When this Wei Jian died, Ling Yun's thoughts came out of this Wei Jian's body, and in his eyes there was a trance, in fact, what was to be pursued in life. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In Ling Yun's view, no matter what he pursues, he will inevitably die in the end, since it is inevitable to die, then what is life still pursued for?

Since he was pursuing fame and fortune, he finally got fame and fortune, but unfortunately he still died under the red face, which is a pity and ridiculous.

Human life is empty, defeat is empty, and in the end, when people die, it is just an emptiness.

Ling Yun's thoughts began to wander incessantly, and as he drifted, the surroundings became gray.

When the surrounding gray patch rose, a wave of dizziness appeared in Ling Yun's head.

The feeling of dizziness only subsided after a moment.

The next moment, Ling Yun came to a new place.

Looking around, Ling Yun saw that where he was was a temple, in this temple, it was very quiet, surrounded by ancient yellow buildings.

His location is a back garden, in which no flowers are planted, but some green bamboos are planted.

At this time, it had just rained for a short time, and the rain was dripping on the green bamboos around it, and the green bamboos began to drip towards the ground little by little.

Looking at the dewdrops dripping towards the ground, looking at the graceful arc of the dewdrops when they fell, Ling Yun's eyes were a little confused.

The slightest confusion went deep into his bones, and for some reason, his whole heart, his whole soul, was attracted by the dew on the leaves.

In the past, a dew drop would not be able to attract Ling Yun, but now he was deeply attracted by a dewdrop.

In the past, on rainy days, he also came and went in a hurry, and after the rain stopped, he didn't have the heart to appreciate the dewdrops.

On occasion, he would stop and admire the dewdrops, but he did not have the quiet charm of now.

In the past, he was an impetuous person, and in his impetuousness, of course, he did not have the heart to appreciate the dewdrops, but now his heart is very quiet, very quiet, and it is only when he is so quiet that he has the heart to appreciate the dewdrops.

The heart is so strange many times, at this moment, there is a special quiet, in this special quiet, Ling Yun can quietly feel the sound of dewdrops, especially the sound of dew drops dripping to the ground, this sound is very crisp and clear.

In fact, there are times when you can completely calm down and then quietly appreciate something, which is also an unprecedented enjoyment.

At this moment, every thought and every thought of Ling Yun is always quiet and uncomfortable.

Many times, in fact, being at ease, being quiet, that is an unprecedented enjoyment, in which a person will be very comfortable, very comfortable.

In life, many times a person is busy, during the day, almost everyone's thoughts can't stop, and the thoughts that can't stop, the chaotic thoughts we can call distracting thoughts.

In many cases, distractions can't be cut short, and even if you want to cut them short, you don't have a clue.

Many people spend their daytime in chaos, and at night they spend their time in drowsiness, and there are very few times when they are truly pure and truly comfortable.

Now Ling Yun, the whole body is very clean and comfortable, I don't know why, he looked at the drop of dew on the bamboo leaf, he had a feeling that he wanted to keep watching, even if it was a thousand years, ten thousand years, he had to look at it.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the wind rustled the surrounding bamboo forest, and this sound reached Ling Yun's ears, disturbing his desire to continue listening to the wind.

The pure feeling that had spread throughout the body just now had disappeared in an instant.

The feeling that people could be obsessed with forever just now was suddenly disrupted, disrupted by a gust of wind.

When he felt the wind blowing around him, Ling Yun really missed it a little, and now he really missed the feeling of being extremely quiet, in that feeling of being extremely quiet, there were no distractions, no desires.

Ling Yun's thoughts began to become complicated again, and many thoughts came to his mind uncontrollably.

At this point, he continued to walk forward, because he wanted to see what was in front of this temple.

As he walked, he came to a room.

The room looked very simple, and above that room, there were already cobwebs, and on top of the cobwebs, there were several spiders crawling slowly.

Even when these spiders are crawling slowly, they are so relaxed and comfortable.

It seems that this spider is enjoying the silence around it.

Ling Yun slowly walked forward, and then he pushed his right hand towards the cobweb-covered door, and with a slight push, the door was pushed open by him.

After pushing the door open, Ling Yun saw a monk about eighteen years old sitting on a futon meditating.

There was only one candle in the room, and when the light of the candle shone around, it illuminated the surroundings very brightly.

The light of the candle is very dim, and the faint yellow scatters around, giving people an inexplicable sadness, that sadness carries a little scar of time, with a sense of ruthlessness in this world.

When he stepped into this gate, Ling Yun suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness, and the slightest sense of loneliness spread towards his body little by little.

When the feeling of loneliness exceeds the maximum limit that a person's body can bear, then it is more terrifying than death, and sometimes death is so small in the face of loneliness.

In fact, it is not death that is terrible, but the loneliness of death.

At this moment, all of Ling Yun's thoughts were focused on the monk who was meditating cross-legged on the ground.

This monk's name is Wu Ming, and since he became a monk, this is his name.

In this world, there will be any kind of person, and becoming a monk is also the choice of a few people, in fact, few people have the courage and wisdom to choose a monk.

The reason why he chose to become a monk is because in his opinion, in this world, no matter whether a person is beautiful or ugly, noble or lowly at birth, he will inevitably die in the end.

At this time, the realization is to break through life and death, and only by breaking life and death can we find the meaning of life, otherwise no matter how rich and admired you are, in the end, you will die, and there is no meaning.

Death is equal for many people, whether that person is poor, rich, noble, or lowly, it seems that death is inevitable. (To be continued.) )