Zen Master Mokduo's last words were to ask me to scatter his ashes on the sea, but he specifically specified that I should choose a suitable moment, and this moment was when I didn't know how to go on. What was in front of me

The predicament has made me overwhelmed, so at this moment, is Zen Master Mokduo going to show up to help us?

I opened my duffel bag, took out the ashes inside, held it tightly in my hands, and said silently: Zen Master Mokduo, I brought your ashes here in accordance with your wishes, and now they are going to be thrown into the sea. If

You have a spirit in heaven, and I hope you can help us get out of trouble safely and find that mysterious island. I wish you can reach the paradise world soon.

After that, I opened the lid, grabbed a handful of ashes and scattered them out vigorously. Xiao Ai also followed me, grabbed a handful of ashes and scattered them out. In this way, one of us slowly threw all the ashes into the sea.

.No one would have known that this saint in Sri Lanka’s Buddhist world would be with the sea from now on.

Although I had already been mentally prepared, I did not expect that the effect would be so obvious. After the last handful of ashes were scattered, the surrounding fog disappeared like smoke, and the sea returned to its waves, and the ship shook.

, very rhythmic. Xiao Ai and I looked at each other. Sure enough, fate has its own arrangement. Too many times, we are just chess pieces, at the mercy of others.

But what we don't know is whether it is humans or gods who arrange our fate. All this seems too coincidental. Who can have such a perfect grasp of my whereabouts and psychology? My whereabouts from India to Sri Lanka are completely

It came from my heart without any warning, but it was obvious that according to Zen Master Mokduo’s last words, he seemed to have been waiting for me, and after the explanation, he passed away, which also proved his existence.

Just like my fourth uncle, it was just to convey a message to me. And Kumar Ali Darvich hundreds of years ago seemed to have expected it. After all, the Buddhist wedge was left by Kumar Ali Darvich.

My news, or the result of Zen Master Mokduo’s summary and analysis?

After the predicament was resolved, Ah San laughed happily, and then asked his father to paddle together, hoping to reach the destination today. But his father refused. He looked at us with a questioning look, and then said in a gibberish voice.

A lot of words.

Asan's translator said that his father, like him, is also a believer in Sufi Islam. They believe in the existence of Allah and that Allah is the only true God in the world. The predicament just now was used by Allah to punish us.

But it was destroyed by our sorcery. He didn't know that I was a pagan before, otherwise he would never have taken a boat with me.

I explained to him that this was not a pagan magic, it was just that we scattered the ashes of a Buddhist master in Sri Lanka. But after I finished speaking, I began to regret it. Anyway, in the eyes of this petty old man, as long as

It's not Sufism, Islam, everything else is pagan and evil.

Sure enough, Ah San translated his father's words and said that no matter what, he would not cooperate with me.

This stupid old man, but there is nothing we can do against him now. On this vast sea, Xiao Ai and I have almost no ability to survive. We can only rely on Ah San and his father. Now his father Liao Tiezi, Ah Sanyi

My personal experience is limited. More importantly, if there is no father, we can still give it a try, but now there is an obstacle. We cannot fight or kill him, otherwise Ah San will definitely betray me. This

What a headache.

Xiao Ai saw that I had such a headache, and then said to Ah San: "Ah San, Ye Fei doesn't have any good way to explain to your father now, but you are a sensible person. Since everyone is already in such a position, if

If he doesn't cooperate, at least we should go back instead of waiting here to die. At least you are a believer in Sufi Islam, right? I believe your father will not let you die with us anyway.

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Obviously, Xiao Ai has grasped the only weakness in Ah San's father's heart, Ah San, the existence of this son. Moreover, Ah San is only in his twenties, his life has just begun, and there is no reason not to cherish his life.

In other words, even if his father is uncooperative, we should at least win over Ah San’s attitude and ensure that we can go back safely. Although our journey back is smooth and smooth, as we lack sailing experience, we are still likely to get lost in the sea.

above.

Ah San understood the meaning of Xiao Ai's words. Everything is like this, just one point will make it clear. There is no need to say many words too clearly, otherwise it will hurt feelings more or less. The trust and reliance that everyone needs now will not be enough.

