White tea legend

Chapter 145 Farewell
In order to put an end to Ji Zan's idea of ​​returning to secular life, the old monk punished Ji Zan to face the wall.

Ji Zan was forced to face the wall, his heart full of contradictions and confusion. His young mind could not fully understand the meaning of this punishment, but he felt a little aggrieved at being left out and misunderstood.

He knelt on the cold stone floor, his legs gradually numbing, but the greater pain came from the loneliness and confusion in his heart. He looked at the cold, hard wall in front of him, and seemed to see his state of mind at the moment - isolated and restricted, unable to freely explore the vast world.

His little hands gently touched the wall, trying to find a touch of warmth and comfort. However, the cold touch of the wall made him feel even more lonely and helpless. He began to wonder if he had done something wrong and if he really deserved such a punishment.

Everything around him seemed extremely quiet, with only the occasional sound of bells and wooden fish reminding him that this was still a place of practice. But these sounds seemed so distant and indifferent to him, as if they came from another world.

Time passed by, and the little monk's mood gradually calmed down. He began to reflect on his actions and why he was punished like this.

He closed his eyes and began to chant the Buddha's name silently, trying to calm his inner troubles and uneasiness through practice and find a way to liberation.

However, as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the young lady named Bai in his dream.

The white lady has a beautiful smile, beautiful eyes, and a green and white gradient dress that reveals a unique style.

"You gave me my name, and you actually forgot about me?"

"I won't forget, I won't forget, but where should I go to find you?"

“Wherever my heart is, it’s my hometown.”

The little monk suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. In front of him were four cold walls, and the white lady's voice and smile disappeared without a trace.

The direction of the heart, the direction of the heart...

Ji Zun suddenly came back to his senses. He must find her because this is what his heart wants.

"Master, let me out. Ji Zan wants to return to secular life."

"Shh-"

Ji Zan just shouted, and the senior brother's figure appeared outside the window of the Zen room.

"Senior Brother, please help me send a message to Master that Ji Zan will return to secular life."

"Junior brother, you are so naive. If master agreed to your return to secular life, he would not lock you up and face the wall to think about your past."

What Senior Brother said makes sense.

Ji Zan frowned: "Elder brother, what should we do?"

"Eldest Brother, let you escape!"

"what!"

"Do you want to return to secular life?"

"want."

"Then leave now."

As the elder brother spoke, he opened the door of the Zen room and put a package into Ji Zun's hand.

"The Dongjiao Gate has been opened for you. Please take care of yourself along the way, little junior brother. You will only have to take care of yourself from now on."

Ji Zun looked at his senior brother and felt deeply grateful and moved in his heart. He recalled how his elder brother had taken care of him since he was a child, and his heart was full of reluctance.

I remember when I was a child, whenever Ji Zhan was scolded by his master for being naughty and mischievous, his senior brother was always the first to stand up and speak for him, explaining his intentions to the master in a gentle tone and telling him to pay attention to his behavior in the future. At that time, Ji Zhen always felt that his senior brother was like a solid backer, giving him something to rely on. Once, Ji Zun encountered difficulties in his practice and became discouraged and wanted to give up. It was his senior brother who patiently enlightened him and encouraged him not to give up easily but to persevere. The senior brother also personally demonstrated the correct practice methods, allowing Ji Chan to regain his confidence.

Another time, Ji Zan fell ill and was weak. The senior brother not only guarded him day and night, but also personally prepared herbs for him to drink until he recovered. At that time, Ji Zhan felt the deep care and love of his senior brother.

In addition, the senior brother often told Ji Zun stories about Buddhist scriptures to inspire his wisdom; he took him to visit nearby temples to broaden his horizons; and taught him skills such as bowing, archery, and calligraphy.

The more Ji Qian thought about it, the more he felt that his senior brother had taken such good care of him and cared so deeply about him, but he was unable to repay this kindness. He felt very ashamed and guilty. At this moment, facing his senior brother's kind eyes and warm smile, Ji Zun couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Eldest brother, thank you for your care and love for me all the time, but Ji Chan will never have the chance to repay you in the future..." Ji Chan shed tears.

The senior brother patted Ji Zhan on the shoulder and said, "Junior brother, if you are willing to return to secular life and leave Longgai Temple, this is the greatest reward for me."

Ji Zan was confused by what the elder brother said.

"If you are here, Master will only pass the mantle of hosting to you, my junior brother. Once you leave, our other senior brothers will have a chance to fight for it."

Ji Zun was suddenly startled by the elder brother's words.

It turns out that beneath the surface of love, care, and friendliness, there are also hidden jealousies, complaints, and injustices.

Anyway, he has the intention to return to secular life, which is a blessing to his senior brothers.

Everyone has his or her own ambitions, so why let a person like him with worldly thoughts stay in the temple and become a stumbling block and obstacle to others' spiritual practice?
Ji Chan said goodbye to his elder brother and bowed three times in the direction of the old monk's Zen room, as a way of repaying the kindness of raising him for more than ten years.

"Elder brother, I will be entrusting you with my master's care from now on."

"Don't worry, little junior brother, take care of yourself."

Ji Zan carried the luggage prepared by his elder brother on his back. He was afraid that the old monk would find out and could not escape, so he stepped up his steps, came out of the east gate of the temple, and ran all the way down the mountain.

The sky is bright and the first light of dawn appears. The eastern sky is slightly white, like an elegant ink painting. Everything in the world gradually wakes up and welcomes a new day.

For Ji Zan, it's a new day.

The breeze blows gently and the leaves rustle, as if whispering morning greetings. The crisp songs of birds echoed in the air, waking up the sleeping people.

The sun shines through the clouds on the earth, warm and soft. Everything is bathed in the morning light and appears full of vitality.

The world under the mountain is quiet and beautiful, as if shrouded in a mysterious veil. The Longgai Temple on the mountain was hidden by the forest, and Ji Zan could no longer see it.

The West Lake under Longgai Temple is like a moving picture scroll, displayed in front of Ji Zan.

Ji Zan stood by the lake and saw that the water was sparkling and crystal clear. The breeze blows, and ripples appear on the lake surface, as if countless whitebaits are playing in the water. The mountains in the distance are reflected in the lake, looming like a dream. The lotus flowers in the lake stand gracefully, and the green leaves hold the red flowers, just like the cheeks of a girl, shy and eager to speak.

It's summer season.

On the shore of the lake, weeping willows gently stirred the water. The breeze blows, and the willow branches dance with the wind, like a fairy's long hair floating in the air. The flowers and plants on the shore are lush and green, and all kinds of colorful flowers are blooming, exuding a rich fragrance. Butterflies dance among the flowers, and bees are busy collecting nectar among the flower stamens, creating a lively scene.

Goodbye, West Lake.

Goodbye, Longgai Temple.

Goodbye, Master.

Ji Zun reluctantly left, bid farewell to the mountains and rivers of Jingling, and embarked on an unknown journey. That is the place where the heart desires...

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