Chapter 538 No Fate with Buddha
In his past and present lives, Jiang Qingzhi has never felt much love and care from his parents and family.
In the previous life, the discord between my parents only maintained the superficial family atmosphere, but one could clearly feel the undercurrent.
Such an environment made Jiang Qingzhi develop a sensitive personality since childhood. He likes to guess other people's emotions, and whenever he feels something is wrong, he will guess whether it is related to himself.
Later, the conflict between the parents became more and more serious, and they could hardly hide it. The only connection was Jiang Qingzhi. Occasionally, the two would show their dissatisfaction with their son... and even impatience.
You are a burden!
The sensitive Jiang Qingzhi noticed this atmosphere, and from then on he became more and more reclusive. Every day he got up, washed quietly, and went out with his schoolbag. On the street, he would either find a quiet place to review his lessons or just daydream.
It was almost time, so I went to buy breakfast and go to school.
After school was the most tormenting time for him. At this time, home seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast with its mouth wide open, which made him stay away from it.
He doesn't want to go home, but if he doesn't go home his parents will be worried, right?
When he returned home, the atmosphere made him feel like every day was a year.
After returning home, he ate quickly, then went into his room, took a shower, and went back to sleep.
Occasionally, there are warm moments when his parents will ask him about his studies and health with a gentle smile, and talk about some family matters.
Every time this happened, Jiang Qingzhi felt that a stream of sweet spring water suddenly flowed into the withered place in his heart.
He greedily sucked in the sweet spring water, and his whole inner world was cheering with joy.
At night, he lay in bed and told himself that tomorrow would be the same.
But basically the atmosphere will return to normal the next day.
So he began to feel disappointed and hopeful again...
As he was suffering, he began to read some secular books.
What is the origin of fate, what is life just an experience, everything is fate, fate is destined...
Every time he could get comfort from it, and even felt that he was enlightened. But every time he saw his parents, those realizations that everything was empty would collapse in an instant.
After graduating from high school, he walked out of the house and left his hometown.
His parents' relief also gave him a sense of relief.
After graduating from college, he went to South America and felt that he was a lonely individual in this world. At the beginning, he and his parents would call each other during the holidays.
After more than a year, the calls between the three parties became less and less frequent.
Jiang Qingzhi, with his sensitive nature, sensed something at this time.
The parents have their own family, and consciously or unconsciously, they are distancing themselves from their son.
Jiang Qingzhi was a sensitive person by nature, and when he sensed this smell, he felt sad, uncomfortable, and grief-stricken... waves of negative emotions surged over him, making him depressed for more than a year.
Could it be that blood ties could be so indifferent?
After returning to China, he seemed to be avoiding blind dates, but later he asked himself, it turned out that he was not avoiding blind dates, but did not want to contact his parents again. Every time he contacted them, he would feel a little unwilling. The withered place in his heart would ache slightly.
"...After my wife passed away, the old master was depressed and soon fell ill. The doctor said that the old master had little hope of survival and had no will to live. Until one day he heard the young master crying, he asked drowsily, who was crying? The servant said it was the young master. I carried the young master in and said that before my wife passed away, she entrusted the child to the master and the old master. Now the young master is weak, and the master is sad for the mistress all day long, and the old master doesn't care... I am afraid of the young master..."
Liang Yun was already in tears. "When the old man heard this, he stretched out his hand and said, give the child to me. He hadn't eaten for several days, and he held the little boy tremblingly, saying that I held the lady like this in the past, and she was also so well-behaved..."
"From that day on, the old man's illness gradually got better. He took care of the young master all day long, taking care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation..."
Jiang Qingzhi stood up and said, "I understand."
He felt that something was changing in his mind, but he was somewhat resistant.
He walked out of the old house.
"Where is the temple?"
Sun Chonglou said, "Master, Hanshan Temple."
"Oh! The midnight bell of Hanshan Temple reaches the passenger ship."
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"The moon is setting, the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng's fishing fire faces Mianmian. The Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings to the passenger ship in the middle of the night."
As the chanting sounds, Hanshan Temple appears before your eyes.
The monk in charge of reception was knowledgeable and came forward to greet him. After learning of Jiang Qingzhi's identity, he sent someone to inform the abbot.
The abbot looked quite strong, even a little fat.
Sun Chonglou muttered, "He must have eaten some meat secretly."
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Eating vegetarian food will also make you fat."
"Greetings, Chief Wilbur." The abbot smiled.
"Excuse me, I just wanted to take a look around."
The original body had been to Hanshan Temple many times, but this was the first time for Jiang Qingzhi himself.
"Hanshan Temple got its name from the night mooring at Maple Bridge, but people in the world don't know its origin." The abbot smiled and led Jiang Qingzhi into the temple.
The temple has a majestic hall and towering ancient trees. There is an endless stream of pilgrims. When someone saw Jiang Qingzhi, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's Chang Wei Bo who is here."
"It would be disrespectful to have so many pilgrims." The abbot led Jiang Qingzhi to turn right and walk along the small path.
The path is quiet and peaceful. The moss on the cracks of the stone slabs spreads all around and even grows onto the stone slabs. It remains green despite being trampled on time and time again.
"In the past, our temple was originally named Miaoli Puming Pagoda." The abbot continued to introduce the origin of Hanshan Temple. "During the Zhenguan period, Hanshan and Shide, two eminent monks from Guoqing Temple in Tiantai Mountain, practiced here, so the temple was renamed Hanshan Temple."
