At this moment, Yu Yin sighed and thought: The voice of this heart-to-heart Zen master is incomparable! How can there be such a beautiful sound in the world?

However, Yu Yin, who was hovering on the verge of despair at this moment, did not have the heart to reverie about this, but only heard him go straight to the point and ask Xinchuan: "Heart Zen Master, I want to worship you as a teacher, and become a monk in this Fusheng Temple, do you think Zen Master is good?" ”

"Not good." Xinchuan replied without thinking.

"Why?" Yu Yin was surprised and unwilling to ask her heart to preach.

Yu Yin doesn't believe it, is the world so big that even the empty door can't accommodate him?

"Escaping into the empty door is not a whim, the donor's decision is too rash, not to mention ......" the heart wants to speak and stop.

"What's more?" Yu Yin immediately preached with his heart.

"What's more, the donor is not over, and he can't leave home." Xin Chuan followed his words and said to Yu Yin.

The sentence "The fate of the dust is not over" undoubtedly rekindled the flame in Yu Yin's heart in an instant, the flame of desire that is deep in mundane things and can not extricate himself.

And desire, there is no good or bad, no good or evil, just depends on what kind of meaning you give it; And for Yu Yin at this moment, desire, desire, just want to see the person he wants to see.

So, I only heard Yu Yin with the only glimmer of hope and tried to preach again and again: "Dare to ask the Zen master, can you really see it?" Am I really not in the dust? ”

"Donor, the poor monk can see that your heart is enduring great distress at this moment, but I don't know why the donor's heart is sleepy? And why bother? Xin Chuan asked Yu Yin again and again.

"Because of the distance, because of the miss, because of the search." Yu Yin replied again and again with a wistful expression.

"Then I wonder if the donor is interested in listening to a story told by the poor monk?" Xin Chuan asked Yu Yin coldly.

When Yu Yin heard this, he replied happily: "Of course I am interested, Zen Master Xinchuan, as long as you are willing to talk to me." ”

So, I only heard the heartfelt words and told Yu Yin in a serious voice: "I don't remember how long ago it was, I only remember that it has been a long time." There was once a famous eulogist named Yujiu, who conquered the world again and again with his incomparable singing voice, and inadvertently conquered the heart of the girl Shilian. Through Yujiu's singing, Shilian fell in love with Yujiu deeply; But she just listened to Yujiu's singing from afar, listened to Yujiu's heart, but never tried to get close to Yujiu. Because she was afraid that Yujiu would get bored with her, because she was afraid that she would not be able to integrate into Yujiu's world. ”

When Yu Yin heard this, she couldn't help but think of herself.

Yu Yin subconsciously held on tightly, because he was too afraid of losing; And Shilian consciously kept her distance, wasn't it because she was too afraid that she would lose?

At this moment, I could only hear the heart and continue to tell Yu Yin, who was full of worries: "Until one day, Shilian found out that she was suffering from an incurable disease, and she no longer had any worries, and she was also fearless. So, she mustered up the courage to knock on the door of Yujiu's house, she thought that it would be better to even take a closer look at Yujiu! She thought it would be better to tell Yujiu her name in person! However, at the moment when she and Yujiu looked at each other, she actually learned that when she looked at Yujiu from afar every day, Yujiu also longed to meet a woman like her every day. Unfortunately, it was too late. ”

At this point, the heart involuntarily stopped.

"And what about later? Heart Transmission Zen Master. Yu Yin asked with deep curiosity.

"Later, Yujiu, who was deeply sorry for this late acquaintance, asked why Shilian didn't appear in front of him earlier, and then got to know him." Xinchuan responded to Yu Yindao.

How did Shilian answer? Heart Transmission Zen Master. Yu Yin eagerly inquired and preached.

All along, Shilian, who only wanted to care for Yujiu silently, and didn't want to disturb Yujiu's life no matter what, replied with an excuse...... "My heart wants to talk and stops."

"What did she say?" Yu Yin continued to preach with her heart.

"She said, 'I think it's better to engrave you in my heart bit by bit than to be a passerby in your life, so that you will always be the reason for my heart.'" Xin Chuan told Yu Yin truthfully.

When Yu Yin heard this, he was instantly stunned.

After a while, Yu Yin, who could only come back to her senses, sighed with deep regret: "What a good girl! What a silly girl! ”

Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Yes, it's good, it's stupid, but it's also very sincere." ”

"Yes, it's very sincere, so sincere that I don't even know whether this incurable disease, for Shilian, is the end or the fulfillment." Yu Yinyu questioned with emotion.

"Death is not the end, but neither is it fulfillment. We don't talk about life and death, we don't talk about survival and death, we can look down on life, old age, sickness and death, but we must not take the initiative to give up life; Because only by living can there be a chance, and only by being alive can there be hope. He said solemnly and loudly.

