The 391st chapter is like a flame, born from craving
Everything is pure and quiet——
After the sound of the flute stopped, it seemed as if there was a white crane hanging in the lonely sky for a long time, piercing the layers of water vapor reflected by the lamps and candles, with its feathers as light as snow and unstained by dust.
There was no more sound in the huge garden, and even the arrogant aristocratic family members held their breath carefully, fearing that their own breath would cover the last melody and disturb the cold silence played by the flute player.
Xie Fanjing raised her face in silence. She only felt that the last sound of the flute was extremely light and light, pure and transparent. When it slowed down, it was like the whimpering of a forest deer, gently caressed by the lonely mountain breeze.
Touch your earlobe.
Gorgeous, yet solitary...
In the trembling final voice, her memory seemed to be extending.
We can go back to the flowers and water in the dark forest, we can go back to the night when all the starlight was extinguished, we can even go back to the early morning in Yakumo City, the small teahouse where the morning mist and heat mixed together.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.
She saw that the original indifference in the monk's eyes, all the joking, all the supposed joking and condescending insouciance had disappeared... Lonely and calm. In front of her was a pair of gentle and lonely eyes, and he was playing the flute quietly.
, the smoke in the eyes dispersed little by little in the final sound.
One is a distant and indifferent god, the other is a lonely and gentle man.
They are obviously the same person, but they have two completely unfamiliar eyes.
god.
with people...
"well!"
Looking up in the silence, a laughter suddenly sounded softly, breaking the silence. At this moment, it was like a bright scarlet knife cutting through the frost in the air.
People turned their heads in the direction of the laughter, only to see a beautiful woman wearing a phoenix crown on her head, smiling and high-fiving. She smiled in the graceful candle light, and her eyebrows were as light as the distant mountains.
"Yandi almsgiver." Wu Ming put down his flute and put his hands together in salute.
"Master, do you also know my name?" The woman wearing the phoenix crown smiled.
"Since you come to the host's house as a guest, the poor monk will naturally remember the due etiquette." Wu Ming was stunned: "Isn't this what you should do?"
"Maybe."
Yan Di responded without comment. She walked up to Wu Ming, then picked up the flute lying across the table and looked at it carefully for a long time.
What she picked up was an ordinary bamboo flute, which can be seen everywhere in the market. The bamboo pattern is fine, the tube is straight and round, and it has a thin halo of light green like smoke.
"Master, is he also proficient in phonology? I thought you monks just eat fast and chant Buddha's name all day long."
"Otherwise, in fact, Buddhism also has the story of Miao Le Tian Palace." Wu Ming clasped his hands and said: "When the poor monk was young, he was troubled by heart disease, which was difficult to cure with medicine and stone. The teacher said that music theory can nourish the body and calm the mind, so he learned to play the flute.
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"Nurture your body and calm your mind?" Yan Di raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
She thought of the lonely and pure flute sound just now, slowly soaked in the moonlight, as if frost was falling from the sky little by little, and piled up to the height of the water pavilion. At that moment, even she felt the coldness to her bones.
The icy coldness.
Just like watching the rain in Wutong Tower when she was a child, she sighed quietly from the small eaves, watching the autumn wind blowing the dry and hard dead leaves into fragmented and fragmented shapes... The white, canopy-like rain fell from the sky.
When you get down, moist water vapor rises inch by inch in the soil, making your hands and feet cold.
"The sound of the master's flute is cold and airy. Although it is a rare good tune, it cannot be regarded as a way to maintain health."
Yan Di looked at the monk in white standing quietly under the pillars of the pavilion, his plain white monk's sleeves and robe gently swaying, as if melting into the plain white moonlight outside the pavilion.
She suddenly smiled and then said:
"You are a disciple of the Southern Zen Sect, and you are also known as the number one in 'perception'. With such a great future, do you still have any dissatisfaction? The sadness in your flute sound can be heard even by ordinary people who are not familiar with music.
Listen clearly."
"Are you dissatisfied..."
In response to the woman's question, Wuming was silent for a moment.
In the pavilion near the shore, a girl in red was waving her hands to her. Her red dress burned like fire and was as bright as a peach blossom tree.
A trace of bitterness and struggle flashed through Wu Ming's eyes, and he finally lowered his head in self-mockery:
"The so-called dissatisfaction is nothing more than the unavailability of the past, the unavailability of the present, and the unavailability of the future... Isn't this the case with everything in the world?"
He realized that he had lost his composure, and he shouldn't have, but the bitterness and sadness in his heart still came out through the sound of the flute, turning into cold crystals and splashing in all directions...
He really hates the word choice. It's like forcing people to make decisions. No matter how you choose, it means you are destined to give up one side, and then run to the other side without looking back. You can never look back, and even your nostalgia is just silent.
of……
In a daze, two sounds kept buzzing in my ears, like two swarms of buzzing bees, making the whole world buzz.
So stupid, so stupid, so stupid! Why can’t you even sew a purse?!
——Dignify your body so that all sentient beings are no different from me.
Today I will take you to climb the mountain, the highest mountain in Jiuzhang City!
——The mind should not be attached to the past, the mind should not be attached to the sounds, fragrances, and touching the Dharma, and the attachment to the non-rebirth should be attached to it.
Look, look, you are still suitable for wearing white, black clothes are so ugly!
——If the mind is dirty, all living beings will be dirty; if the mind is pure, all living beings will be pure.
I will make a lot of money in the future, so much that everyone will be afraid! Then I can reluctantly give you a little, but since you have accepted my money, you will be my number one general manager. Whoever disobeys me, you
Just help me kill him with money!
——All actions are impermanent, all dharmas are selfless, and Nirvana is pure.
Hello, monk...
——Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and he survived all the hardships.
Come over here, put your ears over, come over a little bit, don’t hide! Don’t hide! I won’t beat you now!
——Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color.
"Hey." A soft and soft voice sounded softly, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him stubbornly, and said reluctantly: "I seem to like you, what should I do?"
The sounds of memories stopped abruptly.
In the darkness that seemed so long, Wuming heard his own voice answering:
"Amitabha……"
My head hurts more and more, and it feels like it's about to burst.
Wuming almost forgot that he was in Qingliang Palace, in the center of the Water Pavilion, surrounded by countless people... He just felt sad and wanted to cry loudly.
He really hated the word choice, but he had to make a choice again.
Is it Buddha or marriage?
How should he choose? How should he choose?
In fact, I already have the answer deep in my heart. I already had the answer from the beginning. But every time I think of those evenings full of summer light and those times when we cuddled together, I always hesitate.
"A person who loves lust is like holding a torch. If he walks against the wind, his hands will be burned."
The teacher's instructions before going down the mountain were only vague.
At this moment, when he was silently watching Xiaoqiu jumping around, something suddenly broke into his heart, like a bell being struck hard:
"From love comes sorrow, from sorrow comes fear. If we are separated from love, why worry and fear?"
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The whole place was dressed in elegant clothes, like thousands of white cranes about to lift up. Although the young masters of the aristocratic family were puzzled by Wu Ming's brief silence and absent-mindedness, the scene quickly became lively again after deliberately making friends.
Surrounded by what seemed like thousands of people, Xie Fanjing looked at that gentle, somewhat silent face, and finally mustered up the courage to quietly step forward.
"My name is Xie Fanjing." She raised her head and spoke to the monk with some shyness in front of everyone:
