He Feifei looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva in confusion and said, "Bodhisattva, what does this mean?"
The Bodhisattva did not mean to explain, but asked: "Do you really want to see Meng Yuan again? At any cost?" Guanyin Bodhisattva asked.
He Feifei was shocked when she heard Guanyin Bodhisattva express her wish all at once. She had never told this secret to anyone, not even Chen Bin, with whom she had the best relationship. She only told Guanyin Bodhisattva, and since the Bodhisattva said it, the little doubt in her heart was completely dissipated.
He Feifei quickly kowtowed and said, "Please let me do it, Bodhisattva. Any price will do, I'm willing to pay!"
"Are you willing to wait to look back in five hundred years?" the Bodhisattva asked.
"Five hundred years?" He Feifei was stunned. Isn't this too long? However, thinking of him in his heart, he still nodded firmly and said: "Yes!"
"This look requires you to give up everything in front of you, your family and friends. Are you still willing?"
"Yes!" He Feifei gritted her teeth. She had had enough of missing him day and night. She wanted to see him!
"In that case, just wait here." After saying this, the Bodhisattva waved his hand.
He Feifei only felt the world change, and then he turned into a stone, lying in the wilderness, unable to move or speak. At first, He Feifei didn't feel anything, but as the sun rose and was exposed to the scorching sun, He Feifei felt as if her whole body was falling into fire, which was unbearably hot and painful. After finally surviving the scorching sun, a strong wind came again, the wind was like a knife, and the pain made her want to cry; the wind passed, and the heavy rain fell, and the rain hit her body, which was cold to the bone, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted, muttering in her heart. : "For the sake of meeting him, what do these count for?"
Four hundred and ninety-nine years have passed, with wind and sun, rain and ice, but He Feifei still hasn't seen Meng Yuan, her heart is in pain, and she feels like she is about to collapse.
Just then, a construction team passed by, dug her out of the ground, and made her into a stone bridge. On the day the stone bridge was built, a person came from afar, with the same familiar clothes and familiar face. , familiar temperament, she finally saw him as she wished! She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She could only stare at him blankly.
However, he never looked at her. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry, leaving no trace of nostalgia.
Looking at his retreating back, He Feifei just wanted to cry. This was not what she wanted!
"Amitabha, donor, as you wished, you have seen him. How is it?" Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared again and asked with a smile.
"Bodhisattva, please, I still want to see him, no... I want to touch him! Yes, I... really want to touch him." At this point, He Feifei lowered her head a little shyly, not noticing that above A certain monk pretending to be a Bodhisattva was also very shy and his face turned red... Fang Zheng, who had never been exposed to this kind of cyan love, suddenly found that compared with girls, he was quite pure, at least just looking at it, he never thought about it Take action!
Then the Bodhisattva said: "Are you sure you want to touch him?"
"Yes, sure." He Feifei said.
"This is more troublesome. You have to wait five hundred years." The Bodhisattva said.
He Feifei was stunned. The previous five hundred years had already made her miserable. She still had to wait five hundred years? However, thinking of the shadow in my heart, I gritted my teeth and said, "I can wait!"
"Amitabha, as you wish." The Bodhisattva waved his hand.
The world in front of He Feifei changed, and she found that she had turned into a tree, surrounded by wilderness.
He Feifei thought that when she was a stone, she had been exposed to wind, frost, rain and snow and was used to this kind of hardship, but when she turned into a tree, she realized how naive this idea was. Can a tree compare with a stone? The stone is hard and is not afraid of wind and rain. However, the tree is different. It is exposed to wind and sun, thunder and frost, as if it has experienced eighteen kinds of hellish ordeals.
Finally, four hundred and ninety-nine years passed.
Just when He Feifei could no longer hold on, a figure walked from the distance. It was a man hiking. Although his clothes had changed, the face and smile were still familiar to her. He Feifei smiled, finally waiting for him, and smiled with relief.
Later, the weather was too hot, so Meng Yuan came to the tree, put down his luggage, sat under the tree, leaned against the tree trunk, took a nap, and fell asleep unknowingly.
He Feifei smiled. She finally got what she wanted and touched him. Looking at his peaceful sleep, He Feifei tried hard to close the leaves to block him from the sun.
However, the good times did not last long. Meng Yuan left without saying anything. He picked up his luggage and hit the road again.
Looking at Meng Yuan's back, He Feifei felt empty in her heart again, but she was no longer as persistent as before.
"Amitabha, donor, how are you?" Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared again.
"Thank you, Bodhisattva." He Feifei said respectfully.
"Do you still want to see him again?" Guanyin Bodhisattva asked. From Fang Zheng's point of view, it was just two meetings, so it shouldn't be over yet.
However, He Feifei shook her head: "No, I am satisfied with these two sides. When I haven't seen them, I always want to see them. When I really saw them, I saw them, I touched them, and I found... I suddenly understood what the Bodhisattva said before. That’s the meaning of the Zen language.” He Feifei suddenly smiled.
"Oh? What did the donor think?" Fang Zheng was also a little curious. Different people and different environments have different understandings of Zen. Fang Zheng wanted to know what He Feifei realized.
"Beautiful love, touching love, it turns out that they are all illusory! But illusory love is also the most beautiful! Like falling in a dream, it is close in front of you but cannot be touched; the distant one is always the most beautiful, because it is out of reach and full of beauty. It is difficult to imagine but difficult to understand. The real beauty lies in the illusion created by the human heart. This kind of beauty is worthy of our pursuit. Even if we spend a lifetime and get a heartbreaking ending, we are still longing for it.
But illusion is illusion, and living in illusion will only lead to pain. Only by transcending can one be freed. Meng Yuan is not that perfect. I perfected him. "He Feifei said with extremely clear eyes.
Fang Zheng was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect He Feifei to actually understand. And it was completely different from what he understood!
Fang Zheng's understanding of this sentence was more focused on life, and he subconsciously said: "The donor is very wise."
He Feifei smiled and asked respectfully: "May I ask Bodhisattva, is there any other explanation for this?"
Fang Zheng smiled. This girl actually wanted to test whether the dream was true or false. The Bodhisattva during the test period was here! So brave! At the same time, Fang Zheng also realized a problem. In this world without God, everyone would be a little suspicious of God. However, He Feifei's test could not stop Fang Zheng, and it was not for nothing that he had studied Buddhism for so long. He smiled and said: "What the donor said is the understanding of love. As for life, this sentence should be : If people are not attached to all material fame and fortune in the world, they will not be controlled by material fame and fortune. It is precisely because people pursue these sensory things that they will become unhappy... Everything flows and nothing lasts forever. Mortal people care too much about themselves. Feelings, feelings, that’s why we are in dire straits. Everything is illusory, life is like a dream that disperses with the wind! Gathering and separation, joy and sorrow are all caused by fate!"
(End of chapter)