The old monk smiled faintly: "Small doubts, big doubts, big doubts, no doubts." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"But the disciple never realized, what is love?"

He frowned, his eyes full of confusion and confusion.

The old monk sighed in his heart, he should have come, he still came.

"Do you remember my Buddha's eight sufferings, which eight sufferings?"

He nodded: "Life is bitter, old is bitter, sickness is bitter, death is bitter, love is bitter, resentment of monks will be bitter, asking for can't be bitter, and the five yin are full of bitterness." ”

"Yuyun 'Le Mo Le Xi new acquaintance, sad and sad life parting', life and death parting, is a tragic thing in the world, before we are stunned, all our love is based on self, because of love is worried, because of love is fearful, if you leave the lover, worry-free and fearless."

The old monk said lightly.

"Master said that love is a fault?" He asked.

The old monk thought for a while and said, "Love is not, ego is." ”

"Loveliness is also ego, so love is still wrong." He shook his head in annoyance, and suddenly a sentence that Lu Xiaomei had used to refute him that day came to mind, "But if we are true cultivators, we should not see the world, but we regard self-grasping as a fault, so are we also wrong?" ”

The old monk was dumbfounded, and after a while, he said slowly: "Love is not self-grasping. ”

"Love is not self-grasping, so why is love suffering?" He asked.

"Why did you study Buddhism?" The old monk looked at him as if he wanted to see through his heart.

He froze.

Why study Buddhism?

He had studied Buddhism for so many years, but he didn't know why he studied Buddhism.

However, for as long as he can remember, he began to run in front of the Buddha statues, shuttling between the Buddhist scriptures, and all this seemed to be taken for granted from beginning to end, and he did not even think about why he studied Buddhism.

He gritted his teeth and replied in a textbook way: "Studying Buddhism is naturally for the purpose of becoming a Buddha." ”

"Then what is a Buddha?"

"A Buddha is an enlightened person."

"Then tell me about it, what is studying Buddhism?"

He suddenly realized: "The process of learning Buddhism is the process of enlightenment." ”

The old monk took a sip of tea, looked at the child in front of him who had devoted his heart and soul to him since he was a child, and said: "That's right, the process of learning Buddhism is the process of enlightenment, but how to realize and what to realize is different for everyone, which is something that the Buddha cannot know, so the Buddha has 86,000 methods, just to tell you how to find the purpose and path of your own enlightenment." ”

"Taking refuge in the Three Jewels and abiding by the various precepts of the Dharma is one of the methods, but it is not the only way, and if you understand the nature of studying Buddhism and you have determined the method of your own enlightenment, you will naturally understand that you will not have similar troubles."

"Disciple, I see." Yan Tiannan lowered his head and thought deeply.

"Go, go and kneel in front of the Buddha, when you really understand, you come back to me." The old monk sighed faintly and closed his eyes gently.

"Yes, the disciple obeys the master's orders."

He stood up and folded his hands, bowed reverently and calmly, and walked slowly out.

Looking at his back, the old monk's heart felt a slight wave, he didn't know what he would realize, and he didn't know what the result of his realization would have on him.

"Senior brother, senior brother, what did Master tell you?"

As soon as he got out of the meditation room, Zhengtong happily surrounded him, chattering and pestering him to ask one by one.

"Zhengtong." He stopped.

"Huh?" Zhengtong rarely saw such a serious side of him, and he was a little surprised for a while.

"Why do you study Buddhism?" He asked faintly.

"Studying Buddhism? Why? I don't know, I seem to have been here for as long as I can remember, why don't I study Buddhism? He asked rhetorically.

Yan Tiannan sighed and strode towards the Buddha Hall.

"Senior brother, why are you going to the Buddha hall after coming for so long and not going back to the meditation room to wash and rest?"

He didn't answer.

"Did Master punish you? You've just come back, how can I punish you? I'm going to him to theorize! He puffed up, turned and ran towards the meditation room.

Looking at Zhengtong's back, he sighed.

The Buddha statue in front of him is towering, although it is a kind smile, but there is a momentum of not being angry and arrogant.

Ignoring the surprise of all his brothers and sisters, he bent his knees and knelt down.

"Senior brother, why is this?" The senior brother who loved him the most since he was a child frowned tightly, and he couldn't figure out why he had to be punished for kneeling as soon as he came back.

In the face of everyone's doubts, he did not answer, but quickly turned the rosary in his hand, and with a burst of scriptures, he finally calmed down slowly.

It's as if he has isolated himself from the world with the sound of the scriptures, and he is the only one left in this world, although he is confused, but also relaxed.

"What exactly is love?" He seemed to be asking himself, and he was asking the Buddha.

"Man is born and dies alone, alone, bitter and happy, and has no substitute. Good and evil change, chased and born, the road is different, there is no time to meet, why not work hard to repair it when you are strong, what do you want? ”

He muttered to himself and memorized familiar Buddhist scriptures, but the more he memorized them, the more uncomfortable he felt in his heart.

Is love really the only life and the only death? Is it really a loner? However, isn't the original meaning of love to grow old together and stay together for life?

Why is love such a sin in the mouth of the Buddha?

He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out.

"What exactly is love?" He seemed to ask himself, and he seemed to ask the Buddha.

"Stay away from her, do you really think that her name for cruelty and cruelty is in vain?" The cold voice of the public lost was in her ears again.

Is she serious, ruthless and brutal?

If it was true, then why did she have to carefully protect the orphans in that courtyard, and why did she have to sacrifice life and death to die with the ancient beast.

Her temperament is fickle, and her whole person is gloomy, but she is full of joy and anger, and she has no scheming when facing him.

So who's right? Who is wrong?

"What exactly is love?" He seemed to ask himself, and he seemed to ask the Buddha.

Was it the moment when I saw her burying her scars in embarrassment? Was it the moment of dawn when I saw her smile? Or maybe it's the jealousy that rises in her heart when she comes into contact with other men?

At this time, he seemed to understand a little bit what the pain of love and parting was.

If you talk about bitterness, the most bitter thing is her determination to force each other to die, and there is nothing more than the despair that she has forgotten.

When that red light fell like a meteorite, unstoppable, the despair in his heart forced out the majestic power in his body, which was a power that even he was not aware of, and it was also the first time in so many years that he had moved to kill.

Is love such a bond?

When she finally woke up from the nightmare and asked who he was, at that moment, he once again moved to kill, but this time, it was to kill himself.