"Sitting, entering into the samadhi of immeasurable righteousness, the body and mind are not moving, and there are four flowers, namely: the heavenly rain mandala, the Maha mandala, the mandju, and the Mahammandrup. And the scattered Buddhas and the masses. ”

In the underworld, a large red flower bloomed like a small umbrella, exuding a faint streamer, and strangely, it kept trembling, as if it was crying.

Rustling footsteps sounded, and a man covered in golden light, dressed in a robe, and wearing a hat on his head, folded his hands, stepped on the void, and slowly walked towards the big red flower.

Feeling the visit of the living, the red flower was actually supported all over the body, with a strong hostility.

The visitor smiled faintly and said softly, "Don't be afraid. His voice is magnetic, making it feel as if you are bathed in the glow of the sun. Full of peace

Ignoring the vigilance of the flower, he lifted the hem of his skirt, sat cross-legged next to the flower, stretched out his slender fingers, and said softly with the stars in the sky: "In the world, all living beings are born with suffering, why don't you let go?" ”

Hearing his words, the flower ignored it, but turned its body around, as if putting on a disdainful look.

Seeing this, the man laughed: "The poor monk contemplated the Dharma under Bodhi, thinking that he had obtained the wisdom of heaven and earth, but he didn't want to, not even a single flower, and he didn't want to take refuge with the poor monk. After laughing, he sighed again: "Okay, don't force everything, Mahamandzhu Sahua, the poor monk has a fate with you, I believe that in the future, we will meet again." With that, the monk's figure gradually turned into a little golden light, like a sky full of stars, and finally quietly disappeared.

Looking at the fading golden Milky Way, Manzhu Sawa trembled, and a person's figure was hazy and looming in the flowers.

The flower shook again, and as the streamer swayed, a drop of water flowed out of the stamen, into the ground, and into the earth

Under the moisture of that drop of water, the red light on the flowers was in full bloom, and every part of the flowers was crystal clear, with detachment and an indescribable weirdness, and even, it exuded a sad atmosphere, accompanied by anxiety and longing.

The next moment, the flower quietly shattered. A red streamer of light quickly poured out, with that hazy consciousness and that innate obsession that arose for no reason. Without hesitation, he rushed into the deep darkness.

The Heavenly Buddha chuckled, and the golden light in his hand flowed, and then a ray of light separated from it and chased into the darkness. "The poor monk helps you, and the future path depends on your creation. Moko Moko, Bodhisattva Pok. The Buddha's eyes fell on the place where Mahamandhu Sawa had fallen to the ground, and with a sigh, he fled into the void.