"But Shilian didn't take the initiative to give up her life! You know, many people who are in an unfortunate situation like Shilian have no choice! Yu Yin said helplessly.

Rumored in his heart, he took Yu Yin's words and said: "If you don't have a choice, then go calmly, show your best side to the world, and dedicate your last efforts to the world." ”

Hearing this, Yu Yin nodded thoughtfully and thoughtfully, and then asked Xin Chuan in infinite sentimentality: "Zen Master Xinchuan, has Miss Shilian ever regretted it?" ”

He took a deep breath and replied, "No regrets, but not without regrets." On her deathbed, Shilian said to Yujiu, 'It's a pity that we missed out on the best acquaintance'. After Shilian's death, after a long rain, he became a monk, and his Dharma name was 'Heart Chuan', which means 'imprinting the heart with the heart, and the heart is not different; From heart to heart, from generation to generation'. ”

Yu Yin listened, and tears fell like rain.

It turns out that the current abbot of Fusheng Temple, the Zen Master Xinchuan, is the world-famous eugrapher in the past, the person whom Xinyu revered the most in this life, Mr. Yujiu, no wonder his voice is so beautiful!

However, no one in the world knew before that there was a woman named Shilian in Mr. Yujiu's life; No one knows that Mr. Yujiu's abandonment and letting go are all due to this woman named Shilian.

At this moment, I could only hear the tear-eyed Yu Yin ask Yu Yin again and again: "Dare to ask the donor, is the distance that bothers you in your heart more confusing than the distance between Yujiu and Shilian?" Is the miss that haunts your heart more helpless than the miss between Yujiu and Shilian? Is the search that bothers your heart more powerless than the search between Yujiu and Shilian? ”

"In the face of the story of Yujiu and Shilian, where do I have to endure any troubles? Or, in the face of Yujiu's experience with Shilian, where do I still have any troubles that I can't solve? No matter how much the distance that haunts my heart is at a loss; No matter how helpless the missing thing that plagues my heart; No matter how powerless it is to find out what plagues my heart; At least, we all have life. Yu Yin, who was suddenly unconscious, responded to the heart one by one.

After listening to Yu Yin, who was told by the heart, no, to be precise, it should be Yu Yin, who reminisced after listening to the heart, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned around and came to the room in the Fusheng Temple, trying to find the figure of the little master of the empty valley who had been lying in his heart and could not get rid of it no matter what.

At this moment, Yu Yin had already walked out of the ashes of all thoughts of Fang Cai, smoothly; And the flame of hope in his heart that was about to move to face everything has been fully ignited by the story in his heart's memories.

So, Yu Yin thought about a long-dusted grievance that had been put aside in his heart for a long time before going down the mountain to face everything; Of course, this is also one of the purposes of his trip to the mountain; It's just that it's not the main purpose, and Yu Yin's main purpose of going up the mountain this time is to find and relive the memories of that old time.

And the reason why Yu Yin decided to tell the old grievances by the way is because the time is ripe now, because Shu Yan, who has lost the protection of his clan status, can still sit firmly in the position of the head of the Xushi Hall; And the real Baili Ze lacquer, it's time to know his life experience under the coincidence of karma.

Of course, the premise is that the real Bailize lacquer wants to know his own background; However, this is very unlikely, if not very unlikely.

At this moment, the empty valley is in the room of the Fusheng Temple, in front of the pot table, while skillfully adding firewood to the cooked steamed buns in the cauldron on the stove, while sitting quietly on the low stool in front of the stove pit, staring intently at the stove fire that is not big or small, and is not in a hurry.

"See you again, little master, I know and remember your name." Yu Yin, who found the figure of the empty valley at a glance, greeted the empty valley unchanged from his original intention.

Konggu, who was quietly accompanied by the stove fire, looked at the door of the room when he heard the sound, and what caught his eye was naturally the little man like him, the little pilgrim whose face had not changed at all, but whose mood was completely different from that of two years ago.

"Master Yu?" Instantly recalled Yu Yin's empty valley, and asked Yu Yin uncertainly.

When Yu Yin heard this, he confessed and corrected Konggu and said, "Master Konggu, twelve years ago, I once said to someone that trust is mutual. Master Kutani, you are a monk, so naturally you will not speak to me, so I can't deceive you anymore. Actually, my real name is not Yu Yin, but Gu Liangyin. ”

Hearing this, Konggu shook his head calmly, and then comforted Yu Yin in a serious tone: "Master Yu, don't take this matter to heart. A name is just a title, it doesn't matter if it's true or not, so where is the deception? What's more, what you are withholding from the benefactor is only the title you were born with and cannot choose; And what you tell the poor monk is the name you really want to show people. ”