Too much energy spent dealing with trivial matters.

Ah San's persuasion was naturally much more useful than ours. Although I didn't know what Ah San said to his father, the old man's eyebrows had changed from contempt to surprise, and then slowly relaxed.

Soon, Ah San told us that his father had figured it out and he would take us back safely, but he would not help us take another step forward.

In any case, this has achieved a basic purpose, ensuring the safety of life. But now that a condition has been negotiated, we must strive for further requirements. We have already come so far, and it is indeed a bit uncomfortable to give up again.

suitable.

I called Asan over and said to him, "Is the reason your father refused to take us on our journey just because he thought we were heretics?"

Ah San shrugged and said, "Yes, or maybe no. He thinks you are practicing evil, not normal people, and enemies of Allah."

"Then how can one be considered a friend of Allah?" I asked puzzledly.

"Allah has no friends. He is a lonely God. Allah has only believers. As long as you are a believer in Allah, my father will definitely help you. But your behavior just now has made him believe that you are not Allah.

believers," Ah San explained.

Now I understood that in the Islamic world, legends exist about magic and gods. But in Buddhist and Christian legends, humans can control or summon gods through certain rituals. This is true for Sufi believers in Islam.

It's unacceptable. To put it bluntly, this is what is called different beliefs. In fact, there are such legends within their Islam, such as Aladdin's magic lamp, etc. But if they think it is just a kind of monster, I don't think so.

There is nothing else to say.

After thinking about it, this is a hard nut to crack. Although it is hard to crack, you can still crack it and give it a try. What I want is the result. I can make some concessions in the process, but in the end I want to come back together.

That's all.

"Ah San, help me explain to your father." I called Ah San over and said.

"Yes." Ah San nodded in agreement.

"Xiao Ai and I have the ability to kill you two and then go back by ourselves. Believe it or not, we won't do it. You don't have to translate this sentence for your father." I told Ah San my bottom line first.

Otherwise, this guy might be a little bit naughty, and I don't want to take any risks.

"Hmm." Ah San obviously doesn't look good now. No grown man will be happy when he is threatened by others. This is also expected and I can accept it.

"Then, tell him that in fact, all the gods in the world are basically one person, and there is only one story. It's just that different versions have appeared in different regions and spread by different people." I said.

Ah San felt that what I said was boring, and his father would not understand it. However, he still translated it according to my original words, and the result was as you can imagine. The old man said that I was blasphemous and took the most expensive thing.

Allah actually mixes up with other demons and ghosts, which is a heinous act. If he hadn't looked at Ah San's face now, he would have perished with us.

I continued: "In your Islamic legend, the root of everything is Allah, the Creator, in Christianity it is God, in Buddhism it is Sakyamuni. No matter who the character in our imagination is, but in this world

There is only one, so there are only one ancestors among so many, right?"

Ah San's father still had an expression of indifference.

"You also understand what happened just now. It's just a kind of Islamic magic, isn't it? If you don't call it evil magic, you call the magic that will hurt you the arrangement of Allah. And I just used the Buddhist ritual

It saved you, but it was called the evil magic of the heretics. But have you ever thought about why these heretical magics, which are insignificant or even shameful in your eyes, can restrain the magic of your supreme Allah? "I still think about it.

He said patiently.

Ah San's father somewhat responded to this. First his eyes were a little confused, and then he insisted that this was Allah's punishment for hurting the divine fish that saved his life. Maybe that fish was sent to him by Allah.

Messenger, he did something wrong and must accept the punishment of Allah.

I sneered: "You keep saying that Allah is like this and Allah is like that, so tell me, what has your Allah brought to you? Is it a change in your life, or is it the health of your whole family?"

Ah San's father stopped talking.

"If you are the only one facing punishment, then I won't say anything more. There is still Asan now. Would you think more about what fault he had? If Allah wants to take away your son's life, you too

Stupid acceptance? Think about it, what has Allah given you all these years?" My emotions started to get a little excited.

The old man still had a tough mouth. He said that Allah created this world for us to survive, including Asan, and if Allah wanted to take her away, he would not object.

Damn this old guy, I signaled Xiao Ai to get ready. If he must be so stubborn, we have to get rid of him first.
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