Pure dust, my favorite is infinite

Berlin High School Buddhist Association

This time he was quite different from last time. The radiance from the red bowl in his hand shone on his fair skin, suddenly casting a layer of Buddha's light on him, which was sacred and inviolable.

And when the red bowl slowly flew into the mid-air, no one else, including the "pregnant woman" with a broken stomach, dared to move easily, and they were obviously stiff for a moment.

Only the baby is still approaching Jingchen, no different from a meat ball that hasn't grown yet, even the eyes have not been opened, and the eyelids are tightly glued together.

It's just that there is an inappropriate smile on the expression, which looks a little mature.

Jingchen lowered his head and saw that the speed seemed to be slow, but in fact, the baby appeared beside him in the blink of an eye, and was about to grab his school trousers with sticky palms.

This... the blood is hard to wash off, how can I bear it?

He directly stepped on the palm with his foot, preventing the baby from moving.

But quickly said in a low voice: "Amitabha."

There was a trace of pity in his expression, but the strength under his feet did not relax at all.

It was only because the ferocious aura emanating from the baby could already be said to be evil, at least it could have been formed by killing many innocent lives.

A dead baby who has committed many crimes does not deserve much sympathy.

Because of this thought, Jingchen began to chant mantras in his heart, not to waste any more time, it is better to get rid of such evils as soon as possible.

And the dead baby whose palm was trampled never expected that no matter how hard it tried to break free, it would not be able to pull out its hand!

It seemed that he had turned into a really helpless baby in an instant, and his mouth made a sharp sound that was exactly the same as the cry heard in the toilet.

But this will not affect Jing Chen's manipulation of the red bowl to cover it, his brows are indifferent, and he is deaf to the sound in his ears.

Only then did the dead baby realize that he had underestimated this seemingly thin and fragile boy!

Obviously last time, he was only a little bit close to...

Jingchen penetrated the baby's thoughts, but it was not worth his attention. On the contrary, he was more concerned about the question - "Why are you here? What can't you let go of to stay here forever?"

The feeling under Jing Chen's feet changed, and the baby who was suppressed before finally pulled out his hand and moved away quickly.

"Are you still missing your mother?" Jing Chen's question seemed to be a self-answered question, but it was also the most convincing answer.

The baby seemed to be unable to speak, it was a small ball, but it seemed to be able to understand Jingchen's words. Along with this question, a drop of black blood and tears slid down the corner of the eye.

Perhaps the answer to this question should be "yes".

After Jingchen thought for a while, Chibo's movements also stopped, and the dead baby escaped without a trace in just such a short moment.

Also disappearing is the ghost-like surgeon, as well as the doctor's assistant inside and others.

Jingchen stood at the place where he started at the end again. He folded his hands and looked around. The Yin Qi here has not disappeared because of the disappearance of the dead baby.

He put the red bowl back into his backpack, and it became a fact that the kid had slipped away, and he finally uttered two words: "That's all."

For some reason, he thought of his mother whom he had never met.

The expression was more complicated, and there was a little bit of undetectable bitterness in it.

When he passed the row of doctor's offices, he reached out and grabbed the strap of his backpack, and suddenly a slight smile appeared on his expressionless face.

He left after putting down some things in the office.

The next day.

Gynecologists returning to work have discovered novelty on their desktops.

It is a booklet with a modest cover.

The doctors who were on a slightly better relationship began to talk.

"What's going on? It's impossible for the advertiser to come here to distribute leaflets last night! Really, so many."

"It doesn't seem to be a simple advertisement. You can tell by looking at the content. And no one dares to stay in our department at night, not even a person on duty. I guess it's really a flyer..." The man said later I will omit it, but everyone can understand her meaning tacitly.

"There can be no ghosts in this world."

"Xiaohong always likes to sing the opposite tune to elevate herself. You are not afraid of this. If you have the ability, you will stay here overnight on duty next time!"

"Uh..." The booklet they were talking about was placed on the table, and the open pages were printed with the Blessing Heart Sutra in regular block script, and the black and white handwriting was clear at a glance.

What's more special is that in the lower right corner, it is written in dark gold fonts - Berlin High School Buddhist Association.

Although everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance of the prayer booklet, out of fear, they still followed the booklet and prayed for blessings every morning and evening.

To be sure, this is indeed useful, and it is not their psychological effect.

In the gloomy gynecology department, the doctors and nurses whose hands and feet are cold all year round seem to be wrapped in warm currents. They feel relieved and feel much more relaxed every day.

So he recited scriptures and prayed to Buddha more devoutly, and even had a deep impression on the Buddhist club of this school.

In Berlin High School, it coincided with the public activities of the Buddhist Society after school.

As the president, Jingchen sat cross-legged on the straw mat in the front, and Wen Sheng told everyone the secret of meditation.

His voice was neither too fast nor too slow, making people quiet down naturally.

There are still quite a lot of people who join this newly established club. If we say that everyone came from Jingchen's appearance at the beginning, then they were attracted by the profound knowledge of the other party.

The maze in my heart was pointed out, and I only felt that Jingchen was the real reincarnation of Bodhisattva.

Zhao Song is also in the first row below. The person who has always been like ADHD is much quieter at this time. This is one of the few moments when he can be calm.

He also saw on Jingchen's account that Tan Jingcheng was recorded and uploaded a short video, which was updated every day and gained a lot of popularity.

And Jingchen has a more in-depth application of Unlimited Software, and has also expanded his personal introduction homepage to accept additional services such as customizing safety symbols, hand-copying Buddhist scriptures, etc.

Fees are also fed according to circumstances, and there is no price.

