Human disqualification

Chapter 14 Phosphorus Fire
Born
In the spring of his twenty-fifth year, he had a big lozenge-shaped student hat, which he gave to the shyest freshman among many students, and then took the train home.When we arrived at the train station, there was already a small carriage waiting there with the pattern of an eagle spreading its wings.The young master galloped along the Sanli road in a carriage.The sound of the wheels rolling, the driver's yelling, and the sound of hoofs colliding merged together, and the crisp chirping of larks was heard several times.

Snow traces can still be seen in the spring of the Northland, only the driveway is as dry as a black line extending into the distance.The remaining snow in the fields has melted, and there is still snow on the winding mountains, forming a purple picture.The pile of yellow wood in the foothills looks very eye-catching, and a row of low workshops can be seen beside it, with green smoke drifting from the thick chimneys to the clear sky.That was the home of the new graduate.He hadn't been home for a long time, and he was casually admiring the scenery of his hometown at this time, pretending to yawn relaxedly.

For the next year, he spent most of his days walking.He visited all the rooms in the house, greedily feeling the unique atmosphere of each room.The western-style room at home smells like herbs, which smells weird.There was a milky smell in the dining room, but the smell in the living room made him feel a little embarrassed.The house at home is two-story, and he looked at all the corners of the house, and even went to the independently built hut.Every time he opened a door, his unclean heart would throb, and all kinds of familiar smells opened the door of his memory, reminding him of his time in Tokyo.

He not only stays at home, but also goes to the fields and fields.Although he doesn't like the red leaves in the wild and the duckweed in the fields, he likes to see the rice waves being blown by the spring breeze.

He seldom put the pocket poetry books he had read before and the book with the black hammer pattern on the red background next to his pillow.When going to sleep at night, he lay on the bed, put his hands under the lamp, and carefully looked at the lines on his hands.He became obsessed with studying palmistry, and his palm was covered with tiny lines, among which three long lines were arranged horizontally.The three crooked, reddish chains heralded his fate.It can be seen from the lines that his intelligence and emotion surpass many people, but his life is very short, and he may die at the age of 30.

He got married the next year.If the other party is a beautiful woman, he doesn't think it's too early.The bride is the daughter of the owner of a brewery in a nearby town and is good at weaving.Her complexion is a little dark, and although the skin on her cheeks is smooth, she has a little hair.The wedding was grand, and for nearly a month after the marriage, he liked his wife very much.

That winter, at the age of 59, my father died.It was a sunny day on the day of the funeral, and the sun shone on the snow, reflecting golden light.He picked up the hem of the kimono culottes and tucked it in the opening. Wearing straw sandals on his feet, he stepped on the snow to the temple on the top of the mountain two miles away.Behind him were people carrying his father's coffin, and behind him were his two younger sisters, whose faces were covered with white gauze.The funeral procession was magnificent.

After his father's death, his father's status and reputation fell to him, which changed his situation dramatically.

Because of this reputation, he was once very proud.His plan was to reform the factory and make a big splash.But when it was really implemented in action, it was difficult, so I had to give up.In the end he handed everything over to the manager.The current changes in the home are that the oil painting of poppies replaced the portrait of the grandfather in the Western-style room, and the other is the installation of French-style porch lights on top of the black iron door.

Nothing changes in the home, all changes start from the outside.In the summer following his father's absence, the town's bank faced a huge crisis.If the bank fails, his family will also go bankrupt.

After some consideration, the manager had to cut staff.This incident aroused the anger of the worker. What he had been worried about had not only happened, but also ahead of schedule.He had no choice but to comply with the demands made by the workers.But instead of feeling frustrated and sad, he was very angry: "It should be okay to give them what they want?" In the end, the solution to this matter was small layoffs.

