No one expected that the wheel of fortune would turn from a dream
As one of those crazy students who studied abroad, I was probably one of the least social. Every 7-11 library life, three meals a day 7-11 makes me look out of place with most international students. Until now, I can't understand why I chose such a state of life in the first place, neither enjoying the glitz and wine of foreign countries like nightclub people, nor eating the benefits of "outside" fast like migrant workers. In this way, I was so groggy that I lived in a foreign country "three points and one line", I met the person who turned the wheel of my fate, let's call it Xiao Z for the time being, I really don't know whether I should call it the noble person of my life, because after only 2 years, this person completely disappeared from my life.
Xiao Z is a very amazing person, and even in my future life, I have never seen such a staunch Buddhist. The acquaintance with Xiao Z is also amazing, because during that time I moved to an examination hall near the school, and when I met him, the examination house manager was arguing with him because Xiao Z "repeatedly taught" to sprinkle breadcrumbs in the corridor. At that time, I was also disturbed by the couple next door, and the two hit it off and decided to move out of the examination hall together. Little Z thinks that everything in life is fate, just like he met me, so he likes to share with me the reason for sprinkling breadcrumbs in the hallway, which is a ritual called "eating (I'm not sure if it's two)". In his words, it is to invite the ghost to eat, and then through a complex set of transcendent rituals, the soul of the dead is transcended. Sounds creepy. After I went to **, a Tibetan friend told me that it was probably similar to the offerings in the temple. Therefore, although I recognized him as a kind person, I also politely declined the request to share a room with him, and I probably could not accept living with "ghosts" every day.
I was very excited about my life, and he told me that I was actually the same kind of person as him, and we both adhered to the ascetic life, but my faith was books, and his belief was Buddha. But I feel that Xiao Z is crazy, he never takes medicine, and when he has a cold, he recites a spell at the lamp, burns it and drinks it with water. He insisted on giving it to me once, and all I can say was that the taste was "not simple", and I did recover quickly. Like most Buddhists, Xiao Z is also a vegetarian, probably because he doesn't eat meat, he is very capable, and now that I think about it, I can probably describe it as "Arhat"? His forehead was shiny all the time, and I now kind of regret that I didn't take a closer look at his face to see if it was oily**. Xiao Z often described to me that the world he saw was different from ours, for example, the ghosts he saw when he was eating were green dots one by one, and he said that those glowing little green dots were not only the souls of people, but also the souls of animals and even mosquitoes. Those little green dots come around and disappear one by one in his chanting, and he will feel calm and warm. (To be continued) List of high-quality authors