"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info relics, the color is not different from the empty, the empty is not different from the color, the color is empty, the empty is the color ......"

In the silent meditation room, a well-proportioned monk with a handsome face was immersed in chanting scriptures.

At this time, it is almost late autumn, and the monks in the monastery either meditate in their own rooms, or clean the courtyard with the guests.

No one saw a woman in a long black dress and a veil sneaking in through the back door.

"Squeak"

The door of the meditation room was pushed open with the sound, and the woman looked inside, and then whispered: "Little monk, little monk, I'm here to listen to your story again-...... And...... Still. ”

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, relics are the emptiness of all laws......"

"Little monk, what are you doing, little monk-"

The voice outside the door persistently stopped, and when he heard the shouting at the door, the monk let out a long breath, smiled a little helplessly, shook his head, stood up, and walked slowly to the door with the woman.

The monk looked at the woman, and after touching those eyes, he quickly lowered his head.

There was a huge Bodhi tree outside the door, and the two of them stood under the tree, letting the fallen leaves fall on their shoulders, and the woman smiled and said, "Little monk, I came to listen to your story again today." ”

"Alas. The monk sighed, and then said, "What does Miss Xiu want to hear today?"

"Hee-hee, you can listen to anything, as long as it's what you say, I like to listen to it. ”

The girl laughed, her chin was propped up in her hands, her big beautiful eyes blinked, and her eyes kept looking at the monk all the time.

"Once upon a time, there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore. The monk was silent for a moment, and then he spoke: "One day, when the thief came again, he said to the thief, Please put your hand through the crack in the door, and I will give you whatever you want." ”

"This old monk is really stupid, if he does this, then how can the thief not come in the future? If it is me, ......"

Speaking of this, Miss Xiu suddenly stopped, blinked mischievously, and looked at the monk.

Seeing that the show girl's eyes had been staring at her, the monk Jun's face flushed slightly, and he quickly looked away, and continued a little helplessly: "The thief was very happy when he heard this, so he put his hand through the crack in the door, and who knew that the old monk grabbed his hand, tied it to the pillar, and then beat him with a stick, and shouted while beating: Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the monk......

"The thief was in great pain, and he reluctantly shouted: Take refuge in the Buddha, hey, take refuge in the law, hey, don't fight, take refuge in the Sangha......"

After speaking, the monk smiled slightly: "This is the famous story of the three refuges in the Buddhist scriptures." ”

The show girl nodded and smiled slightly, and the look in her eyes made the monk slightly distracted: "You have three refuges, but I have four refuges." ”

The monk scratched his head and wondered, "What do you mean...... Four refuges?"

Miss Xiu's expression suddenly twisted, and then she suddenly stretched out her hand: "Stretch out your hand, and I'll tell you." ”

The monk pondered for a while, secretly recited the Buddhist scriptures in his heart, and then stretched out his right hand.

Feeling that her right hand was grabbed by the show girl, the sweat that oozes slightly soaked the hands of the two.

The girl said, "You read with me and take refuge in the Buddha." ”

The monk nodded: "Take refuge in the Buddha." ”

"Convert to the law. ”

"Convert to the law. ”

"Take refuge in the Sangha. ”

"Take refuge in the Sangha. ”

"Refuge...... Show girl. ”

Miss Xiu's face turned red, but she stared at the monk with great anticipation.

The monk didn't realize that it was a plan, and said casually: "Refuge...... Huh?"

"Say, take refuge...... Show girl. As she said this, Miss Xiu's voice was almost trembling, and her expression was nervous.

“......”

The monk didn't speak, the hot warmth in his palms seemed to stab his persistence, although he was a monk since he was a child, but this show girl came to find him every once in a while, and even the blind could see the affection contained in it.

Although the monk does not understand love and hate, he also understands that the beauty cannot be lost.

A trace of desolation and loss flashed from the eyes of the show girl.

"In vain—"

The abbot walked in from outside, interrupting their thoughts.

The monk raised his head suddenly, immediately retracted his heart, and respectfully saluted the master: "Master." ”

"The benefactor is gone. ”

The monk suddenly looked at the place where the show girl was standing just now, and at this moment there was no trace of incense, and the Yiren stayed away.

As usual, the disciple told her the Buddha's teachings, and she left. ”

"Alas......"

The abbot glanced at the monk and did not continue to say anything, "Go and chant, Amitabha." ”

"Yes. ”

The monk took a deep look at the outside of the monastery and turned his head and paced back to the meditation room.

The leaves under the linden tree are still falling, and a tear is silently left and falls in the palm of the hand.

The palm is still the same, and it seems that there is still the warmth of Fang Cai.

"Refuge...... Show girl. ”

......

The girl walked out of the temple, her shoulders kept shaking, and the whole person walked alone as if she had lost her soul, and her boundless demeanor drifted away with the fallen leaves.

"Alas. ”

A sigh disrupted the Xiu girl's thoughts, and when she looked up and saw the figure in front of her, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Why is Xingjun here? ”

Wang Chuan looked at Miss Xiu deeply for a long time: "I will leave Lion Camel City tomorrow, before leaving, I want to come and see you." ”

"Thank you Xingjun for your concern, we ...... Very good. ”

As she spoke, a poignant smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Well, why are you so troubled? Wang Chuan sighed and stood with his hands in his hands: "He has lost his memories of the past, and he may have residual obsessions, but he definitely can't remember you, what is the point of you doing this." ”

Miss Xiu smiled, stepped forward, and said, "Whether he remembers me or not, I am still me, no matter how many lifetimes he goes through, he is still him." ”

Hearing this, Wang Chuan lost his mind slightly, and after a while, he came back to his senses: "But he doesn't remember you after all, and he won't understand everything you do now, and with reincarnation, the attachment in the depths of his memory will also disappear with the passage of time, and your life is far away and long, will you live the rest of your life with this loss and pain in the future?"

"Thank you, Lord Xingjun, it's just that I've reached this point now, where else can I go besides guarding him, he fell into reincarnation for me in my previous life, I don't dare to forget this, no matter what he becomes in the end, I will definitely guard him, and I will never abandon him. ”

"Huh. ”

Wang Chuan laughed, with a hint of sadness in his eyes: "In this case, I won't say much, but before I leave, I have a word to tell." ”

"Xingjun, please speak. ”

"Lion Camel City is about to be in chaos, if you intend to continue to protect him, it is tantamount to fighting against the West again, since you have escaped the pursuit before, in the future, you must be careful to take precautions. ”

Miss Xiu looked stunned, and then said firmly: "Thank you Xingjun for your advice, the little girl is grateful." ”

Wang Chuan nodded, ignored the show girl, and floated away.