Chapter 30 Listening to the Gospel of God
Haijing Academy of Fine Arts, Teaching Building B, Art Room on the third floor.
The night outside the window is quiet, the light of the energy-saving lamps is slightly pale, and the various colors of paint on the walls give the classroom a ghostly atmosphere.
A tall girl sits in front of the drawing board.
Her long black hair was wrapped in a silk scarf into a big ball and tied behind her head to avoid getting stained by paint. The bristle oil paintbrush in her hand swept across it, splashing a turbulent, Turbulent blue rapids.
This torrent rotated and stirred, forming a crazy nebula, like a devil's mouth, trying to swallow up the entire city under the night sky.
The girl painted Van Gogh's "Starry Moon Night", which is already 90% similar. The remaining shortcoming is the aura...
Pa!
The girl suddenly threw away her oil paint brush and started staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Her dark pupils were like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.
After a while, the girl picked up the Huawei phone placed aside and opened Station B.
The phone is very old, which causes some lag in the interface.
That guy named Lin Daxingren won’t really give up, will he?
The girl was worried and clicked on the watch list.
There is only one UP master inside,
Alone, like an abandoned wild dog.
Updated?
The girl’s eyes lit up and she immediately clicked on the video.
Huh?
It’s actually the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra?
Without headphones, a male voice as warm and pure as a clear spring stream began to echo in the art room.
The chanting voice is neither solemn nor serious. It is like an elegant and easy-going friend who is whispering and telling some anecdotes he has encountered on the way to seek scriptures.
The girl listened quietly.
The "Heart Sutra" is not long, it is over.
The girl did not move, and slowly thought about it. After about ten minutes, she clicked on the loop to play.
...
In the morning, the golden morning sun shines on the campus, like a layer of gold.
School is about to start,
Some senior students have returned to school early and are busy working on their graduation projects.
Li Jing got up early, bought some pancakes and fruit, and ran to the art room. If she didn’t finish the work quickly, it would be hard to find a job.
Huh?
What is this?
Chanting?
It sounds so good!
Li Jing climbed up to the third floor and heard the sound of chanting. She walked quickly to the 302 Art Room and found that the door was unlocked!
Crunch!
Li Jing opened the door and, like a hamster, stuck her head into the classroom and took a look.
"Shen Xin? You came so early!"
Li Jing knows this girl.
In other words, as a painting genius who held an art exhibition in Paris, France during her sophomore year, everyone in the Haijing Academy of Fine Arts knew her.
The principal is said to have begged her to stay in school.
Disturbed by the noise, Shen Xin frowned slightly.
"Shen...Classmate Shen, I...can I ask you some questions?"
The opportunity was hard to come by, so Li Jing decided to seize it. She quickly took out the half-finished painting and asked Shen Heart pointing.
“Excellent painting skills, but no soul!”
Shen Xin glanced at the "Sistine Madonna" that Li Jing had modified: "If you just want to find a good job, then choose a work that can best demonstrate your painting skills!"
"For example, Kramskoy's "Unknown Girl""
Li Jing was shocked. She didn't expect that Shen Xin guessed her idea just by taking a glance at her work.
When she applied for the Haijing Academy of Fine Arts, she was very ambitious and prepared to create a school of her own, but now?
Sorry!
She only wants to draw vertical paintings for those major game manufacturers, the kind that cost tens of thousands of yuan.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Li Jing quickly thanked her with a sweet attitude.
Shen Xin put away the drawing board, arranged the paints and oil brushes, and untied the silk scarf on her head. Her waist-length black hair immediately poured down like a waterfall.
Shen Xin lowered her head and clicked on the comment area.
After scanning it, she started to leave a message.
Hua Kai Qian Mo Li: Congratulations, you have found your way!
Flowers in bloom: The fish will eventually find the sea where it can fly freely, and the bird will fly into the sky where it can spread its wings.
I’m so happy that you didn’t give up!
The flowers bloom in Qianmoli: Come on, hungry people!
Shen Xin installed her mobile phone and prepared to leave.
"Classmate Shen..."
Li Jing couldn't help but speak again.
Shen Xin stopped, turned his head, and made a nasal sound.
“Huh?”
"That...that..."
Being looked at by such a genius made Li Jing a little embarrassed: "Can you tell me about the Buddhist music you just listened to?"
" I think it sounds good!"
Li Jing swallowed.
What happened?
Does this girl have such courage?
“Go to Station B and search for the hungry people!”
After Shen Xin finished speaking, a faint smile finally overflowed from her expressionless face.
……
Building 12, Shiwan Shangyuan Community, Fushui City.
A big fat man slapped the keyboard crazily!
"Shine Nima, add blood, add blood, can you play it? Damn it!"
Raven died, and the screen turned black and white.
The fat man immediately tapped the keyboard angrily, spitting out the fragrance, and sprayed all his teammates one by one.
“Did you eat shit? Your mouth smells so bad?”
"Silly O stuff!"
"Fuck OO!"
The teammates were not polite and immediately fought back.
The fat man is even more energetic, ready to use his hand speed after being single for 18 years to fight with other scholars.
Pop!
The computer screen is black and the battery is out of power.
The fat man was stunned for a moment, then started to cry.
“My love is gone and I can’t win the game. Now I want to scold someone. The power supply company is against me. Do you believe that I won’t pay the electricity bill next month?”
Fat Man My surname is Zhang Mingjing. She graduated from high school this year. She felt that she might not have a chance in the future, so she confessed to the goddess she had been secretly in love with for three years.
But before he could say anything, he saw the goddess and the school girl coming out of the hotel.
