After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Looking at the bowl of hangover soup in front of him, Qiao Wan's face couldn't help but turn red again, but he was worried about Meng Guangze behind him, and silently drank the bowl of hangover soup "ton ton ton", put it on the table, almost I couldn't hold back my excitement.

she! real! So happy! !

After living for more than 40 years, it seems that I have never been so happy!

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

Although the dinner is over, there are still a lot of greetings here waiting for her to reply one by one.

Qiao Wan first sorted out her appearance and went to see Chongde Ancient Garden, Lu Family and other elders. After leaving, the sky was already sunset, and halfway to Cen's house, she suddenly caught sight of three or two. The disciple of the Great Hall of Light.

Thinking of the Venerable, Qiao Wan hesitated for a while, then stepped forward and stopped the three or two disciples of the Great Bright Hall: "Friends of the Dao, may I ask the Venerable..."

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

Did she come just fine?

As a result, the next half sentence of the disciples of the Great Bright Hall stunned Qiao Wan directly.

"The venerable is preparing to retreat, fellow Daoist, won't you come and see the venerable?"

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment. The enthusiasm and joy that had been surging in her heart from yesterday to now, suddenly like being poured a basin of cold water, she heard herself dryly ask: "Retreat... What retreat?"

The two or three disciples of the Great Hall of Light suddenly sighed, and their voices were a little gloomy: "In this battle, we... so many of our fellow practitioners have already reached Nirvana, although Venerable did not say."

But they know that the Venerable with a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart is actually uncomfortable in his heart.

Qiao Wan suddenly thought of this this time, and couldn't help pursing her lips.

Yes, this head-on conflict with Demon Domain, sacrificing so many disciples, is not something worthy of joy at all.

She was even...even dazzled by the joy, forgetting the tragic death of the disciples of the Great Bright Hall.

"His Excellency came to Kunshan for the ghost market and human sacrifice. Yesterday, he contacted various sects, and together with the elder Gongsun of Yunyan Immortal Mansion, he uprooted the remaining Xiao family forces. Now the matter is resolved, His Holiness was worried that the Demon Territory would come back sooner or later, so he decided to retreat." The disciple of the Great Light Hall was a little puzzled, "Miss Qiao, you have the best relationship with Your Holiness, didn't Your Holiness tell you about this?"

Qiao Wan murmured twice, and then gave a soft "um".

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

Qiao Wan suddenly raised her head and asked, "Your Excellency... When will Your Honor leave?"

"I'm ready to go now." The disciple of the Great Light Hall said: "We are here to deal with the last thing. Do you want to send the Venerable, fellow Daoist?"

After the disciples of the Great Bright Hall left, Qiao Wan stood silently in the same place, looking at the towering and undulating mountains under the clear blue sky, and stood there for a long time.

Until Meng Guangze's surprised voice rang out: "Venor Miaofa retreats, why don't you go and have a look? Ah Wan, isn't your relationship with this venerable very good?"

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: "Go and have a look."

Meng Guangze couldn't say anything more about his daughter's love for a Buddhist monk. Seeing the girl's unhappy appearance, she was even more distressed, and sighed that her daughter's love path was bumpy...even... hopeless.

"I'm thinking." Yesterday's joy was completely drowned out, and Qiao Wan said dullly: "Is it better to avoid seniors?"

She likes this kind of emotion, she can't control it at all.

Qiao Wan knew very well in her heart that she had no chance with Venerable Miaofa, it would be better... it is better to reduce contact with her.

The surprised voices of the two or three Great Hall of Light disciples seemed to still echo in their ears.

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

Maybe, maybe, I was troubled by my admiration for her, so I didn't tell her on purpose! ! Thinking of this, Qiao Wan's face was hot, and the embarrassment was about to engulf her like a tide.

But this is how she can reply to those disciples of the Great Hall of Light.

Maybe it was because she couldn't bear to see her so tangled and dull, Meng Guangze gently broke it up and told her about it.

"That venerable monk is going to retreat. I don't know when he will be able to leave. Then you will fall asleep again. Don't go and have a look. Awan, are you sure you won't regret it?"

"It's better to go and see. Missing this kind of thing will not be weakened by half because you deliberately avoid it. Instead, it will become stronger and stronger in the days to come, until you become addicted to it."

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

How could her father be so skilled!

Meng Guangze chuckled lightly, patted her head again, and said with a smile, "That's because after handing A Wan to the Qiao family, Daddy misses you all the time."

The generous, somewhat rough palm fell on the top of her hair, and Qiao Wan's face couldn't help turning red again.

enough! This old man who always exudes charm.

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

This time, the Venerable did not return to the Great Hall of Light, but went all the way to the north, towards the Great Snow Mountain in the north.

There... is the most important pass between the Demon Domain and the Cultivation Realm.

Without much thought, Qiao Wan can also understand why Venerable Miaofa chose to retreat here.

