"What do you mean?"

"From the moment she was born, I was always looking for a way to stay alive. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Did you find that?"

Mrs. Yan turned her head to look at me, her eyes were so cold, so cold that people didn't dare to look at them directly.

"Do you want her to live, she can live as long as you want. ”

"I do. Without any hesitation, he answered.

"Even if you're going to die?"

"Even if I'm going to die. ”

He should have died a long time ago, in that cold night, at the hands of his own mother, and even that cold night.

There is no pain as I imagined, just an extra cinnabar mole in the center of my eyebrows.

"You have to take good care of it, this is her life. ”

Even if she doesn't say it, he will do it, and sometimes he even wonders if the reason why he has been alive is to come to her and let her live.

He watched her grow up day by day, and hoped that she could live so happily forever, but when Yan Hui was five years old, Mrs. Yan fell ill.

"Let's go. Mrs. Yan said while lying on the hospital bed.

"You've been with me all these years, and now it's time to leave, your time is short, and now you can do what you like. ”

He actually didn't want to leave at all, if he could, it would be better to spend all his time with Yan Hui.

And Mrs. Yan obviously saw what he was thinking.

"Her future is more tortuous than you can imagine, and you will not help her by staying here except for giving her a little comfort then. ”

"Can I still see her?"

"Yes, she is Miss Yanfuyan, no matter where you are, you can hear from her. ”

"Thank you. He knelt down and kowtowed twice to Mrs. Yan.

Thank you for taking me in for so many years, and thank you for allowing me to meet Yan Hui.

That day, he walked out of the back door of the Yan Mansion, and as before, he once again embarked on the unknown road.

He chose a temple closest to Yanfu, became a monk like his father had done back then, and the abbot who had shaved him asked him why he wanted to become a monk.

"Because I don't have a home anymore. ”

"Abbot, choose a name for me. ”

"Fate gathers and scatters is fate, since you have come here, you have made a break with the past, so it is better to call it fate. ”

"Good ......"

The days of the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha were long and fast, and he did not do anything else every day, except for sweeping the temple, the most he did was to read Buddhist scriptures.

He used to think that it was very boring to calm down and practice Buddhism, but once you calm down, you will unconsciously indulge in it.

When he had read all the Buddhist scriptures in the temple, he began to hold up a red pen and recite them, and the most he copied was the Sutra of the Past Lives.

For his mother, but also for himself.

When the shelves were full of his pen and ink, and when the corners of the walls were full of the scriptures he had copied, he stopped writing.

Over the years, these scriptures had been integrated into his bones, and he began to sit there and talk about the Buddha with the presiding abbot.

From the most obscure beginnings, to the simplest and most simple scriptures, until the presiding abbot could not say what he wanted to know, he knew that it was time for him to leave.

That day he went down the mountain with his baggage, and the abbot filled him with a few full heads and a few scriptures.

"That's all I can give you, fate, take care. ”

Yuan Zhi bowed to the presiding abbot, and he didn't say anything, but the presiding abbot gave him far more than these.

Since then, he has traveled among the famous mountains and rivers, he has been a traveling party, and he has also been door-to-door, although it is a meal style sleeping in the open, but he feels unprecedented satisfaction.

As Mrs. Yan said, his life is limited, so he wants to live a life that is becoming more and more fulfilling.

Occasionally, he also heard news from Yan Hui, he knew that she had returned to Tanglin with Yan Qingyun, and he also knew that she would forget herself in her long life, but what mattered.

The person who called him "little brother" to himself, he will never forget.

The capital was the most prosperous place for Xia Shang, and the last destination of his travels, Putuo Temple, was on the Shili Peak outside the city.

As a disciple of Buddhism, it is normal to see the Buddha and pay homage, but he only came here for one person.

He handed over his own prayer post, he has been traveling abroad for many years and he is more or less famous, when he proposed to talk about the Buddha in the direction of Putuo Temple, the other party readily agreed.

That day they sat there for three days and three nights, and everyone had an understanding of the Buddha, and this time, at best, they were tied.

Finally, Yuan Zhi asked about something else.

"I don't know why the host wanted to become a monk at that time?"

"I did something wrong. The host replied very blandly, "My wife died through my fault, and she escaped into the empty door just to atone for her sins." ”

Yuan Zhi lowered his eyes and looked at the floor in front of him, "I don't know if the host has any heirs?"

"No, my wife was too weak to bear the pain of childbirth, so she didn't leave one or two half daughters. ”

"I see. ”

He had been looking for him for so long, but the other party had no idea of his existence.

Yuanzhi stood up, "Presiding over the Dharma is exquisite, Yuanzhi is willing to bow down, and the poor monk will leave first." ”

"Please stay. The abbot called him, "I'm old, it's time to give up my position." ”

The presiding abbot stood in front of Yuan Zhi and said, "The poor monk is willing to recommend you to become the abbot of Putuo Temple, I don't know what you think." ”

Yuan Zhi twisted the rosary in his hand, "It's okay." ”

In just three days, he became the youngest new abbot in Putuo Temple.

But the former host was getting old and decrepit, and in the end, he could only lie in bed.

Yuan Zhi sat not far from him, dipping cinnabar and copying the "Sutra of Death" stroke by stroke.

"I have done many wrong things in my life, I have hurt my own wife, I have hurt another girl, and now I can die in the temple, it is really my Buddha's mercy. ”

Yuan Zhi Zhu pen stopped, and glanced at him lightly, "You hurt that girl, didn't you send someone to check her whereabouts and see how she is doing?"

"I thought about it, but if she gets married, will I disturb her life if I go over like this. ”

"So you've never been there. ”

"I also went to take a secret look, there was a boy about three years old who ran out of the house, and he didn't dare to pant out and ran into the street to sell wine, thinking that it should be for his father, since their lives are stable and happy, then I should not go to disturb them. ”

Yuan Zhi looked at the former presiding abbot.

"The boy had no father, and his mother liked to drink, and every day she drank herself to the night, and as soon as she was done drinking it, she beat him, and he grew up carefully, and finally left the house, and then came here. ”

He wanted to tell all this, but when he looked at the dying man, he couldn't say a word.

All living beings are suffering, nothing more than that......