"Remember, you can't talk nonsense or touch things after you go in."
Five minutes later, Ye Fan, who had changed his clothes, was allowed to enter the Zen room.
While Zhuang Zhiruo led Ye Fan forward, she warned him a few words: "Otherwise, the old owner will slap him to death in minutes."
"Thank you, senior sister, for reminding me. I will pay attention to it."
Ye Fan brushed off the attitude of quarreling with Zhuang Zhiruo just now, and smiled softly against the woman:
"Senior Sister Zhiruo is so kind. Not only is she more beautiful and has a better figure than the Saint, she is also very kind-hearted."
He flattered the woman: "In my eyes, senior sister is the number one beauty among the younger generation of Cihangzhai."
"Stop being so glib. If the old master hears this, he will slap you in the mouth."
Zhuang Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Ye Fan, but her anger towards Ye Fan dissipated, and she felt a little sweeter in her heart.
This is the first time someone said she is prettier than the concubine.
Even if it was a white lie, she felt happy at the moment.
"Um!"
As soon as Ye Fan followed Zhuang Zhiruo and stepped in, he felt refreshed and indescribably refreshed.
The inaudible Buddha's voice, the faint presence of sandalwood, and the Buddha statue with a gentle smile all made Ye Fan feel indescribably comfortable.
Black tiles, blue bricks, white walls, and simple colors give people an endless sense of tranquility.
This Zen room is fifty square meters and has good lighting.
The golden sunlight filtered by bamboo leaves shines in from the clear skylight, becoming 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, showing that they have been read countless times.
There is a futon placed in front of the Buddha statue in the Zen room.
Sitting on the futon is an old man holding Buddhist beads.
Wearing a white robe, climbing shoes, a chini, and a moptop, she is very clean and tidy.
But maybe it's because of her age, her face, eyebrows, mouth and nose are all shriveled up.
The wrinkles on her face gave her an air of age.
There is no doubt that this is the old master.
Zhuang Zhiruo saw the old owner with his eyes closed and mumbling words, so she stood quietly beside him without disturbing him.
Ye Fan also waited patiently for the old master to finish his homework.
I don’t know how long it took, but the old master stopped chanting the scriptures and stopped turning the beads in his hand.
Zhuang Zhiruo hurriedly whispered: "Master, Ye Fan has brought it!"
"Um!"
After hearing Zhuang Zhiruo's report, the old owner slowly opened his narrow eyes.
"Whoosh!"
It was these eyes, these opened eyes that made Mark's body shake instantly.
He felt that everything in the house became shiny.
A tenacious vitality opened up the darkness and all the vicissitudes of life in the house.
Every brick, every tile, every plant, every tree, every bed, every chair has all lost its twilight atmosphere and is blooming with vitality.
They seem to suddenly have dignity and life, making people dare not trample on them at will.
Even Ye Fan stopped looking at him.
The old master said calmly: "Mr. Ye, I haven't seen you for a year. Do you still have your original intention?"
Ye Fan smiled: "Never changes."
The old owner narrowed his eyes: "Never changes?"
"This year, Miracle Doctor Ye swept across the country, with countless beauties and babies, and wealth and splendor followed him everywhere."
She smiled faintly: "I'm afraid the silver needle in my hand has been wasted long ago."
"The silver needle in my hand hasn't moved much, but it doesn't mean that my original intention has changed."
Ye Fan responded loudly: "It doesn't mean that I treat fewer patients."
"On the contrary, the acupuncture and prescriptions I taught and the Chinese medical school Jin Zhilin saved patients a hundred times and a thousand times more than I used to."
"In the past, I treated an average of thirty patients a day, and even if I worked tirelessly for a year, I could only treat ten thousand patients."
"But now, one Jinzhilin can treat two hundred patients, and fifty Jinzhilin can benefit 10,000 people a day."
"If you count the Chinese medical disciples who have learned my acupuncture techniques and the patients who have benefited from the beauty and white medicine, the number is even more astonishing."
"This is the same as the old Zhaizhu. The old Zhaizhu can't save one patient a year, but who can say that the old Zhaizhu doesn't save all sentient beings?"
