When I woke up, Master was not there.
When I went out to look at the sky, it was not early, and the sun was about to set.
Why did I sleep for so long, reading books and listening to stories, it was very tiring to my brain, I laughed in my heart, the abbot didn't wake me up, I spoiled me too much, the master told me about his secret things, and I can't let him down in the future, it's not that I can't be too special in the future, I have to have a look.
So, during the evening class, the abbot was really surprised when he saw me standing in the midst of the monks and reciting the scriptures with everyone earnestly.
I smiled and winked mischievously at him, and saw that although he pretended to ignore the signal after receiving the signal, he was obviously in a good mood, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of relief that his child had finally grown up, and my mood suddenly brightened up and brightened.
The days that followed continued day after day, and I would attend morning and evening classes with the monks and recite scriptures.
I used to like to listen to monks chanting scriptures, and I thought it was like singing, which was very interesting.
Now I'm starting to read it, but I'm still enjoying it.
I especially like to recite the Death Mantra because it is said to transcend the souls of the dead.
Every time I recite the mantra, I pray that my father will be able to reincarnate in Elysium in my recitation.
Of course, when I didn't want to listen to the lecture, I would take the initiative to make a mistake and be punished to go to the scripture pavilion to think about it.
In fact, it is to read the scriptures that I am interested in, which is a secret between me and the abbot.
I tried to take the scroll off.
But it was really heavy, as the abbot said, and it couldn't be lifted at all.
After trying a few times to no avail, I gave up and put all my body and mind into studying.
When I looked through the books, I realized that the collection was not limited to the scriptures.
It is not uncommon to find some buildings, historical books, and even books about witchcraft, healing, and feng shui in some of the corners.
It's as if they were deliberately hidden there, quietly waiting for someone to arrive.
It's getting more and more interesting.
Every time I find a book like this, I get excited as if I've found a treasure map, and then I read it voraciously.
As a result, I "made mistakes" more and more, because the "treasures" in the Scripture Pavilion were too attractive to me.
Sometimes, when you get addicted to watching, you just stay there all night.
Once, I flipped to a strange book with a picture in it.
It depicts a man sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes seemingly open; Place your thumbs together and hold them together in front of your lower abdomen.
It looks like an ordinary meditation, but the person on the picture looks comfortable and contented, showing great enjoyment.
Curious, I sat down on the futon and practiced according to the words next to the picture.
I quickly entered a state of emptiness, a kind of extreme relaxation of body and mind, which is difficult for people to understand without experiencing it firsthand.
It was amazing and enjoyable.
I immediately became obsessed with meditation and it became a daily lesson for me.
Once, while meditating, I entered a meditative state, and suddenly I looked inward and saw a little light in the dantian of my lower abdomen.
I suppressed the joy in my heart, adjusted the true qi around me, and pulled that bit of light like a push-pull bellows to ignite a flame, making it bigger and bigger.
Soon the light illuminated my whole body, and the whole area became brighter, and I could see everything around me clearly.
I held my mind, held my breath, and began to enjoy the feeling of lightness.
Leisurely, at ease, as if everything was meant to be.
Soon, my body changed again, and the pores around my body seemed to be able to breathe.
Every time you meditate, you don't feel stuffy even if you don't breathe.
I can feel the turbidity in my body shooting from the pores of my body to the sky, and the vast true qi of the universe enters my body from the pores and travels around my body, making me more energetic and lighter.
It is a feeling of being in harmony with heaven and earth, a state of selflessness.
I don't know if the unity of heaven and man in the mouths of the ancients is what I felt at that moment.
Along with this, the eyes also changed.
At the end of that night, I came out of the Pavilion and a gust of wind blew out the lanterns.
It was a moonless night, and there was no lighting, so I couldn't see my fingers, but I could see everything around me clearly, as clearly as I could see in the daytime, but the light was slightly dim.
At the time, I thought it was strange, thinking that I had forgotten the time, and I didn't know it when it was dawn, so I laughed at myself a little.
But the temple was quiet, and when I listened to it, I heard a slight snoring in the meditation room.
This is strange, how can I sleep lazily and others don't get up, how can the sweeping monk disappear At that time, I was very thirsty, and I didn't think too much about it, for fear of disturbing Master's dreams, so I went to use the Jixiang Kitchen to find a scoop to drink.
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But I don't want to see myself reflected in the water, and my pupils are like a cat's eye at night, big round and black.
I let out an "ahh I clutched my chest and gasped violently, closing my eyes in a panic.
But I found that closing my eyes and opening my eyes were the same.
Even when you close your eyes, you can see more clearly than when you open them.
Because the moment you close your eyes, every pore of your body seems to come alive, sensitively capturing the signals of everything around you, and forming an image in your brain.
This change is more terrifying to me than the previous changes in smell, hearing, and physical mobility Am I going to be a sperm?
After a while, I picked up the scoop on the ground, scooped up the water, and carefully observed the shadows inside.
Fortunately, except for the fact that Hitomi is different, the rest of the place is still the same.
It gave me a little peace of mind.
I drank the water hastily and went back to the meditation room.
While the abbot was sleeping soundly, he hurriedly tiptoed to the couch and got into the quilt.
It was a messy night's sleep, and it wasn't restless at all.
I finally stayed up until the master got up, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
When Master went out, I sat up and ran to the bronze mirror to look.
Thankfully, Hitomi was back to normal, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
After a few days of worry, I realized that my eyes only changed with the intensity of the light.
During the day, at dawn there is no difference between normal and only when it is dark.
And at night it was dark, and no one paid attention to this, which made me feel a little more at ease. t1706231537: