MTL - Spirit Walker-Chapter 243 Master please repent
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"Crack!"
Amidst the sound of the broken jade talisman, a black light swelled from Xiaoyuan's palm, covering the items in the room with a black curtain.
The scenery in the room began to distort, the tables, chairs, benches, food and wine all disappeared, the rustic stone bricks replaced the carpet, the algae well with paintings of Buddha and Bodhisattva replaced the ceiling, and bright candles burned quietly.
They came to a spacious, bright, antique Buddhist temple.
Everyone almost subconsciously looked at the Buddha statue that went straight to the algae well. They were wearing flowers and lowered their eyebrows. They were dressed in gold. At first glance, they looked kind and kind, but in fact, there was fierceness hidden in the half-closed Buddha eyes.
No change... Everyone whispered in silence, and then turned their attention to the back of the blue Nayi sitting cross-legged under the Buddha statue.
It seems that everyone is as afraid as I am of Master Wuhen's loss of control. When entering the hall, you must first look at the Buddha statue... Zhang Yuanqing found that there were many futons in the hall, just in line with the number of people present.
In the front left, there is a full-length mirror with a frame wrapped in bronze carvings.
The mirror was blurred.
"Amitabha!" Master Wuhen's deep and painful voice echoed, "Everyone, please stand before the mirror, see your nature clearly, and see yourself."
"Yes, master!"
Madoka clasped her hands together, bowed in salute, and was the first to walk towards the full-length mirror.
When she stood in front of the mirror, the blurry mirror suddenly became clear, and Xiao Yuan's appearance was reflected in the mirror.
She has delicate eyebrows and eyes, tenderness hidden in bright eyes, and a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she is full of expectations for the future.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with envy, jealousy and surprise in their eyes, and of course there was also heartfelt relief.
"Good!"
Master Wuhen whispered in relief.
Xiaoyuan retreated back calmly, glanced at Zhang Yuanqing indifferently, and then bowed to everyone.
Everyone returned the gift.
"Farewell My Concubine", who recognizes herself as a woman, came forward with her thick waist twisted, and hugged Madoka excitedly: "Last year when I saw you in the mirror, you were still cold and unkind. This year suddenly You are cute now, sister, congratulations, what is it that drained the resentment in your heart?"
Congratulations go to congratulations, don't hug my Xiaoyuan, even if you think you are a woman... Zhang Yuanqing protested silently in her heart.
To be honest, he doesn't want to deal with this "sister" very much, because he always winks at him, maybe this "sister" is holding Xiaoyuan in his arms, thinking about him.
"The sour smell of love..." Kou Beiyue muttered.
"What did you say?" Chief coach Lin Chong patted him on the shoulder.
Kou Beiyue collapsed and shook her head again and again: "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."
While the two were talking, the Lingjing ID was Zhao Xintong's junior high school girl, and she walked in front of the full-length mirror.
She is a beautiful and lovely little girl, white and tender, with shallow dimples, she doesn't like to smile, but she looks obedient. However, what was reflected in the mirror was a little girl with a gloomy expression and a weird sneer on the corner of her mouth.
The smooth mirror surface was stained with a layer of gray and black, as if polluted.
"Why is Xiaotong more fierce than last year?" The gray-haired Uncle Yang frowned, "The school is full of teachers and classmates, could it possibly intensify your hostility?"
The junior high school girl silently walked away from the mirror, her voice cold: "Are all the teachers good people, are all the classmates good people?"
"As a teacher, how can you not be a good person? Your classmates are just like you, they are still children, so don't talk like that." Uncle Yang said displeased.
"Uncle Yang, you have been a teacher all your life, don't you know that children are the devil." Zhao Xintong replied, and sat down on the futon silently.
Next is Uncle Yang. The image of Uncle Yang in the mirror is an old man weeping, with loneliness in his eyes and blood on his hands.
The mirror was stained with blood.
The image of head coach Lin Chong in the mirror is a ferocious face with fierce eyes, aggressive and cruel, like a lone wolf in the forest, staring at everyone fiercely.
