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The crowd made way for the woman.

The woman stopped and looked at the monk sitting at the end of the road.

Eyes meet.

In a moment, the woman walked towards the monk.

"Where's my flowers?"

I looked around at the empty surroundings and asked the long night.

"The flowers of the giver are not allowed to be given to the girl by the poor monk for the time being. ”

Long Night Road.

"Oh, why is that?"

Long Night took out a bag from his bosom and handed it to me.

"What is this?"

"Flower seeds. ”

Changye said lightly.

I took it, a heavy bag, and when I opened it, it was full of tiny flower seeds.

Stunned for a moment, I collected the seeds and said with a smile, "Yes, that's what I'm looking for." ”

After that, I left without looking back.

Outside the city of Jinzhou, by the river.

I stopped and turned back.

"Master, why did you follow me all the way?"

"I'm going to save you. ”

"Why?"

"You have a relationship with my Buddha. ”

Changye said lightly, looking at me with honest eyes, and his eyes were calm and sincere.

I suddenly laughed and asked, "Does the Buddha love all living beings?"

"Love. ”

"If you love, it must be fate. ”

This can also be explained. ”

"Since the Buddha has a relationship with all sentient beings, why don't you come to save me?"

"You have Huigen. ”

"What's the use of Huigen?"

"It can help transcendence. ”

"Why detachment. ”

"All living beings are suffering. ”

I laughed even harder: "I'm not bitter, I'm fast." ”

He looked at me for a while, and said silently: "The heart is also bitter. ”

"If you get it, you won't be bitter. ”

I mean something.

"But there is so much in the world that you can't ask for. ”

Long Night Barge.

"How's that to be?"

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, and the back is the shore. ”

Long night gassho.

"Great idea!" I high-fived, paused, and smiled at him again, "But I don't want to look back." ”

The indifferent gaze of the long night finally made a slight ripple, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked at me suspiciously.

"As the master said, all living beings are suffering. But there are always some people who don't want to turn back, even if they understand the hardships ahead. ”

I added.

"It's stupid, it's not good. ”

The long night was silent for a long time, and commented.

"The master is not an idiot, so I don't know, there is also a fool's good. I laughed.

"There is more bitterness than pleasure. ”

Long Night disagreed

Even so, I have no regrets. ”

I tossed the flower seeds and answered.

After looking at me for a while, and seeing that my expression was sparse, he knew that it was hopeless to persuade me again, so he took a step back and said, "When the peony you planted blooms, I will ask you again." ”

"The world is too big, I don't know if we can meet. ”

I'm still smiling, but I'm worried.

"We are destined to meet thousands of miles away. ”

The long night was free and easy.

"Yes. I'm going to face north. I wonder where the master is going?"

I said.

The long night was silent for a while, and it was still a bright day: "Coincidentally, the poor monk also went to the north." ”

"Master, please. ”

"Donor, please. ”

......

"I haven't asked for the name of the master yet. ”

"The poor monk has a long night. ”

I was stunned when I heard this, and then chuckled: "Luobei, wind and wine ......"

Three months passed, and we arrived in the north.

Along the way, we've gotten to know each other.

I found a temple in Luotuo for the night for the long night, and I followed it with a familiar car.

The long night watched me stop talking, but I didn't say anything.

From the second day, he went out to give lectures, and when he came back in the evening, he brought a bag of buns to satisfy my hunger.

On the way together, he couldn't see me killing, so he made a pact with me that he would buy meat buns for me when he met someone to satisfy my hunger, and in exchange, I would not kill indiscriminately.

I agreed.

So, on the road, you often see such a scene.

After the monk in the gray robe finished speaking, he would walk to the steamed bun shop and exchange the copied scriptures in the bag for one or two meat buns.

Sometimes, the owner of the steamed bun shop would give him two vegetarian buns, but Changye always thanked him and declined.

The days passed in a flash, and another month passed.

"Vegetarian buns today?"

I took a bite and asked vaguely.

"The meat buns are sold out. ”

Long Night Briefly.

I didn't pay attention and continued eating.

Twenty-four years of human travel has made me develop a deep love for the otherwise dispensable mortal food, and three meals a day have gradually become the same as ordinary people.

"I'm going back tomorrow. ”

After a while, Long Night said.

"Huh?"

I looked up.

"Where are you going?"

I asked again.

"Chang'an. ”

"Oh. ”

I continued to eat the buns, but I don't know if it was because I was full, or because the buns were a little cold, and I felt that the bun skin was a little hard to swallow.

After a moment of silence, I asked, "Are you coming back?"

"Hmm. ”

"That's good. I wiped my hands and pretended not to care, saying, "I'll plant flowers here." I don't like to grow flowers at home. ”

"Hmm. ”

In the end, there was no word.

I went down the mountain early in the morning.

I woke up, but I didn't get up until daylight.

The ruined temple was cleaned up by the long night, and it didn't hurt to stay for a few days.

1 day, 2 days, 3 days......

Half a month later, I finally couldn't help it.

Chang'an, National Temple.

The long night is meditating in front of the Buddha, the sandalwood is curling, the hall is heavy, and only the sound of the wooden fish is whispering.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, waved his hand to stop trying to keep up with his pace, and walked alone towards the grass house.

It was his place of residence, surrounded by a lush forest, on the top of a mountain. There are no magnificent halls and delicate Buddha statues, just a few simple thatched huts, nothing more.

Except for the long night himself and the occasional disciple who went up to sprinkle and sweep, there was no one else.

Although there has been a lot of debate in the temple about this, he still didn't dare to disobey the heart of the long night.

He is the master of the national temple, and he is also the place where the world's Buddhist cultivators look up.

The wind was strong on the mountain, and the white monk's robes were blown and hunted.

Standing on the side of the mountain in the long night, I remembered the night sky under the stars not long ago.

It was in front of the abandoned temple, and the woman said that she liked the mountains and forests in front of the temple, and she stood in the temple and looked down, which was similar to the scenery of her hometown.

It reminds her of a lot of people, a lot of things.

She told him a story about infatuation: a fox demon fell in love with a mortal man, and the man died at the end of his life. But because the fox demon couldn't let go, he kept looking for a man in reincarnation. In the first life, the man was a proud assassin with a deep blood vendetta, and the fox demon waited for him to return to the mountains and forests after his revenge. Who knows, the day before leaving, the man was stabbed to death. The fox demon went to find the man again, but in the second life, the man became a fool because he killed too much in the previous life. Although the fox demon has been taking care of him, it has broken his heart.

That's the end of the story.

Long Night knew that it was not over, and he did not ask.

But since he came back, when he meditates and chants occasionally, he thinks, what happened to him?

The wind donor didn't speak.

Talking about being sleepy, her story ended hastily.

But after a long night, it was clear that tears were flashing in the corners of her eyes.

There are also records of the Buddha's experience about reincarnation in the third life, but at this moment, Changye could not find a corresponding existence.

Perhaps, the wind donor is telling his own story.

She's the fox demon she can't let go.

Long Night thought for a while, turned around and prepared to go back, who would have thought, and saw a familiar shadow leaning against the pomegranate tree behind him.