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Chapter 282: Aren’t You Always With Me in Everything?

Chapter 282 Aren’t you always with me no matter what?

Qingliang Temple.

Baiwan, whose Dharma name was Mingxin, practiced Buddhism with his hair uncut at Qingliang Temple, eating, living and practicing together with other monks.

Holding a Buddhist scripture in the left hand, he closed his eyes and felt it.

After the morning class, he felt more peaceful in his monk's robes.

After many years of ups and downs in life, he suffered from frequent chaos such as the killing of teachers and people, the destruction of his country and his family.

He hopes to wash away the haze of the past and find peace of mind through the influence of Buddhism.

Or you can chant sutras and practice with the monks every day.

Or often walk among the temples and mountains, watching the steep mountains light and graceful, watching the waterfalls singing and rushing down.

After morning class, Bai Wan had a chatty conversation with the monkey picking chestnuts on the roadside.

After fetching water, he chatted with the fish in the river.

This man even walked around in the mountains and followed the monks to plant vegetables. When he saw each vegetable, he would pick up a branch and paint a stroke on the mud.

Whenever he started practicing, even Ling Shumo would be completely forgotten by him. They always communicated through letters and seldom met.

Day after day, it really helps him gradually heal the pain and torture from the first half of his life.

Therefore, Zen is incorporated into painting, and one stroke creates the soul.

Bai Wan's paintings also changed from the previous fusion of form and meaning to a large-scale freehand style of simplicity, emptiness, void and nothingness.

Today, in the wing room.

His painting "Splash-ink Monk" transcends the past in form and spirit, is concise and free from emotion, and is a rare Zen painting school in the world.

When he finished a piece of writing, someone came to the table in the wing.

"Master Kongming."

Bai Wan said softly.

He looked at Master Kongming and couldn't help but perform a Buddhist salute. His entire temperament had almost gotten rid of that of a ruffian and had some Buddha nature in it.

"Amitabha." Master Kongming returned the greeting.

"Master, are you here to discuss Buddhist principles today? Or?"

"Mingxin. I see that you have a connection with Buddha. Do you have the heart to be a true disciple of my Buddhist sect?"

Bai Wan took a step back in shock.

How come there is another monk who wants him to become a monk?

So he quickly refused verbally.

"That won't do, Master. I can't bear to leave the world, so I will definitely break the precepts."

He subconsciously turned his head away, still chatting and laughing.

"Besides, shaving your head is too ugly, and burning your scars is too painful!"

Anyway, every part of my body could not hide the strong rejection.

Kongming looked at the picture on his desk, his brows gradually furrowed.

Although the Zen philosophy in the painting is clear and has a connection with Buddhism, the brushwork is highly inappropriate.

"Mingxin, I feel that you have practiced in this temple for a hundred days, discussing Taoism and Zen, and understanding Zen painting. Although you have exhausted your energy and stayed away from disputes. But..."

"You haven't let go of all the obsessions in your heart, you..."

"If you can completely stay away from the world and do nothing, you will be able to live a long and healthy life."

Bai Wan listened and smiled helplessly.

He came here to cultivate his mind. If he really became a monk, that would be escaping from reality.

So, he said calmly: "Master, thank you for your words of advice. I know I am not a perfect person, and I will overcome my obsessions one by one."

Kong Ming looked at him, as if he was looking at someone struggling miserably, and was slightly stunned.

He was clearly destined to have a short life and a lot of misfortunes, but he was able to live so transparently.

After seeing so many things, one still feels no pain, and one's mind is clear.

He is a person with a bold personality on the outside and different thoughts on the inside.

"Grandmaster!"

Bai Wan's eyes suddenly turned back: "I will leave when I figure it out. Before I leave, I will paint a mural for the temple as a token of gratitude for taking me in."

"If you practice Buddhism for one day, you are considered a Buddhist for one day."

Master Kongming looked at him and felt that this man's eyes were much clearer than when he just woke up, and his hands gradually came together.

"Amitabha……"

At the foot of Qingliang Temple.

In the thatched house, Ling Shumo sat alone by the window, seemingly in deep thought.

As a person who is far away from the disputes in the court, now in this free world, the official airs on him have been greatly reduced.

Besides, I really hate the officialdom and the attention of the powerful.

After giving up his official position, he became an ordinary scholar again, practicing calligraphy and painting every day, and began to plan where he and Abai would live in seclusion.

When I finished writing, there was a knock on the door.

"Zi Chen!"

Hearing these two words, Ling Shumo turned around and opened the door, and happened to see the man standing in the night.

Blah blah blah~

The sound of the wooden door was even more harsh.

He leaned over and hugged the person opposite him, hugging her so tightly that even his clothes were messed up.

Bai Wan was hugged for a long time again. She smiled indifferently and stroked his back. After all, they had not seen each other for a month and she was really missing him.

During this time, Ling Shumo could not bear to disturb her, and he suppressed his longing to let her practice in peace. Even the poems and letters he wrote were just about drinking tea, talking about Zen, and discussing scriptures.

They were not ordinary lovers.

Just by looking at each other's calligraphy, paintings, poems and essays, they can create a world that only exists between the two of them. This kind of communication between two soulmates makes people amazed and sigh.

Finally, a cold wind blew over.

White Pea shuddered.

I don’t know how long it has been...

Only when Ling Shumo had hugged her enough did he let go.

He stared at me very seriously: "Abai, are you done with your training?"

After a moment of silence, Bai Wan said calmly: "I still have three obsessions. After they are resolved, I will be able to leave Qingliang Temple completely."

Ling Shumo looked at him quietly, his eyes seemed to see the brilliance in this man's eyes, a temperament that was different from before.

So, he reached out and held the other person's hand: "Okay——"

"This obsession..." Bai Wan changed his tone: "First, fear of water. Second, greed. Third, the abyss of sin."

Suddenly, the two looked at each other with deep eyes.

How could Ling Shumo not understand these?

Han Miaoran used to think too much, which led to him getting stuck in a dead end. If he persisted for a day, he would not be able to paint what he wanted.

"Zi Chen," Bai Wan suddenly leaned close to his ear, "Tomorrow, you will teach me how to swim!"

Ok?

Ling Shumo seemed a little unsure and asked, "You know you are afraid of water, and you drowned because of it a few months ago..."

He also killed his master with his own hands, was deeply traumatized, and was in a coma for many days.

This sentence was not continued.

However, the person opposite turned around, hugged the person from behind, and closed his eyes lightly.

"You also said that was a few months ago. I still need to face it. It's not impossible for me to save myself. Don't you accompany me no matter what happens?"

"In that case."

Ling Shumo gazed at the man's exposed face tenderly, then hugged him back.

"good --"