Then came "Farewell My Concubine", in which a charming and beautiful girl was reflected in the mirror. Her facial features were somewhat similar to Farewell My Concubine, but more feminine.
sexualized.
This voluptuous and **** woman looks at her brightly, but what she reveals is not charm, but viciousness and hatred.
The mirror surface was also stained with a faint blood color.
One or two of you have big problems. From this point of view, it is Zhao Xintong who has the mildest nature... Zhang Yuanqing commented in his heart.
The sixteen members came to the mirror one by one. Kou Beiyue had already untied his knots and had nothing to worry about. The image in the mirror was a grumpy, rebellious little wolf dog, but that was all.
Zhang Yuanqing was surprised by the images of three people in the mirror.
One is a middle-aged man with black-framed glasses and an honest appearance. He looks like a gentle math teacher or a mediocre office worker, but what is reflected in the mirror is a crazy-looking villain who caresses his forehead and laughs wildly.
The mirror surface was stained with a thick layer of blood, indicating that this person was extremely murderous.
One is Aunt Fang with a gloomy temperament. In the mirror, she is an expressionless, gloomy old aunt. Her wrinkled and thin face reminds Zhang Yuanqing of the ghost film specialist in her early years.
A layer of deep darkness is condensed on the mirror surface, which is the expression of deep hostility.
The last one is "The good minister chooses the master and kills". Unexpectedly, the image in the mirror of this extremely talented dream master is actually a submissive, timid and timid fat man.
The look of cautiously looking left and right is like a timid mouse.
Timid and timid, his hobby is to find the boss... Zhang Yuanqing looked thoughtfully at the frustrated round face of the little fat man when he hurried away from the full-length mirror.
After looking in the mirror, the members commented on each other's "selves", loudly congratulated the members whose mentality had improved, and softly persuaded the members whose "illness" got worse.
It's like a patient meeting.
"Why are you so cowardly?" Kou Beiyue expressed her dissatisfaction in a low voice.
The little fat man looked embarrassed, and changed the topic with a forced smile: "The master is about to give a lecture, boss, let's take a seat."
Kou Beiyue nodded, and was about to turn around when she suddenly remembered that Yuanshi Tianzun hadn't looked in the mirror yet, "Yuanshi Tianzun, you are the only one left."
Everyone looked at Zhang Yuanqing after hearing the words.
Yuanshi Tianzun is not a team member in the strict sense, so of course there is no reason for him to take the lead in this team-specific process. It will be his turn to experience it after the master is over.
"The person who can make the King of Magic Eyes favor you must be a shining angel."
"Maybe it's Ba La La Little Demon Fairy."
"Maybe there is a crescent moon symbol on the forehead."
Lin Chong and Sweetheart Hongmo joked a few words.
It has been a long time since I had any extreme thoughts. Ever since I got the ghost mirror, I have been calm every day, full of beautiful yearning for life... Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, and strode towards the full-length mirror wrapped in bronze and carved patterns.
All eyes turned to the mirror.
I saw a... fragmented person reflected in the mirror.
A person who was divided into two halves, the left side was stiff and dull, and the right side was sneering evilly.
This evil personality is fierce, surly, rebellious, dangerous...
And between the completely different "two people", there are exaggerated cracks, like cracked glass.
The mirror surface was stained with a rich, deep darkness, even darker than Aunt Fang just now.
Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the genius who was vigorously promoted by the government, and at this moral model regarded by the magic eye as a fellow man.
A... more evil than them?
Such a surly person is actually a lawful profession. What happened to Yuanshi Tianzun?
But such a bitter and hated person disguises himself with smiles and sunshine to warm others...
There was surprise in Aunt Fang's eyes, Sister Hongmo and Sister Ji looked stunned, Uncle Yang narrowed his eyes, Zhao Xintong showed a scared expression, the middle-aged man pushed his glasses and curled up his mouth.
Kou Beiyue and the little fat man were stunned, and the latter muttered in a low voice: "Who is the evil professional ring?"
this is
Is it me, is this me... Zhang Yuanqing stood in front of the mirror in a daze.
