Rùng Mình Chuyện Có Thật Về Nhân Quả Báo Ứng: 3 Năm Bắn Chim, 18 Năm Đau Đớn - Đông Tây Kim Cổ

Let me tell you the truth about the first 3 years of bird selling, 18 years. A man lived in Quang Dong in the 60s, at that time, it was the age of cultural revolution. All religious beliefs were completely erased, so no one believed in the law of causality, but only in science. In addition, at that time, life was short and food was scarce, so this man took bird selling for fun, he had both food and entertainment. After that, this man felt that his work was too cruel, so he stopped and no one advised him. He began to worry about the days of his life. But what came, came. 3 years of bird selling and 18 years of suffering like hell made this man completely confused. Anyone who witnessed must be terrified. So what is that suffering? And what did this man do to end his suffering? Now, I would like to tell you the true story of this man. I would like to invite the audience of Dong Tay Kim Co to listen. When I was still in school, I did not believe in Buddha, Bodhisattva, sin, virtue, or reward. I think this is the story of those who are superstitious, lack of education, but those who are educated do not believe in these things. Nearly 20 years of this terrible tragedy that I had to go through to finish. Blood and tears made me unconscious. My consciousness has changed 180 degrees. Because I don't want anyone to touch my stuff, I would like to write the true story of myself so that people don't do what I used to do. And this is also the way I have practiced for many years. Living in a slum for no reason. In 1960, because of the difficult situation, I had to quit school when I was in high school. I returned to my hometown to help my family. Because I was too young and unconscious, I lived in a slum for no reason all day. Now, as an adult, I only believe in science. I absolutely do not believe in Buddha, in virtue, or reward. Of course, I am not an exception. Because life was so boring and tasteless, I thought I had to find some entertainment to stimulate life. And at that time, food and materials were extremely scarce. I craved for meat more than I craved for Asia. So I saved money for many years to buy a gun. Since then, I have had a gun. I took bird hunting as a hobby. When I caught a bird, I immediately brought it home to make meat. Eat it to have more nutrition. Become a predator. 2-3 years later, thanks to bird hunting, my experience grew. I became a famous bird hunter. I often hid in deserts, by the trees, or in the mountains to look for birds. As soon as I heard the sound of a bird on a tree, I climbed up and stopped shooting. In the blink of an eye, a bullet in my gun pierced the bird. Its blood was running, the wind was blowing on the leaves. After a while, it fell. But its eyes were still wide open, not closing. It seemed to have a blue sky, a cool forest, a flock of birds in a cage waiting for their mother and father to come home. Or maybe it didn't close its eyes because it hated me. Sometimes, the bird was shot and fell to the ground. So I shot it a few times and then it died. The feathers flew all over the place, the blood was running. There were birds that were injured. It tried to use a little breath to run away, but I chased it right away. I didn't let it escape. Maybe I was too tired to chase it, so I gave it another bullet. Or maybe I followed the blood to look for it. Many smart birds know how to hide in the grass. When I found it, I saw it lying on its back, its mouth open, blood in its mouth. How could I have known how painful it was? At that time, I didn't dare to act cruelly. I didn't feel guilty at all. I thought it was the most interesting thing in life, so the more I shot it, the more tired I felt. The body was full of blood. Because I shot too many birds, no matter where I went, whether I had a gun in my hand or not, all the blind birds saw me and they all disappeared. There were even very big birds. They were looking for food. As soon as they saw my shadow from afar, they flew away. Their movements were very fast. Not only that, but they also fluttered and fluttered. Because I was alone, I didn't know that because of my heavy breathing, the blind birds saw me and ran away because they were too scared. I shot birds for a short time, only about 3 years, from the age of 18 to the age of 20. But because I was a good hunter, I was very drunk, so I shot a lot of birds. One day, I shot dozens of birds. There was no one close to me. No one in the village advised me. I was deeply involved in the crime. Later on, I gradually realized that my actions were too cruel, so I stopped shooting birds. One day, I happened to meet a villager who was considered to be a pervert and a thug. He and I were walking together. He told me a story that was related to retribution. To be honest, at that time, the thoughts I had when I was still sitting on the school chair were deeply ingrained in my mind, so I didn't believe what he said. But deep in my heart, I could still hear what he said. I was often anxious about my previous actions. I started to look for people to preach. But the people in the village didn't believe in mercy and virtue. They didn't believe in reward and punishment. They didn't know who to ask. Fortunately, in the middle of the field, there was an abandoned temple. In that temple, there was a man who worked day and night to preach. After hearing my story about my previous bad actions, he thought for a while and said, as far as I know, your problem is that if you are afraid of evil, you must be determined to correct your mistakes. You must always have a will to forgive death and not do evil again. That's why I hope you will stop doing evil things in the future. That's just a theory. But in fact, it's not that simple. I started to experience the consequences. 