However, Kong Youli soon added, "It's Ji Jingxue, what's wrong?"
The murder plan that Song Zilian imagined was like a group of horses running wildly on the top of the mountain, but when they were about to rush down the cliff, they were pulled back and reined in by the cliff.
On the Island of Love, his focus was only on Ji Xinyao, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the grudges and entanglements of other guests. Since the person Kong Youli likes is Ji Jingxue, he has nothing to do with her.
So Song Zilian immediately put on a gentle smile.
"Professor Kong has a unique vision and is a great match."
What he said now was quite nice, but Kong Youli sounded very yin and yang.
"Mr. Song, do you have a problem with me or Jingxue?"
"No. I'm just asking casually."
"Is your tone correct or not?"
Song Zilian was silent for a while. Since this matter had nothing to do with Ji Xinyao, he relaxed. After thinking about his words for a while, he asked Kong Youli, "Does Professor Kong know how to play Ruodado?"
"This is a story in the Yanrang Sutra, and I naturally know it. Fuluna asked the Buddha why all sentient beings are delusional. So the Buddha told him that there was a strange man in the city of Shiluo, India, named Yanruoda.
Duo, he woke up one morning and looked in the mirror. He liked his head in the mirror very much. But when he looked at it, he found that his eyebrows were clearly visible in the mirror, but his head was missing. He thought he was a ghost and immediately lost control of his emotions.
Rampage."
"Yes, so Professor Kong knows what his problem is?"
Kong Youli was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant, so he turned to Master Huiming, wondering whether it was Song Zilian's problem or his own problem.
Master Huiming nodded, "Amitabha. What Donor Song means is that Donor Kong, you are not without obsessions, but you are obsessed with one obsession and lose it all. You pay too much attention to one thing, so you are empty and irritable. In terms of emotions,
Also, because the attachment in your heart is too deep and you are only attached to one thing about her, you will reject the real person you love. Just like playing Ruodatta, you can only see the features but not the face, so he runs away without a trace.
"
After being taught by Master Huiming, Kong Youli was suddenly enlightened.
"It makes sense. So, I can't just cling to her beautiful appearance in my fantasy, but I also need to understand more about her other aspects. Is that right?"
Master Huiming nodded, "Donor Kong, you should not only understand the female donor you admire, but also understand your own heart and your feelings for her. Do you really like her or is it due to other reasons?"
You mistakenly think that you are attracted to her. Maybe you can also look for more things you are passionate about and find out whether the emotional ups and downs are the same when you are passionate."
"Thank you, Master. I will stay in the mountains these few days and read more scriptures..."
How could Song Zilian let him stay and have a chance to meet Ji Xinyao?
He immediately said, "Professor Kong, I think you may not understand what the master said. The master told you to find more things you love, whether it is staying in the mountains or reciting scriptures, it is your old attachments and your eyebrows.
You should look for your head now. There is no head for you in Longquan Temple, so you should go down the mountain and try something new."
Although Kong Youli still had some prejudice against him, he felt that what he said made sense.
"Master, does he mean what you mean?"
"I didn't expect so much, but what Donor Song said makes sense. As long as you find other passions, Donor Kong, you will naturally not be empty and restless. It will be much more beneficial than staying in the mountains."
So that night, Kong Youli packed his bags and went down the mountain. Song Zilian was afraid that he would delay his departure until the next morning, so he made a special trip to see him off at the mountain gate.
After confirming that Kong Youli had left, Song Zilian felt happy. He turned around and found that Master Huiming was still standing beside him and had not left.
"Master, the night is as cold as water, go to bed early." Song Zilian said casually as a farewell.
Master Huiming sighed, "Amitabha, why don't Song Donors play the role of Ruodatta?"
"I'm not." Song Zilian said with a smile. "I acted like Ruodado and went crazy because he couldn't find his head. He thought he was a ghost. But I am a ghost. I don't need a head. I am happy enough just to see my features."
"Donor Song's surname is also Ji?" Master Huiming seemed to have seen through him.
"Yeah." He lowered his eyes and smiled gently, "If Kong Youli is obsessed with one thing, he will lose everything. As for me, I just wish that everything would disappear. As long as she and I are there, that's enough."
"Donor Song, there is a hint of hostility in your words." Master Huiming reminded.
"Really?" Song Zilian tilted his head with a puzzled expression. Then he thought of something again and asked with a smile, "Can the master resolve it for me? A monk is compassionate."
"Almsgiver Song is a smart man and has many insights into Buddhist scriptures. His character has been determined, and even I may not be able to speak to Almsgiver Song."
Song Zilian also knew this.
When Ji Xinyao left him, Song Zilian wanted to find her like crazy. For this reason, he invited countless eminent monks, immortals, wizards, and kings, but it was of no use at all. He had to go to Zen and enlightenment by himself, trying to learn from those classics.
He was looking for a way out, so he had long been familiar with the classics of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism better than anyone else.
"Master, would you like to give me a sermon tomorrow?"
"Lao Na is also willing to hear the Song Dynasty donor's unique views on Buddhist scriptures. It is very good."
The next day, early in the morning, Ji Xinyao followed Ji Chengye and his wife and took Ji Jingxue to Longquan Temple. Because Longquan Temple was built on the top of the mountain and there was no road, it took them a long time to walk up. When they arrived at the Main Hall, they were already almost there.
It's noon.
The Ji family has believed in Buddhism for generations, so the family's tombs are next to Longquan Temple, the most efficacious temple in Xijing. The temple takes care of the cemetery every day, so you don't have to worry too much. However, it takes a lot of effort to climb up the mountain to clean the tomb every time.
"Master, I am Ji Chengye, and I have brought my whole family here to visit my wife's grave. Tomorrow is the tenth anniversary of my wife's death, and I have made an appointment to hold a ritual ceremony."
Ji Chengye negotiated with the monks in the temple, while the other three sat on the benches outside the hall to rest.
The monk checked the reservation information and asked the young novice to take a few people to the side room to change clothes and rest.
"Several donors, please come with me..."
Just as the young novice monk was about to take them away, from a distance, Song Zilian suddenly called out to Ji Xinyao.
"Xin Yao."
Ji Xinyao turned around and saw Song Zilian and an old monk together.
"Why are you here?"
Song Zilian has already prepared his words, which he copied and pasted completely from Kong Youli.
"This is my friend, Master Huiming of Longquan Temple. I came here specifically to find him to clarify my doubts and talk about the Dharma. I wonder what Xinyao does here?"
Master Huiming lowered his eyes. He quickly understood that the purpose of Song Zilian's appointment with him to give a lecture yesterday was simply to answer the words of the female donor in front of him.
But Song Zilian did not deal with him, and told him many wise opinions that he had never heard before. It was not considered a lie, and Master Huiming did not expose him.
"Amitabha, I still have many things to take care of, so I will take my leave now."