The abbot's meditation room is at the back of Jingxiang Temple, Shangguan Nan came to a meditation room along a tree-lined path with his memory, looking at the green trees and grass around, the splendid red flowers, and the whole meditation room seems to be hidden in the green trees and red flowers. ”

knocked on the door, and after hearing the answer, Shangguan Nan hurriedly pushed the door in.

The abbot is sitting cross-legged on the futon, his left thumb is pulling the Buddhist beads, his right hand is rhythmically ringing the wooden fish, his eyes are slightly closed, and the corners of his mouth are twitching, as if he is chanting prayers devoutly.

"Abbot, long time no see! Excuse me! Shangguan Nan bowed his head slightly and said in a low voice.

The abbot opened his eyes slightly, the popularity in front of the meeting was extraordinary, and there seemed to be a few copies of the person's appearance between the eyebrows, and the abbot knew it in his heart, thinking: It should come or come, Amitabha!

"Amitabha, donor, please take a seat!" The abbot put down the wooden fish stick in his hand, raised his hand to the futon in front of him, and motioned for Shangguan Nan to sit down.

"Thank you, Abbot!" Shangguan Nan clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly.

After speaking, he also sat down on the futon opposite the abbot.

Looking at each other, Shangguan Nan looked at the abbot quietly, the abbot sitting opposite him at this time seemed to have no change from his memory, according to time, the abbot should be almost 70 years old! I don't know if he really became a Buddha, or if the environment can make people concentrate and calm down, and he can't see the aging of the years on his face.

Similarly, the abbot is also calmly looking at Shangguan Nan, his eyes are as dark as ink, as deep as the bottom of the pool, which makes people unable to see through and see through, but the abbot, who is accustomed to seeing all kinds of life, still sees a trace of bad things, which is called "hatred".

"I don't know why the donor is looking for the old man?" The abbot still pulled out the Buddhist beads in his hand and asked first.

"I don't know something, I want to ask the abbot."

"Donor, please!"

"Does the abbot know about the car accident between Shangguan Xun and He Wan'er twenty years ago?"

Shangguan Nan said, his sharp eyes stared at the abbot, trying to see something abnormal from the abbot's face, but no matter how long he looked at it, the abbot's face still did not change, and he calmly made Shangguan Nan think that his previous guess was wrong.

"The dead are gone, and the living are like this!" The abbot said calmly.

"I understand what the abbot said, but as the son of Shangguan Xun and He Wan'er, I have the right to know the truth of the matter." Shangguan Nan retorted, and his voice couldn't help but increase by a decibel level.

The abbot was not annoyed, put down the Buddhist beads in his hand, slowly got up, opened the lid of the pot on the table, and then put the tea in the pot, poured hot water, waited for a while, and then poured it out.

The faint fragrance of tea spread in the meditation room, and the abbot handed the poured hot tea to Shangguan Nan.

Drinking a cup of hot tea in early winter not only warms up the body, but also warms the heart, which can be used on Shangguan Nan does not play a role in the slightest.

Seeing that the abbot did not answer his own question, but made tea, Shangguan Nan felt a little uncomfortable for a while, he had never drunk tea, he symbolically took a sip, and his heart has been entangled in his parents' car accident for 20 years, and now no matter how fragrant the tea is, it can't soothe his anxious heart.

"Everything in the world, let it pass! Whether it is happy or painful, only by letting go of the past can we enjoy the beautiful and happy life now. Seeing that Shangguan Nan was a little impatient, the abbot did not give an answer directly, but just said a philosophical idea.

"Abbot, as the saying goes: standing and talking doesn't hurt your back. You can't understand my feelings! ”

Shangguan Nan was slightly angry, thinking: After doing it for a long time, it turned out that the abbot didn't want to tell himself at all. Didn't you say that all family members are compassionate? Why doesn't the abbot sympathize with me?

"How's the tea taste?" The abbot was unimpressed, and his tone of voice remained the same as before, and his heart was calm.

"In general, I don't drink much tea, most of the time I drink coffee." Shangguan Nan really had a sense of powerlessness, rolled his eyes, and said lightly.

