Far away in the Potala Palace in Lashi, Sang Teng was sitting in the central yang.
Except for the days when he needed to give lectures, he spent the rest of his time sitting here, chanting sutras and reciting Buddhist scriptures.
His level of hard work, even when he came to the Potala Palace with so many great masters, still made everyone look at him. Even if he did not reach the highest level in Buddhism, he still won everyone's respect.
Otherwise, he would not be able to make the rumors in the entire Plateau Province disappear with just one sentence. This is status. In this place, he has more say than those in politics, as Sang Ran said last year.
That's because this is Plateau Province.
He thinks here every day. Many people admire him and imitate his posture, looking at the sky at an angle of 45 degrees. Just like Socrates back then, his lips always move inadvertently.
But no one could hear clearly what he was saying.
There are no rumors, he keeps himself clean, and never marries in his life. This is the only thing that wins Zhe Yang in the hearts of others. How many people can bear the ascetic-like style? One year is enough, but ten years? Ten
Years are meaningless, so what about thirty years.
Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi.
Who would have thought that the stupid young man beside Zhe Yang more than thirty years ago would reach the position he has today.
A man ran in quickly and whispered something in his ear. Sang Teng was obviously stunned for a moment, and then after the man left, he sighed: "Master..."
The master and his wife are not here, so he has to buy all the New Year's goods by himself. It doesn't matter to him alone, but this is where his memories are preserved after all. He also wants to make this place better, not to mention taking care of the people on the mountain.
Master and others, bring them some daily necessities. It is very cold this season and they are not in good health. They still have to prepare the things that should be prepared.
For example, items to keep out the cold, such as fresh food, such as daily newspapers.
In the days a year ago, except for shopping and sleeping, he actually spent the rest of his time on the road, running...
Ever since Sonya left, I haven’t lived this kind of life for a long time. In the past, Sonya liked to drag him around the town, as if she would not give up until everyone knew about their feelings. She also gave this small town
It brought a lot of joy, so on the day Sonya left, most of the old people in the town came to see this girl who was always smiling off on her last journey.
People in this town are all loving.
Even if this rumor happened, he still thought so. When it was spread vividly in other places, everyone here did not laugh when they saw him. The same smile made him feel warm. It was a kind of warmth.
Encouragement, you can tell by the way you smile.
Just like when he wants to buy new year's goods, everyone will give him some while selling. The town is too small, and most people know each other, so they are more tolerant of each other. Only in a place like this can this really be done.
Only in this place, where the doors are open at night, can we truly and confidently say that the people who commit crimes here are all immigrants.
As long as he comes back here, Ye Yizhe is always happy.
So he didn't feel bored at all when traveling back and forth to the depths of the snow-capped mountains and the town every day. He would happily say hello to everyone he saw, and the recent events did not affect his attitude towards them at all.
"Yi Zi, you don't have to work so hard here, so don't come here these days."
Looking at Ye Yizhe running to White Horse Temple every day, Zhe Yang said kindly, he knew that if it weren't for his insistent request, Ye Yizhe would definitely want to live here. Except for the six months when he went to school, he had never left his home.
He understands the thoughts of this disciple beside him, but he also wants him to have his own life, a life that has nothing to do with him, and does not want him to be affected because of himself. Many times, his reputation is often an act that can easily drag people down.
Just like his son back then, he has been very clear about one thing since then. If his disciple wants to do something, he will let him do it, and he will also make a series of actions to prevent him from doing it.
Oppressed by his reputation.
It is not a good thing for elders to be too famous sometimes.
Zhe Yang has this attitude towards Ye Yizhe now. He knows every move he did in Jiangzhou. If these things are really brought to Plateau Province, even very friendly people like Mo Zhen will probably regard him as a god of plague.
From a personal perspective, it was simply a deviant act that he could not suppress. Simple people would only know that he was an executioner in the underworld.
He is also a killer.
How could he not know most of the things Ye Yizhe did?
"Master, the New Year's Eve is coming in a few days. Since you are preparing to be here, this place is no better than before, so we still have to have the flavor of the New Year. We still have to prepare for the new atmosphere like we did when we were on the mountain."
Ye Yizhe smiled and said, what he was talking about was when there were many people in Baima Temple in the past, many people would come every day, and as a Buddhist holy place, it is difficult to have the atmosphere of the New Year, and it is impossible to decorate it with lights like outside.
