More than a hundred years ago, during the war and chaos, there was a temple on the top of this hill called Qingshui Temple, which is now a ruined temple.
At that time, there was an old monk in this temple who chanted sutras and meditated every day and ignored worldly affairs.
One day, the old monk who was sweeping the floor heard a burst of babies crying outside. The old monk put down the broom, walked out of the door, and saw a baby being placed on the steps.
The baby at that time was sallow and thin, and his voice was hoarse from crying.
The kind-hearted old monk took the child into the temple and raised him like that.
As the child grew up, the old monk shaved his head and began to practice Buddhism with him.
At that time, there was war and chaos everywhere, and it was difficult for everyone to save themselves, so they placed their hope for life in the Buddha, and the incense in the temple was very strong.
The old monk grew up slowly with the young monk.
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years have passed. The orphan and the little monk in the temple have grown into a handsome young man, and the old monk is dying and his life span is about to run out.
Finally one day, the old monk took the young monk's hand and passed away in the temple.
Before he died, the old monk told the young monk that when he picked him up at the gate of the temple, there was a note beside him with his name written on it, Liu Jingqing.
The old monk said that although the young monk was his disciple, his mortal mind was still unfinished and he would experience the mortal world in the future. He could use this name after he returned to secular life.
It's just that the young monk at that time did not understand the master's words. After the master was cremated, he has been living in the temple. Just like the master back then, he eats fast and chants Buddha's name every day, accompanied by the ancient Buddha with a green lantern.
The little monk thought that his life would end like this, but until one day, he met the girl who came up the mountain to offer incense.
When the man said this, he stopped, looked at me and Duanmu Qing and said thoughtfully: "That is a very beautiful girl. She seems to have a special aura about her. The little monk fell in love with her the first time he saw her.
She got it."
Duanmuqing and I looked at each other and knew that the little monk he was talking about was himself.
However, I wasn't very interested in his story. It's not that I'm heartless, because after just listening to the beginning, I could conclude that this must be another cliched love story.
Today's information is too developed, and we see and hear too many stories. It is difficult for anything to feel fresh anymore.
Duanmuqing shrugged at me. It was obvious that he was not very interested.
But now I have nothing to do, so I just listen to what he has to say.
"I knew I fell in love with her when I first saw her, and I also understood why Master said that my mortal heart was still intact.
Later, she often came to the temple to offer incense, and I also knew her identity. She was the daughter of the king at the foot of the mountain, named Jiu'er.
Although I knew her identity, I didn't dare to express my feelings because our identities were too different. She was a young lady from a wealthy family, while I was just a monk.
Until one day, her mother passed away and I was invited to her home to perform rituals.
She cried very sadly that day and knelt under the ginkgo tree."
Hearing his words, I raised my eyebrows, ginkgo tree.
There was a ginkgo tree in that villa, so that was probably the one he was talking about.
As for the Jiu'er he mentioned, she should be the mistress of that villa, or to be precise, her previous life.
"I was absent-minded that day, just looking at her. I wanted to comfort her and make her not be so sad, but I didn't dare to go there."
"Since then, she often came to the temple, and every time she knelt in front of the Buddha statue, with tears on her face. I knew that she was not happy.
Although his father was very rich, her mother was just a concubine, so she did not live a good life. The only mother who loved her passed away, and she became even more lonely and helpless."
When the man said this, he smiled lightly, and then said: "Finally one day, I couldn't help it anymore, rushed out from behind, and confided my feelings to her. That day, she didn't cry, but smiled.
, I will never forget her flower-like smile."
The man stopped here with a smile on his face, as if he was recalling the scene at that time.
"From that day on, we fell in love. She came to the temple every now and then. Those days were really wonderful days for me."
I couldn't help but sigh when I heard this. I already knew that what happened next was bound to be a tragedy.
Although the woman is the child of a concubine, she is the daughter of a wealthy family after all, and he is just a monk in the temple, a monk with nothing.
Their identities are not equal, so this love is destined to have a beautiful outcome.
Although it is very helpless, it is the fact.
Love exists in this world, but the foundation of love is based on a certain degree of reciprocity.
There is a certain truth in what the ancients said about being well-matched.
If the identities of men and women are not equal, then there is bound to be a bad ending.
"We fell in love like this for two years, until that day, she went up the mountain crying and told me that she was getting married. The marriage was appointed by her father and she had no way to refuse.
She cried for a long time on the mountain that day. I wanted to take her down the mountain with me to find a place where no one could find us, but she didn't agree. It wasn't that she didn't love me, but that she didn't dare.
Just like that, a month later, she got married, to a man from the next town. I watched her being carried away in a red sedan that day. My heart hurt at that time, it really hurt."
I glanced at him and felt a little sympathy for him.
It is indeed a very painful thing to watch the woman you love deeply marry someone else.
"After she got married, I couldn't let go because I really couldn't forget her, and I couldn't read Buddhist scriptures anymore.
So I made a decision, I grew my hair, returned to secular life, and became a teacher in that town.
I didn't expect to have anything more to do with her. I just wanted to stay by her side and get closer to her. After all, she was already someone else's wife.
One year later, she gave birth to a child, a little boy. Five years later, that little boy became my student. The child looked very much like her. Whenever I saw that child, I felt like I was seeing her."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but frown.
When a man tells a story, there is not too much emotion involved, he just tells it calmly, as if he is telling someone else's story.
To be honest, no matter how you look at it, this story is a bit bloody.
The woman he liked got married, but he remained infatuated with her and even became a teacher for her children.
By modern standards, this man is a total licker.
But I don't think so. This man is a very good man. He really likes that woman. This may be true love, a love that ordinary people don't understand.
