After Waiting for Three Hundred Years, Has the Imperial Master Returned to Secular Life Today?

On the surface, this book is a romance novel about "The Master Touches the Heart of the World" - he waited for her for three hundred years, and she said, "If the Buddha doesn't help you, I will help you." But behind this love and love, you slowly appreciate: There is a saying in Buddhism called "dispelling illusions with illusions" - use the thorn of stories to pick out the obsessions in your heart. When you cry for Gu Yanzhi, what you experience is "persistence"; when you see "love should not be a bondage", what you touch is "letting go". So how to read this book? The first time I drank CP, the second time I read the golden sentences, the third time - no need to read it. The story is like a boat. After crossing the river, the boat is no longer needed. Once you've seen it, you've passed it. Close the book, love the people around you, and bask in the sun today. This is harmony. Introduction to this novel: When my stepmother threw me into the royal temple, she said with a smile: "You will die of old age next to this ancient Buddha with a green lantern." But she didn't know that there was a person standing in front of the Buddha - Grand Master Daliang, a man of great power, who had practiced spiritual practice for twenty-five years and never approached women. I knocked over his scripture, he looked at me, and the beads were broken. I was made to kneel in the Buddhist hall, and he rushed in and took me away with red eyes. I was so burned that I grabbed his hand and he said hoarsely: "This poor monk has been waiting for you for three hundred years." Later I realized that I was the Green Lotus in front of the Buddha, and he was the Dharma Protector Vajra. Three hundred years ago, he defied heaven to protect me and was demoted to the mortal world to endure calamities. Three hundred years of reincarnation, three hundred years of missing, three hundred years of waiting. In this life, he took off the Buddhist beads for me, resigned from the position of national master, knelt in the snow and begged me to go home.