"Your disciples, disciples, and grandsons will inherit your medical skills and carry them forward. Doesn't it mean that the old master's kindness is still as good as before?"
"As for sweeping across the north and south of the Yangtze River, it's just that the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop."
"Wealth and glory are just my share."
"The beautiful girl was misunderstood by the old owner."
"Ye Fan only has one fiancée now, and that is Song Hongyan."
Thinking of the considerate woman far away in Hengcheng, Ye Fan's face showed a touch of tenderness.
"Only one fiancée? Really?"
The old owner looked at Ye Fan calmly and unceremoniously revealed the past events:
"When you begged for blood a year ago, the woman you loved was Tang Ruoxue."
"I still remember you said that if she bleeds to death, you will die with her and the child."
"Why did you find a new fiancée after not seeing each other for a year?"
Hiding a needle in her cotton wool, she asked back: "Is your life so worthless?"
"When I first came to Cihangzhai to beg 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 for Tang Ruoxue's kindness, and I was willing to give everything for her."
"I am willing to sacrifice my dignity, my face, my wealth, and even my life for her."
"But I suddenly discovered that my humbleness would not only fail to make her happy throughout her life, but would actually make her lose herself and become unreasonable."
"So when I found out she was throwing the baby and there was nothing I could do to change her, I knew I needed to leave."
He added: "Otherwise she will do something more cruel and terrifying sooner or later."
The old owner said calmly: "How do you know you can't change her?"
"Because of my past tolerance and bottomless desire to please, she has already had a preconceived idea of me."
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "She will never be wrong, never lose, and never compromise."
"This means that I can no longer change her at all. Instead, it will provoke her to rebel and do even more outrageous things."
"This also made me realize that excessive giving is harmful to love, not love!"
Ye Fan sighed: "From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. If you are separated from the one you love, there will be no worries and no fear."
The old master's eyes had a glimmer of light: "How can I be separated from the one I love?"
Ye Fan said softly: "Without the appearance of self, the appearance of no one, the absence of the appearance of living beings, and the appearance of a person without lifespan, he is one who is separated from love."
"There are eight hardships in life: birth, old age, illness, death, love, separation, resentment, long-term pursuit, and never let go!"
The old owner held the Buddhist beads and asked Ye Fan: "May I ask Dr. Ye, how can I have no self, no appearance, no desires and no pursuits?"
"Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature."
Ye Fan took over the topic without hesitation:
"No one can escape when the time comes, so why bother keeping it in mind?"
"If you can't let it go, why bother forcing it to let it go?"
“If you can’t get what you want, why bother taking it by force?”
"Since the resentment lasts forever, why bother worrying about it?"
"Since we love separation, why not forget it?"
"Just take it easy and follow your heart and nature."
This is also Ye Fan's attitude towards Tang Ruoxue now. He doesn't love, hate, infatuate or complain, let everything take its course.
The corner of Old Zhaizhu's mouth curled up:
"Why is it so easy for people in the world to do nothing? How can they reach it in their hearts?"
"You have paid so much for Tang Ruoxue, and you still owe me a favor, maybe even your life."
She asked back: "How can you deal with it so calmly? Don't you have any resentment towards Tang Ruoxue?"
Ye Fan shook his head gently: "Sowing is the cause, and reaping is the fruit. If you don't love her now, you don't love her, but loving her once was also true love."
"My efforts in the past were indeed my sincere efforts without any regrets."
Ye Fan was very honest: "So there is nothing to hate or regret."
"You have some wisdom, Zhiruo, prepare an extra meal for lunch!"
The old owner of the restaurant narrowed his eyes and looked at Mark: "Let Mark eat with me..."
"Bang!"
Ye Fan knelt down with a loud thud and shouted to the old owner:
"Thank you, old master, for treating me and teaching me, and now you want to invite me to dinner."
"Ye Fan has nothing to repay, I can only call you master."
"From now on, you will be Mark's mentor. You will go through fire and water, and you will never give up..."
Ye Fan hugged his thigh directly: "Master!"
"Bang--"
The old owner of the restaurant knocked Ye Fan out more than ten meters:
