Chapter 439 Don't Meet Each Other in Life, Just Like Participating in Business

When Yuanjue went to the Patriarch Hall of Jinshan Temple to end the karma of his past and present.

Wei Yuan looked at the scenery around Jinshan Temple. The woman in white stood beside him quietly, as if she was also thinking about something. He was happy to relax. The scenery of Jinshan Temple was quite good. At this moment, the clouds and mists gradually dissipated, and the sun broke through the clouds and scattered all over the ground. It was very Buddhist. The majesty of the treasure land.

Such a big thing happened here, and the other tourists were sent away by the monks of Jinshan Temple, so the Buddhist temple was quiet and peaceful at the moment. When Wei Yuan raised his eyes, he was under the old tree again. , I saw the fallen leaves, and saw the old monk sweeping the fallen leaves.

The fallen leaves fell on his shoulders, and the old monk just swept his head down.

At this time, Yuanjue had also finished his affairs and strode out.

Nodding and smiling at Wei Yuan, his face still had the simple and simple sense of calm that he was familiar with in the past, and the slightly sharp and serious temperament before had settled down. He walked over and pushed Wei Yuan's wheelchair, saying: "We have been waiting for a long time. Master, let's go down the mountain."

Wei Yuan nodded. The monk pushed the wheelchair with the palm of his hand and cultivated the physique of a living King Kong. Wei Yuan's weight plus the weight of the wheelchair was nothing to Yuanjue. It would not be much heavier than a feather. The push handle of the wheelchair can easily lift it up and down the mountain.

But when he reached the mountainside, Wei Yuan suddenly said:

"Yuanjue, and Miss Bai, you wait here first."

"I want to go up the mountain once."

Yuanjue was surprised.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "It's the same as you, there is something that needs to be dealt with."

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Yuan Jue didn't stop Wei Yuan.

Not to mention Wei Yuan's cultivation, his ability to control the wind is already unique in the world, and he easily climbed up this not so steep mountain. The wind and autumn rain in the Qingdeng Ancient Temple, the leaves have already turned yellow, and the whole mountain It's like being covered in gold.

And the monk under the old tree swept the fallen leaves on the ground.

The fallen leaves seem to never be swept away.

Wei Yuan slowed down and stopped behind the old monk, looking at the old tree. After years of wind and rain, this tree almost gave people the feeling of a wise man. Wei Yuan watched, but finally stopped moving, turned his head, saluted with one hand, and said lightly:

"donor."

Wei Yuan looked at the old tree and said, "How old is this tree?"

The old monk replied, "About a thousand years."

"Thousands of years..."

Wei Yuan leaned back slightly, looked at the old tree covered with yellow dead leaves, and said, "Did you plant it when you went up the mountain to become a monk? Should I call you Master, or should I call you?" Doctor Xu Xian?"

The old monk's white eyebrows were drooping, and his expression was always as calm as water. When he mentioned the word Xu Xian, there was finally a slight wave of waves. Finally, he seemed to have something to say, but it was only attributed to the four-character name of Amitabha, and his voice was old and flat. .

"The benefactor...is smart."

Wei Yuan shook his head and replied: "It's not really clever, it's just that it's the first time I've seen that there are earth-bound spirits that can exist in the holy land of Zen Buddhism... I'm a little curious, and I still have doubts that I can't let go, so I just came up to ask. "

"The earth-bound spirit is nothing more than an obsession, and the obsession remains, and it does not do evil or cause trouble."

"The Zen forest is vast, so there is naturally a place to live."

The old monk replied softly, the wrinkles on his face were heavy, and there were also some age spots.

The body and face are no different from ordinary people, but when the wind blows, you can still see the real face of the old man in front of you from the blurred ripples like mist and rain on the hem of the clothes. What I saw in Jiangnan was just an earth-bound spirit with residual obsession.

Wei Yuan didn't ask, but stretched out his hand, just caught a withered yellow leaf, and said:

"Why don't you go down and see her?"

"If you didn't want to meet each other, why would a ray of obsession remain in this world even after death?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "There is no need to meet each other. Meeting and forming a bond will only increase regret."

"The poor monk has not been here for thousands of years to see her."

He raised his hand, fell silent for a while, and said softly: "The poor monk is just for atonement..."

"Atonement?"

"yes……"

The old monk's voice was calm and unhurried: "When she flooded Jinshan, the cause was also related to me, and I am only a human being with decades of life, but she has to wait for a thousand years of banning, which is not fair. So, I think at least I will accompany her through the millennium."

