Jiang Nv is indescribable

Hu Changheng knew that her "death" was eight years old in Fengxiang, and his second brother specially informed him.

He sat in the meditation room for several days, from day to night, only to feel that even this empty door in the world would not allow him.

Enlightenment started from her, she is gone, how can he ask for his way? If he can't understand it, how can he let it go?

Hu Changheng felt as if he had fallen into a maze, no matter how difficult it was for Buddhism to enter his heart.

He changed his vision.

He is willing to learn from Venerable Ananda and endure 500 years of wind, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain.He is willing to accept all the hardships, pains and trials in the world...

I don't want to meet, I don't want to get married, I don't want to be together, I just want her to live safely and happily in this world.

In the end, Master Dolai Cihang pointed out the maze for him and taught him to find out life and death...

But the real letting go was the moment when I met her in this land of Nanzhou.

She's still alive, that's good.

Hu Changheng clasped his hands together and said, "Lao Tan is more worried, and there is no serious problem."

Jiang Fosang asked the question knowingly, after all, Gu Baiyao healed it himself.

Although Hu Changheng's face was slightly pale, the toxin was gone.However, Wensou is seriously injured and needs time to recuperate.

I wanted to ask him about room and board, but I was still used to it, but I felt that it was unnecessary to talk to a monk like this.

Then he changed his words: "What do you think of Nanzhou?"

"Near mountains and rivers, the climate is pleasant."

Jiang Fosang laughed.Think of the livable place he said at the beginning.

Today's Nanzhou should be considered livable, but it is no longer possible to become a paradise for the two of them.

One is in the empty door, the other is deep in the world of mortals, with different ways, it is not suitable to be polite, and it seems that it is not suitable to reminisce about the old days, so they just wander around aimlessly.

After a while, we arrived at Yuri Pavilion.

The two climbed up and stared into the distance for a while, Jiang Fosang suddenly said: "Do you think there are really gods and Buddhas in the sky?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

This answer was beyond Jiang Fosang's expectation.

I thought that since he entered the Buddhist gate, he would serve the Buddha for life with the thought of the end of suffering...

"If not, the Buddha you worship and the way you seek will become a joke."

"The Buddha is in the heart, the Tao is under the feet."

Jiang Fosang raised his eyebrows: "There is no way to seek the Buddha from Lingshan, Lingshan is in your heart; everyone has a Lingshan Pagoda, so that they can cultivate under the Lingshan Pagoda...Is this what you mean or not? In this way, everyone is a Buddha."

Hu Changheng thought for a while, then nodded.

Jiang Fosang knew that what he meant was that the peace and joy that people pursue cannot be obtained from others or from other places, and the world of enlightenment is in their own hearts.

Pretending not to understand, sighed: "It seems that people are still tired after becoming a Buddha. Otherwise, how could the incense in Feilai Temple be so prosperous? I pretended too much in my heart and asked too much. Being a human being and being a Buddha is no different."

Hu Changheng hesitated for a moment, and said: "Master Cihang once said to me: if you cling to one thought, you will be trapped in one thought; if you let go of one thought, you will be at ease in your heart. Tanyue, you..."

"I know what you want to say, and I've heard too many of these words." Jiang Fosang cut him off, "I've made up my mind, so I don't need to persuade you. I also know that you see me like walking in a quagmire. Buddhism is merciful, and you are willing to overcome suffering people in the world, so You also want to cross me and enlighten me, don’t you?”

Before Hu Changheng could answer, she changed the subject, pointed to a flag in the distance, and asked: "The wind blows the flag, one monk said it was the wind, and the other monk said it was the flag, but Master Huineng said that the wind does not move, but moves from the heart and ears." .So is it the wind that moves the banner or the heart?"

...

Hu Changheng said nothing.