From then on he began to like going to temples.The temple is not far from his home, on the top of the back mountain.The roof was galvanized iron and shone brightly.The abbot of the temple is a thin old man. His right ear was once torn, and now there is a black scar, which looks very hideous at first glance.Even in the hottest summer, he rushed to the temple on the stone steps, so he gradually became acquainted with the abbot.In summer, the corridors in the temple are lush with vegetation, and there are several beautiful celosias blooming in the middle.The abbot was supposed to be taking a nap, so he called softly in the corridor, and a few lizards in the corridor heard the sound and came out.

He came to the abbot this time to ask the meaning of the Buddhist scriptures, but he didn't expect the abbot to do any research on it.The abbot listened blankly to his request and laughed out loud.He had no choice but to smile wryly back.Sometimes he would ask the abbot to tell some stories about ghosts. The abbot's voice was hoarse, and he told more than twenty stories at a time.He was very curious and asked the abbot if there were really ghosts in the temple, but the abbot said there was no such thing at all.

More than a year passed in a blink of an eye, and his mother passed away one after another.After his father passed away, his mother had been working hard for him, causing physical and mental exhaustion, and his life was not long.After his mother passed away, he realized that he often went to the temple to pray for his mother.So after his mother passed away, he gradually got tired of the temple.

Only now did he realize that this small family was very desolate.Of the two younger sisters in the family, the older one married a restaurant owner in a neighboring town.The younger one attended a private girls' school in Tokyo where gymnastics was popular.The little sister wears a pair of celluloid black-rimmed glasses, and she rarely goes home at ordinary times, only coming back during winter and summer vacations.All three of them wear glasses, the eldest sister with gold-rimmed glasses, and he with a pair of metal-rimmed glasses.

Because he has a lot of worries about playing near his home, and he can't drink alcohol, so he often goes to neighboring towns to play.Later, he caused some small scandals while visiting neighboring towns, so he didn't go much.

He suddenly wanted to have a baby, which would also improve the relationship between him and his wife.In fact, he hated his wife's fishy smell.

He is about to reach his thirties, and he is gradually gaining weight.He is addicted to smoking and smokes seven boxes of Hope brand cigarettes every day.The back of his delicate and smooth hand is like a woman's hand, and the fingertips are yellowed by nicotine, which cannot be washed off no matter how much they are washed.Every morning when he washed his face, he lathered his hands with soap and lathered it.

That spring, the wife gave birth to a girl.Two years ago, my wife lived in secret at a major hospital in Tokyo for a month.

The daughter has a nice name - Lily.Her fair skin is nothing like that of her parents; her hair is sparse, and her eyebrows can't be seen unless you look closely; she has long hands and feet, making her look very delicate.At two months, she was 58 centimeters long and weighed ten kilograms. Compared with many children of the same age, she developed better.

On the 120th day of the child's birth, they held a birthday party for their daughter, and the scene was very grand.

Thousand Paper Cranes

My personality is simple and honest, too straightforward, completely different from you.My wife was not a virgin when she married me and I was kept in the dark for three years.Looking at my wife, who is passionate about fabrics and beaming with happiness, I thought maybe I shouldn't have said this.Doing so would be too heartless for her, and it might have a negative impact on all couples in the world.But I couldn't help but want to say it because I really wanted to punch that prudish face of yours.

I have not read Valély and Proust.In fact, I don't know much about literature.This is also a good thing for me, because I can see human nature more thoroughly.Human beings are nothing but flies in the vegetable market.I think the author is the most important thing, and the work has no meaning.

No matter how good the work is, it is within the scope of the author's ability.Those so-called transcendent works are nothing more than fooling readers.You should be very disapproving, right?You want to make your readers believe in inspiration, so you must accuse me of saying very vulgar.Then I will express my meaning more clearly: I wrote those works for myself.If you are smart, you should ignore my attitude, otherwise please get rid of your self-righteous attitude.

My purpose in writing this novel is to humiliate you.Of course, I will be humiliated because of this subject, but I certainly will not beg your sympathy.I did this just to slap you from a higher level than you, to make you feel the endless suffering of human beings.

