I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Earlier, Sinead was sitting in Miss Anna's hospital room as usual.

The night is already deep, and the well-behaved Miss Anna has also fallen into sleep. The rhythm of her breathing is slow and long. Perhaps in her dream, this poor girl can run freely on the earth.

In order not to disturb Miss Anna's sleep, no oil lamp was lit in the ward at this moment, only a faint dim street light leaked through the gap in the curtains.

But just such a faint light was enough to support Sinead in browsing the thick books in her hands.

In the dark ward, the nurse's eyes seemed to be shining!

Although it is not as strong as the intense light in Mr. Winfrey's pupils that has been condensed into substance, the light in Sinead's eyes is still illusory, just an illusion of the bright light in her skull, but it is enough for her to see in a dim environment. Things are as clear as day.

She stared at the book in her hand intently. Although the words recorded in the book were only common knowledge of the waking world, it still made her feel intoxicated. She was not even willing to blink her eyelids and let the moment of darkness interrupt her acquisition of knowledge. the process of.

Her eyes are so bright that she never seems to blink - the abundant mental vitality can even relieve the fatigue of her eyes, allowing her to continue reading without stopping.

Who would have thought that this unattractive looking nurse turned out to be a secret transmitter of both lamps and minds! And all the secret transmissions have reached the second level or above!

However, Sinead's power was still limited after all. After ten minutes of not blinking, her eyes were still inevitably a little dry, the false light in her pupils seemed to be dimmed, and the words on the paper looked a little blurry. , which greatly affects the perception of reading.

She had no choice but to blink hard, let her eyelids droop, and moisten her dry corneas. Her eyes became bright again, and the words on the paper were clear again.

Sinead smiled with satisfaction. Reading was her pleasure and her means. With Deng Xiang's thirst for knowledge, she could also suppress Xin Xiang's endless desire for exercise - reading was an indispensable part of her life and work. missing important link.

Her responsibilities dictate that she must sit without boredom in this seemingly spacious ward that is actually extremely narrow compared to the vast world, and constantly take care of Miss Anna, whose health condition is deteriorating day by day - she must You must have sufficient mental and physical strength to comfort Miss Anna who may wake up from the painful nightmare at any time.

We must also try not to be affected by the restlessness of the secret transmission of nature, and be as quiet as ordinary ordinary people.

She is rare and rare, a qualified person specially selected by Mr. Winfrey - the person most suitable to serve Miss Anna.

For this reason, Sinead received a large amount of resources from Mr. Winfress, which greatly improved the progress of her secret transmission research. Vitality potions, knowledge documents... all her reasonable needs can be met, and her secret transmission skills She has grown rapidly in the past few months, and her strength has increased day by day, far surpassing those of other members who work hard underground in the order.

Sinead is an extremely pragmatic woman, perhaps some would call it superficial, but her experience of being abandoned by her alcoholic husband and being rejected by her children made her cherish everything she has now - she only needs to serve her peacefully every day Miss Anna's daily necessities include toilet and bathing, and she can regain the hobbies she gave up when she was young because her family was poor and had to work early to make a living, and she can read a steady stream of books.

This is simply much better than washing underwear for those dirty workers in the laundry room, and serving a family like wolves in a dilapidated house! ! !

Therefore, Sinead has an almost absolute loyalty to Mr. Winfrey who gave her all this. This loyalty is not mixed with any falsehood or moisture, and it does not even require Winfrey Morgan to plant the seeds of loyalty. Her loyalty far exceeds that of other believers.

And she is not worried at all about whether Miss Anna will be ruthlessly abandoned after she recovers, or whether she will be reduced to working hard in the hospital - she has been improving herself through reading and learning, whether it is astronomy, geography, political history, or It is modern science, classical masterpieces...

Sinead was never picky about the taste of knowledge, she just greedily devoured all the knowledge in sight like a long-hungry she-wolf.

Even if Miss Anna recovers, I can turn to be responsible for her family enlightenment teaching. Based on the relationship I have cultivated with Miss Anna during this period, compared to those teachers attracted by money, I am obviously the most suitable. candidate!

Sinead's heart was filled with the joy of savoring knowledge and the longing for a better future, and she continued to read the books in her hands.

However, the despicable God, the cunning three goddesses of fate, or the Buddha who pretends to be compassionate, never seem to be willing to satisfy the wishes of mortals. Rather than granting luck and satisfying wishes, they seem to be more willing to bring disasters and disasters. , to test believers' faith in Him... Even if mortals have never believed in Him, He will force you to lower your head, bend your knees, and kneel in worship.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

There was a slight banging sound on the windowpane of the ward, but it didn't sound like the beating of hail, but more like the jabbing of a woodpecker.

Sinead's thin eyebrows wrinkled in displeasure, and reluctantly put down the book in her hand. Thinking that she could not let this sudden noise disturb Miss Anna's precious sleep, she quickly got up and came to the window.

She opened the curtains and took a look, and saw a small robin standing outside the window, also known as the red-breasted robin, named after the bright red spots growing on its chest.

At this moment, this robin, which is supposed to have migrated to a warmer area, is standing outside the window shivering. Its dry feathers are stained with snowflakes, and it is tapping the glass helplessly with its beak, as if it wants to enter the house to escape the severe cold.

Sinead is a middle-aged aunt with a face that can barely be called kind-hearted. Facing such a pitiful robin, she will naturally not be merciful! Damn little beast, how dare you disturb Miss Anna! ! !

Her heart and the lamp vibrated actively together, and the depths of her eyes seemed to burst out with a ruthless light that eroded her reason. At the same time, the magic power of her heart also quietly leaked out from her palms, vowing to destroy this knowing creature. The bird's heart was shattered!

However, as soon as the telepathic power penetrated into the cold bird body, Sinead's expression suddenly changed, "Wait, something is wrong!"

“Why can’t I feel this robin’s heartbeat at all?!”

"Why can't I feel the light inside this robin's skull at all?!"

"There is nothing but endless darkness inside this robin!!!"

Sinead was surprised for a moment, and the stiff robin also shook its head and looked at the surprised target, its beak slightly opened as if smiling.

The next moment, a pair of jet-black beaks like scissors completely tore the robin's head apart, and ferociously emerged from the inside. The two curved scissor blades opened and closed with a click, and a strange buzzing sound was heard. It's in Sinead's head!

Her soul trembled violently, and her skin trembled with fear. The gap between her soul and her body further cracked open. The nerve impulses from her brain seemed to shoot into the muddy swamp. Her trembling body had already sunk deeply into the swamp and was desperately calling for help. !

Then, Sinead saw a deformed and ugly hairless bird tearing apart the robin's skin and breaking out, floating in front of the window glass, with a strange round single eye on its head that was as skinny as a shriveled grape. He was looking at her, his dark pupils reflecting her frightened face.