Chapter 1: It is also the direction of my heart. Even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets.
Fanyin Temple, Mirror Terrace
The colorful cassocks are projected on the huge stone platform like a mirror, reflecting brilliant light.
The skylight, clouds and shadows linger together, and on the mirror stand, it looks like a sparkling lake.
The old monk with white beard and hair sat on the mirror platform, twirling his rosary beads and reciting scriptures in a low voice.
From the mountains in the distance, there was a clear and distant sound of ringing bells, as well as the sound of chanting Sanskrit in unison, solemn and distant.
The mountains are filled with mist, luxuriant green trees, and prosperous spiritual power, making it feel like a fairyland.
After the old monk finished reciting the sutra, he slowly opened his eyes. Instead of the turbidity and darkness of the old man, they were still bright and clear, full of boundless wisdom.
"Wujiang, why are you kneeling here?"
Behind him, under the mirror, the young monk in snow-white cassocks had been kneeling for a long time, but there was no trace of impatience on his handsome face.
Upon hearing the question, Wujiang immediately said: "If you have any doubts, please ask Master to clarify them."
"What doubts do you have?" Master Du'e asked compassionately, looking at the most proud disciple in his life with joy.
Fanyin Temple has had the most outstanding disciples for thousands of years, with extremely high talents and profound understanding. With such a disciple, even a master like Master Du'e, who has nothing in common with all four elements, would feel proud.
Wujiang lowered his head and said unspeakably: "Disciple... was deceived by beauty."
Master Du'e was startled, and stopped moving his rosary beads, "Why?"
"Dreams from the ancient world, the disciple was in the dream, with a woman..." Wujiang closed his eyes, and there seemed to be a wavering look on his pure face.
"Hey..." Master Du'e suddenly sighed, "Amitabha, cause and effect in the world are all destined, and what is supposed to come will always come."
"The disciple is puzzled."
Master Du'e said: "You have a calamity in your life. This calamity will follow you from life to life. This life will be the end. If you can survive this calamity, you can achieve Bodhi and become a Buddha."
"Master, what you mean is that she will be the disaster for the disciples in all their lifetimes?" Wujiang looked at the old but wise master on the mirror stage.
But in his mind, a smiling face appeared involuntarily, with a bit of cunning and innocence.
Disaster... life after life...
"Amitabha." Master Du'e shouted the Buddha's name, as if he couldn't bear it.
"This disciple is still confused and unable to liberate himself. Please ask Master to help this disciple liberate himself."
"This is your disaster. I can't help you." Master Du'e shook his head, looking a little old.
"Wujiang, you have to go through this calamity by yourself. She is a high wall in your Buddhist path. It is built in your heart. When you can cross this high wall one day, you can see the kind face of Buddha."
Wujiang listened blankly, the light reflected on the mirror table cast into his eyes, still confused.
High wall... Hua Xi?
Why would she stand in his heart?
"Master, what should I do as a disciple?" Wujiang asked confused.
Master Du'e looked at this young closed disciple, his eyes full of kindness and love.
How he hopes to cultivate a true Buddha, with all four elements empty and a heart like a lotus.
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The second volume is called "Feng Yue Bao Jian". This mirror in Dream of Red Mansions has two sides. One side can reflect the beauties and their beauty, so this volume will have more emotional scenes. Please continue to support me.
Please continue... happily... entangled with the male protagonist... He has obviously... appeared...
