The blue-chip man loves the righteous woman: attacking the heart and capturing the love

Chapter 193 The Antonym of I Love You 1
India is one of the three major religions in the world and the birthplace of Buddhism. The reason why Shen Jiaman chose here is mainly to get peace of mind, tranquility and happiness from here, to understand the principles of life, and to resolve problems.

She got off the plane and found a hotel in the urban area. There was a Datong Temple near the hotel. As long as she stood in front of the hotel window, she could hear the sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha.

In the evening, Mu Yuanchen called, and she pressed to answer——

"……Hey?"

"What are you doing?"

"Read a book."

"Didn't you miss me?"

She smiled: "How can you be half-hearted when reading a book?"

"Then don't read it, let's chat."

"Aren't you going to work tonight?"

"I can't work. When I think of you not being around, my mind goes crazy."

"Then you just want me to be by your side."

"You know what that's called? It's called self-deception."

Shen Jiaman sighed: "A man should focus on his career, how can he be controlled by emotions and desires."

Mu Yuanchen jumped up: "I'm starting to regret letting you go to that India, and you let me stop having emotions and desires after only one day, will you be able to pay it off in a month?"

"It's useless to regret, I'm already here."

"Heh, do you want to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

"No."

She puffed up her cheeks: "I'll hang up first, and I still have to read a book."

"Don't hang up."

"what happened again?"

"Put your hands to your chest and think."

"Thinking about what?"

"I don't think about tea and food because of you, and I can't do work. You can still calm down and read a book? Huh? What about your conscience?"

"The conscience also needs to rest. It's so late, if you can't work, go to sleep. Good night."

Shen Jiaman cut off the call first, Mu Yuanchen stared at the phone angrily and was speechless for a long time, he nodded through gritted teeth: "Okay, hang up on me, how dare you hang up on me, let's talk when I come back..."

Early the next morning, Shen Jiaman went to the Datong Temple. She stood in front of a monk with a gentle face and listened to him preaching to others. She couldn't move for a while.

After listening for half an hour, the person in front of the monk left. She sat down and said sincerely, "Master, please help me..."

"What's wrong with the girl?"

"I did one thing wrong, but I dare not tell my lover, I am afraid that if I say it, the fate between me and him will come to an end..."

The monk smiled: "It can be seen that you are struggling and contradictory in your heart. How about this? Let me tell you a little story first. Come to me again at this time tomorrow. For three days in a row, I will tell you three stories. At that time, the Buddha will show you the way, and you will know what to do."

"Okay, thank you master."

"Now, close your eyes, discard all distracting thoughts in your mind, listen to my story, and slowly understand the truth."

The monk clasped his hands together and said slowly: "A young monk is responsible for cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard of the temple every morning.
Getting up early in the morning to sweep fallen leaves is really a chore, especially in autumn and winter, when the wind blows, the leaves always flutter and fall.It takes a lot of time to clean the leaves every morning, which makes the little monk a headache.He has been trying to find a good way to make himself easier.

Later, a monk said to him: "You shake the tree vigorously before cleaning tomorrow to shake off all the fallen leaves, so you don't need to sweep the fallen leaves the day after tomorrow."

The little monk thought it was a good idea, so he got up early the next day and shook the tree vigorously, so that he could clean up the fallen leaves of today and tomorrow at once.The little monk was very happy all day long.

The next day, the little monk went to the yard to take a look, and he couldn't help being dumbfounded.The yard was covered with fallen leaves as usual.

The old monk came over and said to the young monk, "Silly boy, no matter how hard you try today, the fallen leaves will still fall down tomorrow."

The little monk finally understood that there are many things in the world that cannot be advanced in advance, and that the most authentic attitude towards life is to live seriously in the present moment. "

Shen Jiaman slowly opened his eyes, listening to the master summing up his story: "Many people like to pay for tomorrow's troubles in advance, and want to solve tomorrow's troubles earlier. If you have troubles tomorrow, you can't solve them today. Every day There are life homework to be handed in every day, so try to do today’s homework well before we talk.”

"Master, I understand what you mean."

She paused: "You want to tell me that before solving my troubles, I should maintain a good state of mind."

"Enlightenment..."

Shen Jiaman walked out of the temple, wandering in the sunny street, thinking over the monk's words carefully, his heart gradually calmed down, no longer as heavy as yesterday.

Back at the hotel at night, Mu Yuanchen called on time. She had just taken a shower, and answered while wiping her hair: "Brother Chen..."

"did you miss me?"

She smiled angrily: "You call me every day just to ask if I miss you, and you won't change your lines."

"This is an indispensable greeting between lovers. If you say you miss me, I will tell you right away. I miss you too."

"Then what if I say I don't want to?"

"You can't say you don't want to, even if you're lying, you have to say you miss me."

"Why do you suddenly feel a little rascal?"

"It's all because of you..."

"If I say I miss you, will you feel better?"

"of course."

She nodded and said solemnly, "I miss you."

"Didn't you lie?"

"No."

Mu Yuanchen smiled happily: "I miss you too. Where did you go today?"

"I went to a nearby temple and met a master who told me a good story."

"Oh, what story?"

"can not tell you."

"Heh, you're pure-hearted, aren't you?"

"Then in order not to make you angry, I'd better hang up, bye..."

She hung up the phone again, and one could imagine how angry someone on the other end of the phone became.

Mu Yuanchen almost threw his phone out of the window. It was the second time, and he hung up on him first. This was something that had never happened before. He began to wonder if Shen Jiaman was possessed by some monster. dead.

The next day, Shen Jiaman went to the Datong Temple again, found the old monk from yesterday, and began to listen to him tell the second story.

"A Buddha was traveling and met a person who didn't like him. For several days and a long way, the person tried every means to slander him.

Finally, the Buddha turned and asked the man: "If someone gives you a gift, but you refuse to accept it, then who does this gift belong to?"

The person replied: "Belongs to the person who originally gave the gift."

The Buddha smiled and said, "That's right. If I don't accept your abuse, then you are insulting yourself.""

The second story is short, but the meaning is very profound. The monk asked her: "After the Buddha said that sentence, do you know what that person said?"

Shen Jiaman shook his head.

"The man didn't say anything, he touched his nose and left..."

The monk made the final conclusion: "As long as the mind is healthy, what others think will not affect us. If we blindly care about what others think or say, we will lose our autonomy."

autonomy...

Shen Jiaman was thoughtful. Standing under the bodhi tree in the temple, she understood what the master had concluded. The master wanted to tell her that as long as people have no intention of making mistakes in their hearts, then they should not be trapped in their own cocoon, and should show a frank attitude. Don't care what others think or say, hold the initiative firmly in your own hands...

Tomorrow is the last day, and she began to look forward to what kind of shock and understanding the master's last story would bring her.

In the evening, Mu Yuanchen called again, this time he didn't cut straight to the point and asked if she missed him, but actually changed the lines——

"Did you go to listen to the old monk tell a story again today?"

Shen Jiaman reprimanded dissatisfied: "What old monk, you should respect him as a master, you are so careful that the Buddha punishes you."

"Ah, I really regret letting you go to India more and more. I think you have completely lost your mind."

(End of this chapter)