Morning service, in the main hall.
Shen Zhiyi moved a prayer mat and sat down beside Yan Zhuoxu with a smile on her face.
"Master, am I getting too close to you?"
Yan Zhuoxu looked at her face.
The gaze descends.
He stood silently for a moment between the prayer mats that were very close to each other, then turned his head away.
"what ever."
Shen Zhiyi glanced at everyone in the hall, thought for a moment, moved the prayer mat a little further away, and sat down again.
"It's better to stay away."
What should she do if he has a persistent high fever like yesterday?
It's better to take things slowly and be patient.
Yan Zhuoxu felt a chill creeping over him as he watched her avoid suspicion.
Even the corners of her lips were pursed straight.
His jawline tightened, and he turned his head with a cold, hard expression, staring straight ahead.
The force with which he twirled the prayer beads increased.
Abbot Liaowu looked at them with a smile.
"Why have you come to listen to the sutra today, female benefactor?" He clasped his hands together in front of him. "Is there something on your mind that you need this humble monk to answer?"
Shen Zhiyi nodded and said truthfully, "Master Kongchen said that if you listen to the scriptures a hundred times, the troubles in your heart will disappear."
"There's someone I can't forget..."
She glanced at Yan Zhuoxu furtively, "But now I can't get close to him either."
"Therefore, I came here specifically to ask the Buddha."
"What should I do?"
As Yan Zhuoxu listened to her children's worries, his expression grew increasingly cold and sharp.
Unable to get close?
Isn't that referring to Ye Jinghong, who was trapped at the foot of the mountain?
He lowered his eyes, concealing the dark undercurrents within them.
The movement of turning the prayer beads unconsciously quickened.
Abbot Liaowu looked at Shen Zhiyi with a smile on his lips and compassion in his eyes.
"The troubles in your heart are beyond the ability of this humble monk to resolve."
"However, it seems that you have a great affinity with the Buddha. If you listen to the scriptures a few times, you may actually gain some understanding and have your wishes fulfilled."
His gaze fell quietly on Yan Zhuoxu.
Empty dust, yet worldly ties remain unbroken.
And now, they have finally come knocking on our door.
Abbot Liaowu chanted "Amitabha," then turned around and began to explain the scriptures to everyone.
After class, Shen Zhiyi followed closely behind Yan Zhuoxu.
They walked around several halls together.
Yan Zhuoxu slowed his pace to let her catch up with him.
With a calm expression, he asked, "Did you gain any insight from listening to the sutra today?"
Shen Zhiyi pouted and shook her head, "Those scriptures are obscure and difficult to understand. Even with the abbot's explanation, I still don't quite understand them."
"No," she said with an embarrassed laugh, "I didn't understand a thing."
"How about..." she tilted her head and leaned closer, "Master, tell me more about it?"
Yan Zhuoxu stopped in his tracks.
Can't understand.
It's just that the knot in my heart hasn't been untied.
In my mind, I was still thinking about Ye Jinghong.
He looked at the ground not far away.
Osmanthus blossoms lay scattered on the ground, mixed with dust and mud, and stained by rain and footprints, creating a desolate and forlorn atmosphere.
He tightened the prayer beads in his wide sleeves with his large hands.
Look away.
If you don't understand, come back tomorrow.
"The fallen flowers will eventually be swept away, and your longing and yearning will naturally come to an end."
Shen Zhiyi then looked at the osmanthus blossoms scattered on the ground.
His eyes flickered slightly.
She looked up at him and said, "But even if you sweep it, it will still fall tomorrow."
Even if it's not an osmanthus flower, it will still have leaves.
Even in winter, when everything is barren, something will always be blown away when the wind rises.
"Master, can it really be swept away completely?"
Her determination to win him over was like the wind, seemingly calm, yet never ceasing.
She will keep scratching him.
Scratching him, looking at her, paying attention to her, until falling in love with her.
Yan Zhuoxu, however, heard it in a different way.
His knuckles were clenched until they turned white, and his thin lips curled into a cold smile.
He seemed extremely angry.
"Haven't you realized quite a lot?"
His breathing became slightly heavy, his brows and eyes haughty, and he strode forward again.
"Unfortunately, he took a wrong approach and completely misunderstood the situation."
Shen Zhiyi caught up with him, persistent and even tugged at his sleeve, "Then tell me about it."
...
For five consecutive days, Shen Zhiyi was dragged to the main hall to listen to sutras.
At first, she was very enthusiastic, occasionally answering Abbot Wufang's questions and asking a few questions herself.
But later on, she propped herself up on her elbows and sat crookedly on the futon.
She even reached out and fiddled with the hem of his cassock.
At this point, Yan Zhuoxu would expressionlessly reach out and pull the monk's robe back.
"concentrate."
Shen Zhiyi stared blankly at his sharp profile, and said in a daze, "He's too handsome, I can't concentrate."
Yan Zhuoxu turned to look at her, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as a still pool.
Shen Zhiyi suddenly came to her senses and said with an awkward smile, "It's gold thread, gold thread is pretty."
"Tacky," he commented casually.
Shen Zhiyi pouted, "I just like this kind of tacky stuff."
"I am not like a master, who is detached from worldly desires."
"I want a lot of things."
She rarely revealed her true self to him.
But for some reason, she didn't want to pretend with him in this grand hall.
Therefore, she sat improperly and was not worried at all about her "ugly" behavior being seen or criticized.
There are no disciplinarians here.
There was no mistress or elder sister to constantly find fault with her.
This was the first time she had ever felt so relaxed.
Looking at the composure on her face, Yan Zhuoxu suddenly saw a light even more dazzling than the Buddha's light.
His heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyelashes.
Does it mean being pure of heart and having few desires?
A barely perceptible self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Her understanding of him was just like her complete ignorance and incomprehension of this scripture.
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