My wife tells little lies now and then, and we're pretty similar in that.At the beginning of autumn this year, I finished a short story boasting about the happiness of my family.After finishing writing, I gave the novel to my wife, who read it in a low voice, said something good, and moved the topic elsewhere.No matter how dull I was, I could feel my wife's uneasiness. I didn't sleep for three nights, thinking about why my wife was so abnormal.Gradually, I had the answer in my heart, but it was hard for me to accept.My nature carries the characteristics of constant exploration.

For the next three nights, I pressed my wife on and on.But my wife used this to laugh at me, and even lost her temper at me.In the end, I was forced to do nothing, and I had to come up with some low-end tricks.In that blissful short story I once wrote: "Even a man like me is very happy when he gets a virgin." I deliberately revealed this to my wife as a way to stimulate her and use it with He said to her in a threatening tone: "I am a great writer now, this novel will definitely be passed down for a long time, and then you will always bear the infamy of cheating." Bluffed.She was silent for a while, and finally said cautiously: "Only once." I comforted my wife softly: "You were too young to understand anything at that time." In fact, I wanted her to tell more truths.As a result, the wife changed it to two times, and then changed it to three times.I asked her with a smile, what kind of man is the other party.She uttered a name, one I had never heard before.When my wife told about the man, I hugged her so she could feel my sincerity.This sincere relationship is Duan Nieyuan.In the end, the wife said about six times, and burst into tears after speaking.

The next morning, the wife appeared relaxed.She sat on the opposite side of the table and clasped her hands together, looking slightly naughty.I bit my lower lip lightly and gave her a hearty smile, she looked more relaxed, then sneaked a glance at me and asked, "Do you feel sad?" I replied, "A little bit."

What I want to show you is that no matter how timeless the outward appearance may be, it is at bottom something vulgar.I'll just tell you how I got through that day.

After that, I didn't want to see anything about her, whether it was her face or her tabi.When I see these, I will not only think of her miserable past, but also think of the happy time living with her.I decided to visit a single teenager who was an oil painter.Judging from what happened to me at the time, it was really not suitable for me to visit friends who had already married.

Along the way, I tried to think about other issues and not let what happened last night enter my mind.Thinking about life and art, especially about literature, brings back those fresh memories.So I started to observe the plants on the road.Lycium barbarum belongs to shrubs, and the flowering season is at the end of spring. It is not clear what family it belongs to.In the current season, it only takes a few days before it will produce small yellow fruits.I can't continue thinking about it, otherwise it will be very dangerous, so I quickly shifted my sight.Miscanthus, in my impression, seems to belong to Gramineae, a white grass, one of the seven autumn grasses.The seven grasses of autumn are: cloverleaf, platycodon grandiflorum, yellow-backed grass, cumin, and miscanthus, and there are two more. What is the sixth?I suddenly remembered my wife's voice: about six times.I struggled to get up, almost to a trot, and fell to the ground several times.Here is a fallen leaf, is it?Forget it, forget about plants.From now on, think about what keeps you sane, think about what keeps you sane... I stagger forward, picking myself up.

I silently recited the square formula of A+B in my heart, and then started to study the square formula of A+B+C.You must be pretending to be incomprehensible right now.But if you encounter this kind of situation, or even milder one than I have encountered now, I am afraid that you will not need the usual elegant literary theory, and you will not only study mathematical formulas, but maybe count beetles.

I silently recited the names of the internal organs of the human body, and walked quickly into the apartment where my friend lived.

I knocked on the door of my friend's room. When I was waiting for my friend to open the door, I saw a goldfish tank hanging in the southeast corner of the corridor. There were four goldfish swimming in the tank. I started counting the number of fins.After a long time, my friend came to open the door. Looking at his sleepy eyes, I thought I had disturbed his dream.When I entered a friend's house, I felt a burst of relief in my heart.

