After reciting the scriptures, Miaoxiang slowly opened his eyes and shook his head slightly. "The donor's obsession is too deep."
Hai Dongqing had just had a brief ethereality, but he did not enter the Buddha.
"If the so-called obsession is what the human heart thinks, ties, seeks, and reliances, and what it means to rely on, what is the difference between it and the tables and stools in this room, and how can we talk about being a human being?"
Miaoxiang said lightly: "Born as a human being is suffering. Being able to be the same as this table and stool is not necessarily a bad thing."
Hai Dongqing said: "The master said that I have too deep obsessions, so why not you? If you don't want to ask for it and can't let it go, why should you imprison yourself in the ancient Buddha with green lamps? If you have a Buddha in your heart, you are wearing a blue shirt.
You can become a Buddha by either a red skirt. What is the difference between living in a humble room, wood-room or a luxurious hall? This blue shirt and this Zen room are nothing more than the master's self-evasion."
Miaoxiang slowly closed his eyes and silently chanted Amitabha Buddha.
Hai Dongqing never beats around the bush. It’s not that she doesn’t know how to stop at the right time, but that she doesn’t feel that there is no need.
"The master can't even save himself, so how can he save people?"
Baoxiang's solemn Miaoxiang showed a bitter feeling on his face, and he slowly said, "If you have anything to ask, please ask."
Hai Dongqing picked up the tea on the table and took a sip of it, and said, "My name is Hai Dongqing."
"Secret Hai"?
"Do you know him"?
Miaoxiang did not nod or shook his head, and said slowly: "I have seen it twice. Once before that incident, he went to Tianjing on a business trip and asked him to reminisce about the past. Once after that incident, he went to Tianjing to ask me for help.
His business”.
Hai Dongqing naturally knew who he was referring to as to what Miaoxiang said.
Miaoxiang then asked, "Is your father okay?"
Hai Dongqing said expressionlessly: "He is dead."
Miaoxiang was stunned for a moment, and then chanted Amitabha. "Your father is heroic and tough, so I advised him not to be too persistent."
Hai Dongqing said: "You seem to know him very well."
Miaoxiang said slowly: "Although we don't meet much, I know he is the same type of person as him."
Hai Dongqing's face was slightly cold, "It's different. He is a hero who values love and righteousness, and Lu Chenlong is a ruthless coward."
Miaoxiang shook his head and murmured: "You don't understand Lu Chenlong."
Hai Dongqing disagreed, "I really can't understand him, so I want to hear who he is in your eyes."
Miaoxiang remained silent and said slowly after a long time: "It has been decades, generation after generation, aren't there enough people who die? Are there not enough grudges, love and hatred caused? Why do you have to repeat the same mistakes?"
Hai Dongqing said lightly: "Don't Buddhism talk about cause and effect? How can there be no result if there is a cause?"
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Shortly after Lu Shanmin and Han Yao left, an elderly man who was also unable to see the specific age walked into Chengji tailoring shop.
"Old tailor, you are not dead yet"?
The old tailor was concentrating on drawing and proofing, but he didn't look up at the person.
"You are not dead yet, how dare I die?"
The person who came to the house sat casually on the old tailor's exclusive rattan chair as if he was back at his own home.
"How many years have we not seen each other"?
The old tailor said while drawing pictures: "Ten years or twenty years have passed, who can remember it?"
The visitor sighed, "I haven't seen each other for so many years in the same city."
The old tailor said, "Yes, I haven't seen you for so many years, why do you think of coming to see me today?"
The visitor said: "The young man who came today has some connection with me."
The old tailor pursed his lips, "No wonder he was not a good person at first glance."
The visitor smiled slightly, not caring about the old tailor's teasing. "He is the son of my closed disciple, and he can be regarded as my disciple."
The old tailor stopped and finally looked up at the person who came, "Old Chinese doctor, please joke with me again."
The person who came smiled, "Others have always called me old man, but I haven't heard the name of old Chinese medicine for a long time."
The old tailor frowned in a Sichuan-shaped shape, "He is really the son of Chen Su and Lu Chenlong"?
The old Chinese doctor looked at the old tailor with half-closed eyes, "Old tailor, do you really don't know"?
The complex look in the old tailor's eyes is hard to describe, "Do you think I should know?"
The old Chinese doctor nodded, "Yes, you have stayed in this tailor shop for decades and have been deafing the news outside the window, so it's normal not to know."
The old tailor put away the drawings, lit the dry tobacco, and took a few sips, and the store immediately became smoky.
