"Life is too bitter, yes, but whose life is sweet? Buddha said that there are seven sufferings in life: birth, aging, sickness, death, meeting with enemies and those you hate, separation from loved ones, and failure to obtain what you desire. Each of us has our own sufferings, but you just don't see them. So, instead of complaining about your own suffering, it's better to learn to get rid of your troubles."

"Don't you see hope in holding on? Then our ancestors said that it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Living is a very beautiful thing. Since you are in this world, you should love, experience, feel, and appreciate all the small joys."

The voice was so gentle that it sounded like a Buddhist chant. Ye Wan changed the subject and said, "The above is from the live broadcast of the old monk on the Ghost Festival last July. My attitude in Honghuang is: if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences. So..."

Ye Wan smiled and said, "It's right to listen to the old monk!"

"Hahaha, so cute! Listen to the old monk? I somehow heard a feeling of 'listen to grandpa', the little sister is so cute!"

"Sister Wan, as a true fan who has been following you all the way, this is the first time I've seen you behave so well!"

"The guy upstairs, cover his mouth, drag him away, and beat him to death!"

The old monk Xuanmiao also smiled and said, "Young friend Honghuang is right!"

Fans: “…”

One hour of chanting and one hour of chatting.

The two-hour live broadcast passed in a flash and ended in a flash.

Before the broadcast ended, the old monk Xuanmiao spoke again, "My dear friend Honghuang, I have something to say to you."

Here it comes!

The Bodhisattva is about to reveal himself and strip off the painted skin of this little goblin!

The haters came back with a surprise attack, killing ten of them alone.

Ye Wan clasped his hands together, "Please!"

The old monk looked at Ye Wan with compassion, "Looking at your face, you seem to have experienced great suffering in life. Buddha said that whether you can be reborn or not depends on whether you have faith and aspiration; the level of your rebirth depends on how deeply you chant the Buddha's name. You are quite wise, and I think you can understand this sentence. I won't explain it in detail. I hope you can let it go as soon as possible. Don't torture yourself."

"See you again!"

The old monk clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and then left the live broadcast room.

Ye Wan stood in front of the table in a daze.

When I was young, I was very lively. Today I would smash antiques, and tomorrow I would beat up the playboy from the neighboring school.

Ye Wan was scolded by his father many times.

During the winter and summer vacations, her parents were busy with business and were afraid that leaving her at home would cause more trouble, so they simply sent her to her grandfather's house.

My grandfather, Mr. Ye, was an old-fashioned man. The most common way he taught his descendants was to take them to the temple to chant scriptures, copy texts, and eat vegetarian meals.

After a month, not to mention for the sake of Buddha, even for the sake of the braised pork and sweet and sour fish, Ye Wan had to say "granddaughter knows her mistake" without changing her expression.

During those years, I practiced hard to develop beautiful handwriting.

Not to mention the hairpin-flowered small regular script, even the wild cursive script of Bada Shanren, Ye Wan could imitate some of its essence.

His grandparents passed away one after another, and whenever Ye Wan missed them, he would burn incense and copy scriptures.

The same is true when you are upset.

After his parents passed away, Ye Wan had always wanted to copy a scripture and send it to the temple to express his grief, but he never had time to do it.

When the live interactive link reached the old monk, Ye Wan thought of it almost immediately.

During the previous hour, Ye Wan wrote seriously and shed tears several times. However, he came to his senses and held back his tears after seeing the mobile phone holder.

But she didn't expect that the old monk saw through it.

After a few words, the armor shattered. Ye Wan stared at the Great Compassion Mantra on the table in a daze, tears falling down his face.

The next moment, the live broadcast came to an abrupt end.

Thank you Xia Xia baby and Tian Tian for the tips~~~ 　　I'm ranked 78th on the new book list. Thank you all for your support!

(End of this chapter)