Young Master? Young Master? "
Tang Ping suddenly sat up from the bed and heard Xiao Luo's voice outside the room. He panted slightly and said, "Xiao Luo, get up and come out soon."
When Tang Ping opened the door and went out, Xiao Luo looked at his pale face and said angrily: "I told them not to drink so much with the young master, especially that monk, who drank to no end."
But Tang Ping knew that the reason why he got up just now and broke out in a cold sweat was not because he drank too much yesterday.
Ever since he was drunk by Gu Xiaotang last time, Tang Ping swore that he would only drink lightly in the future. After all, his drinking capacity could only be a few ounces.
The way he is now is really because of the nightmare he had last night.
It's not entirely accurate to say it was a nightmare, because the contents of those dreams actually happened before his eyes.
In the dream, one Turk after another fell in front of him.
Surrounded by Lao Cui, Lao Du and Xiang Long, they were killing expressionlessly.
The extremely realistic corpses of the Turks fell to the ground, and then more and more blood became available until it covered his ankles.
He wanted to run, but he couldn't move his feet.
He wanted to shout to ask Lao Cui and Lao Du to stop, but no sound came out.
It felt like my whole body was under a heavy pressure, and even breathing began to become difficult.
However, the reality of the dream was too strong for him to doubt that it was a dream.
After taking the towel from Xiao Luo and washing her face, she felt a little better.
As a result, during breakfast, Li Bai ran up behind him and called Second Master, and he just picked up the bowl and threw it away.
Fortunately, Li Bai was very skilled and escaped in time.
But now the whole family looked at him strangely.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Tang Ping's face turned pale again. He just subconsciously felt that Li Bai's voice was threatening, so he threw the bowl in his hand without thinking.
"I..." Tang Ping frowned, and then said honestly: "Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night. Last night I dreamed several times of us killing people in Turks."
Although that
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Sometimes he didn't do it himself, but he watched from the side or with a drone. Sometimes when Lao Cui and the others were fighting, the sound of the knife entering the human body and the blood splattering made everything seem incomparable. of clarity.
Lao Cui and Lao Du looked at each other, and then asked cautiously: "Is this the case?"
Tang Ping nodded: "It never happened during the Turks. It just started last night. Don't worry, let's eat!"
Then he said to Li Bai: "I'm sorry, Xiao Bai, I didn't scare you, did I?"
"It's okay, hehe, Second Master, my skills are good!" Li Bai shrugged indifferently.
But Lao Cui and Lao Du were obviously not so relieved. After breakfast, they went to Tang Ping and said, "Sir, it turns out that in the army, many recruits will be in a situation like yours, and some of them will go crazy before they can survive. Already."
Tang Ping seemed to have remembered something when he saw the two of them being so serious.
He quickly took out his mobile phone and searched on Baidu. Now his network is a real 4G network, and the speed is much faster than the original 2G network.
Soon, four English letters appeared in front of him.
"ptsd!"
Translated into Chinese, it means post-traumatic stress disorder.
It turns out that Tang Ping watched a lot of American TV series and the like, and they all had similar descriptions.
The main reason is that after many soldiers see the death scene of the enemy, trauma-related situations or content will appear repeatedly and involuntarily in their thoughts, memories or dreams.
This is considered a mental illness.
But Tang Ping never thought that such a mental illness would appear in him.
So when he got up in the morning and when he had an overreaction to Li Bai just now, he himself didn't realize this was the reason.
Now I realized it after hearing Lao Cui and Lao Du say that many recruits had the same symptoms as themselves.
Tang Ping smiled bitterly, how to solve this problem?
There are no psychiatrists in this era, and it will still be some time before I return to modern times.
If this thing is not cured, he himself doesn't know whether it will be dangerous if it lasts for so many days.
"Why don't you go and have a chat with Master Xuanzang?" Lao Cui came up with an idea.
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After all, they had to get through this situation on their own in the military, but there was no treatment.
When in doubt, it is common sense for people in this era to ask gods and Buddhas.
Tang Ping thought about it and didn't know whether this was reliable or not, but he had read a lot of jokes in modern times, not all of which were about someone asking a Zen master or something, it was quite mysterious.
Buddhism inherently contains some philosophical thoughts, so Tang Ping can only treat it like a dead horse.
I took a bottle of wine and went to the small temple behind my house. Isn't it strange that there were so many people in the ceremony? I just found out yesterday that this monk is really good at drinking.
"Amitabha, I have seen the Tang donor!" Xuanzang was cleaning in front of his temple. He didn't know what he was cleaning. Anyway, the ground was not clean, so he had to come out and clean it in the morning.
Tang Ping was not polite, handed the wine to Xuanzang, and then told him his current problem.
After hearing this, Xuanzang was also stunned. He never thought that Tang Ping would come to him for such a thing.
"Tang Donor, to be honest, the poor monk doesn't have a good countermeasure for this. Why don't you let me read to you the sutra that the poor monk translated himself. This sutra is called "Maha Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra"!"
Tang Ping didn't expect that Xuanzang's method was to chant sutras. Although he was a little disappointed, he still planned to listen to it.
So in the small temple, Xuanzang sat cross-legged, knocking the wooden fish with one hand, holding the Buddhist beads with the other, and muttered: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva..."
Gradually, Tang Ping found that it seemed to have some effect. After Xuanzang recited it several times, his mood actually calmed down inexplicably.
"Thank you so much, Master Xuanzang!"
Xuanzang shook his head: "In fact, chanting sutras can only cure the symptoms but not the root cause. Heart diseases require heart medicine. The situation that Tang Donor fell into is that you don't know whether you should be responsible for the lives that passed away in front of you. It's because of your My heart is hesitating."
"My heart? Are you hesitating?" Tang Ping was stunned for a moment, then repeated Xuanzang's words.
"Yes, if your heart is as strong as iron and you think that the death of those Turks is a matter of course, you will not be in the current predicament. So in the end, it depends on whether you can figure it out and leave. come out."
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