I had a thoughtful look on my face, and my words completely woke up what I had experienced before. No matter how big or small, I was always affected by anxiety, and sometimes I felt afraid of ghosts. After careful thinking, I thought it was ridiculous. How can a monk feel fear when he has mastered Buddhism and Taoism?

I am strong enough to deal with the enemy who is not very strong, but my heart is too weak, which directly affects my strength.
When I thought of this, my body was shocked, and my words were like an awakening. Suddenly, the anxiety in my heart gradually dissipated, and the whole person’s unprecedented peace of mind was unconsciously washed, and some negative emotions disappeared.
"Who the hell are you?" Calm down, I finally realized this very important question. Who is the mummy in the box? What does he belong to? How can he speak? What questions have emerged in my mind? I am eager to know the answer.
"Is it important? If you are unstable, you will never see through the illusion before you, and a generation is doomed to be trapped in the illusion and continue to experience pain until death comes."
Fantasy?
"What on earth do you mean, am I in a dreamland now?" I was shocked when I heard the word dreamland. I felt something was wrong from the beginning. Is it true that everything I experienced was a dreamland? At this time, I expect my experience to be illusory, because such a village will encounter such a disaster
"Ha ha, let’s be clear. Maybe you don’t believe me, and you will doubt my motivation, so I will let you experience it for yourself." It’s hard to connect mummies with a low laugh and gentle words in the box.
Experience?
I was puzzled and said, "How can I experience this room?"
"Hehe, close your eyes and think of it as a dream. It’s all over when you wake up."
I laughed coldly when I heard this almost talking. At this time, I closed my eyes and suspected that it was suicide. However, although I thought so, my eyelids were not obedient, and my heart was shocked. Regardless of what the mummy really belongs to, its strength is absolutely strong.
After a while, when I opened my eyes, I found that the old sound of a box at the entrance of the hospital had disappeared.
After a few hesitations, I finally stepped into the hospital. Just now, the old voice said that everything is an illusion. Since it is an illusion, what am I worried about? Even if there is danger, it is an illusion, which has caused substantial damage to the real truth.
After I arrived in the courtyard, I stopped and looked around the courtyard, but I couldn’t see the color of the ground covered by dense weeds. The front courtyard was different from the general courtyard, because there were too many rooms here, and there were twenty rooms in the courtyard, which were crowded. Each room was very narrow, and it was ok to live alone and put a bed, but it was not possible to put his things.
"You’re here, Ling Xiaobai, and the dean just ordered you to work quickly."
Hmm?
"Work?" I look one leng and he really doesn’t know what kind of work he should do.
"Are you stupid? Do you forget to work after sleeping? Or are you kidding me? If the dean comes back, the two of us will be finished. Hurry up and sweep the yard."
The young man shook his head and said with strength that his haggard face could not hide his yellow, as if he had not eaten for a long time, and he was completely malnourished.
Seeing that I’m still standing still, the young man frowned and said with a wry smile, "I said, what time is it? There are still jokes. If the dean doesn’t clean up the courtyard before returning to the nursing home, then the two of us are really dead. We know never to joke when there is no work. It doesn’t matter what you say at night. During the day, the two of us are forbidden to communicate."
This man said a long sentence, and the whole person seemed to have been depressed for a long time. After saying this sentence, the whole person suddenly relaxed a lot, but his look was still tense. When it came to the word dean, he looked not only nervous, but also clearly fearful, as if the dean could induce anxiety in people’s hearts like a demon.
However, I can’t relax. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a fantasy or not. What matters is that I heard three words from the young population.
Nursing home!
What? This is a nursing home! Wait, this is an illusion, not a reality. I try my best to comfort myself and try to calm my heart.
"I said what’s wrong with you today? Are you taking the wrong medicine? Just now, I have told you to hurry up. If you don’t finish it before the dean comes back, you will be in trouble. By the way, do you want to quit? If you don’t want to quit, you can find the dean now and don’t get me into trouble. "
It seems that I didn’t move and angered the young man. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so angry. I could smile and say nothing about this result. I wanted to explain it, but I didn’t know how to explain it. I secretly thought, since my experience is an illusion now, what else can I explain? Anyway, it’s all an illusion
The young man threw a broom with an angry face, and I snapped it off the ground in front of me. Then I bent down and picked it up. The broom was about to sweep and do something, when suddenly a weak scream came from a distance, we both stopped moving at the same time.
"ah!"
"What happened?" I also asked consciously, who knows that young people are more nervous than a face of fear, as if they had seen the most horrible thing in the world.
"Don’t ask and concentrate on your work!"
After that, the young man threw a broom and went directly away from the flustered figure. I frowned. This nursing home was really not simple. Yuan Qing not only wanted to get something important from it, but also found a mummy. Now it is strange to scream, as if there are too many secrets hidden in the nursing home.
The dreamland is the root of the dreamland, not the truth. I seem to have forgotten!
Chapter 36 Dreamland in Dreamland
Now it seems that there is such a possibility!
Quiet is not only quiet in the room, but also scary outside.
I carefully closed the box and sighed silently. I don’t know who killed an old man so cruelly. It’s time for such a person to thunder and worship. When I turned around and was about to leave, an old voice came out of the box.
"Young people don’t go out in danger!"
"What people come out!"
I look nervous. There’s not even half a person in the room. I’ve just checked it very carefully. Even invisibility may show a trace of breath. It’s absolutely impossible to hide it. But what’s with this sound? Is it a ghost?
"Do you know what young practitioners are most afraid of?" Sure enough, the sound really came from the box, but there was a mummy in the box who didn’t seem to be able to speak.
"What is it?" Although I answered my spirit, I didn’t dare to relax at all. The corpse can talk, and I can’t feel something fishy in the room. The possibility that zombies are worse than ghosts has also ruled out that I really can’t figure out what it is.
"The heart is the heart of the Tao, and your heart is unstable. Fear will haunt you forever, affecting your thinking and decision-making. It is likely to affect your life. If you want to be strong, you must first be strong. If you are strong, you can be truly powerful. Now what you lack most is not strength but a strong heart."
Heart? I had a thoughtful look on my face, and my words completely woke up what I had experienced before. No matter how big or small, I was always affected by anxiety, and sometimes I felt afraid of ghosts. After careful thinking, I thought it was ridiculous. How can a monk feel fear when he has mastered Buddhism and Taoism?
I am strong enough to deal with the enemy who is not very strong, but my heart is too weak, which directly affects my strength.
When I thought of this, my body was shocked, and my words were like an awakening. Suddenly, the anxiety in my heart gradually dissipated, and the whole person’s unprecedented peace of mind was unconsciously washed, and some negative emotions disappeared.
"Who the hell are you?" Calm down, I finally realized this very important question. Who is the mummy in the box? What does he belong to? How can he speak? What questions have emerged in my mind? I am eager to know the answer.
"Is it important? If you are unstable, you will never see through the illusion before you, and a generation is doomed to be trapped in the illusion and continue to experience pain until death comes."