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"How did I degrade myself into this state today? Did you leave us just to experience the suffering of the world? It's not enough to just be battered and bruised." That day, Huanhuan, when she saw me, I was fortunate to see her rare angry expression while still alive, rare in her lack of refinement, rare in looking a bit haggard. "I can handle it myself." Of course, I know my friends want to help me, but this is something I can handle better on my own. They feel sorry for me, but I don't feel sorry for myself, after all, I have no heart."
The Buddha said, "Love me," and the world said, "The Buddha's love for humanity is great."
"Do you believe that today he will fall in love with me..."
"Do you love just one person, or do you love everyone at once?"
I know who he is, the man I have set my sights on. He is a monk, praised by everyone here, saying that he possesses the most noble soul in this world of the mundane. On this vast grassland, besides cattle and sheep, his thangka is the most common. Everyone says he has great compassion and boundless love. Everyone respects him, everyone worships him, so it can also be said that no one loves him.
If a person can love every flower, every blade of grass, and even every ant with the same love, then everything to him is nothing more than ordinary existence. Loving or not loving is the same, and there is no distinguishable meaning.
This person doesn't look like a monk at all. He has a pair of affectionate and languid azure eyes, exaggerated yet poetic and beautiful chestnut hair, and wears a loose-fitting blue monk's robe. He wears large prayer beads on his head, ears, and neck, which I later learned were actually a Buddhist scripture instrument. I would have died at the hands of this person. He said his Buddhist name is Fan Le, but his secular name is actually Li Jian. People who have become monks are not allowed to mention their secular past, so I guess that's their unbearable past.
"Why is your Buddhist name Fan Le? I don't like it, can you change it?" When we first met formally, he appeared just in time to rescue me from a wolf pack, and instead of saying thank you, I said this. At that time, he just looked at me quietly, neither refusing nor agreeing. It wasn't until I don't know how long later that he handed me a pair of gorgeous emerald green agate earrings with gold trim. "Is this for me? I won't be polite." I immediately accepted this strange gift and put on the earrings, which were really beautiful jewelry.
You know, sometimes strange things happen, but it's not common. For example, two strangers who have never met feel deeply familiar with each other, or you know each other's quirks. It's just strange between him and me.
"I owe you," he said to me. "Are you sure you owe me?" I was really confused. I had never been to village, this was my first time leaving. And now, for the first time, I have someone to repay, and it's a monk. In any case, this is hard to imagine, something I didn't really anticipate. "What do you owe me? I don't know you."
"Yes, you don't know me. What do you want now, Miss Ming?"
How did he know his Dharma name?! How did he know my name?! "Can I have anything I want then?" I asked him, nonchalantly.
"Of course, except for what I owe you, everything else is fine."
"What do you have to repay? If you don't want to repay the debt, just leave. Anyway, I don't know what you owe me." I think this person is really boring. I came here to seek revenge, I don't have time to waste with him. "If you can, you should repay what you owe." He calmly blocked my way and spoke slowly.
"Whether love is repaid or not, who cares..."
Yes, I didn't care at that time.
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