The old Chinese doctor raised his hand and suffused the smoke that came over and said, "Pump it less, it's not good for your health."
The old tailor's frown never spread out. "No wonder he feels familiar."
The old Chinese doctor said slowly: "It's not your fault that you didn't see it, after all, you have never seen Lu Chenlong for a few times."
The old tailor kept whispering tobacco, "You told me that you found a suitable successor and asked me to check for you. At that time, I reminded you that too much is too much, and that a good thing was turned into a bad thing by you."
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The old Chinese doctor said: "I don't know the truth that too much is not enough, but who would have thought that he was so stubborn that he not only did not want to, but also abducted my good disciple."
The old tailor's eyes were sarcastic, "So you killed your good disciple and your disciple-in-law who was trained as a successor."
The smile on the old Chinese doctor's face gradually disappeared, "She was killed by people from several major families."
The old tailor squirted about dry tobacco and said, "Come on, don't pretend in front of me, killing people without knives, and not seeing blood is always your style? Lu Chenlong doesn't want to join, so you can let your good disciples snatch it.
The two parties who had already had grudges were provoked to become mortal enemies, but it was not enough. The successor you chose was still unwilling to join, so you just kept doing it and using the one named Huang Mian
Boy, let your good disciple die at the hands of several big families, let Lu Chenlong break with them completely, forcing him to fall into your arms."
The old tailor shook his tobacco pipe, "What a pity, Lu Chenlong is also a character. He would rather die than surrender and choose to commit suicide. You lost your wife and soldiers, and you lost your money to the bamboo basket."
The shame on the old Chinese doctor's face flashed, "Those who accomplish great things are not limited to the details. Qin Emperor, Han Wu, Tang Emperor, Song Zu, did not shed blood and sacrifice in any dynasty. If you want to do something for the people of the world, how can you not sacrifice at all?"
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The old tailor looked plain, "Come on, don't pretend to be worried about the country and the people in front of me. At your age, you no longer have the meaning of living. You are just looking for a thought to continue to live."
The old Chinese doctor said lightly: "Even if I make an excuse to live, what I do is to benefit the country and the people, and to the entire Chinese nation. You and I have seen it with my own eyes and witnessed the destruction of the Chinese nation.
The humiliation of family demise, don’t you want to do something for your descendants?”
The old tailor looked indifferent and said with a slight joking voice: "I am not as great as you. Moreover, now that the country is prosperous and the people are safe, humiliation has long become history."
The old Chinese doctor shook his head, "Be prepared for danger in times of peace and plan ahead to be sure of everything. The hidden dangers under prosperity have gradually emerged, and it is still far from when the horse is released to the south mountain."
The old tailor waved his hand, "Don't tell me these great principles. I don't understand them, nor do I like to listen. I only know that each generation has its own affairs. People like us should die. If it weren't for a little bit
I have been a human being for a long time since I thought about it.”
The old Chinese doctor showed a hint of helplessness on his face. The reason why the two of them had not seen each other in the same city for decades was that they could never pee in a pot.
"Let's get back to the point. I don't want that kid to marry the Han family, and I know, you probably don't want it either."
The look on the old tailor's face has already shown everything, "As you said, I really don't want it. I didn't like it when I saw him before, and now I can't like it even more after knowing his life experience. However, I see it from that girl's eyes
There is a deep love, a kind of love that will last until death. If I really stop them from being together, the girl would be so sad and sad, and maybe she would hate me for the rest of her life."
The old Chinese doctor shook his head and said, "That boy is a tiger. I finally pulled out all his teeth and claws. Once I marry the Han family, I can not only reinstall the claws, but also insert a pair of wings.
I am also sure to deal with it, but I am not afraid of ten thousand, but I am afraid of if I want it. I don’t want any accidents to happen.”
The old tailor waved his hand, "You told me that this matter is useless. If the mistress forced the girl to marry him, I would definitely come forward, but now this girl is going to marry herself, I won't care."
The old Chinese doctor stood up and walked out the door with his hands on his back, murmured, "Yes, this girl is going to marry him by herself, who can I blame?"
When he walked to the door, the old Chinese doctor stopped and turned around and looked at the old tailor with half a glance, "Old tailor, do you say that in addition to the girl who wants to marry herself, does it mean Han Hyo-ju?"
A glimmer flashed in the soft eyes of the old tailor, and murderous intent appeared in it. "I said many years ago that if you dare to touch anyone in the Han family, I will fight you to the end."
The old Chinese doctor Zhan Yan smiled, "I just guessed randomly, just kidding, old tailor, you're too much trouble."