After eating two pieces of watermelon and drinking a bottle of beer, I felt a little drowsy. It's not good to dream and rest all the time. If you don't talk about three bottles of beer at ordinary times, even three more bottles won't do anything.
Anyway, it’s okay, I eat when I’m hungry and sleep when I’m sleepy. I wash my face with hot water and then lie on the bed. It’s really the perfect place to sleep in the hot summer weather.
It was daytime, and she came right after I fell asleep, standing next to my bed, with the same pale face. But she didn't come close, she stood there silently and stared at me. She didn't speak, she just looked at me.
He nodded and smiled, his eyes blinking.
Damn! Laugh at your sister! Are you kidding me? I was angry. My eyes were wide open, my fists were clenched in both hands, and I wanted to lift them but couldn't. I opened my mouth and shouted: "Who are you! What do you want to do?"
"But I couldn't make a sound.
I knew I was dreaming again, but I couldn't wake up when I wanted to. I calmed down and knew in my heart that I was having a nightmare. I had had nightmares before and checked the information. At this time, I had to relax and not always be in a hurry to wake up.
I just looked at her so calmly, and she looked at me motionless, no longer thinking about her expression, and I could no longer let her control my soul.
After a while, she disappeared in front of me, everything became normal, and I could move my hands and feet. I really woke up, shivered and fell to the ground, and took two bites of watermelon.
I turned on the computer, found the folder, looked at the photos, and yelled, "What on earth do you want to do! Don't pester me!" Then I deleted the photos.
Although I don’t believe in those things, after so many twists and turns, I really have no idea. Is it possible that she is really haunted by something? Although I don’t see any malicious intentions on her part, I can’t live in the world you weave for me.
In the imaginary space! Although I am a loser, I am also a normal person.
What should I do? It would be better to find a relevant person to take a look, but there are too many charlatans of this kind nowadays, so you have to go to an authoritative place. Go downstairs, it is only 3 stops away from the Great Buddha Temple.
, it’s only around 2 o’clock now, I can probably still find people there.
When we arrived at the Great Buddha Temple, we saw two majestic stone lions at the entrance. The three words "Great Buddha Temple" above the gate were solemn and solemn, as if they could block all monsters and ghosts.
After entering the gate, my eyes lit up. Everything was in order and the ground was clean. Schools of fish were swimming around in the crystal clear pool, and colorful flowers held their heads high and smiled, bidding farewell to the sunset that was about to set.
A long stone staircase extends to a majestic main hall, with pools and flower beds on both sides. There is no wind, and all the flowers, plants and leaves have stopped swinging. There are no bells, wooden fish, or birds. It is so quiet.
Hear your own heartbeat.
Walking down the stone staircase into the Main Hall, it is so magnificent, majestic, miraculous, and magnificent that it is overwhelming here. It is so domineering. I don’t recognize any of those lifelike Buddha statues that I have never seen on TV.
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Walking around the gleaming golden Tathagata Buddha in the middle, I saw several round futons on the ground. This should be the place where sutras are chanted. I was engrossed in looking at them when I heard bursts of wooden fish sounds coming from inside.
I looked around and saw that no one was there. Maybe today was a day off and they weren't accepting guests. But I couldn't come in vain. I had to give it a try anyway, so I walked in the direction of the sound of wooden fish.
After walking not far, I found a gate. No one was knocking on wooden fish here. I could only turn to the right, but not far away, there was another gate. What was going on? I left the main hall in anger and looked carefully.
Upon hearing it, it turned out that the wooden fish sound really did not come from here.
I followed my right hand and circled around it. It turned out that this guy had doors open on all sides. At the same time, I also judged that the sound of wooden fish came from an attic not far away, so I ran straight away. When I got closer, I saw that
Hanging high above are the three large gold-plated characters of "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion".
When I was raising my hands and wondering whether to knock on the door, a young monk came to me with his hands clasped together and said, "Amitabha, does this donor want to enter the Sutra Pavilion?" He has handsome features, a straight nose and a square mouth, and looks about sixteen or seventeen years old.
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Why did he become a monk at such a young age? I can't help but feel a pity for him. Perhaps what is truly pityable should be us mortals who are scheming and deceitful every day.
"Hello! No, I'm here to find someone." I nodded, then shook my head and said.
"Then donor, you have gone to the wrong place. There is no one here now. Who are you looking for?" After he said this, he noticed that the sound of the wooden fish had stopped at some point.
"Little master, I have encountered some troubles recently, and I want to find a master who can give me some advice. Could you please recommend me? Thank you!"
"Then please come with me, almsgiver." The young monk thought for a moment and then, with his head bowed, he led me towards the back of the Sutra Pavilion.
After bypassing the Sutra Pavilion, he came to the front of a small attic, where the sound of the wooden fish just now should have come from. He turned towards me, bowed and said, "Donor, please wait a moment." He opened the door and entered the house.
Looking at this attic, it is obvious that it is not as grand as the Main Hall and the Sutra Pavilion. There are three doors side by side, but they are all small doors and there is no plaque naming them.
"Donor, please come in." The young monk opened the door and said.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw that the place seemed much shabby. There was a small door in the corner facing me, which should lead to another room. There was a desk-like arrangement on the left, with a desk on each side.
