Damage to the Holy Life

Taboo & Tolerance & Restraint & Machiavellianism Buddhist monk x general's daughter When I first met Huo Chuning, Huo Chuning was committing suicide and he was being hunted. They fell to the bottom of the cliff together, and Huo Chuning slowly walked towards him with bare feet. The little girl had a bare face, no makeup, her eyes were frighteningly bright, and her expression did not seem miserable and desperate. She curled her eyelashes towards him and showed a bright smile. She did not look like someone who had committed suicide at all. He closed his eyes slightly and turned the Buddhist beads in his hand: "All conditioned dharmas should be observed in this way." The second time I saw Huo Chuning, she sat quietly in front of the Buddha, without kneeling down to the Buddha statue. Tears were looming in the corners of her eyes. The girl stepped on the white dew and left the Buddhist temple. It seemed that the wind was blowing the beads in his hand. He turned the beads and looked at the majestic Buddha statue in front of him without saying a word for a long time. "Monk, do you like me?" He didn't answer, not daring to look at those starry eyebrows. The Buddha beads turning in his hand stopped for a moment, and he answered everything with silence. He understood three thousand Buddhist principles and reflected that all thoughts harmed the holy life. From then on, he did not dare to look at Guanyin. She is in my heart, and seeing the Buddha is like seeing her. She is in my heart, and she is everywhere. She desperately broke into a desperate situation to seek medicine for him, but her whereabouts were unknown. He endured three hundred battles for her, and walked to her side step by step from the high pagoda on his knees. Later, he took off his cassock for his girl and came to the world of mortals.