Small town adventure

Chapter 105
The figure from 30 years ago reappeared in front of my eyes again, that handsome young master Pianpian, with only one night of long talk, I made myself decide to stay with him for the rest of my life.

Thirty years ago, looking at the locked courtyard gate, the scene of crying and falling in front of his house is still vivid.

Thirty years ago, for a vow of never abandoning him and never marrying him, he resolutely let go of everything, cut off the three thousand threads of troubles on his head, became a monk, and decided to end his life as an ancient Buddha.

30 years ago...

But now it is 30 years later, unknowingly, many years have passed since I became a monk. I originally thought that these past events have long been forgotten, and I will not remember them in this life.I originally thought that I had practiced for many years, and my six senses had already been purified, and I no longer had disputes with this world of mortals.

But since I met that side today, everything is no longer calm, and all the things that I thought I had forgotten have come to my heart again in a turbulent way. The oncoming force is so fierce that there is no strength to resist it.

At that time, before entering the hall, I saw the figure engraved in the bone marrow. It had been 30 years. I thought I could not remember his face clearly, but I didn’t expect that he would be branded in my heart in just one night. , Eternal life is indelible.

Thirty years later, it is still the same. Even though he has already grown up early, his temples are gray, and there are some traces of time on his face, he is still recognized at a glance.At that moment, the feeling brought to me was as shocking as the bursts of thunder passing through my ears in winter, as shocking as the snowflakes flying all over the sky in summer. It's like in a dream.

Only at that moment, I regained my sanity. It turned out that I was no longer the Zhang Ye'er 30 years ago. Now I am a Buddhist disciple who has become a monk and practiced Buddhism.
I am a monk, yes, I am a monk, a monk is originally a pure six senses, how can this man in front of me disturb my mind?This is a blasphemy against the Buddha!Are you still worthy of being a monk?Is he still worthy to be the abbot of this Qingxiu nunnery?
Forcibly calm, concealed, without revealing any trace of camouflage, and without looking up at the man not far in front of him.But after coming out of the hall, my heart was indeed pierced with pain like a knife.

The contradictory and tangled thoughts and the boundless pain in my heart turned into a sharp sword, piercing my heart over and over again.

(End of this chapter)