无法办任何佛事，却见证了父亲最殊胜的往生 Unable to Perform Any Buddhist Rites, Yet Witnessed the Most Extraordinary Rebirth of My Father
南無阿彌陀佛
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南无阿弥陀佛！我是来自马来西亚砂拉越的佛诚。今天想与大家分享我父亲从生病到往生的整个过程，一路中充满了佛力加被与不可思议的感应。
我的父亲姓陈，享年六十九岁，于2024年12月30日往生于医院。事情的起因大约在十二月中旬那段时间，父亲的身体开始出现异样——肚子总觉得不对劲，一天要跑好几趟厕所，却始终排不出什么。我们家人看在眼里，心里很担心，劝他赶快去医院检查，可是父亲固执地说没事，坚持不去。直到后来症状越来越明显，经不住我们的反复劝说，他才勉强同意前往医院。
那天凌晨，我们带着父亲赶往医院。医生检查后，安排他做肠镜，以确认肠胃中是否有阻塞或其他问题。检查后，我们发现情况有些不对——他的腹部明显胀大，整个人神情痛苦，不停告诉母亲说肚子很不舒服、非常涨。
医生见状立刻安排进一步的检查。没想到，就在准备过程中，父亲的血压突然急速下降。医护人员马上替他插管供氧，并在身上连接了各种监测仪器，抢救现场十分紧张。
随后，父亲被推入病房，因为血压过低，暂时无法进行进一步的检查或手术。等到血压与各项指数稍微稳定后，医生正准备进行下一步诊治时，突发的意外再度发生——父亲的血压再次骤降，心跳停止。
医生与护士们立刻全力抢救，经过约二十五分钟的努力，父亲的心跳终于恢复。随后，父亲被立即送入手术室进行紧急手术。大约一个多小时后，手术结束，他被转送至加护病房（ICU）继续观察与治疗。
在接下来的几天里，父亲的情况一直不太稳定。母亲焦急万分，于是特地请来阿弥陀佛加持过的大悲水，希望藉着佛力的加被，让父亲能苏醒过来。当母亲轻轻喂他几口大悲水时，我站在一旁，感觉父亲似乎有一点点反应，仿佛能听见我们在对他说话。母亲一边念佛，一边温柔地对他说：“阿弥陀佛会一直放光照着您、护念着您，您要多念佛，跟着佛号走……”那一刻，父亲的神情似乎变得柔和，好像随母亲一起念佛。
父亲的病情终究未能好转，于2024年12月30日清晨3点33分离世。我们接到医院的电话后，立刻赶到现场。当各项手续办妥，我们虽然心中充满悲痛，却也提醒自己：此刻不能陷入悲伤，因为这是父亲最关键的时刻。 我们一心想着：“父亲刚离世，正是需要佛号相伴的时候。”于是，我们齐声为他念佛。当医护人员为父亲整理好遗体后，我们一路在他身旁称念“南无阿弥陀佛”。前往太平间的途中，我们不断地对父亲说：“爸爸，您不要害怕，要记得跟着我们一起念佛，阿弥陀佛的光明会一直护着您！”
就这样，我们一路称念着佛号，陪着父亲的遗体抵达太平间。之后便返回家中，准备为他筹备丧礼。清晨回到家后，我们立刻开始整理丧礼所需的物品。正当一切忙碌进行时，医院突然来电通知，说因为父亲体内含有大量病毒与细菌，遗体若运回家中恐有感染风险，因此不允许我们将父亲接回。那一刻，对我们而言宛如晴天霹雳。虽然难免感到遗憾与心痛，但我们很快回过神来——既然无法在家设灵堂，那就让佛号化作最庄严的道场。于是，我们立刻通知莲友们一同为父亲“隔空”念佛回向，祈愿他能得蒙阿弥陀佛接引，往生西方极乐世界。我们没有在家中设灵堂，也没有焚香或烧纸钱，一切从简，只在佛号声中为父亲送行。那段时间，家中充满了佛号声——平静而庄严，也让我们的心逐渐从悲伤转为安稳。
