"Remember, you can't talk nonsense after you go in, and you can't touch things randomly."
Five minutes later, Ye Fan, who had changed his clothes, was approved to enter the Zen room.
While leading Ye Fan forward, Zhuang Zhiruo reminded him a few words: "Otherwise, he will be shot to death by the Lord Lao Zhai in minutes."
"Thank you, senior sister, for reminding me, I will pay attention."
Ye Fan swept away the attitude he had just called Zhuang Zhiruo, and whispered to the woman: "Senior Sister Zhiruo is so nice. Not only is she more beautiful than the saint, but she has a better figure than her, but she is also very kind-hearted."
He flattered women: "In my eyes, my senior sister is the number one beauty of the younger generation of Cihangzhai."
"Stop giving me a slick mouth. When Lao Zhai hears it, he will definitely slap you in the mouth."
Zhuang Zhiruo gave Ye Fan a blank look, but her anger at Ye Fan dissipated, and she felt a little sweeter in her heart.
This is the first time someone says she is better than the teacher's concubine.
Even if it was a lie of kindness, she felt happy at this moment.
"Um!"
Ye Fan just stepped in with Zhuang Zhiruo, and felt refreshed and indescribable.
The inaudible sound of Buddha, the faint sandalwood, and the Buddha statue with a gentle smile all made Ye Fan unable to express his comfort.
Black tiles, blue bricks, white walls, and simple colors give people endless peace.
This Zen room is 50 square meters and has good lighting.
The golden sunlight filtered by bamboo leaves shines in from the clear skylight and becomes soft and mottled.
There is a bed, a table, a chair, and a bookshelf in the house.
There are many Buddhist books on the bookshelf, and the edges have been rolled up, which shows that they have been flipped over countless times.
In front of the Buddha statue in the Zen room, there is a futon placed.
An old man holding Buddhist beads sat on the futon.
She was wearing a white robe, with her bell shoes, Chini, and a matte head. She was very clean and tidy.
But perhaps it was because of the aging aura, her face, her eyebrows, and her mouth and nose were all shriveled.
The wrinkles on her face added a sense of unforgiving time.
There is no doubt that this is the Lord Lao Zhai.
When Zhuang Zhiruo saw the old master closing his eyes and muttering something, she stood quietly beside him without disturbing him.
Ye Fan also patiently waited for Lao Zhai to finish his homework.
I don’t know how long it took, but the Master Lao Zhai stopped the scriptures in his mouth and the Buddhist beads in his hand stopped rotating.
Zhuang Zhiruo hurriedly said softly: "Master, Ye Fan brings it!"
"Um!"
Hearing Zhuang Zhiruo's report, Lao Zhai Lord slowly opened his narrow eyes.
"Swoosh!"
It was these eyes, these opened eyes, that shocked Ye Fan's body instantly.
He felt everything in the house shiny.
A tenacious vitality spread the darkness and all the vicissitudes of the house.
Every brick, every grass, every tree, every bed and a chair, all dissipated the dusk air and burst into vitality.
They seem to have suddenly gained dignity and life, which makes people dare not trample on them at will.
Even Ye Fan put away his gaze.
The Master Lao Zhai said lightly: "Doctor Ye, I haven't seen you for a year. Is your original intention still there?"
Ye Fan smiled: "Never change."
The old master narrowed his eyes: "Never change?"
"This year, Doctor Ye swept across the country, with countless beauties and children, and his wealth and glory are like shadows."
She smiled faintly: "The silver needle in her hand is probably already abandoned."
"The silver needle in my hand didn't move much, but it doesn't mean that my original intention has changed."
Ye Fan responded loudly: "It doesn't mean that there are fewer patients I have treated."
"On the contrary, the acupuncture methods, prescriptions, and Huayimen and Jin Zhilin who taught me, saved a hundred and a thousand times the patients I used to be."
"In the past, I treated an average of 30 patients a day, and I was exhausted a year and I was only 10,000 patients."
"But now, one Jinzhilin can treat two hundred patients, and fifty Jinzhilins benefit ten thousand people a day."
"The number of Chinese medicine children who have learned my acupuncture and patients who have received favors such as Hongyan Baiyao is probably even more amazing."