Chair.
An older monk was already sitting on the chair opposite the desk. He was kind-hearted and amiable. He was not wearing the yellow cassock in the movie, but just a dark gray gown.
He glanced at me, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of panic disappeared in an instant. But I still noticed this subtle change in him, and the little deer in my heart started to jump non-stop. Could it be that something serious was going on?
"Donor, please sit down." He waved his hand and motioned for me to sit down.
"Thank you." I slowly sat on the chair, crossed my legs, folded my hands on my knees, looked at him levelly, and suddenly felt a little more cheerful.
"I don't know why the donor came here to find the poor monk." The voice was deep and rich, showing the charm of the man, but it was a pity that the hero had no place to play.
"Hello, Master, I'm sorry to disturb your rest." Without being too polite to him, he briefly described the strange dreams of the past few days.
"Little donor, you are filtering too much. I'm afraid it's just because you have something on your mind, are nervous, and don't get enough rest. Go back and have a good rest." Although he was very relaxed, there was still a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"But Master, I haven't slept for several days and nights in the past, and this kind of situation will never happen. Can you help me find out if it's for something? Thank you!" It seems like he is hiding something?
By the way, if there is a free lunch in the world, do you have to pay first?
"Master, please help me take a look. I don't understand the rules here. If you need to add incense, just ask." Seeing that he didn't say anything, he continued.
"As long as the donor is willing, you and I are both destined. Here is a meditation bead, keep it as a souvenir for you." He waved his hand and said, and then handed me a small black bead.
I took it and looked at it. It should be the prayer beads they hold in their hands every day. There is nothing special about it. However, I have heard of some consecration before. Maybe this thing has been consecrated, and maybe it can be of some use.
"Thank you, Master! Then I'll go back first." I took the beads and held them in my hands. They felt cool. I felt really relieved. Maybe these beads really have a kind of aura.
"Donor, please go slowly. The poor monk has another word for you. Don't force anything, cause and effect will eventually be rewarded, Amitabha." After saying this, he stood up, clasped his hands, lowered his head and knitted his eyebrows.
Understood, this is the end of the matter. I politely thanked you and left. The master said it was okay, so it should be okay. You should really rest more.
I regret a little bit about the photos I deleted just now. Such a beautiful woman looks much better than the landlady. Thinking about it, I turned on the computer and remembered that I just deleted it. It seemed that it was still in the recycle bin. It’s true that lazy people are blessed.
Click on the recycle bin, but it is empty. I clearly remembered that I did not clear the recycle bin, but why is it gone? It seems that it is time for 360 to go into battle. I opened 360 point file recovery, but there were no deleted files today.
What's strange about this girl is, did you select NO when deleting it? When you open the folder, it's not there. How is this possible? I can't think of it. I'm tired after walking around for a while. I don't know.
I fell asleep again.
It was already 6pm when I woke up. Although it was not dark yet, the light in the room was much darker. It seemed that what the old monk said was true. If you have a good rest, nothing will happen.
When I thought of the old monk, I smiled proudly. It cost me two yuan to lie down and get a gift. Unlike those swindling guys who spend money and can't get anything done. I couldn't help but want to take out the Buddhist beads to see.
Look, it must be nothing ordinary.
Huh? I obviously put it in my trouser pocket, why is it gone? Did I go to sleep?
I searched for it on the bed for a while, but couldn't find it, nor on the floor. Did it fall under the closet? I took the phone and turned on the flashlight and looked at it, but it still wasn't there. There was a black bead, which may have gone somewhere. I found another one.
A long and slender wooden stick with a tiny corner. I picked it up, poked it, and rubbed it! It could still fly.
Did you fall out of the bus? How could it happen? I came back with a standing ticket. My pocket leaked? I took out the money and turned it upside down. There was no leak in my pocket. Isn’t this fucking happiness in vain?
The moment I went back to put the money back, I was shocked and slumped down on the edge of the bed. Next door to Mala, I got 3 yuan change from selling watermelon, and there was a penny in it.
I rushed to the computer desk and quickly pressed the start button. When I first saw the folder, I felt a little scared, but I had to open it. My hands were trembling, I pointed the mouse at the folder, and then closed my eyes.
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Hearing two consecutive hits, I opened my eyes uneasily. When I saw the two photos on the screen, I was shocked, and finally understood that this whole afternoon had been in a dream.
Am I going to live in a dream from now on? "I don't want to live in a dream! I want a normal life!" I shouted loudly at the screen.
Could something have happened in this house, related to the landlord's daughter? Is she no longer alive? Are there really ghosts in the world? Thinking of this makes my hair stand on end. Although I don't believe in those unscientific things, I feel it now.
Things have been a bit strange recently. Ever since I moved here, I have been haunted by dreams every day. Although it hasn't hurt me yet, it seems to be hinting at something, and it seems to be leading me into a whirlpool.
Get out of here? After you pay the rent, you basically have no money, where else can you go? It should be impossible for her to check out, there is no reason. Tell her that she always dreams while living here? She must doubt that I am crazy.
Mental illness.
It seems that I have to do something. I remember what the handsome man said in the dream just now. Everything has a cause and effect, everything is illusory, but this sentence is true. If you want to get rid of this dream, you have to find it.