Chang'an, Xiangguo Temple.

The first snow in Chang'an City came unexpectedly, and it fell to the ground white. Zhumen green tile elegy, dusk drum and long bell prayer.

It seems that Xiangguoji Temple has never been desolate throughout the year. Every day, people from all over the world come here to pray to the gods and Buddhas to help them fulfill their wishes.

On this day, early in the morning, Xiangguo Temple was not yet open. A man in red with a red oil-paper umbrella left a row of mottled footprints on the mountain road in front of Xiangguoji Temple.

"The donor is coming? The monks' morning service hasn't been done yet. The little monk who cleared the snow at the door said.

"It's okay, I'm here to find Master Fahua."

The little monk looked at the hands of the Red Nine Immortals that were red from the cold, and said with some reluctance: "Master Fahua will tell everyone about the Buddhist scriptures again, and the donor will come back tomorrow." ”

Red Nine Immortals sighed, and the white clouds slowly drifted through the air: "I'll just wait for him here." ”

The little monk saw that the Red Nine Immortals insisted, so he had to open the temple door: "Then the donor, please, the master is estimated to be late today." ”

"Good!" Red Nine Immortals nodded slightly, lifted the skirt and stepped in. As if remembering something, he turned around and said, "You're just picking up relics, aren't you?" ”

The little monk raised his eyes and nodded: "The little monk's law number is gone." ”

The snow fell heavily that day, and the snow that had been swept in the morning fell all over the ground not long after. Fahua preached the Buddhist scriptures for a day, and the Red Nine Immortals waited for him in the Buddhist hall for a whole day.

"What did the donor do this time?" Master Hokke entered the door and gently removed his robe.

The Red Nine Immortals got up and saluted slightly: "I'll come to the master to ask about the things that are depressed in my heart." ”

Master Fahua flicked the Buddha beads in his hand and said for a long time: "The donor is worried about the red dust? ”

"Hmm!"

"Life, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment and hatred, can't ask for it, no one can escape from the five yin and eight sufferings in this world. The donor can't do it, and neither can the old man. ”

The Red Nine Immortals lay on the table, looked at the white snow flying outside the door, and said, "The master will also be loved and parted, and the resentment will be, can he not be broken?" ”

Master Fahua smiled, "Everyone in the world is prepared for eight hardships, and so is the benefactor, and so is the old man. ”

The Red Nine Immortals blinked their eyes and looked at the master: "Then it hurts here, it's so painful that you can't breathe, does the master have a solution?" ”

The master did not speak, but put aside the Buddha beads in his hand and gave a cup of hot tea to the Red Nine Immortals.

"The donor's admiration can't get a response, just like the winter snow outside the house falls into the palm of the palm silently?"

"Hmm. I don't know why, I go deeper. But I can't ask for it, I can't love it, what if my heart is broken so much? Hong Jiuxian looked at the floating tea residue in the teacup, and drank it all with a wry smile.

"The beloved of the benefactor, but the one ten years ago?"

"Yes." Hong Jiuxian's eyes looked at the teacup in his hand a little confused, that person had never stepped out of his own world for ten years. Can you get drunk with a bowl of tea now?

"The donor's confusion in his heart now is not because of whether that person is obsessed with him, but what you are afraid of is whether you can hold on. The old man was right. ”

The tea bowl in Hong Jiuxian's hand fell on the table, and he didn't know why he was crying, but at that moment, he was a little tired and a little aggrieved. Oh, yes! He doesn't love himself, and he has been arguing for ten years. But he is very good to himself, better than the average person. The more he treats himself, the more he wants, and he is unwilling to stop at the identity of a confidant. But I know that this relationship will not be what I expected. When desire and reason contradict each other, it will become more and more painful.

"Can the donor let it go?"

Red Nine Immortals looked at Master Fahua's eyes for a long, long time, until Gongsun Yu's figure appeared vaguely, and he shook his head.

"Since I can't put it down, I put it on the tip of my heart. The loved one, in the place close at hand, is always more fortunate than the yin and yang, isn't it? ”

A smile from King Zhou appeared in front of Red Nine Immortals, and every one of his eyes rolled in his mind like a wave.

"Since you can't let yourself go, then don't let go. The obsession is a little deeper, and it doesn't hurt so much here. ”

The Red Nine Immortals finally showed a smile of relief, yes! I can't let him go after all.