In the study room.

Zhan Lianshi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes looking at the city outside, fireworks going off at his fingertips.

Wrong, right.

Clean, dirty.

The law of the world, the law of survival, has always been the interaction of yin and yang.

He is clean and he is unclean, and similarly, others are clean and unclean.

One thought can become a devil, one thought can become a Buddha, and the white underneath will always be black.

No one dares to say that he is as pure as white snow, without a trace of stain, and no one dares to say that he is as vicious as a devil, without a trace of kindness.

But when something happens suddenly, what is considered right and what is wrong?

In the vast world, the Buddha saves all sentient beings. People who believe in the Buddha kill and do not kill. Do those who do not kill blame those who do? Do we need to preach to everyone that they cannot eat meat or fight mosquitoes? Even you.

It is a sin for you to step on an ant to death.

Buddha talks about tolerance, Buddha talks about great love, and Buddha talks about kindness. But is it right for Buddhist believers to criticize others in this way?

The world can never tell whether it is right or wrong.

This question is itself a problem.

Only great love, tolerance, kindness, letting go, and giving up can be true.

When you love, when you are tolerant, when you are kind, everything will become different.

When you let go, when you are willing, you will truly grow up.

Zhan Lianshi picked up the cigarette and took a puff. A gust of wind blew from outside, blowing away the smoke wrapped around his fingertips and blowing open a book on the desk.

The pages of the book turned, clattering, and a sentence of proverbs appeared on the page.

One of the sentences was outlined with a black pen: All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such.

Woohoo...

The phone vibrated, and the wind that was blowing dissipated.

Zhan Lianshi's eyes moved slightly, and the darkness in his eyes covered up all his emotions. He turned around and picked up his phone.

His eyes fell on the outline of the sentence on the page.

All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or electricity, and should be observed in this way. Next to it, there is a sentence written in black pen: Forget the past, live in the present, and look forward to tomorrow, that is happiness.

The handwriting is delicate and clear. This is Mi Ning's handwriting.

In the bedroom.

Mi Ning yawned and tears appeared in her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the time.

It's past two o'clock, almost three o'clock.

Isn't Ah Shi finished yet?

Mi Ning looked at the bedroom door and yawned again. She closed the book, put it on the bedside table, and lay down on the bed, turning sideways, facing the bedroom door.

Very sleepy.

Mi Ning's eyelashes fluttered, like a butterfly perched on the ground. Finally, her eyelashes closed.

Zhan Lianshi was sitting in a chair, listening to the voice on his phone and looking at the open book on the desk.

"Mr. Zhan, Tuantuan lost too much blood and his wound was infected. Now we have sent Tuantuan to the hospital for further examination."

"When the test results come out, I will call you immediately."

"Cure Tuantuan."

"yes."

The mobile phone was placed on the table. Zhan Lianshi took the book and turned over the pages.

There is no tree in the bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning. Where is the dust? Next to it is a beautiful handwriting: sorrow and troubles are all given to yourself. If you are willing to let go, you will be much happier.

If the mind is troubled, all living beings are troubled; if the heart is pure, all living beings are pure. - If the heart is beautiful, everything you look at will be beautiful.

Love others as you love yourself, and follow others freely. - Love others, love the people you care about, and you will be very happy.

love him...
Chapter completed!