After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

Song Boyan just smiled lightly after listening to the Zen speech given by the host. Buddhists emphasize that the mind is free of distracting thoughts and the four elements are empty. To truly achieve this step is equivalent to taking refuge in my Buddha.

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

People have to suffer from birth, and they go through life in the world, experiencing joys and sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, loves, hates, and infatuation.

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

- Nirvana.

That is what the Buddha wanted the world to pursue.

The old host also said: "Too much desire is suffering, life and death are exhausted, from greed and desire, less desire and inaction, body and mind are at ease. People who have less desires will not be flattering to seek people's opinions, and they will no longer be led by various roots. Those who practice less desire, The mind is calm and fearless; there is more than enough to touch things, and there is always no shortage. Those who have few desires will have Nirvana.”

"The mind is as calm as water, and there is no desire to be rigid." 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 the appearances that are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata. All the dharmas that exist are like dream bubbles, dew and electricity, and you should view them like this."

The implication is that I can't help myself, in the final analysis, it's just my own can't let go.

"Those who believe in Buddha worship Buddha, it is a kind of refuge; those who do not believe in Buddha worship Buddha, at least it is a kind of respect." The cassock on the old host is slightly outdated, but the eyes of the elderly are not cloudy, but the eyebrows are kind: "Believe in If you don’t believe it, since the Minister of Finance has come to worship Buddha, he has been the same for many years, and all he asks for is peace of mind.”

Hearing this, Song Boyan smiled with his hands behind his back. He was not unhappy because the old monk had revealed his thoughts, but instead replied, "A mere layman, dare not talk about scriptures and Dharma with the host."

As soon as he finished speaking, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the shadow not far away.

As the sun was setting, Tang Li was standing beside the arch, wearing a fruit green jacket, a slightly larger black backpack on his right shoulder, a loose ponytail, and a small face without makeup. The deer eyes are also looking at him.

Such a chance encounter seems too coincidental.

The old host turned his head and found a strange little girl in the temple. He looked at the middle-aged monk inquiringly. The middle-aged monk hurried over to explain and learned that it was here to store the urns of the elders. The old host showed kindness and then said: " My Buddha is merciful, and the filial piety of the donor is true, so naturally I should not be turned away."

After some distance, Tang Li understood the meaning of the old host and folded his hands together to thank him.

Then, she turned her attention to Song Boyan again.

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

Tang Li was still waiting in place.

The old host and Song Boyan said a few more words 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 clasped the shoulder strap of the bag tightly.

"I don't have to film and take classes recently, so why do you have time to come here?"

There were two bodyguards standing not far to the left. Tang Li calmed down a little, but it was the same remark she told the monks in the temple: "I just finished the work the day before yesterday, and I heard that Guangyuan Temple has a place to enshrine the relics of the ancestors. A few days just happened to be fine, so I sent my mother's urn over."

Song Boyan nodded, his Adam's apple moved slightly when he spoke: "It's inconvenient to call a car here, I'll ask Ji Ming to take you back to the county seat."

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Li looked up at him: "If possible, I would like to stay on the mountain for a few days."