"Crack!"
Amidst the sound of the jade talisman breaking, a black light swelled from the palm of Xiao Yuan's hand, covering the items in the room with a dark curtain.
The scenery in the room began to distort, tables, chairs, benches, wine and delicacies all disappeared, rustic stone tiles replaced carpets, caissons with paintings of Buddha and Bodhisattvas replaced the ceiling, and bright candles burned quietly.
They came to a spacious, bright and antique Buddhist hall.
Almost subconsciously, everyone looked at the Buddha statue that reached directly into the caisson. He held his flowers and lowered his eyebrows, and was dressed in gold. At first glance, he looked kind and kind-hearted, but in fact, the half-squinted Buddha's eyes concealed ferocity.
No change... Everyone whispered silently, and then turned their attention to the back of the blue Nayi sitting cross-legged under the Buddha statue.
It seems that everyone is also afraid that Master Wuhen will lose control like me. When entering the temple, you must first see the Buddha statue... Zhang Yuanqing found that there were many futons in the temple, which just matched 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 blurry.
"Amitabha!" The deep voice of Master Wuhen, who endured pain, echoed: "Please stand in front of the mirror, understand your mind, see your nature, and see yourselves."
"Yes, Master!"
Madoka clasped her hands together, bowed and was the first to go to the full-length mirror.
When she stood in front of the mirror, the blurry mirror surface suddenly became clear, and Madoka's appearance was reflected in the mirror.
Her eyebrows are exquisite, her bright eyes are filled with tenderness, and there is a smile on her lips, as if she is full of expectations for the future.
Everyone looked at each other with envy, jealousy, surprise, and of course also heartfelt relief in their eyes.
"Good!"
Master Wuhen whispered happily.
Xiao Yuan calmly stepped back, glanced at Zhang Yuanqing without trace, and then bowed to everyone.
Everyone returned the favor.
She considers herself to be a female "Farewell My Concubine", twisting her thick waist to greet Madoka, hugging Madoka with excitement on her face: "Last year, when I saw you in the mirror, you were still cold and inhumane. This year, suddenly You are now cute, sister, congratulations, what is it that has eliminated the resentment in your heart?"
Congratulations are congratulations, don't hug my little Yuan, even if you think you are a woman... Zhang Yuanqing protested silently in his heart.
To be honest, he didn't really want to deal with this "sister" much because he always winked at him. Maybe this "sister" was hugging Madoka and thinking about him.
"The sour smell of love..." Kou Beiyue muttered.
"What did you say?" Lin Chong, the head coach, patted him on the shoulder.
Kou Beiyue collapsed and shook his head repeatedly: "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."
While the two were talking, a junior high school girl whose Lingjing ID was Zhao Xintong walked to the full-length mirror.
She is a beautiful and lovely little girl, fair and tender, with shallow pimples. 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 strange sneer on her lips.
The smooth mirror surface was stained with a light layer of gray and black, as if it was contaminated.
"Why is Xiaotong more aggressive than last year?" The gray-haired Uncle Yang frowned: "There are teachers and classmates in the school. Is it possible that it will intensify your anger?"
The junior high school girl silently left the mirror and said in a cold voice: "Are all teachers good people? Are all classmates good people?"
"You are a teacher, why aren't you a good person? Your classmates are just like you, they are still children, so you are not allowed to 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 said in reply and silently sat down on the futon.
Next is Uncle Yang. The image of Uncle Yang in the mirror is that of a weeping old man, with loneliness in his eyes and hands stained with blood.
The mirror surface was stained with blood.
The image of head coach Lin Chong in the mirror has a ferocious face and ferocious eyes. He is aggressive and cruel, like a lone wolf in the forest, staring at everyone fiercely.
Next is "Farewell My Concubine". What is reflected in the mirror is a enchanting and beautiful girl. Her facial features are somewhat similar to Farewell My Concubine, but more feminine.
Sexualization.
When this enchanting and sexy woman looked at her, she showed no charm, but cruelty and hatred.
The mirror surface was also stained with a faint layer of blood.
Both of you have big problems. From this point of view, Zhao Xintong is the least serious... Zhang Yuanqing commented in his heart.
The sixteen members came to the mirror one by one. Kou Beiyue had untied his knot and had no worries. The image in the mirror was a grumpy little wolfdog in the rebellious stage, but that was all.
However, Zhang Yuanqing was surprised by the images of three people in the mirror.
One is an honest-looking middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses. He looks like a gentle math teacher or a mediocre office worker, but what is reflected in the mirror is the image of a crazy-looking villain who is stroking his forehead and laughing wildly.
The mirror surface was stained with a layer of blood that could be described as rich, indicating that this person was extremely murderous.
One is Aunt Fang, who has a gloomy temperament. She is reflected in the mirror as an expressionless, gloomy old lady. Her thin, wrinkled face reminds Zhang Yuanqing of the ghost woman who was a professional in ghost movies in his early years.
