Altitude 3658
by Fang Daming
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Just after half of the night, the frog outside the window suddenly screamed twice strangely. Jia Li was startled and pulled out of her dream. She turned over with her eyelids tightly closed. Unexpectedly, her left elbow hit a pile of hard things. There was a loud crash and everything fell to the ground. My arms were sore and numb, and the tip of my elbow was sore all the way to my shoulder blades. Jia Li frowned and thought for a long time. Yes, they are Buddhist sutras. The top one is the Diamond Sutra, and the bottom one is the Sixth Patriarch Altar Sutra. Now that I think about it, in the middle are the Infinite Life Sutra, the Amitabha Sutra, the Surangama Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, and the Ksitigarbha Sutra. The Bodhisattva Sutra, the Contemplation Sutra, the Eight Great Enlightenment Sutras, the Heart Sutra, the Avatamsaka Sutra, the Mahaprajna Sutra... When I touched it with my right hand, I found a big bald head, as smooth as wax, and my heart jumped suddenly, ah, I couldn't be sleeping with the monk, right? He quickly opened his eyes and sat up, holding his chest and gasping for air.
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