Warm Breeze Funan

At the junction of life and death, heaven and hell. There was an indescribable light, and the woman in white suddenly raised her head and saw the nine-layered lotus platform hanging high and the figure sitting on the lotus platform. The Buddha's light shines, and the eminent monk, with his majestic appearance, sits alone on a high platform. But at this moment, he lowered his eyes and looked down. That gaze was calm and waveless, but with the indifference of a god or Buddha looking down at an ant. But such a look. Just for a moment when she lowered her eyes, the woman in white blushed. She looked at him, with a slight tremor in her voice that she didn't even notice, but she asked stubbornly: "Senior monk... Why don't you dare to look down at me?" "Then why is the donor so full of resentment and unwillingness?" Yunmo, do you feel at ease sitting on this lotus platform? " The moment the words fell, the entire karma pool seemed to be stirred by invisible hands and suddenly boiled! The scarlet water rose into the sky and condensed into a huge and clear water mirror in mid-air. Behind the mirror. The scene in the water mirror suddenly stopped, and the boiling pool of karma returned to deathly silence. On the lotus platform, the majestic figure of the treasure trembled almost imperceptibly. His eyelashes, which had been lowered, finally raised and looked at her. In an instant, the eternal peace in his eyes was broken, and the golden Buddha's light swayed violently on his handsome face. He saw her red eyes, and saw the glint in her broken but vivid eyes that was not filled with resentment but with great grievance. He also saw his own eyes reflected on the surface of the pond, which finally became rippled and no longer calm.