Chapter 437 Life does not meet, like participating in business
When Yuanjue went to the Patriarch Hall of Jinshan Temple to settle the cause and effect of his past and present lives.
Wei Yuan looked at the scenery around Jinshan Temple. The woman in white stood quietly next to him, seeming to be thinking about something. He was very happy and leisurely. The scenery at Jinshan Temple was quite beautiful. At this moment, the clouds and fog gradually dissipated, and the sun broke through the clouds and scattered all over the ground. It was very Buddhist.
The majesty of a treasure land.
Such a big thing happened here, and other tourists were sent away by the monks of Jinshan Temple, so the Buddhist temple was now peaceful and peaceful. When Wei Yuan raised his eyes, he saw under the old tree again
, saw the fallen leaves, and saw the old monk sweeping the fallen leaves.
Fallen leaves fell on his shoulders, and the old monk just lowered his head and swept.
At this time, Yuanjue had also settled his own affairs and strode out.
He nodded and smiled at Wei Yuan, his face still showed the familiar simple and honest calmness in the past. The slightly fierce and thick temperament before had settled down. He came over and pushed Wei Yuan's wheelchair and said: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Wei."
Master, let’s go down the mountain.”
Wei Yuan nodded. The monk pushed the wheelchair with his palms and built the body 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. He held it
The push handle of the wheelchair can easily lift it flat and go down the mountain.
But when he reached the mountainside, Wei Yuan suddenly said:
"Yuanjue, and Miss Bai, please wait here for a moment."
"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 did not stop Wei Yuan.
Not to mention Wei Yuan's cultivation level, his ability to control the wind is already considered unparalleled in the world. He easily climbed up this not-so-steep mountain. The wind and autumn rain in the Qingdeng Ancient Temple made the leaves already turn yellow, and the entire mountain
They all seemed to be filled with gold.
The monk under the old tree swept the fallen leaves on the ground.
It seems like there will never be enough fallen leaves to sweep away.
Wei Yuan slowed down, stopped behind the old monk, and looked at the old tree. After many years of wind and rain, this tree almost gave people the feeling of a wise man. The monk was
Wei Yuan watched, but finally stopped moving, turned his head, saluted with one hand, and said calmly:
"donor."
Wei Yuan looked at this old tree and said, "How old is this tree?"
The old monk replied: "About a thousand years."
"A thousand 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 drooped, and his expression was always as calm as water. When he mentioned the two words "Xu Xian", a trace of ripples finally emerged. Finally, he seemed to have something to say, but it was just the four-letter name of Amitabha, and his voice was old and flat.
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"The donor...is smart."
Wei Yuan shook his head and replied: "It's not that he's smart, it's just the first time I've seen that there are earthbound spirits that can exist in the Zen Holy Land... I'm a little curious and have doubts that I can't let go, so I came up to ask.
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"Earth-bound spirits are nothing more than obsessions. Their obsessions remain and they do not do evil or cause harm."
"The Zen forest is vast, so naturally there is a place for it."
The old monk answered softly. The wrinkles on his face were heavy and there were some age spots.
The body and face are no different from ordinary people, but when the wind blows over, you can still see the true appearance of the old man in front of you from the vague ripples on the hem of the clothes like mist. This is not a human being, nor does it have a body of flesh and blood, it is just the same as before.
What I saw in Jiangnan was just an earthbound spirit left with obsession.
Wei Yuan didn't ask, he stretched out his hand, caught a yellow fallen leaf, and said:
"Why don't you go down and see her?"
"If you weren't here to meet each other, why would a trace of your obsession still remain in this world even if you die?"
The old monk shook his head and said: "There is no need to meet each other. Meeting each other and forming a bond will only increase the regrets."
"This poor monk has not spent this thousand years just to see her."
He raised his hand, remained silent for a moment, and said softly: "The poor monk is just trying to atone for his sins..."
"Atonement?"
"yes……"
The old monk's voice was calm and unhurried: "When she flooded the golden mountain, the cause was also related to me, and I was just a human being with a few decades of life, but she had to wait for a thousand years of ban. This is unfair.
Therefore, I want to accompany her for at least this thousand years."
"Stay with her, but not go see her?"
