Chapter 484

A while of eating hurt, but it couldn't beat my heartache. I glanced at the braid on the Jade Flute and flashed a touch of hatred. So I took the bloody jade flute from my waist and looked at it. My five fingers closed and held it tightly. The more I held it, the more I clicked. The jade flute broke into two sections and fell on the marble floor, arousing several crisp sounds.

I already had a cracked heart. Now, with the jade flute broken and torn again, I covered my chest with my left hand. Bursts of tingling made me eager to be paralyzed, because only when it was paralyzed would I not feel the pain of living.

Pale face, bright red hands.

Dark shadow, broken flute!

Truth is like the blade of death. Do you blame zhener's self belief or her deep love? Hate her impure motives, or blame her for her death? The distance between wrong love and life and death is getting farther and farther. My heart is very chaotic. If I knew the reason, would I love it so deeply for five years? If I had explained that all this was a misunderstanding, would it be over or happy? However, everything will not exist. If I complain, there is no object at all. Even if my heart is very painful, I will still love zhener, blame myself and get angry. Misplaced love is also love. How can I say quit and quit? If it doesn't happen, it won't exist.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

There was a loud howl and laughter in the woods. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Only the pain in my chest reminded me that I was very uncomfortable and painful.

When I woke up again, I ordered Guang to transport zhen'er's body from the ice pavilion to Qingfeng ridge and bury it in the tomb my enemy was looking for. When I saw zhen'er's body again, I went down the black jade pendant I had been wearing. In the past, I put the jade in my hand on zhen'er's left hand in the ice coffin. Because the coffin was opened, a cold air mixed with a stench. The two jade stones flashed strangely, and then there was no reaction. I don't want to meet zhener again in my next life. Although I still love, my heart doesn't want to touch again.

After I saw the familiar face buried in the loess, I went down to Qingfeng ridge alone. I saw the eyes of light. I knew that light understood. He understood that I wanted to give up my infatuation for Meng zhener and give up the expectation of staying together in the next life.

I walked into the gate of rose city and saw a scholar in the northeast corner of the city spread out his painting scroll, took a few drinks from the wine pot on the table and swam away. In the melancholy of the ancient lane, a woman gently plays and sings with a lute in her arms and plays a heartbroken ancient song. The picture is so beautiful.

I went to the scholar's stall and said, "draw me a picture!"

Then put down some silver.

The scholar looked at me gratefully. There was no superfluous words. He quickly painted it and handed it to me. On the picture, long hair like ink hangs down to the knees and legs, eyebrows can gather the wind and cloud, and the eyes are like the bright moon. His body is a little thin, and he exudes this calm breath. He is tied with a silver ribbon on his head and left behind his head. His body is a purple dress. Standing there, the splash ink selected in the background is the night background. His face on the portrait is indifferent, like a cloud, illusory and true, and the faint ripples in the corners of his mouth can't see sadness and joy. It's really like what she described at the beginning, but now my heart. Menstrual mutilation.

"The childe hasn't given you change yet?"

"Don't look for it. Your painting is worth it."

The small songs sold in the street seem to change there every other space. Everything is vague and clear. However, I am different from the past. I am not sad or happy. I walk through the crowd and the flashy and noisy street. I return to the wing room of Xiaosan restaurant. Spread out the portrait in your hand, grind and write in the lower right corner: you can get a big sleep only when you have a thorough understanding of the original heart and the source of poor knowledge.

I went to Cuiyun temple. To the north of Cuiyun temple, there was a small separated courtyard. Osmanthus flowers were full of branches, but there were no flower folding people.

A bodhi tree was planted next to it. The yard must be small, which makes the bodhi tree huge. Although it will be late autumn soon, it is still so tall and green. The murals on the wall are mottled and blurred due to the invasion of wind and snow. The sound of beating wooden fish came from the house, accompanied by the cold night. The moonlight shines on me in a monk's robe through the window. Cigarettes are swirling on the table in front of me. Sandalwood may be lonely and scattered in all directions.