Loneliness is one of the most frightening things, and it's nice to talk to people.If the other party is a woman, it will aggravate the feeling of uneasiness, so it is best to talk to a man, especially a man with a gentle personality.Fortunately, the friend I am looking for fully meets the above conditions.I saw a landscape painting numbered twenty, which showed a clear pond and a bungalow with a red roof, and I kept commenting on it.This painting was recently painted by a friend, and it is a masterpiece for him.He leaned the canvas of the painting face inward against the wall.Without any hesitation, I turned the painting over and admired it.How did I evaluate my friend's paintings at that time?If your art reviews are fantastic, mine are barely satisfactory.We all approach reviews the same way: find fault here and there.I started with the theme, color, composition, etc. of the work, and picked out many flaws, and all of them used various abstract words.

My friends listened carefully to my comments and agreed with them very much.Oh no.In fact, I didn't give him a chance to talk at all, and I couldn't stop talking from the moment I walked in the door.

But I was still flustered inside, so I shut up at the right moment and started playing chess with my teenage friend.The two of us sat on the bed, put away the crookedly drawn cardboard, and placed the chess pieces on it.A few games of chess were played quickly.My friend's original habit of playing chess is to think about it from time to time, but when he sees me annoyed, he doesn't care about thinking, he just picks up the chess piece and drops it.I can't let myself be idle, not even for a moment.

My heartstrings are tense all the time, and I'm sure it won't last long.Looking at the chessboard, I realized that the danger was coming, so I pushed the chessboard away tiredly, said "no more", and then lay on the bed and didn't want to move.My friend lay on the bed with me, took out a cigarette and started smoking.I was in a daze, and couldn't stand rest.I kept saying "Forget it, forget it..." That huge shadow kept eating at me, I drove it away over and over again, I thought I had to find something to do.

You should laugh at me.I rolled over on the bed and saw a piece of toilet paper scattered beside the pillow, so I took it in my hand and began to fold it.

Fold it into a bag first, fold it in half diagonally like this twice, then bend this section to make a wing, then fold the other end into a bird's beak shape, then pull it away, facing the top Blow through the small hole, and it becomes a paper crane.

Waterwheel
When they came to the bridge, the man originally wanted to go back, but the woman crossed the bridge, so the man followed.

"Why follow her?" the man thought.It shouldn't be nostalgia, his passion dissipated after leaving the woman's body.The woman was silent, and just as she was about to go home, the man lit a cigarette.He found that his hands were no longer trembling, which halved his interest.It seems that it is better to maintain the state just now, so when the woman left home, he also left with her.

The two walked along the narrow earth embankment one after the other.It was dusk in early summer, and the chickweed flowers on both sides of the road were blooming like stars.

There are groups of people who can only be interested in the opposite sex who hate each other, men and women alike.The woman went to the man's residence in the suburbs today as usual, laughing at every word the man said.The man's resolute response to the woman's contemptuous attitude arouses the woman's competitiveness.This kind of explosive form inspired the distorted lust of the two, and the man used another form to vent the power in his body. When the two left each other's bodies, they clearly realized that there was no love between them at all.

The two walked side by side, knowing that neither side would compromise, and their disgust for each other deepened.

A four-meter-wide river flows slowly under the embankment.The surrounding light was dim, and there was a faint light in the river.The man stared at the river and wondered if he wanted to go back.The woman still didn't say anything, and walked straight forward, so he followed behind again.

This is not because of reluctance, but because I want to make a complete break.The words are not very pleasant, but you must learn to deal with the aftermath when you do anything.Eventually, the man finds a suitable excuse for his following.He followed closely at a distance of ten paces from the woman, and knocked down the wildflowers by the roadside with his cane.He thought, maybe bowing his head to the woman and confessing in a low voice can solve this matter that has been entangled for several months.Men are very good at this kind of thing, but now it's past the perfect time, so he can't open his mouth.Such words should be said immediately afterwards, otherwise it will have absolutely no effect.For example, now that the two have started to confront each other again, how stupid would it be to say such a thing.A man knocks down a green reed with a cane.

