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Inside the monk's room.

Su Shiqing woke up with a jump, her entire back drenched in cold sweat.

There was a strong pain in his wrist, and he couldn't help grinning and screaming.

Seeing that he woke up, the abbot felt a little more at ease, and asked with concern: "Benefactor, how do you feel?"

Su Shiqing lay back down completely exhausted, staring straight at the beam.

"Why does the master need to save me?"

"Amitabha, good and good." The abbot was a little distressed and puzzled, "Why did the benefactor do something that hurts himself? Suicide is a great evil. Committing the 'Palayi crime' cannot be eliminated through repentance. If you kill yourself in the hope of dying, you will become a dead ghost in vain."

Su Shiqing said with a sullen face, "Master, I feel that it's hard work and it's unbearable, so I really want to be relieved."

"Everyone in the world wears a body of sin. Being born in this world of dragons and snakes is the source of sin. General Jie risked his life on the road of no return to find the benefactor. Presumably the benefactor should be as important as life to him, Liu The same is true for the donor. Everything in the world has a definite number, which cannot be controlled by you or me. It is a sin to be born in the world. Is this the fault of you alone? Please keep in mind the truth of "greeding for the small and losing the big". Although, I feel that I have lost a lot now, but everything has a definite number, neither more nor less, but it will be transformed into something else."

Su Shiqing didn't understand what the abbot meant, at least not now, so she kept silent.

The abbot knew that it was difficult for him to understand what he meant, so he turned around and took some volumes of Buddhist scriptures on the table, and solemnly handed them into his hands.

"This is the "Vajra Paramita Heart Sutra", which contains admonitions that are as strong as diamonds. It can make the donor eliminate all distracting thoughts; this is the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra". Repeated reading can make the donor have a Buddha in his heart... If the donor When you feel pain, you can read these scriptures repeatedly, and you will surely gain a lot.”

Su Shiqing took the scriptures silently, and her sincere eyes fell on them.

The abbot looked at him and said kindly: "May the benefactor you have a better chance."

"Thank you, master, my disciple respectfully obeys the instruction."

That night, Su Shiqing recited those Buddhist scriptures from the beginning to the end. Although he didn't reach the state of great enlightenment, he still saw through it.

The next morning.

After the abbot opened the door, he saw Su Shiqing kneeling in front of his door, shivering from the cold.

"What is the benefactor doing?"

Su Shiqing kowtowed to him and said: "Master, I have figured it out after a night of thinking. I want to enter Buddhism and become a monk."

But the abbot said: "Almsgiver, you can convert to Buddhism only by getting rid of your own delusions. If you don't forgive all living beings, if you don't forgive all living beings, the one who suffers in the end is the benefactor himself. Are you sure you have made up your mind?"

Although Su Shiqing couldn't understand it at this time, he firmly believed that one day he would understand the profound meaning of these words.

"The disciple is very sure, I hope the master will complete it."

Facing Su Shiqing's resoluteness, the abbot just bowed to the statue of Amitabha Buddha on the Buddhist altar in front of the temple, and said: "Amitabha Buddha..."

The next day, Su Shiqing lost her hair in the temple.

Apart from relief and wandering, there was no other feeling in his heart.

The abbot gave him a dharma name, Yinchen.

It is taken from the poem "From then on, the sound and dust are quiet, and the green mountains are like black grass and smoke." (Huang Jingren's "Ganjiu") The purpose is to hope that he can let go of the past and concentrate on practicing Buddhism.

Due to the poor recovery of his hands, he could no longer paint like before, so he sealed the brush in front of the Buddha statue in frustration, and lived a life of eating fast and reciting Buddha, without contending with the world.

half a month later.

The first snow fell, and the temple looked extraordinarily beautiful under the cover of heavy snow, and the fragrance and snowflakes sank in the courtyard together.

Su Shiqing copied scriptures in the monk's room during the day, and at night he sat in front of the window with a quilt on, staring blankly at the sky. No one knew what he was thinking.He often woke up exhausted from the nightmare when the birdsong sounded in the early morning of the next day.

Zhou Yuran came to look for him, hoping that he could return to Zhou's house, but was repeatedly rejected by him, and he was determined to become a monk here.

One day after winter.

The air is damp and cold, the hurricane has subsided, the surroundings are quiet, and the feather-like snowflakes are dancing in the yard.

Suddenly, a crisp horse cry resounded throughout the valley.

Su Shiqing got up and opened the door, and came to the temple.

From a distance, he saw a man wearing a water-colored cloak kneeling in front of the Buddhist altar to worship, his head was covered with snowflakes, and in the quiet air, his whole body exuded a sense of sacred solemnity.

He stared at the man in a daze, thinking he was a fairy, so he approached unconsciously.

It wasn't until he saw the man's face clearly that he realized that it was not Xian, but Shao Erxue!

Su Shiqing's black and white eyes were instantly moistened by crystal clear tears.

Shao Erxue stood up quietly, his black hairband was blown by the wind, brushing against his light-colored thin lips, his brows and eyes were calm, and he was calmly waiting for the servant to report.

The walls of the monastery, the white snow, and Shao Erxue with a sense of immortality all entered Su Shiqing's tearful eyes at that moment.

