The civil unrest in Iraq came quickly and ended quickly. The Iraqi government captured the armed rebel leader and several important leaders of the organization, and is currently further clearing out the rebels. It will not end anytime soon.
The apostolic mission of Xu Chenyu and his colleagues was successfully completed because of this sudden change in Iraq. With the help of Xu Xianghu, they are now hiding in the base and will return to their country when the war in Iraq is quelled and the ban on external travel is lifted.
However, even Yi's ban could not stop Si Yiyan from leaving.
Si Yiyan did not return to the capital of Country Z, but went to a place.
—Nepal!
—The birthplace of Buddhism!
Prayer flags are floating, pagodas are standing in rows, and the chanting of Sanskrit is endless!
Si Yiyan slowly walked up the slightly damp stone brick steps and climbed up towards the ancient Buddhist temple above the steps.
Follow the stone path, pass through the incense hall, and you will see an ancient Bodhi tree in the backyard, quiet and beautiful.
Si Yiyan!
You came all the way from hell, holding a butcher knife in your hand, your body stained with blood, and committing sins of killing. So why are you standing here in the end
—Who wakes up first from the dream? I know it myself!
"Donor, why are you here, covered in blood?" The senior monk in a grey robe sat cross-legged, motionless and calm. His body seemed to be covered with a layer of dust that had settled since ancient times, simple and silent.
A peaceful voice, like the sound of Buddhist chanting.
When Si Yiyan arrived, he didn't even open his eyes.
Si Yiyan knelt on the yellow brocade cushion opposite the monk, clasped his hands together and placed them on his chest: "I have some doubts, please help me solve them."
The monk remained unmoved: "I remember that I understood your destiny twice. The first time was when you were five years old, and the second time was when you were eighteen years old."
The monk closed his eyes and counted the rosary beads in his hand. He had never opened his eyes since Si Yiyan appeared.
"Yes!"
Si Yiyan lowered his head slightly and answered.
The first time was when I was five years old. The master told me that I was destined to be lonely and old for the rest of my life, an irresistible fate.
The second time, he returned to Country Z and met the master by chance. The master gave him two magic bags, one red and one white.
In the red brocade bag it was written: We will be together in life and death, and there is no return to hell!
It was written in the white brocade bag: Alone and lonely until the end of your life!
"You are the reincarnated Buddha. You have been reincarnated three times and can achieve enlightenment. The Buddhahood lasts for 108 kalpas, and you have cultivated for 107 kalpas. The last kalpa is a painful one. You cannot escape it or perish. You should give up your desires. When your desires are gone, you will see the truth."
"Red face, withered bones, don't you understand yet?"
The monk's voice is as loud as thunder and is thought-provoking.
Si Yiyan whispered, "It is foolish to dig out your eyes immediately for fear that your heart will be tempted when you see a beautiful woman. Because the heart is the protagonist that is tempted. If the heart is not enlightened, the filth will be hard to get rid of."
What the eyes see is beauty!
The mind is obscured and it is difficult to transcend.
The monk sighed and opened his eyes: "Do you have the answer now?"
Red and white sachet.
The white one represents reincarnation!
Buddha said that in the cycle of reincarnation, if the heart moves, it will be a thousand years. Since I can no longer feel the heartbeat, my heart is as calm as water, so I might as well cut off the emotional ties and rely on Buddha.
The red one represents a disaster!
Buddha said, "People who have great desires cannot see the Way. People are entangled in desires and their hearts are turbid, so they cannot see the Way."
"Of course I have." From the moment he met Wen Xinya, he was a Shura butcher knife, forever in the bloody domain: "The Buddha said that it takes five hundred glances in the previous life to get a chance to pass by each other in this life. I am willing to look back thousands of times in exchange for a life and death relationship in this life." He paused, and continued after a while: "I am willing to practice hard for three lifetimes and become a Buddha for 107 kalpas, in exchange for being in hell for eternity, with no way to escape."
Buddha is spiritual practice, and devil is the devil in the heart!
Those who have demons in their hearts will fall into hell and never escape!
Wen Xinya is the inner demon that brings him disaster!
The monk's eyebrows moved slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Do you know that among the 108 kalpas of Buddha, only the kalpa of love is the most painful?"
From love comes sorrow; from love comes fear!
At this moment, he was deeply trapped in the terror of love and couldn't extricate himself.
Si Yiyan replied: "Life is originally about suffering in this life and cultivating in the next life."
In his previous life, he lived alone until his death, which was miserable!
In this life, he will finally be fulfilled and happy!
"It is difficult for doctors to heal those who are dying, and it is difficult for Buddha to save those who have no affinity with Buddha. Your affinity with Buddha is gone. From now on, you will be slaughtered by Asuras and suffer in hell." The monk closed his eyes slowly without moving his eyebrows. "Go away. Our affinity with Buddha is over!"
Si Yiyan knelt and sat still: "The believer has any doubts, please give me some guidance!"
Before, he was called a Buddhist disciple.
Now, he is just a believer.
The monk said calmly, "The killing has not stopped, the blood has not died, who will wake up first from the big dream? I know it myself. The Buddha said that if a righteous person practices evil, the evil will become righteous; if an evil person practices righteous, the righteous will become evil. Everything is created by the mind! You should take care of yourself!"
Who knows that life is a dream? I know my own life.
Life is like a big dream. Only you know what you have done, whether it is right or wrong, good or evil.
Si Yiyan bowed and said in a low voice: "Thank you, Master, for clearing up my doubts."
He interfered in Iran's internal affairs without permission, caused killings, and had his hands stained with blood. This was contrary to his usual way of doing things. He will suffer in hell, and Buddha will save his believers.
The monk closed his eyes and said nothing.
Silence fell all around.
It seems like time has passed.
The room was so dark that even sunlight could hardly penetrate. There was only a small butter lamp to guide all living beings.
Si Yiyan sat quietly for a while, seeming unaware of the passing of time.
It was not until the dusk moved westward and the room became completely dark that he opened his eyes, slowly stood up, silently saluted the monk, turned around and left step by step.
The monk, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.
The silent grey eyes were dull and without light, but they were filled with the wisdom that came from seeing through the mundane world.
One step, reincarnation!
One step, hell.
One step, no return!
He is walking on a road of no return.
Moreover, he is walking forward without hesitation.
Si Yiyan left the courtyard and occasionally passed by tourists.
Until he stood at the foot of the temple mountain, he looked up at the mountain. The pagoda gradually disappeared, but the sound of Sanskrit continued.
He slowly took out his cell phone and turned it on. The incoming call information showed that there were more than 30 missed calls and more than 20 messages, all from Wen Xinya.
There was a civil war in Iran, she must have been terrified!
Si Yiyan read through her messages one by one.
She only reported good news and not bad news, just to make him feel at ease.
In fact, everything about her could not escape his eyes.
Old Master Wen was in a coma, and the Wen couple turned against each other and blamed each other. She stepped forward to preside over the overall situation of the Wen Group, including when Old Master Wen woke up, she knew everything!
"The amulet has been embroidered. When will you be back?"
The last message was at nine o'clock this morning.
Si Yiyan smiled: "It's been three months, it's time to start the journey home!"
He suddenly felt a little excited about what the amulet she embroidered with acacia silk would look like.