At that moment,
Zhang Jing felt that her life was broken and her life was meaningless.
"Xiaojing, what are you howling for? Xiaopi is here to find you!"
Zhang Jing's mother was very angry.
“Tell him I’m dead!”
Zhang Jing jumped onto the bed. The tonnage of nearly 200 kilograms made the big bed creak under the weight.
"What are you doing, kid?"
A boy as skinny as a monkey opened the bedroom door: "You've been staying at home for half a month, what's wrong, Xiu Xian'er?"
“Pizi, I’m so in love!”
Zhang Jing’s eyes were filled with tears.
Li Piwang is young, but Zhang Jing is not afraid of making a fool of himself.
"Come on, when have you ever experienced love?"
Li Piwang pressed the power button of his computer twice and found that it was out of power: "What good is a woman? It will only affect me. The speed of drawing the sword!”
Zhang Jing lay on the bed, feeling tired!
It would be fine if she was rejected by the goddess, but the problem is, seeing her come out of the hotel with my own eyes.
What a blow!
I feel like a miser in a comic book.
Looking at Zhang Jing like this, Li Piwang knew that he had been hit hard this time. He sighed, opened Station B, and sent him a link.
“Listen to this!”
"What the hell?"
Zhang Jing clicked on the link and jumped to station B.
“Buddhist scripture!”
Li Piwang would watch videos of young ladies dancing every day before going to bed. However, when he accidentally heard this Buddhist scripture last night, he suddenly lost all interest in the young lady.
He was so frightened at the time that he thought he was useless.
"Now even if Sakyamuni sings Buddhist sutras to me in person, it still doesn't work!"
Zhang Jing haha, click to play.
When the sound of chanting came, just the first sentence caught Zhang Jing’s ears.
So comfortable!
The original irritability, anxiety, and resentment suddenly disappeared like a mountain of flames extinguished by ice and snow.
After listening to it,
Zhang Jing only felt calm in her heart.
He even clasped his hands together and muttered Amitabha.
"How do you feel?"
The call came, and Lipiwang turned on his phone and prepared to conquer Valoran!
"I want to become a monk!"
Zhang Jing told the truth. He really has the urge to become a monk now that he has no worries in this world.
"Haha, I felt the same way just after listening to it!"
Li Piwang skillfully opened the folder and found the short movie: "This chanting is very good, I guess it is from some temple A senior monk, right?”
Zhang Jing originally wanted to say, are there still senior monks?
But remembering the chanting sound full of Zen rhythm, he closed his mouth again.
After thinking about it for a few minutes, Zhang Jing suddenly said: "Pizi, are you going to Shaolin Temple with me for a trip?"
"School is about to start, what Shaolin Temple are you going to?"
< br>Li Piwang felt sick.
“Listen to scriptures, worship Buddha, ask for...”
Zhang Jing originally wanted to seek marriage, but suddenly she felt that it didn't matter if she didn't have a woman.
“Stop lying dead, get up quickly and watch together!”
Li Piwang urged.
“Not interested!”
Zhang Jing listened to this passage again, liked it, put in coins, and collected it. After clicking three times in succession, he sent a message.
Zhang Sanritian: Master Lin, is there an MP3 version? Please download it!
Zhang Jing wants to download this passage into the player and listen to it when she is ready to feel upset.
He took a look and saw that there were many people asking to download it.
“Lin Da is hungry? This name doesn’t look like a monk!”
Zhang Jing clicked the following button,
After thinking about it, I switched to paying special attention.
……
September 3, at six in the morning, outside the Guangqing High-speed Railway Station.
“Mom, go back! Just send it here!”
Lin Baici got out of the taxi, carrying a lot of luggage and a large bag.
"I'll wait until you get on the train and then go back!"
Lin's mother originally wanted to send Lin Bai off to report at the university, but she was too busy at work and the leader would not approve the leave note, and Lin Bai also said that he was so old , one person can do it, so Lin’s mother decided not to give it away.
But before departure, Mother Lin began to feel uneasy at the thought of her child going to live in a place more than a thousand miles away for four years in an unfamiliar place.
"No, I can't throw it away. Besides, you can't get in without a ticket!"
Not only did Lin Bai feel sorry for his mother, but he also felt uncomfortable carrying so much luggage.
Obviously it could be stuffed into the black alms bowl, but because my mother looked down on me, I didn't dare to do so, so I had to carry it on my back.
Otherwise, given my mother’s character, she would definitely ask to the end.
When the time comes, things about the Longchan Temple Shenxu will no longer be hidden. She will definitely be worried and will forbid herself from going to the Poshenxu again.
Lin Baici also planned to get a few more sacred objects and sell them to make a fortune.
My mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles.
Mother Lin was still worried.
She regrets it now and should have accompanied her son to report.
“Mom, let me be independent and exercise!”
Lin Baici said, “You can’t take care of me for the rest of your life, right?”
Lin’s mother finally Convinced.
"Then be careful, put your wallet and mobile phone away, don't lose them!"
Mother Lin warned.
“Yes!”
Lin Baici waited in line for half an hour and passed the security check. When he saw his mother still outside the high-speed rail station, he looked towards her through the glass. Wave.
“Mom, go back!”
Lin Bai resigned and sent a WeChat message.
He knew that his mother would not leave until he could see her back, so he walked into the elevator and went to the waiting hall on the second floor.
The hall was full of people, many of whom were students who were about to travel far away.
Lin Baici looked out and was about to find the A12 ticket gate when a sudden feeling of hunger came over him. (End of this chapter)