1014. Chapter 1014 Lost in the River of Forgetfulness [3]
A mirror will not create likes or dislikes based on the beauty or ugliness of an object. If the object is removed, the mirror will not retain the image of the object inside, and if it is in the dark, the mirror will not reflect anything. The mirror has no consciousness, can the mind
Is it also like a mirror?”
Hua Xi looked at him blankly, shocked beyond words by what he said.
Buddhists often say: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust.
But in his case, the Buddha's wisdom was so easily broken.
He was not supposed to be in the world of mortals, but he fell deeper into it than anyone else.
In fact, there is something wrong with the Buddha. The mirror is clearly a dead object, but it is used to compare the human heart.
It took the Buddha tens of thousands of years to see through all the great wisdom in the world, but Wujiang, who was only seventeen years old, couldn't see through it at all, and he couldn't understand it at all.
Seeing her staring at him blankly, Wujiang lowered his head, feeling a little guilty.
In the past, he would not have thought there was anything wrong with having his mind like a mirror. Master taught him that his mind was like a mirror stand and his body was like a bodhi tree.
He thought he could do it. Before he met her, he also thought he could become a Buddha.
"Do you remember that you told me about the mirror called 'Fengyue Treasure Mirror'?" Hua Xi whispered, "The soft world you see is just one side of the mirror, and the other side..."
"I have seen the other side of the mirror a long time ago." Wujiang murmured, "When I saw you as a demon in Fanyin Temple, I knew that the Buddha allowed me to see the other side of Fengyue Baojian in advance.
But I still haven’t understood it.”
Hua Xi's dark eyes moved slightly and said, "That's because you didn't see clearly."
"Then how can I see clearly?" Wujiang asked blankly.
"You see, we are now in the ghost world, a place where all the undead come. Human life is so short, birth, old age, illness and death. Everyone will come here to enter the reincarnation, drink Meng Po soup, and forget their past lives."
Hua Xi said, looking at Wujiang quietly.
"In the next life, everything in this life will be forgotten. It only lasts a few hundred years. Why should you be so persistent and make yourself fall into painful choices?"
"In this life..." Wujiang smiled mockingly to himself. His handsome features were still so clean in the darkness.
He just lost his mind for a moment, and he can fully realize it.
"If this life is so short, why should I be separated from you? Maybe I won't be able to meet you in the next life..." He whispered.
"Boundless!" Hua Xi suddenly stood up, "There is a river of forgetfulness between you and me. This river flows endlessly. You are on the other side and I am on this side. We can never meet.
of!"
"Then I'll go to your side."
"Why are you so naive!" Hua Xi said loudly, "Have you never thought that I don't like you at all?"
Wujiang stared at her blankly, the expression on his face was so hasty, and deep in his eyes, he suddenly felt so painful...
"I don't like you!" Hua Xi gritted her teeth and said coldly and ruthlessly, "I like Chongxi, and I want to be his divine queen! How do you compare with Chongxi? You are just a little monk!"
He looked at her innocently, his heart throbbing tightly.
He pressed his chest, feeling so painful for the first time in his life.
It hurts...Hua Xi, don't say such things again...
"You are a demon..." He murmured, with such a simple mind, she is a demon, and Chongxi is a god!
