After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 266|It’s better to go back

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Looking at the bowl of hangover soup in front of her, Qiao Wan couldn't help but blush again, but she was concerned about Meng Guangze behind her, so she silently drank the bowl of hangover soup "tons, tons, tons" and poured it on the table. She could hardly suppress her inner excitement.

She! real! So happy! !

I have lived for more than 40 years and I have never been so happy!

After drinking the hangover soup, Qiao Wan fell asleep and slept until early the next morning.

Although the dinner party is over, there are still many invitations waiting for her to reply one by one.

Qiao Wan first tidied up her appearance and went to see Chongde Ancient Garden, the Lu family and other elders. After leaving, the sky had already set. Halfway to the Cen family, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Three or two disciples of the Great Light Hall.

When she thought of the Venerable, Qiao Wan hesitated for a moment and stepped forward to stop the three or two disciples of the Great Light Hall: "Fellow Taoists, may I ask the Venerable..."

"Fellow Daoist Qiao?" The two or three Daguangming Hall disciples laughed very cordially, "You came just in time."

Did she come just in time?

As a result, the next half of the words of the disciple of the Great Light Palace left Qiao Wan stunned.

"The Venerable is preparing to retreat. Fellow Taoist, why don't you come and see the Venerable?"

Qiao Wan was stunned immediately. The enthusiasm and joy that had been surging in her heart since yesterday suddenly seemed like cold water was poured on her. She heard her dry question: "Retreat...what retreat?"

The two or three disciples of the Great Guangming Hall suddenly sighed, with a somewhat gloomy voice: "In this battle, we...so many of our fellow practitioners have reached Nirvana long ago, although the Venerable did not say anything."

But they knew that this sharp-tongued venerable man was actually feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Qiao Wan suddenly thought of this and couldn't help but tighten her lips.

Yes, this head-on conflict with the Demon Realm, in which so many disciples were sacrificed, is not something worth celebrating at all.

She even... was even carried away by the joy, forgetting the tragic death of the disciples of the Great Light Hall.

"Your Majesty came back to Kunshan just because of the ghost market and human sacrifice. Yesterday, he contacted various sects and worked with Elder Gongsun of Yunyan Immortal Mansion to uproot the remaining power of the Xiao family. Now what happened Solved, the Venerable was worried that the Demon Realm would come back sooner or later, so he decided to go into seclusion. "The disciple of Da Guangming Hall was a little confused, "Miss Qiao, you have the best relationship with the Venerable, didn't the Venerable tell you this? "

Qiao Wan murmured twice and said softly "Hmm".

The two or three disciples of the Great Guangming Hall glanced at her again and comforted her with kind words: "Maybe the Venerable is reluctant to disturb you, girl."

Qiao Wan suddenly raised her head and asked: "Your Majesty... When will your Majesty set out?"

"We are ready to leave now." The disciple of the Great Guangming Hall said: "We are here to deal with the last few things. Fellow Taoist, do you want to see the venerable off?"

After the disciples of the Great Guangming Hall left, Qiao Wan stood silently, looking at the majestic undulating mountains under the clear blue sky for a long time.

Until Meng Guangze’s surprised voice rang out: “Venerable Miaofa is in retreat, why don’t you go and have a look? Ah Wan, don’t you have a very good relationship with this Venerable?”

Qiao Wan felt a little frustrated and covered her face: "Senior...I...I don't know either."

Meng Guangze glanced at her quietly, as if he understood something, sighed softly, and rubbed her head: "Let's go and have a look."

Meng Guangze couldn't say anything more about the fact that his daughter fell in love with a Buddhist monk. He looked at the girl who looked a little unhappy, and even more distressed. He sighed that his daughter's love journey was bumpy...even...hopeless.

"I was thinking." Yesterday's happiness was completely extinguished by Dou Tou, Qiao Wan said dullly: "Is it better to avoid seniors?"

She can't control this kind of emotion.

Qiao Wan knew very well that there was no possibility of her having any contact with Master Miaofa. It would be better...it would be better to reduce the contact with him.

The surprised voices of the two or three Great Guangming Hall disciples seemed to still be echoing in their ears.

"Miss Qiao, you have the best relationship with His Holiness. Didn't His Holiness tell you this?"

Maybe, maybe, I was troubled by my admiration for her, so I didn't tell her on purpose! ! When she thought of this, Qiao Wan's face felt hot, and her embarrassment was about to swallow her up like a tide.

But how can she reply to those disciples of the Great Guangming Hall?

Perhaps because he couldn't stand her being so entangled and depressed, Meng Guangze gently broke it down and told her about it.

"That Venerable is in retreat. I don’t know when he will be able to come out. Then you will be asleep again. If you don’t go and see, Awan, are you sure you don’t regret it?"

"It's good to go and take a look. Missing this kind of thing will not weaken by half because you deliberately avoid it. Instead, it will become more and more intense and intense in the days to come, until you are addicted to it."

Qiao Wan looked at Meng Guangze in shock: "Senior...?!"

How could her father be so skilled!

Meng Guangze chuckled, touched her head again, and said with a smile: "That's because after handing Awan to the Qiao family, Daddy has been thinking about you all the time."

A generous, somewhat rough palm landed on the top of her hair, and Qiao Wan couldn't help but blush again.

Enough! This old man exudes charm all the time.

However, after Meng Guangze's analysis, Qiao Wan hesitated for a moment, then pressed the sword on her waist tightly and rushed down Kunshan.

This time, the Venerable did not return to the Great Guangming Hall, but went all the way north, toward the Snowy Mountains in the north.

