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Chapter 241 The Last Su Mingyan

A wisp of green smoke rises faintly, and is carried away by the canyon and mountain wind outside Sisi Corridor.

The sky and the earth were dark, and it was the time when the light and dark alternated in the day.

Su Mingyan's piano was placed beside her, and she, who was sitting upright, lit a stick of incense in front of her.Under the moonlight, her snow-white skin became more white and tender. She closed her eyes and listened to the music from the other side.

In fact, on the second day, with Su Mingyan's arrogance, he also noticed how powerful and superb the other "Taoist" was.

Last night, Su Mingyan still used the qin, but the "Taoist" used the flute instead.

Here she fights with Zen music, but the "Taoist" is very bad, and all the tunes she blows are full of love, sorrow and joy, which are intriguing, and go straight to pondering about the relationship between men and women.

The joys and sorrows of human affairs can be experienced in just the middle of the night.

Su Mingyan was better, but Lin Funiang couldn't stand it, she burst into tears and joy at the same time, and kept trying to hug her, almost crying Su Mingyan.

The nunnery master also warned her that those songs can really penetrate the hearts of the people and sing the world of mortals.For their Buddhist disciples, it is nothing more than the wonderful sound of the heavenly demon. Many nuns have almost fallen into this music.

"The owner of the village is not a Buddhist, so you don't have to guard your heart. Just listen to the song in your heart and grind the details, and you will have passed through this world. You must know where you will go in the future. Endless hell. And leave your love and joy in this mountain, and live the rest of your life more freely. After leaving the mountain, I only hope that the village owner will be a ruthless person. From the day your majesty refers to marriage, the village owner will sleep One eye must be kept open."

Su Mingyan listened to the admonition of the nunnery master, and she knew that this should also be one of the contents of Xia Shanggong's enlightenment to her.After leaving here, the word "self" no longer exists in her mission and destiny.

Today is the third day, Su Mingyan didn't play the piano, but just lit a stick of incense and quietly listened to the music from the other side.

That "Taoist" changed his instrument again tonight, but this time it was the erhu.

Lin Funiang was not here tonight, so she was picked up by her family.

Su Mingyan sat alone on the wooden porch, almost merging with the moonlight.

The indifferent and sad sound of the erhu, like the cold moon in the lake, dyed the whole world with emotions.

Looking down at the moon in the lake below, Su Mingyan was momentarily without thoughts, neither sad nor happy, counting his life in detail, just like watching a tragicomedy of her own.

The panic when the Imperial Army of the Southern Wu Dynasty rushed into the house, the determination to become prostitutes for the sake of treating the nurse's illness, ..., the indifference when the imperial court bestowed upon him... and the first time his heart was moved after the man drank the eighth cup.

If someone is here, they will definitely find a warm smile on Su Mingyan's face, this smile is as solemn and precious as a Bodhisattva, and a tear that does not belong to "compassion" rolls down his cheek like snow.

On the other side, Zhang Zhe also leaned on the wooden corridor.

Beside him, there is a very old-fashioned thing.

The large portable outdoor tape recorders that people used to see in the 90s, the kind that used cassettes and large batteries.

This is what Zhang Zhe bought from a certain treasure, and there are seven or eight boxes of old tapes.

The solo of "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" is slowly being introduced into the canyon from the machine. It seems that everyone is listening intently. The nunneries and Taoist temples on both sides of the strait have been late for evening classes for a long time.

Zhang Zhe can only play the suona, while the flute and erhu all rely on tapes.

No, the "Qin Ni" on the opposite side, facing the several Chinese music masters standing behind Zhang Zhe, was finally completely defeated and stopped talking.

After the song was played, Zhang Zhe pressed the stop button with his toes without any image. Although he was a little proud, he was more depressed.He was thinking again, if his wife Meng Xiaowan was here, he might still be able to fight him for a few more rounds.

It's a pity that there is only one woman like Xiao Wan in the world.

Zhang Zhe was about to pick up the big tape recorder and go back to the room, but the sound of the piano sounded again.After hearing a few words, Zhang Zhe was a little dumbfounded.

The sound of the piano is actually full of longing and sorrow.

"I'm going, am I awakening the hidden devil in Naqin's heart?"

To deal with the nun who has moved the heart, if you want to come to the nunnery, you shouldn't use the method of humane destruction, right?

At this moment, Su Mingyan put his whole body and mind on the piano, just like what the nunnery master said.At this moment, she is still Su Mingyan from Wuling County, who is free and unimpeded, but when she comes out according to the order, she is no longer herself.

Su Mingyan didn't know what he was playing, but he poured all his emotions and memories into his hands according to his own will.

She is not Master Su who only smiles but never gets angry, nor Su Lingzhu who is knowledgeable, reserved and forbearing, nor Su Mingyan who is pure-hearted and ascetic and never fights or envies.

She used to have hatred, get angry, and thought about not being reasonable, and she also thought that she could spend her life indifferent to human love.Until Xilu's poems were challenged, the figure standing on the table, tottering, raised a glass to invite the crowd, and served wine with poems, a cup of poems, every poem was superb, and every sentence was delicious.

At that time, it was the first time that she felt the feeling of being slightly drunk and heart-beating.

Later, she realized that she was just the most ordinary mortal.She will also be envious, jealous, and walk with the wrong person in her sleep.

Zhang Zhe only felt that the sound of the piano was very sad and beautiful, but it was also very messy. He was a little worried that the nun on the opposite side would be driven crazy by him in the past few days?
Things seem to be going awry!

That is the royal nunnery, who knows what kind of person Zhang Zhe has been ranting about.

He began to regret it a little, and began to think of ways to redeem it.

Soon he turned his attention to his second-hand large tape recorder.He remembered that there was a microphone jack on the big tape recorder, and the seller who bought second-hand goods gave him a microphone.

Just after Su Mingyan indulged all her emotions for the first time in her life, she, who was sweating slightly, was suddenly startled by the loud voice from the other side.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when walking the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are all empty, and overcomes all hardships. Relic, the color is not different from the empty, the empty is not different from the color, the color is empty, the empty is the color, and the thought is recognized. The same is true. Relic Son, it is the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure,..."

Su Mingyan looked at the opposite bank in astonishment, there seemed to be a figure sitting cross-legged and chanting under the moonlight.

Her disintegrated emotions and thoughts were slowly gathered together by this unheard scripture. When the other party recited it for the second time, Su Mingyan, who has excellent Buddha nature, had already folded his hands together, closed his eyes and bowed his head, entering the scriptures. The state of meditation.

Zhang Zhe put down the microphone dry-mouthed, and just rubbed his face to send away the equipment when he heard the sound of Taoist priests banging on the door.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and happiness, and he yelled to the sky.

"Don't go, old monk, you and I will argue for another three hundred rounds!"

(End of this chapter)