Chapter 159 Red Lantern

Mid-autumn night, the birthday spots on the moon's face become more and more an eyesore.The old monk hung a red paper lantern on a magnolia tree, then retreated into the meditation room, watching the candle flame go off through the window. "Master, do you know what is the scariest thing in the world?" The little novice sat down next to him and asked questions. From ancient times to the present, there must always be an apprentice who is good at asking questions by the side of the old monk. The role is only one: Demonstrate the wisdom of the master. "The scariest thing is that a female ghost with a blue and white face suddenly crawls in through the window and bites off your head without saying a word," the old monk replied. "Why did you bite off my head, not yours, Master?" The little novice was puzzled. "Bite off my head, I can't go to 'horror', and I can't tell you what is the scariest." The old monk is the most capable of imagining for his disciples.

"I think the scariest thing is that the candle is burnt out, the lantern is extinguished, and the surroundings are completely dark; suddenly, this lantern is lit up again! There are only us, master and apprentice, on this mountain. Who will go to this lantern?" Is it lit?" After the little novice finished speaking, he folded his hands, but felt that the room was full of cold air.The old monk was fascinated by the flickering lights. After a while, the candle went out, and the monks and monks were startled and screamed strangely. "It's midnight, go to sleep, too much night life, it's not good after all." The old monk stood up from the futon. "I always feel that the lantern will be lit again. Thinking like this, I won't be able to sleep well," said the little novice monk. "Close the window, if you can't see the lantern, you'll be fine." The old monk told him to close the window. "Do you think the lantern won't light up if the window is closed?" The little novice spoke of principles, thinking that being out of sight doesn't mean cleanliness. "Go to the yard and take down the lantern, burn it down, and everything will be solved!" The old monk was impatient.

"You must not!" The little novice explained: "Master, you are old and you urinate frequently at night. I burned the lantern, and when you woke up in the middle of the night, you found that the lantern was still there, and the yard was brightly illuminated. You can still urinate? "The old monk made him say it horribly, there are too many night urines, it's scary enough, if night urine meets the red lantern that has come back from the dead again, can you not be frightened?"He was at a loss, and asked his apprentice: "You...what do you think should be done?" Master." The little novice answered bluntly.

That night, the master and the apprentice did not fall asleep; the second day, the third day... the old monk was still thinking about this "lantern problem"; a year later, the old monk passed away.However, on the day of his death, his mind was very pure, he became enlightened, and finally understood that the "most terrifying" thing was the delusional thoughts that kept rising; the bright red lantern in the yard was just a delusional thought that he couldn't control.