I stopped the wooden fish in my hand, turned around, took the scriptures at the corner of the table and read them. The eight seal characters "boruo Romeo Heart Sutra" were printed into my eyes, opened the first page and put it on my knee.

"When observing the free Bodhisattva and walking deep Prajna paramita for a long time, you can see that the five connotations are empty and overcome all hardships. The relic, color is not different from empty, empty is not different from color, color is empty, empty is color, and the same is true when you think and practice knowledge. The relic, is the empty phase of all dharmas, which is neither born nor perished, neither dirty nor clean, nor increased nor reduced."

When I came here three months ago, I wanted to become a monk, but the host refused, saying that my dust roots were not clear, and I could not accept my heart to the Buddha, let alone the precepts. Finally, I was only led to this courtyard and said: if I still don't change my original intention within three years, I will accept me as a Buddhist.

"Hehe, three years is ten years. All his life, he won't go out of the yard without her."

As for the host, I couldn't help smiling bitterly. I must support and fear my power. Maybe the parents of Fugui mountain villa found here that day, I couldn't be the host! I think it's clear that the world of mortals is complicated after all. Why don't I forget it!

When he returned to his mind, he looked at the twinkling stars outside the window, his eyes converged, and his left hand turned a page again, "there is no obstruction, so there is no terror, stay away from reversing dreams, and what is nirvana. All Buddhas of the third generation, according to the reason of Prajna paramita, get ahindra three contempt three Bodhi."

Shrouded in the hazy night, the people who speculate about Buddhism in the house and the ancient house are like an empty image. I sat with my hands folded and knees crossed. Is this still me who is famous all over the world and even the son of heaven dare not eyebrow with it? No, No. The courtyard behind this ancient temple is extremely quiet.

When I left Cuiyun temple, I was 29 years old. Guang told me that she was dead and killed by Yang Siru. I knew I didn't put it down. It turned out that I always wanted to see her and have her, but when I saw her again, it was just a cold body.

I angrily whipped Yang Siru's bitch's body with a whip. I directly put pressure on the emperor of heaven and earth. I want to keep Yang's chickens and dogs.

On the day of his funeral, I personally lifted her coffin, carried her underground and slept like zhener. I would never open her clear eyes and call my name again.

Half a year after she died, I went back to my overseas home to see my father and the child she had brought back, my adopted son Moyu Longyang, and asked me to go back with it. When I left, I took my cousin away. I gave my full power of the industry to Guang, and made him marry my cousin Nangong Yunxi.

If I do the right thing in my life, I'm afraid it's to let my cousin forget me and the man destined to be teased by God. Seeing my cousin's sweet smile and watching my cousin kiss the light happily, I am happy for the light from the bottom of my heart.

After that, the film took Yuanbao and their two-year-old children to persuade me to give up becoming a monk. I just let them live a good life and cherish what they have now. I returned to the small yard of Cuiyun temple. This time, I was given a warning and got rid of my black hair.

When I was 31 years old, I had been a monk for a year. Guang wrote to Ying and told me that she was not dead and her soul was still alive, that is, Xueyuan Beitang, Crown Princess of yaochi country. When I smiled, the stone in my heart peeled off, and my heart was really dust-free. I knocked with a wooden fish.

When I was thirty-three years old, Beitang Xueyuan came. I knew that the soul in the body was hers. I didn't doubt it. I didn't open the door. She stood outside for two hours and I stood inside for two hours. We only said less than five words across the door.

I'm afraid that once I open the door, my quiet heart will make waves again, and Junzi Yuan takes care of her very well. I'm very relieved, so let my heart accompany the green lamp my Buddha.

She left, and I also accompanied the Sanskrit. I passed the remaining 20 years. At the age of 53, I closed the Sutra and died under the bodhi tree in the courtyard. It rained all my life.