Morning class, main hall.
Shen Zhiyi moved the futon and sat beside Yan Zhuoxu with a smile on her face.
"Master, am I too close to you?"
Yan Zhuoxu looked at her face.
The gaze dropped.
He stood still between the cushions that were very close to each other, was silent for a moment, and turned his head away.
"what ever."
Shen Zhiyi looked at everyone in the hall, thought for a moment, moved the cushion a little further away, and sat down again.
"It's better to stay a little further away."
What would she do if he had a high fever like yesterday?
It's better to take it slow and be patient.
Yan Zhuoxu looked at her avoiding suspicion and for some reason felt a chill all over his body.
Even the corners of his lips were straightened.
His jawline was tense, and he turned his head with a hard expression, looking straight ahead.
The strength of his hands twisting the Buddhist beads increased.
Abbot Liaowu looked at them with a smile on his face.
"Nu Shi, why are you here to listen to the sutra today?" He clasped his hands together in front of him. "Is it because I have a question in my heart that I need to answer?"
Shen Zhiyi nodded and said truthfully, "Master Kongchen said that if you listen to the sutra a hundred times, your worries will disappear."
"There's someone I can't forget..."
She glanced at Yan Zhuoxu secretly, "But, I can't get close to him now."
"So, I came to ask the Buddha."
"What should I do?"
Yan Zhuoxu's expression grew increasingly cold as he listened to her children's thoughts.
Can't get close?
Isn’t it about Ye Jinghong who was trapped at the foot of the mountain?
He lowered his eyes, hiding the dark eddy in his eyes.
The movement of twisting the Buddhist beads unconsciously quickened.
Abbot Liao Wu looked at Shen Zhiyi with a smile on his lips and compassion in his eyes.
"The knot in Shih-fu's heart is not something that a poor monk can untie."
"However, Shih Kung and Buddha seem to have a strong connection. If I listen to the sutra a few times, perhaps I can gain some understanding and achieve my wish."
His gaze fell quietly on Yan Zhuoxu.
Empty dust, worldly ties are not over yet.
And now, I have finally found the door.
Abbot Liaowu chanted "Amitabha" and turned around to begin explaining the scriptures to everyone.
After class, Shen Zhiyi followed Yan Zhuoxu closely.
They walked around several halls together.
Yan Zhuoxu slowed down his pace to let her catch up with him.
His eyes were slightly smirking. "Did you gain any insights from listening to the sutra today?"
Shen Zhiyi pursed his lips and shook his head, "Those scriptures are obscure and difficult. Even with the abbot's explanation, I still don't quite understand them."
"No," she said with a wry smile, "I didn't understand it at all."
"How about..." She tilted her head and leaned forward, "Master, can you tell me more?"
Yan Zhuoxu stopped.
Can't understand.
It's just that the knot in my heart has not been resolved.
In my mind, I was still thinking about Ye Jinghong.
He looked at the ground not far away.
Osmanthus flowers fell all over the ground, mixed with dust and mud, and were hit by rain and trampled by footprints, giving people a feeling of desolation and sadness.
He twisted the Buddhist beads tightly in his wide sleeves.
Look away.
"If you don't understand, come back tomorrow."
"There will come a time when all the fallen flowers will be swept away, and there will naturally be a time when you will let go of your longing and concern."
Shen Zhiyi then looked at the osmanthus flowers on the ground.
His eyes flickered slightly.
I looked up at him and said, "But even if you sweep it, it will still fall tomorrow."
"Even if it's not osmanthus, there will be leaves."
“Even in winter, when everything is dead and barren, when the wind blows, something will fall.”
"Master, can you really sweep it all away?"
Her determination to win him is like the wind, seemingly calm but never stopping.
She would keep scratching him.
Scratch him, look at her, pay attention to her, until you fall in love with her.
Yan Zhuoxu heard another meaning.
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