to accept his fate, and as he walked, he chattered to me about the situation these days, and he told me that Venerable Shanzang was a person with great means, not to mention that he was an abbot in the dilapidated pagoda of such a small mountain village, practicing hard day and night, like an ascetic, but his status was very high, and he was the fifth person in that organization......

I was walking with a rifle on my back and a wooden stick on my back, and when I heard him say this, I asked in confusion: "Organization, what organization, is it Chinuka?" ”

Yao Yuan looked back at me and said that you know the Dao Chenuka, but you are not.

The Chinuka is a pure guild of head descenders, the connection between the members is not close, and it belongs to a loose alliance, but the old monk Shanzang is not, the hierarchy is very strict, and it is like an army. However, their reputation is not obvious, and most people don't know about it, and outsiders only know that the road is inside the mountain. Of course, you have also seen it, in fact, their influence is very large, you look at me in Putian, Fujian, thousands of miles away, all of them are in his way, you say, where does the general organization have this kind of strength?

Yao Yuan seemed to talk about sex, maybe in this darkness, his way to avoid fear was to dig out the words in his heart.

I was also happy to listen to him talk about it, in fact, if I thought about it carefully, there were still some contradictions in it, but I didn't refute it, and I talked to him while watching the road. However, after going on like this for two hours, Yao Yuan finally couldn't support it anymore, and told me with a painful face that he couldn't go on. Along the way, we don't know how many snakes and insects we encountered on the road, and the complicated road conditions frightened this old man who had always lived by fortune telling, until he came to a small stream, Yao Yuan begged me bitterly, saying no, spare him, rest here for the night, and walk again tomorrow morning.

I looked at the time, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

To be honest, not only him, but I was also basically exhausted after a day's drive. Without the little demon Duoduo, it is too risky to walk in the dark, and you may run to the cliff while walking. And although there are fat bugs to help guide you, you can't guarantee the correct route. So I agreed with him, got some dry wood, and made a fire by the flat depression by the brook. In fact, there is a certain risk in starting a fire in the forest, because the burning flame can easily attract mosquitoes and large animals, so we didn't make a fire in order to avoid trouble a few days ago. However, for Yao Yuan, all threats do not seem to be as terrifying as darkness.

After making a fire, I skinned and washed the two long snakes slaughtered on the road, and then roasted them on the bonfire, and I used one Yao Yuan and one Yao Yuan as dinner.

However, Yao Yuan excused himself, saying that he was a layman at home, and he couldn't eat meat, but just ate some wild mangoes and wild bananas picked on the road.

I also consumed most of my physical strength along the way, and when I saw him say this, I was so happy that I swallowed these two roasted snakes. The two of us sat around the campfire, and the fat bugs did not show their faces, but silently enjoyed seeing the mosquitoes flying from the campfire nearby.

These are all food, and the fat worm is so happy that he is crying.

It is worth mentioning that in the jungle of Southeast Asia, mosquitoes are surprisingly large, and others say that three mosquitoes are a dish, which is what they say. These mosquitoes are fierce and poisonous, they are the biggest killers in the forest, Yao Yuan was most worried about this thing before, but he didn't encounter many along the way, and he was a little surprised. But he thought it was my means, and after asking a few questions, he didn't talk about it anymore.

I escorted Yao Yuan here, mainly because I wanted him to follow the method and untie the puppet stand-in for the miscellaneous hairy Xiaodao, and the others didn't have too many ideas. And although he was a little worried about the head-lowering technique he had mastered, he had a somewhat free feeling of being able to escape from the scene, and it was also relaxed. Tired from the journey, neither of us said anything more, and fell asleep tired by the campfire.

Because of the fat bugs, I didn't worry too much and slept deeply. But I was very sensitive, and when I was sleeping in a daze, my heart suddenly moved, and when I opened my eyes and looked forward, I saw that the figure next to the bonfire was empty, and I couldn't see Yao Yuan's figure anymore. I was scared into a cold sweat on my back, and my drowsiness disappeared immediately, and I stood up and looked around, but I didn't find any trace. I immediately called out to the fat bug, and it was obedient, and flew out of the dark grass, stopping on my palm, shaking its head, and its black eyes blinking.

It's half past four.

From the fat worm, I learned a thing: Yao Yuan secretly got up after we fell asleep for more than an hour, he was a very shrewd person, and he knew that people like me were the most sensitive to life and death, so after getting up, he didn't do me any harm, and didn't even take anything, but tiptoed away. Because of this, the fat bug didn't care about him, but stood guard and patrolled me wholeheartedly. His shrewdness saved him, but what made me wonder was where Yao Yuan could run in this dark night, in the vast mountains and jungles?

After such an incident, I naturally had no way to rest anymore, so I extinguished the bonfire, swept away the traces, and continued to walk towards the river.

I arrived at the riverside in the afternoon of the next day. The thing that made me doubt was that the Japanese hanging from the banyan tree by the river had disappeared. Was it his accomplices who came and collected the body for him? I watched the perimeter for a long time before cautiously approaching the hiding place of the Miscellaneous Trail. However, when I pushed through the grass and walked into the hole, something happened that made me feel cold.

Miscellaneous trail, he's gone.