Ning An held his breath and concentrated his mind. When he slowly walked to the abbot's house, he happened to hear the voices of the abbot and Song Shaoyan.

She was surprised, stopped, her eyes filled with a profound luster.

The cold wind outside blew on her body, and she didn't realize it, and her hands were already cold red.

She never thought that one day she would meet Song Shaoyan in the temple.

Ning An exhaled, with frost and mist hanging on his long eyelashes, and his eyes blinked, and warmth appeared.

"Song Donor, how do you understand that 'all appearances are false. If you see all appearances, you will see the Tathagata'?" The abbot's voice was thick and friendly, and it was clear and clear in the vicissitudes of life.

"What you see in the world is nothing in your heart. When you see clouds, it is clouds, when you see rain, it is rain, and when you see good and evil, right and wrong are like this. And all of this is just an illusion created in your heart. If you calm your mind and keep your original mind, you can be a Buddha."

Ning An didn't know if it was because the surroundings were too quiet, but Song Shaoyan's low voice was a little more moist than usual.

When his voice sounded, Ning An felt in a daze, as if she had been back many years ago when she first heard him speak.

The first time I heard him speak was at the school's welcome meeting, where he spoke as the president of the student union.

She was in a very back position and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she could hear his voice.

Just like everyone's reaction, the senior's voice sounds really nice.

Five years later, she knew that his throat was injured in that mine accident and his voice changed, but he could still hear the smell of the past when he listened carefully.

Especially at this moment, the surroundings are quiet, and this trance is even more irritating to Ning'an.

It seems like a different life.

"Master Song, have you really put down everything in the world? Do you really not care about everything anymore?"

Song Shaoyan probably thought about it and replied: "Abbot, I once thought about where I am in this noisy and lively world. I once had entangled between life and death. The more I was entangled, the more I was in peace. Now I understand that if there was still where I am in my place, it would be the pure land of Buddhism."

"Abbot." Ning An couldn't stand it, so he stood up and walked into the door, folded his hands and bowed, "It's so much trouble."

"You are..." the abbot smiled, kind and generous.

Song Shaoyan's expression changed: "What are you doing here? Why did you come here?"

"Abbot, look at this person." Ning An looked at Song Shaoyan and exposed him mercilessly, "He couldn't even take off a mask. Abbot, do you think he really had to put down everything? No, he didn't even have the courage to face himself, let alone talk about quitting and giving up. Abbot, I think the Buddha would not accept such a coward and a person with impure six senses, right?"

"Ning'an!" Song Shaoyan was angry and lowered his voice. His deep eyes looked at her lips chattering, "Get out for me!"

"Abbot, this man is so presumptuous in front of the Buddha and has no compassion at all. He is not worthy of being a disciple of the Buddhist school."

"Ning'an, please calm down and see where this is!"
Chapter completed!