时间来到了第三天凌晨，也就是父亲准备出殡的日子。因为天色还早，我们都还在睡觉。就在这时，妈妈做了一个梦——梦里，她看见父亲安详地站着，额头上，竟然盛开着一朵洁白的莲花。妈妈醒来后告诉我们，全家人都感到无比震惊与感动。
那天早上，我们先到医院的太平间认领父亲的遗体，然后前往火化场。一路上，我们没有丢纸钱、没有喧闹，只是安安静静、简简单单地念着佛号——“南无阿弥陀佛……南无阿弥陀佛……”以佛号送父亲最后一程。
火化后，当我们前去捡骨时，看到父亲的骨灰——洁白光亮，如玉一般。那一刻，我的耳边仿佛传来阵阵微弱的佛号声，似乎从火化间传出，那声音柔和又庄严，让人心中升起一股无法言喻的安慰。
接着，我们前往安葬。一开始，太阳很大、天气炎热。我随口说了一句：“好热啊……”就在那一瞬间，天空的烈日立刻被乌云遮住了一些。我心里暗想——这大概是父亲菩萨知道我怕热，特地为我们遮挡烈日吧。
当父亲的骨灰盒安葬完毕的那一刻，天空忽然飘下了细雨。我想起古人说，下葬后遇雨，是好兆头。回程的路上，那场细雨就这样伴随着我们，轻轻洒落，如同佛洒甘露的护送。直到车子抵达家门口的那一瞬间，雨，忽然停了。太阳再次露出笑脸，温柔地照在我们身上。当我们走进家门，踏入客厅时，空气中还弥漫着一股淡淡的“檀香味”。那时家里并没有点香，可那阵香气清雅温润，仿佛是在告诉我们——父亲真的回到极乐世界的家了。
时间转眼过去一个星期。那天夜里，我一个人睡在客厅。忽然之间，感觉自己好像灵魂出窍一般，轻轻地飘在空中。就在这时，眼前一亮，一个模糊的人影从远处慢慢走来。当那身影渐渐靠近，我惊讶地发现——那竟然是我的父亲。只见他全身发出柔和的光芒，光亮温润、不刺眼；身上还散发着一股淡淡的清香，我深吸一口气，心中无比安宁。父亲身着褐黑色的袈裟，相貌庄严、神情慈祥，看着他的样子，我的心被一种从未有过的温暖包围。
其实，父亲在世时，我们从未拥抱过。这一次，他笑容温和、眼神充满慈悲，轻轻地抱了我一下。那一刻，我几乎要流泪了。父亲温声对我说：“我已经往生西方极乐世界了，你们不用担心。”当我从梦中醒来，抬头看向墙上的时钟——竟然正是凌晨三点半。那正是父亲当初往生的时刻。这种巧合让我深感震撼，心中既惊又喜，充满难以言喻的感动。
这件事让我们全家深深体会到：阿弥陀佛的慈悲真实不虚，极乐世界确确实实存在。因为我的父亲在世时并没有学佛，也不念佛，甚至可以说是一位无神论者。然而，阿弥陀佛仍以无尽慈悲，不舍一人，接引他往生西方极乐世界。这种大悲愿力，真是超越我们凡人的理解。父亲的往生，不仅是他的得度，更是留给我们全家最庄严的信心印记。从那以后，我们每天都更加努力念佛，生活中几乎没有离开过“南无阿弥陀佛”这句佛号。
后来，我和家人特地前往马来西亚吉隆坡净土宗道场，祈请净本师父为我们传授三皈依。那一刻，我们全家心中充满感恩，感恩父亲以往生净土的事迹，让我们一家走入佛门，走上念佛的道路。我们也向师父表达心愿，希望将来能恭请净本师父与净平师父前来砂拉越弘法，为更多人播下念佛的种子，让弥陀的慈光照进更多众生的心中。
所以，诸位莲友，请你们也一定要相信——阿弥陀佛就在我们身边，极乐世界离我们并不遥远。多多念佛，为父母念、为众生念、也为自己念。将来我们都能脱离六道苦海，同生西方极乐世界。我们极乐世界见！南无阿弥陀佛。
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2025年10月14日 记录
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無法辦任何佛事，卻見證了父親最殊勝的往生。
南無阿彌陀佛！我是來自馬來西亞砂拉越的佛誠。今天想與大家分享我父親從生病到往生的整個過程，一路中充滿了佛力加被與不可思議的感應。
