Yan Zhuoxu carried the lunch box back to the house.
The morning light is lonely.
He sat at the table, motionless as a stone.
Her hands hung on her knees, but her fingertips were slowly twisting the dark-colored Bodhi rosary beads.
One hundred and eight of them passed through his cold fingertips one by one.
It goes on and on in an endless cycle.
"Master, I am grateful for your kindness."
"I will remember this for the rest of my life."
lifetime?
Lies and nonsense.
I will go down the mountain soon, so how can I live with you forever?
What's more, we haven't even gone down the mountain yet.
He didn't know how to be grateful and thanked the wrong person.
Yan Zhuoxu used force on his finger bones, causing the Buddhist beads to collide with each other, making a dull clanging sound.
The sunlight filtering in through the window lattice cast a silent shadow on his drooping eyelashes, hiding all expression.
Buzz——
The sound of the ancient temple bell spread out, overcoming the layers of pine waves and hitting the Zen room.
The time for listening to the sutra in the front hall has arrived.
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes and touched the soup bowl in front of him.
The osmanthus and red bean soup had already cooled down.
He didn't touch a spoonful, pursed his thin lips, and even tightened his jawline slightly.
Get up and go to the front hall.
The temple path was quiet. Yan Zhuoxu turned a few corners and saw a sweet-scented osmanthus tree planted not far away, his eyes paused slightly.
He turned and walked towards another path.
…
The lectures I gave today were all very interesting.
Yan Zhuoxu sat on the cushion, listening to the abbot's unhurried voice, his nose twitching, catching a very faint scent of osmanthus.
Slightly sideways, I saw the osmanthus incense holders placed on the altar.
The fragrance of incense lingers in the air, penetrating into the lungs.
A hint of annoyance appeared between Yan Zhuoxu's brows.
Unable to bear the thought, he lightly twirled his Buddhist beads and glanced at the osmanthus tree framed outside the window.
Suddenly I was stunned.
Are there so many osmanthus flowers in the temple?
He had never noticed before.
"Kongchen, tell me, what does dependent origination and emptiness mean?" Abbot Liaowu's voice was gentle and clear, like the sound of an ancient chime, penetrating his thoughts.
Yan Zhuoxu came back to his senses in shock.
His thin lips were pursed.
I suddenly realized that I had lost my focus because of that Shen Zhiyi.
He lowered his brows and his expression became a little colder.
Twirling his Buddhist beads, he said, "All dharmas arise from causes and conditions, and all dharmas cease from causes and conditions, just like the flower outside the window."
He pointed at the osmanthus tree.
"This flower blooms in the sunshine and rain, and falls in yesterday's heavy rain. Life and death, everything is but a dream and a bubble. When fate comes, it gathers; when fate leaves, it disperses. All things should be like this."
"Therefore, there is no need to cling to anything, for everything is empty."
The abbot nodded.
"That's right."
"If we rejoice when this flower blooms and lament when it withers, we are actually trapped in our ego, not realizing that all things are empty. In fact, this flower has never bloomed and has never withered."
“Only by breaking through the confusion can one attain transcendence and freedom.”
Yan Zhuoxu felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his heart.
yes.
She will go down the mountain the next day.
The fate is over.
Come if you want, go if you want.
Why bother to dwell on that inexplicable and unclear connection?
He is deluded.
Yan Zhuoxu let it go in an instant.
At this moment, a young novice monk rushed in from outside the temple and said, "Oh no! The road down the mountain is blocked!"
Snap——!
The Buddhist beads are broken.
*
Shen Zhiyi was dressing up in the Zen room. After hearing Shen Bi's words, she turned around in surprise.
"What did you say?"
"Master Kongchen accidentally broke his Buddhist beads during morning prayers. So he asked me to write the sutra a hundred times as punishment?"
Chen Bi nodded.
"I find this strange too. Master is such an unmoved person, how could he lose his composure just because the road down the mountain was blocked?"
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