Mo Ming accidentally knocked over a stack of Buddhist scriptures beside him.
"She went to Furong City?"
"It's been over two months." Xu Jiang thought of Wu Luolan's beautiful yet sad eyes and her deep love for Mo Ming, and couldn't help but feel pity. "She's been looking for you."
"I...I don't know."
"Didn't you look for her?"
"I have looked for her, but the Central Plains is too vast to find her. I agreed to travel with the monks with the intention of finding her."
But now when he heard the news from her, there was no joy on Mo Ming's face. Compared with the eager joy when Ulolan learned the news from him, he seemed too cold.
At this moment, Xu Jiang knew that the young lovers were truly separated.
Wuluolan could no longer wait for her lover.
Xu Jiang asked directly, "Will you go to Furong City to meet her?"
Mo Ming stared at the scattered Buddhist scriptures for a while, then replied in a deep voice, "Yes."
Hearing this answer, Xu Jiang did not feel happy for Wuluolan, but could only sigh.
Mo Ming stacked up the Buddhist scriptures one by one, then asked Xu Jiang, "How about you? When did you come to the capital?"
Xu Jiang replied, "Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Who is this?" Mo Ming looked at the taciturn man next to Xu Jiang.
"I'm Lou Yunchun." Lou Yunchun bowed to him and then said, "A Jiang's lover."
Xu Jiang coughed a few times due to the saliva, and then glared at Lou Yunchun sadly.
Mo Ming choked, then returned a Buddhist salute to Lou Yunchun, "My name is Mo Ming." He then smiled at Xu Jiang and said, "I thought you would remain single for the rest of your life, but you found a lover without saying a word."
Xu Jiang replied, "I never thought you would become a monk without saying anything."
They both sighed at the same time: "How unpredictable things are."
"What do you do in the capital?"
"I've opened a bookshop in Huailiu Lane, Yonghefang. If you have time, you can come and visit."
"I see."
"What do you mean?"
Mo Ming chuckled, "Back in Furong City, you worked as a helper in various bookstores. It turned out that you were doing this so you could open your own bookstore one day and learn from others."
Xu Jiang said sternly, "It's just a discussion, not stealing."
The reunion of old friends was filled with humor and a sense of reminiscing about the past. However, Xu Jiang disliked Mo Ming's bald head, and Mo Ming was not used to looking at the man next to Xu Jiang. His eyes, in particular, were so direct and clear that they seemed to see through people's thoughts, making people afraid to look directly at them.
The two talked about some old things until a monk came to summon Mo Ming, and then they stopped talking.
Xu Jiang invited him, "If you have time, come and sit in my bookshop."
"Okay." Although Mo Ming had not obtained a certificate of ordination and was not considered a formal monk, he was able to move more freely than a formal monk. He just needed to inform the monks.
The three of them stood up and walked outside. The monk who came to invite them was waiting outside the door, and the three of them parted ways in front of the door.
Before leaving, Xu Jiang warned Mo Ming, "Don't go to the wrong place, Zhanchun Bookstore in Huailiu Lane, Yonghefang."
"I understand." Mo Ming bowed to them and then left with the monks.
Xu Jiang also bowed, then said to Lou Yunchun, "Let's go too."
The two passed by the Buddhist altar. A young monk was now on the stage, chanting and preaching scriptures. His melody was melodious and his words were clear. It was not as dull as Xu Jiang had imagined.
The two stood and listened until the master finished reciting a volume of scriptures, and then they left together.
Xu Jiang said, "They say that to learn Buddhism one must detach from all attachments. It seems to me that I cannot become a Buddha."
She is greedy for everything in the world, her heart is full of desires and cravings, and she is destined to roll around in this world.
Lou Yunchun continued, "Even if one is free from all appearances, one may not necessarily become a Buddha."
He used to be detached from all things, but he still couldn't become a Buddha. His eyes were empty, his ears were empty, his hands were empty, and his mind was empty. But now it was very different. What his eyes and ears heard was also what his mind and hands could reach.
When they reached the pagoda, Xu Jiang suddenly stopped, turned around, and asked, "What do you think of me now?"
Lou Yunchun's eyes were like a pool of water, dark and pure, "No form."
All forms are mental forms, and all mental forms are all forms. All forms are one, all dharmas are one, all forms in one life, all dharmas in one life.
One person is the world, and no form is all forms.
Xu Jiang was stunned for a long time, then bowed to him and said, "Amitabha."
After the two got into the car, Lou Yunchun grabbed her hand and hit her, and Xu Jiang was stunned.
"Why did you hit me?"
"Don't perform Buddhist rituals on me from now on. I'm not Mo Ming."
Mo Ming was translating the words of a Central Plains monk for a monk from the Western Regions when he suddenly sneezed, attracting a number of surprised looks.
Xu Jiang was speechless. "I was complimenting you, praising your understanding."
If this person hadn't fallen into her hands, he might have become a master or a monk. What a pity.
"I don't like this kind of compliment."
"Which one do you like?"
Lou Yunchun pursed his lips and said nothing, just staring at her with his two dark eyes.
Xu Jiang asked tentatively, "Handsome young man?"
Lou Yunchun's handsome face flushed.
It’s so vulgar, too vulgar, Mr. Lou!
Xu Jiang tried to hold back, but couldn't, so she held his face and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
On the sixth day, at the hour of Chen, dragons bring rain, and good luck will come when the door opens.
"Good luck in opening the door, good luck in opening the door." Xu Jiang pushed open the door and muttered to himself.
Afterwards, they worshipped the ancestors and offered carving tools, four treasures of the study, books, etc., asking them to bless them with good luck and good fortune in the new year.
After offering sacrifices to the ancestors, we then offer sacrifices to the internal organs.
Xu Jiang lit a fire, brewed a pot of morning tea, made a bowl of kudzu starch, and ate it with a plate of rice cakes. Feeling a little full, she went out for a walk and looked out at the street. The shops were all open for business.
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