我的父親姓陳，享年六十九歲，於2024年12月30日往生於醫院。事情的起因大約在十二月中旬那段時間，父親的身體開始出現異樣——肚子總覺得不對勁，一天要跑好幾趟廁所，卻始終排不出什麼。我們家人看在眼裡，心裡很擔心，勸他趕快去醫院檢查，可是父親固執地說沒事，堅持不去。直到後來症狀越來越明顯，經不住我們的反復勸說，他才勉強同意前往醫院。
那天凌晨，我們帶著父親趕往醫院。醫生檢查後，安排他做腸鏡，以確認腸胃中是否有阻塞或其他問題。檢查後，我們發現情況有些不對——他的腹部明顯脹大，整個人神情痛苦，不停告訴母親說肚子很不舒服、非常漲。
醫生見狀立刻安排進一步的檢查。沒想到，就在準備過程中，父親的血壓突然急速下降。醫護人員馬上替他插管供氧，並在身上連接了各種監測儀器，搶救現場十分緊張。
隨後，父親被推入病房，因為血壓過低，暫時無法進行進一步的檢查或手術。等到血壓與各項指數稍微穩定後，醫生正準備進行下一步診治時，突發的意外再度發生——父親的血壓再次驟降，心跳停止。
醫生與護士們立刻全力搶救，經過約二十五分鐘的努力，父親的心跳終於恢復。隨後，父親被立即送入手術室進行緊急手術。大約一個多小時後，手術結束，他被轉送至加護病房（ICU）繼續觀察與治療。
在接下來的幾天里，父親的情況一直不太穩定。母親焦急萬分，於是特地請來阿彌陀佛加持過的大悲水，希望藉著佛力的加被，讓父親能蘇醒過來。當母親輕輕餵他幾口大悲水時，我站在一旁，感覺父親似乎有一點點反應，彷彿能聽見我們在對他說話。母親一邊念佛，一邊溫柔地對他說：“阿彌陀佛會一直放光照著您、護念著您，您要多念佛，跟著佛號走……”那一刻，父親的神情似乎變得柔和，好像隨母親一起念佛。
父親的病情終究未能好轉，於2024年12月30日清晨3點33分離世。我們接到醫院的電話後，立刻趕到現場。當各項手續辦妥，我們雖然心中充滿悲痛，卻也提醒自己：此刻不能陷入悲傷，因為這是父親最關鍵的時刻。 我們一心想著：“父親剛離世，正是需要佛號相伴的時候。”於是，我們齊聲為他念佛。當醫護人員為父親整理好遺體後，我們一路在他身旁稱念“南無阿彌陀佛”。前往太平間的途中，我們不斷地對父親說：“爸爸，您不要害怕，要記得跟著我們一起念佛，阿彌陀佛的光明會一直護著您！”
就這樣，我們一路稱念著佛號，陪著父親的遺體抵達太平間。之後便返回家中，準備為他籌備喪禮。清晨回到家後，我們立刻開始整理喪禮所需的物品。正當一切忙碌進行時，醫院突然來電通知，說因為父親體內含有大量病毒與細菌，遺體若運回家中恐有感染風險，因此不允許我們將父親接回。那一刻，對我們而言宛如晴天霹靂。雖然難免感到遺憾與心痛，但我們很快回過神來——既然無法在家設靈堂，那就讓佛號化作最莊嚴的道場。於是，我們立刻通知蓮友們一同為父親“隔空”念佛回向，祈願他能得蒙阿彌陀佛接引，往生西方極樂世界。我們沒有在家中設靈堂，也沒有焚香或燒紙錢，一切從簡，只在佛號聲中為父親送行。那段時間，家中充滿了佛號聲——平靜而莊嚴，也讓我們的心逐漸從悲傷轉為安穩。
時間來到了第三天凌晨，也就是父親準備出殯的日子。因為天色還早，我們都還在睡覺。就在這時，媽媽做了一個夢——夢里，她看見父親安詳地站著，額頭上，竟然盛開著一朵潔白的蓮花。媽媽醒來後告訴我們，全家人都感到無比震驚與感動。
那天早上，我們先到醫院的太平間認領父親的遺體，然後前往火化場。一路上，我們沒有丟紙錢、沒有喧鬧，只是安安靜靜、簡簡單單地念著佛號——“南無阿彌陀佛……南無阿彌陀佛……”以佛號送父親最後一程。
火化後，當我們前去撿骨時，看到父親的骨灰——潔白光亮，如玉一般。那一刻，我的耳邊彷彿傳來陣陣微弱的佛號聲，似乎從火化間傳出，那聲音柔和又莊嚴，讓人心中升起一股無法言喻的安慰。
