"The Buddha voice appears again: 'Are you satisfied?'"

"No, why am I the guardrail of the bridge, if I am laid in the middle of the bridge, I can reach him!"

"If you want to beat him, then you still have to cultivate for five hundred years!"

"I do!"

"It's bitter, don't you regret it?"

"No regrets!"

This time the girl turned into a big tree, standing on a busy avenue, and many people passed by every day, and the girl watched every day, but it was even more uncomfortable, because countless hopes were exchanged for countless hopes. If it weren't for the cultivation of the first five hundred years, the girl would have collapsed a long time ago! As the days passed, the girl's heart gradually calmed down, and she knew that he would not appear until the last day. Another five hundred years, and on the last day, the girl knew that he would come, but her heart was no longer excited. He was finally here, still in her favorite white shirt, and her face was still so handsome, and the girl looked at him stupidly. ”

This time, he didn't rush by, because it was too hot. He noticed a big tree on the side of the road, and he took a break, he thought. He came to the bottom of the tree, leaned against it, closed his eyes and fell asleep. The girl was at his side, and he was by her side, but she could not confide in him about the thousand years of lovesickness. Only try to gather the shade of the trees to shield him from the scorching sun. The man only took a short nap, because he still had something to do, he patted the dust on his robe, and a moment before he left, he looked back, stroked the trunk of the tree gently, and then, without looking back, walked away!"

"The moment the man faded away, the Buddha reappeared. ”

"Do you still want to be his wife? Then you still have to cultivate. ”

"The girl calmly interrupted the Buddha's words: 'I would like to, but I don't have to. ’”

"'Oh?' the Buddha asked why. ”

"It's good enough to love him, and you don't have to be his wife. ”

"Oh!"

"'Has his current wife suffered as much as I did?' the girl thoughtfully. ”

The Buddha nodded slightly. ”

The girl smiled and said, 'I can do it, but I don't have to. ’”

At this moment, the girl seemed to notice that the Buddha exhaled slightly. ”

"The girl was a little surprised: 'The Buddha also has something on his mind?'"

Shuai Potian looked at Yang Fan and asked, "What is the Buddha's heart?" or what does the Buddha want to say?"

Yang Fan said: "The Buddha may want to say, 'While you are waiting for him, there is a boy who has been cultivating for two thousand years in order to look at you. ’”

After Yang Fan said this, he actually saw the Buddha statue behind Shuai Potian strangely, and a smile actually bloomed on his face.

Suddenly a Sanskrit song was played in the temple. Chase Yo Literature

At the same time, the sound of the bell increased again, reaching a level that could shake Yang Fan's heart.

Shuai Potian's body blurred to a thin layer, as if if he was more blurred, he would disappear.

At this time, Shuai Potian's expression was no longer solemn and benevolent, but a very plain and peaceful appearance.

It was as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him.

It's a detachment, it's a kind of being out of the world.

After being silent for a long time, Shuai Potian, who had been blurred and could barely see clearly, spoke out again.

The feeling of weakness made it feel as if he could only say the last word.

"Once upon a time a man married four wives, and the fourth wife was so beloved by her husband that he was inseparable from her when he sat and stood. The third wife was obtained after a lot of hard work, and the husband often talked sweetly by her side, but not as much as he pampered the fourth. The second wife and her husband often see each other and comfort each other as if they were friends. As long as they are together, they are comfortable, and once they are separated, they miss each other. And the first wife, who was like a servant, took on all the heavy work of the house, and who was in all kinds of troubles, but had no complaints, and had little place in her husband's heart. ”

"One day, when this man was on a long journey away from the country, he said to his four wives, 'Will you go with me?' and the fourth wife replied, 'I don't want to go with you.' The husband hated her for being ruthless, so he called her to her and asked, 'Can you go with me?' and the third wife replied, 'Why should I go with you because your fourth wife, whom is your most beloved?' The husband called the second wife and said, 'Can you accompany me on a long journey away from the country?' and 'I have received your favor to send you out of the city, but I cannot agree if I want to accompany you out of the country.' The husband also hated the second wife for being ruthless and unjust, and said to the first, 'I am going on a trip abroad, can you accompany me?' and the first wife replied: 'I have left my father and mother and committed myself to you, and I will not leave you, whether it is bitterness or happiness or life or death.' No matter where you go or how far you go, I will accompany you. ’”

The three wives he had loved before refused to accompany him, so he had to leave the capital with his first wife, who was by no means the one he wanted. ”

Although Shuai Potian's body was blurred, his voice was still so powerful, and he said, "What does this story want to illustrate?"

This time, Yang Fan did not answer immediately, but fell silent.

Because when he listened to Shuai Potian tell this story, Yang Fan thought of many women in his mind.

He first thought of his mother, then thought of Ying Caige, thought of Liu Xiu, and even thought of Liu Miao and Long Min.

After some women flashed from their own sea of knowledge, the faces of many men also appeared.

That's his brothers, that's the men of the Zhao family, that's Xiaolong, that's Xionghu, that's Yan and Zhou Dabao.

In an instant, Yang Fan suddenly became extremely sentimental, as if he had comprehended many truths in an instant.

His expression became melancholy, but it seemed not because he couldn't answer, but because of some change in emotion.

He was slow to answer, and he remained silent.

However, because of his silence, Shuai Potian's already virtual body actually became substantial again.

At this time, he sighed deeply and said, "I think the meaning of this story is that the man in the story is going to a foreign country that is actually a world of death. A husband who has four wives is human consciousness. ”

After a pause, Yang Fan actually stood up and continued: "The fourth wife should be a human body. Human beings love their bodies as much as husbands care about their fourth wife. But if the end comes, the end of life, the soul will always carry the sins and blessings of this world, and leave alone and lonely, and the body will fall to the ground with a bang, and there is no way to accompany it. ”

"The third wife is nothing less than a treasure on earth. No matter how hard you put up your treasures, you can't take a penny with you when you die. ”