"Brother Han Su."

He called softly beside Shao Erxue.

Shao Erxue turned around, thinking she had misjudged someone, and showed a surprised expression.

Under the sun, Su Shiqing's face was still as charming as a peach blossom, but Shao Erxue felt extremely fond of the monk's uniform on her body.

After looking at each other for a while.

"Are you okay? Meisheng."

Shao Erxue asked with concern, her voice trembling slightly.

Su Shiqing turned her gaze elsewhere, with a look of frustration flashing across her face.

Shao Erxue found that his dark eyes were not trembling because of excitement, on the contrary, what came out of them was actually desolation and vulgarity.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to hug Su Shiqing into his arms, but after hesitating again and again, he put his hand on his shoulder and shook it gently.

"I'm sorry Meisheng, I'm late, did you suffer a lot?"

Su Shiqing tried hard to control her tears and shook her head.

Knowing that a distinguished guest came to visit, the abbot came out to greet him personally, and then invited Shao Erxue to the meditation room.

The meditation room in the temple is extremely simple, with only one bed, one quilt, one table, one chair, one lamp and one tea set, and nothing more.

When the abbot was making tea, Shao Erxue saw the hanging calligraphy and painting "Mountain Temple" on the wall behind him, and immediately praised: "A few strokes outline like brocade, and a little ink draws the feelings in your heart. Master, the artistic conception of this painting is very wonderful."

"The benefactor is absurd." The abbot smiled.

"Master, I'm afraid I'll have to stay in your monastery for two days when I come this time."

"It's okay, as long as the benefactor doesn't dislike the shabby temple."

"Thank you, Master."

After coming out of the meditation room, Shao Erxue couldn't wait to find Su Shiqing.

Su Shiqing was wearing a thick cotton coat and a black monk's hat, walking side by side with Shao Erxue in the temple.

Because there are few people, almost no one passes by the thick snow in the yard, so there is no footprint, and there is pure white snow everywhere.

Su Shiqing asked with some embarrassment.

"Why did Brother Han Su come here?"

Shao Erxue stopped slowly, looked at him and said, "To be honest, I only came here after receiving a letter from Zhou Yuran."

Su Shiqing was very surprised: "The letter written by Zhou Yuran?"

"He mentioned your hand injury and Jie Ao in the letter..." Shao Erxue thought for a while and continued, "He couldn't persuade you, so he wrote a letter and entrusted it to me, asking me to persuade you again. "

Su Shiqing couldn't help raising her hand to press on her left chest.

"So that's how it is..."

He didn't even know that Zhou Yuran had done this for him.

Shao Erxue looked at his scarred hand, felt a pain in his heart, frowned and said, "How is your hand recovering? Let me see..."

Su Shiqing subconsciously tucked her ugly hands behind her back.

"It's all good, but I can't paint like before, so... I sealed the pen."

He originally thought that Shao Erxue would scold him, but Shao Erxue didn't, she just looked relieved.

"There is no joy in life, and no pain in death. If you can really let go of everything, it will be good to accompany the ancient Buddha with the green lantern from now on."

At least I will no longer feel pain and confusion because of these worldly things.

Su Shiqing asked in surprise: "Brother Han Su isn't disappointed in me?"

Shao Erxue shook her head with a smile: "I feel relieved for you."

Su Shiqing didn't expect Shao Erxue to say such a thing, and all of a sudden she felt mixed feelings, and she didn't know what to say.

At this time.

A long bell sounded from the temple, as if it was beating on the hearts of the two of them.

Shao Erxue brought up Su Shiqing's sadness, so he said softly: "It's cold, let's go back earlier."

"it is good……"

Su Shiqing moved down the steps with difficulty. There were thick brown leaves piled up under the snow-covered steps, which were extremely soft to step on.

Walking to the monk's room, Su Shiqing pointed to her neighbor and said, "Brother Han Su, you can rest in this monk's room tonight, there should be bedding ready."

"Okay, then you can go back and rest."

Shao Erxue nodded at him, then stopped suddenly when he opened the door, turned around and said to him: "By the way, Mr. Mei, I should leave tomorrow afternoon."

"So fast?"

In Su Shiqing's startled gaze, there was a hint of hesitation.

To be honest, he really hoped that Shao Erxue could stay with him for a longer time, because it had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him so much.

"The Department of Construction is busy, and there are still many things waiting for me to go back to deal with, not to mention that I already know that you are living well here, so there is nothing to worry about."

Shao Erxue came all the way back just to make sure he was doing well. Thinking of this, Su Shiqing's tears kept rolling back and forth in her eyes.

"It's very windy, don't stay there, go back quickly."

After Shao Erxue finished speaking, she turned and walked into the monk's room, closing the door behind her.

"cold……"

Su Shiqing outside the door felt an embarrassing silence, but Shao Erxue's eyes inside the door showed a trace of reluctance.

A door separates each other's hearts.

Su Shiqing walked back to the monk's room. Suddenly, the snowflakes from the magpies on the pine branch flew down and brushed his cheeks. Besides feeling cold, there seemed to be something smoldering in his heart...