The Queen's Scandal Dad

When the flowers fall, someone's heart is chilled; when summer is gone, someone's feelings are chilled. In a person's life, there are always some people that cannot be kept, and there are always some things that cannot be avoided. Just like flowers, they will always wither, just like summer, they will eventually leave. In life, those passers-by who do not belong to you will eventually be in a hurry; in life, those things that have a cause for you will eventually come. Don't go and be sad for others. Don't go and be sad for things. Let your heart be open, open your arms, be relaxed and happy, and enjoy the future. When we meet, there is no right or wrong, and there is no time limit; when we are apart, there is no resentment, no regret, and no energy. Life is like this, meeting each other holding hands, waving goodbye, coming and going, gathering and separation. Standing on the other side of time, looking and daydreaming, all the living beings in the vast sky, whether they meet or get acquainted, it is a kind of fate; whether they meet or part, they are all beautiful. In the years of life, as long as you have gazed and looked back, it is a kind of luck. Treat gains and losses with an indifferent heart, and your mood will be relaxed; stick to principles with a firm heart, and your life will be fulfilling. No matter how the years change, as long as you live seriously, as long as you cherish it with all your heart, and everything is indifferent and silent, you have no regrets, which is the most beautiful!

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In the temple there was an old monk and a young monk. One day, the old monk said to the young monk: "There is not much food in the temple. You can go down the mountain and turn some rice back." The little monk nodded, picked up the bag and went down the mountain, and never came back. The old monk waited alone in the temple for a year. Finally he couldn't hold it any longer, so he put a lock on the temple door and went down the mountain to find the young monk. The old monk climbed over the mountain and came to a vast desert stretching in front of him. He chanted "Amitabha" and did not dare to go forward. At this time, a caravan came by. Knowing that the old monk was going to cross the desert, he generously allowed him to join the caravan and took him across the desert. The old monk was extremely grateful and thanked the owner of the caravan repeatedly. The owner of the caravan waved his hand to him and said, "You're welcome. Bandits are rampant in the desert. I don't know if we can cross safely. I heard that some thieves still believe in Buddhism and will take you to try their luck." The old monk followed the caravan into the desert. The food brought by the caravan was all dried meat and strong liquor. The old monk kept his posture upright, abstaining from alcohol or eating any meat. He only ate the water and dry food he brought with him. Everyone in the caravan said that he was a virtuous monk. When they were halfway through the eight hundred miles of yellow sand, the caravan was captured by thieves, and everyone in the caravan lay dead on the spot. When the old monk opened his eyes, he saw the shining tip of the knife. He shouted. The man holding the knife was stunned and called: "Master." The old monk is not dead. He is very lucky. The young monk he is looking for is among the thieves. He has become the leader and married a wife. When the old monk saw the young monk drinking and killing people, he couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "You are a Buddhist, how can you be so vicious? How can you indulge in greed like this?" The young monk replied: "Buddha is neither cruel nor evil, so why do you want the world to respect him and fear him? Buddha has no greed and desire, so why does he want to accept incense from the world?" The old monk was speechless. The old monk was speechless and stopped blaming him harshly. The young monk continued: "Master, in the past year, I have been away from the mountain and have not returned. I have experienced all kinds of things and tribulations. When I first came down from the mountain, I didn't know the depth of the desert, so I entered it alone. I collapsed from dehydration in less than two days. The person who rescued me was a woman. I didn't know at the time that she was the daughter of a thief. Later I saw her holding a sharp knife, killing people and stealing goods, and I was shocked. I tried my best to persuade her not to do evil things, but she said, these eight hundred miles of yellow sand cannot feed so many people. Some people want to survive, and some people have to die. Would you rather be the one who survives, or the one who dies? It's just that he never kills anyone. I watched them kill group after group of caravans, and I was attacked by groups of thieves. I just enjoy dry food and water with peace of mind, and do not eat dried meat or strong wine, thinking that I am maintaining my integrity. But one day she said to me: 'Do you think that just drinking water and eating only solid food makes you superior to us? Did you know that clean water is snatched from the mouths of dying people, and dry food is taken from the packages of struggling merchants? ' At that moment I was blushing. Later, I ate meat, drank