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Section 4431 : Headache 5

I have many mothers-in-law

Now here comes another one. Ordinarily I shouldn't be like this, having such a headache.

But in fact, I really have a headache. I don't know what Mr. Li wants to do with things.

Does he want to take control of my entire business?

No matter how powerful he is, can water capsize a boat? [

Ha, some people don't know that the sky is high and the earth is high, and they think that people can just play around with it without guns in their hands.

Wrong!

When people are making revolution, do they need guns?

two and a half guns

Uh, the revolution is really not my business. I'm just pretending.

Drowsily, Liao Liang was massaging me;

Although she has a child, she still treats me like this;

Maybe, true friendship does exist.

This is reflected in the fact that she still dares to yell at me and consciously considers me when something happens to me. I can completely ignore it.

Maybe not, but I don’t want to think too much about it;

What is true or false in this world?

True is false, false is true;

There is nothing but nothingness everywhere

I'm a hypocrite, I'm blind

Om mani bea mi hum, om mani bea mi hum, om mani bea mi hum

False believers can also recite mantras, the Six-Character Great Ming Mantra,

After thinking about it, my mood gradually relaxed, and I seemed to be back in front of the great lama, back to that sacred sanctuary.

It is a place that can cleanse the soul, especially for people like me whose soul is not very clean...

I said: "Liao Liang, give me some scriptures, just the six-character Great Ming Mantra" [

Liao Liang quickly got it for me, and the sound of chanting came to mind in the room...

Under the hands of Buddha, I gradually lost my way,

Let yourself get lost in the quiet world,

The sound of a hand-cranked mani wheel rang in my ears,

My nose smells cigarette smoke,

In front of my eyes I could vaguely see the dark red monk's robe, dotted with a streak of yellow in the middle, pieced together to form the face of the young great lama.

He once prayed for me and touched my head. I was honored.

Listening to him chanting sutras, I feel like I can ascend

It's as if I can see the edge of the quiet world

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