A roar came from behind, the woman suddenly turned her head, and the man also quickly turned his head to look back.There is an iron bridge down the river, and the train is passing over the iron bridge now.They watched the cars with the lights on pass one by one in front of them.The man felt a scorching heat behind him, which came from the woman's gaze.There was the echo of a train from the forest ahead.The man gritted his teeth and thought, if he turned his head and met her eyes, he sneered and said, "The trains in Japan are also good!"

But the woman left long ago.When the man turned his head and saw the yellow dress with white spots on the woman, he thought about going home and proposing to her.Of course, this is just an excuse to break up with her completely, not really marry her.

The man clamped his cane under his armpit and started to run slowly.When he got close to a woman, his firm belief began to crumble.The woman's thin shoulders shrugged slightly, and she walked unhurriedly.When the man ran two or three steps away from her, he suddenly felt a violent disgust. He even smelled an unbearable stench emanating from the woman's body, so his steps slowed down.

The two maintained this stalemate and walked forward silently.At this time, a poplar forest appeared in the middle of the road. Women choose the left side, and men choose the right side.

I don't need to worry about anything at all, I just run away.Even if he escapes, he will be like other men, leaving behind the image of a heartless man who likes to talk sweetly.Men are like this, so let's run away.

After passing through the poplar forest, they naturally resumed walking side by side.Neither of them looked at each other.Or just tell her, "I won't tell anyone." The man wants to smoke, so he fumbles with one hand in the sleeve of his kimono.Or tell her: "Every woman goes through three stages: daughter, wife, mother. Let's get married." She should ask me, "Are you Strindberg?" The man struck the match , the blue and black silhouette of a woman was swaying in front of his eyes.

Eventually, the man stopped, and the woman stopped too.They stood with their backs to each other for a moment.The man felt a little annoyed when he saw that the woman didn't look like she was about to cry.He pretended to be relaxed and looked around. There was a waterwheel hut on the left, and the waterwheel was turning leisurely in the night.Every time he came here for a walk, he would go there to have a look.The woman suddenly turned her back to the man and left. The man stood there smoking a cigarette without any intention of calling her.

nun
This happened late at night on September 29th.Going to the pawn shop again in October will save you from paying one month of interest, as long as you have to be patient for one more day.Thinking of this, I slept at home all day without even smoking a cigarette.But at night I couldn't sleep.It was about 11:30 at that time. I heard the sliding door of the house move. I thought it was the wind, but I heard it again soon. "Is there someone knocking on the door?" I stretched out my hand from the bed and opened the door, and saw a young nun standing outside.

This nun is petite and well-proportioned, with black and blue on the top of her head, an oval face, pink in her light-black cheeks, her eyebrows are very similar to the crescent eyebrows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, her big, round eyes are clear and bright, and her eyelashes very long.The tall and small nose is very cute, the light red lips are somewhat thick, the lower lip is slightly protruding, the corners of the mouth are turned up, and a row of white teeth can be vaguely seen.The black clothes were ink-stained, as if they had been starched. There were clear and straight creases on the clothes, which seemed to be a little small. The feet were about three inches exposed. The calves were soft and pink, with sparse fluff, wrapped in narrow cloth socks Ankle, very tight.In her left hand she holds a long, narrow book with a scarlet cover, and in her right hand she holds a sapphire rosary.

I thought it was my sister, so I said "Come in" to her.She walked into the house and gently closed the door.There was a rustling sound from the kapok Tsing Yi, and she came to my pillow and sat down straight.I was lying in bed looking at her face, suddenly my eyes turned black, I held my breath, feeling terrified in my heart.

"You look very similar, but you shouldn't be my sister?" I suddenly realized that I don't have a sister, "Are you?"

The nun said, "I should have gone to the wrong house. The houses here all look the same."

