The Krishna Code: The Vigorous Curtain of Bhupan... Epilogue

Epilogue: "The Ascension of Bhupan"

A week after the airtight event on the Phu Phan Mountains, warm morning sunshine shone down the deep forest temple hall. The atmosphere, once filled with the tension of the bewitches, turned to calm, cold with faint prayers.

Dr. Anon, Gwyn, Om Jai, and three fellow students returned to the temple again, this time they were not accompanied by sophisticated geological tools, but by barrels of jungle cloth, pontifices, and a well-prepared sweet savory restaurant.

"Luang Ta, sir..."Dr. Anon bowed down to the president and the king in humility." We consulted that what we have faced, good or bad, is the greatest lesson, so we want to make this great merit. "

Om Jai raised the candle incense flower above her head, her eyes were calmer than ever. "I dedicate this charity to my great-grandfather, Om Chan, and...(She stopped for a moment) And the shaman of merit, and all the spirits of thieves and nobles that are caught in the snare, may this merit relieve them of their vengeance, and let them enter a good world. "

Gwyn and his friends closed their eyes and prayed, feeling that they were intellectuals from the city, or that the ownership of scientific knowledge had now been exhausted, leaving only an awareness of how small we are under the laws of karma.

Smiling with kindness, he picked up holy water from the boycott and sprinkled it on everyone. "Good, son...Winning hundreds of others is not the same as winning their hearts. Abomination is the highest, because it is the cessation of the wheels of duty that have swirled for hundreds of thousands of years. "

I stood behind and looked at the image with an unusually neat attack that today, the attack whispered in my ear. "..I think the smell of aloes that smelled hard at the time, now it turns into a mild, calming aroma instead. "

I took a camera and looked at the original leaves again. The purple light in the picture was as soft as the light of the sirim. I knew that the piece of aloe in everyone's pocket was not for fortune or power, but a reminder that "faith without pride and wisdom with compassion" is the strongest magic in the universe.

When the monks began to chant, Yajasthan Wariwa sought...The droplets of water that flow into the earth, the substance of acclaim, seep deep into the land of Phu Phan, leaving the myth of shadowless bandits and fragrant wood in a void full of peace...Forever.

- End of the Tale, Code of Krishna: The Veil of Bhupan -