Is that what I look like?
Curious and extreme, riddled with holes, and schizophrenic, is this me?
A person whose hostility is heavier than an evil profession?
"Amitabha, please take your seats." Master Wuhen's voice broke the silence.
Everyone broke free from their weird emotions and walked towards the futon in silence.
Zhang Yuanqing in front of the mirror took a deep breath and walked towards the futon at the end.
"This is not your position!" Everyone said in unison.
With a sad face, Lin Chong led Zhang Yuanqing to the futon closest to Master Wuhen, "This is your place."
Others cast pitying glances at Yuanshi Tianzun.
Yuanshi Tianzun is already a family member.
No wonder he agrees so much with Master Wuhen's ideas, no wonder Master Wuhen allows lawful professions to become peripheral members of the team. It turns out that Yuanshi Tianzun, like them, is a poor person trekking on the road of salvation.
Zhang Yuanqing: Everyone's thoughts were fluctuating, only Master Wuhen didn't express his opinion. He was like a Buddha statue, sitting quietly, watching the world's sorrows and joys with cold eyes.
After everyone was seated, the master chanted patiently and painfully in a low voice: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practice the deep prajna paramita for a long time, see that all five aggregates are empty, and overcome all hardships..."
Zhang Yuanqing looked through a few Buddhist scriptures last night, and immediately heard that this is the famous "Heart Sutra". The core idea is that the self-nature is inherently empty.
It is reasonable and reasonable to tell this scripture to this group of self-salvation groups, but Zhang Yuanqing does not understand Buddhism, and he listened in a cloud of fog. He thought that his disciples were stupid, greedy and lustful, and could not understand the depth of Buddhism at all.
But gradually, Zhang Yuanqing felt an inexplicable force blowing through his heart like a spring breeze, taking away the irritability and depression, and his mood suddenly became comfortable and his thoughts were clear.
Master Wuhen's deep voice seemed to have become majestic and sacred.
He suddenly understood that the Buddhist scriptures are not the point, but the master is the point.
The nihilistic (inner demon) can stimulate people's inner knots, and can also rely on their own abilities to soothe everyone's emotions and resolve their inner obsessions.
The sound of chanting reverberated layer by layer, penetrated into the ears of every member present, and resonated with their hearts. At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing also felt that his spirit had been washed.
It seems that I have forgotten the troubles of reality and no longer worry about the various problems around me.
The shadow of the devil, the shadow of the rose in the dark night, the revenge of Elder Cai, the dislike of the headquarters, the handle that fell into the hands of Bishop Bing...all were forgotten.
If so I heard, the four elements are all empty.
Before he knew it, the sound of chanting stopped, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, and had the illusion that life was like a dream, and his eyes had been opened for a hundred years.
He was a little dazed, and looked around calmly, and found that most people had tears on their faces, but their expressions were extremely relaxed.
With his back to everyone, Master Wuhen said slowly, "You can repent on your own."
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing had a strong "desire to confide" in his heart, wanting to spit out all the secrets squeezed in his heart, and it would be easy to spit out, just like a fat man draining two hundred catties of oil and water from his body.
Hearing the sound of "Aww", the little fat man's face was full of tears, and he cried loudly: "Master, I want to repent, I want to repent... I shouldn't be with gangsters, I shouldn't be bullying my classmates with gangsters, I should study hard and give back to the society..."
Even though the mind is calm now and the waves are calm, when Zhang Yuanqing heard this, a series of question marks still flashed in his mind.
He thought to himself, among all the people here, which one did not bear the murder case? Who doesn't have an unbearable past?
Everyone is a pitiful person with deep hatred, but you are here to confess that you didn't study hard when you were a student. Isn't it too disrespectful?
"I, I was very cowardly when I was in middle school, and because I was fat and had low self-esteem, I was often bullied by school bullies. At the beginning, they tried to cheat me of pocket money. When they saw that I didn't dare to tell the teacher, they got worse and started beating me. Me. First in the dormitory, then in the classroom.”
