Lin Liu is distressed, there are two men in hot pursuit, one is an old classmate who has developed into a bosom friend, and the other is a loyal business partner who has developed into a friend.

Lin Liu also wants to find a person of choice, but that is for the future, and his brain is too chaotic at the moment, and his mood has not recovered, so he doesn't want to think about marriage for the time being. If you really find a partner, these two people are not suitable candidates, Shang Yu has a wife, Ye Fei has just divorced in anger, maybe she will remarry after calming down, and because of Lin Liu's divorce, she doesn't want to destroy other people's families, she doesn't want to build her happiness on the happiness of others, and always hopes that Ye Fei and his wife will reunite.

One day, after Lin Liu finished handling the company's business, it was just ten o'clock in the morning, and he wanted to go out for recreation. She heard that another monk had come to the Jinshan Cave, and she wanted to drive there to visit so that she could help untie the knot.

She is not superstitious, and she does not believe in Buddhism. But she believed in the wisdom of the superior. High monks are often able to get rid of worldly troubles, break through the obstacle of desire, and see things clearly. The guidance of the master often makes people suddenly enlightened.

Jinshan, she has been here many times, and every time she comes, she has every harvest. Jinshan has stored thousands of years of cultural heritage, and each stone carving is interpreted for half a day. In the mountains, Lin Liu realized that his knowledge was shallow.

Walking into the Jinshan Cave, the Sanskrit sound was curling, and Lin Liu's heart immediately calmed down.

Lin Liu stared and saw a senior monk wearing a robe, sitting in an ear room, reading a Buddhist scripture, with a long white beard hanging down the lower end of the scripture.

"Lin Liu meets the master."

Lao Zeng opened his eyes slightly and asked, "What's the matter with the donor?" ”

"Can Lin Liu invite a teacher?"

"Female donor, please speak?"

Lin Liu briefly explained the marriage situation and asked, "What should I do?" Please make it clear to the master. ”

The old monk said, "Amitabha." There is nothing in the world, and mediocrity disturbs itself. Love is a knife in the heart, specializing in cutting the weak and amorous. Wait and see how it changes, don't be confused by words. If you want to see the bottom of the water, wait until the mud sinks. ”

Lin Liu is a smart person, listening to the master's on-demand, his eyes are bright, and he suddenly opens up, thinking: If you met this monk at the beginning, why did you enter the quagmire of marriage?

Lin Liu donated 500 yuan to the monk, but the master resolutely refused. The monk said: "Travel the world to beg for a bowl of rice, don't get money on my clothes." You and I are all passers-by, and the fate of one side is already strange. ”

The warm poems of the monks made Lin Liu suddenly sigh. Linliu bids farewell to the monks and travels on the mountain.

From the master's on-demand language, Lin Liu realized the truth that Shang Yu and Ye Fei should be treated coldly, and waited for an opportunity to make a decision. With the strategy, her heart is much easier, and her pace has become faster.

At the top of the mountain, there are several amateur singers singing with stereos. The song travels far and wide. Lin Liu was very interested, so he leaned over and couldn't stop applauding the singers.

One of them asked Lin Liu to sing a song. Lin Liu didn't refuse, took the microphone, was silent for a while, and then sang. The lyrics are poems written by the master just now, and the tune is a temporary self-composed song by Linliu.

The tactful and affectionate singing voice stunned several singers. When Lin Liu finished singing, they applauded warmly. Everyone said that the song was fresh and interesting. Coupled with Linliu's professional singing, several singers worship Linliu very much. Some took out their notebooks and asked Linliu to sign. The cursive script of the willow dragon flying and the phoenix dancing was strong and powerful, which amazed them.