"The two monks both want to prove that they are right. Whether it is the wind moving or the flag moving, there is truth in fact, but who is completely right? Even the answer given by Master Huineng may not be the only answer. This kind of debate itself It's meaningless, it's more to satisfy the vanity and competitive heart, if you don't have the heart, you won't have these arguments, isn't that what you Buddhists want to cultivate, it's a pity that I am a secular person, and I can't live without the heart."

Then he looked at him; "I heard that the strongest person in the world is a heart of practice, which will not be broken by any external force and suffering. In a sense, we are all practitioners. If you practice in a Buddhist temple, I am practicing in the world of mortals. What you are looking for is how to get rid of the obstacles, and I have realized that there is no obstacle in the heart. You get rid of the emotions and desires and are no longer bound by the things of the world. I am no longer bound by this fetters. I am no longer afraid of losing. You have the way you want, and I also have the way I do. How can you tell the difference between superior and inferior?"

She is completely white today, and there are no complicated decorations of pearls and hairpins on her misty temples, only a small silver forehead lian hanging on her forehead.Even if the beauty is damaged, it does not damage her beauty.

Hu Changheng only took one look, then looked away, lowered his eyes and folded his palms together: "Tan Yue has a heart of wisdom, but his precepts are not enough. It's just all kinds of desires, and in the end everything is empty—"

Jiewei, his character, has now become his dharma name.

Jiang Fosang heard him yelling Tanyue one by one, and suddenly stepped forward.

Hu Changheng retreated subconsciously, and then froze.

A slender hand touched his heart.

Jiang Fosang stared into his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Since the four elements are all empty, why can I still see my reflection in your eyes?"

The afterglow spread on the river surface, and the river wind rose again.

Only a slender figure was left in the sun bathing pavilion, looking at the streamer that fluttered with the wind, for a long time, put his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name.

In the rumbling carriage, Calamus was thinking about the scene just now——

Seeing that it was not too early, she went to Yuri Pavilion to call for the queen, only to see...

In fact, if the fifth son does not appear, it is hard to say what will happen between the female monarch and the seventh son.

Now the fifth son is gone again...

Jiang Fusang looked like he was just laughing and talking, glanced over, and said softly: "Don't think too much."

She just wanted to tell Hu Changheng that there is no absolute emptiness and no absolute right.

She wouldn't ask Hu Changheng what to do after he recovered from his injury, and Hu Changheng didn't have to worry about how to get her over.

Because as he said, people can only ask for themselves, and everything they want can only be obtained from themselves.

Similarly, the only one who can save himself is himself.
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Jiang Fosang did not return to Miyagi, but still went to Nanke Xiaozhu.

Gu Baiyao has already left, Xiao Yuandu has also left, and now she is the only one left here.

"Gu Langzhong didn't go back to Xiyong Prefecture, nor did he go to Zhongzhou. He temporarily settled in a village at the foot of Yancang Mountain..."

Jiang Fosang didn't say anything, and asked to bring the wine: "No warm wine, no fruit wine, just Longtan Qing."

It was really cold, but she refused to close the window. After taking a bath, she hugged a quilt and lay down on the beauty couch by the window.

The cold wine enters the throat, piercing the heart and brain.

The sin was not in vain, and the body soon felt warm.

Look, there are more than one things that can warm people in this world.

Even the part of the heart is still as cold as a cold cave, thinking about it is still not enough...

Jiang Fosang simply threw away the wine bottle, hugged the wine jar and drank freely.

A black shadow turned into Nanke Xiaozhu, and went straight to Baoya Pond on a familiar path.

When approaching Baoya Pond, I stood for a while and looked around, as if surprised that it was unimpeded.

Without thinking too much, I walked quickly to the Jiuqu Bridge.

Shen Huan clasped his sword and closed his eyes, leaning his back behind an old tree thick enough to be hugged by several people.

He didn't turn out from the dark place until the sound of footsteps disappeared.

Seeing the night diver enter the bamboo building with his own eyes, the hand holding the sword tightened tightly.

After standing for a long time, he finally turned and left in silence.