A layer of deep darkness condensed on the mirror surface, which was a sign of deep hostility.
The last one is "a good minister who chooses his master and kills". Unexpectedly, the image of this extremely talented dream master in the mirror is actually a fat man who is obedient, timid and cowardly.
He looked around cautiously, like a timid mouse.
Timid and timid, his hobby is to find the boss... Zhang Yuanqing looked at the little fat man's round and depressed face as he hurried away from the full-length mirror, thoughtfully.
After looking in the mirror, the members commented on each other's "self", loudly congratulated members whose mentality had improved, and whispered advice to members whose "sickness" had worsened.
It has become a communication meeting for patients.
"Why are you such a coward?" Kou Beiyue expressed his 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 he 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 this.
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 kind of team-specific process. He will not be able to experience it until the main master is over.
"The person who can attract the favor of the Demon Eye King must be a shining angel."
"Maybe it's Balala Little Demon Fairy."
"Maybe there's also a crescent moon symbol on the forehead."
Lin Chong and Sweetheart Red Devil joked a bit.
I haven't had extreme thoughts for a long time. Ever since I got the ghost mirror, I feel calm every day and am full of a beautiful yearning for life... Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and strode towards the full-length mirror wrapped in bronze carvings.
Everyone turned their attention to the mirror.
I saw a... broken person reflected in the mirror.
A man divided into two halves, with the left side stiff and dull, and the right side sneering evilly.
This evil personality is fierce, surly, unruly, and dangerous...
And between the completely different "two people", there are exaggerated cracks, like glass full of cracks.
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 official, and at this moral model who was regarded by the devil's eyes as a fellow man.
Is he actually... an evil even more evil than them?
Such a surly person is actually a lawful professional. What happened to Yuanshi Tianzun?
But such a bitter and hateful person disguises himself with smiles and sunshine to warm others...
There was surprise in Aunt Fang's eyes, Sister Red Devil and Sister Ji looked stunned, Uncle Yang narrowed his eyes, Zhao Xintong showed a scared expression, the middle-aged man pushed up his glasses and raised the corners of his mouth.
Kou Beiyue and the little fat man were stunned, and the latter murmured in a low voice: "Who is the evil professional Hibiki?"
That's it
Is it me, is this me... Zhang Yuanqing stood in front of the mirror in a daze.
Is this what I am like?
Surly and extreme, riddled with wounds, schizophrenic, this is me?
A person who is more violent than an evil profession?
"Amitabha, please take your seats." Master Wuhen's voice broke the silence.
Everyone broke away from their strange 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 place!" everyone said in unison.
With a face full of grief, Lin Chong led Zhang Yuanqing to the futon closest to Master Wuhen, "This is your place."
Others cast pity on Yuanshi Tianzun.
Yuanshi Tianzun is already a family member.
No wonder he agrees so much with Master Wuhen’s philosophy, and 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 trudging on the road to salvation.
Zhang Yuanqing: Everyone's thoughts were up and down, but Master Wuhen did not express his opinion. He was like a Buddha statue, sitting silently, watching with cold eyes as if the joys and sorrows in the world had left the stage.
After everyone took their seats, the master's low and painful chanting sounded: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are empty, and survived all the hardships..."
Zhang Yuanqing flipped through several Buddhist scriptures last night and immediately recognized that it was the famous Heart Sutra. The core idea is that self-nature is essentially empty. He believes that Prajna can overcome all sufferings, achieve ultimate nirvana, and achieve the fruit of Yingti.
It is reasonable to tell this sutra to this group of self-salvation people, but Zhang Yuanqing is not familiar with Buddhism and listened in confusion. He said in his mind that the disciples are dull, greedy for money and lust, and cannot understand the profoundness 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. His mood suddenly became comfortable and his thoughts became clear.
Master Wuhen's deep voice seemed to become majestic and sacred.
He suddenly understood that Buddhist scriptures were not the important point, but the master was.
The nihilistic one (inner demon) can inspire people's inner knots, and they can also rely on their own abilities to soothe everyone's emotions and resolve their inner obsessions.
The sound of chanting echoed layer by layer, penetrated into the ears of every member present, and resonated with their hearts. Zhang Yuanqing also felt like his spirit was being cleansed at this moment.
It seems that I have forgotten the troubles of reality and no longer worry about the problems around me.
The shadow of the Demon Lord, the shroud of the Night Rose, Elder Cai's revenge, the headquarters' displeasure, the handle that fell into the hands of Bishop Bing... were all forgotten.
So I hear, the four elements are all empty.
Unknowingly, the chanting stopped, and Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, feeling as if his life was like a dream, and that he had opened his eyes for a hundred years.
He looked around in confusion and calmness, and found that most people had tears on their faces, but their expressions were extremely relaxed.
