What exactly is this so-called source?

Xie Chen couldn't think of a reason in his heart, or there was no correct answer at all.

Only when the so-called "source" is cleaned, then one can leave this place and achieve liberation in the true sense of the word.

This kind of rhetoric only feels very familiar to me, as if I have heard it somewhere.

Searching in my mind, more related words are "At the beginning of man, nature is good." ”

It is expounded from the beginning of the Three Character Sutra.

Consciousness is that when each person is born, his personality and personality are as clean as a blank sheet of paper, and he is not contaminated by dust.

Nor will it be influenced and disturbed by the world.

This is the best time for a person, with the different environment, as the life comes into contact with different people and things, what you have learned will change.

Is it greed, selfishness, friendliness, and generosity?

The CPPCC has a general classification, and everything a person does in his life is actually related to the people he meets and the people or things that affect him.

Until everyone dies, they will be judged to define a sentence, whether this person will be a good person or a bad person all his life?

Is it good or bad?

The wicked will be spit on and even sent to hell so that they will never be able to live beyond the age of life.

And good people will be praised and even worshiped forever, and the incense will be passed down through generations.

These so-called etiquette shame are very clear to me.

Xie Chen sighed, talking about these things in the world of rules is more like a joke.

If these things are really useful, then you don't have to run around to avoid these "dirty".

It can even be countered by the army, relying on its so-called "sense of justice" to judge these things.

But does it work?

Life is still on oneself.

Xie Chen shook his head a little funny, but he seemed to feel that there was indeed something that made sense in the middle.

"Hell ......"

Compared with the original goodness of human nature, it seems that the original nature of human beings is evil.

Originally, I was still thinking about what this hotel was referring to, combined with all kinds of small clues, plus these things that were now reminded by the white-clothed cleaner.

The so-called Chonghui Hotel is indeed a bit like hell on earth.

The guests who come here are greedy and sinful.

Aren't they all the same evil spirits and wicked people in the so-called hell?

Xie Chen's inspiration flashed.

Quickly picked up the white cardboard that had been placed at the door of his room, and wrote down those similar-sounding words on it.

It is the music that comes out every time before going to bed.

I heard it a little more inexplicably, and I originally felt very familiar, but now when I think of this layer, it seems that I can really match it.

Xie Chen looked at the words he wrote on the cardboard, trying to pronounce them a little bit, although he couldn't make any sound, but he could still simulate it in his heart.

"How is this so much like a Buddhist scripture?"

"Uncle Zang......"

"Zang ......"

"Hidden?"

"Tibet?"

"No, no, it's not at this level, Buddhism is related to Tibetan characters, it seems that there is only Tibetan Buddhism."

Xie Chen's pupils trembled a little as he looked at the layers of the room, and finally understood why he was staying in each different room, and the things he saw and heard were different.

Originally, I didn't have any thoughts, but when I brought the perspective of Buddhism and hell into it, everything began to become clear.

"Hell Road, Animal Road, Hungry Ghost Road......"

Xie Chen slowly counted one after another, and his slightly outstretched fingers began to tremble.

Until I counted my room, it was just right......

The total number of rooms is twelve, which is the number of the six paths of Buddhism multiplied by two.

"So I'm really in hell and ready to go to reincarnation?"

Xie Chen really couldn't believe it, and even felt a little ridiculous.

Before that, I might have to scold a sentence of feudal superstition for my current thoughts.

But now it's a strange rule, and all the rules add up to make such a hell of a hotel.

Xie Chen's body was a little paralyzed, and he wanted to lean against the wall of the room, but he was a little in awe.

I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but it doesn't mean that I don't fear these things, in the subconscious of every human being, the unknown and the sublime will always hide horror.

This is even more terrifying than a female ghost or a beast that suddenly appears in front of your eyes.

Xie Chen took a deep breath.

No wonder I lost my memory, and I even forgot how to use my pocket watch at first.

If I hadn't checked the inaudible musical verses written on the cardboard, I wouldn't have believed the idea that this was hell.

"It's ridiculous."

After Xie Chen calmed down a little, he immediately returned to the room and gave up the idea of going downstairs.

Originally, he wanted to find the white-clothed cleaner and confirm these newly obtained clues, but now after such a hint, the eyebrows in his heart began to clear.

Xie Chen sat in front of the dresser, and his mood couldn't calm down for a long time, although he had already picked up the pen and paper, although the back of the cardboard in front of him had been turned over, it had been placed in front of him.

If this is hell, you must avoid being polluted by the inherent evil of human nature, otherwise you will lose yourself and stay in hell forever and will not be able to be reborn.

Therefore, the most important factor in leaving the hotel is actually to find yourself and realize the evil you have committed.

This is Xie Chen's own speculation, but it is also the most likely outcome.

Continuing to calculate, how can we know who we really are, and how can we even know what evil we have committed?

Xie Chen continued to calculate step by step.

Although he is now sober-minded, and although the pollution of his own human nature has decreased a lot, when he thinks of this level, he still can't remember who he really is.

On the contrary, the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, and even thought of the pain I had suffered in the room before.

Xie Chen's back was covered with fine sweat, and it was faintly as if he could hear the sounds around him again.

Over and over again, he is urging himself to integrate into this hell, to accept his evil thoughts, and to enjoy the pleasure of this moment.

Xie Chen shook his head, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table to divert his attention.

After listening to it twice just now, I immediately squinted my eyes.

The sound of fingers tapping on the table seemed so familiar.

I was able to wake up and regain consciousness and control of my body on the ground, as if there was a knock at the door.

"No, I don't think it was a simple knock on the door......

Knocking on wood or planks can also have a humane effect in hell and even dispel pollution.

"Isn't it the wooden fish of Buddhism?"

Xie Chen muttered to himself.

Let's see who knocks on the wooden fish at the door?

The whole hell is ridiculous like this, how can there still be wooden fish.

Unless it's a Buddhist monk, it's here.

This argument is also difficult to hold.

This is a strange world, and it is difficult for ordinary monks, even if they are abbots with higher merits, to dispel the evil thoughts brought about by these greedy demons.

"It can't be the Buddha and the Bodhisattva, right?"

Xie Chen completely let go of his thoughts, and slowly calculated.

But these results are not quite enough to completely put down my heart and trust.

After all, I can't convince myself.

The idea that the Chonghui Hotel refers to hell is outrageous enough.

Xie Chen exhaled.

If the hat waiter is the product of the evil thoughts of hell, and the evil thoughts of hell are brought by the guests, then it is no wonder that the hat waiter and the mask waiter are in a confrontation situation.

But who is the white-clothed cleaner here?

Could it be that the mask waiter is a bodhisattva?

But there can't be so many bodhisattvas, and the masked waiter plays more like a thug, or even a beater.

This made me more curious about the identity of the white-clothed cleaner.

By making ordinary food, arousing the greed of the guests to eat, and perpetuating and increasing the evil thoughts of hell, the group of masked waiters will grow stronger and stronger.

There shouldn't be anything wrong with this idea.