接著，我們前往安葬。一開始，太陽很大、天氣炎熱。我隨口說了一句：“好熱啊……”就在那一瞬間，天空的烈日立刻被烏雲遮住了一些。我心裡暗想——這大概是父親菩薩知道我怕熱，特地為我們遮擋烈日吧。
當父親的骨灰盒安葬完畢的那一刻，天空忽然飄下了細雨。我想起古人說，下葬後遇雨，是好兆頭。回程的路上，那場細雨就這樣伴隨著我們，輕輕灑落，如同佛灑甘露的護送。直到車子抵達家門口的那一瞬間，雨，忽然停了。太陽再次露出笑臉，溫柔地照在我們身上。當我們走進家門，踏入客廳時，空氣中還瀰漫著一股淡淡的“檀香味”。那時家裡並沒有點香，可那陣香氣清雅溫潤，彷彿是在告訴我們——父親真的回到極樂世界的家了。
時間轉眼過去一個星期。那天夜裡，我一個人睡在客廳。忽然之間，感覺自己好像靈魂出竅一般，輕輕地飄在空中。就在這時，眼前一亮，一個模糊的人影從遠處慢慢走來。當那身影漸漸靠近，我驚訝地發現——那竟然是我的父親。只見他全身發出柔和的光芒，光亮溫潤、不刺眼；身上還散髮著一股淡淡的清香，我深吸一口氣，心中無比安寧。父親身著褐黑色的袈裟，相貌莊嚴、神情慈祥，看著他的樣子，我的心被一種從未有過的溫暖包圍。
其實，父親在世時，我們從未擁抱過。這一次，他笑容溫和、眼神充滿慈悲，輕輕地抱了我一下。那一刻，我幾乎要流淚了。父親溫聲對我說：“我已經往生西方極樂世界了，你們不用擔心。”當我從夢中醒來，抬頭看向牆上的時鐘——竟然正是凌晨三點半。那正是父親當初往生的時刻。這種巧合讓我深感震撼，心中既驚又喜，充滿難以言喻的感動。
這件事讓我們全家深深體會到：阿彌陀佛的慈悲真實不虛，極樂世界確確實實存在。因為我的父親在世時並沒有學佛，也不念佛，甚至可以說是一位無神論者。然而，阿彌陀佛仍以無盡慈悲，不捨一人，接引他往生西方極樂世界。這種大悲願力，真是超越我們凡人的理解。父親的往生，不僅是他的得度，更是留給我們全家最莊嚴的信心印記。從那以後，我們每天都更加努力念佛，生活中幾乎沒有離開過“南無阿彌陀佛”這句佛號。
後來，我和家人特地前往馬來西亞吉隆坡淨土宗道場，祈請淨本師父為我們傳授三皈依。那一刻，我們全家心中充滿感恩，感恩父親以往生淨土的事跡，讓我們一家走入佛門，走上念佛的道路。我們也向師父表達心願，希望將來能恭請淨本師父與淨平師父前來砂拉越弘法，為更多人播下念佛的種子，讓彌陀的慈光照進更多眾生的心中。
所以，諸位蓮友，請你們也一定要相信——阿彌陀佛就在我們身邊，極樂世界離我們並不遙遠。多多念佛，為父母念、為眾生念、也為自己念。將來我們都能脫離六道苦海，同生西方極樂世界。我們極樂世界見！南無阿彌陀佛。
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2025年10月14日 記錄
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Unable to Perform Any Buddhist Rites, Yet Witnessed the Most Extraordinary Rebirth of My Father
Namo Amituofo! I am Focheng from Sarawak, Malaysia. Today, I would like to share with everyone the story of my father—from the time he fell ill until his passing—a journey filled with the compassionate power of the Buddha and many inconceivable blessings.