"This is just like the Lord Lao Zhai. The Lord Lao Zhai cannot save a patient a year, but who can say that the Lord Lao Zhai is not saving all living beings?"
"Isn't your disciples inheriting your medical and martial arts and promoting them? Isn't it considered that the Lord Lao Zhai's kindness as before?"
"As for sweeping across the country, it's just that the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop."
"Wealth and glory are just my part."
"The beauty and sweet baby are even more misunderstood by the owner of Lao Zhai."
"Ye Fan now has only one fiancée, that is Song Hongyan."
Thinking of the understanding woman far away in Hengcheng, Ye Fan's face became a little more gentle.
“Only one fiancee?
Yeah?"
The owner of Lao Zhai looked at Ye Fan calmly and unceremoniously revealed the past: "When you were asking for blood a year ago, your beloved woman was Tang Ruoxue."
"I still remember you said that if she died of blood loss, you would die with her and the child."
"Why haven't you seen each other for a year? I've changed another fiancée?"
She asked back with a needle hidden in the cotton: "Is your sea so worthless?"
"When I came to Cihangzhai to ask for blood, the person I loved was indeed Tang Ruoxue."
Ye Fan did not avoid this question: "It's just that feelings will change, and people will grow."
"I was once grateful to Tang Ruoxue for his kindness, so I was willing to give everything for her."
"I am willing to give my dignity, my face, my wealth, and even my life."
"But I suddenly realized that my humility will not only not make her happy for the rest of her life, but will instead make her lose herself and become unreasonable."
"So when I knew she was pretending to fall the child and I couldn't change her, I knew I needed to leave."
He added: "Otherwise, she will do something more cruel and terrifying sooner or later."
The old master said lightly: "How do you know that you can't change her?"
"Because of my former tolerance and unscrupulous pleasing, she has already made her preconceived ideas about me."
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "She will never be wrong in front of her, she will never lose, and she will never compromise."
"This means that I can't change her any more, but it will arouse her to do something more outrageous."
"This also made me realize that excessive efforts are harmful rather than love!"
Ye Fan sighed: "Worry comes from love, and fear comes from love. If you are separated from love, there will be no worries or fear."
The Lord Lao Zhai had a little more light in his eyes: "How can you be the one who is separated from your love?"
Ye Fan whispered softly: "There is no self, no human appearance, no sentient beings, no life-long appearance, is the one who is free from love."
"There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation, long-lasting resentment, no seeking, and no letting go!"
The master of Lao Zhai pinched the Buddhist bead and asked Ye Fan: "Dare you ask Doctor Ye, how can you have no self, no form, no desire or demand?"
"Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal human feelings."
Ye Fan took the topic without hesitation: "When time comes, no one can escape, why keep it in mind?"
"Since you can't let go, why bother force me to let go?"
"Since you can't get it, why bother to force yourself to rob me?"
"Since the resentment lasts for a long time, why worry about it?"
"Since you love to part, why not forget it?"
"You are just as you please, just be as you please, just be as you like."
This is also Ye Fan’s current mentality towards Tang Ruoxue. He doesn’t love, hate, be foolish, or complain, and let everything go.
The corner of Lao Zhai's mouth curled up a curve: "Why is it easy for people in the world to do nothing?
How can I get there in my heart?”
"You have paid so much for Tang Ruoxue, and you still owe me a favor, maybe even a life."
She asked back: "Can you be so calm?
Don’t have any resentment towards Tang Ruoxue?”
Ye Fan shook his head gently: "Sow this kind of cause and harvest this kind of result. If you don't love now, you don't love it, but if you once loved her, you are true love."
"The efforts I made in the past were indeed my sincere and regretless efforts."
Ye Fan was very frank: "So there is nothing to hate and regret."
"I have some Huigen, Zhiruo, prepare another meal at noon!"
The old master narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Fan: "Let Ye Fan have dinner with me..." "Bang!"
Ye Fan knelt down with a loud plop and shouted to Lao Zhai, "Thank you, you are treating me and teaching me again. Now you have to treat me to dinner."
"Ye Fan has nothing to repay, so he can only call you Master."
"In the future, you will be Ye Fan's mentor. You will go through fire and water and die..." Ye Fan hugged his thighs directly: "Master!"
"Bang--" Lao Zhai Master shook Ye Fan more than ten meters away: "Come out!"