It is rumored that the Buddha has thirty-two forms, solemn and subtle. If one of them is enlightened, he will have great supernatural powers. If he possesses the thirty-two forms of body, he will be able to attain the supreme true enlightenment. He will be the sage king at home, and he will be the Buddha's true fruit when he becomes a monk.

However, as Lin Jie knows, no matter what kind of Dharma appearance is, it is extremely precious. It conveys the heart from the heart, and it is solemn and grand. It will never be as fierce as the waves in front of you, not like gods and Buddhas, but like demons.

Lin Jie couldn't help but observe this Dharma image.

But as soon as I saw it, I felt a headache and the blood flow accelerated.

"I'm restless? No, am I dreaming?" Lin Jie was in a daze, unable to tell whether it was a dream or a reality.

But he knew that dreaming was actually a manifestation of conscious activities.

In fact, the practice of meditation and even visualization of thoughts and phenomena in ancient Taoists was also a kind of consciousness activity, but this kind of consciousness activity was independent and required a very deep concentration.

In the words of Taoist Master, when you practice and enter into deep consciousness activities, your own band frequency will change.

At this time, many information, energy, and even waves that are wandering in the void will take the opportunity to invade. In Buddhist terms, this is the inner demon and the external evil.

When the Buddha realized the truth under the Bodhi tree, the demonic disasters in the ten directions came, and he wanted to prevent the Buddha from attaining enlightenment. This was the case.

"I have too many distracting thoughts, and I can't bear it even if I look at it?" Lin Jie shook his head.

After all, he is still an ordinary person in the world. Even if he is really a Dharma image, it is difficult for him to visualize.

Just like in a temple, many people with guilt dare not look at the gods and Buddha statues, as if they could not bear the solemn glare.

But the Dharma image of the incarnation of lightning in front of me seems to have infinite magic power.

Lin Jie couldn't help but look over. The shapes outlined by thunder and lightning were vivid and hidden in the eyes of the Dharma.

In an instant, he felt endless current coming, rolling like a torrent, rushing into his brain.

"ah……"

Lin Jie screamed and suddenly woke up.

"Damn it, it turns out to be a dream." Lin Jie was gasping for breath, his clothes were already wet with sweat.

This dream is too real, but it can be understood. After all, the night before, he experienced life and death, subverted his views, and even saw a "old oil" that he had never seen in a century.

Not dreaming is abnormal.

"It's a dream."

Lin Jie breathed a sigh of relief. After a night of tossing, he was already a little nervous.

In fact, it’s no wonder that if someone has a weaker psychological tolerance, he might have been fucked crazy.

Lin Jie stretched and slept all night. He was in a surprisingly good condition. Not only did he lose any fatigue, but he also felt that he was fierce and even a little excited.

This is a feeling he has never felt before. In the past, he was listless when he woke up every morning.

"It seems like rebirth after death is very good." Lin Jie smiled.

But soon, his expression was wrong, and the sunlight outside the window was particularly dazzling. According to his past experience, when such a sun appeared, he should be in the newspaper office, not in the bed.

“Oh, late.”

Lin Jie slapped his forehead and whispered, and didn't even bother to wash up, put on his clothes and rushed out.

In the city, there are usually three traffic jams every morning during rush hour.

Roads are blocked, subways are blocked, and elevators are blocked.

However, today, Lin Jie was unobstructed along the way. Obviously, he cleverly missed the morning rush hour, which means he was late.

"It's over. This time I will definitely be scolded by that female devil." Lin Jie sighed secretly.

Xunfeng Building.

"You're not going to be tomorrow? Two hours late? It's almost time to eat."

As soon as he arrived at the newspaper, Li Shengnan came over. Since he graduated a year ago, this girl has been taken care of by Lin Jie.

Therefore, since the morning, she called Lin Jie countless times, but she didn't hear any of them.

In Li Shengnan's opinion, Lin Jie probably couldn't think about it and began to give up.

"Is the Master here?" Lin Jie sat in his seat and looked carefully at the editor-in-chief's office.

Master Mie Jue was the nickname they gave to this female devil, so of course they called privately. What she heard by accident in the past was already covered and she had already left.

"I have been looking for you several times. If you come, go to her office." Li Shengnan whispered, looking like he was asking for blessings.

"Dead."

"Be careful, the master seems to be in a bad mood today, and he will inevitably beat the Yitian Sword." Li Shengnan reminded.

Lin Jie tidied up his clothes, cleared his throat, thought of dealing with the words, and walked into the editor-in-chief's office as if he was ready to die.

"Betting, do you think Lin Jie can hold on for a few minutes."

“Five minutes.

"It's a record no matter how you say it, I'll bet for ten minutes."

"Eight minutes."

As soon as Lin Jie entered, a group of people gathered together.

Inside the office.

Lin Jie was stunned when he first entered. The female devil's dress today was a bit eye-catching.

The jade legs wrapped in black stockings are slender and straight, and the short skirt is up to the thighs, which is fascinating. The slender waist is so full that it can be held, especially the greatness on the chest. It seems that even the white shirt cannot be carried, and it feels like it is about to come out.

I have to say that both the appearance and the figure of the female devil are one in a hundred. There is nothing to say, but it’s a pity that she is too strong-willed.

No wonder, how could a strong woman who was sitting in the position of editor-in-chief at the age of 28, be like a little white rabbit?

"Do you still know how to come?" The female devil put down the documents in her hand, walked to the desk, and sat down.

Lin Jie recovered from his senses: "Master..."

As soon as this word was spoken, Lin Jie regretted it and wished he could shave his teeth. He shouldn't have it, but he didn't control his mouth at this time.

"...I've been wrong." Lin Jie's desire to survive exploded instantly and was fulfilled.

"Missue? What time has you been this month? Do you want to find someone to go to your door every day to wake you up and go to work? Is it difficult to set an alarm clock?..." The female devil began to chatter.

However, Lin Jie didn't listen, and his expression became a little strange.

From the time he came in, he felt that the female devil's body temperature seemed to be a little high today, and her heartbeat was particularly fast, and the sound was extremely clear in his ears.

The most important thing is that Lin Jie smelled a faint smell of blood in the office.

All of this made a thought come to his mind instantly.

"Her aunt is here?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Drink more brown sugar water!?" Lin Jie said subconsciously.

Suddenly, the scene became extremely awkward. The female devil looked at Lin Jie in surprise, with a hint of suspicion in her watery eyes. Soon, two flushings appeared on her cheeks.

Such a shameful and angry expression made Lin Jie stunned. Is this a female devil?

"Lin Jie, you hooligan, get out of here." The female devil finally recovered and shouted angrily.

"Editor-in-chief, don't get angry. I've tasted sweet recently, I just want to drink it..."

"Hurry out for me." The female devil stomped her feet and roared anxiously.

Lin Jie retreated awkwardly, and he frowned as soon as he left the door.
Chapter completed!