"Later, it escalated to making fun of me, forcing me to confess my love to pretty girls in school, watching my jokes in public, and forcing me to ask an English teacher. If I refused, they beat me."
"I have to fetch hot water for them every day, send boxed lunches, and do laundry. I don't want to be beaten, so I try my best to please them, but I am still beaten for no reason. They treat me as entertainment. Once I was beaten hard, and I went home on weekends with wounds. No problem, my parents saw it.”
"My parents went to school to make a big fuss. They threatened me that they would kill me if I dared to speak out. But the teacher told me under the pressure of my parents, just speak out boldly and confidently, and the school will make the decision for me."
"I believed the teacher and told all the people who bullied me. The teacher was very relieved and solemnly assured my parents that they would handle this matter well. But the school's handling was just to call the other party's parents to educate them verbally. , and then report criticism to that group of bad students.”
"I was miserable. Afterwards, the school bullies came to me and told me to stand at attention. One by one, they came up and slapped me, smoked my mouth, and burned my stomach with cigarette butts."
"They told me triumphantly that it's useless to tell parents and teachers, the school can't do anything to them. They also said that they have to pay 500 yuan to make them forgive me, otherwise they will burn me with cigarette butts every day."
"I have nothing to do. Adults have been hurt and can use the law to protect themselves, but even if I am beaten to death by them...Really, there is nothing to do."
"Until one day, I met a group of gangsters in the game hall. Because the game console was good, I was appreciated by Brother Dao. Brother Dao was the boss of the group of gangsters, and he was also a gangster. But in my eyes Li, that’s a big shot. Brother Dao said he would let me hang out with him in the future, but I have to pay one hundred yuan a month.”
"I told Brother Dao that all the money was robbed by school bullies. Brother Dao is also very loyal. When school was over on weekends, he led people to block those school bullies, and dragged them to the school playground. They were severely beaten and sent to the hospital.”
"Since then, school bullies have detoured when they saw me. Heh, it turns out that they are just a bunch of paper tigers, and they only play awe-inspiring things in school."
"I started to hang out with the gangsters outside the school, went to the game hall and Internet cafes, learned to smoke and drink, and asked my parents for money when I didn't have enough money. I also became a bad student in the eyes of my teachers and classmates, but I was never bullied again."
From then on, he regarded himself as a gangster, took pleasure in bullying others, took evil as his belief, and did many unforgivable things.
He tried hard to forget the past, but what happened in his youth was like an ugly, hard-to-heal scar, and the memory is still dripping with blood.
"I must have a boss. Once there is no boss, the cowardly self-abased me will crawl out from the depths of my soul, like an undead that cannot be killed or erased. I will not panic if I have a boss. Dare to risk your life with him.
The little fat man prostrated himself on the ground, crying: "Master Wuhen, I want to kill that cowardly self, I want to be a good student..."
Master Wuhen clasped his hands together and said slowly, "Amitabha! Knowing your true self is the first step to reconciling with the past. Congratulations to the benefactor."
Others clasped their hands together and said in envious and gratified tones, "Congratulations to the benefactor."
After a while, seeing no one "repent" anymore, Master Wuhen said in a deep voice: After a while ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Seeing no one "repent", Master Wuhen said in a deep voice: "This is the end, hope Everyone next year..."
A voice interrupted him: "Master, your Dharma is profound and you see your nature clearly. Don't you repent? If you want to repent, I can give you a chance."
There was a sudden silence in the hall.
Everyone looked at the speaker—Yuanshi Tianzun—with a "you're crazy" expression.
Could it be that the master's consolation, not only did not heal the trauma in his heart, but exacerbated his "illness"?
Xiaoyuan stared at him blankly, not understanding what was going on in this guy's mind.
Master Wuhen was not angry, his voice echoed in the hall: "What does the almsgiver mean by this!"
Zhang Yuanqing stared at the back of the blue Nayi, and said word by word: "Fire sun and shadow!" The condescending golden Buddha suddenly opened, and King Kong glared!
Message: I never expected that the water in this chapter is out of the sky. I can't suffer alone, and you can't escape either. . .
