It was half past three in the morning when I woke up from my bed. The whole body was sweating, and the pillow was wet, and I didn't know if it was sweat or tears.

In a trance, I couldn't tell who I was, Lin Qianxing, or Meng Chuan'er...... Han Yichen, who has picturesque eyebrows and smiles like a moon in his arms, is Yu Xiaoshan???

How can there be such a weird thing? Am I fucking being tricked by someone? I actually dreamed of Meng Po??Hello??Meng Po??If one day your friend told you that you dreamed of her past life, no, it should be the first X10 life, and you dreamed of Meng Po, you would probably beat her up to make her sober up.

This thousand stars and Yichen, even the names correspond, Lin Qianxing's heartbreak when he jumped off the cliff, when he woke up, it was enough to suffocate me, and the feeling of being heartbroken was so real.

I sent Li Yan'er a WeChat message and asked her to call me when she got up, but I didn't expect Li Yan'er to reply to me in seconds: "I was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, if it's convenient, you can talk to me." ”

I dialed the phone: "I can probably figure out what the blood pact is all about." ”

Li Yan'er sounded very surprised: "The blood contract was a legend in ancient times, and it has been lost by now, and I only heard my teacher tell it, how did you know about it?"

"What I dreamed of, but I didn't understand, I drank Meng Po tea, why can I still remember it so clearly?"

"Hmm??Did you dream of Meng Po??"

"It's not important, you can help me make a reading of the Akashic records, and I'll see what happens in the second life. ”

Li Yan'er was silent for a while and said, "Although I don't know yet, I think it should be quite miserable, do you have to read it?"

"Well, let's get started. ”

I apply, I read, I start, I will not repeat it here.

"Last time you said that I was actually by his side all the time, but he didn't know, what do you say?"

"My dear child, the reader of the Akashic Records tells me that your geist has always been by his side. ”

Li Yan'er popularized a concept for me, she said that people have three souls, life soul, exorcism and geism. The life soul, also known as the true soul, is the one responsible for reincarnation for many lifetimes, and the reading of Akashic records is mainly on this soul.

Is the exorcism of the reincarnated body come with it? In charge of this life. Can't explain the concept of geism? It can be regarded as an obsession, if people have no wandering spirit? Is it equal to the incompleteness of the three souls? If it is not complete, it is easy to have problems, and it is easy to have natural and man-made disasters? Life can be turbulent and painful.

So Li Yan'er is in a hurry to cancel my blood contract? Do you want my soul to return to its place - this is all Li Yan'er's words? Even today, I still have doubts.

And what geist, what blood pact, I didn't feel the pain that the so-called blood pact caused me at all? Why is it inexplicably lifted?

"What's the matter with me and his second life?"

"My dear child? The reader of the Akashic Records told me that because you made a great vow to practice, you will be a ...... in the second life Monk. ”

Monk??What the hell??? I asked, "What about Yu Xiaoshan?"

"He didn't give me permission to read the Akashic Records, so I have no way of knowing what happened to Yu Hill in that life. But I can see that the one who is most entangled with you is a princess. ”

"Princess??The monk got involved with the princess??Isn't this a great disrespect to the Dharma??"

"It's too specific to read, and all I can feel here are two words? Tragic. ”

"I'm not going to fucking jump off a cliff again, am I?"

"You didn't, you were killed by random arrows. ”

I'm speechless on the other end of the phone? If you are killed by random arrows, you might as well jump off a cliff. At least the cliff jump or did I choose it myself? Random arrows, when you hear it, you can't help yourself.

I kind of regret opening this memory? Just a few simple words? My heart began to sharpen? Meat grinder-like pain. I had a splitting headache, and something in my brain was bursting like fireworks.

Along with the pain, there was a wave of sleepiness, and before dawn, I was sleepy again. Sleepy to the point of confusion and speechlessness. Before the last vestiges of my sobriety were gone, I knew I was about to start a long dream again, this time about my second life with him.

I'm really a monk, and my Dharma name is empty. Now I can't be called a monk yet, I can only be a novice, because I'm only ten years old.

My father and mother have never seen it since I was a child, and the abbot didn't talk to me about my worldly parents, this is a troubled world, and it has nothing to do with me anyway.

When I was a child, I grew up in the Huguo Temple in Yingtianfu, which is a royal temple. There is no shortage of incense and food, and there is no need for cloud travel and fate.

Sweeping away the fallen leaves and dust every day, tidying up the meditation hall and guest rooms, is to follow the master to morning and evening classes. Two meals a day, no food after lunch. Sometimes Master would ask me to feed the pheasants and hares that came to beg for food, and the birds that always flew down to listen to the scriptures outside the Mahavira Hall.

It was my ambition at a young age to attain Buddhahood, and the rules and precepts may sound complicated, but if I follow them when I can remember, I will become accustomed to them.

One day I was feeding pheasants, and suddenly a stray arrow flew from behind me and shot at the pheasant in front of me, and an arrow pierced through the eyes, and the pheasant didn't even have time to pounce, and he died.

"I'm so brave!" a delicate and childish little woman's voice was as pleasant as a silver bell.

A little girl wearing a phoenix-red jacket with a pair of gold threads and a phoenix red jacket ran over with a very delicate bow that looked like a special child's use.

I couldn't bear to see the pheasant die, frowned, and arched my hand: "Amitabha, it didn't provoke you, why do you want it to die and create your own killing karma." ”

The little girl, who was on par with me, picked up the pheasant, threw it to the attendant who followed her, and ordered: "Go, clean up the princess, set up fires, and put some bamboo salt." ”

Then he turned his face to me: "I am the princess of Runguo in this dynasty, how come you, a little monk, still don't bow down when you see the princess." ”

I performed the Buddha salute: "Say hello to the princess." "I'm not surprised, ordinary people can't enter the Huguo Temple, and even the officials and wives can only visit during big festivals, and this little girl must be a golden branch and jade leaf.

Princess Runguo smiled, her little face flushed: "Little monk, this princess is in a good mood today, do you want to eat roast chicken together?"

"Amitabha, monks can't be contaminated with meat, and the little monk doesn't want to have any cause and effect with this chicken. ”

"Hahaha, you're talking so funny. This can't be regarded as the cause and effect between you and this chicken, it can only be counted as mine, even if you are not there, I will kill it and eat it, you are just a coincidence.

The Buddha has a cloud, and it has been done without loss, and it cannot be done without it. We happened to meet today, and if we didn't share delicious food together, wouldn't it be against the sky?"

I couldn't laugh or cry, this eccentric princess was full of crooked reasoning and heresy, but she had her own three points of truth. I have been in the temple for a long time, either listening to the master's lectures or meditating with my senior brother, and I have never had any contact with people in the world.

My heart seemed to be touched by something, in front of the main hall in the mountain gate, incense was burning, and the white smoke was calm, and a line rushed to the sky.

When a thought rises and falls, it is sinking.