Ning An held his breath and concentrated, and when he slowly walked outside the room where the abbot was, he happened to hear the voices of the abbot and Song Shaoyan.

She was surprised and stopped, with a profound luster in her eyes.

The cold wind outside blew on her body, but she didn't notice it, and her hands were already red from the cold.

She never thought that one day she would meet Song Shaoyan in the temple.

Ning An exhaled, her long eyelashes hung with frost mist, and her eyes blinked with warmth.

"Donor Song, how do you understand that 'all appearances are false. If you see all appearances but no appearance, you will see the Tathagata'?" The abbot's voice was rich and friendly, yet clear and clear despite the vicissitudes of life.

"What you see in the world is just what you think in your heart. When you see clouds, they are clouds, when you see rain, it is rain, and when you see good and evil, it is all the same. And all these are just illusions constructed in the mind. If you are calm and pure, and stick to your original mind,

You can become a Buddha."

Ning An didn't know if it was because the surroundings were too clean, but Song Shaoyan's deep voice was a little more moist than usual.

When his voice sounded, Ning An felt a trance, as if she had gone back to the first time she heard him speak many years ago.

The first time I heard him speak was at the school's orientation meeting, where he spoke as the president of the student union.

She was positioned very far back, so she couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she could hear his voice.

Like everyone else's reaction, the senior's voice is really nice.

Five years later, she learned that his throat was injured in the mining accident and his voice had changed, but if she listened carefully she could still hear the same smell as before.

Especially now, the surroundings are quiet, and this sense of trance is even worse for Ning'an.

It's like a lifetime ago.

"Donor Song, have you really let go of everything in this world? Do you really no longer care about everything?"

Song Shaoyan probably thought for a while and replied: "Abbott, I once thought about where I could find a place for me in this noisy and bustling world. I was once entangled between life and death. The more entangled I became, the more I became entangled.

There is no peace. Now I understand that if there is any place for me, it is the pure land of Buddhism."

"Abbot." Ning An couldn't stand listening anymore, so he stood up and walked through the door, clasping his hands together and bowing, "You're so annoying."

"You are..." The abbot was smiling, kind and tolerant.

Song Shaoyan's expression changed: "What are you doing here? Why did you come here?"

"Abbot, look at this man." Ning An looked at Song Shaoyan and exposed him mercilessly, "He can't even bear to take off his mask. Abbot, do you think he really has to let everything go? No,

He doesn't even have the courage to face himself, let alone talk about renunciation. Abbot, I don't think the Buddha would accept such a coward and a person with unclean roots, right?"

"Ning'an!" Song Shaoyan was angry, lowered his voice, and looked at her chattering lips with his dark eyes, "Get out of here!"

"Abbott, this person is so presumptuous in front of the Buddha. He has no compassion at all. He is not worthy to be a disciple of Buddhism."

"Ning'an, please calm down and see where this place is!"

"I know where this place is, so every word I say can withstand scrutiny and testing. Unlike some people, who look calm and relaxed as if they have given up everything, in fact, they have deep injustices in their hearts, and they don't care about it at all.
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