Jiang Qingzhi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the hall in front of him. "Hanshan and Shide are known as the two immortals of harmony and unity. They are models of deep affection and loyalty. But the so-called kinship and love are nothing but the result of fate. They are like a dream, a bubble, or a drop of dew or lightning. So, how should people view kinship? How should they view kinship?" Xu Wei patted Sun Chonglou, waited for him to turn around, and whispered, "Come."
Sun Chonglou followed him back to the side hall, "What are you doing?"
"Does Shitou know the origins of Hanshan and Shitou?" Xu Wei asked.
Sun Chonglou shook his head.
"Listen to me, Hanshan and Shide are known as the two immortals of harmony and unity, but their early years were quite difficult..."
Mo Zhan also quietly took a few steps back.
Only Jiang Qingzhi and the host were left standing under an ancient tree.
"Relationship?" The abbot smiled at Jiang Qingzhi and thought of his background. He was the son of a concubine, and his biological mother died young. It was indeed a bit superficial to talk about kinship.
"The so-called origin and emptiness of nature, there is fate, but it is only fate. When fate comes, it will inevitably end. When fate comes, we gather, and when fate ends, we disperse. This is the ultimate truth of all things in the world."
"Why can't it always be..." Jiang Qingzhi was originally a free and unrestrained person, but at this moment he was a little at a loss for words.
"Why can't we love each other forever?" The abbot had seen too many infatuated men and women in the world, and couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "Everyone in the world has selfish desires. As the Buddhists say, a grain of sand is a world, and a leaf is a bodhi. Every person in the world is a world. If the two worlds are mixed together, do you think... it is possible to merge them?"
Jiang Qingzhi remained silent.
"The closest relatives are like husband and wife, and the most distant relatives are also like husband and wife. How close they are depends on fate. Fate is wonderful!"
The abbot smiled and said, "Why bother with all this? If fate exists, then enjoy it. If fate ends, then settle down in your original mind.
Don't think that everything is under your control and you can do whatever you want. The world is so big, who knows what will happen next? It is precisely this unknown that is fun. Otherwise, if everything is under your control, what is the meaning of living? "
Jiang Qingzhi was in a trance for a moment, "Now that the relationship is over, then let's settle down..."
"This is not a simple matter. If you want to settle your mind, you must be indifferent to fame and gain. Otherwise, your heart will be restless, how can you settle down? That's why we practice."
The abbot said, "The so-called practice is not to cultivate magical powers, but to cultivate this place." He pointed to his heart and said, "To cultivate away greed, anger, and ignorance, and to let go of those desires for fame and wealth... this is practice."
Jiang Qing had read many books on the outside world in his previous life. After hearing these words, he suddenly thought of many things...
“When fate is there, enjoy the moments that make you happy, forget and let go of the people and things that make you depressed…
Your state of mind does not depend on the situation, but on how you look at the situation. There is no good or bad in the world, and there is no good or bad in people. It is only the distinction in your own heart. "
"Wonderful!" The abbot chanted the Buddha's name, "Namo Amitabha, all things in the world are spiritual. How can there be a distinction between good and bad?"
Jiang Qingzhi discussed with the abbot in a low voice, and when it was time for dinner, they enjoyed a vegetarian meal at Hanshan Temple.
"May I ask the great monk, Buddhists also ate meat in the past, why don't they do that now?" Xu Wei did not like eating vegetarian food and found it bland.
The abbot smiled and said, "In ancient times, people's hearts were indifferent and peaceful. But people today are entangled in material desires, trapped in the seven emotions and six desires, and have irritable and restless temperaments. Eating vegetarian food and not killing animals are just to cultivate compassion."
Mo Zhan came in and leaned over to whisper in Jiang Qingzhi's ear: "More than a hundred cavalrymen from the city's wealthy families, such as the Yang and Qin families, have divided into more than ten teams and are heading north."
Jiang Qingzhi, who was immersed in a state of relaxation, instantly returned to the world.
This is the bait!
Jiang Qingzhi said calmly: "Don't worry about it."
"Yes."
The abbot looked at Jiang Qingzhi, sighed slightly, and felt a little regretful. He thought that this nobleman had some understanding, and if he could save him, it would be a merit. But at this moment, Jiang Qingzhi's eyes flashed coldly, which showed that this young nobleman had no fate with Buddhism.
"Want to compete with Ye Bushu?" Jiang Qingzhi put down his chopsticks and looked outside with contempt.
Two men pretended to be pilgrims, glancing at this side from a distance.
At this moment, the Yebushou were divided into two teams, one team took the official road, and the other team took the small road.
Both roads are the only way to the north and the capital.
As the sun sets, the roosting birds return to the forest, chirping noisily on the branches.
A few farmers were happily talking about this year's harvest beside the path. In the village in the distance, smoke was curling up and someone could be vaguely seen calling his children.
The sound of horse hooves came suddenly, and the horses had been galloping past for dozens of nights without stopping.
The flocks of birds on the branches fell silent, and several villagers at the entrance of the village hurriedly called their children back home.
Less than an hour after Ye Bu Shou left, as night fell, more than ten riders came galloping and entered the village.
"Have you seen dozens of soldiers passing by?"
"Yes, it went north."
Muramasa said respectfully.
The man strode out of the village, stood at the entrance and looked far to the north.
"Tell the master that Jiang Qingzhi's men have caught up with us."
"Yes."
The man who came was a sturdy man. He was Kang Ying, the leader of Yang's guards.
"Let's take a detour and take a shortcut." Kang Ying mounted his horse and sneered, "We are the local tyrants and we know where they are going. If we let them find the woman first, I will cut my own throat with a knife!"
"go!"
The sound of horse hooves rumbled and then faded away.
(End of this chapter)
