The Temple of the Reclining Buddha is 25 kilometers west of Beijing.

I went to Wat Pho to see the Buddha.

An old monk standing in front of the door is tall and thin, with thin beard and beard scattered on his chest and his forehead protruding forward, which is a little weird. The wind blew, and his beard fluttered like a fairy.

“I’m waiting for you!” said the old monk.

I laughed: “How do you know that I will come?”

The old monk said: “The air of heaven and earth can be felt in thousands of miles. The resentment is too heavy, I feel it when your heart moves.”

I said: “I don’t want to kill, but she must die, I have no other choice.”

The old monk said, “I know, she is sorry for you. You are worthy of her.”

I said: “I I want to forgive her, but my heart can’t do it.”

“Come with me!” said the old monk.

One by one, we walked in from the sidewalk on the east side of the Reclining Buddha Temple, and across the thin stone walls, there were voices of monks chanting Buddha in the temple hall. There is no Amitabha in the south…

At this time, there is only one word in my mind-kill, there is only one light in front of me-blood light.

The old monk is very old, leading the way in front, his back is very strong, I am worried that he will never get up again when he planted it.

We walked for a long time and came to the backyard of the Temple of the Reclining Buddha. There are strange rocks here, and a crow looked at me fixedly on the dry branches.

It seems to be laughing at me!

Does anyone who wants to kill someone look ridiculous? !

“Look for yourself!” The old monk pointed to a pond of 100 square meters in front of him.

The pool water is calm, and there are goldfish swimming in it.

The old monk shook his head and said, “You close your left eye and look with your right eye.”

I listen to the old monk and close my left eye, Look only with the right eye. I saw the pool of 100 square meters in front suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and there were countless ghosts and ghosts trapped in the sea of ​​fire. They were either locked by the thick and long iron chains burning red, or pierced the chest by sharp steel forks. Or be imprisoned under a thousand pounds of buckles, thousands of buckles… ears are filled with the voice of the wicked ghost crying wolf.