Son? Childe?"

Tang Ping sat up from the bed suddenly, heard Xiao Luo's voice outside the room, and said with a slight gasp, "Xiao Luo, get up, come out immediately."

When Tang Ping opened the door and went out, Xiao Luo looked at his somewhat pale face and said with disgust, "I told them not to drink so much wine with Gongzi, especially that monk, who will never finish drinking."

But Tang Ping knew that the reason why he got up at this time was not because he drank too much wine yesterday.

Since the last time Gu Xiaotang drank a fragment, Tang Ping swore that he would drink a little bit in the future, after all, his amount of alcohol was only three taels.

The way he is now is because he had a nightmare last night.

It doesn't seem entirely accurate to say that it was a nightmare, because the content of those dreams was actually happening in front of his eyes.

In the dream, one Turk after another fell in front of him.

Beside them were Lao Cui, Lao Du and Xiang Long, who were killing expressionlessly.

The corpses of the Turks fell to the ground, and the blood grew until it was over his ankles.

He wanted to run, but he couldn't move his feet.

wanted to shout and ask Lao Cui Lao Du to stop, but they couldn't make a sound.

I felt that my whole body was under a heavy pressure, and even breathing began to become difficult.

But the reality of the dream was too strong for him to doubt that it was a dream.

took the towel handed by Xiaoluo, and after washing his face, he felt a little better.

As a result, when he was having breakfast, Li Bai ran behind him and shouted Second Master, and he directly picked up the bowl and threw it over.

Fortunately, Li Bai was good and dodged in time.

But now the whole family looked at him strangely.

"Childe, what are you...... What's wrong?"

Tang Ping's face turned pale again, and he completely subconsciously felt that Li Bai's voice was threatening just now, so he threw the bowl in his hand without thinking about it.

"I ......" Tang Ping frowned, and then said honestly, "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night, I dreamed several times last night that we were in the Turkic ...... Scenes of killing."

Although that

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At some times, he didn't do it himself, but he was watching from the side or with a drone, and even sometimes when Lao Cui and them were fighting, the sound of the knife entering the human body and blood splattering, everything seemed extremely clear.

Lao Cui and Lao Du glanced at each other, and then asked cautiously, "Is this the case?"

Tang Ping nodded: "I never had it in the Turkic period, it only started last night, everyone don't have to worry, let's eat!"

Then he said to Li Bai, "I'm sorry, Xiaobai, I didn't scare you, did I?"

"It's okay, hehe, second master, my skills are good!" Li Bai shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

But Lao Cui and Lao Du were obviously not so relieved, and after breakfast, they found Tang Ping and said, "Childe, in fact, in the army, many recruits will be in a situation like yours, and some people will go crazy before they get through it."

Tang Ping looked at the two of them so seriously, as if he remembered something.

Quickly find out the mobile phone and search it with Baidu, now his network is a real 4G network, the speed is faster than the original 2G I don't know how much.

Soon, four letters of English appeared in front of him.

「ptsd！」

Translated into Chinese, it is post-traumatic stress disorder.

This thing turned out that Tang Ping watched a lot of American dramas and the like, and there were similar descriptions in it.

The main reason is that many soldiers will repeatedly and involuntarily appear in their thoughts, memories or dreams after seeing the death scene of the enemy.

It's a mental illness.

But Tang Ping didn't expect that such a mental illness would appear on his body.

So when he got up in the morning and overreacted to Li Bai just now, he didn't realize that this was the reason.

Now I heard Lao Cui and Lao Du say that many recruits have the same symptoms as themselves, and they reacted.

Tang Ping smiled bitterly, how to solve this thing?

There are no psychiatrists in this era, and I am still some time away from returning to the modern era.

If this thing dies, he doesn't know if it will be dangerous if it drags on for so many days.

"Why don't you go talk to that master Xuanzang?" Lao Cui came up with an idea.

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After all, they used to be in the army, and if they really wanted to have this situation, they could only survive on their own, but there was no means of treatment.

It is the common sense of people in this era to ask God and Buddha when they are not decided.

Tang Ping thought about it and didn't know if it was reliable or not, but he had read a lot of jokes in modern times, not all of them were asked by so-and-so Zen master or something, which was quite mysterious.

Buddhism originally contained some philosophical thoughts, so Tang Ping could only use dead horses as live horse doctors.

Carrying a bottle of wine, I went to the small temple behind my home, and many people are not strange, but yesterday I found out that this monk is really good at drinking.

"Amitabha, I've seen Lord Tang!" Xuanzang was cleaning in front of his temple, and he didn't know what he was sweeping, anyway, the ground was not clean, he had to come out in the morning to sweep it around.

Tang Ping was not polite, handed the wine to Xuanzang, and then told him his current problem.

After listening to this, Xuanzang was also stunned, he didn't think that Tang Ping would come to him because of such a thing.

"Master Tang, to be honest, the poor monk doesn't have a very good countermeasure to this, so let me read to you the scriptures translated by the poor monk himself. This sutra is called the Mahaprajnaparamita Heart Sutra!"

Tang Ping didn't expect Xuanzang's method to be chanting, although he was a little disappointed, but when he came, he still planned to listen to it.

So in the small temple, Xuanzang sat down cross-legged, knocking on the wooden fish with one hand, holding the Buddha beads in the other, and chanting the words in his mouth: "Guanzi Bodhisattva ......"

Gradually, Tang Ping found that it seemed to have some effect, and after Xuanzang read it a few times, his mood calmed down inexplicably.

"Thank you, Master Xuanzang!"

Xuanzang shook his head: "In fact, chanting can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and heart disease also requires heart medicine. The situation that Lord Tang has fallen into is that you don't know whether you should be responsible for the lives that have passed in front of you. It's because your heart is hesitating."

"My heart? Hesitating?" Tang Ping was slightly stunned, and then repeated Xuanzang's words.

"Yes, if your heart was as strong as iron and took the death of the Turks for granted, you would not be in the predicament you are in. So in the end, this matter can only be seen by yourself, and you can figure it out and get out."

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