That temple that person

"Benefactor, wake up..."

Why is this sentence again, why is everyone waking me up?Since you wake up and sleep again, and sleep and wake up again, why do you still wake up?How comfortable it is to fall asleep.I don't wake up.

"Benefactor, the Great Compassion Temple is just a small temple, I'm afraid..." The speaker seemed to hesitate: "I'm afraid I can't raise the funeral expenses for the benefactor, Amitabha, but the poor monk can't bear to see the benefactor's dead body in the wilderness, becoming a lonely soul ..." This person is really annoying, since it is a small temple, how dare you call it the Great Compassion Temple?

"After thinking about it, the only way to bury the benefactor in the vegetable field in the backyard is to use it as vegetable fertilizer... However, there are a lot of wild cats in the backyard. If you bury them in summer, within half a day, they will surely dig up and gnaw the corpses of all the wild cats. When the limbs were scattered and separated, it was more disgusting than five horses dismembering the corpse..."

Divided into pieces?Hehe, you dare to touch me, try. Back then, when I was in Beijing, the foundation of this small temple of yours hadn't even been built yet.It's useless to say more, I seemed to yawn contentedly, and fell into a deep sleep.

A shriveled voice seemed to sound like nothing: "Brother, forget it, this person didn't want to live in the first place, he can't wake up."

"He didn't want to die, and he didn't deserve to die."

"But this trick didn't work, he still didn't wake up."

Another person insisted: "This trick is useless, there is another trick."

Later, the so-called "next move" in this population became "endless move".I am very distressed, every time I am about to fall asleep, I feel that I can have a long and full sleep, but the voice of that person will always get into my ears in good time, and take me from the dream that is within reach Lee pulled back.Watching my smiling parents and sister getting farther and farther away from me, I wanted to shout with all my strength, but my throat was nearly torn, but I couldn't hear a sound.Only the tepid voice floated peacefully:

"Benefactor, the vegetable field in the backyard has been ruined by those wild cats recently, and there are only a few vegetables left. I hope the benefactor will not dislike it. Left and right, benefactor, you just can't eat, hey..."

"Does the donor like fireflies? There is nothing else in the temple. The fireflies in summer can complement the stars in the sky."

"Almsgiver, it rained last night. Even though it was summer, do you feel it's cold? The poor monk took a quilt, which was made by Tianlong when he was a child. It's smaller and older, so don't dislike it." Harmonious notes, gloomy: "He is like a corpse now, he doesn't know cold or hot. Probably, I can't even smell the urine smell of the quilt that I peed on when I was a child!" The man seemed to be still looking down. After sniffing, thoughtful: "It doesn't smell... I remember I washed it with acacia..."

"Brother!" The voice came out angrily.

"Benefactor, the poor monk intends to plant some flowers on the path in front of the mountain gate, but I don't know which flower species to plant. Hibiscus is difficult to grow, and the rose is unusual. Donor loves flowers? Can you give me an idea?"

"Benefactor, you..." "Benefactor, today..." "Blesser..." "Blesser..."

So annoying.Really annoying.I just want to sleep, why is it so difficult!I looked up from the table in a trance.

Ah, fortunately, everything looks the same.The private school is still so boring and annoying, and the cicadas outside the window are singing endlessly.But why do I feel dizzy for a while, could it be heatstroke? "You're still suffering from heat stroke!" There was a long cry, and the brushes in my pen container flew out one after another. The always cunning old man, his face flushed, strode in with a stick the size of a bowl in his hands, and he opened his mouth. A roar: "I think you are bewitched!"

Hey, what's the matter, why does the dead old man's right eye seem to be swollen?Before I could take a closer look, the old man picked up his big stick and hit it on the head, with a deafening roar: "I make you want to sleep all day long!"

I opened my eyes suddenly, and sat on the bed with my eyes wide open, as if there was still a lingering sound in my head.The familiar voice rang beside me in time: "Benefactor, are you awake? Amitabha, you have been in a coma for more than a month, do you feel hungry..."

I began to recall slowly, and the memory was like a flood that opened the floodgates, and thousands of troops came: burning torches, bloody hands hanging down, a lone star in the sky, and a dart flying over , the sliver of sandalwood on the tip of my nose... I spoke slowly, interrupting his words: "I just want to know why I can't see..."