"The donor is interested in chatting with me for a while, but do you have time to listen to a short story?"
The wind rustled the dead leaves on the old trees.
Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and smiled:
"Appreciate further details."
The old monk spoke calmly and replied: "Did the donor know that in ancient times, there was a giant tree that regarded eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn? It was a creature of immortality. On top of the giant tree, there lived a giant tree.
A bug that lives and dies in the morning and feeds on morning dew.”
"To this insect, Dachun was as great as a god. But one day, Dachun's spirituality fell in love with an ephemeral insect. When the morning sun rose, the insect ate the morning dew and floated gracefully in the wind.
When it dances, it's light and cute, but by noon, the insect has already started to be lazy."
"When the sun goes down, the insect will die on the ground."
"Dachun's spirit was filled with grief, and then gradually it stopped absorbing morning dew and starlight. It resented the sun in the sky, thinking that it was the setting of the sun that caused the insects it loved to die. Finally, it refused to accept the sunlight and slowly withered.
Dead."
The old monk's tone was broad and gentle, as if he had truly understood the Dharma.
"What does the donor think?"
Wei Yuan said: "Are you saying that eternal life will be miserable..."
The old monk stretched out his hand, and a flying insect landed on his fingertips, saying: "Humans are things. Compared with Tenglong, they are just living and dying. If she sees this remnant of my soul, she will die again later."
What will I do? I will put all my thoughts on my remaining obsession."
"But this is wrong. We need to broaden our horizons and look further away."
"The big chun can have eight thousand years of spring, eight thousand years of autumn, wind, rain and stars. Why should we be obsessed with a flying insect? The dragon is an object and can be above the nine heavens. There is already a big chun because of that insect.
My daughter has given up the whole world, how can I bind her to Jinshan Temple again? This is letting go..."
Wei Yuan asked back: "But have you ever thought about it, maybe the White Lady doesn't mind this."
The old monk smiled and nodded, and said those words calmly:
"But I care."
"Maybe it's because I'm still attached to her...that's why I don't want to use myself as a chain to restrain her."
"And it is precisely because of this that I have to let go."
Wei Yuan looked at the old monk and thought thoughtfully: "You have been alone for thousands of years, just to let go?"
The old monk asked gently: "Can it help the donor's situation?"
The monk seemed to see something from Wei Yuan's expression.
Wei Yuan nodded, shook his head, and suddenly smiled:
"But Master, you don't seem to have given up."
"Now that I've let it go, why do I still need to see her today?"
"If it was to atone for sin, why did you choose Jinshan Temple, which is far away from Lin'an Prefecture?"
The old monk nodded gently but did not answer.
Wei Yuan looked at the Jinshan Buddhist Temple and said: "It is also a story. Buddhism cultivates itself and is self-sufficient in nature. It is impossible to turn into an earth-bound spirit. Xu Xian, you practice Buddhism, but in the end you become obsessed with Buddhism, and the true spirit is no longer there."
, after all, it is impossible to cultivate to the right state... Have you ever been lonely after a thousand years?"
The old monk had once again held the broom and lowered his head to sweep.
Even when Wei Yuan left.
The monk didn't even raise his head, he just repeated the previous actions.
The bells of Jinshan Buddhist Temple are ringing low.
The young doctor he once was has long since turned into a wisp of obsession. When he entered the mountain, the trees he planted were already a thousand years old.
, take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the Sangha.
Will it be lonely?
For a thousand years, I have been under the old tree next to the pagoda. With Buddha in my heart, how can I feel lonely?
Just thinking about it, I feel a little uncomfortable when she is no longer here.
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 from the mountain, it was a bit strange for one of his patients, Yu Feng, to push a wheelchair.
The great monk Yuan Jue laughed when he saw this, and quickly came forward to help, which saved Wei Yuan from the embarrassing scene in front of the tourists who wanted to go up the mountain. The monk had strong hands and pushed the wheelchair steadily, and Wei Yuan played with the finger.
Each one is like a golden fallen leaf.
Looking at the woman in white next to her who became quiet.
It was obvious that Xu Xian wanted him to keep it secret.
but……
But Wei Yuan spoke, gently put down the fallen leaves, and said: "Miss Bai..."
"Did you know that Xu Xian is on this mountain?"
