She remembered that the last time she was joking with Xiao Chengyi, he mentioned the word "monasticism". At that time, her emotions suddenly became uncontrollable. It turned out that there was a reason.
Mu Yun'an was lying on the stone and crying more and more. The young monk couldn't bear to see her crying so miserably and said: "Donor woman, please don't cry. Have you encountered any difficulties? I will take you to see my master.
, he is very powerful, let’s go.”
The young monk pulled her towards the back hill of the temple. Mu Yun'an just let him pull her along, no matter where she was going.
When they reached the top of the back mountain, the young monk hurried over and said, "Master, Master, I met a female donor who was crying so miserably. Please help her quickly."
The man with his eyes closed and his legs crossed by the cliff slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Mu Yun'an who was in a state of despair, and said something very strange: "I saw you in my dream."
Mu Yun'an blinked and then looked at the man in front of him. He was very young and handsome, but he was dressed like a monk, and his temperament was very outstanding.
She couldn't understand what the man meant and didn't speak.
The man continued: "In the dream, you were covered in blood and had been dead for a long time, and you were brought to see me by a handsome man."
When Mu Yun'an heard this, she immediately trembled. She hurriedly grabbed the man's arm and said excitedly: "What did you say?"
"Do you believe in reincarnation in this world?"
The man looked at the churning sea of clouds in the distance. The afterglow of the setting sun refracted through the clouds for thousands of miles, just like the Buddha's light shining on the earth: "That man asked me to save you. I saw that he was trapped by love, and I couldn't bear it, so I told him that there is a kind of love in this world.
Reincarnation is called rebirth, which can make up for past regrets and start over.
It's just that the Buddha needs to be influenced to achieve this kind of creation. He believed it, gave up his mortal life, buried his beloved woman, and resolutely became a monk. Do you think he is stupid?"
Mu Yunan was stunned: "It's you, who are you?"
The man smiled and said: "The poor monk named Xuandu has been studying the truth of Buddhism in this Fansheng Temple, but he has been stagnant for many years and has not achieved any results."
Mu Yun'an looked at him with confusion: "Then what does your dream mean?"
Xuandu did not answer her words but asked: "Have you ever had such a dream?"
Mu Yun'an nodded: "I am what you call a reincarnated person, with memories of the previous life, and the man you are talking about is my brother Yi."
Xuan Du was silent for a while and then said: "He succeeded."
Mu Yun'an was a little anxious and didn't want to hear what he was talking about, so she asked: "Tell me, what happened to Brother Yi after he became a monk?"
Xuandu replied: "He has an extraordinary status. He faked his death and came here to become a monk. He gave himself the name Yi'an."
"Yi'an."
Mu Yun'an's vision was blurry. It was Si Yi's memory and Xiao Chengyi's Yi. How deep was his affection for her?
Xuandu glanced at her and continued: "He enshrined your spiritual tablet under the Buddha statue and chanted sutras and prayed for blessings every day. In my free time, I would talk with him about sutras and Taoism. It was like this for fifteen years, until one day
The woman came over.
The woman made a big fuss and wanted Yi'an to return to secular life and marry him. When Yi'an refused, the woman became so heartbroken that she set a fire and burned Yi'an alive in the hall."
When Mu Yun'an heard this, she covered her mouth in shock, looked at Xuan Du with tears on her face, and murmured: "He was burned alive?"
Xuan Du nodded: "After the fire was extinguished, Yi'an still remained motionless in the meditating posture, and there were some unburned pieces of wood in his arms, which are your spiritual tablets."