The fear subsided a little.Her fingernails were about half a centimeter long, and her knuckles were thin and black.

"Looking at me lying like this, your neck and other skin are clean, why are your hands so dirty?"

The nun replied: "Because I did something unclean, I took scriptures and rosary beads to cover up. I brought scriptures and rosary beads on my body to make the colors match better. The black black clothes can set off the blue and red colors. It makes me look elegant."

She opened the scriptures and said to me, "Recite this!"

I closed my eyes and replied, "Okay!"

"Pure Land Shinzong said: 'If you look closely at life's floating life, if you want to talk about the ruthlessness in it, it is almost the impermanence of this world from beginning to end, like a dream bubble.' Let's read something else, it's too hypocritical.' Women except five Obstacles, three obediences, the depth of the sin, far surpassing that of men. Even the Buddhas of the ten directions sighed, knowing characters with their own strength, there is no way to save a woman to become a Buddha.' It's just nonsense."

I closed my eyes and said, "Keep reading, it sounds very good. My daily life is very boring, and if it weren't for someone's surprise visit, it wouldn't arouse my curiosity. Now I close my eyes and don't read anything. What I don't even ask, I just want to chat with you. It turns out that I can be such a man, and it feels good. How do you feel?"

"It doesn't feel very good, but these are things that can't be helped. Do you like listening to fairy tales?"

"like."

The nun continued: "Then tell a story about a crab. One night, the bright moonlight shone on the beach, and a crab saw its own ugly shadow. It was so frightened that it couldn't sleep all night and started to walk. It is also wobbly. In the deep sea without moonlight and among the dancing kelp forests, it can sleep well, and even have a dream about the Dragon Palace. Isn’t this better? But the crab is deeply attracted by the moon , wholeheartedly crawling to the beach. It finally climbed to the beach, but saw its own ugly shadow. The crab was very shocked, took a staggering step, and muttered softly, "I'm a man, I'm a man..."

"The crab's carapace is fragile, but it is only fragile on the surface. It is said that when the crab's carapace breaks, you can hear a 'crack'. There was once a big crab in England. It was born with a red carapace and had a very gorgeous appearance. , but unfortunately its carapace was broken. It was very sad to see the exposed white meat, so it staggered into a cafe. There were many small crabs in the cafe, smoking and chatting with women. One of them A little crab born in France, staring at the big crab with clear eyes. The little crab is covered with dark gray stripes, which are intricately intertwined and full of oriental charm. The big crab avoided the little crab's gaze and whispered: "Can you Don't bully the injured crab.'

"Oh, that skinny crab is even more pitiful than this big crab. But it was addicted to the bright moonlight, forgot the lesson from the last time, and continued to crawl from the northern sea to the beach, but it was scared again." This one is ugly Who is the flat shadow? Is it me? But I'm a young man, have I been crushed? Is my carapace so ugly? Am I so weak?' The little crab staggered, mouth I don’t forget to mutter. Do I have any talents? Even if I have, they are some weird talents, just enough to survive. How are you going to sell your manuscript to the editor? In order to achieve the goal, can you use any means? For example, advance Prepare eye drops, cry to the other party. Or use words to threaten. Or wear decent clothes, do not write any notes in the work, pretend to be tired and say: 'If it can be like this...'

"The water on my body is slowly evaporating, and the only good thing about me is the smell of sea water. If the aroma of sea water disappears, I will disappear with it. Let's go back to the sea and dive to the bottom of the sea. There are nostalgic kelp on the bottom of the sea The forest and the leisurely fish. The little crab is very painful. It struggles to move forward on the beach. Passing the thatched huts on the coast, it stops for a short rest, and then climbs to rest under the rotting fishing boat. Crab! Where is it? The crab of Tsuruga travels around the world, and the crab of Tsuruga can only go wild..." She stopped suddenly.

