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Chapter 412 Karma remains unresolved

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    The everlasting lantern is the style that the temple usually provides to tourists. The wicks and lamp oil used are the same as other everlasting lanterns.

    But when the hour hand passed twelve o'clock, Xia Wancheng was guided by the host to complete a series of rituals, but she couldn't light the ever-burning lamp.  Whether using matches or incense, the wick will jump out within three seconds after being lit, otherwise it will emit a dark blue flame.

    Silan looked on and said, "Look, what did I tell you?"

    Xia Wancheng thought for a while and asked the host: "Could it be that the lamp got damp in the warehouse?"

    The host hid half of his face in the shadows and only said: "Such a problem will not happen. The reason for the current situation is that the recipient is unwilling to accept your offering, perhaps because his wish has not been fulfilled.  Or maybe it¡¯s because the karma between you two has not been resolved.¡±

    But at Xia Wancheng¡¯s insistence, the host agreed to change a new lamp for her.

    "How could she admit that her lamp had quality problems?"

    As soon as the host left, Silan couldn't wait to say: "General donors will give up the idea when they hear such words. It's better for you to ask someone to help you light the lamp. What if the lamp can't be lit after a while?"

    "Will not."

    Ramsey is a world-famous Buddhist holy place. Every year, as many tourists come here to worship and worship as stars.  It can be said that the abbot and novice monk in each temple here are holy monks who are used to seeing scenes.

    But even so, this host has never experienced a weird scene where he couldn't even light two lamps.

    Xia Wancheng looked at the wick that was extinguished again, and closed her eyes in despair.

    At this moment, Xia Wancheng could no longer find any reason or excuse, so she could only mutter to herself that the karma had not been eliminated.

    "We have already said that the Buddha will not take you in. Now, if you start to grow your hair long and return to secular life, do more good deeds, and don't disturb the purity of Buddhism, maybe you can impress the Buddha in a few decades.

    Xia Wancheng watched the host walk away, handed the fragrance into Silan's hand, and winked at the ever-changing lamp.

    Silan smiled and went to light the lamps, lighting both the front and back lamps effortlessly, and then gave Xia Wancheng a "you see" wink.

    Xia Wancheng let out a long breath and shed two lines of tears looking at the two ever-bright lamps with dancing candlelight.

    She asked: "Why?"

    "You still have seven emotions and six desires, your Buddha roots are impure, and you still have concerns and obsessions in your heart. The Buddha beads are like a bright mirror, so of course I won't let you really convert to Buddhism."

    At this point, Xia Wancheng was silent again.

    In the early morning of the second day, Xia Wancheng left for the port on time.

    Silan followed her and saw that when she arrived at the port, she did not immediately start meditating and chanting sutras as usual. Instead, she looked into the distance and asked: "You told me before that there were supplies sent from Baihai that needed me to hand over.  "

    Silan stuck out her tongue, "I'm just saying it casually. At this juncture, where can the supplies be transported? How can they be sent to Modisa?"

    Xia Wancheng said: "Monks don't lie."

    "I am not a monk. If I shave my head and recite sutras, I will become a monk? You are thinking too simplistically about Buddhism."

    "I know."

    Facing the cool sea breeze, Xia Wancheng said: "I just want to find a meaning for myself to continue to exist in this world."

    Silan didn¡¯t understand, and asked curiously: ¡°How did you survive when you didn¡¯t know Mr. Micheal?¡±

    Xia Wancheng shed a tear, but it was quickly blown away by the sea breeze.  She said: "You don't understand, you don't understand what it feels like to rush forward with all your strength, but when you look back you can't see the way forward or the light."

    Until the sun jumped above the sea level, Xia Wancheng had not started chanting for the day.

    Silan was vaguely happy, feeling that today's Xia Wancheng was indescribably different from yesterday.

    She looked deeply at Xia Wancheng's back, and could still see her clean bald head and robe fluttering in the wind.  But at this moment, Xia Wancheng no longer had the oppression of being deeply imprisoned in the past.  Her back was mixed in the majestic sea, and she was actually a little open-minded.

    Silan just looked at Xia Wancheng's back, falling into unconscious tranquility, until she was slapped hard on the shoulder.

    An exotic man who was obviously not a local approached her, looked closely at her bald head, and then told her in broken English that he was a medical volunteer who came to support the Ramsey ferry accident and was now being rescued by them.  A patient reaches the end of his life.  The patient was a devout Buddhist and wanted toHear the sound of chanting.  He heard that people were chanting sutras every morning at the port here, so he came here to take a look.

    Silan was still stunned, and then heard him say that the patient had been in pain because of the large burns all over his body, so he wanted to have a moment of peace before his death.  So he asked them to help him.

    Si Lan was about to explain that she was not an orthodox monk when she heard Xia Wancheng next to her say:

    "Please lead the way."

    Silan chased after Xia Wancheng again and whispered in Mandarin: "We are not serious monks. If we go to recite sutras for others, will it show cowardice?"

    Xia Wancheng stared straight ahead and said with the same firm steps: "I have a Buddha in my heart and I am not afraid of showing my timidity."

    "I heard before that you were looking for a church at first. This Ramsey wants to believe in Christ. Are you a devout Christian now? You said that there is a Buddha in your heart. It is clearly my Buddha who is compassionate and does not share your common understanding.  .¡±

    While they were talking, they had already arrived at the medical rescue center temporarily set up for the passenger ship accident. It was less than one kilometer away from the port.

    They were led by Pablo, who claimed to be from country x, and finally came to an overcrowded ward.

    There were five patients living in this ward made of light boards. Four of the patients had their faces wrapped in gauze. Only one patient whose face was covered with ulcerated and pus-filled blisters was looking at her helplessly.

    Xia Wancheng asked Pablo with his eyes. After getting confirmation, he walked straight to the patient's window.

    Xia Wancheng stopped the patient who wanted to stand up and salute, hung the prayer beads Mark gave her on his hand, and at the same time held his hand tightly, and recited the words she recited every morning at the harbor during this period.  Sutra mantra.

    Xia Wancheng always kept her eyes closed, and her chanting speed was neither urgent nor slow, but she could really feel the life she held in her hands disappearing little by little. The temperature gradually weakened, and then slowly turned cold.

    When she could no longer feel the temperature and pulse in her hands, Xia Wancheng shed tears.

    Someone next to me said: "He has already left."

    But Xia Wancheng still persisted in reading this scripture.

    When he opened his eyes again, the person in front of him had closed his eyes so peacefully.

    She stood up slowly and saw that the medical staff in the ward and the patients lying on the bed were all saluting her.

    Xia Wancheng covered her moist eyes and said to Si Lan: "I'm fragile and sensitive, so it's really useless." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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