Daughter of the royal palace

Chapter 539 Gathering Together (2)
After hearing her narration, Ling Xihan felt sad again.Ling Ximeng said one last thing to her.

"I have been chasing him for half my life. I am tired, and he is also tired. Although he is out of the world of mortals now, he will never run away from me again. I am very content. For the rest of my life, I just want to stay like this and live closest to him After I die, I will be buried here, so that my soul can listen to his chanting. I hope that his scriptures can also save me like it saves the world."

At that moment, Ling Xihan saw the smile on Ling Ximeng's face, gentle yet dazzling.Burning, but happy.Her eyes were shining with crystals, which were tears that had condensed for a long time but never fell.

Later, she and Xiao Tingxuan left, and they went up the mountain together.According to Ling Ximeng, today is the day when Master Wangchen routinely lectures on Buddhism every year.

When they came to Baohua Temple, the little novice told them that Master Wangchen was in the green bamboo forest and it was time for him to talk about Buddhism.So they hurried to the green bamboo forest back then, and they could hear Luo Tianxiang's steady voice floating from a distance.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when walking the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are all empty, and overcomes all hardships. Relic, 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, and the thought is recognized. The same is true. Relic Son, it is the empty phase of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, thoughts, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance, touch, and vision. , even the unconscious world, no ignorance, no end of ignorance, no old age and death, no end of old age and death. There is no suffering, no wisdom and no gain. There is no gain. Bodhisattva, according to Prajna Paramita , There is no hindrance in the heart. Without hindrance, there is no terror, away from the upside-down dream, and Nirvana. The Buddhas of the third age, according to Prajna Paramita, have obtained Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi. Therefore, we know that Prajna Paramita is a great mantra, It is the great Ming mantra, the supreme mantra, and the no-wait mantra, which can eliminate all suffering and is true and true. Therefore, the Prajna Paramita mantra is said, that is, the mantra: uncovering and uncovering, Boluo reveals, Boluo reveals. Truth, Bodhisattva."

"Master." A listener put his hands together and said reverently.

"I want to become a monk, please master it."

Wang Chen did not agree, but asked, "Why?"

The man's face was miserable, "Both my parents died when I was young, my family property was seized by relatives, and my fiancée also left me. All my thoughts are empty, and my heart is like ashes."

Wang Chen said: "You have resentment and hatred in your heart."

The man was slightly stunned, and Wangchen said again: "The heart is like Bodhi, and the four elements are all empty. But you are greedy for the world of mortals, how can you forget the three thousand troubles?"

"I..." The man was stunned for a while, and then said eagerly: "It is precisely because I have suffered so much, seen through the warmth and coldness of the world, and do not want to continue struggling in the ten feet of soft red, that I..."

"Amitabha." Wangchen typed a Buddhist gatha and asked a few words.

"Is the wind moving, or the tree moving?"

The man was startled, looking at the fluttering bamboo leaves around him, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"It's the heart that's moving."

The crisp female voice was like a hand, pushing through the thick fog, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Wang Chen's figure shook, and the hands that were playing with the beads subconsciously stopped.

Everyone looked up and saw a man and a woman walking in side by side.The man's white clothes are like snow, and the woman's blue clothes are like water. The two people's faces are peerless. Standing together, they are like the sun, the moon, and the gods. They are so dazzling that people can't look away.In an instant, the air was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling.

Ling Xihan walked over slowly, with a smile on his face. He didn't look at Wangchen, but said to the young man who asked Wangchen to give him a gradient before: "Being a monk doesn't mean picking off three thousand hairs. You just now Said that your life experience is miserable and desolate, all thoughts are empty, and you don't want to struggle in the world of mortals, so you want to become a monk, right?"

Only then did the young man recover from Ling Xihan's peerless face, and when he heard her question, he subconsciously nodded.

"Yes."

Ling Xihan smiled slightly, but her gaze was as sharp as electricity.

"Since all thoughts are empty, why not be born without love?"

"I……"

Ling Xihan didn't give him a chance to speak, "Life is a long road, and no one is born with smooth sailing and a happy life. The Buddha said: 'There are seven sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, love and separation, and nothing you can ask for'." Cultivating Buddhism is to transcend these seven states. The Buddha said that everyone has the seven sufferings, but everyone is different. If you can let go of these seven sufferings, although you can’t become a Buddha, you don’t have to become a Buddha.” She looked at the young man , "How can things in this world be as you wish? If everyone is going to become a monk after a little setback like you, then how can this small temple accommodate all living beings?"

The young man retorted: "Buddhism pays attention to saving all sentient beings, and the Buddha's mouth is always open to tolerate all sentient beings in the world."

Ling Xihan said: "The Buddha's words say that all Buddhas are in the heart. As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, why should you care about those three thousand black hairs?" She took a step forward and looked at the man closely.

"You don't see through the world of mortals, you...are escaping."

"I—" the young man was speechless.Behind her, Wang Chen subconsciously closed his eyes since she came over, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.But the unique fragrance of her body wafted in his nostrils, which made his heart, which had been washed by the Buddha's words for many years, rippling again.

Ling Xihan glanced at the people who were sitting on the ground, who were either confused, puzzled or strange, but did not look at Wangchen.

"Thousands of people suffer in different ways, and suffering is different." She walked slowly among the crowd, her voice was gentle and powerful.

"One hundred years of life, all kinds of causal cycles have their own definite numbers. It is better to seek the Buddha than to seek oneself." She raised her head and just picked up a fallen leaf.

"You say, the falling of the leaves is caused by the wind chasing after them, or the trees not keeping them?"

The crowd fell silent.

Ling Xihan turned his head, and then looked at Wang Chen who was sitting quietly chanting.I haven't seen him for many years, he seems to have changed a lot, but nothing seems to have changed.

A complicated look flashed across her eyes, and she said with a smile: "Master, the old man is here, are you going to sit like this forever?"

Wangchen paused again when he moved the finger of the Buddha bead. With a good chance, he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes touched the still beautiful face of the woman in front of him. Although he was prepared for a long time, he was still slightly startled.I can't help but recall scenes from more than 20 years ago in my mind.

Under the heavy curtains, the woman's figure is slim and graceful, like a hibiscus blooming in the wind, revealing a different kind of beauty and charm in the haze.At the end of the song, the light gauze curtain in front of him was drawn to both sides.She stood up calmly, and the peony thin hookah dragged the floor-length dress in silence on the smooth white jade floor.The white veil was dragged to the front of her chest, revealing her delicate and beautiful facial features.Those eyes are like clear blue waves, and the gurgling spring water sparkles with a little smile.But it is like snow water in Tianshan Mountain, pure and indifferent...

Wang Chen lowered his head, with a barely visible bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)