Chapter 179 Feeding the Master with Dog Food, Part 1
He Feifei looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva in confusion and said, "Bodhisattva, what does this mean?"
The Bodhisattva did not mean to explain, but asked: "Do you really want to see Meng Yuan again? At any cost?" Guanyin Bodhisattva asked.
He Feifei was startled when she heard Guanyin Bodhisattva express her wish at once. She had never told anyone about this secret, not even Chen Bin, with whom she had the best relationship. She only told
Guanyin Bodhisattva once said that since the Bodhisattva said it, the little doubt in her heart was completely dissipated.
He Feifei hurriedly kowtowed and said: "Please Bodhisattva, any price will do, I am willing to pay!"
"Are you willing to wait to look back in five hundred years?" the Bodhisattva asked.
"Five hundred years?" He Feifei was stunned. Isn't this too long? However, thinking of him in her heart, she nodded firmly and said: "Yes!"
"This look requires you to give up everything in front of you, your family and friends. Are you still willing?"
"Yes!" He Feifei gritted her teeth. She had had enough of missing him day and night. She wanted to see him!
"In that case, just wait here." After the Bodhisattva finished speaking, he waved his hand.
He Feifei only felt the heaven and earth change, and then he turned into a stone, lying in the wilderness, unable to move or speak. At first, He Feifei didn't feel anything, but as the sun rose, he was exposed to the scorching sun.
, He Feifei felt as if her whole body was falling into fire, and it was unbearably hot.
The pain was endless. After finally surviving the scorching sun, a strong wind came again, the wind was as sharp as a knife, and the pain made her want to cry. The wind passed, and heavy rain fell, and the rain hit her body, which was cold to the bone, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted, her heart not stopping.
He muttered: "In order to see him, what does this mean?"
Four hundred and ninety-nine years have passed, with wind and sun, rain and ice, but He Feifei still has not seen Meng Yuan, her heart is aching, and she feels like she is about to collapse.
At this moment, a construction team passed by, dug her out of the ground, and made her into a stone bridge. On the day the stone bridge was built, a person came from afar with the same familiar clothes and familiar face.
, with a familiar temperament, she finally got her wish to see him! She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She could only stare at him blankly.
However, he never looked at her. He came and went in a hurry, leaving no trace of nostalgia.
Looking at his retreating figure, He Feifei just wanted to cry. This was not what she wanted!
"Amitabha, donor, as you wished, you have seen him. How is it?" Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared again and asked with a smile.
"Bodhisattva, please, I still want to see him, no... I want to touch him! Yes, I... really want to touch him." At this point, He Feifei lowered her head shyly, not noticing at all.
, the Bodhisattva dressed as a monk above was also very shy, and his face turned red... Fang Zheng, who had never been exposed to this kind of cyan love, suddenly found that compared with girls, he was quite pure, at least just looking at it,
I never thought of taking action!
Then the Bodhisattva said: "Are you sure you want to touch him?"
"Yes, sure." He Feifei said.
"This is more troublesome. You have to wait five hundred years." The Bodhisattva said.
He Feifei was stunned. The previous five hundred years had already made her miserable. She still has to wait five hundred years? However, thinking of the shadow in her heart, she gritted her teeth and said, "I can wait!"
"Amitabha, as you wish." The Bodhisattva waved his hand.
The world changed before He Feifei's eyes, and she found that she had turned into a tree, surrounded by wilderness.
He Feifei thought that when she was a stone, she had been exposed to wind, frost, rain and snow and was used to this kind of hardship, but when she turned into a tree, she realized how naive this idea was. Can a tree be compared with a stone? A stone is hard
, not afraid of wind and rain. However, the tree is different. The wind and sun, lightning and frost fall, as if it has experienced eighteen kinds of hell-like ordeals.
Finally, four hundred and ninety-nine years of suffering passed.
Just when He Feifei could no longer hold on, a figure came from a distance. It was a man hiking. Although his clothes had changed, the face and smile were still familiar to her. He Feifei smiled.
When he finally arrived, he smiled with relief.
Later, the weather was too hot, so Meng Yuan came to the tree, put down his luggage, sat under the tree, leaned against the tree trunk, took a nap, and fell asleep unknowingly.
He Feifei smiled. She finally got her wish and touched him. Looking at his peaceful sleeping appearance, He Feifei tried hard to close the leaves to block him from the sun.
However, the good times did not last long. Meng Yuan left without saying anything. He picked up his luggage and hit the road again.
Looking at Meng Yuan's back, He Feifei felt empty in her heart again, but she was no longer as persistent as before.
"Amitabha, donor, how are you?" Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared again.
"Thank you, Bodhisattva." He Feifei said respectfully.
"Do you still want to see him again?" Guanyin Bodhisattva asked. From Fang Zheng's point of view, it was just two meetings, so it shouldn't be over yet.
However, He Feifei shook her head: "No, I am satisfied with these two sides. When I haven't seen them, I always want to see them. When I really saw them, I saw them, I touched them, and I found... I suddenly understood what the Bodhisattva had said before.
That’s what Zen means.” He Feifei suddenly smiled.
"Oh? What did the donor realize?" Fang Zheng was also a little curious. Different people, different environments, have different understandings of Zen. Fang Zheng wanted to know what He Feifei understood.
"Beautiful love, touching love, turns out to be illusory! But illusory love is also the most beautiful! Like falling in a dream, it is close in front of you, but cannot be touched; the distant one is always the most beautiful, because it is out of reach, full of
It is difficult to imagine but difficult to understand. The real beauty lies in the illusion created by the human heart. This kind of beauty is worthy of our pursuit. Even if we spend a lifetime and get a heartbreaking ending, we are still longing for it.
But illusion is illusion. Living in illusion, only pain and transcendence can lead to liberation. Meng Yuan is not that perfect, I made him perfect." He Feifei said with extremely clear eyes.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was shocked. He didn't expect that He Feifei actually understood something. And it was completely different from what he understood!
Fang Zheng's understanding of this sentence was more focused on life, and he subconsciously said: "The donor is very wise."
He Feifei smiled and asked respectfully: "May I ask Bodhisattva, is there any other explanation for this?"
Fang Zheng smiled. This girl actually wanted to test whether the dream was true or false. The Bodhisattva during the trial period is here! How courageous! At the same time, Fang Zheng also realized a problem. In this world without God, everyone also has a certain attitude towards God.
Little bit suspicious. However, He Feifei's test could not be difficult for Fang Zheng. He had not studied Buddhism for so long in vain. He smiled and said: "What the donor said is the understanding of love. And
Regarding life, this sentence should be: If people do not cling to all material fame and fortune in the world, they will not be controlled by material fame and fortune. It is precisely because people pursue these sensory things that they become unhappy... Everything flows and there is nothing.
Forever. Mortals care too much about their own feelings and feelings, so they are in dire straits. Everything is an illusion, and life is like a dream that disperses in the wind! Gatherings and separations, joys and sorrows are all caused by fate!"