manynovel Chapter 73 Remembering the Zhang Family
Chapter 73 Remembering the Zhang Family
"Lu Zhu, this will be your home from now on."
In my memory, my master's beard was still black, but the kind smile on his face never changed.
That day, he had a home.
Yunhe Temple was his home.
His parents were the master who was in a mad state.
Learning to read and write, reciting scriptures, worshipping Buddha, chopping wood, planting vegetables, cooking...
These things gradually accumulated during his childhood.
Simple, tiring, but fulfilling.
"Master, what is the world like outside Yunhe Temple?"
At the age of seven, he asked his master this question.
Yunhe Temple is very nice.
But after seeing the same scenery for seven years, he also began to yearn for the sky beyond the mountain gate.
Seeing his master pat his head and say with a smile, "That is the mortal world, which can disturb the mind, but it can also temper the mind."
"Master, may I go to the mortal world?"
"Of course you can, but remember to come home!"
"Um!"
His master agreed, and he was overjoyed.
That day, he descended from the mountain gate and tumbled around in the mortal world.
It's like rolling around in a mud puddle after it rained.
His monk's robes were dirty, but he returned to Yunhe Temple before dark.
Is the mortal world fun?
Seeing Master Chi ask with a smile.
He nodded excitedly.
"It's fun! It's just that my clothes are dirty."
He scratched his head sheepishly, afraid of being scolded by Master Jianchi.
"Don't be afraid if your clothes get dirty, just wash them clean. And if one day you have a heart problem, don't be afraid either, just wash them clean."
"Huh? How can my heart be dirty?"
He was puzzled.
They are too young to understand this question.
"A monk's robe gets dirty, and so does his heart. Life is a process of getting dirty, washing it off, and then getting dirty again."
"not understand."
"One day, you will understand."
He nodded as if he understood, then seemed to remember something and his face lit up with excitement.
"Master, may I go down the mountain often?"
"Of course. But remember, no matter how far you go, always remember to come home."
"Yes! I'll remember!"
The mortal world is more fun than the temple, but it's also noisier.
As he grew older, he visited the mortal world less and less.
In the mortal world, he witnessed too much suffering in life.
Birth, old age, sickness, death, love and hate, separation and resentment, and unfulfilled desires.
Having seen so much of this, he became even more devoted to the pursuit of Buddhism.
"My disciple, you haven't been to the mortal world for a long time."
"Master, life is so bitter, can spiritual practice solve it?"
"cannot."
"Then why do we still need to cultivate ourselves?"
"Cultivation is about letting go."
"Let it go?"
"Suffering will not disappear, but it will pass. When you were a child, I asked you to copy scriptures, and you didn't finish and cried your eyes out. At that time, did you feel that it was the greatest suffering?"
If I punish you by making you sweep the floor and fetch water, do you also feel that you can't bear it?
Looking at these things again, do you still think of them as suffering or just minor difficulties?
As long as you're alive, everything will pass.
This mortal world is like a moth drawn to a flame; knowing they will die, they still throw themselves into it without hesitation.
Ultimately, people should choose a way of life that they enjoy.
All your master can do is give you choices.
These three thousand strands of hair that cause you trouble are the choices I, your teacher, have made for you.
He seemed to understand, yet he also seemed not to.
"Go down the mountain and take a look. This time, stay for a while. Long enough that you feel you need to go home before you come back."
Go and see if this mortal world will make you yearn for the ancient temple and the lamp.
If you understand, I will personally shave your head.
If you have other options, I will gladly take off my monk's robe for you.
So he went down the mountain.
This journey through the mortal world lasted much longer than before, and he saw and experienced much more.
This time, however, he encountered his greatest calamity.
He is back.
"Master, I think I've failed."
"As long as you remember to go home, you haven't failed."
My heart is dirty.
"Just wash it off."
"Will it really get clean?"
"You shouldn't be asking me that, you should be."
Seeing that his master pointed to his heart, he still had that gentle smile on his face.
These memories flashed through Lu Zhu's mind like a revolving lantern.
An unprecedented sense of clarity welled up in my heart.
My mind is at peace.
He seemed to have figured out a lot of things.
Lu Zhu opened her eyes again, the hesitation and struggle gone, replaced by a sense of relief and joy.
"Thank you for the wine, benefactor. It is indeed a fine wine."
"Has the master figured it out?"
Gu Qianbei asked curiously.
Lu Zhu nodded.
"Life is all about choices. If you want everything, you're being too greedy."
"So what did the master take? What did he give up?"
"Take this heart, and relinquish this emotion."
"You chose Buddha?"
"No, I chose myself."
These words startled Gu Qianbei, who then smiled.
"Yes, I should be chosen."
Squeak.
The door opened.
Lu Zhu came out.
The setting sun shone on him, and the evening breeze in the mountains lifted his spotless monk's robe.
The sound of chanting lingered in my ears, as if it never stopped.
night.
Gu Qianbei was walking back to the manor.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them.
She seemed to have been waiting for him here for a long time.
"Who?"
Gu Qianbei asked in confusion, but she was not alarmed.
Because he did not sense any hostility.
Under the moonlight, a woman slowly walked out.
Unfamiliar faces, but familiar eyes.
"Have you seen Lu Zhu?"
The woman spoke, her voice cold yet tinged with anticipation.
Gu Qianbei did not answer, but seemed to be thinking about something.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"drizzle?"
The woman was startled, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.
"I don't understand what you're talking about. My name is Zeng Jing."
"Zeng Jing? That's a good name."
Gu Qianbei smiled faintly.
You haven't answered my question yet.
Zeng Jing's eyes turned cold.
"I've seen him."
"How...how is he?"
His words carried a mixture of concern and fear.
"He's fine."
"good?"
Zeng Jing was taken aback.
"See through the illusions and rediscover yourself."
"He figured it out?"
Zeng Jing clenched her fists, her eyes filled with anger.
"Do you love him?"
Gu Qianbei asked directly.
"Yes."
Zeng Jing admitted it directly.
"He is a holy son of Buddhism, with a good master, a good junior brother, and a bright future."
Your love will take all of this away.
Are you here out of love, or to collect a debt?
Even enemies are nothing more than this.
"I……"
Zeng Jing panicked.
Gu Qianbei passed by her and spoke again.
"Don't forget you're still embroiled in a lot of trouble yourself. The Black Stone organization's pursuit of you has never stopped."
Even though you've changed your appearance, I can still recognize you, and naturally, others can too.
If you truly desire pure love, you should first become a pure version of yourself.
Expecting someone else to save you is a form of self-imposed hostage-taking.
Your love has become a bargaining chip, and true feelings have become worthless.
After Gu Qianbei finished speaking, his figure gradually disappeared into the distance amidst Zeng Jing's astonished gaze.
A strange singing voice came from Gu Qianbei's mouth.
There is a kind of love called letting go.
Giving up forever for love
If staying together requires you to give up everything...
Let true love take me away.
There is a kind of love called letting go.
Ending forever for love
If my departure gives you everything...
Let true love take me away.
Say goodbye.
As the evening breeze blew by, Zeng Jing turned back to look at Yunhe Temple nestled in the distant mountains.
"One year..."
Zeng Jing slowly loosened her clenched fist, turned around and left, disappearing into the night.