The naive smiling monk, with his body covered with sagging flesh like a Michelin tire man, was sitting in the subway with his hands folded, and the darkened window behind him reflected his bald head.
The light strips of the subway tunnel passed by the window, alternating between light and dark. The bald head reflected in the window had turned into the face of a one-eyed monk.
The skin-like face had an unchanging smile and said: "Afo, the uncle has been arrested by the polling bureau again. He has entered the palace for the second time. If he doesn't use the sewing machine for a few years this time, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out."
Hutuktu: "The heart is impure, the body is impure, and the great impurity leads to insufficient success and more than enough failure."
The superficial smile made him smile: "What Afo said makes sense. I asked him to keep a low profile when he first entered the customs, but he still caused a big mess. According to my disciple, you should leave his job to me."
Hutuktu: “What job do you want?”
"As for the work at the memorial hall, I'll help you get that thing. It won't be a big impurity. I'll do it, disciple." Pi Xiang said with a smile.
On the surface, this was a sign, but Hutuktu was more moody than he thought. The lights in the subway car suddenly went out, and in the darkness Hutuktu's voice came from the radio with electronic music:
"Skin, are you doing what I'm doing?"
Bad! Skin was shaking all over, and he was sweating. His reaction was not slow, and he said anxiously: "Afo, I have violated the precept of foolishness and made mistakes. Recently, I plan to recite sutras behind closed doors and think about my past mistakes."
The lights in the subway car turned on again, and Khutuktu reappeared in the window reflection: "Buddhist scriptures are useless if you just recite them, you have to take them into your heart."
Skin: "Afo is right."
Hutuktu shook his head: "The surface is superficial, but the inside is hollow. The surface. Do you know why you are just the surface? When have you ever looked into your heart? You are empty inside."
Hutuktu said something about Zen, but the appearance was that he was confused and scratched his head without realizing it.
Hutuktu left after explaining, leaving one last sentence.
"Don't worry about the memorial hall. The things are no longer there. I don't know who took them away. I can't figure it out..."
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Outside the memorial hall, Zhou Bachu watched from a distance as the polling bureau's vehicles surrounded the scene and arrested the uncle, before he got on the Wan Gong motorcycle and prepared to leave.
The female ghost on the phone screen drooped out, and Zhongyuan Gong was surprised and said: "You really didn't move the thunderstorm."
"No, I can still change my mind now." Zhou Ba wax put his foot on the accelerator and woke up the sedan god in the Wan Gong motorcycle. After getting on the road, he looked around and said: "Where is your vulgar god who can pinch wax people?
If you don't see one, it's gone. Take it back in such a hurry."
Zhongyuan Gong: "Why do you worry about this?"
Zhou Baqu: "Most secular gods cannot stay far away from the temple owner. Are you afraid that I will find your true identity through the secular gods?"
Zhongyuan Gong: "When I think about having a big man online friend who always wants to meet me offline, I feel like vomiting."
Zhou Baqu: "When I think about a big man who is a netizen who feels good about himself and feels that I really want to meet him offline, I also want to vomit."
Zhongyuan Gong: "So it is better not to see each other. There is beauty in the distance."
Zhou Baqi: "My high opinion is that it's best not to even see them online, and let's create a blacklist for each other."
Zhongyuan Gong: "That's not possible. You are one of the few players I know who is a master. We have many friends and many paths."
Zhou Bazhu didn't want to listen to him, so he ended the chat unilaterally, stretched out a finger, and pressed the head of the little ghost girl hanging on the phone, oops, and pressed it back into the screen.
Wan Gong's motorcycle ghosts rang and disappeared into the night.
Nympho
McDonald's opposite the memorial hall.
On the dining table, the female ghost wax statue of the slap is next to the Cola Cup, rubbing the small head melon.
On the seat, there was a small braid behind his head. The brim was lowered to cover the young man who could not see clearly. He chuckled, turned his palm and rolled out a small well, pinched the little female ghost wax figure and threw it in.
Om, the mobile phone rang on the table, pick up, the blood type of ‘kill’ and ‘dead’ climb on the phone, full of grievances.
Ziyu: Don't find him by me ... Don't find him by me ... Don't be found by me ...
Alas, the young man took his mobile phone back to his pocket, took the remaining half cup of cola and pushed out the door, and integrated into the night of the city.
Nympho
The next day, Sunday wax was in class in the stairs classroom.
The memorial hall is over, there is no idea of wax on Sunday, I feel that it has been tossed for a weekend. Of course, it is not possible to say that there is no harvest or not.
Get another thing.
Satalkeeper waxing from the stomach bag, pull out half a bead.
Before leaving the memorial last night, this stuff quietly rolled to his feet. When he rolled over, he wrapped the lightning and charged. At a glance, he knew which little cub's grace was made.
"Maitreya's eyes in the future, the lost eyeballs of the ancient eater" Maitreya '. According to rumors, the Buddha's eyes have the ability to see the future. One day the sun is dazzling.
A Buddha eagle showed away the eyes of the Buddha, Maitreya blinded his eyes and lost the ability to see the future.
Well, the wax on Sunday seems to be vaguely understood at the moment. Why the monk who cried Lingshan, why did he break through the memorial hall.
Of course, this is not over yet.
"Your stove Lord's blood has some sense of blood. You have aware of the secrets hidden under the appearance, and you can see the truth of the eyes of the Buddha."
"The Valley" Maitreya "once devoted the Buddha in the old mountains and forests, and accidentally encountered the landslide of the mountains and was trapped.
"But this half of the wild fruits are not all things, so that he realized the eyes of the future Buddha, achieved the living Buddha, and lost the eyes of the later Buddha.
, I know the truth that Maitreya never knew that year. "
"Dasan's eyes (disabled), the wild fruit that was eaten that day was one of the six -flavored medicinal materials on the face, one of the six eyes."
"The number of Dasan, deducting the power of the universe, refined to the extreme, can understand the mystery of the universe, and deduct the things that have not been seen in the future."
"But unfortunately, this taste of medicinal materials in your hands is incomplete. If you want to get a big eye, you need to retrieve the medicinal materials first."
Alas, the wax of the wax of Maitreya could use a semi -flavored medicinal material to understand a semi -hanging piece on Mian and Saturday.
"You have the blood of the stove king, you have obtained the eyes of the experts, you have obtained half of the large eye medicinal materials ... Triggering the stove Jun resignation, you get a clue of other medicinal materials from the market."
"In the six eyes of the stove, there is a strange medicinal material that has insights people's hearts and identifies the effects of good and evil, flowing in the West."
Alas, you said that you did n’t get it. One by one is very heavy. You said that there are gains. This pile of miscellaneous and mixed is bulk. You ca n’t make up a complete thing.
In addition, Zhou Ba Wa played with half of the Zaojun Six Eyes and Dayan Eyes in his hand. He understood the meaning, but why was it a repetitive word?