Volume 1 In 2007, I was poisoned by my grandmother's Golden Silkworm Gu Chapter 40: The Monk in the
There are many things and phenomena in this world that are difficult to explain. For example, a death phenomenon called "rainbow transformation" occurs during the practice of Dzogchen in Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. When an eminent monk passes away, his body turns into a rainbow and enters what Buddhism calls the "rainbow transformation".
In the Infinite Palace of the Pure Land of Dakini, some bodies become rainbow bodies and disappear directly; some bodies shrink, or only fingernails and hair are left; another example is the body hanging in the air.
The suspension here does not refer to the trick of using wires and wires to deceive people's vision in magic, but purely using people's mind power to support the body. Thoughts are so illusory that if ordinary people want to quantify them,
Describing is a very difficult thing to do. There is a saying in Western Europe: "Give to God what is God's, and to Caesar what is Caesar's." The God's jurisdiction mentioned here refers to the spiritual category.
The reason why the world respects those who practice the Way so much is because that is the category of God.
Humans are not spiritual bodies, and their physical bodies are suspended in the air. This requires abilities that ordinary people cannot understand. People in ancient times described Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, as having "over-the-top power." Even so, I have not seen a single person with this point.
I have been able to do it. It’s not that the thing is difficult, but that the method is different and the direction is different. For example, if you ask a person who studies computers to build a house, it is really difficult for him. But although the direction is different, it can be done.
There are not many people who can let their mind power carry them up in the air, just like how few fellow practitioners who hide secrets can achieve rainbow transformation.
Each one of these is a legend.
However, none of these things surprised me. What really shocked me was that I had actually seen this monk wearing red cassocks. Just a few days ago in the afternoon, this old monk came with a handsome face.
A disciple walked slowly out of Cuomuke Village. He gave me a meaningful look at that time, and then left without looking back, letting the setting sun lengthen his shadow diagonally, and then disappeared into the green.
We didn't even look back once in the forest. At that time, we thought they were two ordinary walking monks, and we were even worried that they would encounter danger in the jungle.
The world is so big and yet so small.
It is round.
The two of us stared blankly at the monk floating in the air for several minutes, over the woods not far away. When we reacted and were about to make contact, the old monk disappeared. It took us ten minutes to
We arrived at the forest floor where we had just seen him. There was no trace of him, except for a pair of footprints half a foot deep into the ground, as well as some messy traces where the rotten leaves were deposited in the forest.
I don't know whether that old monk is an enemy or a friend, but I couldn't make friends with such a wise man. I missed him, and I felt somewhat lost. I regretted my dementia and slowness just now. This was the second time I saw such a wise man.
Wisdom Master, this monk from Chedi Luang Temple in Chiang Mai, Thailand, I did not think about his identity at that time, nor did I predict what role he would play in my entire life.
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In the dark jungle, we did not find the old monk again. Apart from the chirping of unknown types of birds and insects in the jungle, there was nothing else.
We did not continue to search, firstly because we did not know the enemy or ourselves and were afraid of accidents, and secondly because there was no trace to be found. Everything seemed like a dream, as if it was our own hallucination. I am a person with strong self-control and can suppress
If you keep your curiosity in check, you can figure out what is important and what is urgent, so you can continue walking with Yao Yuan.
Walking in the dark rain forest is something I often do these days, but Yao Yuan is not used to it. He stumbles, sighs, and almost refuses to leave. However, since he saw the floating monk
, he also became energetic, and while walking in front, he turned around and told me that this is a magical power that has been practiced to a very high level in Theravada Buddhism. He often heard people talk about it, but after living these fifty years,
It has been seven years, but he has never really seen it. The ancients said, "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening." Now it seems that even if he died in this rain forest today, his life would not be in vain.
He sighed very much, just like the believers in religion who saw miracles, they seemed to see life and death in an instant.
Yao Yuan seemed to have accepted his fate. As he walked, he talked to me about his situation in the past few days. He told me that Master Shanzang was a very capable person, even if he was working as a pawn in a dilapidated pagoda in such a small mountain village.
An abbot practices hard day and night, like an ascetic, but his status is very high, and he is considered the fifth person in the organization...
I was walking with a rifle on my back and a wooden stick. When I heard him talking about this, I asked in confusion: "Organization, what organization, is it Chinooka?"
Yao Yuan looked back at me and said that you do know Chinuka, but no.
