Two years have passed, Lin Jinxi has already resettled her present and future, fulfilling work, part-time writing, living in a bachelor apartment with a balcony facing south, and planting a full moon season and a mandala on the balcony. As we used to do, we would climb mountains and wade through rivers, or go with her to Qingfeng Temple to play Buddha Seven in order to write a manuscript about our faith, and she would not greet him when she went, and she would not say goodbye to him when she left. I met my 'pen pal' in the temple a few times, a handsome figure who was not ostentatious but could not be ignored in the crowd, I did not come forward to introduce myself, and still positioned my relationship with him as a 'pen pal', maybe it was not the right time. Every time Lin Jinxi goes to Qingfeng Temple, he will stay in a room for two days, since Xu Zeyuan became Master Suijing, Ah Chuang treasured Xu Zeyuan's room - it was not rented, and it naturally became Lin Jinxi's royal use. Whenever Lin Jinxi moved in, he would ask, when will my brother go down the mountain? Or, sister-in-law, you have a family, can you see different thoughts. He thought that only Lin Jinxi could turn Master Suijing back into Xu Zeyuan. But the days passed, and I didn't see any movement from Xu Zeyuan, and Ah Chuang would be annoyed when he was in a hurry, how long had it been since he took advantage of it, sister-in-law, let's remarry. Lin Jinxi just smiled when she heard it, she was not in a hurry or annoyed, and she couldn't see her thoughts.

The temple of the master of Sui Jing is very diligent, the unenlightened manuscript excerpts and transcriptions, word by word do not dare to slacken, the more he sorts out, the more he sighs, the literary skills of the unenlightened and the attainment of the understanding of the classics is very comparable, to the later he is studying the Buddhist scriptures, clearly in the study of the annotations and interpretations of the unenlightened. In the dead of night, Dao Yi meditated and practiced, Xu Zeyuan looked at the moonlight outside the window, she hadn't changed, he didn't dare to look at her face, he only dared to glance at her back with his spare eyes, or when she came to play seven, he looked at her from a distance while she was unprepared, he knew that she was waiting for him.

Lin Jinxi sat on the edge of the bed in Xu Zeyuan and her room in a room, closed the book, looked at the full moon outside the window, and thought, you have waited for me for a few years, I will pay you back for a few years, life is nothing more than a few rounds of repetition, I hope we have no regrets in this life, and we do not owe each other.

For the inextricable links between Lin Jinxi and Xu Zeyuan, I have made countless guesses, assumptions, and even boundless fantasies, no matter what the process is, where they are, and even fall into their own cycles of life and death, their souls have never been separated, maybe they are simply two separate souls of the same soul. Do you remember when I asked Xu Zeyuan about his blue soul? He said that except for the white light and shadow on his left shoulder, the whole body is blue, because the mirror image is a little empty, and he really can't give too many details.

I'm not sure if there is an inevitable connection between the white of the left shoulder of Xu Zeyuan's blue soul and the blue of the right shoulder of Lin Jinxi's white soul. It's also uncertain if you'll hear anyone else talk about orange souls, or red souls. The essence of the problem I can feel is that when Xu Zeyuan and Lin Jinxi each described their souls to me, I deeply felt that the soul forms they described were strikingly similar, and they must have a very deep relationship.

We can't help but make an assumption, you miss a person for no reason, it may not be unreasonable, because the other party is missing you, the reason for such a consciousness transmission, you must have had information interaction before, and in this interaction process left and carried each other's electric particles, the magnitude of the electric particles determines the level of thought transmission, the more the number of thought transmission the stronger the thought transmission, the longer the cycle is maintained. Will we have one or even several parallel worlds in the megagammon of the universe? will we present the 'I' in different ways, such as souls, or meso-particles, or whatever, and so on. Small human beings can still communicate with each other. Then the blending of soul messages is not impossible, and it does not die with the disappearance of 'me' in the earth world, but accompanies the soul through the life and life, and guides 'me' to reunite with 'you' in different cycles.

The two of them spent months in the space and thoughts. Xu Zeyuan finally completed all the manuscripts, and he carefully searched for the annotations that he didn't know well, and edited and typeset. He asked Ah Chuang to take it to the town and print it out. Xu Zeyuan took the entire annotation of the eighty volumes of "Huayan" and the seventy-two phases of "Stunned Yan" to Master Zhixian. The old monk Zhixian was sitting upright under the Bodhi tree in the side courtyard of the temple meditating, and under the shade of the tree, two novices were softly reciting the "Stunned Mantra".

Zhixian's eyes widened slightly, and he said to the two little young people: You must concentrate on chanting the Buddha, chanting mantras with all your heart, and not knowing things.

Xu Zeyuan saw that Zhixian had not meditated, so he held the book and said to the master,

Master, the manuscript is finished, have you seen it?

Zhixian raised his eyes to look at Sui Jing and asked,

Quietly, let me ask you, why did you become a monk?

With the quiet mind, I was a little frightened, and naturally I became a monk for the sake of sentient beings, propagating the Dharma and benefiting people, but the master must not mean this, and he was speechless for a while.

You are married to write a book. Zhixian pointed to the Buddha book he was holding and smiled.

Master, the disciple doesn't understand.

Buddha-nature is also known as mind-nature, truthfulness, and truthfulness. The nature of the original mind is pure and untainted, and it does not increase in the sacred, and it does not diminish in the ordinary. I saw Zhixian clasping his hands together, dignified and majestic, looked at the two novices on the side, and continued: Do you understand?

The two novices got up and walked to the old monk Zhixian, clasped their hands together, and said in unison, please ask the master to teach.

Zhixian sighed deeply and said, "That's it, don't care about you, I'll leave first." After all, he stopped breathing. Passed away.