"The poor monk recites the scriptures and meditates with a pure heart, and knows whether he has changed in the morning and evening. There is no slackness in the practice of keeping the vows. How can you not be an honest monk? Yuan Xing said lightly: "As for not being able to become enlightened, maybe the root nature is not good, and fate has not yet arrived." ”

The monk sneered: "As the reincarnation of the great power of Buddhism, are you embarrassed to say that your root nature is not good?" With the merits and relics of Buddhism, are you sure that fate has not yet arrived? ”

Yuan Xing turned his head, since he became a monk, it was the first time he felt that someone was so annoying, and what made him feel even more awkward was that this person was still his own in his previous life.

"I know what your obsession is, and I'm just unwilling in my heart." The monk smiled and said, "Well, I knew that you didn't want to inherit the karma sect, and I didn't force it." Now that you have enough energy, I'll help you......"

Before the words fell, the mirror in front of him emitted a bright light and shadow, and then like a silk thread, it surrounded his body little by little, and after a while, a colorful light cluster was formed.

He tried to struggle, but his body refused to obey, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier, gradually closing. It seems that someone is chanting the scriptures, but there seems to be something in between, and the specific content is not clear. I felt like I was floating upward, like a wisp of smoke. All the memories became blurry, and the relatives, friends, masters, and brothers in the memories were like smoke, and the wind came towards them, blowing them far, far away. His consciousness floated upward, and those who wanted to leave, those who did not want to leave, those who missed it, and those who were reluctant were all gone......

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What would it be like for a person to lose himself? I can't remember my relatives and friends, I can't remember my hometown and identity, and I can't even forget who I am and what I believe in.

You can only survive according to your instincts, and there is only one thought in your mind, you should practice, continue to walk, and look at it in order to find yourself.

So, when he was tired, he looked for a place to meditate for the night, and when he was hungry, he could eat grass roots, tree bark, wild vegetables, and wild fruits. One shoe was so rotten that it couldn't hang on his feet, so he simply threw it off. The clothes are torn, as long as they barely cover their bodies, who cares about it?

He seemed to have something unseen on his shoulders perpetually, extremely heavy, and always feeling unusually tired.

He insisted on walking for a long time, passing through one lively street after another, and the people who came and went in his eyes, there were no faces, no gender, just clusters of light and shadow.

He felt as if his hands and feet were no longer his own, so he found a place to rest. There was always a voice in his ears urging him, give up, you don't have to work so hard to give up.

He wondered, gave up? What should he give up?

I can't figure it out, so I've been thinking that someone is going to wake him up during the period, and he's so busy that he doesn't have time to deal with it.

Someone threw a stone at him, it hurt a little, forget it, he was too lazy to move, he didn't care.

Someone takes something from him, whatever, it's so tiring! I don't want to care about it.

Until he felt that he had rested enough, he ate the apple that appeared in front of him at some point, and with some strength, he staggered on.

Sometimes I feel pain, dizziness, and beatings all the time; The bones are sore, as if soaked in water; The flesh and skin of the feet are peeled off, and each step is like a knife cutting the bone; The skin seems to be buried with needles, and the wind blows, stinging and unbearable; The five internal organs and six internal organs grow together, and when they sit and lie down once, they will toss and stir once.

I don't know how long I endured it, maybe because he was numb, the pain gradually faded, and his mood was relieved.

At this time, he was happy, because he could always see the grass all over the mountain and the peach blossoms in his eyes.

He climbed a mountain, and he saw the nascent morning sun and the endless clouds, and in the distance there were mountain peaks looming and floating on the clouds.

I seem to have seen a similar beauty in my memory, but the picture flashed in my mind, but it was a small figure staggering on the beach, two tall shadows behind me nervously protecting, and just like today, the sun cast orange light on the horizon, and in the laughter, the three shadows illuminated the old elder.

Unconsciously, my face was wet, and my tears couldn't stop flowing, I don't know if the pain hit again, or if it was blown by the wind......

Sometimes happy, he will stare at the flower bone without blinking until it blooms. Life is so wonderful, isn't it?

Sometimes sadly, the bees died, lying in the blades of grass, dragged back into their burrows by the ants. What is the meaning of the cycle of life and death?

Sometimes he was bored, and when he walked through a city, he was followed by some shadows, noisy, and holding strange things at him, and every time the dazzling light flashed, his eyes were dazzled.

Sometimes I am also distressed, the river in front of me is so wide and big, it seems that there is no end in sight, how can I cross it? After he hesitated on the shore for a long time, he finally took a step, someone grabbed his arm, seemed to be calling a name, some familiar, but he really couldn't remember, he gently shook it off, put his hands together, stepped on the water and walked to the opposite bank, farther and farther, there were faint bursts of crying behind him, and he couldn't help but look back, but it was just a few shadows that couldn't distinguish his face, and for some reason, his heart hurt again.

He walked through the streets, through the fields, through the moors, through the jungles, and some bowed down to him, some offered food, some disgusted and drove away, and some followed.

But none of this slowed him down, and as he walked farther and faster, the people behind him were thrown off.

Then, on a moonlit night, he woke up......

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"This image ......" Yuan Xing looked at his own appearance in the river, and indescribable complex emotions surged in his heart.

I saw a thin skeleton-like figure reflected in the water, with tattered and dirty clothes, which could only cover the important parts of the body. The beard was long, and the face was so thin that it looked really indescribable, and it was no wonder that some people saw him and wanted to drive him away, this is a dried corpse with rags.

He touched his body, and sure enough, the wallet and mobile phone were not there.

Ignoring the cold water of the river, he jumped in and rubbed his body violently, washing away the next layer of ash stains before he felt more comfortable.

"What can I do?" When he got ashore, he found a large rock at random and sat down. I also secretly worried in my heart. He didn't know where he had gone, and he didn't know how to get back to his hometown. But according to his ability, these things are very easy to solve, even if he has no money and no identification, he has a way to rush back to the island city as soon as possible. But the biggest question he faces now is, how to explain it to his parents?

In the previous days, his mind had been in a very delicate state, and he really couldn't say that he was awake, so that he couldn't figure out how long this practice had lasted, whether it was a few months or a few years, because many details were extremely vague when he thought about it now, and even like a dream, he couldn't tell which thing was true and which was false.

However, one thing is certain, he appeared in front of the people by the river, and with the power of Huaizhen's consciousness, he was able to cross the river by treading water, and even used the divine foot of Buddhism many times. But these are not the reasons why he is entangled, and he believes that with the strength of the Governor's Mansion, he can solve this incident.

What he was worried about was that it was his parents who rushed to the river when they heard the news. Although his memory was vague, those few cries of despair still made him feel painful when he recalled it now......