My father’s surname was Chen. He passed away at the age of sixty-nine on December 30, 2024, in the hospital. It all began around mid-December, when he started to experience unusual discomfort in his abdomen. He frequently felt the need to use the toilet, but each time, he could hardly pass anything. Watching him suffer, our family grew increasingly worried and kept urging him to go for a medical check-up. However, my father was stubborn and insisted he was fine, refusing to go. It was only after his symptoms worsened and our repeated persuasion that he reluctantly agreed to visit the hospital.
That early morning, we rushed him to the hospital. After an initial examination, the doctor arranged for a colonoscopy to determine whether there was any blockage or other internal issue. When the test was completed, we noticed something was wrong—his abdomen was badly swollen, and he appeared to be in great pain, repeatedly telling my mother that his stomach felt bloated and extremely uncomfortable.
Seeing the situation, the doctor immediately ordered further tests. Unexpectedly, during the preparations, my father’s blood pressure suddenly dropped sharply. The medical team quickly intubated him to provide oxygen and attached various monitors to his body. The emergency scene was tense and urgent.
He was then transferred to a ward, but because his blood pressure remained too low, no further procedures could be carried out. When his condition finally stabilized a little, the doctor prepared to proceed with treatment—but then, another sudden crisis struck. My father’s blood pressure plummeted once again, and his heart stopped beating.
Doctors and nurses worked desperately to revive him, and after about twenty-five minutes of continuous resuscitation, his heartbeat finally returned. He was immediately sent to the operating theatre for an emergency operation. After about an hour, the surgery was completed, and he was transferred to the intensive care unit (ICU) for close observation and further treatment.
In the following days, my father’s condition remained unstable. My mother, filled with anxiety, specially brought some "Great Compassion Water" that had been blessed by invoking Amitabha Buddha’s name, hoping that through the Buddha’s compassionate power, my father might regain consciousness. As my mother gently fed him a few sips, I stood by his side and noticed a faint response—as if he could hear our voices. While softly reciting the Buddha’s name, my mother lovingly said to him, “Amitabha Buddha is always shining light upon you, protecting you. You must keep reciting the Buddha’s name—follow the sound of Namo Amituofo…” At that moment, my father’s expression seemed to soften, as though he were reciting along with her.
Unfortunately, his condition did not improve. At 3:33 a.m. on December 30, 2024, my father passed away peacefully. When we received the call from the hospital, we rushed there immediately. Once the formalities were completed, although our hearts were heavy with grief, we reminded ourselves that this was the most crucial moment for him. We thought, “Father has just passed away—he needs the Buddha’s name to accompany him now.” So we began chanting Namo Amituofo aloud together. After the medical staff prepared his body, we continued to chant as we walked beside him, escorting him to the mortuary. Along the way, we kept saying, “Dad, don’t be afraid—remember to follow the Buddha’s name. Amitabha’s light is protecting you always!”
Thus, chanting continued as we accompanied him all the way to the mortuary. Afterward, we returned home to prepare for the funeral arrangements. Early that morning, as we busied ourselves with preparations, the hospital suddenly called to inform us that my father’s body contained a high level of viruses and bacteria, and bringing him home might pose an infection risk. Therefore, they could not allow the body to be released. The news struck us like a bolt from the blue. Though we felt deep sorrow and regret, we quickly calmed our hearts—since we could not hold a wake at home, we decided to let the recitation of Namo Amituofo become the most solemn and sacred offering.
We immediately informed our Dharma friends to join us in chanting remotely, dedicating the merit to our father and praying that Amitabha Buddha would receive him into the Land of Ultimate Bliss. We did not set up a traditional altar at home, nor did we burn incense or paper offerings. Everything was kept simple and pure—our father was sent off solely through the sound of the Buddha’s name. During that time, the entire house was filled with the serene and dignified sound of Namo Amituofo, gradually transforming our grief into deep peace and faith.
The third day arrived—early morning on the day of my father’s cremation. Since it was still dark, everyone was asleep. At that time, my mother had a dream—in the dream, she saw my father standing peacefully, and on his forehead bloomed a pure white lotus flower. When she awoke and told us, the whole family was deeply moved and filled with awe.
