Wang Wanzhi suddenly opened her majestic eyes and said with a smile: "How can people compare with each other?"
Yan Yu smiled and said: "What if we have to compare?" As he said this, he asked and answered himself: "They are all old men."
Wang Wanzhi smiled and said: "If we have to compare, it's not about moral character and talent, but we can also compare people with different personalities."
Yan Yu is looking forward to it. She likes the way the young lady talks about Mr. Yuan Jing. Only at this time will she act like a girl and an ordinary woman.
Wang Wanzhi smiled and said: "Master Zhengjue is a Buddhist master. He is no different from other old monks who have devoted themselves to practicing Buddhism for decades. He never strays from the Buddha's verses. He often teaches as a teacher and sincerely hopes to save the world with compassion.
, not deliberately, but have developed this habit, so talking to them will often feel boring and boring unless they are dedicated to pursuing Buddhism."
Yan Yu asked: "Miss, do you feel bored?"
Wang Wanzhi asked back: "I almost fell asleep because of what he said, what do you think?"
Yan Yu chuckled, "Is it because Master Zhengjian is an old man? If he were a disciple of Master Zhengjian, would it be better if he became wiser?"
Wang Wanzhi said with a smile: "This has nothing to do with age. Although the host of Zhengjian is known as a master, his practice of Buddhism has been cultivated for decades. If he really has enlightenment, he can become a Buddha in one moment. The Buddha is in enlightenment.
It is not just hard work that can lead to the right path. According to my opinion, relying on the wisdom of the master, one will become a master of right view in the future."
Yan Yu felt dizzy and asked, "Are we talking about it or not?"
Wang Wanzhi chuckled, "I am a human being. I respect and admire Buddha, but I cannot get along with him. Master Hui Liao is a member of the Buddhist sect and has a Buddha's heart and nature. I have a secular heart and can only have a brief taste of it.
"
Yan Yu finally understood. After so many compliments, he still couldn't talk, so he asked: "What about Mr. Yuan Jing?"
Wang Wanzhi pondered for a long time without uttering a word. His gaze became far-reaching, as if he was slowly sketching the image of this old friend in his mind.
I don't know how long it took, but Yan Yu called out "Miss" softly. Wang Wanzhi just came back to her senses and said with a smile on her lips: "Mr. Yuan Jing is a common man."
Yan Yu was surprised. Is this a compliment or a derogation? Of course it is a compliment!
But that's not always the case, the young lady is not an ordinary person. Sometimes she admires someone in her heart, but she has to say a few words of disparagement. Sometimes she feels indifferent to someone, but she still has to say a few words of praise.
Wang Wanzhi smiled and said: "I am also a vulgar person, a vulgar person with a cold face and a cold heart."
Yan Yu smiled and said: "Miss, if you are a vulgar person, how many elegant people are there in this world?"
Wang Wanzhi chuckled: "Elegance may not necessarily be true elegance, and elegance may not be free from vulgarity. People are human beings, and life is just daily life. No matter how elegant a person is, they cannot escape from basic necessities of life. They have three meals a day. If they say they are true elegance, it is nothing more."
It’s just putting on a mask to deceive yourself and others.”
Yan said "oh", half understanding.
Wang Wanzhi continued: "Mr. Yuan Jing and I have known each other through writing, and have become friends with common interests. His customs are close to the market, and his customs are true and just right. We are like acquaintances in the market, chatting and gossiping.
It will make you feel bored, and you don’t need a word of warning.”
As Wang Wanzhi spoke, he showed a relaxed and comfortable expression without realizing it.
Yan Yu asked: "There must be many people like this in the world. Maybe Miss will meet another Mr. Yuan Jing in the future."
In Yan Yu's opinion, Mr. Yuan Jing is an old man after all, but the young lady is in her prime, so he should be a good young man who is full of knowledge and a little tacky to match her.
Wang Wanzhi smiled softly: "You probably can't understand this kind of companionship and growth. It's just like between you and me. You like liveliness and I like silence. Although there are many differences between us, it doesn't prevent us from talking about anything. If it weren't for you to accompany me,
After so many years, I am afraid that I will not be able to say a word when we meet each other. Mr. Yuan Jing is a mark of my cardamom years. In my cold, arrogant, lonely and boring years, he told me many people and things that I have never seen before.
He brings a lot of childishness to him. Even if we meet someone like him again in the future, it won’t be Mr. Yuan Jing. Mr. Yuan Jing is the only person in the world who is irreplaceable."
Yan Yu smiled and said: "Miss, why do you two old men seem to be childhood sweethearts?"
Wang Wanzhi was surprised when he heard this, and suddenly smiled and said: "I can't argue with what you said. Mr. Yuanjing actually likes to talk about some strange things that I have never heard of or seen. Maybe as people get older, they reminisce about their childhood."
Wang Wanzhi suddenly turned around and said, "In any case, compared to the Buddhist principles taught by Master Zhengjian, I prefer to listen to the shit-and-pee talk that Mr. Yuan Jing talks about from time to time."
When Yan Yu heard the words, he couldn't help but let out an "ah" sound. He felt extremely uncomfortable when the word "shit, butt and piss" came out of the young lady's mouth. He said in disbelief: "Did Mr. Yuan Jing also say... these things?" Yan Yu, a woman,
These three words are really hard to say.
Wang Wanzhi chuckled: "I don't talk about it often, but I talk about it sometimes."
Yan Yu said displeasedly: "Mr. Yuan Jing is really old and disrespectful. How can you mention this to young lady?"
Wang Wanzhi smiled heartily, "He regards me as an old man. The two old men have known each other for a long time. What's wrong with saying this? On the contrary... on the contrary..."
Wang Wanzhi's tone became softer as he spoke: "On the contrary, one day I couldn't say it. Fang hated that he said too little in the first place."
Yan Yu knew that the young lady was worried. She was afraid that on the day they met, the old-young friendship would end in shock, so she comforted her, "Miss, I can't. Isn't Mr. Yuan Jing a common man?"
Wang Wanzhi responded: "He is just a common person."
"As I talk, I miss him a little bit again."
Mr. Yuan Jing has not received a letter for more than two months. Although he has not replied for a long time before, it has never been so long. Is he sick or...
There was a sudden "neigh" from the horses, and the carriage suddenly stopped. The two people in the carriage swayed slightly. Yan Yu was about to go out to see what was going on, but was stopped by Wang Wanzhi, who signaled to wait for a while.
However, just as they reached Lumen, they almost collided with an oncoming gorgeous carriage. Fortunately, both parties reined in their horses in time and did not collide.
In fact, the Lumen road is wide, and the two carriages can still pass in the opposite direction smoothly. However, this gorgeous carriage is driving in the middle of the road, and the speed is very fast, as if it will collide directly.
The carriage on Wang Wanzhi's side was moving at a slower speed. He reined in the horse lightly and stopped. When the other party forcibly reined in the horse, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in Chinese clothes who was sitting in the carriage rolled out of the carriage and fell to the ground.
A cry of pain.
The groom quickly got out of the car and asked with concern: "Master, are you okay?" He pointed angrily at Wang Wanzhi and said angrily: "How do you drive? Don't you have eyes?"
Right and wrong were clear at a glance. Wang Wanzhi's horseman said: "I wonder how the carriages and horses in this Lumen can go so fast, and who should I blame if I fall?"