Running non-stop all the way, and finally in front of the ferry, Qiao Wan caught a glimpse of the few quiet figures in front of the ferry, across the sky of reed flowers.

The sunset glow falls on this cold autumn water, the reeds grow in front of the ferry, the autumn wind blows, and snow waves sway in the depths of the reeds.

The Buddha looked a little thin and lonely, and he also fell into the cold autumn water. The long navy blue hair was blown by the autumn wind, and the wind filled the sleeves of the blue cassock.

Very beautiful, very sad.

There were not many people who came to see them off, perhaps because they had already greeted each other in front of the mountain gate. Now, there are only Venerable Miaofa, two or three disciples and a white horse on this ferry.

Venerable Miaofa raised his eyes almost terribly, and his eyes fell on Qiao Wan in the reeds.

"Qiao Wan?" He frowned like a distant mountain, "Why are you here?"

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

In that stern and honest gaze, he murmured, "I... I'll send you off."

As soon as the voice fell, the stern gaze suddenly softened.

At this time, a drizzle suddenly floated in the sky, the sky was misty, and the reed flowers were blown by the wind, as if snowflakes were scattered all over the sky.

The rain is thin and the water is rippling.

At the moment of meeting the green eyes of the lotus flower, looking at the thin figure in the depths of the reed, Qiao Wan suddenly thought of the words "the silver bowl fills the snow, the bright moon hides the heron".

"Senior..." Qiao Wan paused and asked in a sullen voice, "How long is the senior going to retreat this time?"

"Until the inner demon is safe."

Qiao Wan silently gave a junior salute: "The rivers and lakes are turbulent, and it is rare to have this opportunity, senior and cultivate with peace of mind."

"Please let this junior..." said crampedly, "Please let this junior give you a ride."

Venerable Miaofa glanced at her quietly, but did not say anything to refuse.

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

Unexpectedly, Venerable Miaofa said warmly, "Come beside me."

"I've learned something in the past few days."

Qiao Wan pursed her lips and answered cautiously, "The world is impermanent."

"I hope you can rest all clinging, greed, hatred, love, and defilement. You won't be bound by seeing, hearing, awareness, or deceived by all situations. I hope you can uphold your original heart and practice diligently in the midst of splendid flowers."

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

Qiao Wan asked: "Senior, do you have any similarities or differences between the three teachings? The juniors, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, have never been able to implement these three teachings."

Miaofa replied: "If you use it, it will be the same. If you stick to it, it will be different. The confusion and enlightenment are in the individual, and the three teachings are no longer the same or different."

"What does the senior mean, whether it's Confucianism, Taoism, or Buddhism, it's just the way to cross people?" Qiao Wan thought for a while, and then asked, "Then what is Taoism?"

Miaofa replied: "The ordinary mind is the Tao."

Qiao Wan asked: "People in this age think a lot about becoming an immortal, what do you think of the seniors?"

Miaofa replied: "When the heart grows yearning, it grows the attachment, that is, deviates from the Dao. If you climb the Dao, you will be broad and cheerful, like a barren oil cloud, with few long winds, an open mind, and no worries in your heart."

Venerable Wonderful Dharma said gently: "Remember, cut all dharmas, don't memorize them, don't think about them, let go of your body and mind, and let them be at ease. Your mind is like wood and stone, without distinction."

"Then how to make a heart like wood and stone?"

"All dharmas do not speak to themselves of emptiness, nor of their appearance, nor of right and wrong, and they have no intention to bind people. However, people at the time made false plans, made several kinds of understandings, developed several kinds of knowledge and views, and gave birth to several kinds of things. Love and fear. You must understand that all dharmas do not arise by themselves, they are all from one's own thoughts."

"All dharmas do not arise by themselves, they are all from their own thoughts." Qiao Wan silently recalled, and when she raised her eyes, she couldn't help but be stunned again.

The Buddha's eyebrows stretched out, and the glamorous appearance was actually a little more gentle.

It turned out that Senior Miaofa could be so gentle.

Qiao Wan was silent, and bowed respectfully and politely again, and solemnly accepted the gentle and tireless teaching of the Buddha.

After walking side by side for a while, Venerable Miaofa turned around, but did not let her send him off again.

Venerable Miaofa nodded slightly, and some reed flowers fell between the dark blue hair, which seemed like white heads. His long hair was loose, and his eyes softened when he looked at her: "Qiao Wan, go back."

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

The flute sounds lingering, and in this stack of sounds, the autumn water is cold, and a bleak sunset is reflected in Bai Lian.

The withered grass had no knees, and the Buddha did not look back. With his robe sleeves fluttering, he and the three or two disciples disappeared into the depths of the vast reed flowers and the drizzle.

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

Qiao Wan took back the flute in a daze, and silently moved in the direction of the Buddha's departure, and respectfully saluted as a disciple.

Looking for where to go today, a few clear chimes enter the reed flowers.