But the person who made the reservation also knows that sincerity leads to spirit, in order to make their fortune better, they will naturally not be stingy.

Zhao Song had inquired about this matter with Jingchen before, and it turned out that Jingchen planned to accept customization first, and then handed over the Buddhist scriptures and safety talismans to the buyers in the main space of the exiled immortal.

To sum up, the gifts on the personal introduction homepage of the Jingchen account have undergone amazing changes in a short period of time, and the small flowers representing the gifts have accumulated to the point that old players are jealous to the point of bleeding.

Now it seems that the existence of the Buddhist Society is tantamount to killing two birds with one stone. From time to time, he would sigh in his heart for the clean dust that seems to be free from dust.

In fact, he may have seen through the warmth and coldness of human relationships, has a thorough understanding of many things, and has a very flexible mind.

Zhao Song stared at the gorgeous and clean face of the speaker, dazed for a moment, and suddenly thought of it, but such a mage...is particularly slow in emotion.

It's as if he has cut off his love, and he doesn't feel any affection and admiration from outsiders.

Zhao Song couldn't help but wonder if monks really have dysfunction in that aspect, otherwise how could they not even have the most basic physiological needs? ?

When he thought that such a good person as the mage was still a good man, he felt very heartbroken!

bah bah bah! !

He spurned himself in his heart, feeling ashamed that he was distracted thinking of these things in such a sacred place, and quickly put all these things behind him.

Jing Chen has always been very focused and never distracted when he was promoting the Dharma, but when he saw Zhao Song's eyes dodge at the end and he couldn't look directly into his own eyes at all, the tip of his eyebrows was slightly raised, and the end of the raised eye was twitched. squint.

It's not easy to perceive things.

On the way after the two left from the classroom borrowed by the club, it was early summer and April, and the peonies picked by the school were blooming on both sides of the road, bright red like blood, especially coquettish.

You can still smell the fragrance of flowers in the gentle breeze.

"What were you thinking while staring at me?"

"Ah? Did you find out?" Zhao Song's voice was obviously surprised, but it quickly turned into embarrassment touching his chin. He was not used to the clean chin.

Can this not be discovered?Thinking of this, Jing Chen took a deep breath of the flower-scented air, feeling pretty good.

Seeing that Jingchen's face was fine, and he became more familiar with him during this time, Zhao Song didn't hide anything, but expressed his thoughts elegantly.

"Have you ever been in love? Why don't you want to talk about it?" The regret on Zhao Song's face was clearly expressed.

He was waiting for someone's answer, but found that Jingchen's eyes seemed to be attracted by other things, and he answered him after a while.

"No, people in the Buddhist sect always keep in mind the renunciation of love." Although Jing Chen's words were firm, his tone was a little weak.

I don't know why, but my heart suddenly hurts, as if being grasped and tightened by five fingers, for no reason.

He suddenly thought of the scene when the Tathagata punished the Venerable Bowl Holder to enter the six realms of reincarnation. It was so ruthless that he was condemned without even investigating the source of the fire.

The gentle face then turned serious, and he quickened his pace after speaking, leaving Zhao Song with a thin and lonely back.

Zhao Song was puzzled by Jingchen's sudden change, and just thought he said something wrong, so he stretched out his hand and slapped his mouth.

Looking in the direction Jing Chen was looking at just now...

You can see the teaching building when you look up, and the open window on the fourth floor is the head teacher's office.

Even though it was far away, bumping into God Gong's oppressive gaze still made people froze involuntarily.

It wasn't until the office windows were closed again that Zhao Song hurried to chase after Jing Chen's figure.

On the second day, Class 4 (Grade [-]) had self-study in the morning.

Everything is almost exactly the same as when I first came to this classroom, and the number of students has not changed at all.

Which naturally included Wu Ting.

Wu Ting, who was sitting in front of Jingchen, was wearing a thick cotton jacket even in summer. From the appearance point of view, she was no different from other people except for the bloated feeling of the clothes.

At the beginning, the classmates also thought it was strange that she was like this, but they got used to it after they knew that it was because of their illness that they were cold and had to wear such thick clothes.

Only insiders such as Jingchen understand that the padded clothes are just an extra layer of cover-up on the basis of wrapping the abdomen.

After she made it clear that she would not abort the child, Wu Ting begged Di Gong to let her continue studying, and she did not want her pregnancy to be exposed.

She didn't want her family to scold her, she didn't want to be suspended from school, or run away to other schools like a mouse under the strange eyes of her classmates.

What she wanted was to be able to give birth to a child unconsciously, without anyone knowing.

Afterwards, she would either raise it secretly, or send it to a good family, at least it would be better than strangling the child on the operating table.

This idea is a bit absurd and naive, but it is very in line with the psychology of a high school girl who has not yet entered the society.

Di Gong's stern face seldom changed, but when the girl who slipped from the hospital bed kowtowed on the ground, her thin lips curled into a mocking arc.

This smile has no warmth at all, and even makes people feel chills, comparable to death.

Wu Ting's kowtow was very funny. The hand that was about to reach out to touch the teacher's trousers in prayer stopped abruptly out of fear.

"It's really touching."

"Just do what you want. "

Di Gong left.

Wu Ting didn't raise her head for a long time, she clearly felt that the child who had been kicking and beating in her belly had also regained "activeness" from the silence just now.

After climbing back onto the hospital bed, she stretched out her hand to lift off the hospital gown, and pressed against the skin of her belly covered with black veins to comfort her baby.

"Good baby, stop kicking, mom really hurts." Wu Ting didn't even realize that her words were begging for mercy.

And the pair of eyes that look hollow and unfocused looking at the bulging abdomen are very similar to the fake eyes of a doll in the ward at night.