2 years later, I found that there were 5-6 bruises on my back. It often caused me great pain, especially when I went to the toilet. Until now, bruises are a common disease. You just need to find a specialist doctor to treat it immediately. I should invite a doctor who is good at treating bruises. His treatment is to use a kind of water with a strong smell to rub into the bruises so that the medicine can gradually absorb the bruises. He has a very high level of purity in his medicine. Every day, he comes home to apply the medicine. After that, he injects a needle into each bruise. After many years of practice, he is very good at his craft and he also uses medicine. So when he injects the needle, I don't feel a little pain. But about 5 seconds later, when he injects, I feel uncomfortable in my heart. I can't breathe. The sky is dark. The situation is not optimistic. I can't do it, doctor. I tried my best to say those words. When I finished, I couldn't breathe anymore. At that time, my eyes were black. Even though I tried to open my eyes, I couldn't see anything. My hands and legs were shaking like a ghost with a wind in her neck. Next, I felt like I had a panic attack. I felt like I was flying in the air. Even though I was conscious all the time, I still remember my terrible actions, but it was very uncomfortable. I could hear clearly my friend's scream standing next to me to take care of me. Doctor, it's not good. He's going to die. No need to apply medicine anymore. Hurry up and pull out the needle. He kept yelling, There's too much blood. Doctor, the fluid in his medicine has infiltrated into my friend's blood. Then he made a noise. My feeling at that time was very strange. I felt like someone was pouring water into my mouth for me to drink. About half an hour later, I woke up. I checked again, but there was no one for me to drink water at that time. And the reason was because I wanted to get well soon. The doctor had put a large amount of thymine into the medicine. The thymine has infiltrated into the bloodstream. The bloodstream is connected to the heart, so it is difficult to breathe when applying medicine. Thanks to fate, I came back from the dead. This is the first time I tasted the taste of death. The holes in the needle this time are the main cause of making it more difficult to treat later. After 18 years, the needle holes are still not healed. Because the thymine has infiltrated into the bloodstream, these needle holes are like pipes leading blood out. Because of that, blood keeps flowing out, but it's not over yet. Because the first treatment was wrong, the more blood there is, the more it flows out. When there is little blood, it takes a long time for a few drops to flow out. But when I went to see a doctor, it was terrible. When I sat down, blood flowed out like water from the inside of my body flowing out through the bloodstream. The blood flowed strongly like when the doctor inserted a needle. After the blood flowed, the thymine flowed out like blood. Every day, I had to go to see a doctor once. Every time, it meant that I lost a set of thymine. Just a few months later, my skin turned white, my hands and feet shivered, my eyes began to blur. Many people felt that way. They were so sad. Everyone told me to go see a doctor for treatment. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. I went to see a good doctor about thymine. He is a very famous doctor in a big hospital. He told me not to worry. He treated my skin, and it didn't hurt because there was no thymine. I just had to apply it. He used an anti-inflammatory medicine. Every day, he applied thymine. The thymine would dry and use itself. He also assured me that only after a week, all of my tissues would be used up, and there would be no more blood. Of course, when I heard the famous doctor promise me that, I was so happy. I put all my hope in him. Unexpectedly, that night, I really wanted to go to the hospital. I was so excited that I felt like I was going to die. I asked a friend to take me to the toilet, but I couldn't go out for more than half an hour. After a few hours, the more I sat, the more I cried. I tried to sit still until my legs couldn't feel and I fell asleep in the toilet. He waited for too long and went to his room to take a nap. He woke me up and took me to my room. But before I could get up, I had to wait for him to go to the toilet again. So, all night long, I kept running, running,