Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

I don't know if Tong Mo's heart is too big. It is expected that Miura Haru will not leave the Wanshi Bliss Sect casually. During the day, he basically let Miura Harun wander around on the huge ground floor by himself.Haru Miura once carefully observed this huge building of the Wanshi Bliss Sect, and he knew in his heart that no matter how much it looks like an ordinary temple, its secrecy and security are extremely high: the whole building has only two entrances and exits , while the perimeter of the entire building is surrounded by invisible "lines".

This was discovered by Haru Miura's spiritual awareness. Although she didn't know what it was, she felt that it must be related to Tong Mo, maybe it was a kind of Tong Mo's blood ghost technique.

Therefore, Miura Haru was very careful not to try to escape, but chose to continue to observe.Anyway, Tong Mo is still interested in her for a while, and she thinks she can live on for a while, besides, her Sun Wheel Knife was confiscated by Tong Mo, and the latter is not willing to return it to her, without the Sun Wheel The sword lost half of its ability to deal with ghosts. Haru Miura restrained all his inner thoughts and lived in the Bliss Sect with a Buddhist mentality.

Tong Mo's Wan Shi Bliss Sect is well-known, seven days a week, six days of his time, he will open about two hours of talk time every day, through appointment, those who want to see the leader and confide in their inner pain will line up one by one, Enter the Japanese room on the first floor without a trace of light, and the interior is lit with candle lamps.The leader, who is wearing a moon white gown and a six-petal lotus hat, will sit on the lotus-shaped platform, look at the people with rainbow-colored eyes, listen to their pain, and relieve their sorrow.

Recently, Tong Mo desperately insisted on pulling Miura Haru to sit beside him, calling her the "Lotus Saintess" in the Elysium of Eternal Bliss. If you are a saint, you can get the blessing of the saint, so there are as many people who have made appointments recently.

"Are you... wanting face?"

When San Puchun was asked by Tong Mo to be a listener together for the first time, he had a look of disbelief: The lotus saint?This weird word sounds like a huge white lotus flower, it doesn't look like a good word at all!If she really bears this name, her grandmother will probably be so angry that she wants to beat her up, right?

"But... those people are too stupid. They would rather pay a lot of money to talk to me than pay anything to change it. It's a waste of food for these people to keep. It's better to eat it."

At that time, Tong Mo just shook his fan lightly with a soft voice, but Miura Harun immediately nodded and agreed after hearing his words:

"I promise you the status of a holy woman, but you are not allowed to eat those who come to talk."

Isn't it just a background board?It's not a big deal, as long as it can temporarily stop Tong Mo from eating people, she thinks this move is very meaningful.

But... she suddenly looked at Tong Mo with a misty look, and said empty-handedly:

"Promise me, you are not allowed to eat those who complain."

"Eh? What kind of strange ability is this?"

Tong Mo slightly opened his eyes wide and looked at Harun Miura, then nodded casually:

"I promise you, I won't eat those who complain for the time being."

Somewhere, an invisible "thread" connects Tong Mo's hair, and the other end connects Miura Haru's little finger.Haru Miura breathed a sigh of relief:

The spirit of speech, the art of restraint.

Tong Mo promised not to eat the complainer for the time being. This sentence came from his mouth. Once Tong Mo wanted to eat the visitor in the future, he would be stopped by some accident.As long as the line is continuous, this word spirit will always be effective for him, unless one day, Xiaochun leaves, then the relationship between her as the caster and Tong Mo's caster will naturally be broken.

Today's talking time has also passed too long.

Miura Haru wore the same moon-white lady's Japanese-style dress as Tong Mo, with a layer of white gauze on her face, and sat on another smaller lotus platform next to Tong Mo, listening dignifiedly to all kinds of complaints from the people below. .

No matter how big or small, they are all negative energy.

Thinking of Tong Mo listening to these negative things every day, she suddenly wanted to sympathize with him for a second.

Miura Haru listened to the middle-aged man below with snot and tears telling him that his wife and children were separated due to lack of money for medical treatment, and she planned to hang himself tomorrow to give herself a good time. She looked at Tong Mo and saw that the leader had already started to cry Mode, the beautiful colorful eyes left crystal clear pearls, while saying "It's so painful, you have worked hard all this time."

The sadness on his face is not fake at all in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of Haru Miura, it is just a filter, as long as the filter is removed, there will be only a grimace with only a "boring" attitude on his face.

Seeing that Tong Mo was about to succeed in indirectly leading the man to hang himself tonight, Miura Haru suddenly said:

"I think, before hanging yourself, you might as well do the things you want to do most in your life but haven't done before hanging yourself. It will be more satisfying, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she clearly felt the air in the room stagnate.