wine, and killed people with a knife. Later, I even broke the precept and married her. After the death of the old leader, I was elected as the leader by the thieves, and killing and stealing became commonplace. " The old monk sighed after hearing this and advised the young monk to go back with him. The young monk shook his head and said, "I can't go back, Master. Besides, the land behind the temple can only keep us two from starving to death. If I don't go back, you can eat alone. If I go back, we can only starve together." The old monk said that if people who follow Buddhism have less materialistic desires, there will be no big problem. The young monk shook his head and said: "The ** is a very scary thing. I heard that there is a famous dish in the southeast. The fragrance floats ten miles away, making everyone salivate after hearing it. The Buddha couldn't bear the temptation and wanted to jump out of the wall, so it is called 'Buddha Jumps over the Wall'. You see, the Buddha also broke the precepts, let alone me?" The old monk said: "That is just a dish name after all. How does it mean that Buddha will really jump out of the wall? I will wait until the day you are willing to return to the mountain." So, the old monk followed the young monk all the time. He watched the young monk leading the thieves to attack the caravan. He stood in the distance and said nothing, only waiting for everyone to die and then went over to bury the bodies. At first the thieves laughed at him, but he treated them calmly and never refuted. Later, the thieves began to respect him and called him master like a young monk. They helped him bury his corpse and learned the scriptures about salvation. No matter how powerful the thieves are, they cannot roam the desert forever. After they robbed and killed a rich caravan, they were targeted by others, and several groups of thieves joined forces to kill them. They panicked and fled all the way. When they finally escaped into a grotto, only four people were left, including the young monk and the old monk. Just when they had no way out and were desperate, the grotto collapsed, blocking out the pursuers. They let out a long sigh, but soon discovered that they would face an even greater desperate situation: in this cave that they could not get out of, there was only enough food for one person to eat for a few days. After knowing this, the old monk meditated facing the broken Buddha statue in the grotto without saying a word. The remaining three people knew that he was going to fast. The three people looked at the little dry food left, swallowed, and divided the dry food into three portions, one for each person, and no portion for the old monk. After the first day, the three hungry people devoured half of the food they had. No one touched the remaining half. They stared at each other's food like hungry wolves. The next day, they started fighting. The old monk sat in front of the Buddha, with muddy tears rolling out of the corners of his eyes. On the third day, the other two people died, and only the young monk was left. His eyes were red, clenched his fists, and walked step by step towards the old monk in front of the Buddha, and stretched out his hand... The old monk was horrified, and without thinking, he stabbed out with the dagger hidden in his body for self-defense. The little monk opened his eyes wide and slowly opened his outstretched hand - the last piece of dry food lay on his palm. Two days later, a passing caravan rescued the old monk from the collapsed grotto. By then he was already dying. The old monk followed the caravan out of the desert and returned to the temple. A few days later, he hanged himself from a beam in the temple. Before putting his neck into the noose, he kept thinking about what the little monk said before he died. He said: "Master, Buddha... Buddha jumped over the wall..."

This is the only novel that I read during class time.

I wonder if other readers felt this when they read this book! But I suffer from it! Many places were very touching and made me cry. A thoughtful book, come on!

Very suddenly... I just defaulted to the identity of father and daughter and wrote it down.

It's quite good to watch at the beginning, and the protagonist's emotions are in place. But isn't the protagonist a master? He can hold water in his hands, rush out of the world and reach the earth with just one punch, and he has lived for more than 130 years. How can he still use the fighting style of normal people and special forces? Shouldn't it be a wave of the hand or a snap of the fingers?

Why do I always like to write about real-life celebrities? What I don't like to see the most is when real-life celebrities appear in books, and they look awkward.

When did the others know they were father and daughter?

Even though she has become an immortal, she still cares about the real society. A daughter who is a star should be able to completely wipe out everything in front of her, and pretend to be a newcomer to help her. The more I look at it, the more boring it becomes.

The protagonist is so awesome at the beginning that he becomes an immortal. Why should he act in the end? Not at all like a big shot. You either don't want to make the protagonist so high-end, okay? The contrast is too great and I can't accept it.