When Li Lianhua woke up from the coma again, a strong shock spontaneously arose from the bottom of his heart, like a raging storm and waves. What he was lying in at the moment was a meditation room that was so small that it could almost accommodate only one person, and every inch of space seemed to be tightly sealed, tightly confining him between this small world and world.
On one side of the Zen room, a simple bed occupies most of the space. On the other side, there is a solemn incense platform with a Buddha statue enshrined on it. The incense burned quietly under the Buddha statue, and the slowly rising white smoke was light and ethereal, like thin silk threads piercing the sky, and finally dissipated into the endless void.
Li Lianhua held the edge of the bed tightly and used all her strength to barely sit up. His heart was full of indescribable doubts. This place has an indescribable familiarity for him. He was convinced that he must have been here before, and this feeling was ridiculous but real.
He looked around, his eyes revealing confusion and helplessness, like a lamb lost in the vast wilderness. He kept asking himself, "Where am I?" This question was like a lingering ghost, hovering in his mind, but he could never find the answer.
He tried his best to recall, trying to dig up the buried fragments of memory in the depths of his mind. However, those memories are like phantoms shrouded in thick fog, vague and elusive, and unable to piece together a complete picture. Despite this, he still firmly believed that he and this place must have some kind of inseparable bond. This feeling was like a distant and real dream, sometimes faint, sometimes intense, and every touch made his heart palpitate.
A wisp of incense wafted in the air, like a light fairy, fluttering over. It was a common sandalwood in temples, simple and unpretentious, but like a clear spring, with an indescribable sense of intimacy for him. Every breath seemed to be a spring breeze gently brushing against his face, making him feel an inexplicable warmth and peace of mind, as if this fragrance was a mysterious key to unlock the long-dormant memory deep in his heart.
He closed his eyes tightly, intoxicated by this familiar fragrance, fascinated, and tried to pursue the long-lost tranquility. The fragrance of sandalwood is like a pair of gentle hands, gently soothing his soul, bringing a touch of solace and tranquility. He gradually relaxed, and his thoughts began to become clear, like combed threads.
He clearly remembered that when Bicha was poisoned several times in the past, the headache was not as turbulent as this time, and his head seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, as if it was about to burst.
His eyesight suddenly became clear as before, his sense of smell gradually recovered, and his ears could even hear the sound of a monk chanting from afar, which was faint and ethereal, like the sound of nature floating from outside the clouds. However, he clearly remembered that when the poison broke out, his eyes were blurred, his arms were numb, and his always proud ears could only hear the faint sound that echoed through the sky near his ears, and his body fell like a kite with a broken thread in the dilapidated ship on the beach......
Could it be that he was already dead, and Bicha's poisonous hair made him embark on the road of no return to the underworld? But how can you feel this pain like ten thousand ants eating your heart when you die? Li Lianhua shook her head, trying to dispel the strange thoughts in her mind, like a swarm of annoying flies. Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly heard a creaking door opening, followed by a voice: "Benefactor, you have finally woken up."
Li Lianhua looked up and stared, her eyes met that face, surprise surged in her heart like a tide, and then her face was full of helplessness: "Ah, monk, why did you pick me up from the beach again." This time, the monk was full of astonishment and asked in confusion: "Benefactor, ...... Do you know me?"
Li Lianhua stood up tremblingly, with a smile more bitter than Huang Lian's on the corner of her mouth, and said weakly: "Monk, you are still angry with me, I look like this now, don't joke with me anymore."
Monk Wuli recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Benefactor, have you recognized the wrong person?" Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Monk Wuli strode forward, grabbing Li Lianhua's wrist tightly like iron tongs, and gently placing the other hand on his forehead like a light feather. I thought to myself, could this person have been stupid by his own golden needle? Or is there some addiction that you have not diagnosed?
Monk Wuli's sudden move surprised Li Lianhua, and she couldn't help but look at him dumbfounded, then raised her hand and pulled down the hand on his forehead. Today's monks really look very strange, not only does his face look much younger than before, but even the two deep wrinkles on his forehead like ravines have disappeared without a trace.
However, even so, Li Lianhua was still able to recognize this old friend at a glance, after all, the friendship between them was so deep that even if the other party turned to ashes, it could be recognized from the trace of residual breath. Li Lianhua couldn't help laughing out loud, looked at the monk jokingly and said: "Monk, explain honestly! Did you secretly practice some rejuvenation exercises? As a result, I accidentally went crazy and confused myself?"
Monk Wuli frowned slightly, thinking to himself, could it be that this person was originally a person with a bad mind? But if you look closely, although the person in front of you is dressed in ordinary clothes, the temperament exuded from his whole body is like a breeze and a clear moon, and his shrewd eyes seem to be able to see everything, like the brightest stars in the night sky, and like the clearest spring water in the deep pool, he doesn't look like a foolish person no matter how he looks at it.
Still to be careful, he turned around and took out a package from the cabinet under the incense table, and said: "Benefactor, the poor monk is ashamed, there may have been some omissions when giving needles to the benefactor before, let me make up for the benefactor a few more stitches." Saying that, with a slight turn of his wrist, he instantly twisted out a golden needle from the package, which was like a smart little snake, stabbing towards Li Lianhua's head......
Poor Li Lianhua was already weak, coupled with the pain that came from time to time as if her head was being gnawed by thousands of ants, and the needle of the monk had already been pestled into her hair like a poisonous snake, "Ah......", this scream seemed to be a wail from hell, and finally disappeared into the monk's distant sound like a magic voice filling the ears, drifting to the wilderness and becoming calm.