I opened my eyes and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

She replied softly: "It's all right. I just feel a little pity. This paragraph is in "Ancient Affairs"...Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. Where is the toilet?"

"Go out of the room and go to the right. The door is at the fir panel."

"In autumn, women feel cold." She curled her neck playfully, rolling her eyes.I couldn't help laughing.

After the nun went out, I huddled my head under the quilt and thought.But I didn't think about any unfathomable things, I just thought that I could make a lot of money this time, and I couldn't help but smirk when I thought of this.

The nun came into the house again, with a flustered expression on her face.She closed the door and said to me: "It's already twelve o'clock, I have to go to bed. Is it okay?"

I said, "It's okay."

One thing I discovered when I was a teenager is that no matter how poor people are, they will ask for more comfortable bedding.I have already prepared, so as not to be in a hurry when there are guests staying overnight.I sat up from the bed and pulled out one of the three mattresses to make a bed next to it.

"This mattress looks like painted glass."

I took out another quilt from my own two quilts.

"I don't cover the quilt, just lie down like this."

"So that's the case." I immediately got into my bed.

There was no sheet on the mattress.The nun put the scriptures and rosary beads under the mattress, and lay on it with her clothes on.

"Please look at my face carefully. I will fall asleep soon, then I will grind my teeth, and then the Tathagata Buddha will descend."

"Tathagata Buddha?"

"That's right, the Buddha comes out for night tours every night. Didn't you say that your life is boring? Then you have to look after it now. The reason why I told you in advance is because of this."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a steady breathing sound.When she started to grind her teeth, I stretched out my hand from the bed and opened the door, and the Tathagata Buddha stood outside the door.

He rode on a white elephant, about two feet tall, with a set of metal saddles that had rusted and turned black.Tathagata's figure is quite thin, and you can see protruding ribs, much like shutters.He wore a tattered brown sackcloth about his waist, and nothing else.His limbs were slender, like a praying mantis, covered with dust and cobwebs.Black charcoal skin, short, crimson, curly hair.On the face the size of a fist, the eyes and nose were wrinkled into a ball.

"Are you the Tathagata Buddha?"

Rulai's hoarse voice made a deep voice: "Yes. The reason why I came out is because of the current dilemma."

"What stinks?" I took a breath, since the Tathagata appeared, there was a stench in the room, it was too stinky.

"Really? In fact, this white elephant is already dead. It was stuffed with mothballs, and it still stinks." His voice became deeper and deeper, "It's not easy to get a living white elephant now. ah."

"Can't ordinary elephants work?"

"It's not okay to rely on the status of the Tathagata. I have no choice but to appear here. If it weren't for those annoying guys who forced me, I wouldn't come. It is said that Buddhism is very popular here."

"Ah, Tathagata Buddha, I'm almost fainted by the smoke, so hurry up and think of a way."

"It's really pitiful." He began to stammer, "Do you think the Tathagata's way of showing up is a bit funny and embarrassing? Please tell the truth."

"I think it's very grand, not at all like you say."

"Really?" Tathagata leaned forward slightly, "That's good, maybe it's because of my face, I have been worried about this before. Now I can go back with peace of mind, and you can just see Tathagata's face when he left. Your style." Then he sneezed, and then he muttered "Oops!" Then I saw Tathagata and White Elephant suddenly become transparent, like paper dropped into water.

I got into the bed again and looked at the nun. There were trance smiles, innocent smiles, unnatural smiles, humble smiles, happy smiles, and smiles while crying.She kept smiling all the time, and then slowly became smaller.With the sound of running water, she transformed into a doll about two inches long.I reached out and grabbed the doll with one hand, observing it carefully.The smile condensed on her light black cheeks, the lips were like raindrops, the color was still light red, and the white and regular teeth were like poppy seeds.Her tiny hands were about the size of snowflakes, and were somewhat black in color. Her feet were like slender pine branches, covered with white socks the size of rice grains.I blew on the hem of the black robe.

(End of this chapter)