"Stay with her, but don't go see her?"

"The benefactor is interested in chatting with me, but is there time to listen to a little story?"

The wind rustled the dead leaves on the old trees.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, smiled and said:

"Appreciate further details."

The old monk replied calmly, "Did the benefactor know that in ancient times, there was a big toon, which regarded 8,000 years as spring and 8,000 years as autumn, and they were long-lived things. A worm that feeds on morning dew."

"To this worm, Dachun is as great as a god, but one day, Dachun's spirituality fell in love with a worm who lives and dies. When the sun rises, the worm eats the morning dew and dances in the wind It's light and cute when it dances, but by noon, that bug has already started to slouch."

"When the sun sets, the worm will die on the ground."

"Da Chun's spirituality was distraught, and then gradually stopped absorbing the morning dew and starlight, resenting the sun in the sky, thinking that the fall of the great sun caused the insects it loved to die, and finally refused to accept the sun's rays, and slowly withered dead."

The old monk's tone was gentle, and he looked like he had truly understood the Dharma.

"How does the benefactor feel?"

Wei Yuan said: "You mean, eternal life is miserable..."

The old monk stretched out his hand, and a flying insect landed on his fingertips, and said: "Compared to Tenglong, human beings are nothing more than life and death. If she sees my remnant soul, she will die again later." What will you do? And you will put all your thoughts on my obsession with this remnant soul."

"But this is wrong. You have to open your eyes and look farther away."

"Da Chun can have eight thousand years of spring, eight thousand years of autumn, wind, rain and stars, why should he be obsessed with a flying insect? The dragon is a thing, and it can be above the nine heavens. There is already a big tree because of that insect. How can I bind her to the Jinshan Temple again after she has abandoned the whole world? This is letting go..."

Wei Yuan asked back: "But have you ever thought about it, maybe the white lady doesn't mind these things."

The old monk smiled and nodded, calmly said that sentence:

"But I care."

"Maybe it's because I'm still attached to her... I don't want to use myself as a chain to restrain her."

"And that's why I just let it go."

Wei Yuan looked at the old monk, thoughtful: "A thousand years of loneliness, just to let go?"

The old monk asked gently, "Is it helpful for the donor's situation?"

The monk seemed to see something from Wei Yuan's expression.

Wei Yuan nodded, shook his head again, but suddenly smiled and said:

"But Master, you don't seem to let go."

"Since you let go, why do you still see her today?"

"If it is a redemption, why did you choose Jinshan Temple, which is far away from Lin'an Mansion?"

The old monk nodded gently, but did not answer.

Wei Yuan looked at the Jinshan Buddhist Temple and said: "It's also a story. Buddhism cultivates itself, and its nature is self-sufficient. It is impossible to turn into a ground-bound spirit. Xu Xian, you practice Buddhism, but in the end you are obsessed with Buddhism. The true spirit is no longer there." , after all, it is impossible to achieve a positive result..., after a thousand years, have you ever been lonely?"

The old monk has already held the broom again and lowered his head to sweep.

Even when Wei Yuan left.

The monk didn't even raise his head, but just repeated his past actions one after another.

The Buddhist bell of Jinshan Buddhist Temple chirped.

The former young doctor has already turned into a ray of obsession. When he entered the mountain, the tree he planted by hand has been around for a thousand years. He copied scriptures and chanted Buddha. , Take refuge in Buddha, take refuge in Sangha.

Will it be lonely?

It has been a thousand years, under the old tree next to the pagoda, with a Buddha in my heart, how can I be lonely?

It's just that thinking that she won't be here in the future, I feel a little uncomfortable.

When you are lonely, you can look down the mountain.

Look at the world with her.

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When Wei Yuan came down the mountain, it was somewhat strange for him to be a patient, Yufeng, pushing a wheelchair.

The great monk Yuanjue laughed when he saw this, and hurried forward to help, which saved Wei Yuan from embarrassing the scene in front of the tourists who wanted to go up the mountain. The monk pushed the wheelchair steadily with his strong palm, and Wei Yuan played with the hand A leaf like a golden leaf.

He looked at the quiet woman in white beside him.

Obviously, Xu Xian wanted him to keep it a secret.

but……

But Wei Yuan spoke, put down the fallen leaves gently, and said, "Miss Bai..."

"Do you know that Xu Xian is on this mountain?"

Even Yuanjue who was next to him felt his brows almost jump up and his palms trembled.

Why did you just ask directly?

