Rebirth: Bringing the System to Find a Husband

Chapter 329 Refuge
Ji Wu didn't mind, he just said: "Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have gone through countless kalpas before they have such enlightenment. If you don't have it, you can't blame you. This life is suffering. If you have such enlightenment, why do you need to come to the world to walk this way?" One encounter. It should be known that the bodhisattva’s heart has no choice, like a big moon wheel, and it is perfect and quiet, which is Nirvana. I have practiced for hundreds of years, but if I can’t do this, how can I talk about you.”

It's not that he looks down on Nie Shuangyan's temperament, he's just teaching Nie Shuangyan that he doesn't have to be too demanding on himself to reach a higher level, and everything needs to be done step by step.

If she can do that, she will not be a suffering being in the samsara of the Saha world, but already one of the saints in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

Nie Shuangyan said sadly after hearing the words: "You are relieved."

Ji Wudao: "It's not reassuring."

He didn't say much. Over the years, he has also seen that Nie Shuangyan is indeed very intelligent, but the disgust from her heart blinded her eyes and prevented her from seeing those things.

Because of this, Jiwu had no reason not to say anything to Nie Shuangyan on this matter, and it was up to Nie Shuangyan to realize it alone.

How much she can understand is her own business.

Jiwu seemed to let her go a little bit.

Although Nie Shuangyan felt it, he didn't mind it. It's probably the case for adults. It's so common that they don't like others meddling themselves.

Ji Wudao: "Tomorrow, the monks in the temple will go down the mountain to give you porridge?"

Nie Shuangyan didn't go there in previous years, she had already passed the time of joining in the fun, she nodded: "Okay."

Yes, although she has passed the time of joining in the fun, she still wants to join in the fun.

"So, I'll tell Ah Mo."

"Okay." Nie Shuangyan did not object. After staying in the Banruo Temple for so many years, she probably understood that although the Banruo Temple said that Ji Wu was the presiding officer in name, in fact, Mo Yamo was in charge of all affairs in the Banruo Temple. The dependence of everyone in the temple on Mo Yamo is obvious.

Nie Shuangyan naturally wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary, so he had to object.

Now that the two had agreed, they dispersed.

Nie Shuangyan returned to the meditation room, lowered his head to read the scriptures, his expression was dull.

Standing at the door was a young monk with a handsome appearance, even with a bald head, he still looked good-looking.

He stood silently.

Nie Shuangyan read the scriptures for a while before saying, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that you are going down the mountain."

"Yes."

"Then I won't be back for several days." The young monk said sadly.

Nie Shuangyan laughed: "Tonghua, what you're saying is that once I leave, I won't come back."

Huan Hua said in a daze: "If your master comes one day and tells you to go, will you go?"

Everyone in the temple knew that she was entrusted by Daoist Cangwu to Banruo Temple.

Master Cangwu is her master.

She said, "I'm probably going to leave."

"Can't you go?"

"No."

"Will you come back after leaving?"

Nie Shuangyan really wanted to give him an affirmative answer, but she couldn't. She could only say, "I don't know."

"Really..." Tonghua was full of bewilderment both in his expression and in his eyes.

Tonghua is only in his teens and has lived in the temple for a long time. He is a pure-minded person who is easily seen through by others, not to mention that he is facing Nie Shuangyan.

Nie Shuangyan is not an idiot, not the Mary Su heroines in Mary Su's novels who pretend to be ignorant.

"I don't know." Tonghua was at a loss.

Nie Shuangyan pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "You haven't converted yet."

Tonghua bowed his head and remained silent.

Nie Shuangyan has studied Buddhist scriptures for these years. Although she has not studied deeply, she also knows that although the Buddhism in this life is similar to the Buddhism in her previous life, although there are many similarities, there are also differences.

For example, in Tonghua, he is a novice, but he was abandoned by his parents at the gate of Prajna Temple when he was young. Seeing that he has a deep connection with Buddhism and excellent wisdom, he was ordained and ordained for him who was still in his infancy.

Therefore, novice monks in this world refer to men under the age of 20 who have received the ten precepts but have not received the full precepts.

And on the 20th birthday, you can make a decision, whether to convert or return to the world.

If you take refuge, from then on you will be determined to study Buddhism diligently and will no longer be emotional.

If they return to vulgarity, the temple will not stop them, and they will naturally let them return to vulgarity.

Therefore, Nie Shuangyan swears that Tonghua has not converted.

Tonghua can't lie, it can only be silent.

Nie Shuangyan looked up at Tonghua, smiled at him and said, "Sit down, Tonghua, I'll tell you a story, after listening, you can make a decision."

Tonghua looked up at her, feeling sad.

He understood that he liked the woman in front of him, she smiled lightly, and he was very happy. However, this was wrong, and he couldn't tell what was wrong, so under such torture, he came here again.

Nie Shuangyan could see the deep love in his eyes, but she didn't intend to respond.

Most of the young love affairs end without a problem, and very few of them can reach the end, not to mention that she looks at him like looking at a child, without any disturbance.

Since you don't love it, you naturally refuse.

Although her skin is young, her soul has already decayed.

She won't leave Tonghua with any leeway, but after all, there are a few years of love, and it won't be dead, so she wants to tell him a story.

Tonghua is smart, so he can naturally understand what she means.

Nie Shuangyan began to tell stories.

the other side.

Mo Yamo was standing side by side with Jiwu looking at the meditation room, and looking along, it was the meditation room where Nie Shuangyan was.

Mo Yamo sighed: "You said Tonghua was smart and could inherit your mantle in the future, but you let him go like this."

"Let's get rid of any delusion in our hearts. Wherever there is no blessing in the ten directions, the eyes of Yuanming Buddha always shine upon each other, but people don't know it."

Mo Yamo said helplessly: "I'll talk to you nicely, but you always use these verses to send me off, that's all you have. Master Jiwu."

Jiwu smiled and didn't speak.

Mo Yamo said: "You really think that girl's words can make him give up."

"Everything is made by oneself, and no one else can help him. There are dust and sand kalpas and dust and sand kalpas, and the dust and sand kalpas are endless. The only thing to remember is that the love is not abandoned, and the boundless life and death are self-detained."

Mo Yamo was almost stunned to death, she said angrily: "Master Jiwu, if you are not my master, I really want to!"

She hesitated.

Jiwu is not angry.

"In the past, there was a great virtue who wrote "The Song of Goodness". Master, I will sing it to you: the world knows that gods are good, but fame and fame can't be forgotten; where are the ancient and modern generals? The pile of grass in the barren mound is gone. Well, only gold and silver can't be forgotten; in the end, I only hate that there are not many gatherings, and when I get a lot of time, my eyes will be closed. The world knows that gods are good, but only my wife can't forget; you can express your kindness on birthdays, and you can go with others when you die. Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only children and grandchildren can't forget them; there have been many infatuated parents since ancient times, who has seen filial children and grandchildren!"

Mo Yamo's voice was soft and waxy, and it sounded very nice, but singing this song was very abrupt, like a child singing "Song of a Hero".

　emmm, I studied the Buddhist classics, but I didn’t understand it, so I can only set it up privately

　　
　
(End of this chapter)