He Feifei looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva in confusion and said, "Bodhisattva, what does this mean?"

The Bodhisattva didn't mean to explain, but asked, "Do you really want to see Meng Yuan again, at any cost?" Guanyin asked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hearing Guanyin Bodhisattva say her wish all at once, He Feifei was startled, she had never told anyone about this secret, not even Chen Bin, who had the best relationship. She only said to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and since the Bodhisattva said it, the little doubt in her heart completely dissipated.

He Feifei hurriedly kowtowed and said: "Please Bodhisattva, any price is fine, I am willing to pay!"

"Looking back in 500 years, are you willing to wait?" the Bodhisattva asked.

"Five hundred years?" He Feifei was stunned, this is too long, right? However, thinking of him in his heart, he still nodded firmly: "Yes!"

"This glance requires you to give up everything in front of you, relatives, friends, are you still willing?"

"Yes!" He Feifei gritted her teeth, she had enough of the days she missed day and night, she wanted to see him!

"In that case, you can wait here. After the Bodhisattva finished speaking, he waved his hand.

He Feifei only felt that the heavens and the earth had changed, and then he turned into a stone and lay in the wilderness, unable to move or speak. At first, He Feifei didn't feel anything, but as the sun rose and the sun was exposed, He Feifei only felt as if her whole body had fallen into a fire, scorching hot and painful. The wind passed, the heavy rain fell, and the rain hit her body, cold to the bone, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered, muttering in her heart: "What are these in order to see him?"

Four hundred and ninety-nine years have passed, the wind and the sun are blowing, the rain is icy, but He Feifei still hasn't seen Meng Yuan, her heart is distressed, and she only feels that she is about to collapse.

At this moment, a construction team passed by, dug her out of the ground, and made her into a stone bridge, the day the stone bridge was built, a person came from afar, still the familiar clothes, familiar face, familiar temperament, she finally got her wish to see him! She wanted to scream, but she couldn't, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry, she could only look at him in a daze.

However, he did not look at her, came and went in a hurry, leaving no trace of affection.

Looking at his distant back, He Feifei just wanted to cry, this was not what she wanted!

"Amitabha, donor, as you wished, you have seen him. How?" Guanyin Bodhisattva reappeared, smiling and asking.

"Bodhisattva, I beg you, I still want to meet him, don't you ...... I want to touch him! yes, I ...... Really want to touch him. Speaking of this, He Feifei lowered her head a little shyly, but she didn't notice that a certain bodhisattva dressed as a monk above was also very shy, and her face was red...... Fangzheng, who has never been in contact with this kind of cyan love, suddenly found that compared to the girl, he is still quite pure, at least just to see, I didn't think about starting!

So the Bodhisattva said, "Are you sure you want to touch him?"

"Yes, sure. He Feifei said.

"It's a bit of a problem, and you'll have to wait five hundred years to do it. "The Bodhisattva Dao.

He Feifei was stunned, the previous five hundred years had already made her miserable, and she had to wait for five hundred years? However, thinking of the shadow in her heart, she gritted her teeth and said, "I can wait!"

"Amitabha, as you wish. The Bodhisattva waved his hand.

He Feifei's eyes changed the world, and she found that she had turned into a tree, surrounded by a wilderness.

He Feifei thought that when she was a stone, she was used to this kind of ordeal by wind, frost, rain and snow, but when she turned into a tree, she realized how naïve this idea was. Can a tree compare with a stone? The stone is hard, and it is not afraid of wind and rain. However, the tree is different, the wind and the sun are exposed, the thunder and frost fall, as if they have experienced eighteen hellish tribulations.

Finally, four hundred and ninety-nine years of suffering passed.

Just when He Feifei was about to hold on, a figure walked in the distance, it was a man on a hike, although his clothes had changed, but that face, that smile, she was still familiar. He Feifei smiled, and finally waited for him, and smiled with relief.

The follow-up was that the weather was too hot, Meng Yuan came to the tree, put down his bags, sat under the tree, leaned against the trunk, took a nap, and fell asleep unconsciously.

He Feifei smiled, she finally got her wish, touched him, and looked at his quiet sleeping appearance, He Feifei tried to close the leaves to block him from the sun.

However, the good times did not last long, Meng Yuan traveled, didn't say anything, picked up his bags, and hit the road again.

Looking at Meng Yuan's back, He Feifei felt empty in her heart again, but she was no longer as persistent as she was at the beginning.

"Amitabha, donor, how?" Guanyin Bodhisattva reappeared.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva. He Feifei said respectfully.

"Do you still want to see him again?" Guanyin Bodhisattva asked, in Fang Zheng's view, it was only two sides, and it should not be over yet.

However, He Feifei shook her head: "No, I am already satisfied with these two sides, when I don't see them, I always want to see them, I really see them, I see them, I touch them, I find ...... I suddenly understood the meaning of the Bodhisattva's previous Zen words. He Feifei suddenly smiled.

"Oh, what does the donor feel?" Fang Zheng was also a little curious, Zen language, different people, different environments, different understandings. Fang Zheng wanted to know what He Feifei had realized.

"Beautiful love, touching love, is all illusory! But illusory love is also the most beautiful! Like falling in a dream, it is close in front of you, but you can't touch it; the distant is always the most beautiful, because it is far away, full of imagination, but difficult to understand. The real beauty lies in the illusion created by the human heart. This kind of beauty is worth pursuing, even if it takes a lifetime to get a heartbreaking ending, but we are still looking forward to it.

But what is illusory is illusory, and living in the unreal, there is only suffering. Only by detaching himself can he be liberated, Meng Yuan is not so perfect, I made him perfect. He Feifei's eyes were extremely clear.

When Fang Zheng heard this, his heart was shocked, but he didn't expect He Feifei to really understand. And it's completely different from what he realized!

Fangzheng's comprehension of this sentence is more inclined to life, and he subconsciously said: "The donor is so wise." ”

He Feifei smiled and asked respectfully, "Dare to ask the Bodhisattva, is there any other explanation for this?"

Fang Zheng smiled, this girl is still thinking about testing the truth of the dream, the Bodhisattva of the test period is coming! At the same time, Fang Zheng also realized a problem, in this world without gods, everyone will also have a little suspicion of gods. However, He Feifei's test is difficult to be square, and after such a long time of contemplating Buddhism, it is not in vain, and said with a smile: "What the donor said is the comprehension of love." As for life, this sentence should be: If people are not attached to all the material fame and fortune in the world, they will not be controlled by material fame and fortune, and it is precisely because they pursue these sensual things that they will become unhappy...... Everything flows, and nothing stays forever. Mortals care too much about their own feelings, feelings, and that's why they are in dire straits. Everything is illusory, life is like a dream scattered with the wind!