The abbot smiled, it seemed that Shangguan Nan was just a child who hadn't grown up in his eyes, the child had a temper, and the adults just looked at it in their eyes and didn't care about him at all.

"With a cup of tea, Buddhism sees Zen, Taoism sees qi, Confucianism sees etiquette, and merchants see profit. In fact, tea is just a glass of water, all you give is your imagination, and you can be whatever you want. The heart is the tea, and the tea is the heart. The abbot said slowly.

Compared with the abbot's carelessness, Shangguan Nan was very impatient, at this moment he didn't have the patience to listen to the abbot talking about the great principles of Buddhism, he stood up suddenly, his face was slightly red, and his thin lips said word by word:

"Abbot, I'm not here to listen to you talk about the tea ceremony today, I really want to know who did my parents' car accident back then."

"Alas! Amitabha! The abbot folded his hands, shook his head, let out a long sigh, and continued: "Hate others, it is yourself who suffers, since the matter has happened, why not face it calmly." To forgive them is to forgive yourself! ”

The abbot's words made Shangguan Nan stunned for a moment, not that he let go of everything in the past after listening to the abbot's words, but from the abbot's words, he faintly felt that the abbot knew the details, but he didn't want to tell him, so it can be seen that the parents' car accident must have been man-made.

And isn't it surprising that the abbot, who is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, actually knows about his parents' car accident? I couldn't find the answer with the most powerful detective with all my might, why would the abbot know? And why is Shangguan Zhengde so generous to Nanmen Temple every year, is it the mouth of the abbot? If this is the case, then the death of his parents is inseparable from Shangguan Zhengde!

Thinking that the abbot knew the truth of the matter and kept silent, Shangguan Nan's heart suddenly became very angry, but in order to get a definite answer, he still suppressed the anger that was about to erupt in his heart, and said coldly:

"The abbot doesn't have to play riddles with me, in fact, I already know who caused my parents' car accident, and he is my 'good grandfather'. I just came today to confirm with the abbot, so as not to wronged the innocent. ”

Shangguan Nan bit the three words 'good grandfather' very hard, and after speaking, his deep and sharp eyes stared at the abbot fixedly.

In fact, Shangguan Nan said this completely deliberately set the abbot's words.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the abbot was shocked, and when he thought of someone, he secretly said in his heart: What should come will always come, and no matter how well it is hidden, there will be a day when it will be discovered! Forgive the old man for not being able to do anything!

"Retribution for injustice is not light, and separation and aggregation are predetermined! Amitabha! Even if he knew that the truth of the facts would definitely be opened, the abbot still moved him with affection and persuaded him reasonably, hoping that Shangguan Nan would listen to a sentence or two, so as to let go of the resentment in his heart.

When the words fell, the corners of Shangguan Nan's mouth hooked, and he secretly thought in his heart: Isn't the abbot's sentence just talking about karma and reincarnation? Looks like I've guessed right.

"Thank you, Abbot, the answer is known, farewell!" Shangguan Nan clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly.

As soon as the words fell, the abbot immediately realized that Shangguan Nan was using his own words just now, but even if he didn't say it, he thought that the smart and witty Shangguan Nan would find the answer.

The monks are all compassionate, and the abbot is no exception, seeing that Shangguan Nan wants to leave, he immediately shouted, "Donor, please stay, the old man has a word to say to the donor." ”

Shangguan Nan paused, thinking that the abbot had figured it out and wanted to tell him the truth, so he turned his head and said, "The abbot has something to say!" ”

"The entanglement in the heart, unraveling, is a knot, can't be untied, it's a catastrophe! I hope the donor can understand! The abbot pulled out the Buddha beads with his left hand, stood with one palm in front of his chest with his right hand, looked at Shangguan Nan with hatred in his eyes, and said helplessly.

"That's it?" Shangguan Nan was disappointed, although he knew the culprit, he was still looking forward to knowing the details from the abbot's mouth!

"Amitabha! If one day the donor lets go of the hatred in his heart, he will come to see the old man! The abbot nodded, folded his hands, and said.

The abbot's last sentence confused Shangguan Nan, why did the abbot say that?

Shangguan Nan thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't find an answer, since he couldn't figure it out, don't think about it, let's talk about it later!