Master Wuhen, who had his back to everyone, said slowly, "You can repent on your own."
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing felt a strong "desire to talk" in his heart, and wanted to spit out all the secrets squeezed in his heart. When he spit it out, he felt relaxed, like a fat man draining two hundred kilograms of oil and water from his body.
Hearing only "Ouch", 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 follow the gangsters, I shouldn't follow the gangsters to bully my classmates, I should learn to give back to the society... …”
Even though he was calm and calm now, when Zhang Yuanqing heard these words, a series of question marks still flashed through his mind.
He said to himself, among all of you here, who is not responsible for the murder case? Who doesn’t have an unbearable past?
We are all poor people with great suffering and hatred, but you are here to regret that you did not study well when you were a student. Isn't it too disrespectful?
"Me, I was very timid in middle school. Because I was fat and had low self-esteem, I was often bullied by the bullies in school. At first they tried to cheat me out of my pocket money, but when they saw that I didn't dare to tell the teacher, they got even worse and started beating me. Me. First he beat me in the dormitory, and later he beat me in the class."
"Later, it escalated to making fun of me, forcing me to confess my feelings to pretty girls in school, laughing at me in public, and forcing me to date my English teacher. If I didn't agree, they would beat me."
"I had to fetch them hot water, deliver lunch boxes, and wash clothes every day. I didn't want to be beaten, so I tried my best to please them, but I still got beaten for no reason. They tortured me as entertainment. One time, the beating was so severe that I got injured when I went home on the weekend. No problem, my parents saw it."
"My parents went to school to make a big fuss, and they threatened to kill me if I spoke out. But under the pressure of my parents, the teacher told me to speak out boldly and confidently, and the school would make the decision for me."
"I believed the teacher and told the people who bullied me. The teacher was very pleased and solemnly assured my parents that they would handle the matter. But the school's response was just to call the other parent's parents for verbal education. , and then criticize those bad students."
"I was miserable. Afterwards, the school bullies came to me and told me to stand up when I was being beaten. They came up one by one and slapped me, slapped me in the mouth, and burned my stomach with cigarette butts."
"They proudly told me that there was no point in telling parents and teachers. The school couldn't do anything to them. They also said that I had to give them 500 yuan to forgive me, or else they would burn me with cigarette butts every day."
"There is nothing I can do. Adults can use the law to protect themselves when they are hurt, but even if I are beaten to death by them...really, there is nothing I can do."
"Until one day, I met a group of gangsters in the game arcade who were not doing their job properly. Because they played the game console well, they were highly appreciated by Brother Dao. Brother Dao was the boss of that group of gangsters, and he was also a gangster. But in my eyes Here, that's a big shot. Brother Dao said he would let me hang out with him in the future, but I have to pay him a hundred yuan a month."
"I told Brother Dao that all the money was robbed by the school bullies. Brother Dao was also very loyal. When school was over on weekends, he led people to block those school bullies and dragged them to the school playground. I beat them severely and sent them to the hospital."
"Since then, the school bullies have always avoided me when they saw me. Oh, it turns out they are just a bunch of paper tigers who only show off their power in the school."
"I started hanging around with gangsters outside school, going to game arcades and Internet cafes. I learned to smoke and drink. When I didn't have enough money, I asked my parents for 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 boyhood was like an ugly, hard-to-heal scar that was still bleeding when he recalled it.
"I must have a boss. Once I don't have a boss, the timid and inferior me will crawl out from the depths of my soul, like an undead soul that cannot be killed or erased. With a boss, I will not panic. No matter how powerful the enemy is, I will not panic. Dare to risk your life with him.
The little fat man was lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face: "Master Wuhen, I want to kill my cowardly self. I want to be a good student..."
Master Wuhen put his hands together and said slowly: "Amitabha! Knowing your true self is the first step to reconcile with the past. Congratulations to the donor."
Others clasped their hands together and said with envy and relief, "Congratulations to the donor."
After a while, no one "repented" again. Master Wuhen said in a deep voice: "After a while, no one "repented" anymore, Master Wuhen said in a deep voice: "This is the end. I hope that next year..."
A voice interrupted him: "Master, your Dharma is profound and your mind is clear. 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 an expression of "you are crazy".
Did the master's comfort not only fail to heal the trauma in his heart, but actually aggravated his "illness"?
Madoka looked at him blankly, wondering what was wrong with this guy's brain.
Master Wuhen was not angry, and his voice echoed in the hall: "What do you mean by the donor's words!"
Zhang Yuanqing stared at the back of the cyan Nayi and said word by word: "The blazing sun and the shadow!" As soon as he finished speaking, the condescending golden Buddha suddenly opened its eyes, with its angry eyes!
Message: I never expected that this chapter would be flooded with water. I can’t suffer alone, and you can’t escape either. . .
