"The poor monk of the donor's background has actually seen it once, so he can recognize it, that person is really a genius of the heavens......" Mingde did not answer Yan Yiyun's question, but said.

"I've seen it before...... Is it the same as me? Yan Yiyun raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, "Can you tell me who the master has seen." ”

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, that man has passed away, he has devoted his life to studying the stars, and in the end he has not got the road he wants, a person's life is nothing more than birth, old age, sickness and death, if you are entangled in this, you will lose the original meaning of life." Mingde still didn't answer Yan Yiyun's question directly, but it seemed that there was no answer, but in fact, he had already told her the result.

"What the master said, it's not that I don't understand, it's just that the senior in the master's mouth may not have gotten the way he wanted, maybe he went back? When I came, it was a rare celestial body in a hundred years, and after this life, I am afraid that I will never see such a thing again, and that predecessor may also come from this, and also go from this, isn't it from the beginning? ”

Yan Yiyun knelt and sat aside, there is no usual room furnishings here, only a table and a few futons are very simple, there is a pot of blooming lilacs on the table, which is the only color in the whole room, and even the bed is made of extremely simple wooden planks, which is incompatible with the grandeur of Puji Temple outside.

"The donor is indeed much more transparent than the man, and if the donor thinks that he has found the path he wants, then why is the donor still here?" Mingde was at eye level with her, and his clear and unclouded eyes were full of wisdom, "Last time, we met by chance in Yunshan Temple. At that time, the donor was full of sorrow, and I was afraid that I would not be able to ask for it, but now I will see you again. The donor is radiant, and the difference between before and after is also due to the donor's own open-mindedness. ”

"There's nothing open-minded, it's just that the way I thought was gone, do you have to die again?" Yan Yiyun hooked the corners of his lips and smiled, and suddenly heard someone knocking softly outside the door, and was stunned for a moment. Then he looked at Master Mingde.

"It's the novice of the temple who sees a guest coming, so he wants to serve tea." As he spoke, Master Mingde got up and opened the door and let the little novice in. Yan Yiyun saw his movements, and he also got up, and the little novice put the tea cup on the table and withdrew from the door.

"Good fragrant tea. I've never smelled anything like it. Dare to ask Master Mingde, what kind of tea is this? Yan Yiyun inhaled, and a special fragrance filled his nose, like some kind of special floral fragrance.

"This is brewed with bellflower planted in the temple, which has the effect of clearing heat and dispelling heat, and is most suitable for pilgrims who come to come with worries." Master Mingde lowered his eyes and looked at the tea cup in front of Yan Yiyun, and sat back on the futon in the center, "Although the donor is still in good spirits this time, there is something impatient and uncomfortable in his heart. It is also appropriate to drink some of this tea. ”

Yan Yiyun obediently picked up the teacup, opened the lid of the cup and put it aside. Let the aroma overflow, but don't rush to taste "This tea is really fragrant, people are reluctant to drink it, I can't wait to smell it more!" The master is really an outsider, and even making tea is so ingenious, no wonder there are many pilgrims, and even the jade concubine is willing to trust the master. ”

"The donor is polite, it's just a cup of tea," Master Mingde was not reluctant, and the Buddhist beads in his hand did not stop for a while.

"The master has not yet answered, how did he see my origin, although the master has seen people from the same place as me, but why didn't I notice any difference between me and others?" Yan Yiyun sniffed the fragrance around her, but did not forget her purpose.

"What ordinary people see with their eyes is just the skin of people, so there is no difference between people, but what the poor monk sees is the soul of the donor, and the owner of this body is long gone, although it seems that there is no change, but there is a change inside, it will be different from the original, the donor and the person are the same."

Mingde stretched out his hand and drew something on the table with one finger, Yan Yiyun leaned over to take a closer look, but saw that it was a human figure gradually forming a clear outline on the table, and there was another layer of human shape in it, somehow, it made Yan Yiyun shiver, and the coldness behind him went from the toes to the top of his head.

"What happens after that?" Biting the corner of her mouth, Yan Yiyun still asked, but her heart seemed to be floating in the air without landing, since she arrived here, she has been constantly looking for her way back, when this hope is shattered, she settled down the idea of living here, but now, does even the idea of living well become an unrealistic luxury?

"Fate," Master Mingde clasped his hands together, shook the Buddha beads he drove a few times, and recited the Buddha's name, "This kind of thing, the poor monk actually doesn't understand, but he can see through one or two, if the donor asks what the future holds, the poor monk can't tell it."

can only tell the donor, this kind of thing, it depends on the will of God, if the donor insists on leaving, and the original owner intends to return, then this body is probably willing to follow the original owner. ”

"What? What does the master mean...... Will she come back? I obviously don't feel it anymore......" Yan Yiyun was like being struck by lightning, and she was determined to find her voice back, thinking that when she first came, she could indeed often feel emotions different from herself, and at that time she concluded that Su Luojin had not completely left, and then gradually disappeared, so she thought that Su Luojin had completely left.

But who would have thought that this soul sojourn thing could come and go back and forth repeatedly, could it be that Su Luojin is not dead? What black and white impermanence didn't take her away, but allowed her to be in this body? Maybe sometime it will suddenly appear and drive her away!

"This kind of thing depends on the fate of heaven, the poor monk still says the same thing, if the donor insists on leaving, this possibility will be greater, and the stronger the donor's control over this body, the safer he will be." Master Mingde recited Amitabha Buddha again and sighed.

Yan Yiyun listened for a long time before nodding slowly, raising her eyes to look at the scene outside the window, but there seemed to be a change in the afterglow in a flash, if she had been alert on weekdays, but this time her mind was moved, where can she still take care of it, her sloppy eyes finally settled on the owner of the tea pavilion outside, and a few noblewomen in Beijing gathered around Yu'er not long after, but Yu'er drank tea with a faint expression, and was not very accommodating.

"So, even if I make up my mind to be here, it may not last long." Ignoring Master Mingde's premise, Yan Yiyun only recognized the worst result, trembled uneasily, picked up the teacup, and wanted to use the warmth of the tea to suppress the coldness in his heart.

Master Mingde wanted to say something more, but suddenly heard a noisy voice outside, just looked up, it was the teahouse that was in chaos, and before he could turn around and say something to Yan Yiyun, he saw that her face was also instantly pale, "Donor...... Donor! (To be continued.) )