Tian Yuan

Chapter 1127 Is it appropriate?

Jiang Liubai personally taught and guided the practice.

It's a pity that the boss lady really has no talent. With the indoctrination of a lot of resources, she can barely step into the acquired realm.

This is only the first state of the path of spiritual practice.

"I have brought you the water of the Tianhe River, the Six Treasures Spiritual Ginseng, the Mysterious Golden Lotus and other things, and I will definitely be able to create a top-grade spiritual root."

Jiang Liubai was very serious and wanted to take action.

"Wait a minute." The landlady stopped her. Although she didn't understand what those items were, she thought they were not vulgar objects: "This is my destiny, don't force it."

"No!" Jiang Liubai was very excited. Using the top Tao medicine, he would definitely be able to shape his spiritual roots.

"Daniu, come with me for a walk, okay?"

The landlady suddenly made a request.

"Okay." Jiang Liubai looked at her affectionately and nodded.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

The two of them never said the word "love", but their eyes were full of love.

Over the next fifty years, the two of them traveled to many places.

Watching snow, mountains, sea, walking on ice, etc.

Enjoy the beautiful scenery and taste the delicious food.

During this period, Jiang Liubai took out life-extending things several times, hoping to let the landlady live a few more years.

If a mortal eats a very old longevity peach, it can extend his life by at least hundreds of years.

"Daniu, I don't ask you your real name or where you are from." The lady boss refused: "I hope you can respect my decision."

Out of respect, Jiang Liubai did not act secretly.

After several decades, the landlady got older, her face was covered with wrinkles, and she was already very old.

"Let's go back!"

The boss lady knew that her life was coming to an end.

After returning to her hometown, the landlady recalled the mountains and rivers she had traveled through, as if it were an extremely unreal dream.

Inside the simply decorated house, Jiang Liubai said, "Listen to me and let me shape your spiritual roots, okay?"

The landlady's thoughts remained unchanged, she shook her head and said: "Even if I have shaped my spiritual roots, I am still an ordinary person. I can't catch up with you. We are so different from you that we can't stay together forever."

Jiang Liubai: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

The landlady said: "You are the proud son of God. It is a blessing from God that I can meet you in this vast sea of ​​people. No matter how much you are, I can't ask for more."

Jiang Liubai: "Wouldn't it be nice to always be by my side as you embark on the path of spiritual practice?"

Boss Wife: "You are destined to go to a very high place, and I am just a burden. Besides, even if I fulfill your wish, I will still leave this world before you. By then, you will be even more lonely."

Jiang Liubai: "I'm not afraid."

Boss lady: "I'm afraid."

The landlady said again: "I am a common woman in the world, and I am lucky to meet you. I wish you good health for the rest of my life."

Jiang Liubai was extremely reluctant to give up, clenching his hands tightly and his eyes were bloodshot.

The landlady said seriously: "Daniu, respect my decision. It will be a good result for you and me."

A few days later, the landlady drove Jiang Liubai away, refusing to allow him to provide for her until the end of her life.

It’s not good-looking to begin with, but when it gets older it will probably become ugly and I can’t let you see it anymore.

Jiang Liubai left openly but stayed with her secretly.

Accompanying her day and night, her eyes never moved away.

After more than ten years, the landlady passed away.

Until her death, the proprietress wore a veil because she could often feel that Jiang Liubai was nearby.

Cover up the old face full of wrinkles and retain some beauty.

Jiang Liubai buried the landlady in a place where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, where she would not be disturbed by outsiders.

He has guarded the tomb for many years and drank thousands of altars.

On the long road of spiritual practice, we must ultimately look forward.

As I walked, I came to Dongtu and met Buddha.

The landlady knew she was not good enough for Jiang Liubai, so she never talked about getting married, let alone words like "like" and "love".

He was unwilling to practice because he didn’t want to drag down Jiang Liubai and become a burden.

Even if they live a few more years, they will still be separated in the end.

You are not a stranger, so don’t force yourself.

It's great to have this memory.

Jiang Liubai didn't understand the boss's wife's thoughts. Although he was willing, he had to respect the boss's decision.

Otherwise, forcibly shaping spiritual roots and extending life will only destroy this encounter.

Outside the Buddhist gate, under the bodhi tree.

"Yun Shuhe, a very kind female benefactor."

After listening to Jiang Liubai's story, Fozi said softly.

"Yes, she is very kind." Jiang Liubai drank a few more sips of wine, seemed to think of some interesting things, suddenly laughed, and said: "She is also very stupid."

"Although we haven't made a promise to eachother, we have achieved the fruit of perfection."

In Fozi's view, that girl ended her life happily and should not be sad.

"It is indeed perfect for her, but how should I forget?"

Jiang Liubai remembered the girl who loved to laugh, leaving a deep mark in his heart that cannot be erased.

Her voice would still ring in his ears, asking if he had eaten enough.

"Why forget?"

Buddha asked rhetorically.

"If you don't forget, how can you let go?"

Jiang Liubai and Fozi looked at each other closely and asked.

"There is no need to forget when you let go." Fozi clearly remembers every detail of the love tribulation he experienced. True letting go means cherishing the good years of the past and looking forward to the unknown future: "Look forward."

"Buddha, please... clarify your doubts."

Jiang Liubai said sincerely.

"The donor has told his own story, and it is only fair that he should hear the poor monk's past."

Picking up the cup of tea in front of him and drinking it in one gulp, Buddha smiled lightly.

Jiang Liubai was stunned for a moment, never having thought that such a situation would happen.

This is a Buddhist treasure land!

Can this also be said? Wouldn't it violate the Buddhist precepts if a Buddhist talks about his own emotional calamity?

There are various versions of what the world knows about the Buddha, some are true and some are false.

If it is narrated by the Buddha himself, it must be full of details and particularly exciting.

"Buddha, is this...appropriate?"

Jiang Liubai glanced at the Buddhist temple not far away.

"Since we have let go, there is nothing we can't talk about." Buddha didn't care and remained calm.

"Buddha is truly worthy of being an eminent monk, but I am being pedantic."

Jiang Liubai's eyes were full of respect.

Next, the Buddha told about his bad fate. There was no emotion in his eyes. He saw through the mortal world and only sought the Dharma to save all sentient beings and save the world.

Listening to Fozi's story, Jiang Liubai drank more than a dozen bottles of fine wine without knowing it, and forgot about it.

Especially when I heard that the Buddha had transferred his untainted Buddha's heart to that woman to protect her safety throughout her life, I was really shocked.

It takes tens of thousands or even more than a hundred thousand years to give birth to a person with a natural and unsullied Buddha mind.

Abandon the Buddha mind and reshape it with Bodhi.

Today's Buddhist disciples no longer need the help of the power of the innate Buddha mind.

Fozi and Jiang Liubai sat under the bodhi tree and talked about past events with each other. They became familiar with each other and talked about everything.

After the chat, the Buddha began to chant sutras.

Listening to the sound of chanting sutras, Jiang Liubai felt very peaceful. This feeling was very strange.

The two of them just got along like this, sometimes drinking tea and chatting, sometimes playing chess and discussing Taoism.

At the same time, Qing Zong.

The monument keeper who was comprehending the Taoism frowned slightly when he heard an inappropriate remark.

"Old boy, you are wasting your time practicing like this."

The person who spoke was Ye Liujun who lived nearby. Sound transmission through the air.