"Death is immortality, floating life is like a dream, only death can last forever." Lin Xuan remembered the teachings he had listened to when he met a hundred-year-old monk in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the North Shaolin Temple of Songshan Mountain, Henan.

In Tibetan Buddhism, there is the same classical statement. When Lin Xuan lived in Xiongba Village, he once met a wandering Tibetan monk in Jiwu Temple, and the other party did not speak, but only wrote the sentence "Life is death, death is life, life is not as good as death, and only death is eternal" in Nepali on the big stone on the side of the mountain.

In an instant, Lin Xuan faced the two bodies of King Jingde Mountain and Tian Yunong, and his thoughts became chaotic like a wind sweeping leaves.

"When will a person's life, chasing endlessly, treasure, fame and fortune? What a person is obsessed with in his heart is meaningless to others. Since the whole world thinks it is meaningless except me, is there any point in what I want? In other words, as soon as I die, I lose all my meaning, and I am completely forgotten by the world, leaving no trace-" He sat down cross-legged, no longer paying attention to the corpse of Tian Yunong next to him, his eyes were half-closed, and he entered the deep inner realm of "eyes and nose, nose and mouth, and mouth and heart".

This practice of "self-enution meditation", which is between Tibetan and Chinese Buddhism, is often defined as "free meditation", which relies entirely on the practitioner's own wisdom, mind, mind, and experience to answer questions, answer questions, and reflect on themselves.

Lin Xuan's ears suddenly appeared intermittently The sound of the flute, this is the core of the Tibetan mountains, of course, no one is still holding the leisure to blow the flute, what he hears is only the echo of his inner memory.

It was part of his deep memory when he was seven years old, the cold winter wax moon, the full moon night, the moon outside the house, bright as frost. He heard the sound of the flute, got up, and leaned down to the window to look out. Under the moon, his father was standing on the top of a white stone octagonal pavilion, looking up at the bright moon, and playing the flute attentively.

The sound of the flute whimpered and stung the young Lin Xuan's heart. He felt that his father was extremely depressed at that time, and every note played by the jade flute was full of deep sadness.

He walked out wearing only his underwear and went all the way to the outside of the Octagonal Pavilion.

There was a bamboo ladder on the side of the pavilion, and he climbed up the bamboo ladder and sat at his father's feet, looking up at the bright moon that night. The place where they lived was extremely high, and when they looked northeast, they could overlook the panoramic view of the Imperial City, with all the pavilions, rivers and streets in sight.

The sound of the flute continued, Lin Xuan was sleepy, so he put his chin on his knee and fell asleep hazy.

He had a half-lucid and half-vague dream, dreaming of his past life, which was an era of cold weapons of sword and fire, ice and blood.

In that ancient era, he was not Lin Xuan, but a master of the East China Sea who killed people with his fingers and won the martial arts. His home is not in the capital city full of imperial spirit in the north, but on an isolated island in the vast East China Sea. The island lives between Penglai, Yingzhou, and Abbot, and the island is full of gorgeous peach blossoms all year round.

In his previous life, he could own the whole world as long as he wanted to, because from the islands of the East China Sea to the snow-capped mountains of the western frontier, the cities of the South China Sea to the desert in the north, anyone who heard his name would bow down and bow down when they heard the wind. However, he didn't want anything, just the island, and only guarded the tomb on the island, which was more magnificent than the palace of the living.

In that tomb, his favorite is buried. Before the age of thirty, he insisted on going his own way, only loving the world and ignoring the people he loved around him; After the age of thirty, his lover was buried in the tomb forever, even if he owned the world and controlled the life and death of hundreds of millions of people, he could not save the one he loved the most.

That was his previous life, a geek who became more and more painful the more he lived, and the more sober he became. He lives almost in a completely transparent world, with a sense of insight into the world, but he cannot free himself.

So, at the moment of saying goodbye to the world, he closed his eyes and swore with his life: "Reincarnation, I will be born in the distant western snow country, and I will use my whole life to practice to atone for my sins." ”

"Kid." The sound of his father's flute stopped, waking him up from his sleep.

"Father." He stood up and stood in the moonlight with his father.

"The qiē you see, that's my past life-" Father pointed to the full moon like a white jade plate in the eastern sky, "Look at that mirror, look at the qiē in that mirror, the people in the mirror, the mountains and rivers in the mirror, and the karma in the mirror...... Kid, one day, I'm going there. ”

His father's palm was attached to the back of Lin Xuan's head, so he could see clearly a qiē in the moon. In the bright moon, it is divided into two worlds, the left and right, bounded by the central thin line, and the scenery on the left and right is exactly the same. It's just that one side is colored and the other side is colorless. The former, which is no different from the ordinary world, while the latter is a black and white world, which shocked him.

"Father, where are you going?" Lin Xuan was puzzled.

"In the past, everyone respectfully called the Snow Mountain Temple, but now it is called 'Tibet'." The father replied.

Lin Xuan's young heart was not sentimental because of the separation of father and son, but was full of yearning for the two completely different worlds.

"The process of discovering a past life is called 'hiding' there, and the process of discovering a previous life is called 'digging'. If a human being has suffered great psychological trauma in a previous life, he or she will remember it in the six realms of reincarnation, and each life retains the same memory. I've met with several diggers who will help me awaken those painful memories. Of course, for the world, those are unforgettable pains, but for me, they are the most precious in life. I blow the flute every night in this octagonal pavilion, just to wake you up, the moment you wake up, it is destined to end our fate in this life. Tonight, the moment has finally come, goodbye, my child......" the father whispered.

"After discovering your memories, will you ever return to the capital?" Lin Xuan asked.

My father smiled: "I was not the same person I was tonight. ”

Lin Xuan suddenly understood that after his father woke up, he would definitely go to find the East China Sea Immortal Island, and from then on he would live on the island forever and never return to the ordinary world.

At that time, it was the real parting of their father and son, eternal life and eternity, and they would never see each other again in reincarnation.

"Someday, I'm going to Snow Country too." Lin Xuan said.

"Why?" Father asked.

"I want to see the snowy world of the Black Mountain clearly, and look at the moon-" Lin Xuan pointed to the air, and in that half of the black and white world, a dazzling eighteen-petal peach blossom suddenly bloomed.

At that moment, Lin Xuan determined that his life had some kind of strong connection with the world of Black Mountain and White Snow, just like his father's connection with that Peach Blossom Fairy Island, deep to the bone marrow, rooted in the soul, and full of painful memories.

"I'm here, where is the peach blossom?" Lin Xuan opened his eyes.

In front of him, there was the frozen cave, and in the depths of the cave, a brilliant eighteen-petal peach blossom suddenly appeared, and the pink light emitted by the peach blossom reflected a face. It was a pale and beautiful face, with focused and gentle eyes, and in the depths of his eyes, it seemed that there was an endless meaning of love. Lin Xuan also saw the other party's bloodless cherry lips and the straight and handsome nose bridge......

"Donna, Donna...... Donna—" He shouted, slamming into the icy cavern.

In an instant, all of Lin Xuan's memories of his past life were awakened because of Tang Na, which was the real reason why he stayed in Tibet despite all the difficulties and dangers. There is no excavator here, but the hidden treasure in his head automatically revives.

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