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Chapter 106 Xiaoyue
Taking a closer look at the middle-aged monk, Fang Jing was amazed. It seemed that he had encountered a real Buddha. When the masters he watched on TV mentioned faith, he could cure all diseases and be omnipotent.

"May I ask what the master's name is?"

"I have too many names, and I don't know which one to use. When I was just born, my parents hoped that I could be reunited like the moon, so they gave me a small name, Xiaoyue, and a big name, Fengping."

"Later, I thought the name was too ugly. One day I read in the textbook that Huo Qubing was drinking the vast sea and Feng Lang Juxu, so I changed my name to Feng Juxu."

"My classmates also nicknamed me Bainiu, Datou, and Monk. I met my master ten years ago, and after hearing my nickname, he laughed and changed my name to Xiaoyue.

Fang Zui smiled lightly, "Then you went around and went back to the original point."

"No," the monk shook his head, "This Xiaoyue is not that Xiaoyue. My parents hope that I will be reunited like the moon, but they ignore the fact that the moon has dark eyes and waxes and wanes. The world is not complete, let alone life. Are you right? Bar?"

Fang Liang nodded in admiration, "That is indeed what it means.

"But my master said fart." The monk laughed. "He said that my parents' moon is round and there is no gap. Xiaoyue hopes that I can understand their painstaking efforts and has no other meaning."

"Eh!" Fang Jing scratched his head, "Then I will call you Master Xiaoyue. I also have two names, one is Fang Jing and the other is Fang Jing."

"Which side and which view?"

"The square of the square, the scenery of the scenery."

"What about the other one?"

"It's the same, the square of the square, the scenery of the scenery."

Monk Xiaoyue touched her bald head and asked doubtfully, "Is there any difference?"

"The difference? Let me think."

He was Fang Jing in his previous life, and he is also in this life. Normally, there is no difference, but the two lives are obviously different, including mentality and thinking, they are completely different forms.

If he is thrown back into the original world again, he will not be able to change back to the original square scene again, and the contradiction is a bit strong.

"I don't know, there must be, but I can't say, anyway, Fang Jing in the past is different from the present." Fang Jing came to this answer after thinking for a long time.

Monk Xiaoyue looked at Fang Jing strangely, if ordinary people would have regarded him as crazy, fortunately he has studied Buddhism for many years, and the monk has a better mentality.

"Oh! Got it." Monk Xiaoyue narrowed her eyes, "Your name is Fang Jing, because you have experienced some things, and you have changed."

Fang Jing's heart skipped a beat, "I don't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

"Haha! It's actually very simple. A name is just a code name for a thought. If I change your name, will you not be you?"

"Take the sun as an example. We call it the sun in Chinese, but that's not how it is called in Western countries' English, French, or island languages. Countries with their own language systems have different names."

"But at the end of the day, everyone wants to express the same thing, but the pronunciation is different."

"But my mind has changed."

"The sun is changing too! But everything remains the same, as long as your understanding of him remains the same, hold the fishing rod tightly in your hand, and no matter how the hook floats, you won't be able to drift away."

Master Xiaoyue clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice, "In Confucianism and Taoism, in the end, it's all about seeing one's mind and knowing one's own nature. Let me ask you, what's your name?"

"Fang Jing!"

"That's enough." Xiaoyue pointed to the ground and said, "Is the snow I swept yesterday the same as the snow I swept today?"

"Same!"

"Why? You must know that the sky is so big, and every piece of snow is different, let alone yesterday's."

"Whether it's yesterday or today, as long as the ideology remains the same, it will never change."

Xiaoyue nodded, "That's right, all appearances are illusory. People have eighteen thousand thoughts in a moment. If I say it is snow, it is snow. If I say it is sunshine and rain, it is sunshine and rain."

"As long as you can stick to your heart, you are you. It's the same for thousands of names and thousands of lives."

Fang Jing was a little confused again, "What is my original intention?"

"Haha, you have to find it yourself, how do I know." With the broom on her shoulders, Xiaoyue walked back, "Subdue your mind and thoughts, and you will be able to see your mind and see your nature. You still have a long way to go."

"You don't sweep the floor anymore?" Fang Jing shouted.

"Sweep what? The moon is shining, I'm going to sleep."

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"Little master, can I go in if I don't have money?" At the ticket window, Fang Jing followed Xiaoyue's instructions.

"It's freezing to death, give me your coat and I'll let you in." The little novice was a little bored, deliberately joking, Fang Jing's outfit doesn't look like a poor man?
"But it's starting to snow, I'm in the snow, you're in the house, you're warmer than me, obviously you don't need it!"

"Hey!" The little novice came out, holding a broom in his hand, and said with a smile, "I need it now, don't you want to help me?"

Fang Jing...

This is different from what Xiaoyue said, how can she be so simple, she really didn't want a few dozen dollars, and asked him for a coat of [-] yuan instead.

Looking at the little novice in unlined clothes, Fang Jing smiled and said, "We are both in the snow. I am not cold because I have clothes. If you are cold, go find clothes. Why do you want me?"

"Okay, you can go there." The little monk made a gesture of invitation, "But I'm not looking for clothes, I'm looking for an electric stove."

"Thank you."

Passing by the ticket window, Fang Jing saw a glowing red electric stove burning, and there was a computer on the table, playing League of Legends.

Lingyin Temple is very big, Fang Jing didn’t know which hall Liu Wei was in, so he had to look all the way there. There were many people burning incense, some begging for the Son of Avalokitesvara, and some for the Medicine Buddha. She was looking at the Buddha statues one by one.

"Eldest sister, you have burned this incense long enough, aren't you afraid that I will freeze to death outside?"

"Ah! Why are you here? Didn't you say you can't come?"

"If I don't come, I will starve to death. I don't have any money. Have you finished reading? Let's find a place to eat."

"Wait, there are still a few more to read."

Putting his hands together, Fang Jing imitated the tone of the monks in the temple, "Benefactor, the way is in the heart, why bother to seek its shape."

"Pfft, hahaha!" Liu Wei laughed loudly, "Okay, just eat when you eat, I'm afraid of you."

Half an hour later, I found a restaurant, and Fang Jing ate a lot as soon as the food was served. He was so hungry that he didn't eat anything in the morning.

After walking around the West Lake for several hours, I had no energy at all. The wooden chairs on the road were wet by rain and snow and I couldn't sit on them. I didn't rest on the way.

"Slow down, starving ghost reincarnated, you."

Compared with Fang Jing, Liu Wei is much more refined, and every leaf of green vegetables is eaten slowly.

"Huh! Where did you get this scripture? Shurangama!" Looking at the pale yellow book in Fang Jing's hand, Liu Wei thought it was a small leaflet.

"A little master gave it for free, the enlightened Shurangama, it is said that the effect is good."

"real or fake?"

Liu Wei picked it up and flipped through two pages. The smell of ink wafted through his nostrils. The delicate handwriting was all written with a brush, and each stroke was very serious.

(End of this chapter)