high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 393 The body is like a flame, born from thirst and love

The silence of all sounds——

After the sound of the flute stopped, it seemed that there was a white crane hanging in the solitary sky for a long time, piercing through the layers of water vapor reflected by the lamps and candles, its feathers were as soft as snow, unstained by dust.

There was no sound in the huge garden, and even those arrogant family members held their breath carefully, for fear that their breath would cover the final rhyme and disturb the silence played by the flute player.

Xie Fanjing raised his face silently.She only felt that the final sound of the flute sound was very light, very light, pure and transparent.When it slowed down, it was like the sobbing of Lin Lu, gently stroking his earlobe with the lonely mountain wind.

Huayan, but also lonely...

In the trembling ending, her memory seemed to be extending along with it.

It can be traced back to the flowers and water in the dark forest, to the night when all the stars were extinguished, and even to the early morning in Yakumo City, the small tea house where the morning mist and heat mixed together.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

She saw that the original indifference and banter in the monk's eyes had all disappeared, and all the banter and condescending indifference that should have disappeared...Lonely, peaceful.In front of him was a pair of gentle and lonely eyes. He played the flute quietly, and the smoke in his eyes dispersed a little at the end of the sound.

One is a lofty and indifferent god, and the other is a lonely and gentle person.

He was obviously alone, but he had two completely unfamiliar eyes.

God.

With people……

"Good! Good!"

In the silence, suddenly a soft laughter resounded, breaking the silence. At this moment, it was like a bright scarlet knife cutting through the frost in the air.

People turned their heads in the direction of the laughter, only to see a beautiful woman wearing a phoenix crown smiling and clapping hands. She smiled in the graceful candle, her brows were as light as distant mountains.

"Benefactor Yandi." Wuming put down his flute and saluted with palms together.

"Does the master know my name?" The woman wearing the phoenix crown laughed.

"Since coming to the host's house as a guest, the poor monk will naturally remember the due etiquette." Wuming was stunned: "Isn't this the proper meaning?"

"maybe."

Yandi replied noncommittally, she walked up to Wuming, then picked up the flute lying on the table, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

What she picked up was an ordinary bamboo flute, which can be seen everywhere in the market. The bamboo flute is fine and dense, and the pipe body is straight and round, with a thin halo of light blue like smoke.

"Is the master also proficient in phonology? I thought you monks just eat fast and chant Buddha all day."

"Otherwise, in fact, Buddhism also has a story about the Heavenly Palace of Miao Le." Wuming clasped his hands together: "The poor monk suffered from heart disease when he was young, and medicine and stones were difficult to cure. The teacher said that music theory can nourish the body and calm the mind, so he learned to play the flute. "

"Cultivate your body and calm your mind?" Yan Di raised her eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

She thought of the lonely and clear sound of the flute just now, slowly soaking in the moonlight, like frost falling from the sky little by little, piled up to the height of the eaves of the water pavilion.At that moment, even she felt a bone-chilling chill.

Just like watching the rain in Wutong Tower when she was a child, she sighed quietly from the eaves, watching the autumn wind fold those dry and hard leaves into fragmented and fragmented shapes... The white, canopy-like rain fell from the sky After getting down, the moist water vapor rises inch by inch in the soil, making people's hands and feet cold.

"The sound of the master's flute is cold and airy. Although it is a rare and good melody, it is not a way to preserve one's health."

Yan Di watched the monk in white standing quietly under the pillars of the pavilion, his plain white monk's sleeves swaying slightly, as if melting into the plain white moonlight outside the pavilion.

She suddenly smiled, and then said:

"You are a master of Southern Zen Buddhism, and you are also known as the number one in 'perception'. With such a great future, do you still have any dissatisfaction? The sadness in your flute, even ordinary people who don't understand the rhythm Hear it clearly."

"Are you dissatisfied..."

For the woman's question, Wuming was silent for a moment.

In the pavilion near the shore, the girl in red was waving to herself vigorously. Her red dress was burning like fire, bright as a tree of peach blossoms.

A trace of bitterness and struggle flashed in Wuming's eyes, and he finally lowered his head mockingly:

"The so-called dissatisfaction is nothing more than the inability to obtain the heart in the past, the inability to obtain the heart in the present, and the inability to obtain the future... Isn't it the same for all kinds of things in the world?"

He realized that he had lost his composure, and he shouldn't have, but the bitterness and melancholy in his heart still escaped through the sound of the flute, turning into cold crystals, splashing and scattering...

Choice.

He really hates the word choice. It’s like forcing someone to make a decision. No matter how you choose, it means that you are doomed to abandon one side, and then run to the other side without looking back. of……

In a trance, two voices lingered in my ears non-stop, like two groups of buzzing bees, making the world buzzing chaotically.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!Why can't you even sew a purse? !

——Adorn your body so that all sentient beings are no different from me.

Today, this girl will take you to climb the mountain, the highest mountain in Jiuzhang City!

——Should not give birth to the mind, should not dwell on sound, fragrance and touch the law to give birth to the mind, should give birth to the mind of non-rebirth.

Look, look, you are really suitable for wearing white, black clothes are ugly!

——When the mind is filthy, all living beings are filthy; when the heart is pure, all living beings are pure.

I will make a lot of money in the future, so much that everyone will be afraid!At that time, I can force you to share a little bit, but since you have taken my money, you will be my No. [-] chief manager, and whoever refuses to accept me, you will help me smash him to death with money!

——All actions are impermanent, all dharmas have no self, and Nirvana is pure.

hello monk...

——Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, if you practice the deep prajna paramita for a long time, you will see that all the five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships.

Come here, stretch out your ears, come a little more, don't hide!Don't hide!I won't beat you now!

—— Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form.

"Hello." A soft voice sounded softly, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him stubbornly, unwilling to let go: "I seem to like you, what should I do?"

The sounds of memories all stopped abruptly.

In the long, seemingly pitch-black darkness, Wuming heard his own answering voice:

"Amitabha……"

The pain in my head was getting worse and worse, as if it was about to split open.

Wuming almost forgot that he was in Qingliang Palace, in the center of the water pavilion, surrounded by countless people... He just felt sad and wanted to cry loudly.

He really hated the word choice, but he had to make a choice again.

Is it Buddha, or marriage?

How to choose, how should he choose?

In fact, I already have the answer in my heart. From the beginning, I already have the answer.But every time I think of those evenings full of summer and those times when we cuddled together, I always hesitate severely.

"A person who loves lust is like carrying a torch. If you walk against the wind, you will definitely suffer from burning hands."

The teacher's instruction before going down the mountain is only vague.

But at this moment, when he was silently watching Xiaoqiu jumping up and down, he broke into his heart suddenly, like Hong Zhong Dalu being knocked hard:

"Human beings are born of love and desire, and fear is born of sorrow. If you are separated from love, why worry and fear?"

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The seats were full of elegant clothes, like thousands of white cranes about to lift up. Although the young masters of the aristocratic family were puzzled by Wuming's short silence and lack of focus, the scene quickly became lively again under the deliberate friendship.

Surrounded by what seemed to be thousands of people, Xie Fanjing looked at that gentle and somewhat silent face, and finally mustered up the courage to step forward quietly.

"My name is Xie Fanjing." She raised her head, and said to the monk shyly in front of everyone:

"Excuse me, do you remember me?"

(End of this chapter)