Qingfeng looked at Qingran, his eyes were complicated, he wanted to hold him, but he withdrew it again, and the hand hidden in the sleeve of the wide monk's robe was subconsciously clenched into a fist, and his knuckles were white, very forbearing.

The corners of his lips tightened, "You don't have to. ”

Between the two of them, it didn't have to be like this.

Qingran smiled indifferently, his eyebrows and eyes were open, he threw the burden in his hand on his shoulder, walked away easily, walked outside the door, couldn't help but stop, turned around and smiled at Qingfeng: "In this world, I am happy to buy a thousand dollars." ”

What does this mean, I'm afraid only he and Qingfeng know.

Those who wanted to leave did not leave, and those who wanted to stay did not stay.

No one knew what kind of dumb riddle was being played between the two of them, Xie Yi and An Zeqing could only look at them blankly, as if there were some other meanings in the air.

This time, Qingran really didn't look back until he crossed the gate of the National Temple and stepped down thousands of steps, and he finally left as a layman.

When he came back later, he would be their benefactor.

Donor, where did you come from?

Donor, if there is a Buddha in your heart, you are a Buddha.

The benefactor, the Buddha's words, is crossing sentient beings.

All beings are suffering, and everything is suffering.

……

When Qingfeng found Wuxiang, he was standing on the highest part of the National Temple, and from his direction, it seemed that he could see a bald boy hiding behind a thousand-year-old tree and sobbing.

He couldn't see his sad expression, but he could see from his slightly trembling shoulders how difficult it had been for him to make the decision he had made today.

"Uncle Shi, he didn't have to leave, do you want me to cultivate the Buddha and cultivate my mind with guilt?"

Wuxiang turned around, his eyes were warm, and he seemed to have seen through everything.

"Before the master left, he taught me a technique, I can see through the causes of people's past lives, and the fruits of this life, you have obsessions, but you can't be calamitized, he has no obsessions, he is alone, but he is riddled with calamities."

"In this way, he will leave and go, and it has nothing to do with you."

Qingfeng didn't know why Wuxiang would say such a thing, he kept thinking that maybe the person who was really plagued by disasters would be himself.

According to Qingran's temperament, there are very few things in this world that can make him happy, but he left the national temple, and he is really uncertain about the future.

He wanted to refute what Wuxiang said, but found that he didn't have any position at all, because it was he who wanted to leave the national temple first.

He shook his head with a helpless wry smile: "What Uncle Shi said, he will give me a feeling of self-deception." ”

Wuxiang shook his head: "Believe it or not, feel at ease in your heart, if you feel guilty, just cultivate the Buddha in your heart, don't take care of the world, after three years, I will give you a year to go down the mountain, if you still can't let go, go and see it yourself." ”

Only by going to see in person can I dispel the thoughts in my heart, and only in this way can I let Qingfeng really let go, as for Qingran, he really left the national temple, and he will be a mortal person for the rest of his life.

Qingfeng pursed his lips, reached out to cover the Buddha beads in his palm, and looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him.

Qing Ran's figure was no longer visible from his position.

The man may have gone down the mountain a long time ago, or he may have hid in a sad place, or he may have wreaked havoc in the town like a wild horse.