Master Wei, don't you know what soft opening is?

Contrary to the monk's expectation, the woman in white was silent for a while, nodded and said: "I know."

"Without him, I might not be able to support this millennium."

Wei Yuan said: "Then why don't you go to see him?"

The woman in white said softly: "...I'm going to see him, what shall we talk about?"

"He has passed away, what is left now is an obsession."

"If I go to see him again, his obsession may never be eliminated."

The woman in white said softly: "The true spirit left, only the obsession still exists in the world. It is not an easier experience than the seal I received back then. It seems to be hanging in the dark. When I look up, I can't see the sky. , I can't touch the ground under my feet, and there seem to be countless whispers echoing around."

"He can only maintain his consciousness if he keeps reciting Buddhist scriptures..."

"Only when his obsession disappears can his spirit be unified."

"I want to see him again, but how can I bear it... If it were you, would you bear it? Because of me, I have prevented him from becoming a doctor, and made him obsessed with wandering alone in the world for a thousand years , how can I let him continue?"

The woman in white seemed to want to laugh, but the expression on her face was indescribably cold and determined.

"Long life and short life."

"Perhaps, humans and demons really have different paths in this life."

Wei Yuan was speechless, monks don't practice afterlife, their nature is self-sufficient, but they leave a thousand years of obsession, only to let go for the White Snake; and the White Snake seemed to be free and easy, went down the mountain and left, but refused to let go, pretended to let go, and wanted to let the monk free .

There are two sentences in Zhuangzi's discussion of Dao with people, a child is not a fish, and he knows the joy of a fish.

The son is not me, so I know that I don't know the joy of fish.

Wei Yuan didn't know how to face such a thing.

There was a young couple on the side of the road who obviously came here for fun. Wearing couple shirts, the short-haired woman put her hands together, as if teasing her boyfriend next to her, and whispered very seriously: "First, it's best not to meet each other, so you can't fall in love. .

"The second best is not knowing each other, so can not Acacia."

"Third, it's best not to accompany each other, so that you don't owe each other."

Wei Yuan said: "It is a post left by a Tibetan Buddhist named Tsangyang Gyatso, but it was continued by a modern writer. After the original text is translated, most of it is like 'but we know each other when we meet each other, and we know each other when we meet each other. Seeing it is like not seeing it. Ande and the king will say goodbye to each other, so as not to teach life and death to be lovesick'"

The white snake was stunned.

But in fact, this is also because of the anecdote of Cangyang Gyatso, which led most translators to move closer to love. In fact, it is based on the relationship between men and women. Don't know each other, don't care about each other, everyone is independent of each other, not contaminated with each other's cause and effect.

Yuanjue pushed the wheelchair, and asked suddenly: "Master Wei, if this happened to you..."

"What will happen?"

Wei Yuan knew that he was referring to the matter of himself and Jue, who also lived a short life.

He thought of Xu Xian's old age just now, and looked at the white-clothed woman who seemed to be twenty-three or four years old, and felt in his heart that no matter what, he had to pass the Kunlun test, at least fix his appearance to the present, and whether he would separate in the future... ...He was silent for a while, pretending to be relaxed and said:

"I don't know if things haven't reached that point."

"Perhaps, I will be desperate and kill anyone who dares to stop me with an axe."

"Perhaps, I will become a monk and avoid the world of mortals completely..."

Yuanjue laughed and said: "If the guard master wants to become a monk, the poor monk will personally shave you and give you a certificate of graduation for free. Don't worry, the poor monk still has some connections in this matter."

Um? ? !

The smile on Wei Yuan's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, he looked up at Yuanjue, and was about to grit his teeth and say, "I'm sorry, don't worry, don't worry, when I saw the monk looking at him with a peaceful expression, saluted with one hand, and said with a free and easy smile: "Amitabha."

"It seems that the guard master has a plan in mind, doesn't he?"

Wei Yuan: "..."

The feeling given to him by the monk in front of him seems to be more transparent and harmonious.

Wei Yuan glanced at the water vapor in the air, closed his eyes, and said helplessly:

"Forget it, let's go, go to Longhu Mountain."

The monk smiled and agreed.

PS: The second update today... 4,000 words

Regarding that trial, many readers have already expanded it in detail in the chapter.

It’s almost the same, everyone can go to the previous chapter to look for an explanation, in the middle of fishing..., many other people have noticed a point, the one about Bai Suzhen, rest assured to wait for a few chapters (liked by Mao Maotou), and struggle hard for three shifts middle……