That place... is the most important pass between the Demon Realm and the Realm of Cultivation.

Without thinking too much, Qiao Wan could understand why Venerable Miaofa chose to retreat here.

After running non-stop all the way, Qiao Wan finally arrived in front of the ferry. Through the sky of reed catkins, Qiao Wan caught a glimpse of the few lonely figures in front of the ferry.

The sunset falls on this cold autumn water. There are thickets of reeds in front of the ferry. The autumn wind suddenly picks up and waves of snow rise deep in the reed flowers.

The Buddha's thin and lonely figure also fell into the cold autumn water. His long dark blue hair was blown by the autumn wind, and the wind filled the sleeves of his blue cassock.

Extremely beautiful, extremely sad.

Not many people came to see him off, perhaps because they had already exchanged greetings in front of the mountain gate. Now there are only Venerable Miaofa, two or three disciples and a white horse at the ferry.

Master Miaofa raised his eyes with such keenness that it was almost terrifying, and his eyes fell on Qiao Wan in the reed marsh.

"Qiao Wan?" He frowned, "Why are you here?"

Qiao Wan took a few steps forward uncomfortably, "Senior..."

In that stern and honest gaze, he murmured: "I...I'm here to see you off."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stern gaze suddenly softened.

At this moment, a drizzle suddenly began to fall from the sky, the sky was misty, and the reed flowers were blown by the wind, scattering like snowflakes all over the sky.

The rain is thin and the water is rippling.

The moment he met the blue eyes of the lotus flower and looked at the thin figure deep in the reeds, Qiao Wan suddenly thought of the words "A silver bowl holds snow, a bright moon hides a heron".

"Senior..." Qiao Wan paused and asked in a stern voice, "How long will senior be in seclusion this time?"

"Until the inner demons are at peace."

Qiao Wan silently gave a junior salute: "With all the chaos in the world, it is rare to have this opportunity. Senior, please rest assured and practice."

"Please let me, junior..." He said awkwardly: "Please let me, junior, give senior a ride."

Master Miaofa looked at her quietly and did not refuse.

Taking the initiative to lead the white horse, Qiao Wan quietly trailed half a step behind the Buddha.

Unexpectedly, Venerable Miaofa actually said gently: "Come to me."

"I can gain some insights these days."

Qiao Wan pursed her lips and replied cautiously: "The world is impermanent."

"I hope you can give up all clinging, greed, anger, and love, and be free of all filthy emotions. You will not be bound by seeing, hearing, and understanding, and you will not be confused by all circumstances. I hope you can uphold your original intention and practice diligently in the beautiful scenery. ."

Qiao Wan's mood suddenly calmed down, and she walked slowly side by side with the Buddha in the rain.

Qiao Wan asked: "Senior, are there any similarities or differences between the three religions? The younger generation cultivates Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and still cannot implement the exercises of these three religions."

Miaofa answer: "If you use it, it will be the same. If you stick to it, it will be different. The confusion and enlightenment are personal and no longer the similarities and differences of the three teachings."

"Senior, what you mean is that whether it is Confucianism, Taoism, or Buddhism, it is just a way to save people?" Qiao Wan thought for a while and asked, "Then what is Tao?"

Wonderful answer: "A normal mind is the way."

Qiao Wan asked: "At that time, people mostly thought about attaining enlightenment and becoming immortals. What do you think, seniors?"

Wonderful answer: "If you have longing in your heart, you will have attachments, that is, you will deviate from the road. If you climb the road, it will be broad and cheerful, like desolate oil clouds and long winds. Your mind will be open and your heart will be free of worries."

Miaofa Venerable said gently: "Just remember, don't remember or think about all dharma, let go of your body and mind and let it be at ease. The heart is like wood and stone, without distinction."

"Then how do you make your heart as solid as wood and stone?"

"All dharmas do not express themselves as empty, do not express themselves as form, do not express themselves as right or wrong, and do not have the intention to bind people. But at that time, people made false calculations, made various understandings, and developed several kinds of knowledge. To create several kinds of love and fear, you must understand that all phenomena do not arise by themselves, but all arise from one's own thoughts."

"All dharmas do not arise by themselves, they all arise from one's own thoughts." Qiao Wan thought back silently, raised her eyes, and couldn't help but be stunned again.

The Buddha's beautiful eyebrows are stretched out, and his cold and charming appearance is slightly more gentle.

It turns out that Senior Miaofa can be so gentle.

Qiao Wan was speechless, bowed again respectfully, and solemnly accepted the Buddha's gentle and tireless teachings.

After walking side by side for a while, Master Miaofa turned around, but did not let her see her off anymore.

Venerable Miaofa tilted his head slightly, and some reed flowers fell on his dark blue hair, which looked like white hair. His long hair was disheveled, and his eyes softened when he looked at her: "Qiao Wan, go back."

Qiao Wan did not refuse, but took out the flute from the storage bag: "Let the junior use this flute to see off the senior."

The sound of the flute is long and lingering, and among the sounds, the autumn water is cold, and a desolate sunset is reflected in the white water.

The withered grass was knee-deep, but the Buddha did not look back. With the sleeves of his robe fluttering, he and the three or two disciples disappeared into the depths of the vast field of reed flowers and drizzle.

The silver bowl contains snow, the bright moon hides the heron, and the white horse enters the reed flowers.

Qiao Wan took back the flute in a daze, silently moved in the direction where the Buddha left, and bowed respectfully as a disciple.

Where are we looking for today? Several clear chime sounds enter the reed flowers.