That morning, we went to the hospital mortuary to claim his body, then proceeded to the crematorium. Along the way, there were no paper offerings, no noise or commotion—only the gentle, continuous sound of the Buddha’s name: “Namo Amituofo… Namo Amituofo…” We recited softly and sincerely, sending our father off on his final journey with the Buddha’s name.
After the cremation, when we went to collect the ashes, we were astonished to see that my father’s remains were pure white and glistening, as if made of jade. At that moment, I seemed to hear faint echoes of Namo Amituofo—gentle yet solemn—flowing from the crematorium chamber. The sound filled my heart with indescribable comfort and peace.
Next, we proceeded to the burial. At first, the weather was scorching hot, and I casually murmured, “It’s really hot…” Almost instantly, dark clouds drifted over and shaded the blazing sun. I thought to myself, “Perhaps Father, now a Bodhisattva, knew I couldn’t stand the heat and kindly shielded us from the sun.”
When the burial was completed, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky. I remembered the old saying that rain during a burial is an auspicious sign. On our way home, that gentle drizzle accompanied us all the way—like the Buddha’s sweet dew, softly blessing our path. Then, just as our car arrived home, the rain suddenly stopped. The sun emerged once again, shining tenderly upon us.
As we stepped into the house and walked into the living room, a subtle fragrance of sandalwood lingered in the air. We had not lit any incense, yet the scent was delicate and soothing—as though a silent message telling us, “Father has truly returned to the Pure Land, his eternal home.”
A week passed in the blink of an eye. One night, as I was sleeping alone in the living room, I suddenly felt as if my spirit had gently drifted out of my body and was floating in the air. In that moment, a soft light appeared before me, and from afar, a figure slowly approached. As it came nearer, I was stunned to see—it was my father. His whole body radiated a gentle, warm light—not dazzling but serene. A faint fragrance emanated from him; I took a deep breath, and a profound sense of peace filled my heart. He was wearing a dark brown monastic robe, his face dignified and compassionate. Looking at him, I felt enveloped in a warmth unlike anything I had ever known.
In this life, my father and I had never embraced each other. But this time, he smiled gently, his eyes filled with compassion, and softly embraced me. In that instant, tears welled up in my eyes. He spoke to me in a warm, calm voice: “I have already been reborn in the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. You don’t have to worry about me.”
When I awoke from the dream and glanced at the clock on the wall—it was exactly 3:30 a.m., the very time of my father’s passing. The coincidence left me stunned and deeply moved, a mixture of awe, joy, and gratitude beyond words.
Through this experience, our entire family truly came to realize that Amitabha Buddha’s compassion is real and boundless, and that the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss truly exists. My father, during his lifetime, had never studied the Dharma nor recited the Buddha’s name. In fact, he was an atheist. Yet, Amitabha Buddha, with immeasurable compassion and without forsaking a single being, still received him and guided him to the Western Pure Land. Such great compassionate vows truly surpass human understanding. My father’s rebirth was not only his own liberation—it became a profound seal of faith for our entire family.
Since then, we have been even more diligent in our Nianfo practice, rarely letting a day pass without reciting Namo Amituofo. The Buddha’s name has become the heartbeat of our daily life.
Later, my family and I went to the Pure Land Buddhist Center in Kuala Lumpur to request Master Jingben to confer the Three Refuges upon us. In that moment, our hearts were filled with deep gratitude—thankful that through our father’s rebirth in the Pure Land, our whole family found the path to the Buddha’s teaching and the practice of Nianfo. We also expressed our heartfelt wish to invite Master Jingben and Master Jingping to Sarawak in the future, to spread the teaching of Nianfo and let Amitabha’s compassionate light shine into the hearts of more sentient beings.
So, dear Dharma friends, please believe with all your heart—Amitabha Buddha is right beside us, and the Pure Land is not far away. Recite the Buddha’s name often: recite for your parents, for all beings, and for yourself. May we all one day transcend the sea of suffering within the six realms and be reborn together in the Land of Ultimate Bliss.
See you in the Pure Land.
Namo Amituofo.
Focheng
Recorded on October 14, 2025
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