In the end, the man somehow got over his mental barrier and felt that it was not too late to do something he hadn't done before he hanged himself.

Everyone who came in after that encountered the same routine: Confidential—wanted to commit suicide—be persuaded—give up suicide—life must go on.

After the last one left with satisfaction, Tong Mo and Miura Haru finally no longer needed to maintain a dignified posture.So the leader who returned to his free body put on the "inquiring" expression and inquiry mode:

"My wild rose, why do you continue to persuade them to live? It's obviously meaningless?"

"Do not."

Haru Miura took off the mask, stretched, glanced at Tong Mo, and shook his head:

"You won't understand."

"If you say that, I have to argue with you."

Tong Mo spread out his fan.

The room was silent, Miura Haru and Tong Mo sat on two lotus platforms and looked at each other. Tong Mo unfolded his fan, touched his chin lightly, and said slowly in a long tone:

"My parents founded the Eternal Bliss Cult. Its original intention is to provide a shelter for those who feel that life is difficult. I was born with extraordinary looks, and they pushed me to the throne of the leader. I sit here every day and listen to the coming and going. It is ridiculous that they think they can find peace of mind by telling a child about their suffering. However, I only need to frown, shed tears, and say you After hard work, they felt that they had received a response from the Buddha, and then they looked at me even more enthusiastically."

Miura Haru listened quietly without speaking, while Tong Mo finally just sighed:

"They are all a group of stupid people. If most of the human beings are like this, then there is no point in their life, isn't it? God, how stupid is it to make them believe in a child Can you get relief by complaining?"

"I disagree with you."

Miura Haru finally spoke. She gently stroked the white gauze covering her face in her hand, and said in a flat tone:

"You can't judge the life value of believers because of your own thoughts. Some people think that as long as the pain is vented, they will have new beliefs and aspirations, and they will try to live. Holding such beliefs , even if the object of the confidant is not you as a child, but just a rock, they will do the same. However, your judgment full of individualism will lead them to another abyss, in my opinion, this is irresponsible And ruthless."

Grape-colored eyes meet colorful eyes:

"As the leader, are you always tempting your followers to commit suicide?"

"It's not like that."

Tong Mo shook his head, closed his fan:

"In my opinion, instead of living in so much pain every day without any hope, it is better to die. After death, you will be liberated. This is bliss."

"So in your cognition, the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss you understand is death?"

Miura Haru hit the nail on the head.

"In my opinion, the journey to Paradise is deeper than death."

Tong Mo said in a low voice:

"The path to the world of bliss is not something that can be achieved by dying at will."

"Then what kind of death do you think is called leading to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?"

"Absorbed by me... I have integrated all their sufferings into my body, and all their joys, sorrows and joys will never be there again, and I will never annoy them again. Isn’t it the way to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?”

Tong Mo said softly, his eyes were like magic colored glass, which made people mesmerized, and even the phrase "absorbed by me" was as ethereal as dust.

Miura Haru was silent for a while, then shook his head with a sigh:

"You really are, you have a dark heart."

"Ah, even my wild rose, I would be a little bit angry when you say that."

Tong Mo put away his false smile, and Miura Haru's hair suddenly stood upside down, and she could feel the undisguised murderous aura coming from Tong Mo.

She poked the wounded ghost's sore foot.

However, after a while, Tong Mo restrained his murderous intent again, put on a gentle smile and said:

"My wild rose, you are really interesting. You are as emotionless as I am, but you take human emotions so seriously. You and I are both sympathetic people. Emotion is just a play that human beings integrate into their bones to kill time. Forget it, you should stand with me, not with fake humans."

"I disagree."

Haru Miura looked at him sadly:

"Even if it's acting, after thousands of years, human emotions have already become real."

Tong Mo stopped shaking his fan, put away his fan, carefully looked at Miura Harun's expression at this time, and after a long while, chuckled:

"It seems that this so-called fake play has successfully made you deceive yourself. You have lost your feelings like me, but you are still able to integrate into the play. It seems that I have to learn from you about this, I briar."

Glass-like colored eyes shimmering and flowing.

Miura Haru didn't speak, and walked down the lotus platform in silence.

Being exposed by a ghost about her lack of emotion, and being judged by the other party that she has been deceiving herself, she admitted that she was a little out of balance at this time.

what.....

Sure enough...

Find a sunny day, pull the momo head under the sun to dry it.

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'One flower one world, one tree one Bodhi. '

—— Heidegger