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Chapter 229 I want to stay in the mountains for a few days

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    Song Boyan just smiled faintly after listening to the Zen words of the host. Buddhism emphasizes the absence of distracting thoughts and the emptiness of the four elements. Being able to truly achieve this step is equivalent to taking refuge in our Buddha.

    The Buddha said: All life is suffering, and all appearances are essentially non-existent.

    People have to endure suffering since they are born, crawling around in the world of mortals, experiencing joys and sorrows, joy, anger, love, hate and delusion, only to realize in the end that everything is just an illusion.

    And all living beings are in reincarnation and want to get rid of the situation of "inverted delusion", and the answer is ready to come out.

    ¡ª¡ªNirvana.

    That is what the Buddha wanted the world to pursue.

    The old abbot said: "More desires lead to suffering, fatigue of life and death, starting from greed. If you have few desires and do nothing, your body and mind will be at ease. People with few desires will not flatter others to seek others' wishes, and will no longer be affected by various roots. Those who practice few desires,  The mind is calm, free from worries and fears; it has more than enough to deal with, and always has no shortcomings. Those who have few desires will have Nirvana."

    "A heart as calm as water, without desires is strong." Song Boyan said: "It's just that in this world, there are too many things that you can't help yourself."

    The old host sighed slowly: "All appearances are false. If you see all appearances that are not appearances, you have seen the Tathagata. All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and you should observe it like this."

    The implication is that you can¡¯t help yourself. In the final analysis, it¡¯s just your own inability to let go.

    "For people who believe in Buddhism, worshiping Buddha is a kind of refuge; for people who don't believe in Buddhism, worshiping Buddha is at least a form of respect." The cassock on the old host's body was a bit old, but the elderly man's eyes were not muddy, and his eyebrows were kind: "Believe in Buddhism."  Maybe you don¡¯t believe it, but the finance minister has come to worship Buddha for many years, and all he wants is peace of mind.¡±

    Hearing this, Song Boyan put his hands behind his back and smiled. He was not unhappy because the old monk revealed what he was thinking. Instead, he added: "A mere layman would not dare to talk about scriptures and Dharma with the host."

    As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the beautiful figure not far away from the corner of his eye.

    It was just as the sun was setting. Tang Li stood by the arch, wearing a green jacket, a slightly larger black backpack on his right shoulder, and a loose ponytail. His face was unpainted, and his pair of  The little deer eyes were also looking at him.

    Such an encounter seemed too much of a coincidence.

    The old abbot turned his head and found a strange little girl in the temple. He looked at the middle-aged monk inquiringly. The middle-aged monk hurriedly went over to explain and learned that the urn was here to store the ashes of the elders. The old abbot looked friendly and said: "  We, the Buddha, are merciful and the benefactor is truly filial, so naturally we should not be turned away.¡±

    From a distance, Tang Li understood what the old host meant and clasped his hands together to thank him.

    Then, she turned her attention to Song Boyan.

    The old host suddenly said: "This female donor seems to know Finance Minister Song."

    Tang Li is still waiting where he is.

    The old host said a few words to Song Boyan and left with the middle-aged monk. Only Song Boyan was still standing in front of the incense burner.

    About ten seconds later, Song Boyan walked towards her.

    Tang Li tightened his grip on the shoulder strap of the bag.

    ¡°You don¡¯t have to go to school for filming recently, so how can you have time to come here?¡±

    There were two bodyguards standing not far to the left. Tang Li stabilized her mind a little, and she still told the monk in the temple: "I just finished filming the day before yesterday. I heard that Guangyuan Temple has a place to enshrine the relics of the ancestors. This  When I had nothing to do for a few days, I sent my mother¡¯s urn over.¡±

    Song Boyan nodded after hearing this, his Adam's apple twitching slightly as he spoke: "It's not convenient to call a taxi here. I'll ask Ji Ming to take you back to the county seat."

    After hesitating for a moment, Tang Li raised his gaze and looked back at him: "If possible, I would like to stay in the mountain for a few days." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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