Long Wish Ji Hongxiu

"Do you want to be like me too?"

"If you can……"

"No, no."

Zhaorong, you are not me, how do you know that I am willing to regard you as my belief?

Just like you, you regard the Empress as your belief.

Or, you have experienced the loneliness of sacrificing for your faith, and you don’t want your followers to experience it again.

But admiration is always admiration, it does not change because of anything, admiration for someone like Zhaorong is worth a lifetime.

That late night, the air was filled with the smell of blood, I no longer persistently slapped on the workshop door, but turned around and entered the mansion that did not match my identity, and set up a brazier in the hot summer night.

I once treasured Zhaorong's writing paper and tightly packed it into a box, secretly learned her handwriting, and also secretly put in supreme admiration.In that box, the most common sentence is "Long Wish Ji Hongxiu".I picked it up page by page, put it in the brazier, and burned it.

I saw that the wish for peace in the world was slowly swallowed by the flames, I don't know whether it turned into green smoke curling up into the sky, or falling ashes.

"I donated that mansion, and it just so happened that the great monk who took the initiative to preside over it was a Zen master from Zhenzhen nunnery, which is just across the wall from Zhaorong Mansion." You can listen to my eloquence, "The Great Monk said that when he heard that Zhao Rong had taken a fancy to the land in the southeast corner of Qunxian Square, he thought that the nunnery would move out because of the experience of Zong Xianggong occupying the former site of the temple. But Zhaorong retreated to a wide side street, respecting the existing gods and Buddhas. Although Zhaorong did not give alms in a big way, it was just a move to give up the land, which the monk thought was a pious alms. "

"Why...donate the mansion she gave you to make a temple?" Princess Taiping asked.

I smiled and said: "Although Zhaorong doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, I guess if she dies, she will donate her house to worship a god, right?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Does Zhaorong still want others to live in her mansion?" I asked back. The half year of practice was actually half a year to get closer to her philosophically. The pride of not bowing to others. I have never doubted Zhao Rong's pride."

So I want to burn all her handwriting. In this turbid world, I will not let others use her name, and put the words she wrote with the most sincere heart in the middle of the market, and suffer money. tarnish.

And I, the five years by Zhaorong's side constituted my whole life in the secular world. From now on, I will only pursue blessings for those who have always been lonely in Guangde Temple.

I must fulfill my admiration that has nowhere to rest.

When I was ordained in Guangde Temple, I was in the generation of "Xiu". The great monk did not give me a name from the Buddhist scriptures, but picked the first couplet from Jiang Yan's poem with my name hidden:

Take the wat from the curtain, flat body Yuxiu Ming.

I think I deserve this title, and it is not me who deserves the title of this poem, but Zhao Rong.

She sits in the brightly lit curtain, no one helps and no one knows, for Xiuming of Jiangshan.

The world is peaceful and the world is clear.

The world has never been her world, but because of someone's entrustment, it has become her lifelong belief.

"I read the epitaph they wrote for her, and I always felt that the words didn't convey the meaning, so I continued a poem behind it." Princess Taiping pondered for a long time, and when she said this, she was obviously choked up, "Xiaoxiang water is broken, Wan Wei The mountains are tilted. The pearls are heavy and round, and the jade is broken into pieces."

"All dharmas come from the original, and always have the appearance of extinction." I repeated the theory of extinction in the "Lotus Sutra" just now, put my palms together and recited the Buddha, and said softly, "The joy of extinction is to stay away from confusion. In the world, get rid of the troubles of a lifetime, have no birth and no death, and return to the gods, and no longer fear Bo Xun devils, perhaps, this is exactly what Zhao Rong is looking forward to."

Looking forward to the arrival of that day, Zhao Rong went far away to the galaxy.And I, as long as I can still bathe in the starlight for a day, I will use my eyes to see for her this peaceful world that cannot be seen with my own eyes.

"I don't know...she can't see the Qingping world in the future, will she still feel a little bit regretful?" Princess Taiping's frown was finally relaxed, and she imitated my Zen smile, more calm Said, "But as you said, the peace of a lifetime is only a moment in the universe. It is too short to live for 40 years or 80 years. It depends on whether she can still be talked about in 100 or 1000 years. From there, that is a long life."

That's right, as long as she can still be talked about by others, her soul can still be in the world, and she can see the peaceful world one after another in the future generations.

That is, Long Wish Ji Hongxiu.

Although Princess Taiping couldn't let go, she understood her.Only now did I recall the last two sentences of the epitaph, which the princess probably added:

Long live the millennium, the sound of pepper flowers.

The princess understands Nirvana better than I do, but she must be attached to the old man.I suddenly realized that it was only at this moment that I looked up at the princess carefully. I don't know whether it was snow or tears shining in her eyes, and her lonely expression was exactly the same as Zhao Rong.

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Recently, some short stories with decent quality have also been added, and they are all things that have been published in one go.