Maintaining the most dignified solemnity, so for him, it was not until he went to the mountain that he began to know what the New Year was and had that festive feeling.
When I was a child, I would always feel envious when I saw the scenes in other people's homes. I envied others for wearing colorful clothes and setting off firecrackers and fireworks. The emotion of being burdened by this kind of life was also developed since childhood. Otherwise, no matter how ignorant he is,
It is also impossible for him to urinate on the Buddha statue when he already knows some ways of human society. It is also a way of venting that he has had enough of this kind of life.
There is no one here now, and the very rigid senior brothers are not here either. The only ones left are masters. People like Mr. Lin don’t care about many external things, so his idea will not be insulted by others.
Zhe Yang did not agree with his suggestion: "It's enough now. If those people in the past saw it, I'm afraid they would have fallen out. Fortunately, no one is here at this time. But you still go back, and I will be in the valley every day.
It's not a good thing, if you have this time, you might as well go and spend some time with Sang Ran and the others, I think people will blame me in their hearts."
Later, it turned into an obviously teasing tone, which made Ye Yizhe couldn't help but cursed "this old man". Although he didn't know why he always disagreed with him doing this, Ye Yizhe, who had always been obedient, still hummed and said: "
Then I won’t prepare too much, so that I won’t disturb the tranquility here.”
According to his original idea, a group of fireworks and firecrackers were brought to this holy place so that Mr. Lin could see the splendid fireworks and enjoy the fireworks in the city. This old man who had been in White Horse Temple all his life, this was
The best reward for him.
"Ye Zi, you have grown up and matured. I am very pleased to see this. It's just that many times you worry too much about doing things, which is not good." Zhe Yang gently stroked Ye Yizhe's head and whispered, "Don't
It seems that my old man is older, but he still won't be entangled like you. If you think about it, just do it. Don't care about other people's thoughts or other people's attitudes. You are you, you are not someone else, and no one has the right to accuse you.
Everything, I hope you can pay attention to this, especially in those days when I am not with you."
Looking at Zhe Yang, who was rarely serious, Ye Yizhe always felt a little strange. Even if his previous master tried to reason with him, it was always in the middle of a lot of jokes. In his heart, the master had always been slovenly, and there was no need to be too respectful.
He feels like a naughty old boy, but today, he feels like a wise man who has seen through the vicissitudes of the world and wants to tell his disciples everything about him. At this time, he is more like Gongsun Zhishui at that time
The shock to him made him unable to joke even though he was used to making jokes, so he could only follow his tone.
"Well, I'll pay attention."
He knew that what the master said was indeed his problem. He liked to think everything through before acting, and often missed a lot of things.
I am accustomed to calculating the results in my mind many times and thinking through all the imaginable possibilities before making a decision. This is the most stable approach, but it is also an approach that is difficult to succeed.
He has no great courage, which is his biggest flaw.
Ye Yizhe's self-awareness is still very good.
"The me back then was just like you, so I lost the most important thing. If I had been more decisive at that time, I wouldn't be in the current situation."
Zheyang sighed and said, "But this is fine. I have you as my disciple, which can be regarded as a gift from God to me."
Ye Yizhe naturally knew what he was talking about. He was a senior brother he had never met before. The blow to the master was definitely not that big. Even if he was a living Buddha, he still had emotions and concerns of his own.
There are people who don't care what the so-called masters say and see through the world of mortals. Those are just the primary stages of Buddhism. They only see mountains, not mountains, and water, not water.
The master often told him that if they can really make progress, they will eventually return to this level of mountains and rivers, but many people cannot get past this level.
Enter the world, emerge from the world, and finally re-enter the world.
How many people can do this?
"Master, don't worry, I will work hard."
Ye Yizhe nodded and said, although he knew this was difficult, he would usually do what his master suggested. The master rarely gave him any suggestions. Most of the time, he just let him do whatever he wanted. Once he said something,
Every time, it always gave him a feeling of enlightenment, "It's just Master, why are you here at this time?"
Staring at Zhe Yang, trying to read something from his face.
Even to death, he would not believe that his master would come here just because of memories. If this is true, he can do this when he leaves Plateau Province. If it is because of the large number of people, then he will leave in Santen
He can come later.
If he comes in at this time, will it have nothing to do with what happened during this period?