Even Yuan Jue, who was next to him, felt that his eyebrows almost jumped and his palms trembled.
You actually asked directly like that?
Master Wei, don’t you know what it means to speak softly?
Contrary to the monk's expectation, the woman in white was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "I know."
"Without him, I might not be able to survive this thousand years."
Wei Yuan said: "Then why don't you go see him?"
The woman in white said softly: "...I'm going to see him, what should we say?"
"He has passed away. What is left behind 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 has left, and only the obsession remains in the world. This is no easier experience than the seal I received back then. It's like hanging in the darkness. When I raise my head, I can't see the sky.
, the ground was unbearable under my feet, and there seemed to be countless whispers echoing around."
"Only by constantly chanting Buddhist scriptures can he maintain his consciousness..."
"Only when 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 I have prevented him from becoming a doctor and allowed him to wander alone in the world with his obsession for a thousand years.
,how can I let him continue?”
The woman in white seemed to want to smile, but the expression on her face was indescribably cold and determined.
"Long life and short life."
"Perhaps, humans and monsters really have different paths in this life."
Wei Yuan was speechless. The monk did not cultivate the afterlife and was self-sufficient in nature, but he left behind thousands of years of obsession, just for the white snake to let go. The white snake seemed to be free and easy, walking down the mountain and leaving, but it refused to let go, pretending to let go in order to free the monk.
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There are two sentences in Zhuangzi's Discussing the Tao with People: You are not a fish, you know the happiness of fish.
You are not me, you know 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 roadside who were obviously here for fun. The woman with short hair and a couple's shirt put her hands together and seemed to be teasing the boyfriend next to her. She whispered seriously: "First of all, it is best not to meet each other, so that we can not fall in love."
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"The second best is not knowing each other, so can not Acacia."
"Thirdly, it's best not to be with each other, so that you don't owe each other anything."
Wei Yuandao: "It is a post left by a Tibetan Buddhist named Tsangyang Gyatso, but it was continued by modern writers. After the original translation, most of them are like 'But we know each other once we meet, we know each other.
It's better to see you when you don't see me. I can't say goodbye to you, so I don't have to worry about lovesickness in life and death."
The white snake was stunned.
But in fact, this is also because of the anecdote of Tsangyang Gyatso, which has led most translations to move closer to love. In fact, it is a matter of men and women that is not related to cause and effect, does not enter the world of mortals, and does not meet each other.
They do not know each other, nor do they care about each other. Everyone is independent of each other and does not contaminate each other's cause and effect.
Yuan Jue pushed the wheelchair and suddenly asked: "Master Wei, if this happens to you too..."
"What will happen?"
Wei Yuan knew that he was referring to the matter between him and Jue, which was about longevity and short life.
He thought of Xu Xian's old age just now, and looked at the woman in white next to him who seemed to be twenty-three or fourteen years old. He felt that he had to pass Kunlun's trial no matter what, and at least keep his appearance like this. As for whether they will be separated in the future...
...He was silent for a while, pretending to be relaxed and said:
"It hasn't gotten to that point, and I don't know."
"Perhaps, I will be desperate and kill anyone who dares to stop me with an axe."
"Maybe I will become a monk and completely avoid the world of mortals..."
Yuan Jue said with a smile: "If you, the master of the Wei Hall, want to become a monk, the poor monk will ordain you personally and give you a free ordination certificate. Don't worry, the poor monk still has some skills in this matter."
Um??!
The smile on Wei Yuan's face froze, the corner of his mouth twitched, he looked up at Yuan Jue, and was about to grit his teeth and say, "Thank you for taking care of me, don't worry," when you saw the monk looking at him with a peaceful expression, bowed 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 seemed to be more transparent and harmonious.
Wei Yuan glanced at the water vapor in the air, narrowed his eyes, and then helplessly said:
"That's all, let's take a walk and go to Longhu Mountain."
The monk smiled and agreed.
PS: Today’s second update…………4,000 words
Many readers have already elaborated on that trial in the chapter.
It's almost the same. You can go to the previous chapter to find the explanation. In the process of fishing..., and many people have noticed a point. Regarding the one about Bai Suzhen, rest assured and wait for some chapters (like Mao Maotou), and struggle hard. Three updates.