Chinuka is a pure association guild of descendants. The connection between the members is not close and it is a loose alliance. However, the organization of the old monk Shanzang is not. It is very hierarchical, and the people are handed down from top to bottom, just like a
The same as the army. However, their reputation is not obvious and unknown to ordinary people. Outsiders only know that they are from the mountains. Of course, you have also seen that their influence is actually very great. Look at me in Putian, Fujian, thousands of miles away.
Outside, everyone has followed his way. Tell me, where do ordinary organizations have this kind of power?
Yao Yuan seemed to be talking about sex. Perhaps in this darkness, his way to avoid fear was to speak out the words in his heart.
I was also happy to listen to what he talked about. In fact, after careful consideration, there were still some contradictions in it, but I didn't refute it. I looked at the road and talked to him. However, after this continued for two hours, Yao Yuan finally couldn't support it any more.
He told me with pain on his face that he could not walk any further. Along the way, we encountered countless snakes and insects. The complicated road conditions frightened this old man who had always made a living by telling fortunes. Until we came to a creek, Yao Yuan
He begged me bitterly, saying that it was no longer possible, please spare him, rest here for the night, and start our journey again tomorrow morning.
I looked at the time and it was already one o'clock in the morning.
To be honest, not only him, but also I was exhausted after driving for a day. Without Little Demon Duoduo, walking in the dark was too risky, and I might end up on the cliff while walking. And although
Fatty helped guide him, but he couldn't guarantee the correct route. So I agreed to him, found some drier firewood, and lit a fire next to the flat valley beside the stream. In fact, there are certain rules for lighting a fire in the forest.
It's risky, because burning flames can easily attract mosquitoes and large animals. In order to avoid trouble a few days ago, we didn't light a fire. But for Yao Yuan, all threats seem not as scary as darkness.
I lit a fire, skinned and washed the two long snakes I had killed on the road, and then roasted them on the bonfire. I took one Yao Yuan and the other for dinner.
However, Yao Yuan refused, saying that he was a layman at home and could not eat meat. He only ate some wild mangoes and bananas picked on the road.
I had exhausted most of my energy along the way. Seeing what he said, I was so happy that I swallowed both roasted snakes. The two of us sat around the campfire. The fat bug did not show up, but was nearby.
Silently enjoying seeing the mosquitoes flying towards the campfire.
These are all food, and the fat bug is so happy that he sheds tears.
It is worth mentioning that in the jungles of Southeast Asia, mosquitoes are surprisingly large. Others say that three mosquitoes equal a dish, and that is what they say. These mosquitoes are fierce and poisonous, and are the biggest killers in the forest.
Yao Yuan was most worried about this thing before, but he didn't encounter many along the way, and he was a little surprised. However, he thought it was my trick, asked a few questions, and stopped talking about it.
I escorted Yao Yuan here, mainly because I wanted him to follow the method to remove the puppet substitute for Zamao Xiaodao. I didn't have much other ideas. Although he was a little bit concerned about the head-lowering technique he had acquired.
We were worried, but after escaping, we felt somewhat free and relaxed. We were tired all the way, so neither of us said anything more and fell asleep leaning against the campfire.
Because there were fat bugs around, I didn't worry too much and slept deeply. However, I am very sensitive. When I was sleeping in a daze, my heart suddenly moved. I opened my eyes and looked forward, and saw only empty figures beside the campfire.
, I could no longer see Yao Yuan's figure. I was so frightened that I broke out in a cold sweat, and my drowsiness immediately disappeared. I stood up and looked around, but I didn't find any trace. I immediately called the fat insect, and it was obedient and came out of the dark grass.
The shot flew out and stopped on my palm, shaking his head and blinking his black eyes.
The time is only half past four.
From Fat Chongzi, I learned something: Yao Yuan got up secretly after we fell asleep for more than an hour. He is a very shrewd person and knows that people like me are the most sensitive to matters of life and death.
, so after getting up, he did not do any harm to me, did not even take anything, but quietly left. Because of this, Fatty did not care about him, but patrolled for me wholeheartedly. His shrewd rescue
I killed him, but what makes me wonder is, in this dark night, among the vast mountains and jungles, where could Yao Yuan go?
After such an incident, I naturally couldn't rest anymore, so I extinguished the bonfire, smoothed away the traces, and continued walking towards the river.
I arrived at the riverside probably in the afternoon of the next day. What made me suspicious was that the Japanese man hanging from the banyan tree by the riverside actually disappeared. It was his accomplice who came to help him collect the body.
Huh? I first observed the outside for a long time, and then cautiously approached the hiding place of the Zamao Trail. However, when I pushed aside the grass and walked into the cave entrance, something happened that made me feel cold all over.
On the Zamao Trail, he disappeared.
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